A broken Hogwarts

Irving returned to the campus hospital at the perfect time. Harry had just come from the Room of Requirement. Through the window of the ward, he could see the two people from the past using the time turner to disappear into the hospital bed.

"Where have you been?" The two of them tiptoed back to the ward, and Harry asked sitting on his bed.

"Going to meet an old friend." Owen smiled mysteriously, picked up Melete who was lying next to the pillow, and buried his cheek in the soft and warm down.

Harry stared at him for a while and frowned: "At this time...you are not chasing Bellatrix, are you?"

Owen raised his head and glanced at him in surprise, raised his eyebrows, and said nothing. This guy is quite perceptive. It's getting harder and harder to fool him... Well, he's just too lazy to fool him.

"You know how dangerous this is!" Harry grabbed his hair with a headache, his eyes showing a hint of helplessness and condemnation. He should have thought that Owen's bad temper would make him reckless. Sure enough, the Sorting Hat was blind when he sorted this guy into Slytherin.

At this time, Madam Pomfrey came in, took away the food in front of their hospital bed, pointed to the sleeping potion on the bedside table and urged: "Drink the potion quickly and have a good sleep."

"Uh... Madam, I don't need to sleep anymore..." Harry twitched the corner of his mouth, not caring about Owen for the time being. He had slept enough and was still a little hungry.

"You need to take a good rest, child. It will help you forget those bad things." Madam Pomfrey stared at the two of them closely until she saw them each drink up the potion, and then left with satisfaction.

Owen looked at Harry with a funny look, then yawned under the influence of the potion, and soon fell into a deep sleep. Meleta lazily turned over, slowly climbed onto Owen's chest, rested her head on his neck and closed her eyes.

It was a deep sleep, and when they woke up, it was already the next morning. The two obviously failed to attend the Halloween party and missed the follow-up of the incident.

Fortunately, there was another person involved who could tell them what happened next.

Blaise sat dejectedly on his hospital bed, looking at the storm outside the window with a melancholy expression, and his bright eyes that were always a little cynical dimmed.

"So, are you really well?" Harry asked slightly hesitantly, not daring to approach him for a long time. Blaise's crazy look yesterday left him with a bit of a psychological shadow.

"Well, I've woken up..." Blaise said listlessly, his hair hanging limply, "Honeydukes' boss used the Imperius Curse on me. After he was caught, the professors Let him loose his hold on me.”

"But that guy is not having a good time. I heard all the professors' conversation. Mr. Flume, the boss of Honeydukes, encountered Bellatrix when he left Hogsmeade to pick up the goods, and then he was read He was exposed to the Imperius Curse. After that, he worked for Bellatrix and helped her sneak into Hogsmeade..."

"Didn't the dementors find anything?" Harry hugged his shoulders and exhaled heavily.

"Don't have any hope for them. Dementors are all blind. Although they can sense people's emotions and life status, they can only distinguish a few people at most. Don't expect them to be able to tell who is who." Owen organized slowly. Collar said lazily, "Besides, they only patrol Hogsmeade at night. As long as you leave before night comes, you won't be discovered by them."

"Then what on earth did the Ministry of Magic send them to do?" Harry's mouth twitched and he said speechlessly.

"Well, a buffet?" Owen thought carefully.

Harry and Blaise rolled their eyes in unison. With such a Ministry of Magic, I feel like the wizarding world will end sooner or later.
"Anyway, Mr. Froome has been sent to St. Mungo's Hospital overnight. The Imperius Curse on him is difficult to remove." Blaise spread his hands, "I was hit by the curse when I was buying something in the store. Owen, not long after you left Honeydukes. That guy probably heard me saying that I wanted to bring candy to Harry..."

"I think you can keep a low profile from now on..." Harry didn't know what expression to make. Although he was the one who suffered later, Blaise also ended up half-dead. In short, both of them were miserable.

"I don't understand, why did he choose me out of so many of us?" Blaise grabbed his hair frantically, looked at Harry, and then at Owen, his expression dejected and annoyed, "Why?" Me again? Do I look like I could easily be used against my friends?"

"You can change your mind, Blaise, maybe you're just particularly unlucky?" Owen said slowly.

"...Thank you, I was not comforted at all." Blaise looked as ugly as if he had swallowed a whole bowl of slugs.

"It's over now, don't think too much about it." Harry reassured.

The three people walked out of the campus hospital and just entered the auditorium. The people eating breakfast became silent for a moment, and everyone cast worried and curious glances at them.

A buzz of discussion ensued, and under the gazes of substantial eyes, they came to sit down at the Slytherin table, and received questions full of worry and concern from their friends.

The three of them had to pick up some tellable situations and talk about them in general. Even though they had omitted some of the horrific experiences that would frighten children, Draco still turned pale after listening to them. Daphne wrung her fingers nervously, with a focused and serious expression as if she was listening to a terrifying but fascinating ghost story.

"That's so cool!" When she heard that Harry and Owen had finally escaped from death in a thrilling way, Pansy blushed excitedly and clenched her fists, but after catching a glimpse of Draco's pale little face, Pansy His face changed, he covered his heart with a horrified expression and changed his words in his throat: "It's so scary..."

"Don't be afraid, that woman will definitely not dare to come again." Draco comforted in a low voice, as if he was afraid of being heard by someone. Pansy nodded repeatedly, trying her best to suppress the corners of her mouth that couldn't help but turn up.

Harry and Owen squinted at them with unusually synchronized expressions, and Daphne couldn't help covering her mouth in laughter. Blaise was still in a low mood. He was gnashing his teeth and stabbing the fried eggs on the plate with a fork. His whole body was enveloped in a low pressure, as if he was going to die with the enemy in the next moment.

After breakfast, the three of them were called into Professor McGonagall's office. Sirius and Snape were both here, standing far away from each other with identical expressions of disgust on their faces. Professor McGonagall looked a little helpless.

In a peaceful atmosphere, Professor McGonagall invited everyone to sit around a round table and drink tea. He asked amiably about the complete process and details of yesterday's accident as if it were a family affair, and his attitude changed from his usual seriousness. , comforting and encouraging them kindly.

Under Snape's deep gaze, Owen took off his hands cleanly in a few words, claiming that Bellatrix did not do it again after learning that he and Harry had swapped bodies. Finally, after the professors He blew up the Shrieking Shack before arriving and fled.

After looking at Owen's confident and unfeigned look, Harry closed his eyes and lowered his head without trying to discredit him.

Owen's approach was wise, because he was just a little frightened. After learning the news, the Shafiqs did not rush to the school to arrest him, but only sent him a letter with concern and advice. Perhaps they are also accustomed to Irving doing things to test their hearts from time to time.

Blaise's mother, Mrs. Zabini, arrived at Hogwarts early in the morning. Her beautiful face was painted with exquisite makeup, and while wiping away tears, she hugged the reluctant Blaise and kissed his cheek. The mother and son left the office together.

Harry and Sirius greeted each other, and the two of them quickly said goodbye and went out, followed by Professor Snape, who had remained calm and silent throughout the whole process. Owen stayed here to continue drinking tea for a while, discussing the topic of transfiguration with Professor McGonagall. He liked this office very much. Although the space was small, it was warm. The black tea in the cup had a special and charming aroma. The most important thing was that the sensible cats also wanted to comfort him. They are no longer as aloof as before, and they gather around Owen one after another, petting and hugging him.

When the time was almost up, Owen left with some reluctance. Professor McGonagall watched him go out reservedly. In fact, she was a little reluctant to leave, because Owen's outstanding performance in transfiguration aroused her desire to teach, and some of the whimsical ideas he casually said also inspired him.

Owen walked along the stairs to the first floor and happened to meet Mrs. Zabini who had already touched up her makeup. Blaise is no longer with her, probably hiding far away.

"Ah, little Owen, are you okay? I heard from Blaise that you were also frightened yesterday..." Mrs. Zabini flipped up her golden wavy hair, her every move was careless but charming.

"I'm fine, ma'am. Where did Brace go?" Owen smiled politely.

"He ran to play with his friends in a hurry. Alas, the older he gets, the less cute he becomes." Mrs. Zabini looked distressed, and her eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Owen chatted with her for a while while maintaining the correct etiquette, and then said as if unintentionally: "I heard Blaise said that during the summer vacation, Madam, your family heirloom was stolen?"

"Haha, there is no family heirloom, it's just a special gem." Mrs. Zabini covered her lips and laughed, looking like she didn't care at all.

"Really? Blaise told me that it was a key that could unlock the treasure." Owen blinked curious eyes.

Mrs. Zabini looked at him with bright eyes, suddenly raised her hand and pinched his cheek quickly, and after Owen took a step back to avoid it, she said with a smile: "That's just a story passed down from our ancestors. This gem is related to a cursed, forbidden relic that should never be opened... But, no one knows where that so-called relic is."

"Speaking of which, those little thieves must have gone after that gem. I just jokingly told this story to everyone at a banquet, and then I was targeted." Mrs. Zabini said nonchalantly. His fingertips rubbed his sexy lips, "Maybe someone really found the ruins and tried to open it? But I don't think that would be a good thing."

"So, don't even think about playing a treasure hunt like this. Who knows whether what you find will be a treasure or a disaster?"

"Oh, I should go back. Goodbye, little Owen." Mrs. Zabini winked at Owen, and then walked towards the gate of the castle. It seemed that she really didn't care about the sapphire, and even had the attitude of fearing that the world would be in chaos and wanted to see others suffer misfortune.

Owen thoughtfully rubbed his sore face and whispered softly: "A cursed and forbidden relic?"

On the other side, Harry left Sirius' office, his hands filled with all kinds of candies and snacks, and his belly bulging. He felt that sooner or later he would become like Crabbe and Goyle, Sirius was really a good pig.

He walked slowly down the stairs, and soon there was a rush of footsteps behind him. He turned his head and glanced upstairs, and found that Professor Snape was descending the stairs like a big bat. His black hair, which had become greasy again after a brief period of flowing grace, remained unchanged on both sides of his face all year round, looking sallow. The expression on his face was extremely gloomy.

Harry greeted him politely, and was a little curious as to why the Dean had become so gloomy again, and Sirius didn't even meet him. But he also had the good sense not to get into trouble.

Snape just nodded his chin gloomily and frowned even more. I had just been so angry at the guy in the principal's office who was so angry that he didn't even want to move. After seeing Harry's face, he felt even worse.

The two of them walked downstairs in silence, and the atmosphere was awkwardly silent. Snape frowned and thought, and suddenly said: "Tell me about the dark shadow that chased you yesterday, Potter."

"Huh? Well, that big dog's shadow is not actually chasing me, it's here to kill Owen." Harry said, his expression becoming solemn, "I think it might be the legendary 'ominous'..."

He told some of the information he got from Owen, fully expecting the dean to come up with a solution. But Snape just nodded calmly, with a deep and unpredictable expression on his face.

They were silent for a long time, and Harry felt like there were ants crawling all over him in embarrassment. He coughed lightly and broke the silence again: "Well, I'm sorry for causing trouble to you yesterday, Professor. And, thank you..."

Snape's empty black eyes glanced at him in surprise, his head tilted back slightly, and he said in a mocking tone: "I didn't know that the Potter children would actually say thank you to me."

Harry took a deep breath and clenched his fists slightly. Ever since the day the dean swapped bodies with Sirius, Professor Snape had always been irritable and irritable towards him, finding fault with him everywhere, and he was somewhat used to it.

"I don't know what kind of grudges you have with Sirius, but I have my own judgment, sir." Harry looked at Professor Snape sincerely with his emerald green eyes, sincerely wanting to ease the relationship with him. Relationship, "You have helped me many times, and I should certainly thank you. In my opinion, you have always been a good professor."

Thinking of the Headmaster's usual behavior, Harry's words truly meant it. Professor Snape would always keep a vigilant eye on those suspicious characters who sneak into Hogwarts. He would also rush to the rescue when he was in danger, and would not hesitate to step forward when the students were in crisis...

In his eyes, Professor Snape had always been a cold-hearted person, always pretending to be indifferent and speaking insincerely. According to Owen, this is called tsundere.

After meeting Harry's sincere eyes, Snape looked away without saying a word. Harry noticed that the corner of the other person's mouth twitched slightly, as if showing a fleeting smile, and it seemed that it was just a twitch, but the frown was slightly relaxed.

"Don't expect me to give you extra points in the final exam because of this, Potter. I advise you to give up those boring thoughts." Snape said smoothly, and the cynicism was much lighter.

"No need." Harry grinned. Seeing that the dean's attitude softened, he felt a lot more relaxed and his mind became more active.

"If I have to say that I have some small thoughts..." He pondered for a moment and put on the innocent expression that Owen often used. "Can you stop embarrassing Neville, Professor?"

Snape seemed to glare at him fiercely, his expression returned to his original gloomy and unpredictable expression, and he said lazily: "I have never had much patience with idiots."

Harry smiled coquettishly: "Neville is not stupid, he is just nervous easily."

Their topic was exhausted, so the two fell silent, and then separated in the dungeon.

But in the next few days, Harry discovered that Professor Snape did not target Neville in Potions class as before. Neville was flattered by this, and his usual behavior improved a lot.

Of course, Professor Snape still deducted points from Gryffindor equally, breaking Hermione's mentality on a daily basis. Harry felt that this would not change even if Hogwarts exploded on the spot.

No matter what, Harry cherished such peaceful days. (End of chapter)