A broken Hogwarts

Every time he thought about this flying spell, Owen would sigh that Voldemort, who invented this magic, was really a genius.

Wizards usually rely on broomsticks, flying carpets and other tools to fly in the sky, and few can fly on their own. It's not that wizards can't create spells to fly, it's that doing so is thankless.

In fact, just like magical animals, wizards' bodies are also quite resistant to spells. The more powerful the wizard is, the stronger this resistance is. Therefore, all kinds of magic spells aimed at wizards basically seek to burst out with powerful power in an instant, break the resistance of the wizard's body, and allow the spell to take effect on the wizard.

This is why levitating spells and flying spells basically cannot work on wizards and magical animals.

The principle of the flying spell is to cast a spell on the wizard to make the wizard fly. It can be compared to a levitating spell that works on the wizard. This is not difficult for a skilled wizard.

But the problem is that flying is not a momentary thing, but lasts for a period of time, which means that the wizard needs to continue to maintain the "floating spell" on his body without any slack. This is a very energy-consuming thing. The spell caster must concentrate on it, and he will soon tire. If he is not careful, he can easily go wrong and make himself fall from the sky.

What's more, flying must also take into account the issue of flexibility. It must be able to turn in time to avoid obstacles, and it must be able to freely adjust the flying height and speed... This requires more complex magic principles and is also a test for the wizard's control ability. .

The combination of the above factors means that the flying spell is destined to be a profound and difficult magic to master. It is also difficult to control, lacks flexibility, is very energy-consuming, and cannot last too long.

Compared with dangerous, tiring and difficult-to-control flying spells, smart wizards chose to apply flying spells to various items and invented flying broomsticks and other flying tools, making flying a simple and convenient thing. So the flying magic became useless, and few people got involved in this aspect.

Faced with this situation, Voldemort found another way. He transformed himself with dark magic, transforming himself into a form that could fly, just as the Animagus, a wizard of birds, could fly with ease.

I chose the black mist form because the mist is light and flexible, making it very easy to control. The characteristic of floating itself allows this form to consume very little, can continue to fly for a long time, can pass through narrow gaps, and is even immune to some physical attacks.

Because it is transformed by black magic, this form is destined to look a little evil.

In fact, Owen is confident that he can use this spell to create a corresponding white magic version. The transformed image will definitely look much better, but this is not necessary for him.

Owen also understands that the black mist form is not necessary, but changing the form will involve all aspects of this curse, and it will take a lot of extra time to improve, which is obviously not worth the gain.

Well, actually he really wants to become light, but the difficulty is beyond the limit...

Owen shook his head and stopped thinking. He carefully considered the details of the spell again, and then tried it carefully again and again in the space facing the wall.

No matter what, this spell is very profound and dangerous. A slight mistake will lead to horrific consequences, causing damage to oneself that will be difficult to heal in a lifetime.

After practicing again and again, Owen returned to reality with full confidence. He opened his somewhat empty eyes and looked at the soft light emitted by the desk lamp.

He was in his own secret base in the Room of Requirement, and the hands of the clock were pointing to half past eight in the evening.

Owen stretched his somewhat stiff limbs, stood up and entered the spell practice room next door, closing the particularly thick black iron door tightly.

"Let's get started..." Owen pointed his wand at the center of his eyebrows, and his eyes instantly became extremely deep, like a deep pool without light.

He opened his mouth slightly and spit out the transformation spell in a leisurely manner, the maliciousness rising in his heart providing an endless supply of motivation.

An icy cold feeling poured into the center of the eyebrows along the tip of the wand, and slowly spread, as if water mixed with ice was injected into the body, and there was a cold and sharp sting wherever it passed. feel.

Owen continued to recite the curse with a calm expression, his pupils filled with ominous black mist. The cold, stinging feeling spread throughout his body, quickly taking over his head and extending down his neck.

At the same time, a more terrifying feeling invaded. The head that had been invaded by the cold felt like it was melting, as if it had turned into an ice sculpture under the scorching sun. People couldn't help but want to raise their hands to confirm whether water was dripping out of it.

The brain that was occupied by the terrible melting feeling was not functioning properly, and even the muscles on his cheeks seemed to have become stiff. Owen's expression remained unchanged as he worked hard to move his numb lips, reciting the spell without any pause.

He was concentrating on spreading the cold feeling to every part of his body. This step is very important, and it requires a detailed understanding of the body structure. Once any part or organ is missed, he will be able to see them in bits and pieces with his own eyes after the transformation.

Time passed by, and Owen finally succeeded in extending the spell to his fingertips. He put down the wand that was placed between his eyebrows, his face was so pale that it was almost transparent. He felt like his body was like a balloon filled with ice water, and it seemed that it would explode into a puddle of water at the slightest sway.

He pursed his lips, mobilized his inner emotions, pointed the wand at his heart, and then inserted it fiercely. The chest suddenly dispersed into a black mist, spinning like the eye of a tornado.

Owen closed his eyes and tried his best to use his spirit and will to push the black fog eye to spread. At this point, there is no room for giving up halfway. If he fails to succeed, his body will undergo terrible changes and he may even die.

The vortex emanating from his chest grew larger and larger, gradually sucking in his entire torso, limbs and head. In the end, he completely disappeared, leaving only a vortex of black mist, like a black hole.

Subsequently, the rotation speed of the black mist vortex became slower and slower, and finally calmed down completely. The billowing black mist flew around in the empty room, flying from one end to the other, like thick ink dripping into clear water.

Owen is experiencing the world with a strange sense that he has never experienced before. His body is as light as the wind, and he flies effortlessly, as flexible and comfortable as birds in the sky and fish in the water; his eyes no longer have the limitation of viewing angles, and can see scenes in all directions; he is aware of the surroundings. The touch is hazy and unreal, indescribably wonderful.

Without wasting long, he recalled the feeling of being filled with cold water and imagined what he would look like. The black mist slowly gathered and condensed into an entity bit by bit.

Soon, Owen stood firmly on the ground again, and the cold feeling receded. He carefully checked his surroundings and confirmed that there were no changes, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, there are risks in this step, and there is a possibility that it will never change again. Fortunately, Owen is already very skilled.

The next time, he transformed again with great interest. Just as soon as the thought occurs, the body suddenly disperses, quickly and naturally.

He manipulated his body through the thin crack in the door and got into the next room, touching and feeling everything with great interest, with two completely different emotions of coldness and joy mixed in his heart.

After playing for a while, he returned to the original room and tried to cast the spell, but it was difficult to release the magic in this state. He tried to release the black devil guard again, and a colder and more ominous black mist separated from his body, condensing into an evil shadow, spinning lightly around him.

Owen playfully chased the black devil guard in mid-air for a while, and then tried to release the black flame he inherited during the magic fusion experiment last semester. To his surprise, the vigorous black flames swept through his black mist body in an instant, making him look like he had completely turned into a cluster of flames.

"Huh? Can it still be like this?" Owen was in a good mood, admiring his current form. The form of the black flame looks much better than the black mist. Although it still doesn't look like a good person, it is much more pleasing to the eye.

He returned to his physical form, eyes narrowed in contentment, like a well-fed cat. He didn't expect that black flame to bring him such a surprise.

He leaned against the wall lazily, looking down at the handful of flames burning on his fingertips. The black devil guard was flying lightly beside him, and from time to time he would brush the ends of his hair with the corner of his cloak, making him feel a little itchy.

In the following time, Owen entered the wall-facing space again and recorded all the details. Then, he was bored for a while, took out a notebook from the table and started reading.

The pieces of parchment piled beside the table were slightly messy due to his rummaging just now, revealing the beautiful handwriting written on them. On the top piece of paper, written in bold and correct font: Improvement of the Thunderbolt Explosion Curse.

The writing below is a bit random: The blasting spell can blast everything it comes into contact with, and can even trigger a series of big explosions, with considerable destructive power. To improve on the fact that it cannot break through the defense of the Iron Armor Curse, the purpose is to make it able to also act on the defense itself, causing the defensive barrier to explode together...

The content at the back was covered up by Tom's old diary. The second piece of paper only revealed a title: Research on the Soul Version of the Shattering Curse.

On the third sheet, the title was a slightly scrawled one word: Apparition. Next are several bolded directories, which are: research on the apparition of elves and teleportation of phoenixes; anti-apparition and anti-apparition spells; apparition tracking spells...

The last piece of paper records Owen's research on the Iron Armor Curse. Among them, the main research content is about "Passive Defense Armor Body Protection", with densely written words written around it. The words "Soul Edition Armor Protection" were circled in red pen, with a cross next to them, and a line of small words written: No progress yet.

There is a separate piece of paper on the other side of the pile of parchment, with prominently written on the top: The possibility of capturing souls with the Dark Guardian.

This is an idea that Owen came up with last semester. At that time, he used the Dark Guard to imprison Tom Riddle in the diary in his body, thus hiding the truth from Voldemort in the crown, and put on a good show in front of him.

However, the Dark Guard can only capture souls that are not strong enough like Little Tom, but there is nothing they can do about Voldemort who is currently floating in the black forest of Albania.

Owen thought about whether he could enhance the imprisonment ability of the Dark Guard. Once Voldemort wanted to possess him again, he could take the opportunity to catch Voldemort. It would be best to prepare a container and stuff the opponent into it...

Well, this will bring peace to the world.

Well, Grindelwald is still causing trouble, and there will be no peace...

Owen yawned, feeling a little sleepy. He closed the notebook in his hand with a snap. These were the notes Harry had recorded after peeking into part of Voldemort's memories last semester. Although most of the knowledge in it is incomplete, there are also many ideas that can inspire him.

As for the notebook that Dumbledore gave to Harry, although the knowledge in it was relatively comprehensive and systematic, it was tailor-made for Harry after all, and most of the spells involved were beyond the scope of Owen's use. The help is not as good as the book in his hand.

Owen put the notes in his hand back to their original places, rearranged the desktop, and then returned to reality, picked up his schoolbag and walked out of the Room of Requirement.

The corridor outside is dark and quiet, giving people a lifelong feeling of loneliness in the night. Owen missed Melete's soft and warm fur, and couldn't wait to go back and hug the cat and warm himself by the fire.

Just as he was about to leave the corridor, there was a sudden sound of footsteps behind him. Owen turned around and saw that Harry was walking out of the wall where the Room of Requirement was, and he raised his wand at him alertly.

"Owen?" Harry made a careful identification in the dim light, then breathed a sigh of relief and put down the wand in his hand. The sight of Owen just now reminded him of the horror movies he had seen on TV before, such as the vampires in the dark castle that sucked human blood, which made his heart beat wildly.

But looking at Owen's pale and delicate face half-dark in the candlelight, Harry inexplicably felt that this scene was also quite strange, and it was a little more coquettish.

While Harry was thinking wildly, Owen tilted his head, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and there was a hint of danger and confusion on his beautiful cheeks. He said in a voice as light as a whisper: "Why are you here?"

"I'm here to practice spells." Harry hurried over, "I originally wanted to come with you, but I haven't seen you since the end of Charms class in the afternoon..."

The two of them turned the corner of the corridor together, and Owen caught a glimpse of an orange-haired catnive walking slowly into the darkness.

"I just feel like there are a lot of cats and dogs in the castle recently." Harry followed Owen's gaze and said seriously.

Owen didn't want to talk to him. Running around the castle in the middle of the night increases the workload for the cats and cats.

"Speaking of which, is there any way to practice the Patronus Charm?" Harry babbled to himself, "I found that summoning a Patronus in normal times and summoning a Patronus in front of dementors are completely different difficulties. But I can't Run to the school gate and practice the Patronus Charm on the Dementors guarding there, right?"

"You can try." Owen joked, with a sly smile on his lips, "As long as you're not afraid of being taken as a provocation by them...ah, if they get interested, they might even give you a kiss."

Harry imagined what the dementors looked like, his stomach was churning and he said, "Stop talking!"

"If that doesn't work, you can find a Boggart." Owen said casually, tilting his face slightly, and heard Peeves' sharp laughter coming from the distance.

"Where should I find a Boggart..." Harry frowned and thought for a while, planning to ask Sirius if there was anything he could do tomorrow.

They took a shortcut to the first floor, and when they were about to enter the dungeon, a rush of footsteps came from the foyer, and then Sirius walked over quickly from there.

"Harry? Why are you here?" Sirius's clothes and hair were a little messy, his shoes and trouser legs were stained with mud and grass blades, he was holding a wand in his hand, and his brows were furrowed. After seeing Harry, he raised his eyebrows, his eyes shining in the dark.

"Ah, uh... I'm going to practice spells... with Owen." Harry felt guilty and spoke softer and softer. He remembered that Sirius and the professors had told him not to leave the common room at night, but he always wanted to seize the time to make more progress.

Owen glanced sideways at him, trying not to expose his lie.

Sirius gave Owen a friendly nod of his chin, his expression relaxing a little, but only a little. He knew that Owen was a reliable little wizard, but he was still an underage student after all.

"You must not run around during this period. I just found traces of Peter Pettigrew." He said gloomily.

"You went to catch him?" Harry raised his eyebrows. Seeing Sirius' disheveled appearance, how could he not understand what was going on.

Sirius nodded casually and said through gritted teeth: "He ran away. Turning into a mouse and drilling holes is his specialty."

"He escaped from Hogwarts?" Owen asked with interest.

"No. He went into the Forbidden Forest, beyond the range recorded on the map." Sirius lazily raised his left hand, holding a piece of parchment between his fingers. This was a new piece of parchment he made during the summer vacation. Marauder's Map, "The Forbidden Forest is too vast..."

Owen nodded. His Marauder's Map could only cover a small part of the Forbidden Forest.

"How did Peter Pettigrew get in? He was the only one?" Harry asked.

The corner of Sirius' mouth twitched: "He was the only one who entered Hogwarts along a secret passage. I know all the secret passages he knows, but I didn't block them before, but gave each secret passage After reciting the curse, I would know as long as someone passes through it...but he still escaped."

"Then we just need to block those secret passages, and he won't be able to escape!" Harry said excitedly.

"I'm about to do it, but don't hold out too much hope. Although Apparition is prohibited in Hogwarts, as long as he dares to make an illegal door key and is not afraid of losing his life, entering and exiting Hogwarts does not count. Difficult..." Sirius looked at the night outside a little absent-mindedly.

Shadows darker than the night were floating in the dark jungle, and the Dementors were searching the Forbidden Forest.

"Okay, go back quickly." He said with a straight face.

Owen and Harry looked at each other and followed the stairs into the cold and damp dungeon. (End of chapter)