A broken Hogwarts

By the time the two returned to the living room, it was already raining continuously outside the window, and the air was so humid that it seemed like you could hold water in your hand.

Nyx, who had been playing outside, flew back and stood on top of the clock, combing his feathers slowly. Although it was caught in the rain, the black feathers on its body were not stained by any water stains. Under the reflection of the fire, it reflected a shallow golden halo, and the whole bird seemed to be enveloped in a hazy and holy golden light.

It looks better and better. The edges of the black feathers all over the body are glowing with dark gold, the bright red eyes are like the purest rubies, and the pointed beak and claws reflect the light. The crest on the head and long tail feathers are elegant and lively, and the slightly curled tail gradually changes from black to a light golden red, making it look gorgeous and noble.

After persistent attempts, Nyx was able to fly in the air for a short while. In the past few days, it spent most of its time flying around among the white rose bushes, as if it was tirelessly patrolling its territory... Well, it also nibbled a lot of blooming roses.

After seeing Owen and Harry, it proudly raised its beautiful head, opened and closed its long beak, and let out a light and sweet chirp.

"Is this Nyx?" Harry looked at this beautiful big bird, his eyes widened in surprise. He couldn't believe that the ugly bird that always liked to burn his homework could become so elegant and charming.

Nyx glanced sideways at him, her bright red eyes flashing with undisguised contempt, like a superior queen looking down at her humble servant.

Okay, I believe this is Nyx... Harry's cheeks twitched, and he suddenly opened his mouth wide, carefully looking at the body as big as Nyx's crane, and looking at the length that had grown recently It stayed on the tail feathers for a long time.

"Owen, don't you think it looks a bit like Fawkes?" Harry said blankly, "Although its feathers are not gold and red..."

"Hey, didn't I tell you?" Owen smiled and reached out to stroke Nyx's smooth and warm feathers, staring at its slender tail feathers, "Nix is ​​a phoenix."

Harry grinned: "You never told me!" And how could Phoenix have such a bad character!

"And it's different from Fox..." He then frowned.

It's not just the feathers, eyes and paws that are different colors. When he was with Dumbledore's phoenix, he always felt warm and peaceful, full of enthusiasm and hope, but Nyx only made him cranky and crazy.

"Ah, Nyx is a special phoenix." Owen smiled mischievously, "It is different from other phoenixes." He pinched one of Nyx's tail feathers and gently pulled it.

Nyx tilted her head to look at him, smacked her beak, and spat out a few black sparks. It raised a paw and pushed Owen's hand away, silently turning its tail to a position where he couldn't reach it.

Owen slowly retracted his hand and said slowly: "Well, although I think it would be much more useful to raise a normal phoenix." Especially the tears of the phoenix, which are truly life-saving medicine. As for Nyx...forget it, let's not mention it.

"Chirp!" Nyx flapped his wings dissatisfiedly and rushed toward Owen with all his might.

Owen flexibly deflected his body and dodged, then raised his left arm with a smile on his face, motioning for Nyx to stand on it. Phoenix shouted at him arrogantly, ignoring his outstretched arm and landing on his right shoulder.

Harry looked at their interaction with some envy. He glanced at Nagini, who was looking at the surroundings coldly, and felt that there would be no harm without comparison.

He scratched his head and said, "Speaking of which, I haven't seen Fawkes for a long time. It's a bit strange, isn't it? Hasn't it been following Dumbledore?"

"Maybe Fox is still with Dumbledore, but he just didn't appear in front of us." Owen's words were full of meaning.

Harry thought for a while and agreed: "It's possible." After all, the phoenix is ​​such a mysterious creature. He just felt a little regretful, after all, he and Fox got along pretty well.

Seeing that it was getting late, he didn't waste any more time. He borrowed a small bag from Owen that had a traceless stretching charm on it, put Nagini in it, and went to the fireplace to grab a handful of Floo powder.

"By the way, I will destroy the locket when I go back. Do you want to come with me?" Harry suddenly said before leaving. After all, it was Owen who discovered the clues to the locket, and he felt that Owen should be more involved.

Owen tilted his head and said, "Okay." He happened to have a question about the Marauder's Map that he wanted to ask Sirius.

"Okay, then I'll go back and let Sirius fix the fireplace for you to pass." After Harry finished speaking, he jumped into the fire.

A few minutes later, Owen stood in the living room of No. 12 Grimmauld Place again, which had been cleaned by Dobby. The birthday party decorations have all been removed, and the decorations in the room are all gorgeous and elegant green tones. Although it is less lively and energetic than before, I have to say that it looks a lot more harmonious.

A group of people gathered around a round table. Harry held the ring with the poisonous needle in his hand, Sirius stood aside holding the wand, and Kreacher held the locket. The atmosphere in the living room was a bit tense.

"Then, I'll destroy it..." Harry took a deep breath, took the locket from Kreacher, and placed it on the table.

He pressed the button on the ring, and a gleaming poison needle rose from behind the unscrewed black gemstone, with a forest-green light flashing on the sharp needle tip.

Harry blew out the air from his chest, raised his arms high, and pointed the needle on the ring at the locket. After accumulating strength for a while, when he was about to thrust hard, an inexplicable feeling of reluctance emerged in his heart.

This emotion came so suddenly and so naturally, as if what he was about to destroy was his most precious thing. He quickly understood that the Horcrux was affecting him, so he gritted his teeth, firmed up his thoughts, and waved his arms without hesitation.

There was a "ding" sound, and the needle tip pierced the beautiful little gold cover of the locket, but failed to penetrate. The outer shell of the locket was unexpectedly hard. Even though the needle coated with basilisk venom was highly corrosive and destructive, it only left a tiny, invisible white dot on the gold lid.

Harry took back his hand and shook his arm, which was numb from the shock. He looked at the locket carefully and looked at the two small glass windows hidden behind the small golden cover. He frowned and said uncertainly: "Maybe you need to open it first? It should be much easier to destroy it from the inside."

"But it won't open." Sirius narrowed his eyes. He had also felt a hint of reluctance just now, but Kreacher was much calmer. Perhaps Voldemort's Horcruxes, like himself, didn't even bother to enchant a house elf.

"Try using Parseltongue." Owen said softly, his expression calm and indifferent. The temptation of the Horcrux to him was like a breeze blowing on his face, but he was instantly defeated by an even colder and stronger malice that surged in his heart.

Harry looked enlightened. He stared at the "S" letter inlaid with emeralds on the locket, imagining it as a small snake, and hissed: "Open."

The small golden cover of the locket popped open with a click, and an eye opened behind each of the two small glass windows. The bright black eyes blinked energetically, as if someone was hiding in the small locket. Peering out through the window.

Harry raised his arms high again when he heard a voice hiss from the Horcrux.

"I see your heart, your desires and your fears..."

Harry looked a little dazed, his arms began to tremble, and he could hardly hold the ring. It wasn't because of the words coming from the Horcrux, but something hidden in his body was resonating.

That feeling from last semester is back. It was as if an evil consciousness had awakened from his body, and scenes of strange and terrifying scenes flashed before his eyes: faces screaming in pain, cold and pale corpses, high-pitched voices and dazzling green light...

He felt as if he was turning into a hideous monster. He even wanted to touch his body to see if he had grown ferocious fangs and claws, and if his skin was covered with slippery scales. .

"Hurry up, Harry!" Sirius's cry rang in his ears, but it seemed to come from a far away place, soft and vague, and it couldn't even bring him back from his thoughts.

It's like this again, but the crown that affected me has been destroyed. Harry thought.

Does this Horcrux have the same magical power as that crown? But why is Sirius okay?

Could the Voldemort in the diadem still possess him? Did he not disappear with the destruction of the crown, but remain hidden in his body? Maybe Voldemort usually hides in his belly and watches what he is doing...

At the same time, a secret fear emerged from the bottom of his heart. It might have existed for a long time, but he had been ignoring it intentionally or unintentionally.

What if Voldemort in the diadem does disappear? Dumbledore said that if a Horcrux is destroyed, the soul fragments inside cannot exist alone.

Both Dumbledore and Owen said that his state was affected by a Horcrux and a terrible magic. But he knew that he was different from other people who were controlled by the diadem or even possessed by Voldemort. No one has as many terrible memories and evil knowledge as he does...

"Maybe I am really special." Harry thought, "There is some kind of connection between me and Voldemort, a closer connection than I thought. Or maybe I am a bad kind, a kind of monster, just like others say , is a born dark wizard..."

"Harry! Stab it!" Sirius shook his shoulders, looking anxious and worried, "What's wrong with you?" He glared fiercely at the locket that was constantly sending out words, and flicked his wand vigorously. . A bright red light hit it, and the small locket flew up in a spin and fell to the ground with a clatter.

Owen squinted his eyes to examine the dazed expression on Harry's face, and quickly twirled the wand in his hand. He glanced at the locket on the ground, with an inexplicable expression in his dark pupils, but in the end he did not choose to take action.

He felt that it would be better for Harry to overcome this problem by himself.

The locket shook on the ground, and a pair of eyes in the two small glass windows turned red, exactly like Voldemort's eyes. A dark soap bubble-like thing emerged from the small window, changing its shape bizarrely.

Harry stared straight at it, watching as it finally transformed into a familiar and terrifying human form: a pale face that seemed to have melted, red eyes, and no hair... It was the one in the crown he had seen before. Image of Voldemort.

Voldemort stood in the locket, looked down at him condescendingly, and hissed at him: "You know, we are the same, there is no difference. You will eventually become me, you will continue my will, and bring evil to the end." The seeds are sown all over the world..."

"Come on, accept me. I will guide you, give you strength, and lead you to recognize your true self..." Voldemort opened his arms to him, his voice filled with gentle seduction.

Harry shook his head, a hint of fear on his expression, and his breathing became heavier.

"Don't listen to him, Harry!" shouted Sirius, firing spells at the figure. The curse cut the figure in half, and Voldemort's figure collapsed into two thick masses of ink.

Then the two thick masses of ink began to elongate and deform, and finally grew into two human shapes. Harry recognized them, having seen them in the Mirror of Erised, his parents.

Riddle-James Potter said with a cold and disgusted expression: "Oh my God, I don't want to admit that you are my son. If I had known that you were a monster, I would rather kill you with my own hands."

Riddle Lily Potter swayed like a snake and looked at him with disgust: "Why on earth should I stand in front of you? You are born to be a monster who can confuse people. I died to protect you. , is the most stupid and regretful thing I have ever done in my life..."

Sirius was yelling in annoyance, raising his wand at them murderously. But Harry couldn't care less about him.

Harry's mind went blank, and unprecedented anger consumed his sanity. He rushed towards the locket and stabbed the red eyes in the two small windows with the ring in his hand like crazy.

The figure in mid-air let out a sharp and piercing scream, which dissipated like smoke.

Harry continued to thrust hard until the needles on the ring were bent. Only then did he come to his senses and gasp for air.

The two small glass windows on the locket were punctured and the evil red eyes were gone. Smoke emitted from the colorful silk lining inside the box, and a dark, viscous liquid flowed out from the cracks.

Harry fell to his knees dejectedly, his arms shaking. Compared with the fear before, he felt more anger now because Voldemort was insulting his parents and denying their efforts...

"It's okay, Harry." Sirius knelt down next to him, gave him a hug, and patted his back hard with his palms.

Owen took a deep breath and quietly walked out of the living room, not intending to listen to the intimate conversations between their families.

"This locket...could it have the property of seeking death?" He couldn't help but think. The parents who transformed into Harry were sarcastic and sarcastic, which was definitely a mistake. It would be strange if Harry didn't go crazy.

He leaned against the wall of the corridor, playing with his wand carelessly, waiting for the two people in the living room to finish.

After a long time, the old house elf came out wiping his tears and shouted with tears of gratitude: "...Thank you for fulfilling Master Regulus's wish and destroying the locket! Kreacher will always remember him OK, Harry Potter!"

Owen looked into the living room and said with a half-smile, "Are you okay?"

Harry touched his nose awkwardly, nodded casually, and quickly changed the subject: "By the way, Sirius, I brought another locket over..."

He took out RAB's locket from his pocket, and the note inside had been taken away by him in advance. He handed the locket to Sirius: "I think it would be best if I gave it to you."

"I don't think I need it. It's not something worth remembering." Sirius frowned, showing a strange and complicated expression.

"If you don't want it, you can try giving it to Kreacher." Harry suggested. "I think he will be very happy."

"Are you kidding?" Sirius looked at him confused.

"I think you should ease your relationship with Kreacher." Harry said seriously. "Look, Kreacher is actually not difficult to get along with. If you can get along well with him, your life will become much smoother. Yes no?"

"Kreacher, like everyone else in this family, hates everyone except purebloods." Sirius said with a dark face.

"But he is quite friendly to me now, right?" Harry said, "I think as long as you treat him well and be nice to him, he will be nice to you... Dobby is like that."

He looked at Owen, hoping to get some strong support from him.

Owen hugged his shoulders and leaned against the wall, and said casually: "House elves are creatures with simple thoughts but full of emotions. Their concept is very simple. Whoever treats them well will be repaid tenfold and a hundredfold."

Harry nodded with satisfaction and looked at Sirius eagerly: "You see?"

"I'll try my best." Sirius took the locket and turned down the corner of his mouth, "But to be honest, if you give him the locket... he might die suddenly on the spot."

They ended the topic, and Owen put his hand on his lips, coughed lightly, and said straight to the point: "Sirius, I learned that you participated in the production of a special map while you were at Hogwarts..."

"The Marauder's Map?" Sirius smiled, obviously becoming a lot happier, "It looks like someone found it?"

Facing Harry's puzzled gaze, he explained: "That's a picture made by me, your father, Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew together." His expression froze, and then he continued: " Gwartz’s map. It depicts all the secret passages we found, and also shows everyone’s movements.”

"After graduation, we left it in the school, hoping that it would benefit those who come after us." He smiled at Owen and said, "Who found it?"

Owen said with a smile: "The Weasley twins, this map has become a good helper for their pranks."

"Then make the best use of everything." Sirius said with satisfaction, his expression even a little naughty.

"I would like to ask about the special tracking spell above. I have tried to modify the ordinary tracking spell to achieve a similar effect, but the results were not satisfactory and could not reveal the real name of the pretender... I think I need Have more ideas." The expression on Owen's face changed to a serious and solemn one during research.

"Of course, if this involves the secret inheritance of a certain family, just pretend I didn't ask." He added.

"There's nothing to keep secret. I accidentally found that spell in the library in the study. If you need it, I'll be happy to teach it to you." Sirius shrugged indifferently, "Actually, you have improved. It’s almost done, we just need to combine it with the principle of the Appearance Spell.”

Owen suddenly understood, and his stuck thoughts suddenly became clear. He researched in the wrong direction. He originally thought that the missing part was ideological, and even considered adding the principle of Legilimency, but that would become too complicated and difficult.

"Thank you, that's enough for me." He thanked him. For him, after knowing the exact direction, completing the improvement of the magic spell was a matter of course.

"No need to thank me, you helped us a lot." Sirius said, no longer as vigilant and cautious about Owen as he was at the beginning, "Besides, you reminded me that I can make another Marauder's Map to use Monitor Hogwarts to see if any enemies have sneaked into it..."

They chatted for a few more words, and seeing that it was getting late, Owen said goodbye to them and went home through the fireplace. (End of chapter)