A broken Hogwarts

The Room of Requirement is always warm and quiet, and the flame in the fireplace is quietly blooming with a soft warm light, swaying gently and aimlessly.

The alarm clock rang on time five hours later, waking Owen up from his sleep. He got up from the bed sleepily, glanced at his palms with squinted eyes, and then raised his hand to touch the hard stubble on the top of his head.

"I haven't changed it back yet..." Owen muttered, climbed out of bed in a daze, found the time turner from Harry who was still sleeping, and put the chain around his neck five more times. .

Time quickly reversed, and the body floated lightly as if riding on the wind, then landed leisurely after a moment.

Owen shook his head and dragged Harry, who was sleeping like a dead pig, out of the Room of Requirement. Then he walked back and forth three times by the wall and entered a new room that emerged, so as not to meet his past self.

He threw Harry on a bed and sat on the bed next to him. The firelight from the fireplace cast a long slanting shadow on the wall for him. Harry murmured inaudibly, turned over and continued to sleep.

Owen lay on his back on the bed, put his hands behind his head, stared straight at the dark ceiling, and suddenly breathed out softly. It was really uncomfortable for him to stay in this body. He always felt like he was squeezed into a small space. Fortunately, the pain in his body had gradually subsided.

The sleepiness had completely dissipated, and he began to think about his experience in the Shrieking Shack. He raised his right hand and held it in front of his eyes.

"It seems that this body exchange is really an exchange of souls..." He squinted his eyes and thought, "The difference in the body will affect the strength of the magic power and also interfere with the smoothness of the spell. In addition, based on The flying spell and phoenix flames on the body cannot be cast, but the black devil guard is not affected at all..."

"It seems that my original transformation of it made it completely become a magic in the soul realm, and it is inseparably connected with my soul. This also means that the influence of the Black Demon Guard on me is much more profound than I imagined. " Owen thought without any expression, and his mood was so calm that there was no ups and downs at all.

"But it's also a good thing. At least the Black Devil Guard has more potential than I expected." He stretched out and tried to sink into the wall space.

After discovering that he had entered the pure white space without any hindrance, Owen was not surprised. He would have been extremely surprised if he could not enter because he had changed his body.

He sat in the armchair in front of the desk and began to think about improvements to the Iron Armor Curse. From time to time, he would communicate with Tom Riddle in the diary, and then speed up the time flow in the diary, thus getting an intelligent assistant with accelerated thinking.

Unfortunately, Owen discovered that Tom was lazy, and even time acceleration was not efficient. But this is normal. After all, he has no wages to pay Tom, and workers who are prostituted for free will go on strike.

Owen has recently been learning to become a qualified evil boss and is trying to find ways to motivate Tom to work.

Two or three hours passed by in a flash, and in a daze, Owen blinked his eyes, and suddenly found himself lying on a soft and warm bed, with a dark room in front of him.

"The exchange came over." He suddenly realized.

"Huh?" Harry made a confused sound of surprise and sat up from the bed. He looked around like a goose. He looked like he was sleepy.

Owen stretched out comfortably, with a satisfied smile on his lips. He felt comfortable using his own body.

He got up and lit the lamp, slowly and tidying up his appearance, then sat at the table and started boiling water for tea. Harry looked at him confused and raised his hand to mess up his hair.

"How long have I been asleep?" Harry was confused as to why he woke up so quickly.

"More than eight hours." Owen took out a small bag of black tea from his pocket.

"Oh -" Harry came over slowly and his eyes suddenly widened, "Oh no! We disappeared from the campus hospital for so long, the professors will be anxious!"

"It doesn't matter, I went back five hours while you were asleep." Owen said lazily, covering his lips and yawning widely. The sleeping potion given to Harry before was a little too much, which made him feel sleepy now.

"How does the time turner work?" Harry asked with a question mark on his forehead.

"Yeah." Owen responded perfunctorily and got a teacup for the other party.

The next time, the two of them sat at the table and drank black tea for a while, and then they finally woke up.

Harry recovered from the pain caused by the Cruciatus Curse, became energetic again, and began to review his previous encounters.

He told Owen about his experience, and at the end he couldn't help but complain: "Who knew the kind of person Voldemort was? He didn't even know how to treat his loyal followers well? Why are there still people willing to follow him? ah?"

Owen held his stomach and laughed so hard that he almost died.

"I wonder how Blaise is doing and how long it will take for him to recover." Harry ignored Owen who was smiling so blindly that he couldn't even see his eyebrows. He said to himself, "And the boss of Honeydukes... I don't know how they are doing now. ”

"You just know how to laugh." He looked at Owen angrily, and suddenly his face became serious, "What's going on with your body? I really felt something was wrong before, and I was in a very gloomy mood... …”

Owen stopped laughing and blinked his bright eyes innocently: "It's probably the sequelae of body swapping."

"Do you think I haven't experienced body swapping before?" At this point, Harry's face turned red. It was obvious that he felt extremely embarrassed when he recalled that kind of thing. "I didn't feel like this at that time. .”

"Maybe my body is more resistant to rejection." Owen tasted the black tea in an elegant and calm manner, and explained to Harry the rejection reaction in Muggle surgery in a serious manner.

Harry listened with his shoulders crossed, his eyebrows raised higher and higher. He looked very much like Hermione's stern look when she found out her friends had done something wrong and refused to admit it.

"You won't do anything to you, right?" When Owen stopped talking, Harry suddenly said, his emerald green eyes showing a deep dark green under the dim light, "Dark magic or something?"

"Oh? Which aspect are you referring to?" Owen slowly put down the tea cup in his hand and looked at him with a smile.

"I'm not a fool, Owen. You don't think that after studying with Mr. Dumbledore for so long, I won't make any progress at all." Harry raised his hands and grabbed his hair, looking distressed and uneasy, "I can tell the difference clearly. That's the difference, Owen."

Owen blinked slowly, crossed his fingers on the table, and looked at him with interest.

Harry took out his wand from his pocket, stared into Owen's eyes, and said slowly: "I think if I use the flashback spell on it, I should be able to see a lot of things, right?"

Owen looked at him for a while, then suddenly narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Actually, the flashback spell is not that reliable. For example, I can teach you a method..."

He flicked his right hand quickly and his wand appeared in his palm. He pointed the tip of his wand exactly at the tip of Harry's wand, and said softly and with a slight smile: "Erase the Precurse."

A bit of crystal white light lit up where the wands met and disappeared in a flash. Owen smiled and took back the wand in his hand, and said in a playful tone: "As long as there is another wand, it is not difficult to erase the records of past spells in the wand. How about it, have you learned it?"

Harry opened his mouth blankly, confused by this guy's outrageous operation. Have you ever destroyed evidence in front of others?

"You admitted it!" he said.

"There's nothing hard to admit." Owen picked up the teacup again and said nonchalantly, "Don't you already know that?"

Harry suddenly became discouraged and said dullly: "I just... I just don't want you to get into too deep. That's not a good thing..."

"I'm measured." Owen smiled at him, his expression soft and determined.

Harry stared at him silently and said nothing for a long time. In his eyes, Irving has always looked so confident, never seeming to lose his position at any time, and always giving people an incomparable sense of peace of mind at critical moments.

He has always admired this, but now that he thinks about it, Owen is only the same age as himself. Maybe Irving just hides his emotions very well. He can also be nervous and flustered, confused and take the wrong path, and he can also give up on himself...

Harry couldn't help but reflect. He seemed to be confused by this illusion of strength. He didn't realize Owen's mentality, and ignored that Owen also needed the help and comfort of friends...

He should spend more time with Owen and watch him more to prevent him from being too addicted to black magic. He didn't want to drift away from his best friend.

Thinking of this, Harry looked at Owen with more guilt and concern. He tried to slow down his tone and said: "Owen, can I practice magic spells with you in the future?"

"Huh?" Owen looked at Harry's extremely complicated expression and was a little confused by the chaotic thoughts in his eyes. For the first time, he couldn't understand this guy's thoughts, and he didn't understand what suspicious things Harry had in mind.

Harry's expression became gentler, exuding a warm and tender feeling like chocolate: "I want to learn about dark magic from you. What you told me before was right, and Mr. Dumbledore also told me so. To deal with black magic, you must first understand it..."

"You can read by yourself." Owen said with a chill and a headache. He found it troublesome.

"But just reading is not enough, right? It would be very dangerous for me to think about it myself." Harry looked at him pitifully and began to feel miserable. Even if he was willing to show off his face, he still had to keep an eye on Irving.

Owen tilted his head and looked at him for a while, then the corner of his mouth twitched: "Are you coveting my time turner?"

Harry was stunned for a moment, he had just thought of this. But thinking about the effect of the time turner, he admitted that he was indeed... greedy.

Thinking of this, his face suddenly turned red. He really didn't make this request just to use the time turner.

"No! I promised Professor McGonagall that the time turner will never be used by others." Owen refused righteously, shaking his feet slightly in a relaxed mood.

"Okay." Harry rolled his eyes and had a new idea in his mind.

Owen finished the black tea in the cup, took out his pocket watch, took a look at it, and said, "I have to go out. You can stay here and see you in the school hospital later."

With that said, he hurried out of the room, ignoring Harry calling after him. He couldn't stand Harry's weird eyes that were thinking about incredible things, it was so weird.

After skillfully reciting the Disillusionment Charm to himself, it didn't take long for Owen to return to the Slytherin common room. He sat in the lounge for a while, paying attention to the ticking hands of his pocket watch. When the time was almost up, he walked directly to the dormitory.

There was no one in the dormitory, not even Nyx. Owen quickly put on a loose black robe, then dug out a bottle of polyjuice potion in his suitcase, took out a piece of hair from a small paper bag and threw it in.

He got this hair during the summer vacation. It belonged to a member of the Exorcist Order, who was currently in prison in Azkaban.

Owen frowned and drank the polyjuice potion that turned into grass green in one gulp. He gasped sadly and turned into an adult wizard. He covered his face with a hood, sat at the table and waited for a while. With a soft "whoosh" sound, Nyx flew out of the flames and landed on a perch nearby, tilted The beautiful head stared at him in confusion.

"Thank you for your hard work, Nyx." Owen smiled and touched its feathers, then stretched out his left hand. Nyx raised a shiny black paw and placed a small crystal bottle filled with blood in his palm.

This was Bellatrix's blood that he had collected, and it was still slightly warm. For skilled wizards, blood is a very important medium. Especially fresh blood can not only be used to cast curses, but can also be used for tracking!

"The previous tied-down duel had no winner. Now it's time to meet Bellatrix again. I hope she will like this surprise." Owen smiled expectantly, with a hint of teasing in his low voice. , "Of course, this time it's for peace."

He raised his arm, and Nyx flew up telepathically, grabbing his arm and disappearing in a ball of black flames.

They stepped out of the flames in the forest outside Hogsmeade. Owen asked Nyx to leave first, and then waved his wand, causing the blood in the bottle to clump into a ball and levitate, turning into a blood-red mist before his eyes. Pointing in a certain direction.

"Huh? She didn't leave too far?" Owen raised his left eyebrow and disappeared with a "pop".

After apparating several times to adjust his position, he stood on the roof of a house made of gray-black bricks and looked down at the narrow, dark alley below.

This is a remote area of ​​a Muggle town, not too far from Hogsmeade. Many of the surrounding houses are abandoned, there is a lot of garbage piled up in the alleys, smoke is rising from the chimneys of a few houses, and the occasional barking of cats and dogs can be heard in the dark alleys.

Owen looked at the low house opposite and could tell at a glance that it was the home of a wizard who lived in seclusion among Muggles. The decoration of the doors, windows and yard seemed ordinary to wizards, but to Muggles it seemed unconventional. Therefore, most of the surrounding neighbors had moved away, leaving only the dark house standing in place dejectedly.

Now this house may have been occupied by doves. Judging from Bellatrix's current state, it's clear that her life after escaping from prison was not bad. Facts have proved that as long as the wizard's moral level is lower, even if he is wanted by the whole country, it is difficult to look like the embarrassment in Sirius's original work.

Owen thought for a while and simply sat on the edge of the roof, hanging his legs under the eaves. He pulled out a piece of parchment from his pocket, scrawled a few lines on it, and slowly folded it into a paper airplane.

After cleaning up the traces he had left on it, he waved his wand and made the paper plane turn in mid-air, and then flew lightly into the slightly open window of the opposite house.

As a friendly visitor, it is necessary to send a properly worded greeting.

Less than ten seconds later, the door of the house opposite opened with a bang, and three figures rushed out, pointing their wands at Owen, who was sitting high up.

Bellatrix was still wearing the black robe that was tattered by the flames, and had a bandage on the area where Owen had injured her. After all, wounds caused by black magic were not so easy to be completely healed. She held the parchment given by Owen in her left hand, and held the wand high in her right hand, baring her teeth like an aggressive mad dog.

Standing next to her were two wizards, a man and a woman. They were probably the original owners of this house, and they must have been under the Imperius Curse.

"Ha..." Owen calmly put his right leg on his left leg, looked at the three people below him condescendingly, hugged his shoulders and chuckled, "It's not polite to point a wand at a visitor. My dear lady."

"Who are you?" Bellatrix obviously had no interest in talking nonsense to him, so she asked directly, with an aggressive tone. The wand in her hand was still pointed steadily at Owen.

"Ah, I forgot to introduce myself, I'm so sorry." Owen patted his forehead, looking ashamed as if he just remembered this, "My name is Benny Smith, from the Aether Society."

Having said this, Owen had a playful smile on his lips hidden under his hood. Since the negotiation between Owen Shafik and Bellatrix failed, he would change his identity and continue the negotiation. As long as he could reach a consensus, he would be able to create a foolproof opportunity to deal with the other party.

Facing such a lunatic who ran away quickly and ignored him when he went crazy, Irving already had a deep understanding of how difficult the opponent was. To deal with her, you must hit her with a fatal blow so that she cannot escape, and you must also be careful about being pulled to death by her.

The reason why they want to use the identity of the Aether Society is because the other party should have some plot against this organization. If you have a plan, you can be exploited.

Sure enough, after hearing the name "Aether Society", Bellatrix's eyes suddenly lit up, as if a passionate flame was ignited, her back was slightly arched, and her expression was filled with eager malice. .

Of course she had heard about this organization from Peter Pettigrew, and she also knew that the Dark Lord wanted the Philosopher's Stone in their hands.

"It seems that you have heard of us." Owen put his chin in his hand and smiled, "That's right. More than a year ago, we seemed to have inadvertently ruined your master's resurrection plan. I am extremely sorry for this..."

"Actually, that's not our original intention." He spread his hands helplessly, "We don't care whether the Dark Lord can be resurrected, we just need the Philosopher's Stone."

"You want to resurrect your master, right?" Owen played with the wand in his hand, and the smile on his face hidden under the hood deepened, "Then, how about we make a deal?"

"What deal?" Bellatrix licked her lips and slowly changed the position of her feet, as if looking for the best angle to launch an attack.

"We can provide you with part of the elixir." Owen put the wand against his cheek, his voice low and hoarse, "But you have to exchange Harry Potter, um, alive."

"Oh?" Bellatrix raised her eyebrows.

"This deal is fair, right? You want to use the elixir to resurrect the Dark Lord, and we want to get Harry Potter. I'll pay you, and you'll do the hard work," Owen said shrewdly.

"Would you like to see the Dark Lord resurrected?"

"I said, the resurrection of the Dark Lord is an insignificant matter to us." Owen said lazily, "The elixir of life is a renewable resource for us. And we need a living Harry Potter is far more important to us as a subject."

"Well, you have to be considerate of me." He sighed and complained endlessly, "I was unlucky to be assigned such a thankless task. Although it was well-paid, it was very dangerous. Last year, the three of them did it. They failed to capture Harry Potter, and Hogwarts is so heavily defended this year..."

"It must be Lilith, the female dragon, who put on my little shoes." Owen cursed in a possessed manner, then coughed lightly and said, "I care more about my life. Since you can remove Harry Potter from If you get it done once in Hogwarts, it shouldn't be difficult the second time, right? It makes sense for me to hire you, right?"

"Of course..." Bellatrix said mid-sentence, waving her wand at him without any warning, "Cruciato!"

The two people beside her also attacked Owen at the same time. Three magic spells of different colors streaked across the dark sky, hitting Owen on the roof like lightning.

With a soft "pop" sound, the figures on the roof dissipated like bubbles. Under the cover of the dark sky, the three people on the ground never realized that what was on the roof was just a phantom.

Owen's figure emerged next to the broken phantom, and said in a helpless tone: "Are you really going to take action?"

As he spoke, he suddenly waved the wand in his hand, and lightless darkness enveloped a large area below. He then jumped onto the platform next to him, relying on the advantage of the height to hide himself, and continued to release the magic spell below.

By the time the thick ink-like darkness was dispelled, the ground below was already covered by black thorns growing wantonly and bone-chilling frost. The wizard was tied tightly with thorns, and his skin was cut with countless wounds. The cursed stings made his struggle more and more weak.

Bellatrix waved her wand widely, and dark red flames surged toward Owen. They turned into man-eating monsters, coming overwhelmingly with scorching heat and vicious curses.

"Great!" Owen shouted enthusiastically, his eyes reflecting the gorgeous and enchanting brilliance. He waved his magic wand, and the bright purple flames turned into wild phoenixes and fire dragons, biting towards the dark red flame monster.

Li Huo vs. Li Huo!

The two colors of flames faced each other tit for tat, and seemed to turn the sky into red and purple. The scorching heat shot straight to the sky, baking people's hair into curls.

Owen hid behind the eaves and raised his wand high. The surrounding abandoned houses made rumbling sounds as he moved, opening and closing doors and windows as if they came to life, and several dark black stone arms stretched out from the walls, slapping over them overwhelmingly.

Taking advantage of the opportunity when the two people on the ground were dodging like swatted flies, Owen saw the right moment and shot a tricky Cruciatus Curse, hitting Bellatrix who was in an awkward position.

Seeing that she couldn't dodge, Bellatrix fiercely grabbed the witch next to her and blocked her in front of her. In a burst of hysterical howls, Bellatrix quickly jumped behind a wall, and a magic spell bounced between those huge arms, causing them to shatter into powder all over the sky.

"It's so hard to kill..." Owen couldn't help but grind his teeth. He licked his lips, his eyes covered with a thick and ominous black mist, and said loudly: "Do you want to continue, my dear lady? Now you should understand whether I am qualified to trade with you, right?"

"Give me the elixir first." Bellatrix's rough voice came from the smoke.

In just a moment, calm returned here. The fierce flames entangled in the sky were extinguished into sparks, and the thorns and frost on the ground disappeared.

"That's not fair, cunning lady." Owen said with a smile, "I don't do business at a loss."

"Then I will kill Harry Potter," Bellatrix threatened.

"You talk like you can kill him easily." Owen mocked, "Stop playing these childish tricks, ma'am. If I turn around and get in your way, it will be difficult for you, right?"

"I just want to make the task easier, so I proposed this win-win deal. It's not good to push too far." He said softly, "You can think about it, Harry Potter will die in our hands." It’s not much different, so why insist on killing him?”

Bellatrix was silent for a long time, and then said rudely: "Okay, I promise you! But I need some time."

Owen smiled secretly, took out a special Aether Society badge from his pocket, and threw it towards the other party: "If you are ready, you can contact me through this."

"Oh, one more thing, you have to pay attention to the little wizard named Owen Shafik next to Harry Potter." He added seemingly unintentionally.

"I was just about to settle the score with him," Bellatrix said hoarsely, with hatred in her teeth.

"Owen Shafik...he is not simple." Owen raised his eyebrows and said with emotion, "Perhaps you don't know, he is the protector arranged by Dumbledore around Harry Potter, and also One of Harry Potter's most trusted people."

"He has a powerful force that belies his age, no less powerful than you and me. His family power cannot be underestimated. He also has some kind of protection from Dumbledore. He is a very difficult guy." Owen said in a deep voice, "I don't know why. , Dumbledore valued him very much, almost as much as Harry Potter."

"To be honest, he ruined a lot of things for us and seriously interfered with our plans for Harry Potter. He is also a target we must get rid of."

After hearing the words "Dumbledore's protection", Bellatrix frowned.

"Actually, we have already planned to get rid of him within this year, but if you are willing to do it for us, we will be happy to see it happen." Irving continued in a brisk tone, looking lazy and relieved.

"We can cooperate on this matter." Bellatrix changed her words without a smile.

"Tsk, then I have to carefully consider whether to accept your participation." Owen also said with a fake smile, "If you get information about him, you can contact me through the badge."

Bellatrix smiled coldly and directed the witch beside her to pick up the badge with the cross-star eye pattern on the ground, and then decisively apparated away, leaving the man who had fainted under the curse of thorns. The witch was left where he was.

Owen silently watched the other party's figure disappear, thinking expressionlessly: "Next time I have to learn the apparation tracking spell no matter what..."

In this negotiation, both parties seemed to have reached a consensus, but in fact they were perfunctory and prevaricating. No one intended to fulfill the terms of the deal. In the end, a seemingly inseparable and extremely fragile connection was formed, and they could turn against each other at any time.

But for Irving, that was enough.

He looked up at the sky where the storm was brewing, and disappeared with a "pop" before the surrounding Muggles and Ministry of Magic employees who were handling emergencies arrived. (End of chapter)