A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 178 Grindelwald
Harry has been having a hard time these days.

Since the duel match was suspended due to unexpected circumstances, he found himself seemingly mutated.Some messy memory fragments popped up in his mind. Although they were too blurry and fragmented for him to see clearly, he could be sure that these memories did not belong to him, but belonged to his greatest enemy, Voldemort.

This made him panic a lot, afraid that he would have something to do with Voldemort, for example, he was the spirit behind Voldemort, or a relative he had never met.

Dumbledore told him that he had been under a very profound spell, and that he was overwhelmed by Voldemort when he was unconscious in the middle of the duel match, which made him both grateful and anxious.

Fortunately, because he has no deeper connection to Voldemort, they are two completely different individuals, and all the terrible things Voldemort did have nothing to do with him.

Anxiety because Dumbledore told him that if this continues, he will slowly be manipulated and become a slave of Voldemort, like Ron Weasley, controlled to do bad things and hurt his friends ...

This horrible fact made him startled and frightened. He felt that he had been polluted, as if he had been infected with some kind of deadly germ, and dirty venom was flowing in his blood.It seemed that Voldemort was in his stomach, listening to what he was thinking all the time, and he didn't know when he would get into his head and turn his brain into a mess...

In fact, he already felt it.Whenever he fell into a deep sleep, he would hear his high-pitched, grim laughter and the wailing wailing of his victims in his dreams.He dreamed of his heinous cruel behavior again and again, although he basically forgot about it after waking up, but those wailings were imprinted in his mind, making him feel cold all over.

Every time he wakes up from a dream, he will always have a weird sense of strangeness, as if his body has become different from before, as if another person is slowly waking up in his body, and there is a feeling in his heart. Something cold and vicious came out...

This terrible premonition made him feel his internal organs writhing like a poisonous snake, and he began to dare not fall asleep, lying on the bed all night, staring desperately, looking at the dark ceiling and the deep black sky outside the window. Lake water, looking at Melet's shining golden eyes like searchlights and Nyx's bewitching red eyes.

Lack of sleep and inner torment made him feel dizzy when he walked every day, and he couldn't concentrate in class. His eyes were dark and his lips were pale.

He tried all kinds of methods these days, trying to catch the Horcrux hidden in Hogwarts that affected him, but he couldn't do it at all.He even sneaked into the common room of the other three colleges invisibly by relying on the Disillusionment Charm he barely mastered. He frantically searched inside, but found no clues.

He even began to think about the incomplete knowledge of evil magic in his mind, trying to find some inspiration from it, but it was useless except to make him disgusted and repelled.But he still wrote down all this knowledge in his notebook, because this is what Owen wanted, saying that only by understanding them deeply can he know how to fight them.

Harry agreed with this, but Owen's hot and cold attitude these days made him even more depressed.

He only told Owen about his situation and inner worries, but did not tell other companions.He was very glad that Owen didn't loathe and alienate him because of this, nor did he cast a strange look at him.But then Owen suddenly became cold and perfunctory towards him, not as close as before, but sometimes he would be as gentle and close as usual, which made Harry confused.

"Owen really still cares." Harry thought dejectedly, "Maybe he regrets making a friend like me, and now he wants to draw a line with me..."

He stood in front of the podium of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class with a sluggish face, staring at Owen with his big panda eyes, who was calmly staying in the corner of the classroom.

Owen’s cats and raccoons and birds of unknown species are not around him. Recently, they don’t like to follow him. Even Owen is a bit unlucky. He often gets his clothes and hair burned by the flames spewed out by the bird, or cat paw scratching...

"It deserves it," Harry thought angrily.Owen's attitude has tortured him a lot recently, and he privately feels that this guy should also suffer a little bit.

"Why are you in a daze, Harry? Come on, let's demonstrate the Obstacle Charm to everyone." Lockhart slapped him heavily on the shoulder, then hugged his shoulder tightly, with a shiny smile on his face. smile, with dazzlingly white teeth.

"Okay." Harry replied weakly.

Speaking of which, Lockhart has been unhappy ever since the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was changed to teaching dueling magic. The students privately said that Lockhart was unwilling to do this, and he would rather continue teaching everyone in class. Perform a burlesque.

In the past few days, Lockhart has regained his energy. He has regained his original virtues, and he is more motivated to teach spells, just like getting a salary increase.But Harry didn't think there was any good in this, because Lockhart was always unwilling to let him go, and he had received more attention and toss in the last few classes.

"Raise your wand, Harry." Lockhart stood opposite him, waving his hand cheerfully. "Very well. Look at me, one, two, three...there are many obstacles!"

Pushed by an invisible force, Harry staggered back a few steps, as if his body was bound by an invisible current, and his every move was subject to great resistance.After a while, he recovered, and looked at Lockhart opposite him with drooping eyebrows. At this moment, he really wanted to kill him.

No, how could he have such a dangerous idea, it was indeed Voldemort's fault!
Harry finally got rid of Lockhart's fiddling, dragged his heavy body to practice the Obstacle Curse with Owen, and then was sent flying out without mercy...

Seeing Owen's calm expression as if he had knocked a fly away, Harry swallowed his anger and got up, silently swallowing his tears back into his stomach.

After finally waiting for get out of class to end, Harry avoided Draco and the others, took out the notebook from his schoolbag, and slapped it in Owen's hand. It contained the magic knowledge that appeared in his mind that he had diligently recorded in the past few days.

"Here, I've written it all." Harry said with a grimace, turning his head away in a haughty manner.

Owen put the notebook in his pocket smoothly, smiled gently at him, and said softly, "Thanks for your hard work, Harry, this is very useful to me."

Harry snorted angrily, and only gave a good face when he saw the benefits, Owen is such a scum.But he couldn't help feeling much happier, and he hit the rails while it was hot: "Owen, after the last duel match, I found that my Occlumency level has broken through, and now I can block other people's invasion!"

With a hint of pride and showing off in his tone, he coughed lightly, lowered his raised tail, and continued: "If you want to keep your word, it's time to tell me the information you have."

Owen looked at him fixedly and was silent for a while.Well, when you encounter a situation where you don’t know how to react, you should be indifferent——he put away the smile on his face, and said indifferently: "I see, I will talk about it later."

After speaking, he strode away.

Harry stared at the back of his head with his mouth wide open, and the dark circles under his eyes almost flew away.What does it mean?Crossing the river and tearing down the bridge?Unload the mill and kill the donkey?Why are you so skilled at it?
He was so angry that he kicked the wall hard, and then jumped up holding his painful foot with a blue face.

"Harry, are you okay?" Draco said slowly, watching his mind-blowing behavior with some disgust.Recently, Harry tends to be on par with Crabbe and Goyle. Could it be that he is black when he is close to ink?Uh, should he stay away from them?
"It's okay..." Harry said with great emotion when he heard the caring greeting.Sure enough, Draco is better...

Only the little friends can soothe his wounded heart, the study group meeting later... Oh, he just remembered that the study group meeting had been canceled for a long time due to the dangerous and tense situation in the school.These days, students are escorted to class by professors, and gatherings in small groups are banned.

He became sluggish again, tired and unloved.

……

In the brightly lit office, Owen quickly corrected the students' homework, his movements were so fast that afterimages would appear.After finishing his work, he skillfully manipulated the quill pen to write homework on several sheets of parchment, and then rolled up the paper with the wet ink in it and put it in his pocket.

The night sky outside the window was as black as ink, with thick dark clouds covering the moon and stars, and the air was filled with damp water vapor.

Owen chanted a disillusionment spell and left the office, walked along the corridor into a remote boys' washroom, took out the homework in his pocket and put it by the sink, and then entered a toilet cubicle.

He silently counted the time, and after a while, his body shrank rapidly, his arms and legs shortened and became thinner, his golden curly hair straightened and turned black, and he quickly returned to his original appearance.

He took out his wizard robe and changed it on his body, and he heard the sound of the bathroom door opening and closing on the way.After changing his clothes, he walked out of the cubicle. The after-school homework by the pool was gone, and there was a notebook next to it.

Owen picked up the notebook and flipped through it. It contained Harry's handwriting, and carefully filled every page.

He raised the corner of his mouth slightly, stuffed the notebook into his pocket, and rushed to the principal's office with brisk steps, already sorting out the questions he was going to ask tonight.

Dumbledore was standing behind the desk, staring intently at the things on the table, holding his long white beard in one hand and frowning in thought, without any reaction to Owen's arrival.

Owen glanced at the things on the table, and the corner of his mouth twitched.On the desk was a silver invisibility cloak that was shining like water, on which was a magic wand with a strange shape, and a cracked black gemstone ring beside it.Dumbledore fiddled with them with his fingers from time to time, rarely showing distress.

Well, the saddest thing is that although I have collected the Deathly Hallows, I can't figure it out at all...

Owen stood quietly aside, waiting for Dumbledore to finish.After a long time, Dumbledore put away the invisibility cloak with a face full of headaches, stuffed the wand into his pocket, put the ring on his finger, and said slowly: "There is no more emotional infection this week, yes Did you solve it?"

Owen blinked his innocent eyes, pretended to be stupid and said in a daze, "No, I was surprised too."

"Really?" Dumbledore stared at him deeply for a while, and then his expression eased, "So, maybe that was the last time in the duel arena. Well, the last time, it should be a little different after all, right?"

"Maybe." Owen nodded with a smile.

The two did not have an in-depth discussion on this issue, and directly entered the question-and-answer session.Owen mainly asked this time about the difficulties encountered in the magic fusion experiment. Dumbledore's simple and simple answers made him suddenly enlightened and inspired.

After asking the study questions, Owen paused and asked tentatively: "Mr. Dumbledore, there seems to be something wrong with Harry, do you know?"

The old god Dumbledore sat on the high-backed chair, crossed his hands and held his chin, and said calmly: "Yes, Harry told me. I checked him, and there is a piece of Voldemort in his body." Part of the soul fragment was activated after being stimulated..."

He glanced at Owen and said calmly: "He has no ability to fight now. Although there are no major problems yet, as time goes by, he will eventually be swallowed. Unless the stimulus to him is resolved early that thing."

"Really?" Owen's eyebrows twitched.Should this kind of truth be told to him?

"It seems that Mr. Dumbledore has already solved it." He grinned.

"I haven't." Dumbledore stood up from the chair, walked to the next bookshelf with his hands behind his back, and looked at the rows of books above.The black robe on his body was simple but exquisitely cut, and the silver round buttons reflected the shining light.

"This is Harry's own problem, and he has to solve it on his own." He said matter-of-factly, "I always think that a young eagle that is always under shelter cannot fly high."

"Of course, I don't mind if you help him, this is also a good training for you." He glanced at Owen with a smile.

"Besides..." He suddenly smiled strangely, "I'm not Dumbledore, so I can't be a nanny for someone he likes."

The expression on Owen's face instantly became solemn, and the other party's sudden self-report caught him off guard.He pursed his lips, raised his vigilance to the highest level, and asked softly, "Are you...Mr. Grindelwald?"

"Dumbledore" just stared at the portraits of the principals who closed their eyes and pretended to be asleep with a half-smile, without admitting or refuting.

That is the default.Owen took a deep breath, did not show surprise, but continued: "Sir, can I ask, Mr. Dumbledore...how is it now?"

"Guess." Dumbledore, no, Grindelwald asked slowly.

Owen resisted the urge to roll his eyes, maintained a good upbringing, and returned to the original topic: "Okay. But, sir, you should know that Harry doesn't have the ability to solve his own problems at the moment, even if I help you, it's not safe... ...Maybe Harry will be fine, but it may not be able to prevent Voldemort from being resurrected..."

Speaking of this, he was a little stunned: "You are standing by and watching, or in other words, you are happy to see Voldemort's resurrection happen!"

"But what is your purpose?" He asked suspiciously.Just to bring Voldemort back to life so he can be killed?He had a hunch that it wouldn't be that simple.

"You're very smart, Owen." Grindelwald laughed, looking at him with burning eyes, and an inexplicable light flashed in his eyes, which made Owen feel a substantial pressure.But in an instant, he restrained his momentum and became like the grandfather next door: "What do you think of the current wizarding world?"

Owen considered his words carefully, wondering what the other party was asking.

But Grindelwald didn't listen to his answer. He just paused for a moment and continued: "You watched the duel match last week. To be honest, I was surprised. It's hard for me to imagine a school's level of magic. It's going to be like this...bad, not even mediocre."

"In the past few days, I have looked at the current wizarding world. What do I see? It is a lifeless pool of stagnant water, and it is a wizard who is muddling along. There is no pursuit, no vitality, and even Muggles know that they will be beaten if they fall behind. , but wizards are worse than Muggles..."

"The talent of magic blooms only in a few souls. But wizards are wasting this great talent wantonly, trampling on the miracles that this world has bestowed on us. They have magic wands, but they can only cast those weak magics, and live their lives." Living in poverty, they even forget how to use wands to protect themselves and attack enemies, and when they encounter danger, they just scream and run away like Muggles!"

"Tell me, what does such a wizard look like?" He stared at Owen sharply.

Owen was silent for a while, and said softly: "Lamb."

"Yeah, lamb," said Grindelwald quickly but without urgency. "I've shut myself up in the Tower for nearly fifty years. I've read a lot of books, most of which are Muggle Written. I have always recognized their wisdom, a population of 50 billion will eventually give birth to brilliant treasures..."

His eyes seemed to be looking far away, immersed in the world of thoughts: "The Muggle world is changing drastically every year, and their progress over the years has been frighteningly fast, but even In this way, they never dared to stop. But the wizarding world has always stagnated, and even became weaker and weaker in the closed..."

"I gradually realized that my ideas were too naive and idealistic before, and failure was inevitable. So I handed everything over to Dumbledore, hoping that he could create a different world."

"But he just shrank himself in a tortoise shell, afraid of contacting any power, and let the development of the wizarding world go his own way, even the so-called pure blood theory can run rampant for a while..." He twitched the corners of his mouth disdainfully, "He used For 50 years, the wizards have been raised into a flock of docile sheep."

"After the game was over, he finally dared to come to see me, and told me sobbingly that he screwed up everything..."

Owen coughed lightly with his fist against his lips, holding back an inexplicable smile.This guy really knows how to use words, it's hard for him to imagine Dumbledore crying.

Grindelwald glanced at him sideways, and said without a doubt: "I need a drastic change to break this pool of stagnant water, let the weak lambs take up arms, and give the wizarding world a new lease of life. The current wizarding world needs changes, Otherwise, it will only gradually decay and decay. Change may not be so wonderful, but after a short period of pain, wizards can occupy the height they deserve on the world stage."

"So you need a Dark Lord," said Owen thoughtfully, "but you're not afraid of raising tigers? Voldemort is not easy to control. In fact, sir, aren't you ... the best choice?"

"I promised that I would never gather followers again..." Grindelwald glanced at his right hand, and a thin red chain quietly emerged, tightly wrapped around his palm, "in order The unbreakable oath bears witness."

Owen's cheek twitched slightly.Then what do you want to do with the black yarn after you escape from prison?Call people over to hang out?Speaking of which, this is the reason why you have stopped doing things in self-imprisonment for so many years?Because of being put on shackles... It's impossible to become obedient just because you were beaten.

Grindelwald suddenly turned his head to look at him, as if he could see what he was slandering.Owen immediately showed a cute and innocent expression, and looked at him innocently.

"I'm very optimistic about you, Owen." Grindelwald walked slowly to his side, leaning over and staring into his eyes, "You are different, boy, you will make great achievements..."

"In this coming change, what kind of role do you want to play?" He said softly, with a gentle and aloof smile on his face.

With a bright smile on Owen's face, he said wittily: "I agree with your idea very much, sir. I will do my best to support you..." He expressed "we are in the same group" with his eyes.

Grindelwald stretched out his hand, hugged him, and whispered in his ear, "Good boy..."

Owen kept smiling, feeling the other's hand on the back of his neck.This is a gesture representing the superior's control over the inferior, and he doesn't like it.

There was a long silence in the principal's office, and Owen took the opportunity to say goodbye and leave.

He exhaled outside the office, pinched his chin with his fingers, and his eyes gradually brightened.

Things are getting more interesting.

(End of this chapter)