A broken Hogwarts

"By the way, it seems that there have been no more emotional contagion incidents this week?"

Under the light green light of the lounge, Blaise casually mentioned something.He was playing a handful of poker cards in a variety of ways, and the queen of spades on the card was staggered and almost rolled his eyes.

"Ha, I'll find Ou Wenwen's tricks later, I think I'm about to become a teacher!" He proudly fanned the cards in his hand, fanning the wind like a fan.The frustrated Queen of Spades finally couldn't take it anymore, and threw the flower in her hand, and then exploded with a "bang", blasting Bracey into disgrace.

Daphne moved smoothly to avoid the aftermath of the explosion, and took care of the "Wizard Fashion" magazine in her hand. She smiled and said: "After all, emotional contagion has become dangerous. Maybe the professors solved it in time."

She frowned again and murmured in a low voice: "Speaking of which, is it popular in the fashion world to hang toads on your ears? Isn't it too advanced..." She raised her hand and pinched her small, fair hair. The earlobes and cheeks puffed up somewhat suspiciously, indicating that they could not understand this aesthetic.

"I just want to know when the strict safety regulations will be lifted in the school, it's so annoying." Draco said slowly.He stared sharply at the wizard's chessboard, and he was inseparable from Goyle.

You haven't competed in a few days, and your chess skills have actually improved secretly. You are truly worthy of it, Gower.Draco looked at Goyle's honest face and dull eyes, and his competitive spirit burned brightly.

"Ah wu--" Crabbe took a bite of a small cake, causing Goyle to cast an envious look.

"The heir hasn't caught it yet. I'm afraid the safety regulations won't be revoked for a while..." Pan Xi caressed the signed record of a handsome band lead singer, and replied without complaining.

"Tch, damned heir... Although the duel match can pass the time, but the Quidditch match is cancelled, it's still boring." Draco muttered again.

Today's second round of the duel competition went smoothly. Everyone in the study group performed very well, and they advanced to the next round without any surprises.At the same time, a group of outstanding students with outstanding dueling abilities emerged from all grades, which attracted a lot of attention.Well, at least the Weasley twins' sneaky gamble is gaining popularity.

"But...Harry has been acting weird lately." Draco said suddenly, turning his head to look at the drowsy panda-eyed Harry.

Blaise stroked his gray afro, looked up at Harry carefully for a while, nodded and said, "Indeed, since that collective amnesia, Harry has become strange..."

"Huh? Is...is it?" Harry's eyes widened suddenly and he hesitated a few times.Secretly, he didn't want to tell them that he was facing the crisis of being controlled by Voldemort.Why bother?There is nothing they can do about it, they are just worried in vain - either for themselves or their friends.

He no longer wants and cannot waste his energy on other things.

Blaise narrowed his eyes and stared at Harry, who was feeling guilty and short of breath, as if he understood everything: "I know, you must be..."

Harry swallowed, a drop of cold sweat dripping from his brow.Did he see through?
"Unrequited love!" Blaise clapped his hands with a "pop" sound.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, leaned back in the chair, and rolled his eyes speechlessly. The terrible magic in his mind began to flow out... He really wanted to sew Blaise's broken mouth back, but it was bloody and bloody. Not very hygienic...

Um?Isn't this kind of thinking wrong?I'm done, I'm dirty...

Harry slumped instantly, like a dried salted fish, and his dull eyes instinctively looked towards the position in front of the fireplace.Owen... Owen is missing again!
This guy is not only hot and cold from time to time, but also mysterious and sneaky, and he doesn't talk too much!

A burst of anger surged up in a "bass", making him alive again.

He had already planned that if he felt that he was really going to lose control, he would go to Dumbledore and let him control himself.If Dumbledore really doesn't care about him, he will let the basilisk petrify himself, anyway, Voldemort can't be cheap.But before that, he must beat Owen up!
Harry couldn't help but fantasize about kicking Owen over and then kicking Owen until the other person cried and begged for mercy, and the expression on his face gradually swayed.

At this time, he felt someone tap him on the shoulder.He turned around and saw Owen's smiling face that deserved a beating.Well, the fist is hard.

"Don't you want to talk to me? Come with me." Owen raised his eyebrows with a faint smile on his face.

The little leopard-like cat swooped over, jumped into his arms with a "meow", and rubbed its head against his chest.The black-feathered bird with bumps all over its body ran over with a step that it didn't recognize, stood on his feet, raised its head and gave him a sweet chirp.

Owen held one in each hand, turned around and left.

"Oh, here we come." Harry slowed down a few beats, stood up and followed behind.

The other people who were left behind stared suspiciously at their backs, and exchanged glances with each other: "Sure enough, there is something tricky."

"So, Harry's unrequited love is... Owen?" Blaise said solemnly, touching his chin.

"Brace, I think it's time for you to wash your mind." Draco said with a dark face, accidentally making a wrong move.His chess pieces dropped their weapons and started to strike, leaning on their hips and yelling curses at him.

"Actually...it's not impossible." Pansy said, covering her red cheeks.

Daphne stared at her with her blue eyes for a while, then silently pushed the fashion magazine in her hand to Pansy, causing her to immediately divert her attention and start commenting on the pictures in the magazine.

……

"What are you going to say to me?" In the dark and long corridor, Harry stared at Owen's thin but upright back and said with a straight face.The sound echoed in the dead corridor, like the hollow whispers of ghosts.

"Oh, are you angry?" Owen's voice came faintly, with a playful smile.

"You just knew?" Harry shot back angrily.Can't he be angry with a guy who doesn't mean what he says?
"Tsk." Owen shook his head with a smile.He managed to find time to come back to arrange Harry's affairs, and let Peter Pettigrew, who was pretending to be him, hide in a remote place... Isn't this considered very sincere?

"How are you feeling lately?" he asked casually, gently stroking Melete's soft hair with his palms.Looking at Mao Lizi's round golden eyes, his heart gradually softened.

"I'm angry!" Harry replied, and then he realized that Owen was asking about something strange about him.He rubbed his panda eyes and his shoulders suddenly slumped: "It's okay. At least I'm still myself now...I haven't felt out of control yet, and my memory hasn't been fragmented."

"I've been writing a diary every day these days, recalling and writing down what I did throughout the day, and it's been going on for five days now." He said earnestly, breaking his fingers.

Owen turned his head and glanced at him in surprise. When did this guy become so reliable?

Seeing the disbelief in Owen's eyes, Harry snorted and looked away.Although he usually doesn't like to do these troublesome things, when he might be controlled by the Dark Lord to hurt the people around him, he has to think more and force himself to become mature.

"Good job." Owen said with a smile, "If I were you, I would choose to do the same."

He turned his head and glanced at Harry, who was still having trouble, and chuckled: "Don't you always want to track down the Horcruxes with me? As you wish, starting tonight, I will take you to truly participate in my plan. middle."

Harry's eyes lit up, and he instantly forgot Owen's hot and cold mood in the past few days. His mind was filled with scenes of destroying the diadem with Owen, finding the diary, and defeating Voldemort. "Before that, I need to confirm with you one last time. Do you really want to get involved in my world?" Owen turned around and stared at him calmly, asking in a gentle and melodious voice.Those black gem-like eyes seemed to turn into deep black whirlpools, with a bewitching charm, but also seemed to hide a fatal danger.

Harry looked a little hairy, but said without hesitation: "Of course."

"I hope you won't regret it." Owen smiled slightly, looked at him deeply, turned around and continued walking forward, his gentle voice floating in the air: "Then, I will gradually open up part of myself to you. , Harry."

"Why should I regret it?" Harry blinked his eyes in doubt, and then followed up: "Where are you taking me?"

"We need a place where we won't be disturbed," Owen said casually. "Grab my robe."

Harry reached out and grabbed Owen's clothes, watching him wave his wand, leading himself into the darkness.

Following Owen through several shortcuts, Harry looked at the familiar surroundings and whispered, "Is this on the eighth floor?"

"Yeah." Owen walked straight through the two corridors and stopped in front of a plain white wall.

Harry looked with interest at the moth-eaten tapestry on the opposite wall, which showed a silly Barnabas trying to teach a troll to dance a ballet, only to be pinned down and beaten.

He followed Owen back and forth three times next to the white wall, and was surprised to see a very smooth door appear out of thin air on the white wall.

Owen held the copper handle and opened the door, leading the way in.Inside is a spacious and empty room with gorgeous sculptures carved on the walls.A fire was burning brightly in the fireplace, and there were two armchairs beside it, and a row of bookshelves against the wall.Torches were lit on the other side of the room, and there stood a few dummies for practicing spells.

"This is..." Harry looked around curiously.

"Welcome to the Room of Requirement." Owen glanced at the gorgeous and exquisite fireplace with satisfaction, smiled and said, "This is a secret room, and few people know about it. You can come to it when you need it , it will always be what you want.”

As he spoke, he put down Melete and Nyx, who were twisting restlessly in his arms, and watched the cats and birds chasing and playing on the patterned floor.

"Is this your secret base?" Harry looked around with bright eyes, feeling sincerely happy that Owen could tell him such an important secret.

"That's right." Owen tilted his head noncommittally.Although his real secret base was also in the Room of Requirement, it was not the room they were in.

"Then what are we going to do next?" Harry was gearing up, with a high-spirited look, and the spirit that had been sluggish for days was revived.

During this period, he had tried every method he could think of to find Voldemort's Horcrux, but to no avail.He hoped that Owen could give him some advice, even if it was just to give him a direction, it would be much better than searching around aimlessly on his own.

"I do have a plan." Owen put his hands behind his back and smiled meaningfully, "I have prepared a wonderful show for the Dark Lord. Now, I want to invite you to be a part of it."

Harry nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, staring at him with burning eyes.

"Very well. Then, what you do next will determine what role you will play in this scene."

Owen walked slowly around the room with his hands behind his back, admiring the sculptures on the walls. His clear and gentle voice echoed ethereally among the walls: "Actually, I also arranged a role for you in the original script. , although there are not many scenes, but it is safe enough."

He glanced at Harry, who looked unconvinced, and spread his hands with a helpless expression: "It's a pity, because the Dark Lord did some little tricks on you, making it impossible for you to stay out of it. My plan was ruined. It's messed up, and I have to arrange you to be the main character in this scene."

"How could I stay out of it? Do you think Voldemort's affairs have nothing to do with me?" Harry's eyes widened. "Voldemort has always wanted to kill me, and I can't let him go! He still wants to control me now! And that prophecy……"

"Yes, you really have no way out now." Owen said with a smile, "Then, Harry, answer me. In order to defeat him, do you have the determination and courage to risk everything?"

Harry said without hesitation, "Of course."

Owen looked at him seriously for a while, then shook his head, and the sudden speed of his speech seemed to be torturing his soul: "Can you guarantee that you will not change your face when you are face to face with him?"

Harry opened his mouth, but no words came out.He felt that he really couldn't do it. He had too much hatred and anger towards Voldemort, as well as hidden fear...

"Can you accept using some magic that you can't accept in the process of dealing with him?" Owen asked ruthlessly.

Harry made a disgusted expression.He couldn't help but think of the cruel images that kept appearing in his dreams these days, those terrible spells...

"Do you dare to gamble with your own life in this duel where you will die if you make a slight mistake?" Owen looked at him indifferently.

Harry couldn't help but took a step back, slumped in the armchair, and fell into a deep silence.

"Look, you haven't made up your mind at all, and you're far from ready." Owen said softly.

He ignored Harry who was hanging his head in autism, and walked after Melet.In order to avoid Nyx's relentless entanglement, Melet lightly jumped onto the base of a huge stone statue, staring at Owen's lovely golden cat pupils with a seductive look.

Owen looked up at the lifelike stone sculpture of a cat, his sapphire eyes shining brightly in the firelight.He ignored the free-range chicken that was rubbing his ankle to gain attention. He climbed up as nimbly as a big human-shaped cat, spun around and sat on the stone base of the cat statue, hugging the cat nives along the fur. .

For a while, the room fell into silence, only the slight sound of the flame burning.Harry was thinking about life, Owen was busy petting the cat, Melet was purring and enjoying petting, and Nyx was jumping angrily.

After about ten minutes, Harry slowly raised his head, with a determined expression on his immature face.He looked up at Owen, and his tone was unexpectedly calm: "Maybe I don't dare to risk everything, but I will learn to do so."

"Will you teach me, Owen?"

Owen rested his chin on one hand and stared at him seriously for a while, with inquiry in his eyes.Melet stared at him curiously, as if watching a little mouse jumping out of a mouse hole.Nyx opened his beak with some distaste but some interest, and spit out a few black sparks.

It wasn't until he stared at Harry that he was a little worried about gains and losses that Owen said with some satisfaction, "I hope so."

"Then, it's time to get into today's topic." (End of this chapter)