A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 175 Identity
Under the bright silver light, Owen was rubbing the cat's head angrily.Nyx's neck was stuck in the gap between the armchair and the table, with his hair all over his body in a mess. He scratched and pulled with his two sharp claws, trying to pull out his head.

"Are you still making trouble? Huh?" Owen said in a threatening tone with a faint smile on his lips.

Dare!Melet looked at him aggrievedly, her ears turned into airplane ears, and her head shook like a rattle.

Dare!Nyx's sharp and powerful claws drew a few deep white marks on the floor, and spit out a small mouthful of flame, burning a chair leg.

Owen managed to educate the two rebellious cuties before continuing to think about Harry.

Judging from Harry's performance, he doesn't seem to be being manipulated, otherwise he wouldn't have told Owen about his abnormality.If what Harry said is true, he is cheating. He may have been stimulated by some kind of stimulation to activate Voldemort's soul fragments in his body, and obtained some very fragmented and broken memories and some dark magic knowledge...

Of course, this is just Harry's own statement, and the possibility that he has been controlled or possessed cannot be ruled out.But it's easy to judge, as long as Owen confirms it when he goes back to see the principal next time.If Harry was really being manipulated, then he would never have told Dumbledore about his situation, unless Voldemort finally lost his mind and wanted to tell his worst enemy the secret of his immortality.

"Don't just hang up like this, right? Then how will other unlucky people deal with themselves..." Owen shrank on the chair, his cheeks bulging slightly.But on second thought, as long as Harry writes out the magic in his mind, wouldn't that be door-to-door delivery?Owen doesn't care if there are traps hidden in this knowledge, anyway, he will verify it a few times in the space facing the wall.

He put Harry's problems aside for a moment, and began to deal with his own crisis.

He was in a dangerous position, especially after the diary was taken, and he was sure Voldemort was going to hate him.The addition of such an enemy hidden in the dark at Hogwarts made Owen fall into a passive position. After all, there is no reason to be a thief for a thousand days.

This may also be the reason why Voldemort did not take advantage of the chaos to solve his unstable factor today, because there is no need to waste such a good opportunity on Owen.If Voldemort hiding in the castle wants to control or kill a person, there are always countless opportunities under mental calculation or inadvertently.

What's more, Harry also has abnormalities, and it is difficult to judge whether it is credible now.If Owen doesn't want to be strangled to death in bed in his deep sleep one day, then this matter needs to be resolved early.

"Tsk, Melet, Nyx, come with me." Owen stood up, stuffed the homework on the table into his schoolbag, returned to the dormitory and took out a black cloth package from the suitcase at the foot of the bed, Then he picked up his cat and free range chicken and went out.

After carefully putting on the night tour three-piece suit for himself, Owen walked out of the damp and cold underground city along the dark passages and stairs, and then climbed up to the third floor.

I didn't meet anyone along the way, and now people in the castle are in panic, no little wizard dares to run out at this juncture.Of course, fortunately, most of the students didn't have the memories of when they lost control, and they didn't receive the strong impact of being surrounded by zombies. Therefore, although the little wizards were a little panicked, they were not so frightened that they wanted to drop out of school.

"Melet, do you feel anything unusual?" Standing far in front of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, Owen whispered to the obedient cat lying in his arms.

Melet, who was also invisible, twitched her small nose, wiggled her big ears, and then rubbed Owen's cheek, telling him that there was no problem.

Nyx moved his body restlessly, stretching his neck long.

Owen put them on the ground, pulled out his wand, and knocked on the office door.

"Who is it?" There was a sound of clinking bottles and jars in the office, as well as murmurs of doubt.

Owen rubbed his throat, adjusted his voice, and imitated Professor Flitwick's voice and said, "It's me, Gilderoy. I'm here to discuss the issue of emotional contagion with you... Didn't you say last semester that you would soon Can you find the source? Let's talk about the solution, you know, this problem can't be dragged on any longer."

"Oh... oh, okay." The voice inside the door faltered.Peter Pettigrew scolded his mother in his heart, Lockhart's egomaniac, who has no skills but always likes to take trouble on himself, and finally let him clean up the mess...

There was a sound of footsteps coming from far and near in the office, and with a click, the door of the office was opened. "Lockhart" stood in front of the door with a somewhat disheveled robe, staring blankly at the invisible corridor outside the door for a moment.

"There is a problem!" The thought just flashed through his mind, but it was too late to respond.

Owen, who had already posed, released a silent stun spell, and a beam of red light hit the handsome face of "Lockhart" right at close range. With a "plop", the other party fell to the ground and passed out.

Owen entered the door calmly and naturally, and closed the door casually. His invisible body shimmered and fluctuated like water waves, gradually returning to its original color.Melet and Nyx stayed at his feet, surveying the messy room curiously.

The office was filled with a sweet smell of biscuits, many sundries were placed in a mess, there was a smelly sock hanging in the corner of the desk, and the photos belonging to Lockhart were all rolled up on the wall.The air was sultry and hot, and some parchments were scattered on the table.

Owen quickly looked around, waved his wand to check, and found no hidden dangers or traps.He looked down at the unconscious man for a while, his pale lips were slightly pursed, his expression was indifferent, and his black eyes were filled with ominous black mist.

"Out of body." He pointed to "Lockhart" and read.

The feeling of numbness was connected to his fingers along the wand, and the long-lost feedback made him tickle the corners of his mouth with some pleasure.He waved his wand briskly, like an elegant music conductor waving his baton, everything on "Lockhart" flew out like a bird, and lined up on the ground next to him.

Owen slowly squatted beside him, put the black cloth package in his left hand at his feet, then stretched out two fingers to pick and choose among the sundries on the ground with some distaste, and found a bag containing a large handful of it. Small pouch of blond hair, bottles of fluorescent green Polyjuice Potion, a magic wand, and a pendant with the eye of the Aetherial Academy.

He put these things aside, then woke up Peter Pettigrew, who maintained Lockhart's appearance, and interrogated many things from the other party.

For example, in today's incident on the Quidditch pitch, Peter Pettigrew only knew that the Dark Lord would take advantage of the duel contest to make troubles, but he didn't know the specific content, and obeyed the order to paddle aside.

Another example is some things that the Dark Lord asked him to do before, and the special magic that needs to be used to get in touch with the Dark Lord.

Peter Pettigrew answered Owen's questions humbly and obediently throughout the whole process, and then stood by the door with a respectful face. The face that belonged to Lockhart was rarely gentle and peaceful, and it seemed much more pleasing to the eye.

"The Imperius Curse is really useful." Owen couldn't help but sighed again.Legilimency and Veritaserum, which may be hoodwinked and misguided, are not competitive at all if this magic is used in the interrogation of a prisoner... well, it's the Unforgivable Curse.

But the Unforgivable Curse is really convenient and easy to use...

Although he was very reluctant to learn it... The smile on the corner of Owen's mouth deepened, and a hint of malice flashed in his eyes.He lowered his eyes slightly, took out two thermos bottles from the black package he brought, unscrewed the caps one by one, and the viscous dark brown liquid contained inside was bubbling.

Some time ago, he found time to brew several pots of compound soup at the same time in the Room of Requirement. The medicinal materials needed came from the supply of Shafik's potion shop, and he brought some of them over.

Owen flicked his fingertips, and a thin silver blade appeared in his hand, shining sharply under the light.He cut off a few strands of his own hair with a razor blade and dropped them in one of the thermoses.The dark brown liquid in the bottle boiled, bubbling and bubbling, and finally turned into a deep purple black with weird foam.

"Tsk, it doesn't look very tasty." Owen blinked his eyes with pure curiosity.The color and flavor of Polyjuice Potion vary from person to person, and he was curious to know how his own Polyjuice Potion tasted.

Just try it if you are curious, no need to hesitate.Owen took out a piece of wood from his cuff, cleaned it, dipped it into the potion, and then stuck out his tongue and licked it lightly.

He frowned, smacked his lips, and spat on the tissue.The taste is like a mixture of licorice and mint, with a bitter taste, just... quite refreshing.

"Huh? I always thought I was hot and sour." Owen raised his eyebrows, and waved away the cats and birds that were eagerly circling around the potion.

"Meow~" Melet called out.Why hot and sour?

"Probably because I want to eat hot and sour noodles." He prefers hot and sour noodles.

Owen licked his lips, and after seeing that Peter Pettigrew had just returned to his original appearance, he handed the thermos to the other party, and said with a smile: "Drink it. From today on, you have to play Owen Sha Fick."

This is how he coped.Since it is impossible to guard against possible attacks by Voldemort anytime and anywhere, let another person be yourself, and let yourself be the other party.

Owen had Peter Pettigrew pretend to be Lockhart in the first place, but it was not really so that Pettigrew could continue to work for Voldemort.He originally prepared this identity for himself, but let Pettigrew use it for the time being.

Before that, he was not in a hurry to exchange identities. He was preventing Voldemort from attacking Peter Pettigrew and using the crown to completely control the servant.At that time, Owen can only choose to tear his face with the opponent in advance, which is not in line with the plan.

However, judging from Voldemort's behavior, he never chose to control a certain professor.In other words, he may not be able to control adult wizards, or he may not be willing to spend a greater price to control them.Today's chaos also proves this point.

In addition, Owen had used the "resonance" spell learned from Tom to investigate before, and confirmed that the residual influence of the Horcrux crown on Peter Pettigrew had completely disappeared, so it would not be exposed.

So, now is the time to swap identities.

Owen first dug out a bright green robe from a side cabinet, cleaned it inside and out several times with a cleaning spell, and put it on himself.

Then he took out a blond hair belonging to Lockhart and threw it into another thermos, and the potion turned fluorescent green.He shook the bottle in his hand, then took a long gulp.

Uh, it tastes like leather soles boiled into sauce, with shoe polish as a seasoning... Owen's handsome face wrinkled into a bun, and he swallowed it with difficulty while pinching his nose.

Immediately, he felt his internal organs boiling, like several live snakes rolling in his body.A burning sensation quickly spread from the stomach to the fingers and toes, and a melting feeling made people feel frightened.

Owen gasped uncomfortably. He saw that his palms began to grow larger, his arms lengthened and thickened, his shoulders began to stretch, and his height began to rise, accompanied by a painful feeling of bone growth.The overly wide robe gradually fit her body, the smooth and shiny black hair turned into brilliant golden curly hair, the soft and delicate cheeks also had edges and corners, and the facial features took on another look...

All of a sudden, all pain and change ceased.Owen straightened up with difficulty, panting for a while, this feeling is really uncomfortable.

He walked unnaturally to the mirror, the sudden height of his body made him uncomfortable, and it took him a while to adjust.He looked at himself in the mirror, combed his blond hair carefully, smoothed out the wrinkles in his robe, and then showed Lockhart's signature smile, with a row of neat teeth gleaming.

Seeing the faces in the mirror that belonged to others change their movements and expressions according to his own mind, Owen felt very strange and novel.He touched his chin, and whispered with a smile: "Then, I am Gilderoy Lockhart."

Lockhart took turns, and now it was his turn.

Owen carefully assigns a triple meaning to this key identity.From now on, he is not only Owen Shafik, but also Gilderoy Lockhart, a member of the Aether Society, and Peter Pettigrew, Voldemort's loyal servant!
Well, this is crucial.

Owen looked at Peter Pettigrew, who had changed into his appearance, standing there with a docile expression.Tilting his head and looking at this dazed self, Owen couldn't resist the urge to pinch the other's face—this is Peter Pettigrew, a slovenly chubby man, don't be fooled by his appearance!
Melet and Nyx circled him in amazement, sniffing now and then, and circled Peter Pettigrew, with strange expressions on both cat and bird faces.

Owen tucked his wand into his cuff, picked up the wand that belonged to Lockhart that he had obtained from Peter Pettigrew, wiped it carefully with a handkerchief, and then stuffed it into the pocket of his robe.He took another wand out of the package and handed it to Peter Pettigrew.

He will not give his wand to others to use.This wand was obtained during his summer vacation, and he carefully carved and modified it. It looks exactly the same as his own wand, but it does not affect the function of the wand and can be used normally.

After taking out a set of his own clothes from the package and throwing them to the other party to change into, Owen looked around Pettigrew, and after confirming that there were no flaws, he spent the next hour or so explaining to the other party how to disguise himself .

No way, Peter Pettigrew is not good at acting at all, and it is easy to show his secrets in front of acquaintances.Owen can only teach him by hand, and tell him to keep silent or indifferent in some situations where he doesn't know how to deal with it.

After talking a lot, Owen waved his hand to make the opponent leave invisibly.Then he told Melet and Nyx: "In the next period of time, you will follow him, help me keep an eye on him, and help him cover at critical moments, don't let him show his flaws, please oh."

He clasped his hands together with a sincere and hopeful expression.

"Meow." Melet raised her head high.

"Chirp!" Nyx called out crisply, rolling his eyes maliciously.

The two little guys scrambled out of the door and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Owen closed the door with a smile, cleaned the office carefully, then sat behind the desk, left several bags of peanut biscuits of Peter Pettigrew in the corner, and casually flipped through the thick sheets on the table that had not yet been corrected. A few thick stacks of homework.

Looking at the unmarked homework accumulated for three classes, Owen frowned.Peter Pettigrew is late for procrastination!
Now that I think about it, he will not only be a professor in the future, responsible for teaching and grading homework, but also a student, and finish his homework carefully, because Peter Pettigrew can't imitate his handwriting... the workload will be even greater. .

Owen rubbed his brows, found a few letters written by Lockhart from the drawer, pulled out a piece of white paper and began to imitate the handwriting seriously.

……

Harry hurried through the empty, dark passage, the sound of footsteps making him uneasy, as if someone was following him.

After quickly entering the common room, he breathed a sigh of relief, went straight to the front fireplace, and sat next to Owen.

Owen was silently watching the flames in the fireplace, his whole body was meticulous from robe to hair, and he sat upright.

"I told Dumbledore what happened to me." Harry got straight to the point, frowning tightly, "Dumbledore told me that this is a terrible magic. As time goes by, I may I will be affected by Voldemort, and I can't help but do some bad things... I must hurry up and destroy the Horcrux, so that I can return to normal."

"Oh." Owen nodded.

Harry twitched the corner of his mouth, and continued, "I'll sort out all the magic in my mind these two days."

"Oh." Owen responded lightly.

Harry:? ? ?Why are you so cold to me all of a sudden?
This hot and cold, capricious attitude...is really balding.

Harry hugged his homework book tightly.

　Thanks to Babababatola for rewarding Owen with the Oscar trophy, thank you for your support!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)