A broken Hogwarts

The surroundings seemed to become extremely cold, and the feeling of being watched had substance, like a sharp blade. As the shadow approached, Owen's alarm bells couldn't stop ringing.

A strange thing suddenly appeared in the Room of Requirement where he was supposed to be alone. It couldn't be a friendly visit.

This thought flashed through his mind, and Owen took two steps back, controlling the Black Demon Guard to pass by without hesitation.

The shadow of the top hat swooped towards the shadow, dragging its long flowing cloak. Under the black and white vision of the black devil guard, the ink color of the black shadow appeared particularly thick, like a black hole collapsed on the floor. It came to the black shadow lightly and quickly, and inserted its half-condensed body of black mist into the floor, but surprisingly did not find any target to attack.

The Black Demon Guard circled around the black shadow again, and the cold black mist probed the surrounding air, but could not find any invisible enemies.

The black dog shadow raised its head, seemed to look at the black devil guard curiously, and then raised a huge paw to fiddle with it.

Although its flat body imprinted on the carpet could not touch the shadow flying in mid-air, a corner of the black devil's guard cloak was torn apart silently, leaving ferocious claw marks on the section.

Owen hurriedly controlled the Black Demon Guard to stay away from that side. This was the first time he knew that there was something that the Dark Demon Guard could not attack but could in turn hurt it. Seeing that the damaged long cloak was wrapped in strands of black mist and quickly restored to its original state, Owen was slightly relieved, but at the same time he felt more solemn and curious.

It seemed like he had to concentrate on dealing with this thing. As for Harry... let him wish for his own luck.

At this time, the huge black shadow walked toward him again, with a graceful demeanor that seemed to be sure of victory. A large shadow covered it, as if a giant beast was slowly approaching its prey.

"Are shadows... afraid of light?" Owen stepped back steadily while waving his wand to emit a dazzling light.

The bright white light illuminated the room, and Nyx closed his eyes tightly, but the black shadow of the big dog remained there like the most stubborn stain. Under the contrast of the white light, The color is actually darker.

It only paused for a moment, and then continued to move steadily toward Owen, and the pressure on its face became more intense.

"It's not afraid of light..." Owen frowned, his mind racing with various thoughts, "It can attack the black devil guard with soul characteristics, which means that its methods can target souls. Could it be some kind of evil spirit?" spirit?"

Thinking like this, Owen coldly recited the stun spell that can attack the soul to the black shadow: "Collapse!"

The red beam of light hit the black shadow directly, but it only scorched a piece of carpet, and the black shadow was not affected in any way.

"Soul attacks can't hurt it?" Owen recited a life-killing spell without belief. The dazzling green light filled the entire room, but it had no effect except exploding a black hole in the place, and a burning smell permeated the surroundings.

"Is there really no solution? I can only run away?" Owen thought calmly.

He could have asked Nyx to teleport him directly and escape from here, but firstly, he didn't know whether the black shadow could chase him. After all, it suddenly appeared in the Room of Requirement. Secondly, he didn't know whether the black shadow could chase him. It will attack him again after a few days. If he can't solve it or find its weakness at this time, the black shadow's sudden attack without warning will only make him unable to defend against it.

"I still don't believe that there are things that even soul spells can't deal with." He watched the black shadow getting closer and closer to him with cold eyes. Owen's expression was calm and indifferent, and his black eyes were filled with inorganic indifference and emptiness. "The soul is the only thing that can't be dealt with." It is the most essential thing for countless creatures in the world.”

"Wait a minute, black shadow! Could it be that...this is not its true form?" A ray of light suddenly flashed in Owen's increasingly dark pupils.

He quickly scanned the small room, trying to find the weird thing that projected the black shadow, but still found nothing. He raised his left hand and snapped his fingers. A ring of black flames quickly spread out with him as the center, engulfing everything in the room in an instant.

He controlled the flames to burn everything in the room, trying to burn them together with the irrational things that might be hidden in some blind corner. The black flames burned blazingly, swallowing up everything and covering up the black shadow.

Owen stood in the raging flames, like a handsome god standing in the fire. The black flames devoured everything wantonly, but even the corners of his clothes were not burned.

Nyx flew onto his shoulder and scanned the surroundings vigilantly. It had learned of the danger from the telepathy transmitted by Owen.

Owen frowned, not feeling good about not being able to see the dark shadow in his eyes. He waved his hand lightly in the direction of the black shadow, and the flames suddenly separated to both sides, as if they had been split by a huge machete.

However, the black shadow is no longer there.

"Disappeared?" Owen quickly changed his position, his eyes rolled around in his eye sockets, and he scanned the surroundings carefully, "Did he leave, or was he hiding somewhere else?"

He didn't think he had solved that thing, because his fire didn't feel like it had burned something special.

After the flames scorched everything that could be burned, Owen pressed his left hand, and the flames in the sky were completely extinguished in an instant. The surroundings were filled with choking smoke, and some wreckage was burned red, flickering in and out of the darkness.

A strong sense of crisis came over again. Owen instantly lit up his wand and looked around quickly. Only then did he see the black shadow of the giant dog that had been quietly imprinted on the blackened wall at some point, looking towards Owen in the same way. The slender shadow reflected diagonally on the wall rushed forward.

The sharp giant claws were only a few inches away from Owen's deformed shadow, and almost touched the long and thin neck. At the same time, Owen felt a chill on his neck, as if he was being pressed against a sharp knife.

"Shadow?" Owen opened his eyes slightly in confusion, "You must not let it touch my shadow!" The alarm bell ringing in his heart told him that once his shadow is attacked by a black shadow, something very bad will happen. matter.

When the giant claw was about to approach, he twisted his waist and stepped aside with an extremely agile and flexible posture. His movements were so smooth and beautiful that it looked like he was performing a wonderful acrobatic performance.

Seeing the persistent pursuit of the black shadow, Owen narrowed his eyes and instantly dispersed, turning into billowing black flames and flying.

The light in the room disappeared in an instant, and the surroundings fell into darkness. The black flames that Owen transformed were hovering in mid-air, and his eyes observed everything in the darkness through the black devil guard's vision that was not afraid of darkness.

At this moment, he who transformed into black flame has no shadow.

He saw the shadow of the giant black dog stop on the wall, and seemed to lose its target all of a sudden. It twisted its head somewhat dazedly, turning around on the walls, floor, and ceiling.

"It can't find me? It really works..." Owen silently observed its movements, mentally evaluating the ability of this thing, "It seems that it can attack me through my shadow... So, can I What about attacking it through the shadow?"

He tried to quickly enter the wall-facing space, trying to see if he could copy the black shadow and study it, but he couldn't find the target.

"My guess is indeed right. Its body is not here." Owen thought after returning to reality. "Maybe it is far away, or maybe it is not a real physical thing at all, but some kind of curse." Performance?"

Just as he was thinking, the black shadow of the big dog stopped suddenly. It opened its huge mouth, revealing its sharp and slender fangs, and two red lights suddenly lit up where its eyes should be, like faint red flames.

Owen, who transformed into black flames, suddenly felt a malicious coldness invade his body, as if a huge vampire bat had bitten his neck, greedily sucking his life force from his blood vessels. But in just a moment, a blurry black shadow appeared behind him, opened its arms to somewhere, and then disappeared without a trace along with the coldness.

"Revenge of the Shadow? Curse?" Under the flying spell, Owen's mentality was cold and calm. He silently watched the black shadow of the big dog become dazed, and then it turned into little bits of smoke and disappeared.

"It wanted to curse me just now, but it was counterattacked by the Revenge of the Shadow." Owen thought lightly. Revenge of the Shadow is a dark magic that specializes in dealing with curses. It helped him resist Voldemort's curse last year.

"Sure enough..." After floating under the ceiling for a while, he transformed into a human again and landed on the ground, with a joking and cold smile on his lips, "There is nothing ominous, it's just man-made."

"So...will it be the Expulsion Society?" He played with his wand and swept away the thick smoke in the room, his eyes lowered.

The charred room around him was changing rapidly. The charred carpet and wallpaper quietly disappeared, and the new dark green carpet and brown-green wallpaper quickly spread out. An intact four-poster bed appeared in its original position, followed by a wardrobe, desk, armchair... The fireplace became as bright as before, and the firewood inside lit up a warm flame.

Owen took a breath of fresh air and glanced at his desk angrily. Several books previously placed on it were gone.

Fortunately, there were no precious items in this room. Except for the few books that had long been copied into the space facing the wall, only a few of his robes were burned.

"Tsk, that's really unpleasant." He pursed his lips tightly and looked at Nyx with his dark eyes, "Take me to find Harry, Nyx, I left him with you The curse tells me he's not dead yet..."

Nyx smacked his lips, feeling that Owen in this state was not easy to deal with. It grabbed Owen's shoulders with its claws and disappeared with him in a ball of black flames.

……

Harry was being held hostage by a spider and taken deep into the Forbidden Forest. The branches and leaves scratched his exposed cheeks and neck, causing burning pain. He knew that there must have been bloody cuts on his skin.

His right wrist, clamped by the claws, hurt as if it was broken. His right hand had almost lost all feeling, making it impossible for him to aim his wand at the Acromantula. Being carried upside down on his head and feet also made him feel dizzy.

Hagrid's voice could no longer be heard. He knew that Hagrid must be looking for him anxiously, but the Forbidden Forest near night was too dark and the trees were too dense.

Harry knew he had to find a way out of trouble. The Acromantula that caught him didn't know when it would stop to enjoy the food it had caught, and Peter Pettigrew didn't know if it would be ambushing nearby.

He tried to reach his wand with his left hand, but the big black pincers gripping his right wrist pulled his arm straight out. His waist was tightly clamped by two long hairy legs. This posture made him It's hard to get your own wand.

Harry gritted his teeth and tried his best to move the hand holding the wand, slowly loosening his stiff fingers, and the wand fell out of his hand.

But the wand did not fall to the ground. Instead, it made a half-circle in the air, hung next to his cheek, and swayed with him. With the faint light, you can vaguely see that the end of the wand is connected to a thin chain, and the delicate buckle at the end of the chain is hung on his robe.

Harry grasped the wand tightly with his left hand and couldn't help but thank Owen in his heart for giving him the chain link. This was a birthday gift he received this summer. The wand can be attached to his robe to prevent it from being accidentally lost or disarmed. Of course, according to Owen, a wizard with high magic power can break it with a disarming spell.

Harry squinted his eyes and stared at the Acromantula through the dense branches and leaves in front of him. He raised his wand and pointed it at its soft belly, and growled: "Swoon!"

The bright red light cut through the darkness in the Forbidden Forest, bringing a dawn called hope. The struck Acromantula curled up and fell onto the ground covered with branches and leaves. Harry was thrown off and rolled down a bushy slope.

Harry hissed and climbed up. He felt that his right wrist was really broken, and there were several bloody scars on his body. He glanced at his right wrist. The wound where it was caught by the spider's big black claws was so deep that the bone could be seen. It looked hideous and terrifying.

He gritted his teeth and recited a healing spell to himself, and the wound slowly stopped bleeding under the influence of the spell. But he was not yet proficient in the healing spell, so it was already his limit.

He limped two steps to the side, thinking about whether to send a spark into the sky to tell Hagrid his location. But doing so may also attract enemies.

He put his left hand into his pocket, intending to take out his invisibility cloak, but he suddenly heard a rustling sound coming from the jungle next to him. It didn't sound like the crawling sound of an Acromantula, because it didn't sound like the crawling sound of an Acromantula. It's not accompanied by that loud clack-clack sound.

More like the sound of human footsteps...

After realizing this, Harry followed his sudden hunch and rushed to the side without hesitation. A flash of red light passed right through where he had been standing, lighting up a flowering bush behind him.

Harry shot a stun spell with his backhand, but as he was not used to using his left hand, his aim was not accurate. With the light of the curse, he could clearly see the figure of the little man.

"Peter Pettigrew." He gritted his teeth, his eyes wandering around, and finally aimed at a thick tree to the side.

Peter Pettigrew stared at him, his clothes were disheveled, his body was covered with messy grass blades and dirt, and he looked extremely haggard.

"What a coincidence, isn't it, Harry?" Peter Pettigrew said in a sharp and urgent voice, and suddenly shot out a bright white beam again.

"Armor protection!" Harry blocked the blow as if he had expected it, and then rolled and hid behind the big tree accurately. He sensed Nagini's position, took out his invisibility cloak and put it on his body, and said to delay time: "Did you rush over to those Acromantulas?" "Yes, those big beasts have violent tempers, and it only takes a few A frenzy spell can make them attack all the living creatures in front of them crazily..." Peter Pettigrew gasped, with a sinister expression on his face, and fired a golden beam at the big tree that Harry used as a cover. Red flash.

The tree trunk struck by the spell exploded, flames shot into the sky, and billowing smoke covered the sky.

Although Harry recited the Iron Armor Curse in time, he was still thrown away by the shock wave of the explosion and rolled several times on the muddy ground full of fallen leaves. He held on to his invisibility cloak and successfully put it on himself.

After the deafening explosion disappeared, Peter Pettigrew's words were faintly heard: "...it just took me a lot of time to drive them away."

Harry endured the pain and got up and changed positions, suppressing his rapid breathing, hiding in the darkness and watching the other person silently. He felt that the identities of hunter and prey should be changed, and he wanted to take this opportunity to capture Peter Pettigrew!

"But how to prevent him from turning into a mouse and escaping?" Harry glanced around. There are grasses and shrubs everywhere, and thick fallen leaves are stacked on the ground. This environment is very conducive to a mouse hiding and escaping.

At this time, Peter Pettigrew had discovered that Harry was missing. He shouted "appearance in human form" and tried to find Harry's location. However, Harry's invisibility cloak was not broken by his revealing spell.

"Oh, I see, you are still wearing your father's invisibility cloak, Harry?" Peter Pettigrew became anxious. He listened carefully to the sounds around him, and glanced in the direction where Harry was kidnapped from time to time. He knew he didn't have much time; Hagrid would soon be chasing him.

He gasped for air and began to cast spells around him. Holes were blasted into the ground, fallen leaves and soil were flying everywhere, and the smell of burnt trees and rotting branches and leaves mixed together, filling the raised dust and sparks.

Harry carefully avoided the opponent's bombardment while whispering the Iron Armor Charm to himself. Seeing Peter Pettigrew's eyes starting to wander around, Harry suddenly understood that this guy wanted to escape.

He gritted his teeth, hid himself behind a small slope, swung his wand and shot a magic spell at the opponent, actively revealing his position.

The curse was blocked as expected. Peter Pettigrew quickly looked in the direction of the curse and waved his wand to blow up the slope.

Harry stepped back in embarrassment, but the ensuing obstacle spells hindered his movement, causing him to stumble and fall to the side, and his injured right wrist made a "click" sound.

He gritted his teeth and rolled around twice before narrowly dodging the subsequent attacks, and his face suddenly showed a hint of joy. He stared at Peter Pettigrew and tightened his fingers on the wand. For the first time, he felt that the Iron Armor Curse was so annoying.

"I must break his defense..." Harry slammed the hand holding the wand on the ground, pointed at the small man with all his strength, and deliberately shouted loudly: "Crush the bones!"

He remembered that Owen once commented on this curse in front of him: The Cruciatus Curse can not only be used to torture people, but it is also a very useful control spell in duels between wizards. It can easily penetrate the defense of the Iron Armor Curse, and the extreme pain caused in an instant can break the enemy's will, becoming the key to victory...

But Owen also told him that he was not malicious enough and it would be difficult to release a qualified Cruciatus Curse.

However, Harry felt that this was enough.

A beam of dim red light flew out from the tip of his wand. Even though he hated Peter Pettigrew deeply in his heart, the Cruciatus Curse released by Harry still seemed weak.

Hearing Harry's roar, Peter Pettigrew's watery little eyes widened in great surprise and fear. When he saw a beam of red light coming, he jumped to the side without thinking.

"Shattered to pieces!" The spell Harry really wanted to cast was hitting the opponent, but was deflected aside by the Iron Armor Curse, shattering a big tree, and the defensive spell on Peter Pettigrew was also lifted.

"Now, Nagini!" Harry hissed as Peter Pettigrew fell to the ground.

Without his orders, the big snake that had a connection with Harry suddenly jumped out from under the thick dead leaves, opened its big mouth and bit Peter Pettigrew fiercely.

Peter Pettigrew screamed and deflected with all his strength, but failed to completely avoid it. The big snake, which had been gathering momentum for a long time, bit his right calf fiercely, and then bent its powerful body to wrap around the opponent.

Harry's spell also followed, and with a piercing scream, Peter Pettigrew began to shrink rapidly. The suddenly shrunken body broke free from the snake's mouth, and also avoided Harry's curse. A mouse fell between the low shrubs and thick dead leaves, and was instantly out of sight.

"Catch him, Nagini!" Harry endured the pain everywhere in his body and rushed over, "Where is he hiding? Sweep it away with a whirlwind!"

The dead leaves on the ground were lifted up and flying all over the sky, but it was already too dark for him to see clearly.

But Nagini had already rushed in one direction. The injured Peter Pettigrew was bleeding, and he could smell the other person's scent.

Harry also chased after him, and the invisibility cloak on his body interfered with his movements, so he ripped it off and carried it behind him, like a stream of silvery water.

The rat's squeaking sound was getting closer and closer, and it suddenly turned a corner ahead. Harry chased after him, Nagini right next to him.

whoosh-

A shining silver arrow shot out from the forest and hit Nagini with great accuracy. The sharp arrow scratched sparks on the smooth and hard scales of the big snake, leaving a medium-deep wound.

"Hiss—" Nagini screamed in pain, curled up her body and glared in the direction of the arrow with her cold snake eyes.

"Nagini!" Harry exclaimed, raising his wand and pointing it in that direction, wondering if Bellatrix was there too?

Muffled footsteps came from the darkness, and a figure walked out of the darkness, looking at him with confusion and melancholy.

Harry froze. The figure in front of me is human from the waist up, with platinum hair and blue eyes, but the lower body is a silver-white horse body, and the beautiful silver mane is slightly shining.

"Centaurs?" Harry asked tentatively. He reluctantly glanced at the direction in which Peter Pettigrew escaped, and the trace of that guy had completely disappeared.

"You want to chant a spell on me?" The centaur just looked at him with sapphire eyes and said sadly. He held a bow and arrow in his hand, and it was obvious that he had shot the arrow just now.

"You shot Nagini." Harry said without letting down his guard.

"Sorry, are you talking about this python?" The centaur was stunned for a moment, "I saw it chasing you..."

After discovering the unusual harmonious relationship between one person and one snake, the horseman's expression became guilty and overwhelmed: "I'm sorry, I didn't know you two were together... Is it your friend?"

"Yes." Harry said a little annoyed. He breathed out heavily, recited a healing spell to Nagini, and comforted her for a while, before giving up the thought of attacking the centaur.

The centaur lowered his head and moved over, took out a piece of white medicinal material and handed it to him and said, "Put it on the wound. It will heal quickly. I'm sorry, I seem to have disturbed your important business?"

Harry thanked him somewhat stiffly, took the medicine and applied it to Nagini, then recited a fluorescent spell, carefully searched for the traces left by Peter Pettigrew, and successfully found a few blood stains on the dead leaves. point.

Nagini stared at the centaur coldly for a while, then suddenly jumped over and lingered in front of a pile of rocks not far away.

Harry chased after him and searched, and found a small hole left by an unknown creature in the crack of the stone. There were a few drops of blood dripping from the outside. It was obvious that Peter Pettigrew had crawled underground along the hole.

"He ran away again." Harry sat down beside him without any strength, and only then realized that his whole body ached.

Sensing his unwillingness and frustration, Nagini hissed at the surrounding snakes, asking them to crawl into the narrow hole to search for the whereabouts of Peter Pettigrew.

Harry waited here with his teeth bared, and his anger towards the centaurs had subsided quite a bit. Since there was a mouse hole hidden so close, he and Nagini probably wouldn't have been able to catch up even without the interruption from the centaur just now. What's more, the centaur's original intention was to save him, but he did bad things with good intentions.

The horseman beside him was pawing the soil on the ground helplessly, his young face looking even more melancholy. His eyes glanced at Harry from time to time, lingering especially long on the distinct and prominent scar on his forehead.

"Ahem, um, no matter what, thank you for your kindness." Harry coughed lightly and was the first to break the awkward silence.

"I'm sorry for ruining your business." The centaur said, "You are injured. Let me take you out of the Forbidden Forest. Can you ride a horse?"

"My name is Firenze," he added.

"I'm Harry Potter," Harry said.

"I know you are the boy from the Potter family." Firenze glanced at Harry's forehead again, and then stared deeply into Harry's emerald green eyes with his amazingly blue eyes, "I I can see that you are the brightest star in the starry sky of destiny."

Hearing what seemed like praise and flattery, Harry didn't know what to say, so he just nodded slightly stiffly.

A small spotted snake poked its head out of the hole and hissed at him and Nagini: "The mouse left through the exit on the other side, and we can't smell his scent anymore..."

Sure enough, he lost track of him. Apparently Peter Pettigrew also knew how to eliminate his own traces and scent... Harry, who had no hope at all, sighed and hissed thanks: "Thank you for your help."

"Are you chasing last night's prisoner?" Firenze asked.

"Yes, we have lost him." Harry said.

"I'm sorry." Firenze said, looking up at the stars in the sky, "I'll take you back. The Forbidden Forest is not safe at night." As he said that, he bent his front legs and lowered his body. Let Harry ride on his back.

"Oh, thank you." After Harry gave Nagini a few words, he checked its wounds again. Seeing that the scars had begun to heal, he felt relieved and climbed onto Firenze's horse.

The centaur carried Harry and disappeared into the depths of the jungle. Nagini stared at the silver back with cold snake eyes for a long time, then summoned the surrounding snakes to continue searching for Peter Pettigrew. trace.

The moon has risen, spreading its faint silver light into the gaps between the lush branches and leaves, leaving mottled silver spots on the ground covered with fallen leaves.

Owen stood on a higher slope, leaning against a tree and leisurely watching Harry's figure disappear into the depths of the forest, with a vague smile on his face. Nyx stood on a high branch, preening his feathers tirelessly.

"Harry did well." Owen laughed lazily.

The index finger of his left hand was slightly raised, and a thin golden thread was tied to it. The thin line hung straight down, and at the end was tied a fat, unconscious rat.

In fact, he had already arrived when Harry was fighting Peter Pettigrew, and had been hiding in the dark to watch Harry's operations. Seeing the guy jumping around with great energy, he felt at ease and didn't interfere.

Owen felt that Harry should be given a chance to practice, instead of just watching the show there with great interest.

After Peter Pettigrew escaped into the cave, he controlled the Dark Devil Guard to pick him out.

"So, what should I do with you?"

After shaking the mouse hanging in mid-air, the smile on Owen's lips became happy and playful. (End of chapter)