A broken Hogwarts

The first person to emerge from the passage was Professor Snape. He scanned the surrounding ruins gloomily with his empty and indifferent eyes.

The unextinguished flames were still burning on the fragments of wooden boards, and the billowing smoke rushed diagonally toward the low clouds with the howling cold wind. Most of the floor of the wooden house collapsed into a blackened pit.

Owen, who stood obediently on the edge of the pit, raised his cheek that belonged to Harry, and stared at the visitor unblinkingly with his bright and clear emerald eyes. Blaise, who had fallen into a deep coma, collapsed softly. next to.

Owen looked at him with surprised and trusting eyes. Snape, who had been staring at him with some suspicion, stiffened, his face suddenly turned black, and the hand holding the wand tightened.

Melete turned into a light brown lightning and jumped out, rushed to Owen's feet with a "swish", climbed onto his shoulders by his robe, and rubbed his face hard with her furry little head.

Harry and Sirius followed closely and emerged from the passage, finally making the place a little more popular.

Owen let go of Professor Snape and turned to look at the panting Harry, with a hint of interest on his face. This person with his own appearance looked familiar yet strange, especially the clear sense of stupidity that did not belong to him in the other person's eyes, which made Owen feel novel and interesting.

"Where is Bellatrix?" Sirius growled hoarsely, holding his wand and pacing anxiously on the edge of the crater caused by the explosion.

"She ran away." Owen patted Melet's head, slowly raised his hand to adjust his sleeves, and blinked innocently.

"Damn it!" Sirius cursed in a low voice, and knocked down a wooden board standing stubbornly beside him with his fist. He was furious as Harry was in another danger right under his nose, unable to control his violent temper.

Harry also looked at Owen carefully and found no injuries on him, which made him let out a long sigh of relief and finally feel relieved. But seeing "himself" standing gracefully and calmly in the mess, his body spotless, even his messy hair had been straightened out, he felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Uh, Owen, your robe is torn." Harry said something out of nowhere.

Owen looked at him sideways, his clear emerald green eyes cast a faint shadow, as if the distant mountains were reflected on the sparkling lake. He tapped the tip of his wand on his robe, and the holes burned by the spell and flames healed like petals closing together.

Harry patted his forehead and said quickly: "How is Blaise?"

Snape was already squatting next to Blaise. He frowned and waved his wand twice, making him float lightly in the air. He said in a low voice: "It's not life-threatening, it's not a fatal poison..." But he was under the Imperius Curse."

At this time, a biting chill enveloped the place. The dementors came one after another, flying around the ruins of the wooden house. Waves of screams and noises came from far and near. After hearing the explosion, some students and residents of Hogsmeade rushed over and watched from a distance. Several professors were running quickly from there.

The arrival of the Dementors made Harry tense up, and he shook his head vigorously, trying to get rid of the faint screams that began to sound in his head.

Sirius frowned and his expression became ugly. He raised his head and shouted: "The person you are looking for is no longer here! You should be tracking the fugitives instead of gathering here to join in the fun!"

But the dementors still gathered more and more, the water vapor in the air condensed into a thick mist, and the cold moisture seemed to penetrate into the bones along the pores of the people.

"Harry, do you still remember what to do? Face them squarely, you can do it!" Sirius gritted his teeth and patted Harry's shoulder hard.

Harry raised his wand and tried to remember his birthday party during the summer vacation. The dazzling Patronus of the Stag jumped out of the tip of his staff, lowered his head and hit the black Dementor with his pair of antlers...

The dementors retreated and dispersed, disappearing into the dark clouds and disappearing. The stag, as bright as the moonlight, returned to Harry, its big silver eyes bright and gentle.

Snape passed by without looking back and led Blaise into the secret passage. Owen followed him with a small heater-like cat in his arms, quietly waved to Nyx to leave first, and then smiled and nodded at the two of them.

"Oh my God! What's going on?" Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick rushed over together, looking at the screaming shack that had been reduced to ruins and exclaimed.

Sirius had no choice but to go over and explain to them, while Owen had already followed Professor Snape into the low secret passage.

The already narrow tunnel became even more cramped at this time, with gravel everywhere on the ground and choking dust filling the air. Owen had to recite a head-soaking spell to himself before he could breathe fresh air.

"Ever since Peter Pettigrew sneaked into the school from here, Sirius has blocked all the secret passages he knows." Harry also followed, chanting the Head Bubble Charm in a similar manner, and put his head on the huge The bubbles were comically distorted like a distorted mirror, "Professor Snape and I met Sirius halfway, and he led us to reopen the secret passage so that we could get there quickly..."

"But we didn't expect that a trap was set in the second half of the secret passage. It exploded halfway and we were almost buried in it..." Harry spoke quickly and explained to Owen what had happened previously.

Owen nodded and quickly told a brief story about his experience. Roughly speaking, he delayed it for a while by talking to Bellatrix, and then narrowly avoided the opponent's attack with the help of Nyx. After hearing someone coming from the secret passage, Bellatrix He ran away, blowing up the Shrieking Shack before leaving.

Snape listened to Owen's story without saying a word, and just looked at him deeply. Those dark eyes seemed to be able to see into the depths of people's souls. He clearly found clues of a fierce battle in the ruins, and the atmosphere of black magic was everywhere.

Owen just stared into his eyes quietly with his clear and bright emerald eyes, his expression firm and confident. In the end, Snape avoided his gaze with a sullen face, looking quite embarrassed.

They walked out of the secret passage and went straight to the school hospital. It didn't take much for Madam Pomfrey to detoxify Blaise and wake him up, but she had no solution for the Imperius Curse.

She sighed as she pulled Owen and Harry up and down and checked them again and again. After learning that Harry had endured a horrific ordeal, she covered her lips and exclaimed, her eyes red.

"You have to stay here for one night!" She forced the two of them onto the hospital bed. "What you need now is sleep."

Seeing Madam Pomfrey bring two cups of purple sleeping potion, Owen said pitifully: "But I'm hungry, ma'am."

"Oh, I forgot about this." Madam Pomfrey put the potion on the bedside cabinet and turned around to find food for them in a hurry. "Then you can have dinner here before going to bed... "

Owen exhaled softly, leaned lazily on the head of the bed, put his arms behind his head, and Melete lay on his chest. The body that had been tortured by the Cruciatus Curse was still aching, the muscles would always tremble unconsciously, and the whole body felt a little weak.

Harry sat next to him on the hospital bed, also looking listless. Although he felt no physical pain, the mental pain he experienced was still vivid in his mind.

"I'm sorry, Owen, I've caused trouble to you and Blaise again." He said dullly, turning to look at Blaise. Snape was using special means to ask the other party some questions, and Professor McGonagall and the others were surrounding him.

"Although this is indeed true, it is not your fault." Owen yawned and said calmly. He touched the scar on his forehead with his fingers and felt a little pain. Well, Harry's scar seems to be causing trouble all the time, and the guy is having a hard time.

He raised his left hand and looked at it. Now he could no longer feel the thin red thread connecting him to Harry. In fact, during the period when the body swap just occurred, he was still aware of the illusory red line. If he could trace the red line back to its origin at that time, he should be able to find its source.

It's a pity that he didn't have the time to do this at that time.

"Do we have to wait until the next body swap?" Owen thought lightly, rolling his eyes slightly. Although he doesn't really like this feeling, he's not particularly repelled either. He's always willing to try new things.

Harry twitched his lips at him, and there was more sunshine on his pale and handsome face. He lowered his head and tugged at a thread protruding from the cuff with his fingers, but pulled out a long red ribbon.

He tilted his head in confusion, and kept pulling the ribbon out, but it got longer and longer. In the blink of an eye, the crooked ribbon was almost covering his bed. When he finally encountered some resistance, he exerted a little force, and there was a "pop" sound, and a large piece of shiny colored paper and colorful ribbons spurted out from his cuffs.

The professors all heard the sound and looked over, looking at the colored paper scattered everywhere with expressions of disapproval. Madam Pomfrey, who was carrying a large plate of food, exclaimed softly and raised her eyebrows, but since Harry was a patient, she just shook her head and cleaned up the place.

Harry lowered his head in embarrassment and dug his toes into the mattress, his body covered in shiny pieces of paper. Owen glanced sideways at him, already thinking about how to kill him. The two of them ate delicious food, and the professors on the other side also got some clues from Blaise.

"Honeydukes." Snape's deep voice came from afar, "If nothing else, Zabini was under the Imperius Curse while Honeydukes was buying candy. The person who did it was the shop owner Frum, who asked Zabini to Beanie took Harry out of Hogwarts."

"We have to go to Honeydukes!" Professor McGonagall said hurriedly, "I don't believe Mr. and Mrs. Flume would do such a thing. They may also be controlled..."

They walked out of the ward while talking, and the footsteps gradually faded away. Madam Pomfrey settled Blaise, who fell asleep again, gave the two a few words of advice, and then returned to her office.

Owen felt a lot more relaxed as he chewed on the juicy steak. Harry stuffed a few mouthfuls of food randomly, lowered his head worriedly and played with his fingers for a while, and accidentally touched Owen's magic prop from his sleeve.

He asked a little embarrassedly: "Owen, can I see the props you hide on your body?" He felt that he needed to do something to distract his attention.

Owen squinted his eyes, watching Harry's absent-minded movements and his two little hands ready to move, and said speechlessly: "Remember to put them back in their original positions."

Harry's eyes lit up, he nodded quickly, and curiously studied the various strange props hidden on his body.

He first dug into the other cuff, pulled out two wands, and blinked, wondering whether they were real or fake. He carefully put the wand back, took out a realistic finger cot and a few special coins from his pocket, toyed with it over and over again, pulled out a delicate belt full of mechanisms around his waist, and took it out from under the collar. Pulled out a long handkerchief.

When he took out the shiny little hourglass from his collar, Owen raised his eyebrows suddenly and said, "Don't move this!"

"Huh?" Harry was stunned for a moment, his brain froze, but his fingers still instinctively fiddled with the small hourglass in accordance with the previous instructions.

In the blink of an eye, he disappeared from the hospital bed.

Owen couldn't help but roll his eyes, but thinking that it wouldn't be a big deal if Harry knew the secret of the time turner, he continued to eat the steak with peace of mind and fed Melete a piece of grilled fish.

The door to the ward was gently opened, and Harry sneakily ran in and sat back on his bed, his eyes widened and his expression extremely excited.

"You know what happened, right, Owen?" he said in a low voice excitedly. This is really a great secret. "I went back in time! It was a machine that can travel through time! I finally know how you do it. It’s time to take two classes at the same time.”

Owen raised his eyelids and nodded noncommittally.

"You didn't tell me at all!" Harry said excitedly, his previous depression completely gone. He felt like he was having a bizarre dream.

"I swear I won't tell anyone about this." Owen picked up a napkin and wiped his lips, then suddenly approached him and said with a half-smile: "You have to keep it a secret, Harry, otherwise I will I have to cast a forgetting spell on you."

Harry, who inexplicably felt that Owen had a sense of being a villain, quickly closed his mouth and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, but his dark eyes were bright.

Owen resumed his lazy posture and said casually: "I thought you would do something when you went back."

"At that time, I just felt stunned. You and Blaise next to you disappeared, and the sky outside the window became a little brighter. I thought I was in a hallucination. I wandered around the castle for a long time and tried many spells. Only then did I realize that I had gone back to about an hour ago." Harry scratched his head in embarrassment, "It was already a little late by then."

"I watched us walk out of the secret passage under the Whomping Willow, but I didn't go out..." he said. "I felt that if two of me appeared, we would cause big trouble."

"A very wise choice." Owen praised, staring unkindly at the hair on the top of the other person's head that was scratched and ridged.

Harry felt a chill on his back and quickly raised his hand to push down his raised hair.

Owen hugged his shoulders and explained the precautions for using the time turner in a calm tone, which made Harry break into a cold sweat.

Harry felt like he was really walking around the door of death.

But fear soon turned into excitement. It was a time machine that could travel to the past. He thought it could only exist in fantasy fairy tales, but he didn't expect it to be around him. This made him look forward to and yearning for the magical realm of magic even more.

Unknowingly, Owen was sitting next to him, picked up the long and thin gold chain, and hung it around his neck.

Facing Harry's puzzled gaze, he said with a smile: "Since you already know this secret, you can use it." As he said, he patted Melete's head, then picked up the small hourglass and turned it on It turned five times.

Feeling like they were going backwards rapidly, the two of them returned to five hours ago, when the sky outside was gray. Owen took off the chain around his neck and walked out of the campus hospital first.

"What are you going to do?" Harry followed.

"Go to bed," Owen said sleepily.

"Huh?" Harry looked at his back blankly, feeling that this guy was mentally ill. Why go all the way back in time to sleep?

"This way I can change my body back sooner." Owen raised his eyelids, "It's too inconvenient now."

"Is that so?" Harry raised his hand and touched his face, "Yes, I don't know why, but I always feel that your body is very cold, and there is a very depressing feeling..." The longer the time went by, the more obvious this feeling became, and he I felt like something was pressing down on my heart, and I felt like I was out of breath, like I was drowning in a frozen lake.

Owen turned around, put his hands behind his back, and looked at him deeply for a while, his eyes deep and meaningful. He slowly raised the corners of his mouth, and his voice was as light as a murmur in his sleep: "It's your illusion, Harry."

"Oh -" Harry suddenly said, "Maybe I'm not used to this."

Owen smiled and took Harry to the Room of Requirement and entered a room where he could sleep peacefully.

In this room with two large soft beds, the two climbed into their own beds. Harry, who was already very tired, quickly fell into sleep, while Owen lay on his back on the bed, quietly looking at the empty ceiling.

Under the firelight from the fireplace, he saw Harry frowning in his sleep, his pale face showing uneasiness and discomfort, as if he had fallen into an inescapable nightmare.

"Tsk." Owen tutted lightly. After all, his body has gone through several dark magic transformations, as well as the Revenge of Shadow to resist the curse and the Killing Mark to increase the magic power. He himself can ignore these effects, but it cannot be done by another person.

He got up from the bed, poured Harry a glass of purple sleeping potion, lowered his eyes and watched quietly as the other person's expression gradually calmed down and he fell into a peaceful sleep.

"Have sweet dreams," he whispered softly.

Owen returned to his bed, stretched out, and slowly closed his eyes. (End of chapter)