A broken Hogwarts

Harry felt his back hit the hard, cold floor, Blaise still pressing heavily on him.

In the dim light, he could barely see that it was a shabby room. The wallpaper was peeling off, the floor was stained, there was a thick layer of dust everywhere, and the windows were boarded up. The surrounding corners were so dark that it was impossible to see whether there was anyone hiding in the darkness.

Harry didn't care to think about where this place was. He immediately pushed Blaise aside.

Blaise rolled feebly on the gray floor twice, knocking over a wooden chair with a missing leg, and lay there motionless like a corpse. After dragging Harry here, he completely lost consciousness. Obviously the poisoning was not fake.

Harry was worried and angry about this, but now was not the time to check on the other party's situation. He pressed the soles of his feet against the floor, bounced off the floor with a whoosh, and reached into his pocket to pull out his wand.

After realizing that he was in danger, Sirius' special training came in handy. He found the nearest bunker with just a glance, and without hesitation rushed towards the collapsing stairs in the corner next to him.

Harry's reaction was quick, and he made a series of quick movements, but it was still too late. A beam of red light inevitably fell directly on him. He felt his palm loosen and the wand in his hand flew out. It was tied to the chain on his robe and swirled in front of his eyes. With.

But Harry had no chance to reach out and grab it. Another shiny rope flew over and tied him tightly.

Harry fell heavily to the dirty ground, and a cloud of dust obscured his vision, allowing him to only vaguely see a tall, thin figure walking out of the corner. His wand fell to his side with a clatter. It seemed so close, but it seemed that he would never be able to reach it.

"Oh, our little Potter baby is here for a visit." came a female voice with a strangled throat, an unpleasant imitation of a baby's voice.

"Bellatrix!" Harry struggled to support his upper body, his heart sinking.

"I didn't expect that the portkey could really bring people. I thought you would be torn to pieces on the way." Bellatrix suddenly let out a hoarse laugh and raised her foot to lift the unconscious figure. Blaise kicked aside, "Forgive me, this is my first time making something like this. Look, for your safety, I also thoughtfully chose a very close destination..."

"How's it going? Is little Harry so moved that he's about to cry?" She pulled a bunch of messy black hair hanging on her chest and deliberately said in a high voice, "After all, our poor little Harry has had no parents since he was a child. Love..."

She came closer, and Harry could finally see her clearly. The woman in front of her had a thick jaw and heavy eyelids, her black curly hair was messy, and she was wearing a black robe. She is still thin, but not as haggard and withered as she was a few months ago. There is a contemptuous sneer on her thin lips, but her eyes still shine with that warm and crazy light.

"You are lying to me! This is Hogsmeade, right? You don't dare to take me out of here. Sirius told me that once I leave the confines of Hogwarts, Dumbledore will know immediately! "Harry said slowly, "You are as afraid of Dumbledore as your master!"

He wished he could talk nonsense with the other party for a while longer. His brain was spinning rapidly, trying to think of ways to escape.

The smile on Bellatrix's face disappeared and was replaced by a very scary expression. She fiddled with her hair with her wand and took a few steps closer to Harry.

"What should I do...what should I do?" Harry tried hard to break free from the rope around him, but the tough rope did not move at all. He looked at the wand beside him out of the corner of his eye, racking his brains to think about how to successfully get it.

As if reading his thoughts, a booted foot pressed against Harry's wand. Harry raised his eyes and met Bellatrix's cat-and-mouse eyes, feeling a sense of despair in his heart.

Bellatrix picked up his wand, yanked off the chain link on it, and waved it in front of Harry's eyes with a playful expression.

"Okay, Potter, don't hold on to unrealistic illusions." Bellatrix gave up her high-pitched voice and said hoarsely.

She bent down, tilted her head and used her wand to push back the hair on Harry's forehead. The tip of the wand was pressed against the lightning-shaped scar, with a cruel and crazy look in her eyes.

"Tell me, where is the Dark Lord now?" She asked softly in Harry's ear, "If you tell me, I can give you a good time."

She didn't kill me immediately because she wanted to find out the whereabouts of Voldemort from me! Harry suddenly understood and instantly entered the state of Occlumency.

There was a faint sound of the little wizard talking, laughing and shouting outside the house. Harry wanted to scream at the top of his lungs, but he knew that would be useless, so he could only helplessly listen to the sounds fading away.

"How can you be distracted at this time, Potter?" Bellatrix said softly, and suddenly grabbed Harry's chin, her voice became violent and sharp, "Say! Where is the Dark Lord?"

"I don't know!" Harry stared at her eyes, trying his best to keep his doubtful expression, "Isn't he already dead?"

"You're lying, filthy bastard! The Dark Lord won't die! He was still at Hogwarts last year!" Bellatrix roared, poking Harry's forehead painfully with the tip of her wand, "Be honest with me ,Where is he?"

"He's dead!" Harry cried.

"Lies! Disobedient children will suffer." Bellatrix showed a ferocious and excited expression, "Heart-breaking!"

Harry felt like all the bones in his body were burning, his head was probably split along the scar, and his eyes were rolling wildly in his skull. He couldn't hear his terrifying, sharp, and prolonged screams. He just hoped that this painful torture would stop quickly, that he would faint, or simply die!

The torture ended suddenly, and Harry collapsed to the ground, trembling all over. He heard Bellatrix laughing harshly.

"It can't be like this... I have to think of a way..." Harry tried his best to get his rusty brain to work again, "Sirius may soon find out that I am no longer in Hogwarts, this is Hogmore. Decun...as long as you delay for a while, someone might come..."

"Where is the Dark Lord? Tell me! You don't want to taste this again, do you?" Bellatrix pressed, poking Harry's cheek with her wand.

"I really don't know! I didn't lie!" Harry gritted his teeth. He couldn't tell it, he would never let the centaur's prophecy come true...

Another burst of pain, like a thousand cuts, made him want to break his neck against the wall. When he finally recovered from the pain, his voice was hoarse. Why can't anyone outside hear such a loud noise?

Harry was in a daze, feeling like he was going to die here. If it were Owen, he wouldn't be so embarrassed, right? When Owen was there for advice, they could even defeat Voldemort, but now he was about to die at the hands of Voldemort's servants...

"Wait, Voldemort..." Harry finally caught a glimmer of inspiration in his daze.

"I ask you again, where is the Dark Lord?" Bellatrix screamed.

"I'm here, Bellatrix," Harry said softly, hoarsely.

He tried to suppress the trembling of his body and made his voice calm and cold.

Under the severe pressure of survival, he quickly regained his pretense of last semester and performed beyond his level. He tried hard to recall Voldemort's evil and cruel demeanor at that time, and recalled his cruelty and malice when he was dominated by emotions and used the Cruciatus Curse...

He slowly stood up and looked directly at Bellatrix, his expression gloomy and indifferent. It's obviously a posture of looking up, but it has a more aloof and calm demeanor.

"You..." Bellatrix looked at him in confusion and suddenly raised the wand against his cheek.

Harry looked at her calmly and said slowly: "It has been more than ten years, and I never thought that someone would still want to find me." "You...are you the master?" Bellatrix took a step back and looked at him in surprise. He's like, "That's impossible!"

"Why is it impossible? Or do you think Harry Potter can defeat me a second time after relying on luck to deflect my spell?" Harry raised his voice to make his voice louder. And feel more confident.

Bellatrix finally started to panic, and she instinctively denied it quickly: "No! I didn't think so!"

Looking at her look, Harry sneered: "A few months ago, I finally succeeded in possessing Harry Potter. I can plan the best opportunity at Hogwarts, and I will regain a With a perfect body, I even hid it from Dumbledore and gained his trust! I have been planning for so many years, but everything was almost ruined by you, a fool!"

Bellatrix's pupils shrank, and she began to believe Harry's words. She remembered what she had just done and hurriedly hid the hand holding the wand behind her back. There was a look of fear and panic in her eyes, looking like a little girl who had made a mistake.

"I didn't mean it! Master, I just want to get you back..." She begged softly, "I don't know..."

"Then how are you going to make up for it, Bellatrix?" Harry said softly, glancing at the rope on his body lightly, his heart pounding nervously.

Bellatrix hesitated, feeling suspicious. She didn't think the Dark Lord would be able to untie a single rope, but what if this was a test of her master's loyalty and obedience?

She waved her wand to untie the rope that bound Harry, and cautiously asked, "Master, what are you going to do next?"

"I'm going back to Hogwarts." Harry stood up slowly, dusted himself off, and said with an expressionless expression. He felt his calves cramping.

"Then...please forgive me for my offense..." Bellatrix begged softly.

Harry looked at him and comforted him with a smile: "Of course, I will forgive you. You have proven your loyalty to me..."

Unexpectedly, Bellatrix's expression suddenly changed at this moment, and she suddenly waved her wand at Harry, knocking him away.

Harry hit the railing of the stairs hard, causing the rickety escalator to collapse. He felt as if all his internal organs had shifted, and in the blink of an eye, a rope wrapped around him like a flexible snake.

"You are lying to me! The Dark Lord will never easily forgive the mistakes I have made!" Bellatrix screamed hysterically. If she was just very skeptical just now, now she is completely sure, because it is impossible for the Dark Lord to be able to block an attack of this level!

Harry's expression froze. He couldn't believe that Voldemort wouldn't even treat his only loyal follower kindly? Just this... why would there be a group of people willing to follow him? He really doesn't understand!

Listening to Bellatrix's furious screams, Harry completely panicked. He was at his wits' end. Someone come and save him, whether it's Dumbledore, Sirius or Owen, help him!

As he was thinking this, he suddenly felt his eyes go dark.

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When Owen walked out of the flames with Nyx and Melete, he found himself standing in the long corridor of Hogwarts Castle. He took out the Marauder's Map and took a look at it. After confirming the locations of Harry and Blaise, he quickly entered the dungeon along the stairs.

While walking through the complicated corridors, he did not forget to recite a Disappearance Charm to himself, intending to take this opportunity to find Bellatrix's location and solve the principal's mission from the source.

Just when he was about to arrive at Harry's location, he glanced at the Marauder's Map again, only to see that the two solitary dots had disappeared unknowingly.

"Is it the portkey?" Owen reacted immediately, and his running pace suddenly stopped.

A gray-haired cat ran over from the opposite side, circled around him, raised its head and meowed.

"I understand. Harry was taken away by Blaise, right? Was Blaise poisoned?" Owen listened to Mao Nvzi's description and nodded calmly.

He took out his wand and tapped it lightly in the air, and began to trace the other party's location using the tracking spell he had cast on Harry's glasses some time ago.

A beam of light silver smoke emerged from the tip of the wand, pointing diagonally in one direction. Following the strange sensation transmitted by the spell, Owen felt that Harry's location was not far from here, as if he was still within the confines of Hogwarts.

"Hogsmeade?" Owen turned to look in the direction where the induction came from. His deep gaze seemed to see where Harry was through the thick wall. "Is this direction...the Shrieking Shack?"

He turned around and took two steps. Just as he was about to ask Nyx to act as a means of transportation again, he felt a familiar sense of danger coming.

"It happens to be this time!" Owen grinded his teeth angrily, looked around at the weak candlelight on both sides of the corridor, and finally saw a shadow slowly moving out of the shadows at a corner.

"It seems that 'Ominous' has a certain ability of self-judgment." Owen narrowed his eyes. "It will choose to attack when I am extremely relaxed or when I am eager to do something, which shows that it has certain abilities. Emotional perception ability can determine that attacks are more likely to be effective at this time..."

"Melete, you all go separately and inform the professors about this." He ordered the two cats.

Melete glanced at him worriedly, and obediently ran away with the other cat nives. Their slightly reflective fur made them look like two bright lightning bolts.

Owen struggled with the "ominous" skillfully. It was impossible for him to go to Harry at this time. He had already tested it last time. "Ominous" would follow him like a shadow during the attack, and he could not get rid of it by teleporting elsewhere.

To attack Bellatrix under the "ominous" threat is to die too slowly. What's more, in this situation, it might be difficult for him to kill Bellatrix, because the opponent will run away when he sees that the situation is not going well.

"Nix, I want to ask you to go and keep an eye on Harry. You can help if necessary." Owen used the transformation spell to create a stone wall, blocking the path that the black shadow must pass by, and then turned. Head said to Nyx. This guy can't see "ominous" at all, and it won't be of any use at this time.

Nyx opened and closed his mouth reluctantly. He had never liked Harry very much. Well, to be precise, he didn't like anyone except Owen. After struggling for a while, it finally couldn't withstand Owen's shining eyes and disappeared into the flames with a "pop".

Owen breathed out softly, watching the black shadow slowly slip through the gap under the stone wall, and he patiently dealt with it.

When he retreated from one end of the corridor to the entrance of the corridor, he suddenly waved his wand, and an iron cage appeared beside him out of thin air, and the shadow reflected on the ground trapped "Ominous" inside.

Owen took this time to catch his breath and planned to enter the empty classroom next to him and transform into a black flame form to survive the attack. As for Harry... with Nyx's help, he probably won't die.

He thought this and suddenly blinked his eyes. He saw a thin red line flying straight through the wall towards him, as fast as a ray of light, and connected to his left index finger in the blink of an eye.

"This is..." Owen was stunned, and then he felt dizzy.

When he came to his senses again, he found that he was slumped in the broken wood board full of dust and musty smell, his body was tightly tied with ropes, and his whole body was in pain.

There was an extremely angry scream in his ears. It was hard to imagine how the other party became so angry.

"Oops!" Owen thought with a sullen expression. (End of chapter)