A broken Hogwarts

The last few days of summer vacation passed calmly.

On the morning of the first day of school, Owen stuffed the sapphire that had caused him a lot of trouble into his suitcase. Since the president of the Death Expulsion Society had already made up his mind to kill him, there was no need for him to throw the gem out to clear the relationship.

After carefully checking his luggage, he took the "Book of Secrets" with him. The method of keeping secrets among the members of the Exorcist Society made him interested in this kind of magic spell, and he planned to study it carefully.

Melete lay obediently next to the suitcase, eyes squinted and sleepy, her little head moving bit by bit. But Nyx was very unhappy. As a free phoenix, it was too eye-catching in appearance and was unwilling to be packed into a suitcase, let alone be transformed into an owl and stuffed into a cage.

Facing Owen's helpless and innocent eyes, Nyx yelled a few curses angrily, then flapped his wings and disappeared into the blazing black flames. It went straight to Hogwarts via flames.

Owen shook his head in amusement and straightened his collar and cuffs in front of the mirror. He lowered his eyes and glanced at his right wrist. A cross-shaped pattern composed of thorns, snakes and bones slowly appeared on his pale skin. The original dark black mark faded into gray after the battle in the church. Waiting When it turns white, it means it is filled.

"Hmm, it feels weird..." Owen tugged on his sleeves, thinking that this ritual was much easier than his magic fusion experiment last semester. He turned and smiled casually: "That's right, this is black magic. As long as you can be ruthless and ignore some terrible side effects, it can be easily achieved quickly..."

He took a deep look at himself in the mirror, and then carried his suitcase downstairs with a relaxed expression. Melete followed at his feet holding a pink velvet in her mouth. Shafiq and his wife were already waiting for him. Both of them were wearing dark black robes, holding wands in their hands, and their expressions were solemn, as if they were about to go to war.

This time they apparated directly to the vicinity of King's Cross Station. As soon as he walked out of the deserted alley, several wizards with serious faces followed him, paying careful attention to the surrounding situation. It was obvious that they were all bodyguards arranged by Mr. Shafiq.

"Is this really necessary?" Owen glanced at them and said, somewhat dumbfounded.

"Of course it is necessary! The masterminds of those attackers have not been caught yet. Who knows if they will attack us again." Albert glanced sharply at the people coming and going around him, "That organization, oh, you said It's called the Expulsion Society, I'm afraid it's unusual. We can't pry out any information from those prisoners..."

Owen nodded. He did not tell the Shafiqs all the information he got from Velos, but only told them some of the information he learned about the Expulsion Society so that they would know from which direction they should investigate and take precautions.

As for the fact that the Death Club is targeting him and wants to kill him for some purpose, Owen thinks there is no need to tell the Shafiqs. Even if they knew the news, they would still be out of reach of him who was far away in Hogwarts. They couldn't follow Owen all day long to protect his safety. In the end, they would only be worried in vain.

In fact, it would be beneficial for the Shafiqs not to be able to distinguish the goals of the Exorcism Society. At least it would allow them to pay more attention to protecting their own safety. After all, the origins of the two people who attacked Mr. Shafik before were not known. They were not sent by Velos, and Owen also had some doubts about this. Even if the attack seems ridiculous, we can't help but be vigilant.

"...It's really hard for you to get information from them." Albert said, suddenly looking at Owen with a straight face, "You have to be careful, don't think that you are safe if you stay at Hogwarts... Hiss , wait! Should I take back my signed Hogsmeade permission form?"

"It is not a virtue to keep one's word, Dad." Owen raised his eyebrows and turned to look at Mrs. Shafik, "Are you right, Mom?"

Adeline put her right hand holding the wand in her pocket, her bright eyes silently watching the surrounding environment under the shadow of the wide brim of her hat, and said with a smile: "In the world of adults, going back on one's word is the norm, Owen .”

"Tsk, are you willing to teach such a naive and simple me a bad way?" Owen said shamelessly, blinking his clear eyes.

Then he felt disgusted by himself, coughed slightly and changed the subject: "Speaking of which, how did you deal with those prisoners?"

"Of course we send them to Azkaban to stay." Albert said casually, "We can't let us raise them."

"Although there have been fugitives there this year, there is no doubt that Azkaban is still one of the most tightly guarded prisons in the wizarding world. It is much safer to lock people there than to find a place to lock them ourselves." He said lightly. He said, "I've taken care of everything. Their sentences will be long."

"Great." Owen muttered, carrying Melete through the wall leading to platform nine and three-quarters.

The bright red steam train was puffing out smoke, and the platform was crowded with wizards of both sexes who came to send their children on the train. The atmosphere was warm and busy.

Before getting in the car, Adeline kissed Owen's cheek and whispered in his ear: "You can go to Hogsmeade, but remember to pay attention to your own safety, okay?"

"I will, mom." Owen tilted his cheek, and the warm breath tickled his ears.

"Don't run around invisible this school year." Mr. Shafik added, "Dumbledore agreed to let those lovely guards from Azkaban guard the entrance to the school. The dementors won't tell you. reason."

"Also, I know that the school has applied for a time turner for you." He suddenly came over and lowered his voice and said, "But you have to promise me that you will absolutely follow its usage requirements, otherwise the consequences will be serious. To be honest, I am I don’t understand why they would agree to give such dangerous things to children..."

"Do you know this?" Owen blinked.

"Haha, do you think the Ministry of Magic will not tell us about such an important thing?" Albert said, holding his shoulders, "Your mother and I have signed several agreements, promising not to pursue you for improper use of the time turner. All consequences that are detrimental to oneself.”

Owen nodded seriously and said, "I'll pay attention." He was just curious about the time turner, not seeking death. He was still very cautious and wary of the magic of time.

After waving to his parents, Owen stepped onto the train and walked through the compartments that were already filled with people.

"Owen, here!" Daphne stood outside a compartment near the rear of the train and waved to him.

Owen helped her move her luggage into the box and found that there were already two people inside. Draco was struggling to stuff a box into the luggage rack, and a pale little girl stood next to him.

After putting away his luggage, Owen sat by the window and heard Daphne introduce: "This is my sister, Astoria, whom you have met."

Astoria smoothed down her long golden hair, her bright blue eyes exactly like Daphne's. She was thin and petite, and her complexion was sickly pale, looking like fragile white porcelain.

She nodded to them politely and slightly shyly, and said in a gentle voice: "Hello." Her eyes were firmly attracted by the cats and Puffs in Owen's arms.

Draco glanced at her casually, nodded his chin lazily, and said slowly to Owen, who was sitting opposite him: "Isn't this much emptyer? I specially sent Crabbe and Goyle away. The private room, otherwise this place will be too crowded to accommodate people."

"They'll be sad, Draco," Owen quipped with a smile.

"Come on, they only want food." Draco rolled his eyes and said angrily, "As long as someone gives them some candy, I guess they can forget who I am..."

At this time, the door of the box was pushed open again, and Harry and Sirius Black stood outside the door, with a pile of luggage next to them. Harry panted and said, "Ah, luckily there's still room here. How are you guys doing?"

"Great, I just came back from a trip to Norway." Draco hummed, raising his chin proudly.

Sirius helped Harry move his luggage in and nodded to the people in the box. He didn't look as thin and haggard as before. His long black hair was neat and neat, and his fleshy cheeks made him look much younger, and he looked more and more handsome like before.

The two of them moved the heavy luggage in together, and Harry said breathlessly: "Thank you, Sirius, oh, I can do the rest myself..."

Sirius helped him put away his luggage, and then surprisingly, he did not get off the train, but sat leisurely on a bench nearby.

"Uh, Sirius, is there anything else? The train is leaving soon..." Harry heard a loud whistle and felt a slight vibration under his feet.

"Isn't this the bus to Hogwarts?" Sirius looked around in surprise, smiling mischievously and proudly.

"But you..." Harry was stunned for a moment before he realized, "You're going to Hogwarts?"

Sirius leaned back in his chair and said, "Didn't I tell you? Dumbledore is willing to take care of me, an idle person who can't find a job, and invites me to take up the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"I don't know! You kept it from me all summer!" Harry said with surprise and joy. Then he became a little worried again: "It's just that I heard that this position has a curse, and every Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher can't stay for one year..."

"Is there still such a rumor in the school?" Sirius raised his eyebrows and grinned, "So I only agreed to teach for this year, and I even prepared my resignation letter in advance."

You are such a clever little kid... Owen cursed in his heart when he heard this. He exchanged glances with the others, and everyone looked excited.

"But why do you take the train to school?" When Harry asked this question, he already had the answer in his heart. He was a little touched, but also felt that he had caused trouble to others: "Do you think I need you to be by my side to protect me anytime and anywhere?"    "Ah, oh, it was my own thought, and I felt it was necessary..." Sirius Said vaguely. He was indeed glad that he agreed to Dumbledore's invitation in order to spend more time with Harry, which now made it easier for him to protect Harry's safety.

"What protection? Is Harry in danger?" Draco interrupted at this time.

Sirius glanced at him, narrowed his eyes, and asked tentatively: "You don't think Bellatrix will do nothing after escaping from prison, do you?"

"Her?" Draco's gray eyes widened slightly, "After she escaped from Azkaban, shouldn't she have stayed away?"

He blinked, and then he remembered that his parents seemed to have been telling him not to get too close to Harry this semester, so as not to be targeted by his crazy aunt. It's just that he always listened selectively to what his parents said. At that time, he was busy greeting his classmates.

"This...she's going to kill you?" Draco looked at Harry in horror, then pretended to be calm and shook his legs.

"I think she won't break into Hogwarts, right?" Daphne held her sister's hand and whispered, "Hogwarts is safe, right?"

"At least the Azkaban guards will be stationed outside the gates of Hogwarts." Owen put Melete on the table and watched her stretch out her little paws and pat the velvet like a rubber ball.

"Dementors! There is nothing more vicious than them." Draco relaxed slightly and bared his teeth to scare Astoria who was diagonally opposite.

Astoria was startled for a moment, tilted her head and looked at him with interest, then covered her mouth and laughed, her eyes curled into crescents.

Draco stared at her fiercely, feeling underestimated.

The train spewed out steam and started to move slowly. The sky became a little gloomy and it was going to rain.

Everyone in the carriage skipped the heavy topics and began to exchange their summer vacation experiences with each other.

"...We visited the ruins of the royal palace on the Greek island of Crete. Muggles unearthed some clay tablets recording ancient magic texts there, and we tried to decipher them..." Daphne said enthusiastically, " But it was so hot there that I got tanned.”

"It's cool in Norway," Draco said slowly, then complained, "But it's boring as hell."

Harry listened with some envy to their travel experiences. He has never traveled, and he has basically not been out this month. Everyone around him seems to be worried that Bellatrix will catch him and kill him as soon as he steps out. Except, of course, his aunt and uncle, who wished he'd never come back again.

"I've been staying home," Owen said casually.

Harry gave him a sympathetic look. But then he thought that Owen must be too lazy and accidentally slept through the entire holiday.

Feeling that Harry must be thinking of something rude, Owen curled his lips and saw Astoria's eyes glancing towards Meletia and Puffin, so he said to her kindly: "You can play with them. .”

"Thank you." Astoria pursed her lips and smiled at him, stretched out her right hand that was pale enough to reveal blue veins, and carefully touched Pu Rongrong's soft long hair.

"Owen, you actually know how to raise feathers?" Daphne said with a smile. Generally speaking, these little animals are very popular with girls, especially the pink-haired ones, while boys tend to avoid them.

Harry glanced at the cute pink furball, and then at Owen, who had a delicate and graceful face, and felt that the two of them actually... matched quite well.

"No, this is Melet's pet." Owen glared at Harry, "Melet named it Tuanzi."

"Pets' pets..." Astoria stared blankly at the buzzing velvet, feeling that it was a little pitiful.

At three or four o'clock in the afternoon, it started to rain. The rolling mountains outside the window became blurry.

Daphne became a little worried about gain and loss, and she said quietly: "Astoria, you must not be assigned to another college, so that I can take care of you more."

"I will try my best, Daphne. But I haven't practiced magic, and I can't run fast..." Astoria was also a little worried, "Can you tell me how Hogwarts is sorted?"

"Oh, it's different every year." Draco drawled. "The test when we were sorted was to fight a fire dragon. Only the best performers can enter Slytherin. Last year, it was a group of trolls. Many people were fainted on the spot."

Astoria listened with wide eyes, her expression growing more and more desperate.

"Ahem, it's not as exaggerated as Draco said." Harry coughed lightly, "You just need to jump into the lake in time, and the fire dragon won't be able to burn you. Really!"

"You guys!" Daphne glared hard at the two guys who were just watching the fun, and comforted the increasingly worried little girl, "Astoria, don't listen to their lies, there's really no danger. …”

She was a little entangled, hesitating whether to tell Astoria the truth about the sorting. In the end, she still didn't break the tacit understanding and looked at Owen for help.

Owen leaned against the window with his chin in his hand, his cheek looking mysterious and elegant in the dim light. He said leisurely: "You can also use your ingenuity, such as throwing a bunch of hard-drawn fireworks at the fire dragon to distract it."

He then changed his words: "However, there is a half chance that this method will fail and attract the anger of the fire dragon. This will need to test your courage. This is the quality that Gryffindor loves..."

"Owen!" Daphne shouted angrily, now she was much more lively than before.

She held Astoria's trembling hand and found that it had become ice cold. Seeing that the sky outside the car window was getting darker and darker, and the air was getting damper and colder, she took out a thick cloak from the suitcase and put it on her sister, comforting her in a low voice.

At this moment, there was a loud "boom" from the front of the train.

The high-speed train suddenly stopped. No, the carriage was tilting to the right, and the front half was tilted up. It was like the whole train had hit a big mountain and was about to fly off the ground. .

The carriage they were in came to an abrupt stop, and the front part rose high, throwing the people sitting on the bench into the air. Then it suddenly turned to the right, and the strong inertia caused everyone in the box to roll into a ball, and their luggage was floating in the air. The sudden situation left most people confused.

Wisps of cold black mist suddenly appeared on Owen's body, and it was about to condense into a faint black shadow. The cold and cold malice stimulated his brain, making him react first. He suppressed his inner emotions and did not let the black devil guard take shape. Instead, he threw out his wand and shouted: "Guard them all!"

An invisible barrier surrounded everyone and pushed away the flying luggage. The side of the carriage hit the ground with a loud "bang". The people who hit the wall of the carriage were protected by the barrier and did not receive any impact.

At the same time, a faint light appeared on the inside of the enchanted carriage, and a gentle force pushed away the people who were about to hit it, protecting the people in the train from harm.

It was just a matter of effort on the front and back legs, and Sirius responded in time. He pulled out his magic wand, pointed at the car and shouted: "Vibration reduction and speed stop!"

After flipping onto the ground, the car began to roll and hit on the ground, making the people inside feel like they had been thrown into a drum washing machine. Under Sirius' spell, the rolling speed slowed down and became a slow speed. People could clearly see the carriage rolling, twisting and deforming under the violent collision.

"Wingardim Leviosa!" Owen took the opportunity to point at the carriage and recite a levitating spell. Because the object of the spell was a bit heavy, he felt some pressure, but he still succeeded in releasing it.

The car that had already slowed down lightly lifted off the ground, and finally stopped rolling and crashing. Then Owen released the control of the spell, and the deformed carriage hit the ground with a "bang" and stopped completely.

The little wizards in the cubicle were lying on the ground in a haphazard manner, so dizzy that they couldn't distinguish between east, west, north, and south.

Sirius jumped up sullenly, swaying on his feet. He shook his head to wake himself up, brushed away the messy long hair covering his face, nodded to Irving and said, "Please look at them."

After Owen responded, he flipped open the severely deformed carriage door with great force and strode into the gloomy rain outside. (End of chapter)