A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 237 What happened to both sides

"How dare you! How dare you pretend to be the Dark Lord and lie to me!"

Bellatrix's shrill roar echoed in Owen's ears, making his eardrums buzz and even the dust on the ceiling fluttered down.

Owen was silent for a moment, and finally understood the reason why the other party behaved this way in anger. Pretending to be someone's idol in front of Voldemort's fanatic fans, Harry is really a clever little guy.

Doesn't he know that the person who knows a person best is often the person who loves or hates that person the most? Disguising Voldemort to Bellatrix was much more difficult than disguising himself to Voldemort himself.

It's good now that Harry's dirty tricks have completely angered Voldemort's idiot fans, and the mess left behind has to be cleaned up by Owen...

While Owen was speechless, he was also a little surprised. He didn't expect the body swap effect to be effective in this situation. After all, the Shrieking Shack was already within the confines of Hogsmeade. But considering that this place is very close to Hogwarts, it may be covered by body swapping.

Owen's eyes quickly glanced around and saw the unknown Blaise in the corner, but he did not find the "ominous" black shadow following him. His face couldn't help but darken.

"'Ominous' is not tracking my soul or consciousness, but my body? So now it's with Harry... That's terrible!" Owen felt a toothache. He didn't think Harry could handle that.

He still doesn't know whether the soul or consciousness was exchanged during the body swap, and he still doesn't know if Harry is killed by "Ominous", whether it will be Harry or him who will die... Anyway, it's not a good thing.

"We have to hurry back." Owen tried to move his body and frowned slightly.

When Harry recovered from his dizziness, he found himself standing in a dark and deep corridor. The familiar carved walls on both sides made him realize that he had returned to Hogwarts.

Owen choked and closed his eyes, and then a gust of cold wind rushed into his arms, but it made him feel extremely relieved. The Black Demon Guard rolled his body up into the sky, and a magic spell that passed through the dust hit the place where he was lying just now, exploding a hissing and smoking crater.

She raised her wand and pointed it at Owen's chest, which was still heaving violently with rage. The ferocious look on her face made Owen have no doubt that she just wanted to torture herself to death with the Cruciatus Curse regardless.

The cold and dark fog suddenly emerged from Owen's body, and in an instant it condensed into a gloomy and evil shadow. It dragged a long black cloak and rushed toward the opponent with a "whoosh", making the half-shouted curse sound Stopped abruptly.

"Nyx!" Owen was suspended in mid-air wearing the Dark Lord Guard, fired a Cruciatus Curse at Bellatrix's position, and then called out calmly.

Facing this sudden attack, Bellatrix had a look of rage and shock on her face, but her body suddenly jumped to the side and back at an unusual speed. The Dark Guard flew over her left shoulder, leaving a deep black wound on her left arm. He also used the corner of his cloak to sweep away the wand belonging to Harry that she held in her left hand.

"Avada Kedavra!" Bellatrix rolled twice on the dusty floor in great embarrassment, and shot a dazzling green light at the black demon guard floating in the air with her backhand.

"Why did I lie to you?" Owen raised the corners of his mouth teasingly and looked at her with curious eyes. He is quickly adapting to the current situation, and his high-speed brain is clearly sorting out the spells that he can currently use and those that cannot be released.

With a "bang", large pieces of gravel fell together with billowing dust. The yellow dust filled the entire room, obscuring their vision.

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"Shut up! You are prohibited from insulting the Dark Lord in this way again!" Bellatrix screamed word by word, her bulging eyes seeming to come out of nowhere. His eyes bulged out.

"It seems that the methods I used on you were too gentle, Potter, which made you dare to deceive me in this way." In a moment, Bellatrix had walked up to Owen and spoke condescendingly. Staring at him with a pair of crazy eyes.

This guy is obviously a sadist, but he still has masochistic attributes when facing Voldemort? Owen thought with a straight face. He had no shortage of ways to get out of trouble, so he felt a little more relaxed.

Owen moved his wrists that were tied up and held them in his right hand. He held the wand that the Dark Guard had snatched from Bellatrix in his right hand and waved it steadily. The ropes on his body were disconnected with a sound and dissipated into little bits of smoke.

"How dare you use your bastard's mouth to say that you are the Dark Lord?" She said, with a mixture of admiration and fear in her eyes. At this moment, she seemed to have turned into a little girl in admiration, "He is like that Great and stern, he never shows off his hypocritical face and casually forgives his servants' mistakes..."

His hands and feet were tied tightly, and the tough yet slender ropes were tightly entangled in his flesh. Every muscle in the body ached as if it was torn, the bones creaked as if they were about to fall apart, and the forehead seemed to be split. I knew that this body must have been tortured before.

But Irving is more concerned about another aspect. He felt a sense of restraint in this body that did not belong to him, as if he was forcibly stuffed into a small space, and his spirit seemed to be put on a thick layer of straitjacket, being restrained layer by layer. In a sturdy hard shell.

Owen squinted his eyes, but the missed sneak attack he was determined to win did not make him express his disappointment. He was so calm and indifferent that he controlled the Black Demon Guard to sway lightly in mid-air, and the beam of the Death Curse hit the crumbling ceiling hard.

I also know that his current magic level must have dropped a lot. Although the wizard's magic power mainly comes from the spirit and will, spiritual power is closely related to the body, not to mention that this little wizard's body has not experienced the black magic transformation that Owen has performed, and many abilities cannot be used at all now.

"...So you deserve to die!" Bellatrix said, and her expression suddenly changed. She poked Owen's chest with her wand, and shouted with a cruel expression: "Cruciatus——"

All the pain on his body disappeared in an instant, and even his tied hands and feet became free again. He raised his right hand and glanced blankly at the wand in his hand, unable to realize what happened for a moment.

The torture I had just experienced seemed to have become an illusion. There was no dirty house, no Bellatrix, and no poisoned Blaise...

But Harry soon discovered that the wand in his hand was not his. It looked familiar. He raised his hand and touched his hair. It felt soft and soft, unlike his own hair, which was always messy and tangled. And he felt a little uncomfortable. His body was obviously warm, but he felt an inexplicable chill, as if his body was filled with ice cubes.

"This is not me... Oops, body swap! Is this Owen?" Harry jumped up anxiously and put all his discomfort behind him for a moment, "Owen and Blaise are in danger!"

Just when he turned around and was about to run to the professor to save someone, he suddenly heard a "clang" coming from his side. Harry turned his head and looked over, only to find that for some reason there was a large, sturdy iron cage standing next to it. Nothing was locked inside, but the bars of the cage were shaking and bending as if they had been hit by something.

"Invisible beast? No..." Harry turned his gaze to the shadow imprinted on the ground and saw a vaguely outline monster in the cage, changing its shape like smoke. He could only vaguely tell that it was A four-legged beast.

"What is this?" Harry cautiously jumped back, feeling a cold air rush from his heart to the soles of his feet. Why does an invisible monster have a shadow? What kind of dangerous thing is Owen doing in school?

He backed away cautiously, intending to ignore the thing for the time being. However, things didn't go as planned. The black shadow of the monster in the cage raised its claws and waved violently. The hard iron railings were torn apart like wooden boards, and the entire cage fell apart like building blocks.

Harry's mind was still a little dazed, but his hand reacted very quickly and shot a spell at the exploded iron cage. The wand in his hand did not belong to him, and it was not smooth to use. Fortunately, the spell was successfully released.

The red beam of light hit the wall of the corridor, and the black shadow printed on the ground approached him without any impact. Harry could even see the ferocious fangs in the open mouth.

"Missed? Impossible..." Harry hurriedly backed away, suddenly frightened. He remembered what Owen had told him, "A vicious dog hiding in the shadows? Ominous?"

As this thought arose in his mind, the blurry black shadow on the ground instantly condensed into the shape of a big dog, spreading its thick four hooves and rushing towards his shadow reflected on the ground. "Don't let it touch my shadow!" Harry ran down the corridor without thinking. The black shadow of the big dog chased after him, causing cold sweat to break out on Harry's forehead.

What Owen said jokingly during the study group meeting turned out to be true. He was really being hunted by something "ominous"! Harry couldn't help but feel guilty for not choosing to believe the other person. But now was not the time to think about this, because he found that he could not run on four legs with two legs.

He hurriedly released various spells behind him, but none of them had any effect. When he was about to pass through the exit of this corridor, the black shadow of the big dog suddenly appeared in front of him. Harry stopped in a hurry, staggered, and almost fell to the ground.

"Owen said that you can only attack it with shadows..." Harry turned around and ran back, randomly grabbing the ornaments next to the corridor and throwing them behind him. In the rush, the shadows of several things hit the black shadow on the ground, causing its movements to pause slightly.

"It's really good!" Harry's eyes lit up and he ran as fast as he could. When he passed by a piece of armor, he knocked it over with his shoulder. He picked up the armor and held it in his hand. of spear.

The spear made of steel was extremely heavy. Fortunately, Harry finally had some brains and tapped it with his wand to make it lighter.

He turned around suddenly and carefully stared at his shadow, keeping it at a safer distance from the big dog's shadow. Holding the end of the spear tightly in his hand, he swung the tip of the spear and smashed and stabbed the big dog all over the face. From time to time, he jumped back a few steps to avoid the big dog's counterattack...

This scene is thrilling and funny. For those who can't see the "ominous", Harry's performance is like a funny one-man show, which is very crazy with a cerebellar disorder.

When Snape followed a catnives and turned into this corridor, he saw such a ridiculous scene.

Seeing Owen's appearance, Harry swung his spear and turned himself into a windmill, then staggered two steps in a daze, almost hitting his head on the pillar next to him. Snape's always gloomy expression was frozen. He stayed there for a moment, and his unfathomable eyes went blank for a moment.

"What are you doing?" Snape asked in a deep voice after being silent for a while.

Only then did Harry see the Dean, and he immediately seemed to have seen a savior. He shouted and waved his spear while running towards Snape full of surprise and excitement.

Seeing the nervous little wizard running towards him aggressively, Snape couldn't help but take a half step back, put his hand in his pocket and quietly held the wand.

Harry didn't notice anything strange about the other party, and just shouted breathlessly: "Professor Snape, Owen and Blaise are in danger! They are in Hogsmeade, and there is Bellatrix!"

Snape's brows tightened, he tilted his head back slightly and said in a low voice, "Owen?"

"Yes, Owen!" Harry turned around and stabbed the black shadow of the big dog in the nose with a gun, and said urgently, "I am Harry! We just switched bodies!"

Snape frowned and looked at him, doubting that the nervous guy in front of him was Harry. But now was not the time to delve into this matter. He just nodded slightly and hurriedly stepped forward again.

"What are you doing?" Snape said with a dark face as he watched Harry start running away again and casting spells randomly. Do you really think that you, the dean, are just a decoration when he performs magic in the corridor in front of you?

"Can't you see, Professor? There's a shadow of a big dog chasing me!" Harry gasped and continued to try various spells: "Calling the Guardian!"

The wand in his hand trembled, and reluctantly a silver-white stag came out from the tip. The stag lowered its head and rushed toward the shadow, but as expected, it missed the target.

At this time, the shadow of the big dog suddenly stopped, tilted its big head, and the tip of its nose twitched a few times, as if it was sniffing hard for something.

After a while, it seemed to finally realize that the person in front of it was not its target, so it jumped into the shadow of the stone pillar and disappeared without hesitation.

Harry watched it disappear, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. He held the spear in one hand and put the other on his waist and panted. The short period of thrilling survival almost exhausted his energy, and his pounding heart seemed to be about to jump out of his chest.

"Shadow of the Big Dog? I think The Quibbler would be more than willing to publish the unexpected and strange things you encounter, Potter." Snape said sarcastically, watching the stag disappear into the air with disgust. Then it flew away like a big bat.

Harry breathed out angrily, but still hurriedly chased after him and quickly explained the whole story to Snape.

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Dust billowed in the enclosed space of the Screaming Shack, and everything in sight was covered with a thick layer of yellow gauze. The increasingly dark environment made everything unreal.

After hearing Owen's call, Nyx, who was hiding upstairs watching the show with great interest, flapped his wings and flew over. It had been there since Harry started pretending to be Voldemort. Being connected to Owen's mind, it could naturally tell that the person in front of it was no longer Harry.

"Take me back, Nyx." Owen waved his wand and threw out a rope to tie Blaise, who was paralyzed in the corner, and then stretched out an arm towards the flying phoenix. He was worried about Harry dealing with the "ominous situation" alone, and planned to rush back immediately.

Rather than killing Bellatrix, it was more important to save his own life. What's more, he is currently in Harry's body, his magic power is greatly restricted, and the wand in his hand is not very obedient. It is basically impossible to take down Bellatrix.

At this moment, a dazzling green light flew diagonally, and Owen and Nyx had no choice but to fly to both sides, narrowly avoiding the spell. Immediately afterwards, more green flashes exploded in the small space one after another, like a series of gorgeous and deadly fireworks. The stimulated Bellatrix was throwing death curses around.

Owen had to hide behind a wall and angrily watched as the wall he was hiding in was blown to pieces. He accurately threw Blaise into a cave in the corner of the room to prevent him from being killed by the magic spell that bounced around.

With an indifferent expression, he controlled the Dark Demon Guard to fly out, quickly locked onto Bellatrix's traces through his black and white vision, and then pursued and intercepted her with extreme agility.

Bellatrix was quickly forced out, and the dust around her gradually fell to the ground. The two of them stood in the corner of the room and looked at each other. Their gazes seemed to stir up violent sparks in the air. One was as cold and indifferent as a deep pool covered with frost, and the other was as crazy and violent as an erupting volcano.

"You are not Harry Potter." Bellatrix glanced at the Dark Lord floating beside her, licked her lips with the tip of her tongue, and said firmly, "Good boy Potter will not master this. Plant a spell."

She stared at Nyx who turned into a ball of fire and flew towards Owen, and then shouted at him with an expression of disgust: "You are Owen Shafiq! You are so eager to become a pure-blood traitor and stand on the opposite side of the Dark Lord. ? Are you willing to humble yourself!"

Owen squinted his eyes, suddenly feeling a familiar sense of gaze and crisis. He quickly scanned the surroundings and locked his eyes on a black figure with a cat's head peeking out from the shadow of a broken wooden table.

"'Ominous' is chasing you?" Is this also delayed?

Owen thought, feeling not surprised but happy. He waved the holly wand in his hand without hesitation, and a beam of light pierced the darkness, blowing the wooden table into pieces. The black shadow that was drilling out of its shadow disappeared unexpectedly.

"It seems that there is no need to worry about Harry anymore. We can deal with Bellatrix for a while." Owen rolled his eyes maliciously and looked at the woman opposite who became nervous again because of his sudden release of the spell. , suddenly revealed a bright and dangerous smile.

"Who said I want to stand on the opposite side of the Dark Lord?" He raised his chin arrogantly, and that look on Harry's face made his words full of contradiction, "On the contrary, I am the Dark Lord's most loyal follower. !”

(End of this chapter)