A broken Hogwarts

The principal's room was brightly lit, and the strange instruments placed on the long table shone brightly under the light and made various small sounds. The portraits of the old principals had their eyes closed tightly in their respective frames, with very peaceful expressions, if you ignore the erratic movement of their eyeballs under their eyelids.

"...I don't understand why you said that at the opening ceremony, Albus." Professor McGonagall's suppressed and angry voice sounded in the spacious room, covering up those funny popping sounds.

She stood in front of the desk and stared at Dumbledore across from her with burning eyes, her cheeks tightened: "You are encouraging those children to fight against such vicious gangsters! You know how influential your words will be. …”

The old headmaster with long silver hair and beard was sitting behind the desk, his eyes slightly closed, playing with the strange-shaped Elder Wand in his hand, and an ugly black gemstone ring on his right index finger.

Listening to Professor McGonagall's words, he suddenly opened his eyes. The blue eyes under the half-moon glasses were sharp and bright. He said slowly: "I think I have made it clear, Minerva. I am not instigating them to take risks, but I am warning them that they should pick up their wands to protect themselves."

"But they are just a group of children, they don't have to..." Professor McGonagall's nose turned white.

"Many of them are gone, Minerva." Dumbledore interrupted her, slender fingers gently caressing the ring on his index finger, "After experiencing such a danger, you still think they don't need to learn How to protect yourself?"

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and took a deep breath.

"You know, even Hogwarts is not absolutely safe. I thought the series of accidents that happened at Hogwarts in the past two years could warn you." Dumbledore said without blinking. Looking at her, "I think you can see how unqualified the students are when faced with something like this."

"I don't even understand why you want to ignore the danger in the castle, Albus! You are busy arguing with the bureaucrats of the Ministry of Magic and the International Confederation of Wizards all day long..." Professor McGonagall raised her eyebrows and looked at He looked at the other party with strangeness and suspicion in his eyes, "You have never done such a thing before..."

"I'm old, Minerva." Dumbledore suddenly smiled bitterly, leaning back on the chair, his expression becoming very tired, "I don't know how many years my old bones can still move. When I After fully realizing this, I really can’t let go when I look at the worrying current situation in the school and the wizarding world..."

Looking at his old and tired face, Professor McGonagall moved her lips, and her stern expression softened slightly.

"So I want to do something for this world as much as I can before I leave." Dumbledore's eyes flickered slightly, revealing a trace of hope and expectation, "Can you understand, Minerva?"

"Then what did you do in those early years?" Professor McGonagall said with a straight face, but her tone softened, "If this is your consideration..."

At this time, there was a knocking sound outside the oak door. She glanced at Dumbledore, turned around and walked out. Before leaving, she said one last thing: "Don't worry too much. If there is anything you want me to do...you know, I will always stand by your side."

After saying that, she hurriedly opened the door, nodded to Snape outside, and quickly walked down the spiral escalator.

In the principal's room, Dumbledore silently stared at her back as she disappeared behind the door. He slowly sat up straight with a meaningful expression on his face.

"Ah, welcome, Severus." He turned his eyes to Snape, with a faint smile on his lips, "You haven't come here to see me for a long time."

Snape walked in with a sullen face, his cheek seemed to twitch. He stood in the middle of the principal's office, looking at the principal who had become energetic again from a distance, his eyes looking empty and indifferent: "How do you plan to deal with Bellatrix's problem?"

The principal blinked and smiled nonchalantly: "I don't think that has much to do with me."

"You know, she has her sights on Harry Potter! Even the castle of Hogwarts can't stop a wizard from assassinating him with all possible means." Snape's expression became even more gloomy, and his deep voice sounded With obvious annoyance.

"I know. But what does it have to do with me?" the principal said with a smile, "That is Harry's own business. No one is responsible for his life except himself, and the same is true for you, Severus. Si.”

"Are you really determined not to care about his life or death?" Snape stared at him with cold black eyes and said word by word: "You are training him."

"I don't deny this." Dumbledore said nonchalantly, "But apart from that, I will not give him any preferential treatment. If he can't even pass this test, he is not qualified to continue to be trained by me. .”

"Even if he is the hope of defeating the Dark Lord?" Snape stared at him aggressively.

"That's an interesting point, Severus." Dumbledore said slowly, with an interested expression on his face, "If you really believe that the prophecy will come true, then why are you worried at this time? What about Harry's life safety? According to the prophecy, he will definitely live until the moment of confrontation with Voldemort, right?"

Snape's face turned completely dark, he shook his sleeves, and planned to turn around and leave.

At this time, Dumbledore's words came slowly: "In fact, I think more highly of you than Harry Potter, Severus. Your talents are of greater use to me."

"How about this, if you are really obsessed with protecting Harry Potter, how about we make a deal?" His words were leisurely and confident, "You work for me, and I will help you protect Harry's safety."

Snape stared at him gloomily for a long time and said sarcastically: "I didn't expect when I became so popular."

"You are too arrogant to belittle yourself, Severus." Dumbledore sighed.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Snape said slowly, staring directly into the blue eyes under the half-moon glasses.

"Change the status quo of the wizarding world, change the situation of the world." The principal crossed his fingers on his chest and said with a smile, "Don't you think it's time for the Wizarding Secrecy to come to an end? You don't want to create a newer one with me? Good times?”

Snape's eyes moved slightly, and he said indifferently: "That has nothing to do with me."

"I will let the wizards stand upright under the sun and gain the glory and status they deserve..." the principal paused, "in a peaceful way."

"Come help me, Severus. I need you," he said softly, his eyes gentle and sincere.

Snape stood there silently, like an empty doll without a soul. After a long time, he said slowly: "If you can keep your promise."

"Of course, I will protect Harry Potter's life and safety." The smile on the principal's face deepened, "But, I will not keep an eye on him, nor will I care if he gets hurt. I will only Take action when his life is really in danger."

"Only by going through hardships and hardships can a hero truly be made, right?" he said.

Snape's lips twitched, he nodded casually, and then left quickly.

Dumbledore leaned back on the chair with a smile, continued to caress the black gemstone ring with his fingers, glanced to the right, and the smile on his face deepened.

After a while, the door of the principal's office was knocked again. Owen and Harry walked in from the door and sat skillfully on the chairs opposite the principal.

"Good evening, Mr. Dumbledore," Owen said politely. His eyes flickered slightly, and he noticed the floppy Sorting Hat on the shelf at the back, and a silver pendant hanging next to the Sorting Hat.

The shining silver pendant resembled a triangular eye, seeming to be peering at them quietly.

Owen knew what the sign meant. The outer triangle represents the Invisibility Cloak, the inner circle represents the Resurrection Stone, and the vertical line represents the Elder Wand. This is the symbol of the Deathly Hallows, and it is also the symbol of Grindelwald's allies.

The principal glanced at Owen with a smile, then nodded to the two of them, and chatted with them for a while like an amiable grandpa next door.

When the hands of the clock pointed to seven-fifteen, Dumbledore got to the point: "Your performance against Voldemort last semester did not disappoint me..."

Harry moved his body a little excitedly, but then his expression turned resentful. He thought of Dumbledore and Owen working together, taking all the credit on himself while he was unconscious.

Dumbledore glanced at him and continued: "You passed my test and perfectly solved the threat of Voldemort, allowing me to see your abilities."

Owen kept a decent smile and occasionally glanced at the pendant hanging there. Harry's face turned red and he felt very embarrassed. After all, it was Owen's idea that could solve Voldemort's diadem.

"I think it's time to take our lessons a step further," Dumbledore said slowly.

Owen curled his lips slightly. He didn't want to go any further, always feeling that it would get more and more frustrating.

Harry was very happy and looked at the old man in front of him expectantly.

Dumbledore looked at them for a while with his wise and sharp eyes, and then asked: "What do you think of the wizarding world today?"

Owen narrowed his eyes. This familiar question they had already exchanged last semester made him understand that this was not a question for him, so he lowered his eyes silently.

Harry was stunned for a moment, feeling that the wizarding world was pretty good. He frowned and thought about it, planning to wait for Owen to answer first.

Seeing that no one answered for a long time, the principal looked at Harry and said, "Harry, you speak first."

"Uh... that's good..." Seeing the principal's dissatisfied look, Harry quickly started thinking and stuttered, "I think it's a bit bad that some wizards still insist on pure blood theory... …” ˆ ˆ “Then what do you think?” Dumbledore waved his hand, and a teapot and three teacups appeared out of thin air on the table. The teapot jumped and filled the teacup with hot tea.

Three tea cups flew lightly in front of everyone, steaming with steam, and the aroma of black tea instantly filled the entire room, making people feel comfortable.

Harry turned the tea cup in front of him and said nervously: "I think everyone is the same, isn't it? Whether they are pure-blood wizards or Muggle-born wizards, they should be equal and should not hug each other. Have Stereotype……"

"Yes, all wizards are the force that we should unite...The number of wizards is too rare, and they are not worth mentioning compared to Muggles." Dumbledore sighed, "Everyone is a precious force ."

"Then what do you think caused the popularity of pure blood theory?" He then continued to ask.

Harry immediately remembered what Owen had said to him, as well as the various modern history books he had read before. Having thought about this issue, his words became much smoother: "Because many pure-blood families can't let go." The glory of the past, coupled with the existence of the Wizarding Secrecy Act, has made many wizards more xenophobic, and their dissatisfaction with the Secrecy Act has also intensified many people's resentment towards Muggles..."

"That's why some wizards still insist on the theory of pure blood, but there are only a handful of people left." He said, looking at Dumbledore eagerly, not knowing whether he was satisfied with his answer.

"So, what do you think of the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy?" The principal crossed his fingers and stared at him quietly.

Harry was stunned for a moment, and said in confusion: "I don't know, sir. I think it might be a bit out of place, but I don't know what would be good..."

Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully, looked at Owen and said, "Owen, what do you think of the Wizarding Statute of Secrecy? I want to hear your true thoughts."

Owen blinked slightly and said solemnly: "As the Muggle hunt for wizards intensified, many wizard children, wizards and even Muggles were caught and burned, which prompted the introduction of the International Wizarding Secrecy Act."

“It originally appeared to protect wizards from being hunted by Muggles, but today, it has also restricted our thinking, causing many people to remain complacent, immersed in the glory of the past, and unwilling to open their eyes to the outside world. "

"The Muggle world has developed rapidly over the years, and they have even had the power to destroy the world. However, the huge wizarding world is lifeless. The Ministry of Magic only wants to maintain the status quo. Wizards are muddle along and do not want to make progress. Many wizards are still living A life of poverty. The exploration and development of magic is becoming more and more stagnant..."

"Not only that, many problems in modern times come from this." Owen pursed his lips, "Wizards have been locked up in the wizarding world for too long. This lifeless wizarding world is like a prison. Even though it is not small, it is really Restricting the freedom of wizards."

"Hiding in the small wizarding world, carefully avoiding being discovered by Muggles... He obviously has strong personal power, but he has to be forced to hide." Owen narrowed his eyes, "Too many people are getting more and more... Dissatisfied with the Wizarding Secrecy Act and wanting to stand on the world stage openly..."

"So, many years ago, Grindelwald..." He glanced at the smiling old man opposite, "He shouted the slogan of wizard supremacy, and wanted to lead wizards to break the shackles of the Law of Secrecy and let powerful and wise wizards rule the entire world. The world, including Muggles. He received the support of a large number of wizards and his power swept the world."

"But obviously, he failed in the end." Owen said expressionlessly, "Dumbledore defeated him."

The principal still listened with a smile on his face, his expression unchanged.

"This dissatisfaction was not alleviated, but was suppressed by violence." Owen continued, "As a result, the dissatisfaction with the secrecy law turned into resentment against Muggles, and the pure-blood theory began to flourish and develop like never before."

"Then, Voldemort appeared, easily gaining support from many wizards, and once again brought fear and killing to the wizarding world."

"Even if he was defeated..." Owen glanced at Harry from the corner of his eye, "But the dissatisfaction with the Secrecy Act has never died out, and the conflict between wizards and Muggles has become increasingly acute."

"Perhaps wizards can continue to hide in the wizarding world, and Muggles will not be able to discover us for a long time... However, this does not solve any problem."

"Perhaps, the next Dark Lord will appear and lead those who are dissatisfied with the status quo to resist him." Owen raised the corner of his mouth and smiled with unknown meaning, "When someone succeeds, he will not He is not the Dark Lord, but the...changer who leads the wizarding world to the dawn."

"This is the spirit of resistance rooted in the blood of intelligent races. The more oppressive it is, the more violent it will explode." Owen tilted his head and looked at the principal opposite, sighed softly, picked up the tea cup in front of him and took a sip.

Harry listened blankly, and Owen's words shocked his heart. He never thought that the Wizarding Statute of Secrecy would cause so many problems.

"You said it very well, Owen." Dumbledore said with appreciation, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"Then how to solve it? Break the law of secrecy?" Harry asked in confusion, "But can wizards and Muggles really live in peace?" When he thought of Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon's attitude towards wizards, he felt confused. A moment of despair.

"Do you want wizards and Muggles to coexist peacefully, Harry?" Dumbledore asked gently.

"Yes!" Harry nodded and said very seriously, his emerald green eyes were clear and sincere, like a pool of turquoise lake water without any pollution.

"Living in this world harmoniously and equally with each other?" Dumbledore's expression became more kind.

Harry nodded again without thinking.

"Ah, this is exactly what I have been working on, Harry." Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and smiled quickly, his right thumb slowly touched the ring on his index finger, and said in a sonorous voice: "I will wake up The sleeping soul of the wizard will break the status quo of this stagnant water and let the wizarding world regain the glory of magic!"

"I will cut off the shackles that are tied to us, lead the wizards towards freedom and light, and let the wizards get their due status and glory!"

"I will create a new and glorious era in a peaceful and benevolent way, an era where wizards and Muggles coexist harmoniously!"

"This is a battle for freedom, justice and peace!" His eyes were so bright that they seemed to look into the depths of people's souls. "In this battle without gunpowder smoke, are you willing to help me?"

Harry's blood boiled when he heard it, and his eyes shone brightly. He looked at the other person breathlessly, and whispered eagerly but hesitantly: "Can I help, sir?"

"Of course, I am old. I need an excellent successor to inherit my will and lead the wizarding world unswervingly in that direction." Dumbledore looked straight into his eyes and glanced again Owen, "And you have proven to me that you have the qualifications."

"So, are you willing to inherit my will?" He asked again, his expression solemn and solemn.

"I do!" Harry felt like his whole body was on fire. He felt that he was about to participate in something great.

"It's my pleasure, sir." Owen pursed his lips and said with interest. He was really curious about what the other party was going to do, and could Grindelwald really change his temper?

He glanced at Harry who was so excited that he could hardly sit still, thinking that this guy was really good at brainwashing and inciting people.

The principal raised the corners of his mouth, clapped his hands gently, and said slowly: "Then, starting from today, I will teach you some more in-depth knowledge. Don't let me down, Harry."

Harry calmed down immediately and responded with great pressure.

"But before that, you must first deal with the crisis you are facing." Dumbledore poured another basin of cold water, and then pulled out a silver cloak that was as bright as running water from under the table.

He stretched out his hand and stroked it gently, then pushed it in front of Harry with an inexplicable expression, and said softly: "Take this invisibility cloak back and make good use of it."

Harry quickly took it, happy that the Invisibility Cloak left by his father was finally back in his hands.

Owen raised his eyebrows in slight surprise. Mr. Principal, are you returning the Deathly Hallows? Has the secret been discovered, or has nothing been discovered?

He thought for a while, rolled his eyes slyly, and suddenly entered the space facing the wall, copied the three Deathly Hallows in front of him into the space, and then quickly returned to reality.

"Three connection points have been consumed. It seems that the Deathly Hallows does have some special characteristics." He thought.

"Owen, I want to give you a task." At this time, the principal's words came slowly, "Try to protect Harry's safety, okay?"

Owen suddenly raised his head and looked into the other person's sharp blue eyes.

"That's not necessary, sir!" Harry said quickly. He didn't want to trouble Owen with his own affairs, especially if it was such a dangerous matter.

"I thought you were friends. Shouldn't friends help each other?" Mr. Principal said slowly, his expression seemed casual, but there was an unquestionable air.

Owen stared at him with a calm expression for a while, then suddenly broke into a bright and beautiful smile, and said in a light and sweet voice: "You are right, Mr. Principal."

The principal said to Harry without changing his expression: "You should leave first, Harry. I still have something to explain to Owen."

Harry looked at the two of them curiously, put the Invisibility Cloak in his pocket and walked out of the principal's office. (End of chapter)