A broken Hogwarts

The Slytherin common room was buzzing with people.The students who had just had dinner gathered together in small groups, chatting enthusiastically about the upcoming duel competition this week.

Harry was absentmindedly flipping through the magic notes given to him by Dumbledore, worrying about Ginny's affairs, and listening intermittently to Draco and Blaise's bragging.

He turned his neck and searched around the common room. He didn't see Ginny, and he didn't know whether she had not returned from the Great Hall or had already gone back to her dormitory.

Harry looked away and began to wonder when Owen's plan would begin.At this time, a figure stood in front of him, casting a heavy shadow on the notebook in his hand.

"Owen, what's the matter?" Harry looked up at Owen's dull face and asked doubtfully.

"Harry, I want you to go to the Room of Requirement and stay for two hours, in the same room as before." Owen gave him a quick smile, and then said hurriedly, "Go now and don't let anyone find you leaving the lounge. .”

"Is our plan going to start?" Harry asked with some anticipation and some nervousness.

"You'll know when we get here." Owen said quickly, then turned around and walked away.

"Wait, aren't you going?" Harry was stunned.

"I'm not going." Owen said in a flat voice, and then sat down in his favorite armchair.

Harry scratched his head in confusion and deeply condemned Owen's Riddler behavior in his heart. Then he found an excuse to leave alone and walked into the passage leading to the dormitory.He hid behind a snake-shaped sculpture and recited a half-baked disembodiment spell to himself, then turned around and walked back, carefully walking through the lounge and arriving at the stone wall of the exit.

A group of people happened to walk in from the outside, and the stone wall parted on both sides. He took the opportunity to slip out of the lounge and turned his head to take a look inside.

He saw Owen sitting upright on a chair, his toes being pecked hard by his black bird that couldn't fly, and he jumped up holding his feet.

"Well done, Nyx," Harry muttered to himself.

He followed the familiar shortcuts and secret passages in the castle to the outside of the white wall of the Room of Requirement, entered the emerged door, and immediately saw the figure sitting in the armchair.

"Owen? Why are you here?" Harry opened his mouth wide and took a step back involuntarily, feeling cold in his heart.Isn't Owen planning to come?Why is it here?Even if he changes his mind, he shouldn't run ahead of him.

"It's just a little trick." Owen smiled and winked at him with his left eye. "You can think of this as a magic trick. I call it transposition."

"..." Harry had nothing to say, "It's great."

"Thank you for your exclamation and praise. This is the greatest affirmation for a magician." Owen stood up, touching his chest and bowing gracefully and slightly exaggeratedly.

Which of your ears heard me praising you... Harry rolled his eyes and said, "Why did you call me here?"

"Please stay here for a moment," Owen said seriously, pushing Harry into an armchair.

He stared at Harry's messy hair, his eyes narrowed into thin slits like a cat, and then he raised his hand and pressed it.

When he pulled back his hand, he had a shiny black hair between his index and middle fingers.Harry's wildly tangled hair suddenly fell down and became neat, with not even a single hair sticking up.

Well, I feel comfortable.Owen breathed a sigh of contentment, turned around and walked out the door.

Harry stared at him blankly, raising his hand to touch his silky hair, like an innocent goose.

"Stay here for two hours, and then you can go back." Owen warned in a gentle voice, "If you feel bored staying here, you can go check out other rooms in the Room of Requirement."

"By the way, the final performance should start within this week, on the night when Dumbledore is not at school." He added, "When you go to Dumbledore's class this Saturday night, you can tell him this thing."

After saying that, he opened the door resolutely and walked out, leaving Harry alone to digest the news.

After sitting in the armchair for a while, he turned to look at the giant cat sculpture on the side, always feeling like he was being stared at.He squirmed uneasily, then carefully walked out of the door, walked back and forth along the white wall three times, and entered the room where the things were hidden.

Looking at the mountains of countless old things in the huge house, Harry opened his mouth in amazement, and then enthusiastically got into an alley among the treasure piles and began a treasure hunt.

On the other side, Owen hid in a remote room, threw Harry's hair into a bottle of Polyjuice Potion, and watched with some relief as the dark brown liquid turned into a clear golden yellow.

"Well, it looks like it tastes pretty good." Owen drank the potion in the bottle in one gulp, then gasped in discomfort.His features squirmed and deformed like hot wax, finally taking on Harry's appearance.

"Sure enough, I'm overthinking it. There's no good polyjuice potion..." He straightened up and opened his eyes, and found that the world in front of him was a mosaic. There was no distinction between humans and animals five meters away.He shook his head uncomfortably, took out the round-rimmed glasses of Harry's style that he had prepared in advance, put them on, and raised his hand to grab his hair, messing them up.

After sorting out all the details, Owen stuffed a small wooden stick with the same shape as Harry's wand into his pocket, and then returned to the Slytherin common room unhurriedly.

He took a deep look at "himself" sitting in front of the fireplace, and also saw his Melete and Nyx.

Nyx, whose feathers were gradually plumping up, looked over in response, his small red eyes flashing with surprise. He was about to flap his wings and pounce towards him, but Owen stopped him with his eyes.Melete, on the other hand, was lying on the table playing with her tail without realizing it. Unlike Nyx and Owen, who had telepathy, she didn't recognize the man who had carefully disguised his appearance and aura.

Owen moved his fingers, resisted the urge to pet the cat, and quietly came to a remote corner of the lounge, sitting on a protruding stone platform with a casual and elegant posture.He closed his eyes and waited with a smile, as if he had turned into a beautiful sculpture.

He wanted to do a test to see if Voldemort could tell the difference.Now Owen and Harry both have a piece of Voldemort's remnant soul in their bodies. There seems to be some kind of special connection between these soul fragments, but they cannot communicate with each other based on this connection alone.So, they are also soul fragments. Can Voldemort clearly distinguish the differences between them?

If he couldn't tell, things would be much easier.

He waited like this for half an hour, but Ginny Weasley had gone somewhere and had not appeared in the common room yet.But Owen wasn't impatient, he just waited leisurely.

After another ten minutes, the red-haired girl quickly walked out of the passageway of the dormitory. She looked a little dazed and found a chair to sit down on, immersed in reading the Potions textbook.

Owen turned his head slightly and kept his gaze behind her for a long time, as if making a silent invitation.

Ginny turned her head as if sensing something, and looked straight at him with her bright brown eyes, confused and shy at first, then a little confused.

Owen didn't look away, he just nodded his chin gently at her, with a vague smile on his lips.

The girl's expression suddenly became completely different from before. She stood up and walked towards this side, her eyes slightly narrowed, with a hint of joy mixed with some kind of inquiry.

She sat next to Owen without saying a word, turning her head to stare at him solemnly.

Instantly possessed, she actually carried the crown with her?Owen thought calmly and said hello with a smile: "Good evening."

Then, he closed his mouth and waited for the other person to speak first.The first sentence can reveal a lot of information, which will determine how he will respond next.

If the other party can't tell the difference, Owen will continue to play Harry.

If "Ginny" recognizes that he is not Harry Potter, then Owen's character will be Peter Pettigrew, possessed and controlled by Tom.As a person who has been severely deceived and played by Owen Shafiq, one day he finally couldn't bear it anymore and disguised himself as the other person's most trusted friend to seek revenge. This is a very reasonable and logical thing, right?

As long as Irving's deception is in place, he will at most be considered young and energetic but lacks patience, which is not out of the ordinary for young Tom.Even though I was told by the remnant soul in the crown not to act rashly, it's still Voldemort, why do you order me?

"Ginny" looked at him with inquiring eyes for a while, with a hint of hesitation and confusion on her expression. After a long time, she said in a slightly hoarse and low voice: "What's your state now?"

The smile on Owen's face deepened a little, and there was more genuine joy.He really couldn't tell the difference!
"What do you think?" He just asked back, his emerald green eyes seemed to contain deep coldness and undercurrent of malice, with a touch of pride and teasing.

"Ginny" stared at him, then suddenly came closer, her eyes flashing red with greed and ecstasy.She whispered, "You completely controlled this body? You controlled the Boy-Who-Lived?"

"It's not complete, but in a short period of time, he can't resist me." Owen's face once again put on that half-smiling expression.

"I'm very confused, why are you still wasting time at Hogwarts?" He asked instead of following the other person's train of thought.Then, he said with a deep expression: "My diary seems to be here too."

"I need the elixir of life to make a perfect body." "Ginny" said calmly, "The plan is proceeding step by step, I will get it soon."

Under the glowing green light, the posture and temperament of the two little wizards were exactly the same. Even though their appearances were completely different, they seemed to be carved from the same mold.The dim light cast a deep and evil color on their figures, and even the surrounding air seemed to become oppressive.

"I remember that the Philosopher's Stone is in the hands of the Aether Society." Owen pretended to think for a while and said slowly, "Are you sure you want to attack them in their current state?"

"So I prepared a clever trap for them." "Ginny" glanced at him thoughtfully, "If you can take action, maybe I need your participation."

Owen put on a listening attitude, listened solemnly to the other party's plan, and finally agreed: "It's a feasible plan. If we work together, nothing unexpected will happen."

"Ginny" nodded, and then said: "However, I still don't know where the main soul is hidden."

Owen looked at the gorgeous green tapestry in front of him with an indifferent expression, and said calmly: "I know where I will go, in the forest where we got the Ravenclaw crown."

"More than this, I want to know why you fell into the hands of Harry Potter and what his special power is." Ginny said dissatisfiedly, but her expression was extremely serious, " Is he really our nemesis?”

Owen's expression turned gloomy in an instant, with an expression of annoyance and contempt.He stared at his raised right hand, with a dangerous hiss in his voice: "There is nothing special about him, no different from those mediocre people. I just ignored one thing - her mother died to save him , which inadvertently gave him some kind of protection. Yes, this is an ancient magic."

"But it's nothing. My soul is attached to his body. Now I am one with him and will not be hurt by it anymore." The smile on Owen's face looked ferocious and terrifying, "He can never escape. If it comes out of my hand, it will become our sharp arrow to pierce Dumbledore's heart - he is our best weapon."

He stood up abruptly, his expression a little excited: "So, after getting the elixir, I will continue to stay in Hogwarts. If Dumbledore cannot detect the problems with Harry Potter, I will Give him the most ridiculous death at the right time!"

"I'm looking forward to it." "Ginny" also showed the same expression.

Next, Owen took the initiative to end the topic and walked towards the exit of the lounge without concealment under the gaze of "Ginny": "Then, I have to make some preparations while I can still control my body..."

He left on his own through the stone wall, walked around the castle a few times and returned to Lockhart's office.

After reviewing a few student papers, Owen watched Harry return to the common room through the Marauder's Map.He stretched his body happily and couldn't help but let out a low laugh.

"Hey, I will give you the most ridiculous curtain call next." (End of this chapter)