A broken Hogwarts

The sun seemed to be setting particularly quickly today. By the time Harry realized this, the sky had turned into a grayish blue-black, and the fire clouds in the west made a small area of ​​the sky red.

The lights were already on in the distant castle, and orange light shone from the windows, shrouding the dark and towering ancient castle in a soft halo.

The woods in front of us are getting darker and darker, and the trees with branches stretched out randomly are like pairs of dry giant claws extending from the earth. The shadows are piled up in the darkness, desperately trying to grasp the sky.

Harry couldn't help but tighten his robe, feeling a little cold. He sensed Nagini's position and found that it was still some distance away.

"...the dementors spent the whole night in the Forbidden Forest, and some of them were always hanging around outside my house." Hagrid had already started talking, talking eloquently, "That feeling... you Never want to experience it."

"The animals in the Forbidden Forest are frightened. Although Dementors don't target animals very much, there is a tribe of centaurs in the Forbidden Forest. They are affected by Dementors just like us." Hagrid said, waving his big hand, " After those dementors left, the centaurs began to protest against me..."

Before he could finish his words, a small white image flew over as nimbly and swiftly as lightning, startling the two of them. Harry quickly grabbed the wand and invisibility cloak in his pocket, and Hagrid also grabbed the broken umbrella.

When Harry took a closer look, he realized that what appeared in front of him was a cat with silver-white hair. Its body is covered with beautiful dark brown spots, and its golden eyes reflect the firelight of the sunset, like shining cat's eye stones.

Harry relaxed slightly.

"A cat nugget? Why is this little guy here?" Hagrid raised his hand and touched the back of his head.

The cat nives jumped out of the bushes and rushed to them in two or two steps. He raised his head and screamed "meow" at them urgently, and paced back and forth restlessly at Harry's feet. It stared warily into the woods with its eyes wide open. The hair on its body exploded and the whole cat became fluffy.

"Wait, something's wrong!" Harry's expression became serious again. Because of Owen, he knows the cats very well and understands that they are very good at sensing malice and danger. He glanced into the dark woods and pulled his wand out of his pocket.

"Let's get out of here first." Hagrid also darkened his face and stretched out a big hand to grab Harry's arm. The catnives also bit Harry's trouser legs with their white fangs, trying to drag him back.

Harry nodded and retreated away from the Forbidden Forest, but his eyes were fixed on the dark jungle. He even half-hoped that Peter Pettigrew would rush out to fight with them now. Maybe he and Hagrid could take the opportunity to catch him, lest that guy would always hide in the dark and stare at him.

At this time, the big hunting dog Yaya also became restless. It stared intently at the dark gap between the tree trunks, wrinkled its nose, and let out a low growl. His body was kept low, as if he wanted to pounce out at any moment.

"No, Fang!" Hagrid grabbed the collar behind Fang's neck and pulled it back.

Harry turned his ears and heard the rustling sounds coming from the woods. The sound was getting closer and louder, as if a group of huge monsters were running towards this side, accompanied by a noisy clicking sound that made people's ears a little irritated.

The speed of their approach was unexpectedly fast. Before the two of them had retreated far, the voices were approaching the edge of the Forbidden Forest and would soon break through the last barrier of the Forbidden Forest.

"Huh? Is this voice...Aragog?" Hagrid tentatively asked towards the forest.

The clicking sound from the darkness became louder, and a pair of large shiny black claws poked out from among the lush branches, followed by several long furry legs. Eight shining points lit up in the shadows, and then more large claws appeared behind those long black legs.

By the time Harry realized that the eight bright spots were actually eyes, more bright spots had already densely packed the originally dark shade. These eyes stared at them unscrupulously, and the big spider running at the front had completely appeared on the grass outside the woods.

"Acromantula..." Harry recognized these big spiders. Last year, Owen secretly caught a few Acromantulas and fed them to the Basilisk in the secret room. But now when he faced a group of lively acromantula, the sense of oppression and danger coming towards him made him feel as if his chest was frozen, and he felt deep disgust and fear in his heart.

He admitted that since he was almost bitten by a poisonous spider, he had a subtle psychological shadow towards spiders.

"Hagrid?" Harry raised his wand and pointed it at the group of giant spiders charging toward them menacingly, gasping and shouting. He knew that Hagrid seemed to be very familiar with these Acromantulas.

"Stop! What are you doing? You shouldn't leave the Forbidden Forest!" Hagrid shouted, waving his arms, trying to drive them back. His voice rumbled, startling the birds in the forest.

"Eat! Eat!"

"Hunting! So hungry, so hungry..."

"Human! Delicious human flesh!"

"Kill! Kill them! Kill...eat..."

The Acromantulas didn't pause at all, moving their long legs quickly towards them. Their huge size made them look like rampaging cars. They clicked and fiddled with the big black claws in front of them, and spoke wildly from their mouths.

"Stop! Go back! You are not allowed to eat people!" Hagrid's high voice even drowned out the noise of the spiders, and then he was drowned by a large group of spiders.

"Collapse!" Harry finally began to cast the spell. A beam of red light accurately hit the head of an Acromantula, causing it to curl up with eight long legs and fall to the side. Then it was overwhelmed by the swarm of spiders.

"Hagrid, they're not in the right state!" Harry shouted at Hagrid as he fired spells in a hurry. This group of giant spiders clamoring for human-eating seemed to have completely lost their minds and could only focus on attacking them by waving their large claws randomly.

Harry rolled around awkwardly on the grass, avoiding a pair of weirdly long spider legs, and took the opportunity to shoot a big spider in its soft abdomen, but the surroundings were already full of spiders.

The cat next to him ran away early, turning into a white line on the black-green grass, and quickly ran towards the castle.

Hagrid exposed most of his body among the spiders, and giant spiders were climbing on him one after another. He waved his hands to grab the long legs of each Acromantula and threw them far away. The spider's huge black claws could not cause any harm to him at all.

The big hunting dog Yaya ran toward the hut with its tail between its legs, but before running far, it was lifted up by its hind legs by an Acromantula, which was curled up and howling miserably.

"Harry! Where are you?" Hagrid used his hands and feet to clean up the big spider in front of him, while striding towards Harry's position, and also saved the whimpering Fang. These large spiders did not pose any threat to him, they just blocked his sight. He called Harry's name anxiously, but the little Harry was completely overwhelmed by the spiders. He threw away an Acromantula that crawled onto his chest like a Frisbee, looked around, and strode towards the direction of the flash of the magic spell, knocking over one spider after another along the way.

Harry felt as if he was being swallowed by a tsunami, unable to distinguish any direction, surrounded by big, furry black legs and big, clicking claws. He maintained the iron armor spell on his body and fired spells one after another around him. Each hit could basically hit a big spider.

But there were too many Acromantulas, and he could only drift with them, seeming to be getting further and further away from Hagrid. Hagrid's shout came from far away, and he couldn't even tell which direction it came from amid the loud clicking sound.

"I'm here!" Harry was a little dizzy. He shouted between spells, but his voice couldn't travel far at all.

There was a dangerous whirring sound in his ears, and he pounced forward without any hesitation. A large claw grazed the skin of the back of his neck, and the cold wind stirred up by the sharp tip made his neck chill.

Harry broke out in a cold sweat, but he didn't even have time to be afraid. Another large pincer attacked him, so big that it could snap his neck. He rolled to the side, and his arms touched the bristly spider legs.

Before he could react, he was picked up by two spider legs and hung face down in the air. The wrist holding the wand was tightly clamped by a large claw. Then, he was carried through the dense long legs and dragged into the dark trees.

"I've caught someone! A fresh and delicious person!" the big spider that caught him screamed.

At the moment when he was completely submerged in the branches and leaves, Harry only caught a glimpse of Hagrid looking here with a frightened and angry face, waving the big umbrella in his hand and releasing sparks.

……

The four-poster bed transformed by the Room of Requirement was soft and warm. The fire was burning in the fireplace next to it, shrouding the surroundings in a soft orange warm light, and the air was toasty and warm.

Owen was immersed in sweet dreams, his pale lips were slightly pursed, and there was a faint smile on his lips.

A cluster of black flames burst into flames in the room, and Nyx's luxurious and elegant figure emerged from the fire, with long and elegant black-gold tail feathers reflecting the flickering light in the firelight.

It stuck its beautiful head through the curtain of the four-poster bed, tilted its head and looked at the sleeping Owen, its red eyes like the most beautiful rubies. It clicked its pointed beak open and closed, then came close to Owen's ear and let out a quick but still sweet cry.

Owen opened his eyes drowsily. Being disturbed from his sweet dream, he stared blankly at Nyx in a bad mood, his eyes filled with black mist. No matter how nice the sound is, once it becomes a wake-up call, it becomes hateful, especially when it wakes people up before they have had enough sleep.

Nyx smacked the bird's beak dissatisfied, squinted at him, and relayed what Melete had told it.

Owen suddenly woke up, and a sharp light shone in his dark eyes: "Melet got news from her brother, saying that Harry was attacked?"

Nyx lazily nodded his head and combed his feathers in a self-conscious way. He also waved his wings to suppress the upturned hair on Owen's head.

"Where are you? How's the situation?" Owen asked quickly, quickly climbed out of the bed, opened the curtain of the four-poster bed and jumped onto the carpet. His robe flew over lightly and stretched automatically around his body.

Nyx gave a small cry.

"At the edge of the Forbidden Forest? What was he doing there at this time..." Owen put on his clothes and muttered angrily, "I wonder what kind of attack it was? That's right..."

Melete was able to ask her brothers and sisters to take turns protecting Harry, relying on the cats' naturally extremely keen perception. They are sibling from the same mother and have a very close relationship. They can vaguely sense each other's intense emotions from a certain distance. Relying on this sense, Melete could get the news in time, but it was only a very vague perception.

Owen patted his face and was about to grab Nyx's tail feathers and let him teleport him there, when he suddenly felt cold all over.

A sense of danger of being stared at by something made him feel like a ray on his back, and he instantly got goosebumps all over his body, as if he had been stared up and down by a naked and sharp gaze, but he couldn't feel the source of the gaze.

But this is the Room of Requirement, and the room you are currently in is a secret base that only belongs to Owen, and there shouldn't be anything else.

The cold and ominous black mist surged instantly, and the dark guard emerged from the side, circling aimlessly around Owen, and the cool corners of his clothes gently caressed his cheeks and hair tips from time to time.

Nyx tilted his head and stared blankly at Owen, hiding away from the black devil guard with his hair raised, his red eyes full of confusion. So, has Irving finally gone crazy? What should I do? Give him a slap?

Owen ignored Nyx's inner drama. He squeezed his wand quietly, his eyes narrowed to a slit, looking extremely cold and dangerous. The feeling of being stared at made his hair stand on end.

He looked around the small and medium-sized room. The layout of this room that was specially separated as a bedroom was similar to his bedroom in Shafiq Manor. There was a large black wardrobe next to the door, and two armchairs were placed on the soft carpet. One was placed next to the wardrobe. One was in front of the desk on the other side of the four-poster bed, and at the end of the room was a beautifully carved fireplace.

With the flickering light of the flame in the fireplace, Owen quickly discovered the anomaly in this room.

On the other side of the four-poster bed, next to the desk next to the fireplace, a dark shadow was reflected on the carpet. This shadow was particularly dark, as if it were painted with thick ink on the ground. It looked a bit abstract, and it could only be vaguely recognized as a huge four-legged beast.

Like a cow, like a bear, like a cat, like a dog...the outlines change vaguely like smoke.

But nothing in this room can reflect such a shadow, and the fireplace, which is the only light source in this room, cannot reflect a shadow in this position and angle.

"Nix, can't you see?" Owen said softly towards Phoenix, whose head was full of questions.

Nyx stared at him blankly, his bright red eyes full of suspicion.

Seeing Nyx's reaction, Owen no longer had to wait for it to answer.

The sudden appearance of a black shadow, the sense of danger that follows a shadow, the shadow like a dog, only you can see it...could it be a bad omen of death? Ominous?

Owen's expression changed, but now was not the time to think too much, because the shadow had completely changed from a changing shape to the shape of a giant dog. It began to stretch its limbs and slowly approached him. (End of chapter)