A broken Hogwarts

In the wall-facing space with hazy white mist, the surroundings are always silent. In addition to the sound of Rabbit Muse chewing greens, Owen could even hear his own heartbeat.

He picked up the exquisite time turner hanging on the table, gently fiddled with the small golden hourglass with his slender fingers, and turned it in a circle.

For a moment, Owen seemed to feel the rapid change of time, but it was only fleeting. He blinked and looked around at the unchanged environment.

The surroundings are still filled with white mist, Muse is still nibbling on the green vegetable, the position pointed by the hands of the clock on the table has not changed at all, the second hand is still ticking forward, and there are not many people beside Irving. Come out with another self.

In wall space, the time turner seems to have completely lost its effect.

Owen didn't have the feeling of flying backwards at a high speed like going back in time. The clock on his hand told him that he was still at the original point in time and had not gone back to the past.

"It failed? Why?" Owen looked at the time converter in his hand with some doubts, and the delicate and shiny hourglass dangled on his fingertips. "Obviously the passage of time here is consistent with the outside world, which means that the space facing the wall is the same. There is a concept of time here..."

Thinking of this, his expression suddenly froze: "Wait, is there really a concept of time here?"

He suddenly looked at the crystal vase placed on the corner of the table. In the vase was a delicate white rose, with crystal dewdrops on the petals. Even though it was copied a long time ago, this flower still shows no signs of withering.

He stood up from the chair in a flash and dug into the cabinet next to him to find the herbs and potions he had copied before. Even if they are not properly kept, they still retain their full magic power and have not gradually lost their effectiveness over time.

"I ignored such an obvious thing." Owen scratched his hair, and then frowned, "But that's not right. If there really is no passage of time here, how could my experiment succeed? "

Especially when studying potions, many potions need to be brewed for a long time. If time has no meaning in this space, the potion materials mixed together should remain in their original state.

Owen picked up the small cat-head alarm clock on the table. The second hand on the dial was still ticking, which intuitively explained the passage of time to him.

"What factors caused the difference between the two?" Owen sat down in the armchair with his eyes open, staring blankly at the white roses on the table. A drop of pearly dew slowly slid down from the white petals and hit the green leaves with a "snap" sound.

"The rose...has started to change." Owen's expression instantly became focused, "Its time has started to move?"

His eyes lit up, and his night-like pupils seemed to be filled with thousands of stars.

"So, it's my thinking?" He bit his lip gently, and unknowingly fell into a wall-facing moment where inspiration burst out. "Wall-facing space, thinking space! That's it."

"I ignored the time of the rose before, instinctively thinking that anything copied into the wall space would remain the same, so it would always be like that. But after I realized that this was not normal, the time of the rose began to pass. !”

"Then, if I believe that the time of the clock should stand still..." Owen stared at the small cat-head alarm clock in front of him, giving himself psychological hints over and over again, telling himself that this space has no concept of time.

After a long time, when he was convinced of this, the second hand on the small alarm clock stopped with a "click" and stopped between the numbers six and seven.

"Successful!" Owen raised his head and looked around. Several instruments that puffed out smoke became silent, and several streams of colorful smoke solidified in the air; the rabbit Muse who was chewing green vegetables stopped in place, like a rabbit specimen; flying everywhere The little nightmare paused next to the bookshelf, like a white balloon hanging in the air...

"I myself am not affected." Owen glanced at his pale palms, "In other words, I am the anchor point of this space, the core here. My thinking affects everything around me, and the time here can Pretend it doesn’t exist.”

"The time converter is useless here. It can be completely understood that I exist in the past, present and future of this space at the same time. Time backtracking has no meaning here..."

"So, since there is no concept of time in the wall-facing space, can I affect the time of the objects around me?" Owen stared at the small alarm clock in his hand again, trying to speed up its time.

After staring intently for a while, Owen rubbed his dry eyes. The alarm clock in his hand showed no response: "Isn't this okay? No, maybe it's my problem. It's hard for me to grasp the feeling of time accelerating."

He picked up the time turner again and turned the small golden hourglass. The feeling of time changing rapidly made him feel dazed for a moment, and he vaguely grasped something in his heart.

He fiddled with the small hourglass again, again and again, savoring the feeling of time changing. Everything around him was frozen there, as strange and mysterious as if it had been frozen.

Not sure how much time had passed, Owen blinked and put down the small hourglass in his hand. Following a mysterious sense of time, I looked at the alarm clock next to me.

The second hand that was stuck there trembled slightly and moved forward one step with a "click". Immediately afterwards, its rotation speed gradually accelerated, from jumping one frame to one rapidly spinning in circles.

Soon, the minute hand also began to spin, and the hour hand began to rotate like the second hand, faster and faster. In the end, the three hands on the dial turned into spinning afterimages, making them completely invisible.

Owen withdrew his gaze with satisfaction. Everything around him was still frozen there without any change.

He turned his attention to the alarm clock again, and the rapidly rotating hands slowed down and gradually returned to their original state. Gradually, the second hand beat one tick at a time, but slowed down many times. It took more than ten breaths before it would turn with difficulty.

Owen closed his eyes and tried many more times with various things until he was completely familiar with the feeling and then stopped.

As he snapped his fingers, everything in the white mist space became vivid again. The hands of the alarm clock are ticking, the rabbit is chewing vegetables silently, and the nightmare is floating around like a balloon blown by the wind.

He chuckled again and raised his hand, and everything around him sped up. The muse's mouth moves rapidly, the nightmare moves around like it's leaking air, the hands of the alarm clock are spinning, and everything seems to have pressed the fast forward button.

"So, I can speed up or slow down the time of everything here by my own will." Owen stroked his chin with interest, his expression eager to try, "In other words, I can do something that takes a lot of time in the wall-facing space. I have studied and researched, such as brewing the elixir of fortune and so on." "Then, can I speed up my time?" He touched his face thoughtfully, his eyes shining brightly, "When my When time is as fast as the time of the environment, this means that my learning and thinking speed in the wall-facing space can be countless times faster than the outside world!"

He looked at his palms excitedly, concentrating on imagining speeding up the passage of time. A strange feeling invaded him, causing his body to sway slightly and seemed to become much lighter, but his thoughts were as heavy as if he were being pressed down by something.

Owen shook his head, endured the discomfort, frowned slightly and thought, "Did you fail?" He saw that the things around him were still changing rapidly.

"But..." He suddenly raised his eyebrows, put his right hand on his left chest, and felt his heart beating loudly. The heartbeat was as fast as the crackling raindrops during a rainstorm. No living thing could have such a fast heartbeat.

"No, my body's time has indeed sped up, but my thinking speed has not." Owen thought quickly, "It seems that my thinking is the real core here, and the body is just an accessory... That's right, I don't You can copy several bodies here and transfer them back and forth..."

Thinking of this, Owen returned the time to its original state somewhat unhappily. His sweet dream just now came to nothing.

"What other tricks can this kind of ability do?" He tossed the time turner again and again, his eyes faintly moving towards Tom's diary, "Maybe I can ask Tom a difficult question to make him think, and then speed up His speed, wait a second before asking him?"

"What a good idea." Owen smiled narrowly, his expression a little naughty.

He returned to reality and confirmed that the time outside had not passed too long, which was consistent with his thinking and perception, and then returned to the wall-facing space.

The rabbit that had been eating so energetically just now was already dead there.

Owen shook his head and ignored it. In fact, he has also studied many characteristics of the wall-facing space. For example, after he returns to reality, this space does not exist and time stops. When he comes back, everything will continue as it was the moment before he left.

He once asked Tom in the diary about this, and tried to suddenly return to reality while talking to him. However, Tom had no idea that Owen had left here, nor did he know that he was always in a state of death and life. He just felt that he would suddenly fall asleep sometimes, and he would always ask Owen pitifully what he had done to him.

Owen yawned and picked up the three Deathly Hallows copied from the principal's office.

During this time, he had researched it in every way he could think of, but couldn't find any clues. It sounds like a lie to say that you can become the master of Death by collecting three Deathly Hallows.

Owen picked up the Resurrection Stone ring and turned it deftly three times in his hands, imagining his deceased grandparents in his mind.

In fact, there was no dead person Owen wanted to see in his past life. Everyone he cares about in this life is alive and well, except for his grandparents who died when he was young, but Owen's feelings for them are indeed not deep.

In his last life, he grew up in an orphanage and had no feelings for his biological parents, whom he had never met. The few people he valued most were still alive and living well before his accident.

Although sometimes I suddenly feel a little nostalgic, Irving has always been free and easy. He already has a new life and a new life, and there is no need to worry about the acquaintances in his previous life. They are all living their lives well anyway.

Owen smiled and shook his head, watching two familiar figures appear beside him, smiling lovingly at him. They look young and energetic. Their bodies are not as real as living people, but they are much more real than ghosts.

Owen showed a relaxed and happy smile, chatted with the two for a while, and talked about his current life. When the two looked tired and wanted to leave, Owen waved his hand casually and turned the resurrection stone to let them disappear.

Then, he imagined a certain dark wizard he had killed. Soon, a figure in black robes appeared, sneered at him, and wanted to take Owen away in a few words.

Owen used instruments to observe and record the phantom of the deceased, and experimented with various magic spells on him, while replying with a few words in a joking manner. After the experiment was completed, he turned the resurrection stone and sent away the eyesore.

Until now, he still couldn't tell whether what was summoned by the Resurrection Stone was real or a false illusion formed by the impression of the dead in people's minds. But it turns out that most of the figures summoned by the Resurrection Stone want to take the living to the world of death, although they do not have any attack capabilities.

Owen put down the Resurrection Stone, picked up the Elder Wand, and used it to cast several spells. It does feel a little stronger than an ordinary wand, but its strength is limited, perhaps because he is not the recognized owner of the Elder Wand.

Immediately afterwards, he put on the invisibility cloak, put the Resurrection Stone ring on his finger, waved the Elder Wand and continued to chant the spell, but he didn't feel any difference.

"However, it does seem that there is some kind of energy hidden in it, but it cannot be elicited at all." Owen muttered, "It seems like something is missing..."

"Is there a key missing?"

He thought wildly, quickly copied several sets of the Deathly Hallows in his hand, then picked up one of the sets and walked into the laboratory area.

After destroying them into pieces through various magic spells, Owen observed the surrounding detection instruments and recorded the data displayed on them.

"There are indeed signs of energy dissipation, but there is no way to intercept it." He shook his head, opened his experimental diary and made a few notes on it: "The Deathly Hallows themselves are not indestructible. On the contrary, their strength is Similar to ordinary gemstone rings, wands and invisibility cloaks..."

After finishing his daily study of the Deathly Hallows, he took out a roll of parchment from the drawer and glanced at the flying spell recorded on it, with an expectant look on his face, like a child who had seen a novel toy.

After several exchanges with Grindelwald, Owen finally solved several key problems encountered in this spell and now has a complete grasp of the principles of this flying spell.

"It's finally time." He touched the rough and damaged edges of the parchment with his fingertips and sighed softly. (End of chapter)