A broken Hogwarts

The ornate oak door opened and closed quietly, and the principal's room fell silent for a moment, leaving only the subtle sounds of the strange silverware.

Owen sat on the chair with a dignified posture, squinting his eyes slightly unhappily and silently sizing up the old man opposite him.

"Ask me to protect Harry... This is not something you would say, sir." After a moment, he spoke first, with an innocent expression filled with surprise. Didn't we agree that the young eagle should go through the storm by itself?

The principal crossed his hands on the table, showed a subtle smile when he heard this, and said unhurriedly: "Ah, Severus just came to me and made a deal. He hopes that I will protect Harry's safety." .”

"So you just gave me this task?" Owen raised his eyebrows angrily and amusedly. Can this matter be subcontracted at different levels?

"I think you are the most suitable candidate." The principal half-closed his eyelids and said in a calm tone, "As Harry's friend, you are the most suitable and capable of being by his side to protect him."

"What's more, I know you have a time turner. Although that gadget has great limitations, it is perfect for managing time." He said slowly.

Owen maintained his good demeanor and said politely: "Sir, don't you think that I should be of greater use than being a bodyguard?"

"I have no doubt about this, Owen." Mr. Principal suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were blue and bright, "But if you can't even complete this task, how can you let me trust you with more important things?" Woolen cloth?"

"And you can choose another way to complete this task, such as solving the threat from the source." He said slowly.

That's easy to say, but you should find them out and let me kill them for you... Owen muttered lively in his heart, and after thinking about it for a while, he said truthfully: "Actually, I am in trouble now, sir. I Being targeted by a powerful organization, I may face their assassination at any time, and sometimes I cannot protect myself."

"Oh? What organization?" the principal asked with interest.

"The Death Society, have you heard of this name?" Owen said softly.

"No." The principal shook his head slightly and waited for his explanation with great interest.

"I don't know much about this organization. I only know that it is a mysterious organization with a sphere of influence all over Europe. It has been dedicated to exploring the mystery of death..." Owen said calmly.

"Death..." The principal touched the ring on his finger and sighed inexplicably. He quickly put away his unpredictable expression, stared into Owen's eyes and said, "Then let me see what you are capable of, Owen."

It seems that this trouble can't be ignored, Harry is indeed a scammer... Owen resisted the urge to roll his eyes and nodded in agreement, which should be regarded as a reward for Mr. Principal's all-out efforts to answer his questions.

"I don't know what you want to explain to me, sir, by asking me to stay?" He changed his sitting posture slightly, clasped his hands together, and lightly moved on to the previous topic.

The principal turned to look at the pendant hanging next to the sorting hat, and said with a smile: "You seem to be interested in it since you entered the door?"

"Indeed. I'm surprised you would hang it up here, sir," Owen said meaningfully.

"If it's just a symbol, it's nothing. Although this was once the symbol used by me and my allies, it is also an ancient rune that represents the Deathly Hallows." The principal said casually, and then revealed a strange look. Smile, "As long as the special nature of this pendant is not discovered by others..."

He turned to look at Owen and said in a calm and powerful voice: "This pendant can be used to summon my former allies. If that person is capable enough, he can even use it to summon those who are still willing to answer the call, because This pendant represents who I am.”

Owen blinked, feeling instantly more alert. He kept a perfect smile and said softly: "I remember, sir, you once made an unbreakable vow with Dumbledore to never summon your followers again?"

"Yes, it is true." The principal nodded, looking down at his intertwined hands, "So it is no longer useful to me... I hang it here just as a souvenir."

"Of course, once someone steals it from the principal's office, things will become very troublesome." He spread his hands with a half-smile, "But I think no one can steal anything from me, right?" wrong?"

The corner of Owen's mouth twitched, and he nodded without saying anything: "That's right, sir."

You are just waiting for someone to steal it!

No, since Grindelwald clearly told me the special characteristics of this pendant, then I am the candidate to steal it? Or one of the candidates?

Owen frowned slightly, becoming more and more confused about the person on the other side. Isn't he afraid that after he convenes the Wu Cui Party and takes control of this force, he will lose control and ruin his affairs, or even rebel against him?

Since Grindelwald has made an unbreakable oath, he will never interfere in the management of the Wiccan Party, not even by supporting a puppet to indirectly control it! An Unbreakable Vow is never something that can be easily bypassed.

In other words, he can only completely entrust his former party members to another person, and he must not interfere.

Owen looked at the old man opposite him and wondered where the confidence came from. He felt that he could make others continue to act according to his will even after taking control of power.

"Sir, what exactly do you want to do?" Owen said softly, his voice as ethereal as a whisper in his sleep, "Do you really want to create a world where wizards and Muggles are harmonious and equal?"

Is this very inconsistent with Grindelwald's philosophy of wizard supremacy, or has the other party changed his ideals during the decades of imprisonment? But Irving feels that he is not someone who will change his mind easily.

After hearing Owen's question, the principal just asked: "Do you think it is possible for the two to live in peace?"

Owen shook his head and stroked the edge of the table with his fingers: "I find it difficult without external enemies."

"Yes, it's impossible for wizards and Muggles to coexist peacefully." The principal's half-closed eyes suddenly opened, and his pupils seemed to be burning with blazing flames. "Either they don't interfere with each other as they are now, or one party overrides the other." On top of the other side!”

He quickly stood up from his chair, paced behind his desk, and his tone became increasingly fierce: "But you understand, maintaining non-interference like now and continuing to seal the wizarding world with secrecy laws will be a slow death for us! It brought the development of the wizarding world to a standstill and turned it into a backwater, and today it has almost completely lagged behind the Muggle world."

"More and more wizards are becoming dissatisfied with the constraints of the Secrecy Law. The more repressed this thought is, the more violent the backlash will be. In the future, there will always be batches of wizards who want to break this cage and will compete with those who try to maintain it. The fierce conflicts between the conservatives of the status quo have caused the wizarding world to decline more and more in internal strife."

"Think about it, how much of our vitality was consumed by the two wizarding wars, and how many ancient wizarding families were completely wiped out?" His voice was lowered, but it seemed to be hiding a more violent storm, "The wizarding world is in There is internal friction, but the Muggle world is developing rapidly with each passing day, and their science is as miraculous and brilliant a power as magic."

"One day, when their technology reaches the level where they can discover the existence of the wizarding world, do you think Muggles will live in peace and cordiality with us?" His voice suddenly increased, "No! They can only use guns and cannons. Blast open the closed door of the wizarding world!"

Owen's eyes flickered, acknowledging that this scenario was very likely to happen. Of course, the premise is that Muggles can indeed master the technology to penetrate the secrets of the wizarding world.

The principal stopped in his tracks, with a sneer on his lips: "At that time, how much resistance can you expect from those muddle-headed wizards?" "Perhaps there will always be a group of elite wizards who can make the Muggles resist the temptation, so that they will not Do something more extreme, such as exterminating wizards or locking them in laboratories. But how many wizards are there who are skilled in magic and dare to raise their wands to fight?"

"At that time, wizards will inevitably become vassals of the Muggles, restricted and controlled by them. Perhaps even carrying a wand will require the permission of the Muggles..." His blue eyes were cold and empty, as if he saw the future through the void in front of him. corner of. Those desolate eyes were burning with gleaming fire, as if they were going to burn such a future to ashes.

"Therefore, we must cut off the shackles that bind us and overturn the law of secrecy that hangs over every wizard's head!" He said decisively.

Owen nodded politely. He knew he just had to listen now.

The principal began to walk back and forth again, with his wrinkled hands behind his back and his back straight: "But when wizards appear openly and openly in front of Muggles, do you think it is really possible for both parties to live in harmony?"

"Even if wizards are willing to coexist peacefully with Muggles, what will they think when Muggles find out that there is a group of people with magical powers?" He paused, and his expression became even colder, "Jealousy , fear, and greed!”

"Jealous that they will never have such magic power in their lives, fearful of wizards' power beyond understanding that can even control people's hearts, greedy of the magical power controlled by wizards!" He said coldly, "The more they understand wizards, the more they become They will feel afraid. Especially those high-ranking Muggles, how dare they remain indifferent to a group of people who can easily break into their bedroom and turn them into puppets with a spell?"

"Perhaps we can maintain the superficial peace at first, but as long as a small trigger, this fragile balance will be broken." The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, "After all, we cannot restrict the behavior of every wizard. We cannot It is guaranteed that there will not be some extreme, greedy or Muggle-hating wizards who will cast spells on Muggles. Similarly, there will be no shortage of people among Muggles who want to completely destroy wizards."

"When conflicts completely break out, even if the Muggles dare not openly target wizards like they did in the previous witch hunts, there will be countless ways to do anything secretly. The wizards who are threatened will also fight back. It is not ruled out that they will use more drastic measures on their own initiative, which will only intensify the conflict in the end."

"And what we have to admit is that wizards are never of the same mind. They all have their own ideas and demands. They are always just a mess." He suddenly gave a helpless and mocking smile, "There are some who are close to Muggles. There are also those who hate Muggles, and many wizards have a lot of grudges against each other... It only takes a little provocation, and wizards will fall into division and civil strife."

"At that time, the struggle between wizards and Muggles will be endless." He narrowed his eyes, "Once hatred is provoked, it will continue until one party is destroyed, or both parties pay a heavy price. "

The principal put a hand on the back of the chair, sat down opposite Owen again, and sighed softly: "I have also thought about establishing a country within a country, a utopia only for wizards that Muggles cannot set foot in. , making it a special country in this world.”

"But wizards do not exist independently from Muggles in this world. We need to absorb fresh blood from the Muggle world, and there will be no shortage of interactions with the Muggle world in various aspects..."

"As long as there is communication, it cannot stop the pervasive conspiracy. No matter how strong the fortress is, it will be breached from the inside." His long and thin fingers tapped on the table, and the black gemstone on the ring on his index finger shone eerily. , "If communication is cut off, how will it be different from now? It's just another cage."

"So, our only way out is to let wizards prevail over Muggles!" His eyes suddenly turned cold.

The sound of his words drifted away, and the spacious and beautiful circular room fell into silence again. The old principals in the picture frame had different expressions. They all opened their eyelids a crack and peered at them through the crack.

"That makes sense." Owen nodded seriously. Although what the other party said was only a possibility of future development.

In his opinion, the future is always unpredictable and full of unexpected surprises and shocks, and even the prophets may not be able to see clearly. It is the unknown future that keeps him fresh and energetic, and he always has enthusiastic expectations for tomorrow.

"So, sir, what do you want to do?" He turned to ask with an eager and excited face, his dark eyes flashing with burning light.

To be honest, Owen had reservations about letting wizards rule Muggles, and he was even less interested in such things. But now that he knew the attitude of the principal in front of him, he had to adopt an appropriate posture to prevent the person opposite him from suddenly falling out with him.

The principal looked at Owen's expression silently, his sharp eyes seeming to penetrate people's souls. After a long time, he nodded as if satisfied, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "If you want to know, try your best to become my successor."

"I will do my best, sir!" Owen said with such determination that even he almost believed it.

The principal stared at him deeply and said slowly: "Our conversation will not reach the third person's ears tonight, right?"

"I will keep it a secret, sir." Under the invisible pressure of his substantial gaze, the smile on Owen's face was perfect.

He then said with a strange expression: "But, sir, why did you say such things to Harry before?"

The principal looked blankly to the right and said calmly: "I'm not lying. Those who desire justice and fairness will naturally get the justice and peace they want, and those who are wise and ambitious will also get what they desire. status and glory.”

Seeing the other party's posture, Owen knew it was time to leave. He said: "Then I think it's time for me to take my leave, sir."

The principal closed his eyes slightly and said concisely: "The questions and answers every week are the same as before."

"Thank you very much, sir." Owen bowed gracefully and left in an unhurried pace.

When Owen's figure disappeared behind the oak door, the principal looked at the nothingness in front of him and said lazily: "What are you talking about now? You just need to watch..."

Then he stroked the Elder Wand again, frowning deeply, as if he had encountered a very puzzling problem.

"What secrets are hidden in the Deathly Hallows?" He whispered to himself in a very soft voice, "It seems like something is missing..."

His voice was drowned in the tiny rustling sounds that always lingered in the principal's office, like a distant sigh.

Owen walked down the spiral escalator, turned his head and looked at the ugly monster stone statue that blocked the principal's office door again, and took a deep breath.

He really didn't want to get involved in Grindelwald's affairs, which sounded like a lot of trouble.

But why is he inexplicably valued by Grindelwald now? Could it be that he usually overacts? But if you don’t act, what will happen if that guy turns against you?

"I feel like Grindelwald is also a huge pit." Owen fiddled with a coin between his fingers, and his brain was running rapidly like the most sophisticated machine. "No matter what, I have to take some initiative in front of him first. I can’t continue to let him treat me like a subordinate.”

The source of initiative is nothing more than strength, status, and influence. In terms of strength, Owen cannot beat Grindelwald, and it is difficult to catch up with him overnight; in terms of status, he is just an unknown student, far out of reach of the opponent; in terms of power, although the Shafiq family has some power, it is still far away. Not enough to see...

"Well, what should I do?" Owen said softly, but this time it was really troublesome.

Grindelwald became too incomprehensible when he took Dumbledore's place.

"What does Mr. Grindelwald like about me? Can't I change it?" Owen's cheeks bulged slightly, but he soon raised the corners of his mouth with interest, and his dark eyes flashed. A mysterious shimmer.

"However, it's also quite interesting. It's a lot of fun to fight with others." (End of Chapter)