A broken Hogwarts

The Forbidden Forest is dark and deep at night, and the strange-shaped trees are like ghosts hidden in the darkness, spreading their claws wantonly. In addition to the rustling of leaves in the wind and the muffled sounds of footsteps stepping on dead branches, there are one or two long and sad howls in the distance from time to time, which makes people feel a little uneasy.

Harry clung to Firenze's back, lowering his head to avoid the thin branches. The body of the horseman walking through the forest is flexible and light, and his silver hair glows slightly, like the bright moonlight.

After the nervous excitement calmed down, Harry felt scared. He had used the Cruciatus Curse on Peter Pettigrew without hesitation before. Even if it was more for the purpose of intimidation, he did use it.

Although he also used it last semester, the situation at that time was special and he had to do it. But this time he actually took the initiative to use this spell.

Why didn't he think that this was black magic and the Unforgivable Curse? If the professors found out, wouldn't he be locked up in Azkaban for the rest of his life? His stomach lurched at the thought of those dementors.

Most importantly, Harry felt that he had become bad and failed to live up to Mr. Dumbledore's expectations. A heavy feeling of guilt engulfed him.

He lay on Firenze's back with a dejected expression, and instantly became listless and exhausted.

Firenze quickly noticed something strange about him and said softly: "Are you okay, Harry Potter?"

"I'm fine." Harry said guiltily.

"We'll be out soon." Firenze's voice sounded hollow and erratic in the woods.

Harry snorted sadly.

"Harry Potter, I'm sorry for delaying your pursuit of the fugitive." Firenze apologized again.

"It doesn't matter, maybe I won't be able to catch him if you don't come." Harry shook his head.

"No, maybe it's different this time. I know whose servant he is." Firenze said sadly, turning his head to look at Harry, the silver hair on his head swaying with his movements, "I see When darkness comes, Harry Potter."

Harry was stunned for a moment. When he realized what Firenze meant, he felt as if his heart was grasped by an iron claw. His voice was hard and hoarse: "You mean... Voldemort is coming back?"

Although he played a trick on Voldemort with Owen last semester, he also knew very well how terrifying Voldemort was and what his return meant.

Firenze avoided answering Harry's question and just said calmly: "In the coming dark night, you are the brightest star, Harry Potter."

"But there is always a dark star intertwined with you, like a black hole, deep, ominous, mysterious, but also containing a certain hope." Firenze said in a chant-like tone that Harry could not If you understand, "You are destined to be entangled with each other, influencing each other, changing each other's destiny like twin stars, and will also change the world..."

"I don't know if this is good or bad. Even we can't tell the fate of the future." He sighed.

Harry blinked and stared at the back of the centaur's head. Ominous stars like black holes? Are you talking about Voldemort? According to the prophecy Dumbledore told him, he would indeed be entangled with Voldemort, which was unpleasant to think about.

But what does it mean to contain hope? He was about to ask when he heard Hagrid's loud voice in the distance, causing the birds returning to their nests to flutter among the branches.

"Harry! Harry! Where are you?"

Harry looked in the direction where the sound came from in surprise. Firenze had already taken him there.

When the distance was close, Harry responded loudly, and vaguely saw Hagrid's huge figure panting and running towards him quickly.

Firenze lowered his body and let Harry slide off his back. He looked at him deeply and said, "I wish you good luck, Harry Potter."

After saying that, he left Harry behind and slowly ran back to the depths of the forest.

"Harry! I finally found you..." Hagrid shouted hoarsely, with a cry in his voice. He strode up to Harry and hugged him so hard that Harry felt like his ribs were about to be broken.

"I'm fine, Hagrid," Harry said with difficulty.

"Look at your voice being so weak, you must have suffered a lot." Hagrid wiped the corners of his eyes, his eyes flickering faintly in the dark night, "It's all my fault for not taking a good look at you... Oh! I saw you were bleeding!"

Without waiting for Harry to speak, he directly picked him up and strode towards the outside of the Forbidden Forest: "I'll take you to the campus hospital. By the way, I have to inform the professors that they are all looking for you in the forest. ." As he spoke, he raised the old pink umbrella and released a green spark into the sky.

Harry's cheeks felt hot, feeling like he was causing trouble to the professors again. He whispered what happened to him. When he mentioned Peter Pettigrew, he simply said that he was bitten by Nagini and ran away.

"Nagini's venom is very powerful and will make people bleed." Harry said, "I don't know if Peter Pettigrew can detoxify it on his own. Maybe he will steal the antidote..."

His words were suddenly paused as a familiar and terrifying chill invaded him, and a cold mist began to fill the surroundings. He caught a glimpse of several dementors floating among the shadows of the trees, like evil ghosts wandering in the forest. His lungs seemed to be filled with ice water, and the ice was cutting into his internal organs. Green light flashed before his eyes again.

"Don't touch Harry, please don't touch Harry! Please, kill me, kill me..." A woman screamed in his mind, and a harsh voice laughed wildly...

Harry felt like he was falling into a bone-chilling abyss, and in an instant he knew nothing.

"Harry! Harry?" After an unknown amount of time, Hagrid's voice came from a very far away place.

When Harry regained consciousness, he was already lying on a soft bed in the school hospital, and the wounds on his body no longer hurt at all.

Hagrid stood next to the hospital bed with red eyes, and the huge shadow cast by his body completely enveloped Harry. After seeing Harry open his eyes, he shouted in surprise: "You finally woke up, Harry! I didn't know that you fainted after encountering the dementors participating in the search..."

Harry twitched the corners of his mouth, not wanting to mention this matter. He looked away, and then he realized that Sirius was also in the ward, looking at him with concern, and Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape were walking in from the door.

"I'm fine." Harry moved his injured right wrist, and the wound on it had been completely healed by Madam Pomfrey.

In front of a group of professors who were either worried or threatened, Harry had to recount his experience in the Forbidden Forest again.

Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape looked at each other, nodded to him solemnly, and walked out quickly. They must take advantage of this opportunity to hunt down Peter Pettigrew.

Sirius told Harry to have a good rest here tonight, and winked at him appreciatively before leaving. Harry smiled at him slightly guiltily.

After the professors left, Madam Pomfrey came in with a large bag of chocolates, muttering unhappily about the trouble caused by dementors and escaped convicts, while urging Harry to eat the chocolates one after another.

……

After watching Hagrid carry Harry out of the Forbidden Forest, Owen yawned sleepily, held Nyx's warm tail feathers, and teleported directly back to the Room of Requirement.

He threw Peter Pettigrew on the experimental table with some disgust, recited several cleaning spells to the dirty mouse, and then checked the other party's injuries.

Peter Pettigrew's leg bitten by Nagini was tightly bandaged, which Owen simply bandaged with a magic spell. By this time, the white bandage had been completely stained red, and the wound was obviously still bleeding.

Owen pulled off the bandage, frowned slightly and examined the bite wound, then pointed the wand at the mouse's head and fired a sharp blue light.

The mouse's body expanded rapidly and soon transformed back into Peter Pettigrew. He looked wrinkled, had lost weight several times, the hair on the top of his head was sparse and messy, and he had a large bald patch. His face was pale and his clothes were ragged.

Owen took out a bottle of antidote and poured it into the opponent under the control of a magic spell, but it had no effect and blood was still flowing from the wound. He took another bottle of blood replenishing potion and poured it into Peter Pettigrew's mouth. He waved his wand casually, and a brand-new gauze stretched like a snake, flexibly wrapping around the other party's wound. "Nagini's poison is not easy to cure, but you can use the blood tonic to hang your life." Owen muttered, looking down at Peter Pettigrew who fell into his hands again with an indifferent expression, waving his wand to summon a The shining golden rope tied the other party tightly.

Then he pointed his wand at the other party and said: "Resume quickly."

The unconscious man opened his eyes and stared at Owen in confusion for a while, then showed a look of fear and panic. His body struggled hard, trying to break free of the ropes that tied him, but his movements were hampered by blood loss. Weak and powerless.

Owen watched his actions with cold eyes, then suddenly raised his wand, stared into the other person's eyes and said, "Legilimency!"

Through the other person's eyes, Owen could vaguely see the colorful and complicated memory fragments deep in the other person's mind. Although the thoughts in Peter Pettigrew's mind are more difficult to decipher than normal people, it is simpler and more crude to directly point a wand at others and use Legilimency than to silently read other people's thoughts, and can also obtain more information.

After spending a little more time, Owen successfully broke through the opponent's psychological defense and extracted the part he wanted from the dazzling memory fragments.

He saw Peter Pettigrew imprisoned in a special cell in Azkaban, being sucked out of all happiness and hope by dementors day after day, with only the most painful memories lingering in his mind. The despair caused by the dementors drove him almost crazy. He frantically used every means to get rid of the shackles that restricted his transformation, and he wanted to escape from that hell at all costs...

That night, Peter Pettigrew, who had lost his wand, begged Bellatrix to take him out of Azkaban, promising to listen to her in the future. He turned into a mouse and was tied up and taken away from Azkaban, but his good days did not come.

Bellatrix was a mad woman who attacked Sirius Black on the night of her escape from prison. At the critical moment, Peter Pettigrew, who was tied up and unable to escape, blocked a coma spell for her because he didn't want to be sent back to that hell even if he died...

Two people were hiding in a dark house in Knockturn Alley. The owner of the house collapsed after a flash of green light.

Peter Pettigrew was still tied up, huddled in a small cage, tortured by the Cruciatus Curse from time to time, Bellatrix laughed wildly in front of him... He acted as a tool to vent his anger, because Bellatrix determined that It was because of his information that the Dark Lord disappeared, and she hated him so much.

He had to endure humiliation, be humble, and take the credit for blocking the curse for the other party that day. He finally convinced Bellatrix and gained a certain degree of freedom...

He had to go with Bellatrix to attack the Hogwarts Express, even though he was very reluctant to do so. After the Dementors arrived, he fled in fear, which completely angered Bellatrix.

He ran away from Bellatrix and wanted to escape the country and find the whereabouts of the Dark Lord. But he was still caught by that crazy woman, because she had already done something to him.

After the Imperius Curse, he completely became Bellatrix's loyal lackey...

He told the other party a lot of news. The betrayal of the Potters back then turned into the mouse hiding in the Weasley family, the secret passage in Hogwarts, and the Dark Lord seeing through his identity and ordering him to sneak into Hogwarts... In the end There is also the fact that Harry Potter once again shattered the Dark Lord's conspiracy and made the Dark Lord's whereabouts unknown again.

Bellatrix was angry and ecstatic, angry that Harry Potter despicably attacked her master while he was weak, and ecstatic that she finally heard the news of the Dark Lord. She wants to find her master and welcome the return of the Dark Lord.

She determined that Harry Potter, the last person to come into contact with the Dark Lord, must know his whereabouts, so Peter Pettigrew received an order: sneak into Hogwarts, ask Harry Potter about the whereabouts of the Dark Lord, and then Kill him again.

Peter Pettigrew sneaked in through the secret passage of the Shrieking Shack, but he didn't know that Sirius was already prepared and waiting for him to take the bait. He was chased and fled in panic, and had to turn into a mouse and hide in the Forbidden Forest, carefully avoiding the dementors' search.

This evening, he recited an anti-tracking spell for himself and came to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, intending to sneak into the castle, but he happened to see Harry and Hagrid outside the Forbidden Forest. He quietly retreated into the Forbidden Forest, found a group of Acromantulas, stimulated them with a Madness Curse, and drove them out of the Forbidden Forest...

Owen felt his thoughts pass through the narrow tunnel and return to his mind again. He rubbed his brows, sorted out his messy thoughts, ignored Peter Pettigrew's frightened expression, squinted his eyes and twirled his wand on his fingertips.

"It turns out that he became so reckless because he was under the Imperius Curse..." He muttered in his mind, "No wonder Peter Pettigrew didn't kill Harry. He wanted to ask Harry about Voldemort." 's whereabouts."

Thinking of this, Owen raised the corners of his mouth with a half-smile, looking a little sarcastic.

If Peter Pettigrew really escaped from the country, maybe he would be able to learn about Voldemort's hiding place from his mouse friends, just like the plot of the original book. It's a pity that the guy in front of me is living a miserable life and has no chance to go abroad. Naturally, he can't get news from as far away as Albania. After all, how many rats are capable of traveling thousands of miles across the ocean to come to England?

Then, Owen frowned slightly, "It's a pity that he doesn't know where Bellatrix is ​​hiding. After he sneaked into Hogwarts, he became an abandoned son and expendable. Bellatrix Kes has hidden elsewhere..."

"The most important thing is that Bellatrix did some tricks on him. Once Peter Pettigrew loses consciousness due to the curse, he will know the news immediately..." Owen played with the wand in his hand casually, his eyes wide. Gladiator thought, "So, the channel Peter Pettigrew used to contact each other is now useless."

He let out a soft "tsk": "It will be difficult to fish out Bellatrix through this guy. It seems that woman is not crazy enough to lose her proper IQ."

Owen never thought of reciting another Imperius Curse to Peter Pettigrew, and used the mutual repulsion between the Imperius Curses to find someone. Although he suffered a disadvantage in the first grade because he and another person cast the Imperius Curse on the same person and were aware of his own position, but after subsequent experiments, he found that this kind of sensing only works when they are very close to each other. when.

"So, the last question, do you want to hand over Peter Pettigrew?" Owen looked down at the panicked little man, "The Imperius Curse has not been broken, and I can't control him to do things for me at the moment. Should I keep him?" Eat free rice?"

The Imperius Curse is a difficult curse that has no corresponding solution. Except for the caster to remove the spell on his own, in order to remove the Imperius Curse, one must either kill the caster or let the person under the spell use his own will to resist and escape from the control of the Imperius Curse.

It is possible to recite an Imperius Curse on the person who has been cursed to cover the original Imperius Curse on the other person, but it is not advisable. Because it is equivalent to the most direct and fierce confrontation between the two masters of the Imperius Curse in the fragile mind of the cursed person. After the strong one defeats the weak one, he can gain final control, but at that time, the cursed person's mind is also Will be irreversibly damaged, basically neither stupid nor crazy.

When the therapists at St. Mungo's Hospital face people who have been struck by the Imperius Curse, they usually use the spell to inspire and strengthen the other person's will to resist, and encourage and help the person who has been cursed to actively resist the control of the Imperius Curse. This is destined to be a nightmare. A protracted war.

Owen glanced lazily at Peter Pettigrew, he didn't have the time to do such a thing.

"If we hand him over, he will only become a tool for politicians to seek credit, and there will be no benefit." He thought, "It's better to keep him in your hands. Maybe he can be used for some purpose in the future... Hmm , at least I can use him to practice Legilimency when I have nothing to do."

Owen looked at Peter Pettigrew with hazy black eyes, an elegant and perfect smile on his face. He pointed his wand at the other person's head and said in a friendly tone: "Can you please turn into a mouse, Professor Peter?"

Peter Pettigrew looked at him with tears in his eyes, his pupils trembling in fear. He felt a twisted and dark aura from the little wizard in front of him, and a terrible sense of danger crazily reminded him that if he didn't do what the other person said, something terrible would happen.

Even though he was under the Soul-Impering Curse, it didn't mean that he would actively seek death, especially since he had always been a person who cherished his life.

Peter Pettigrew shrank, his body suddenly shrank, and in an instant he returned to the form of a bald mouse. The golden ropes on his body also shrank simultaneously, still tying him tightly.

Owen used the materials at hand and used the transformation spell to quickly make a small iron cage with a very small mesh gap. Unless Peter Pettigrew could squeeze himself into a rat strip, there was no way he could get out.

He recited an indestructible spell on the cage, then threw the mouse in and locked it tightly.

"Don't try to return to human form, unless you want to try what it feels like to be squeezed into a meatball." Owen reminded with a smile and placed the cage in the corner of the experimental table.

He put away Peter Pettigrew's wand, turned and entered his study, curled up lazily in the armchair and entered the wall space.

He first reviewed what happened today, especially regarding the black shadow that looked like a big dog. Various observations, conclusions and speculations were densely written on a long roll of parchment.

Finally, he thought about it and wrote at the top: Suspected to be "ominous"?

Shaking his head slightly, Owen took out another blank piece of parchment and wrote a new title in beautiful cursive calligraphy: Strengthening of Revenge of the Resentful Shadow.

This magic used to resist curses helped him a lot, but he had to admit that it had limits and could not resist those superb curses. Although it once counterattacked Voldemort's curse, Voldemort was in a very weak state at that time. Even if the opponent was a curse master, the curse in that situation would not be much better.

"Perhaps we still need to find a solution from the soul realm." Owen muttered, writing quickly on the paper.

Time passed by minute by minute, and when he felt a little tired, he put down the quill in his hand. Before leaving the space facing the wall, he casually glanced at the white fog writing floating on the side of the space as usual, but saw a new line of writing that emerged:

[The connection point collection port has been released, please be ready for collection. 】

"Tsk, are you finally here?" Owen looked away calmly.

No matter what the incident was, after experiencing it for too long, he was able to calm down. (End of chapter)