A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 174 Harry's Strangeness

In the noisy auditorium, bewildered faces looked at the solemn professors by the door from time to time.After realizing that they couldn't remember what happened just now, the students sat anxiously at the long table, whispering to each other.

It seemed like something very serious had happened and they didn't know it.This feeling of fragmentation makes it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion, and many people begin to wonder if they are dreaming.

The faces of several uncontrolled senior students were pale. Everything that happened before was like a weird and absurd nightmare, which made them tremble uncontrollably.

They whispered to their friends about the unprecedented and bizarre incident, and in an instant a large group of eavesdropping people gathered around them.Some people were so frightened that they hurriedly stopped, fearing that they would go crazy again and tear themselves apart; some people raised the volume in a high-profile manner, only to find that most of the audience around them looked disbelieving, their eyes seemed to be looking at a braggart, making people wish He flipped the table in anger.

Owen sat on the chair, tapped his fingers on the table lightly, and glanced at the faces pensively and with some playful eyes.

Nyx was frightened, and rarely fell obediently in Owen's arms, his head arched on his robe, and his warm body was like a small stove.Melet spun around at Owen's feet angrily, her golden pupils staring fiercely at the guy who occupied Owen's arms.

"Oh, which bastard scratched my hand! The guy who took advantage of others, if he has the ability to stand up, I will fight him!" Draco held his right hand with his teeth grinning, his eyes were slightly red.But in front of his friends, he had to carry it.

Melet glanced at him secretly, and then looked away as if nothing had happened. Although there was a reason for this claw, she still felt quite guilty.As a magical animal, she didn't hold back the paw she swung in frenzy and fright, and the wound on the back of Draco's hand was raw and painful.

Owen squinted at the coquettish cat who rubbed against his ankle, shook his head with a smile in his eyes, and then healed Draco.He poked Draco's paw with his wand, first dispelling the weak magic that was preventing the wound from healing, and then cast a healing spell.The wound healed quickly, and only a few shallow scars remained in the end.

During this process, Draco turned his face away, grinning in pain, like a child afraid of injections.

After Owen finished his treatment, Pansy held Draco's palm with a distressed face, wrapped him in a bandage lightly, and tied a beautiful bow at the end.Draco's face turned red all of a sudden, and he didn't know whether it was shame or anger.

"So, who knows what happened?" Daphne rubbed her sore arm, a slight worry appeared on her bright and gentle cheek.

"I just want to know which idiot tied me up..." Blaisen looked up at the sky hopelessly.He wanted to ask that guy in a harmonious and friendly manner, why his face was pressed under Goyle's ass!
"Who else but Professor Snape?" Owen said with a smile, "Are you calling the dean an idiot?"

"No, it's cute." Blaise rolled his eyes.

Daphne covered her lips and coughed lightly. She suppressed a smile and looked at Harry who had been silent all this time. She was always delicate and asked with concern: "Harry, are you alright?"

Harry hadn't said a word since the chaos ended, and his face was always pensive, looking like he was thinking about some major life event, as Professor Snape mocked.

"It's okay." Harry thought for a moment, then added, "I'm fine."

"Obviously there is something to hide..." Owen said in a low tone while nibbling on a piece of beef jerky.He had already counted the various situations that Harry might encounter, and the worst possibility was nothing more than being controlled or possessed by Voldemort, which was not a big problem.

"Did something happen?" Daphne asked.Draco moved his ear closer.

"None of us remember what happened just now." Harry shook his head helplessly, raised his right hand to press the scar on his forehead, "It's just that my scar has been hurting since I regained consciousness..." Like It was scalded by a soldering iron, and the scar seemed to be throbbing, throbbing and throbbing.

"It...has it hurt before?" Daphne sat up straight.

"It hurt once in the first grade." Harry said after thinking about it.He always felt that the pain in his scar was related to Voldemort.

"Your situation is unprecedented. I don't know if it's normal for the scars caused by magic to hurt again." Daphne groaned, and suggested solemnly, "I think you'd better ask Mr. Dumbledore , this may not be a trivial matter."

"Maybe this represents some kind of bad signal..." Draco also became serious, restraining his exaggerated and painful expression.

"It may also be a sign of something wrong with your body." Owen threatened with a heavy and solemn expression, "For example, the spell you were cast on back then is finally about to show its terrifying effect..."

Hearing the group of people chattering more and more seriously, Harry's shoulders trembled, and he seemed a little at a loss.He felt that everyone looked at him with worry and pity, as if he would die suddenly in the next moment.

"Oh, you can also think about it more simply, maybe someone just took advantage of your unconsciousness and flicked your brains to you?" Blaise hugged Harry's shoulders carelessly, "Or maybe Kicked by someone or something."

Harry flashed him a forced smirk, and then his eyes were a little dazed, and he was in that dreamy look again.

Owen watched him thoughtfully for a while, and then he heard the footsteps of professors hurrying behind him, and Professor McGonagall's angry and dissatisfied whisper: "Dumbledore didn't come...he really planned to do nothing. do not care?"

The noisy discussions in the auditorium quieted down.Professor McGonagall had a sullen face and tightly pursed lips, and then briefly told everyone what happened just now, and characterized the chaos as a serious emotional contagion incident.

"Facts have proved that emotional contagion is becoming more and more serious. Next, we will try our best to find its source." Professor McGonagall announced, "If anyone has the relevant clues..." Her eyes were stern on the faces of many students. Sweep up: "Please report to the deans of the colleges in time to avoid irreversible danger."

Owen nodded.Now that he has discovered that Voldemort can use the phenomenon of emotional contagion, he has to pay attention to it and find a way to solve this interesting trouble.

"Today's duel competition is temporarily suspended, and the rest of the competition will be postponed until next weekend." Professor McGonagall paused, "If it can continue..."

Next, the deans of each college escorted the panic-stricken students back to the lounge.After Professor Snape left quickly, the Slytherin common room exploded, as if a glass of cold water had been poured into a boiling oil pan, and people expressed their opinions and debated endlessly.

"I'll write to my dad, and you just hope he's willing to send someone to find the culprit..." Draco raised his chin arrogantly, speaking to a group of classmates.After the students around him dispersed, he lowered his voice and said to his friends: "To be honest, Hogwarts really can't stay anymore..."

Owen wrote and drew on the parchment calmly, with elegant and leisurely movements, unmoved by the noise around him, like a reef standing quietly in the turbulent tsunami, making people feel peaceful.

After he finished all his weekend homework, it was already evening.The tired students finally shut up, and the lounge returned to silence.

After returning to the dormitory and taking a nap, Harry came out hungry. He sat listlessly on the armchair next to Owen, watching Owen hesitate to speak, with a hesitant look on his face, and a battle between heaven and man in his heart. .

"What's the matter?" Owen pulled out his wand and twirled it in different patterns on the back of his right hand, the movements were smooth and interesting.For the current Harry, he had to be vigilant.

"Owen, I think there's something wrong with me." Harry was silent for a while, and then said hoarsely.His face was extremely pale, as if he had a serious illness.

"Oh?" Owen sized him up, "The scar still hurts?"

"Ah, it's been hurting," Harry said, "but that's not the most important..." His expression struggled again, his hands rubbing together anxiously.

"The most important thing?" Owen raised his eyebrows.

"I...I..." Harry opened his mouth, but couldn't speak.His pupils trembled violently, and a look of fear and fragility rarely appeared, allowing people to clearly feel his panic.

"If you don't want to say it now, you can think about it for a while." Owen said empathetically.In fact, he was quite curious about what happened to this guy.

Harry pursed his lips in discomfort, and suddenly clenched his fists and slammed the table down hard. He slumped in the armchair somewhat resignedly, and said in a soft voice, "I don't remember what happened after I was dazzled by emotional contagion. What's the matter, when I wake up, I always feel that the people and things around me are unreal, and there are always blurry visions flashing in front of my eyes..."

"That's why you're a goose?" Owen quipped.

Harry grinned and showed an ugly smile: "When I was sleeping just now, I had a lot of...dreams. Some very scary dreams. After waking up, I found myself..."

He said awkwardly: "I found that I suddenly had some terrible memories, and some things..."

After saying this, he seemed to have lifted a heavy burden, and his expression became smoother: "In those memories, I killed a lot of people and did a lot of bad things... Although it's just some messy memory fragments, Very incoherent, but I saw a bunch of hooded dark wizards, saw a lot of people screaming in pain because of me, saw me...I killed my parents..."

Harry's face suddenly became paler, but his eyes widened in despair: "In those memory fragments, I am Voldemort!"

Owen rested his chin in one hand, stroked his lips lightly with his fingers, and his eyes were full of curiosity and thirst for knowledge.This situation...is a bit interesting.

"I feel like I've turned into a hideous monster, and it's like another person has awakened from my body." Harry gritted his teeth and said, "I suddenly understood some magic, some terrible and cruel things. Magic, most of them are crippled, but... very dark..."

He carefully observed Owen's expression, and then fell silent with extreme unease.He clearly saw that when he said this, Owen's eyes seemed to flash a look of eagerness and longing. Although it was fleeting, it still made him feel chills.

Could Owen be craving that brutal magic?how could be?Why do you think so?

Looking at Owen's calm eyes and calm smile, Harry had a strange illusion, as if this pale and delicate face would be broken into pieces of paper at any moment.

"Keep talking." Owen urged with dark eyes, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became deeper.It seems that the simple savior kid is terrified.

Harry fidgeted and shifted his body, a strange feeling lingering in his heart.He resigned and continued: "Owen, do you think I am a monster? What is the relationship between me and Voldemort? My parents..." A great fear invaded his heart, making his expression extremely ugly.His parents... who killed them?
"Who am I?" Harry fell into deep doubts about life and the world, exuding an air of decadence.

Seeing that the little wizard almost scared himself out of his wits, Owen chuckled and said leisurely, "I think you think too much. I think it's more likely that when Voldemort went to kill you but was killed instead, The two of you have formed a strange connection. Perhaps through the medium of this scar..."

"Really? That's good..." Harry felt a little relieved.He decided to speak out about it, it seemed that he was just waiting for such a comfort, hoping that someone would tell him that he was not a monster.

"Of course, what I'm talking about is just speculation." Owen said suddenly viciously.

Harry stared at him blankly, looking like he was on the verge of tears.

"Why don't you tell the others?" Owen pointed to Draco and the others.

Harry instinctively shook his head violently, not wanting to tell them about it.He was afraid that they would fear him, loathe him, and alienate him from now on. This was not a delusion, but a very likely thing... Who would want to be close to a dangerous freak?
"Then why did you tell me?" Owen stroked the hard wooden table lightly, "Special treatment?"

Harry blinked and said honestly, "Because you know too much." So it doesn't matter if you know a little more.

"When you say this, it makes me feel that you are going to kill people in the next moment." Owen pinched the spinning wand with two fingers, curling his lips angrily.

Harry laughed sincerely, and suddenly felt really lighthearted, perhaps because he didn't find the slightest rejection in Owen's eyes.Perhaps he chose to confide in Owen because he believed that he would not hate and be afraid of himself because of this.

Owen glanced at him as if aware of it, took out a blank book from his schoolbag and threw it to him: "Write down the magic you suddenly understand. Knowing yourself and the enemy is invincible in every battle. Only by thoroughly studying the enemy's magic can you fight against it." Fight back aggressively."

Harry took the notebook and stared blankly at Owen with a natural expression.Is it really just to study how to defend and counterattack if you want those magics?

"Okay." He nodded without hesitation.He believed in Owen.

"You are going to find Dumbledore tonight." Owen looked away, "Remember to tell him the truth about your situation. I think only Dumbledore can make an accurate judgment and help you solve this problem."

"I will," said Harry.He found himself less afraid to tell Dumbledore about it now.

"You're going to be late." Owen said lazily.

"Don't sleep all the time, you'll become a chubby little boy." Harry said, and then ran away without a trace.

Owen lazily held the back of his head.Melet was pecked at the tail by Nyx, and with tears in his eyes, he flew over and hit him hard in the stomach.

"Pfft—" Owen sputtered.

(End of this chapter)