A broken Hogwarts

In the early morning of the next day, the light mist made the sun look a little cold and faint. Since entering October, the weather has become colder and colder, and the air is always filled with moist water vapor.

The auditorium was filled with the buzzing chatter of students. The little wizards were enjoying breakfast and whispering and laughing with their companions, adding youthful vitality to the place. Owls fluttered in and out through the open windows, dropping letters and packages around people, and tiny down feathers floated under the ceiling.

Owen listlessly put a spoonful of sugar into the cereal, held the bowl in both hands and drank slowly, missing his warm bed in his heart. He felt that the time turner could easily breed laziness in people. For example, he now had to work hard to resist the urge to go back in time and take a nap.

A gray-brown owl landed next to him, threw him a thick green envelope, cradled the back of his hand affectionately with its furry head, and jumped happily in front of his table, as if dancing. A comical mating dance.

Owen looked at the strange owl's confusing behavior with confusion and amusement, then opened the envelope and looked at the signature: Kurt Garnier.

Well, this guy's owl has the same virtues as his owner.

Owen casually unfolded the thick parchment paper contained in the envelope, which was filled with not very pretty but very serious words.

Kurt expressed his sincere greetings and remembrance of Irving in an eager and pious tone, and wrote down his main experiences and insights in the bookstore in detail.

From what he usually does, to writing about Natasha and Lupine, to going to the bookstore to buy some goods, Lupine asked for leave and went out on the night of the first month of last month, and Natasha sometimes secretly drank a little something. Wine... Finally, he described some weird customers in the bookstore.

Owen read the last few lines at a glance, and finally found the part that was not nonsense. Kurt told him that he met an acquaintance yesterday, who should have slipped through the net in the church battle that day.

"...Yesterday evening he entered the bookstore and pretended to flip through the books. I caught a glimpse of half of his face hidden under his hood. It was the face I had seen when I was imprisoned in the church. I have always been interested in people's facial contours and facial features. The shape is very sensitive, and the guy also has an obscure mole at the corner of his mouth.”

"I pretended not to recognize him. After he left, Natasha told me that man had been hanging around the bookstore these days."

"Miss Natasha has a very keen sense of smell. She said that that person has been wandering around in different places and wearing different clothes these days, but it cannot be hidden from her nose. I think that person should be spying on us... "

Kurt asked if he needed to do anything, indicating that he fully obeyed Irving's instructions, but the slightly more arrogant font still reflected his inner eagerness to try.

"Did the members of the Death Society show up again?" Owen tapped the table with his fingers. "Are they monitoring the situation in the bookstore, or are they fishing?"

He pondered for a while, then pulled out a piece of parchment and wrote in round and beautiful handwriting: "Don't act rashly, Kurt. Don't alert the enemy before you understand the other party's true purpose."

"Remember to remind Natasha that they should be more vigilant and just abandon the bookstore if necessary. Kurt, you can first find a way to determine the other party's purpose. If the other party is really just monitoring, I allow you to take appropriate actions and try Find out the organization's stronghold and movements. But you must protect your own safety, pay attention to concealment, and give up the action if necessary..."

Owen thought for a while, then added a few more sentences, responded to Kurt's greetings, and tactfully reminded him that there was no need to write so much nonsense next time.

He folded the parchment, stuffed it into the envelope, and handed it to the delighted owl.

The owl played coquettishly at him again for a while, then flapped its wings and flew away.

Owen continued to drink his cereal, mentally remembering the churros and tofu puffs, before he was interrupted by yet another owl.

He read the letter from Natasha, and there were familiar ugly handwriting on the parchment. In fact, he never quite understood why Natasha could still write such ugly and distinctive fonts after practicing calligraphy for so long.

"Did Lupine be lazy when he urged her to practice calligraphy?" Owen muttered to himself before reading the contents of the letter.

Natasha first talked about the monitor in her letter, and the rest was full of complaints about Kurt.

"...He acts like a little old man all day long, lifeless. He is usually reliable, but he just wants to learn black magic every day, saying that he wants to follow in your footsteps and learn the magic spells you master... Every time I say He was extremely well-behaved when he was with me, and turned his head and turned a deaf ear to my words. Where did you kidnap this stupid boy from? "

Owen coughed in amusement, but thinking about Kurt's actions, he always felt like he was leading a bad child...

He put a hand to his lips and thought deeply, then picked up a pen and wrote a reply. He first explained the situation about the monitor, and then suggested that Kurt should temporarily learn from Lupine, so that it would be less likely to grow crooked. As for just following Natasha's lead, he was afraid that Kurt would become stupid.

After handing the letter to the owl, Owen continued to drink his porridge. At this time, another owl flew towards him. Under Owen's wide-eyed gaze, the small owl timidly dropped a parchment envelope in front of Harry next to him, and then Fly away in a hurry.

Owen was satisfied and added another half spoonful of sugar to his cereal, while Harry on the side stared at the letter in front of him suspiciously.

"Who will deliver a letter to me at this time?" Harry squinted his eyes deeply and looked at the words "Hogwarts, Harry Potter" written on the envelope in a font he was not familiar with.

He hesitated for a moment, and suddenly became paranoid about being persecuted. He carefully poked the bulging envelope with the spoon in his hand, and said to Owen seriously: "I think... there is a conspiracy."

"I think you're overthinking it. This is just a letter." Draco said with some disgust. He glanced at the letter and moved his fingers, but in the end he didn't dare to take it.

Owen looked at Harry seriously for a while, with undisguised surprise in his dark eyes. This Harry is really not reckless.

He moved his eyes to the envelope, nodded in agreement, and said in a cowardly tone: "Don't touch things of unknown origin. This is common sense, because it may be a door key that will send you to a dangerous place. May contain a fatal curse..."

He said casually: "I have encountered such a thing, more than once."

"Then you are still alive?" Harry also looked at him in surprise, as if he was looking at a miracle of life or something.

"As long as you kill all the enemies, the dangerous area will no longer be dangerous." Owen said with a half-smile, and the curve of his mouth was slightly playful.

"Ah, you're awesome." Harry said perfunctorily with the corner of his mouth twitching. He knew Owen was talking too much.

He focused on the letter again. At a time when a mad woman was trying to kill him by any means, he couldn't help but be careless. He picked up another spoon and used the handle of the spoon awkwardly to open the wax seal on the envelope.

Owen chewed his fried egg and said slightly vaguely: "But this letter was sent by an owl. It is difficult for the messenger to accurately estimate the time when the letter will be delivered to you, so it should not be a door key..."

He watched Harry finally destroy the red wax seal, his eyes suddenly froze, and he felt a breath of dark magic from it. Having been immersed in the field of black magic for such a long time, he is very good at hiding his own black magic aura and is also very sensitive to it.

"Stop!" Owen said sternly. His wand instantly appeared in his hand.

Harry was stunned for a moment, seeing the envelope in front of him begin to expand rapidly, like a balloon being inflated with great force.

"Disappear." Owen waved his wand and used the disappearing spell without hesitation. The trembling and swelling letter disappeared as if it had been wiped out of thin air.

Seeing this scene, Draco suddenly stood up from his seat, moved to a farther position, and peeked here in shock, his gray eyes rolling around. Crabbe and Goyle were so surprised that they dropped the pies in their hands.

Daphne and her sister both stared at Harry with their bright blue eyes, looking at Harry in horror, like two ragdoll cats with exploded fur. Only Blaise was busy fixing his gadgets and didn't notice what was happening here.

Harry blinked blankly, and the spoon in his hand fell to the table with a clatter. He covered his face and groaned: "Is there really a problem?"

It was over, and he felt that his persecution paranoia would never get better. "Well, it probably contains some kind of black magic curse." Owen had a vague smile on his face, looking bright but dangerous. He said lazily to Harry: "Your caution has saved you, Harry. Very well, hold on."

The corners of Harry's eyes twitched. He felt that he could not survive his life.

"What happened? Harry?" Sirius' voice came from far away. He was squeezing towards this side, and Professor Snape followed reluctantly at a distance, staring at Sirius's back with hateful eyes, as if he wanted to pull out his wand and read to him at any moment. The Unforgivable Curse.

Harry put down the hand covering his face and said expressionlessly: "I just received a letter containing a curse..." He vaguely recounted the situation just now.

"Bellatrix! Peter Pettigrew! They deserve to die!" Sirius slammed his fist on the table and roared hoarsely.

"You also know that you can't touch things sent from outside the school. It seems that your brain is a little smarter than the troll." Snape's smooth voice came from afar. He stood seven or eight feet away from Sirius with a look of disgust on his face, as if the other person's surroundings were filled with invisible germs.

Harry forced a smile, knowing that this was already a great compliment from Professor Snape. According to the dean's usual words, all the students were wandering back and forth between having no brains and having troll brains.

Sirius didn't even look at Snape, completely pretending he didn't exist. Snape turned and walked away with a sullen face, his raised black robe making him look like a huge black bat.

Sirius frowned and warned: "Don't be alone recently, Harry. The dementors searched the Forbidden Forest all night last night and found no trace of Peter Pettigrew..."

"I think he won't dare to appear near the castle anymore, right?" Harry lowered his voice, "Don't you have that map?"

"I can't keep an eye on that map all the time, Harry." Sirius's brows tightened, and deep grooves appeared between his brows, "Besides, when I went to hunt down Peter Pettigrew last night, he had already noticed it. With the existence of the Marauder's Map, he will definitely take precautions in the future."

"When the target is on guard, the Marauder's Map is actually not difficult to decipher. All you need to do is recite a simple anti-tracking spell to yourself..." He shook his head, looking troubled.

Owen, who was listening, nodded. The Marauder's Map can play a big role at certain times because no one is usually on guard against it, and no one is always reciting anti-tracking spells to themselves when they have nothing to do. Once the enemy is prepared, most of the Marauder's Map will be useless.

"So... it's entirely possible that he sneaked into my dormitory while I was sleeping!" Harry said in a difficult tone. This feeling of not knowing when danger would come made him angry and powerless.

"Yes, yes..." Sirius said, "But there is no need to worry too much, we are discussing solutions. In fact, if the dementors are not sensitive to animals such as rats at all, we would all consider letting them They are standing guard in front of the castle gate."

"Oh, by the way, Peter Pettigrew is good at drilling holes..." He shrugged, waved his hand and walked away.

Harry breathed out heavily and said thoughtfully to Owen in a small voice: "I think I'll just sleep in the Room of Requirement wearing the Invisibility Cloak from now on."

Owen raised his eyebrows and gave a thumbs up: "You are such an elf, Harry."

The sun outside was getting brighter and brighter, and Harry was surrounded by a group of people asking questions. Owen slowly picked up a napkin and wiped his lips, thinking about Peter Pettigrew's behavior.

Sneaking into Hogwarts alone to assassinate Harry was not something Peter Pettigrew could do, and it was not in line with his timid character. Although he could do anything when he was angry, it was still unusual for him to break into the enemy camp alone at this time. He had no belief in avenging the Dark Lord.

"Is he threatened by Bellatrix? But won't he run away?" Owen suddenly raised the corner of his mouth playfully, "Maybe he is being controlled, anyway, the two of them are definitely not of the same mind... "

It’s hard to imagine how Bellatrix and Peter Pettigrew would get along. Instead of imagining that they could form a harmonious team and work closely together, it would be better to imagine that Voldemort decided to make his debut and become an idol.

"It was really wise to cast the Forgetting Charm on Peter Pettigrew last semester." At this time, Owen had to sigh. Before leaving Peter Pettigrew to Grindelwald, Owen made him forget everything he had done to him.

Wormtail now only remembers that he entered Hogwarts under the orders of the Dark Lord last year, looking for traces of the Sorcerer's Stone and dealing with Harry Potter. Later, he disguised himself as Lockhart and continued to assist the Dark Lord until Harry ruined the Dark Lord's affairs and his identity was discovered and arrested.

In the other person's memory, Owen was just a smart and studious little wizard. At most, he was Harry's friend, and he didn't leave much of an impression.

Thinking of this, Owen picked up his schoolbag and got up to go to class.

The current day is extremely long for Owen, and his biological clock, which treats every day as two days, has become very different from others.

After the last lesson on Care of Magical Creatures in the afternoon, he yawned and walked towards the castle as if sleepwalking, eager to go back in time and sleep in the Room of Requirement.

Harry lingered and said to Hagrid, who was gently arranging the group of assassins, "Hagrid, I want to see Nagini."

"It's in the Forbidden Forest." Hagrid shouted, "No! You have to go back to the castle quickly!"

"It'll be fine in a moment, I'll tell it something." Harry said quickly, "I'll call it from the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and it will come over soon..."

"Go back! Go back..." Hagrid waved his big hand like a cattail fan, shooing him away like flies, which made Harry a little worried that his small body would be flattened by a slap.

"Hagrid, I want to tell it about Peter Pettigrew!" Harry finally couldn't help but said, "It doesn't know that Peter Pettigrew will turn into a mouse. If I can tell Nagini this news, it might be able to help I'll find him!"

"I'll tell you!" Hagrid's black beetle-like eyes widened.

"Do you know Parseltongue?" Harry crossed his shoulders.

Hagrid was stunned, his mouth wide open under his messy black beard, as if he had turned into a stone sculpture in an instant.

"Okay, okay..." Finally, he muttered vaguely, "But you have to be by my side the whole time, you know?"

"Of course, I won't be reckless." Harry grinned.

He helped Hagrid get the gangsters into the nest, feeling a little embarrassed in his heart. Didn’t we agree to teach them about furry magical animals? Although the spiky guy is cute, it has nothing to do with being furry, right? Or is this how Hagrid understands Shaggy?

After the two of them settled the assassin together, they walked to the edge of the Forbidden Forest together. When passing by the hut, Hagrid whistled, and a cheerful barking sound came. His big hound Fang flew over, circled around Hagrid, threw Harry to the ground and licked him. s face.

"Okay, Fang..." Harry laughed because of the itch, and finally pushed it away from him.

Two figures, one large and one small, continued walking towards the Forbidden Forest, with Yaya running around at their feet.

In the increasingly dim light of the afternoon, the endless Forbidden Forest looked increasingly darker, like a dark and vicissitudes of giant beast, opening its bloody mouth at them. Hagrid's huge size became incomparable in comparison. Small.

The two stood at the edge of the woods, Hagrid looking around uneasily, clutching the broken pink umbrella tightly in his hand. Fang squatted majestically next to Hagrid, but Harry knew that this guy was very timid.

Harry felt the contract he had made with Nagini and called out to it in a hissing voice.

Feeling that Nagini was a little far away, he stroked Yaya's big head and chatted with Hagrid.

The sun hung slanting in the sky, and from a distance, the Hogwarts castle looked more like a towering giant tree. (End of chapter)