A broken Hogwarts

The next day while having breakfast in the auditorium, Owen got his new class schedule.

While eating the pie, he looked over today's lessons. He has seven classes to attend today.

The divination and arithmetic classes were both at nine o'clock in the morning, followed by a herbal medicine class. The first class in the afternoon was Care of Magical Creatures and Ancient Runes, the last class in the afternoon was Transfiguration, and in the evening there was Astronomy.

Since each student chooses different courses, elective courses are not arranged according to the college, but are arranged based on their own time.

For example, Owen's Care of Magical Creatures class and Ancient Runes class are both in the first period in the afternoon, but Draco and the others, who also chose these two courses, only have Care of Magical Creatures class in their first class this afternoon. A lesson on ancient runes is scheduled for tomorrow.

Draco came over at some point, looked at Owen's class schedule and said, "This class schedule...how do you want to teach, Owen? Don't tell me you can clone!"

Harry and Daphne also looked over curiously, staring at Owen's class schedule with wide eyes.

"How do you know I don't know how to clone myself?" Owen smiled mysteriously and folded up the class schedule leisurely.

"Haha, I want to see your performance." Draco raised his chin.

Owen held the folded schedule between his index and middle fingers and shook it suddenly. The thin schedule instantly turned into a deck of beautifully patterned tarot cards. He handed the card to Draco with a smile and said, "Draw one? Let me guess whether it's the Magician or the Fool?"

Draco gave him a sideways glance and ignored him. Playing this kind of game with Irving always makes him feel like he's being tricked.

In the end, Harry randomly pulled out a card, and looked at the card with a slightly frozen expression, and then gradually became more undulating.

Owen cut the cards in a fancy way, yawned lazily, and casually said: "It turns out to be the Wheel of Fortune. It feels like it will be a destined beginning."

Harry rolled his eyes and threw the Wheel of Fortune card back to Owen. He knew that it was impossible for this guy to guess the cards wrong, and even if he guessed wrong, he was still playing tricks.

"Ouch! I'm sorry!" A little witch passing by behind Harry exclaimed, and the pumpkin juice she was holding spilled on his back. The little witch apologized quickly and hurriedly took out tissues from the table nearby.

"It's okay." Harry waved his hands carelessly and recited a cleaning spell on his robes.

Owen glanced here, lowered his head and continued to play with his tarot cards.

After breakfast, they went to class separately. Except for Owen, Harry, Daphne and Blaise all had to take divination classes, so they simply walked towards the north tower together.

The divination classroom is on the top of the north tower, ten minutes away from the castle. Owen led a group of people to take a shortcut, but there were still long stairs to climb.

They finally climbed to a platform. There was a painting hanging on the stone wall in front of them. In the painting, a short, fat knight in armor was dueling with his pony energetically, shouting: A loud slogan for the rhythm.

"The brave Sir Cadogan will never compromise!" cried the knight in the painting, and was kicked by his pony.

Blaise glanced at it funny, and the little knight in the painting pulled out his sword with a "swipe" sound, and shouted angrily at a group of people: "You scoundrels, you broke into my private property without permission." ! Draw your swords, you villains!”

"Ah, I want to draw my sword too." Blaise shrugged and said with a playful smile, "It's a pity that I don't have a sword."

As a result of the moment of bad breath, for the rest of the journey, Sir Cadogan in the painting walked through a picture frame and chased them all the way, shouting loudly.

After they climbed up to a small platform out of breath, their ears were finally quiet. Owen took a deep breath and wondered why there is no elevator in Hogwarts? Or it would be nice if I could come to class riding a broomstick...

Several students have gathered on the platform, including Hermione, Neville and Ron. A brass sign hung on the circular trap door in the ceiling, which read "Sybill Trelawney, Divination Teacher", but the trap door was tightly closed at this time.

They waited boredly for a while, until all the students in the class arrived, and then the trap door slowly opened. A silver ladder was lowered from inside and landed at everyone's feet.

The students climbed up the ladder. Inside was a strange classroom with twenty small round tables crowded together. There were calico armchairs and bulging little futons around the tables, like a classroom built in an attic. Old-fashioned teahouse.

The curtains were closed tightly, and everything around was shrouded in hazy red light. The fire burned brightly in the fireplace, making the place stiflingly hot. The teapot was burning on the fire, emitting a strong and nauseating aroma.

The students in the class were sitting around in armchairs, whispering quietly.

Professor Trelawney stepped out of the shadows and said in her soft, unclear voice: "Welcome, it's so good to finally see you in the physical world."

She was very thin and wore a pair of huge glasses on her face, which magnified her eyes several times. Wearing a shawl dotted with shiny metal pieces, countless bead chains hanging around her neck, and many bracelets and rings on her hands, she looked like a huge shiny insect at first glance.

"So, divination should be so mysterious and weird?" Blais moved around in his chair uncontrollably.

"No, I think it's just a personal hobby." Owen said in an erratic tone, staring blankly at the teapot on the fire. At least Mr. Grindelwald is normal.

For the sake of his own sense of smell, Owen was considering giving Professor Trelawney some high-end black tea. At least the fragrance they emitted would make people feel more relaxed and happy.

"Welcome to Divination, my children," Trelawney said to everyone, sitting in an easy chair.

She first greeted Neville's grandmother, making Neville restless and worried about her condition, and then warned Parvati Patil to be wary of a red-haired man. Next, she predicts that someone will leave forever around Easter, and tells Lavender that the thing she fears most will happen on October 16th.

Trelawney's words made the students look at her tremblingly, fidgeting as if they were waiting for trial.

Owen blinked and tilted his head in confusion. The current plot is obviously very different from the original work, so why are Trelawney’s words still the same?

Has the plot mysteriously returned to its starting point?

"Do you think what she said will come true?" Harry said in a low voice. He still has a reverence for prophecies and divination. After all, it was a prophecy that affected his life.

Owen pondered for a moment, shook his head seriously, and said honestly: "I don't know either."

Although Trelawney behaves like she is fooling people in her normal state, her predictions seem to be correct if she insists on being true to her predictions.

For example, Trelawney predicted that Neville would break the teacup, and it came true.

But if Trelawney's words are true, every year she predicts the death of a student in her class, and it never comes true.

Owen still feels that this is just like the horoscopes and fortune telling in the Muggle world. If people believe in their authenticity, they will get a strong psychological suggestion from them and consciously match the things that happen around them, so that they will It creates the feeling that what the other person said is accurate.

Just like Neville breaking the tea cup, Owen himself can use psychological suggestions to cleverly achieve such an effect.

But... Owen carefully looked at the weirdly dressed divination professor for a while and thought that she obviously didn't seem to understand psychology.

He felt that this was either an instinct formed by Trelawney through long-term deception, or that her prophetic bloodline indeed allowed her to see some vague signs, but these signs were inherently specious and difficult to interpret. And when she grasps a certain sign strongly, that's when she makes a real prophecy.

"Well, it's interesting." Owen became really interested and his attitude became more serious. It’s just that he doesn’t know whether he has the gift of prophecy. It seems that there has never been a prophet in the history of the Shafiq family.

With this in mind, he followed Professor Trelawney's instructions and took a teacup filled with tea. He frowned and drank up the tea. The strange taste filled his mouth, making him suddenly become sluggish.

"I don't think I can read the signs of the future from a pile of wet coffee-colored things." Harry shook his tea cup and said in the same spiritless way.

Owen exchanged teacups with him and used his memory to interpret the shape of the tea leaves in Harry's teacup. He has already read the book "Parting through the Fog to See the Future" once and has almost completely memorized it.

He squinted to identify the shape of the tea leaves, but unfortunately he didn't have any wonderful premonitions. He looked at the piece of tea leaves that looked like some kind of bird. The description in the book was "I have been worried about the situation of my friends recently, or I have had bad financial luck recently."

It didn't look right. Instead of worrying about his friends' situation, Harry should be more worried about himself. As for poor fortune...unless some brave man can loot Harry's vault in Gringotts.

Owen turned the teacup in his hand and his expression became even more gloomy.

Harry looked at Owen's teacup and compared it with the textbook in his hand and said: "I think this looks like a fish, which means you will have good luck. Wait, there seems to be a fish here, which means... it means... Your love is coming!”

Trelawney walked behind Owen and looked at Harry's tea cup, and suddenly said: "This is really not a pleasant cup. Eagle... My dear, you have a nemesis!"

Harry raised his head and said without any fluctuation in his tone: "Yes, Professor, I know."

Trelawney didn't speak. She moved a few steps to the side, changed the direction and continued to observe the tea leaves. She suddenly exclaimed, snatched the teacup from Owen's hand, and lowered her terrifyingly big eyes to look at it carefully. After a long time, she covered her chest with a shiny hand, closed her eyes and screamed: "Oh, no! My dear child... This is ominous! That big sinister dog that haunts the cemetery! It is a bad omen, a bad omen of death!”

Harry listened with a dull face, but his heart did not fluctuate much. Everyone knew he was in danger, after all Bellatrix had brazenly attacked the train...

"I don't think that's ominous, Professor!" Hermione, who was sitting on the other side, suddenly stood up and said tit-for-tat. She could no longer stand Trelawney's nagging.

Trelawney looked at her displeased and shook her head to show that she had no gift for prophecy.

Owen curiously poked his head into Harry's tea cup. After changing directions several times, he did manage to make out a shape that looked like a beast, but it was completely impossible to see it as a tiger, bear, or mouse. question.

He sat back in his seat expressionlessly, having given up on divination.

Trelawney tearfully squeezed Harry's shoulders as if he was going to be in a coffin the next moment. Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes and placed Owen's teacup on the table.

Trelawney glanced into the teacup, then clutched her chest and sat down on the chair nearby, breathing heavily. After a long time, she said in a very shocked tone: "Oh my god, what did I see? Another bad omen! A terrifying black shadow! It indicates that you will be swallowed by the shadow of death!"

The people surrounding Trelawney widened their eyes and raised their hands to cover their mouths. For the first time, Owen enjoyed the attention of the entire class.

Hermione took a deep breath and raised her chin in disgust. Daphne pursed her lips with concern and dissatisfaction.

"What kind of shadow is it, Professor?" Owen asked politely, his expression full of curiosity.

"My poor child, don't ask me...it's better not to say it..." Trelawney said weakly, "This is the first time, the first time ever! Every year I see someone with... Signs of death, this is the ability given to me by my third eye... But this is the first time, I actually saw two terrible signs of death at the same time!"

Owen blinked helplessly and looked at Harry. He took his teacup, pulled out a piece of parchment and carefully copied the pattern of the tea leaves.

"I know, Professor," he muttered, "It's actually not bad. At least compared to love or something, I think it's not bad."

"Why?" Harry heard what he said and asked. He sat next to Owen, like they were brothers.

Owen raised his eyelids and said calmly: "Do you know what a waste of time and energy it is to fall in love? That means that I have to spend a large part of my time studying magic on some troublesome and boring trivial matters. Go on. If I choose to do this at this time, then I must be out of my mind."

Harry looked at him speechlessly, and after a long time he suppressed his words: "Isn't it time to squeeze in some sleep?"

"I was meditating." Owen corrected seriously.

At this time, Trelawney sighed and announced that get out of class was over. The students left the classroom one by one along the ladder. Everyone was silent and feeling a little depressed.

On the way to the greenhouse, Daphne comforted her with an extremely gentle expression and tone: "Don't take Professor Trelawney's words to heart, Owen, Harry. I heard from senior students that she predicts something bad every year. A student would die, but that never came to pass.”

Harry nodded absently and said thoughtfully: "Actually, when I was at Flourish and Blotts Bookstore, I saw a book called "Omen of Death", and there was a big black dog drawn on the cover... You guys Say, is it really ominous?"

"Ominous legends have been around for a long time, Harry." Blaise's expression looked a little serious, "Although many times they are like stories told by adults to scare children, my mother's friend, an outstanding Auror, is indeed Saw a black dog as big as a bear. Two days later she became ill and died soon after, and my mother went to her funeral."

"I've heard similar rumors." Daphne nodded, her golden hair beating playfully in her ears.

"That's it..." Harry said calmly, "But I think if it's a big black dog, maybe it's not so bad." He knew that Sirius was also an Animagus, and he happened to be an Animagus after his transformation. A big black dog.

They walked down the long stairs one by one. Owen looked at the bright sunshine outside the window and suddenly said: "I'm going to take the arithmetic divination class first."

"What? We're going to have herbal medicine class soon!" Harry said in surprise.

"Ah, I'll be there in a minute, bye." Owen blinked his left eye mysteriously, waved his hand and disappeared into another corridor.

"So, what exactly is he going to do?" Blaise shrugged.

Owen got into a remote utility room, took out his pocket watch from his pocket, and saw that the time displayed on it was ten forty-three. Then he took out the long and thin gold chain from his collar and turned over the delicate hourglass hanging on it three times.

He felt like he was flying backwards at a very fast speed, with blurry colors and shapes flashing around him, but he couldn't see anything clearly at all. My eardrums were a little swollen and painful, and I couldn't hear any sounds.

Soon, he felt his feet touch solid ground again. He looked around and found that he was still standing in the utility room. Nothing had changed around him, except that the position of the sun outside had tilted downward.

"It was three hours ago now." Owen looked at the pocket watch in his hand. The hands on it still pointed to ten forty-three.

"So my time did not go back, but I went back three hours ago." Owen put the pocket watch back into his pocket slowly, and looked at the sketch of tea leaves he drew in the divination class. , "At this point in time, two me exist at the same time."

"That is to say, you cannot increase your lifespan through this method. The total amount of time is fixed, and I am just advancing the time in the future." He thought, "This means that I will become an adult earlier in the future."

Then he thought about it, it seemed to be of no use. The traces placed on the little wizard by the Ministry of Magic are calculated according to normal time. They will only disappear on his seventeenth birthday, regardless of how long he has used the time turner to go back.

Owen put aside his messy thoughts and carefully observed the small hourglass of the time turner. At this time, the golden sand that had been stagnant in the hourglass was flowing slowly, like the mysterious and dangerous quicksand in the desert.

"Sure enough, during these three hours, the time turner cannot be used again." He tried turning the hourglass, but there was no feeling of time going back again, and he nodded his chin as expected.

"So, what will happen if I use the time turner in the wall-facing space?" Owen's eyes lit up, a little eager to try, "Will I see my past self? What will happen then?"

There is no need to fear death in his own thinking space. He can use the time turner to his heart's content and do various dangerous experiments without worrying about committing suicide.

Thinking of this, Owen decisively entered the wall space and copied the time turner without consuming the connection points.

"It seems that my judgment is correct. The replication of most alchemical items does not require the consumption of connection points." He thought with considerable satisfaction and glanced at the wall filled with white mist. The writing on it showed that there are still 9 connect points, this year’s connect point collection event has not started yet.

Because there were rarely enough connection points, this summer he copied the magic stone hidden at home, which consumed one connection point. The Magic Stone is one of the few alchemical items that requires the consumption of connection points to copy, which is enough to illustrate its specialness.

"But isn't the time turner special?" Owen was a little confused, but he didn't intend to delve into it at the moment.

He placed the delicate hourglass next to the bright red magic stone, fed a green vegetable to the rabbit beside him, and then left this white and quiet space.

He walked out of the utility room. It was breakfast time.

Seeing that it was still some time before the first class started, Owen rolled his eyes, recited a disguise spell to himself and walked towards the auditorium.

He stood outside the door of the auditorium and looked in, and saw his past self sitting at the Slytherin table, playing with a deck of tarot cards in his hand.

Owen raised his lips playfully, found a white dice from the props on his body, and then waved his wand and clicked on it. The dice turned into a white line and passed through the door of the auditorium, flying over the heads of the little wizards and rushing towards their past selves.

Just as the dice was about to pass Harry, a little witch carrying pumpkin juice happened to come and block the path of the dice. The dice hit the little witch on the arm, causing her arm to sway, and the pumpkin juice in her hand spilled on Harry's back.

"Ouch! Sorry!" the little witch exclaimed and quickly apologized to Harry.

The dice that hit the little witch flew to the side and fell into the schoolbag of a student nearby and disappeared.

Owen saw his past self looking up, then lowered his head and continued playing cards.

"Time travelers cannot change the past. Anything they do only causes the situation they noticed before traveling." Owen, who was standing outside the door, looked at this scene thoughtfully, thinking of McGonagall. Professor's words.

"Is it a closed loop? I'm just completing a period of history..." He quickly twirled the wand in his hand with an interested expression on his face, "But history cannot be changed, so can it be deceived?"

"Interesting." Owen turned and left. (End of chapter)