A broken Hogwarts

Early the next morning, Owen regained his appearance and dragged Harry away from the common room after breakfast.

The sunshine outside the castle was bright and gentle, adding a lazy warmth to Hogwarts in the early morning.The little wizards walked in twos and threes. Since there were no classes on Sunday, everyone walked at a leisurely pace.

Avoiding everyone's eyes and arriving behind the Room of Requirement again, Owen touched his chin and looked thoughtfully at Harry, who looked confused.

"Is there anything else, Owen?" Harry moved a little uncomfortably. The scenes in this room last night seemed to still be in front of him, making him a little resistant to this room: "Didn't you mean to let me Think carefully about how to perform, will you come back in a few days?"

Owen shook his head slightly, showed a strange smile, and said in his calm and clear voice as always: "Because a little thing happened last night, I have to advance the plan. So, I'm here to give you a surprise training. Today There is a test tonight that requires you to take part."

"You mean...I'm going to dress up as Voldemort tonight?" Harry swallowed and said uncomfortably, "But who am I going to perform in front of?"

If it was to scare Draco in front of him, Harry felt that he was perfectly fine.But if the target was a professor, Harry was afraid that he would be beaten to death on the spot.

"I won't tell you in advance." Owen raised the corner of his mouth and smiled mysteriously and playfully. "This is also a test for you. To ensure that you remain calm in front of the Dark Lord, you must first be calm in front of everyone. Stay calm."

"You know, the Dark Lord won't be surprised, right?" He sat casually on the armchair, lazily holding his cheek with one hand.

"How do you know he won't..." Harry muttered in a low voice, and then said without confidence: "I don't know how to pretend to be Voldemort, my secret will be revealed!"

"So I will spend a day teaching you how to act." Owen crossed his arms and said seriously.

He had been hanging out with Voldemort for so long in the first grade, and had come into contact with the diary and the diadem through various means this school year. Combined with his memory of the original work, he thought he knew the guy fairly well.If Owen himself plays the role, as long as the other party doesn't try to test him, he will have the confidence to fool around in front of anyone.But in Harry's case...

Therefore, several tests are needed... Owen frowned slightly and considered it in his mind.

In fact, Voldemort appears calm and elegant most of the time, which makes people confused.It's not difficult to express this feeling, just pretend to be incomprehensible.

Of course, Voldemort is not a person who controls his emotions very well, or he is too lazy to do so.Therefore, different behaviors should be performed in different situations.

For example, when talking about Harry Potter, you should show greed, prudence, contempt or pride depending on the situation; when talking about Dumbledore, you should show murderous intent and fear; when fighting and When you are angry, you have to be cruel and unbridled...these explicit emotions are not difficult to perform.

What's difficult is the power that naturally comes out of Voldemort, the sense of oppression brought about by long periods of life and death, and the aura that belongs to the Dark Lord.

Owen looked at Harry's confused expression and clear and innocent eyes, and couldn't help but shake his head.It's amazing that this guy can act well.

"Having said that, I still have to give it a try." He muttered to himself, "In the end, it's just a matter of changing the settings."

"Harry, do you remember how I taught you how to behave in front of Mr. Malfoy last time?" Owen came back from his thoughts, looked at Harry and said, "Think about the situation at that time, let's start from this basis Let’s start today’s acting class.”

"Oh..." Harry recalled the situation at that time, straightened his back, his posture became calm, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Well done." Owen clapped his hands and said with a smile, "On this basis, you have to act more arrogant and cold..."

For the rest of the day, Owen worked on Harry's acting skills.

"The expression is colder and stern, not paralyzed. Think of Professor Snape. Also, don't look at me with such a confused look."

"I asked you to show cruelty and madness, why do you have to stare so big?"

"A sneer, not a giggle, Harry. You look just like Crabbe and Goyle..."

"..."

After a whole day of training, Harry stood in the firelight of the fireplace like a puppet, his every move calm and elegant.His eyes are deep (actually a bit distracted), his expression is indifferent (slightly paralyzed), and occasionally he smiles with a hint of joking and coldness.When he stares directly at others, you can feel the arrogance in his eyes, and when he is angry, there is a hint of cruelty and madness...

He looks like the Dark Lord, but he only needs to say a few words to keep the secret out.The most important thing is that he lacks the aura that belongs to the Dark Lord, which Harry can't show no matter how hard he tries.

In Owen's opinion, after a whole day's hard work, Harry now behaves more like Tom Riddle in the diary, and is far from being able to pretend to be the mature Voldemort.

Harry glanced at Owen unhurriedly, sat gracefully on the armchair next to him, and asked softly with a half-smile: "How is it?"

"It's far from it." Owen sighed and tapped the armrest with his fingers, "Am I really out of my mind?"

Harry's expression fell instantly, and he said with a grimace and a slumped head: "I'm sorry to disappoint you. I probably really don't have any acting talent..."

During the teaching process, Owen gave him many examples, but he just couldn't learn it.

Harry was really frightened by Owen's performance at first. The indescribable sense of malice and oppression seemed to make the surrounding air freeze into ice, making him break out in cold sweat, and even speaking was a little awkward.This made him wonder if Owen was really possessed by Voldemort, and he almost took out his wand and started a fight.

Fortunately, this kind of training was not without effect. At least after getting used to this terrible feeling of depression, he felt that his psychological quality had improved a lot, and he was almost able to ignore this effect.

Owen flipped his hands and took out a pocket watch from somewhere. He opened the delicate silver watch cover and looked at the time. Then he said very calmly: "In this case, we can only settle for the next best thing. You don't need to pretend anymore." Voldemort, but disguised as... yourself controlled by Voldemort."

"Huh?" Harry looked at him blankly.

"Isn't it difficult to pretend to be controlled?" Owen closed the watch cover with a snap and said with a smile, "Although this will make the task a little more difficult..."

"But...then why did I study all day?" Harry said with some collapse.He was tortured by Owen for a whole day!That was simply torture!

"At least I can make you keep a straight face in front of the Dark Lord." Owen slammed his palms together. When his palms separated, the pocket watch in his palms had disappeared.

"Listen, you have to act calm and a little confused." He said seriously, "Next, you need to remember the content of tonight's test. I have made several plans for different emergencies. You have to keep it in mind.”

Harry shifted nervously in his armchair, listened carefully to Owen's unhurried narration, and memorized the contents firmly in his mind.

"That's about it." After finishing speaking, Owen licked his dry lips and added in a slightly hoarse voice: "When you face that person face to face, the scar on your forehead may hurt, so be careful not to reveal it. And never forget Occlumency."

"Will it hurt?" Harry touched his scar with enlightenment and said excitedly, "Can we find Voldemort tonight?"

Owen blinked and said with a lazy smile, "I told you, it's just a small test."

……

The sun gradually set behind the horizon. Looking out from the windows of the castle, the endless black forbidden forest looked like a giant beast crawling in the sky, with an indigo-colored sky hanging above its head.

After the little wizards had dinner, three or five of them went back to their respective common rooms together, and the corridor was filled with the sound of yelling.

A petite figure found an excuse to separate from his companions, and walked up the stairs lightly.When she came to a deserted place, her figure disappeared in an instant, passed through the crowd without anyone noticing, and arrived in front of Lockhart's office door.

Only a few seconds after the knock on the door, the door was opened hastily.The man inside the door looked around timidly, with watery eyes that were lively and timid.

"Master?" He whispered carefully, unable to see the invisible person in front of him.

"Go in and talk." The indistinguishable voices of men, women, children and old people sounded in his ears.

"Lockhart" quickly moved out of the way, waited respectfully for a while, and then closed the door.

The invisible person placed an old-looking diary on the table and said in a commanding tone: "Open it and write your name on it."

Lockhart slumped his shoulders and walked over to pick up the diary. He opened the cover very carefully and wrote "Peter Pettigrew" on the blank first page.

The ink was slowly absorbed into the page, and then, a sentence appeared on it: "No problem."

This sentence was obviously not addressed to "Lockhart".After seeing this line of text, the person who remained invisible relaxed slightly, which meant that there was not much problem with Wormtail in front of him.

But it was still difficult for him to completely trust Wormtail, probably more because his Legilimency didn't work well on the opponent.Because after more than ten years of being a mouse, it is difficult to interpret the thoughts that are increasingly similar to those of a mouse.

"This diary will tell you how to reply to the letter." He warned coldly, "But you have to understand, Wormtail, this is not something given to you, and I don't want to see it suffer any damage in your hands."

"Lockhart" said in a sharp voice: "I understand, Master! I will definitely keep it!"

"Then, I allow you to use it more often. It can give you answers to many questions." The light voice became lower and lower, with a hint of confusion.

The office door was opened and then closed quietly. "Lockhart" cherished the diary in his hand, and after walking back and forth in front of the desk twice, he said to himself: "Keep it well... yes, keep it in the safe..."

He came to the bookshelf in a few steps and put the diary into a dark box.He closed the box door. The thick box wall could isolate the inside and outside from detection and perception. The extremely strong magic lock clicked and locked tightly.

After doing this, "Lockhart" sat back in his chair, and silence returned to the office.

On the other side, Owen slowly finished a grilled steak, picked up a napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth, and stood up from the table.He moved his arms carelessly, and his fingers quickly brushed over Draco's head as if unintentionally, and gently pulled out a piece of light blond hair.

Because Owen moved too quickly, Draco raised his hand and scratched his head without feeling, stuffed the last bite of sausage into his mouth, and then said impatiently: "We should go back to the lounge. Stop eating, Crabbe. , Gower.”

"You guys go back first, I have something to do." Harry said, and then hurriedly left without waiting for anyone to react.Draco watched Harry's back disappear into the crowd suspiciously, and said in a long tone: "What can he do at this time?"

"Maybe he went to have a private meeting with a fanged servant in the secret room." Blaise shrugged and joked.

"Don't make such a joke, Blaise." Daphne gave him a look that was not lethal, but rather cute.

"Ahem, I have something to do, see you later." Owen also stood up, blinked his left eye at everyone, and then in the blink of an eye everyone disappeared.

"So, what are they doing?" Draco showed his usual disgusted face.

"Could it be a date?" Pansy said with a slight blush on her cheeks.

……

Owen nimbly walked through the crowd, took a moment to glance at the Marauder's Map in his hand, and his eyes were fixed on a small black dot near Lockhart's office for a moment.

He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, stuffed the Marauder's Map back into his pocket, and caught up with Harry who was waiting for him around a corner.

"Where is that person?" Harry looked a little anxious.

"Go to the corner next to the stairs and wait. That's the one walking down the stairs against the flow of people." Owen flipped his palm, and a glass bottle containing a mud-like liquid appeared in his hand.He tossed the strands of hair from Draco's head into the bottle and watched as the liquid in the bottle tumbled to a dull grayish white.

"Tsk, it's like frog brain fluid, isn't it?" Owen handed the bottle to Harry.

"I don't think it tastes that good anyway." Harry frowned and said curiously, "Is this Polyjuice Potion?"

"Hmm. Hurry up, I'll watch you." After a word of encouragement without hesitation, Owen quickly turned into a classroom and stared at the little black dot representing Harry through the Marauder's Map.

Harry hid where no one could see him, looked at the liquid in the bottle with some trepidation, then gritted his teeth and drank it.He bent over and gasped in pain, watching the skin on his hands become paler, his facial features changing as if melting, and the world in front of him suddenly became blurry.

After a while, the uncomfortable feeling passed.He took off his glasses, widened his gray eyes, and found that the world in front of him became clearer than ever.His height and body shape haven't changed much, and his shiny black hair has turned into a neat light blonde. He looks like Draco again.

Harry stuffed his glasses into his pocket, hid in a hidden corner by the stairs, and stared at the crowd on the stairs.

More and more students have finished their dinner and are walking upstairs together. It has been a long time since anyone dared to be alone at night.Hallways and stairs became crowded and the noise grew louder.

Harry nervously waited for the person to come downstairs and braced himself.

It didn't take long for him to wait for that person.With fiery red hair, a delicate face covered with freckles, and a stack of books in her hands - it's Ginny Weasley!
"Is it her?" Harry opened his mouth.It's just that the expression on Ginny's face now seems a little strange.

"No matter who you see, don't be surprised." Owen's words came to his mind, making him calm down quickly.Mentally warning himself not to think too much, he tugged on his robe and walked out of the corner.

Harry just walked quickly with his head down, and bumped into Ginny Weasley who had just squeezed down the stairs.He felt that the body he hit was particularly powerful, as if it had hit a hard tree trunk. The other person's petite body did not shake, but a book in his hand fell.On the contrary, he was almost knocked over and took two steps back to stabilize himself.

After practicing the acting skills for a whole day, Harry quickly went through his mind. He secretly gritted his teeth and raised his head to meet Ginny's eyes.He clearly saw a look of surprise and suspicion flash through those familiar yet unfamiliar brown eyes.

Not angry, not bored, not the expression Ginny should have shown when she saw Draco... Harry felt the scar on his forehead begin to tingle, beating like a pulse.

He tried his best to control his expression from changing and maintain the state of Occlumency. The plan Owen had told him flashed through his mind: find a way to touch her hand in the most natural way...

Harry glanced at the ground, knelt down and picked up the book that Ginny had dropped. He looked at the girl standing in front of him with a calm and somewhat dazed look, and suddenly thrust the book in his hand back to her.

Just as his palm was about to touch Ginny's hand, he saw the girl in front of him hurriedly took a step back, hurriedly avoiding the coming touch, and her back hit the wall behind her hard.

"If she doesn't dodge your touch, just pretend you didn't notice anything and just turn away. On the contrary, if she dodges, continue to the next step..." Owen's words echoed in his mind.Harry maintained the posture of holding out the book in his hand, enduring the severe pain of the scar, and looked directly into the other person's eyes.

Ginny slowly stretched out her hand and took the book. The expression on her face looked extremely strange, as if she was wearing a false mask.

"How long are you going to wait here?" Harry said softly, his voice seemed to be floating in the clouds.He maintained a dazed and calm posture, as if he was sleepwalking.

He saw Ginny's eyes suddenly light up with a hint of hidden ecstasy and urgent inquiry.Then the eyes narrowed again, looking sharp and cold, as if they were about to cut open his brain, with a frightening sense of oppression.

Fortunately, after a day of "torture" by Owen, Harry was somewhat immune to this gaze.He glanced at the other party without changing his expression, and then turned into a nearby corner that was not crowded.

Ginny followed him, eyeing him with interest.

This burning look was so naked that it made Harry feel uncomfortable all over.He took a deep breath and turned around suddenly, with a peaceful smile on his face, but the muscles on his back were tense.

"How long are you going to waste your time here?" He repeated again, using all his strength to prevent his voice from vibrating.A horrifying suspicion was swirling in his heart.

"It won't be long." Ginny said softly, her clear voice with a hissing sound at the end, which sounded strange and mysterious.She asked with great interest: "What's your situation?"

"Temporary control of the mind, rather than possession." Harry slowly said what Owen asked him to say, but his heart was pounding, "This state cannot last long."

"Can it be fully occupied?" Ginny asked eagerly.In the dim light, her expression looked a little ferocious.

"Not necessarily. This body is very special." Harry was so frightened by the distorted expression that his heart went cold. He suppressed his worries about Ginny and some kind of secret fear, and said in as calm a tone as possible.

Without waiting for the other party to answer, he said to himself: "We don't have much time. Let's talk another day."

After speaking, he took a deep look at the other party, kept his expression unchanged, and walked towards the corridor outside.In his heart, he breathed a sigh of relief, but just a few short conversations made him breathless.

"Wait." Ginny's voice sounded behind him.

Harry paused, his heart racing, but fortunately the pain from the scar kept him quite awake.

"Why are you pretending to be like this?"

This question is not beyond the scope!Harry suddenly put his heart back in his stomach, chuckled and said, "Investigating an interesting little thing."

With the glare on his back, he walked into the crowd step by step.When he could no longer feel the gaze behind him, he dared to relax a little. His palms were already wet with sweat, and the scar on his forehead was still aching.

He didn't dare to let down his guard, and walked with the crowd for a long time before he saw Owen waving to him from behind a corner.

"How's it going?" Owen's expression looked peaceful and deep.

"It's Ginny!" Harry immediately lost all pretense and acting skills and walked around restlessly.He and Ginny had become good friends, and at this moment he was worried about her from the bottom of his heart.

"Is she being controlled? No, this is more like Ron Weasley's state at that time." He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Voldemort!"

"Tell me about your conversation." Owen just said slowly.

Harry stared at Owen who had nothing to do with him for a long time, until his eyes started to get dry. He took several deep breaths and then explained the previous details in detail.

"He dodged your hand." Owen closed his eyes. "He recognized you from the beginning, even if you were disguised as Draco."

"Yes, how did he recognize me?" Harry said belatedly, "No, are you afraid that what I touched is the Aether Society? Didn't Dumbledore say that Voldemort has nothing to do with the Aether Society? ?”

"He can really feel it..." Owen didn't answer him, just muttered in a low voice.Although he was prepared for this, he still felt a little disappointed.

One of the most important purposes of this test is to verify this.The remnant soul of Voldemort in Harry's body has been partially awakened, and Voldemort in the crown may have a special response to it - this has now been confirmed.

This means Owen can't pretend to be Harry, and Harry can't pretend to be someone else.

"But it's not without good news. It's feasible for Harry to pretend to be under control." Owen thought, "Of course, it doesn't rule out that Voldemort has discovered the problem and is just taking advantage of the situation to test... Well, there must be other ways. Just to confirm, let’s start with Wormtail.”

"Owen, what should we do? Ginny..." Harry's words interrupted his thinking.

"Pretend that nothing happened for now and wait for the final drama." Owen narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Ginny's situation is the same as Ron Weasley's. Taking rash actions will only kill her. You know, Voldemort didn't want to let Ron go at the beginning, it was Dumbledore who saved him in time, but he may not be able to be saved this time."

Harry nodded sadly and said frustratedly, "Can I tell Dumbledore about this?"

"Of course." Owen said casually.

Seeing Harry's lost look, Owen shook his head and walked with him to the common room.

Because of his own special characteristics, today he exchanged identities with Peter Pettigrew again, letting the other party have access to the diary, and successfully hid it from Tom.In the next period of time, Peter Pettigrew will also communicate with the diary, and Owen will send letters every night.

"We need to speed up the plan." He thought lightly. (End of chapter)