A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 77

In the corridors of Hogwarts late at night, the light was extremely dim, and even all sounds seemed to be swallowed by the darkness in the corner.

After having a pleasant conversation with the three ghost pen pals for a while, as the night darkened, Owen had to say goodbye to the interesting ghosts and rush back to the dormitory with his friends.

The carnival of the ghosts is still going on, and this grand event will probably last all night, after all, the ghosts don't get tired.But Owen and the others had to go back to rest, because the group was caught by Professor Snape.Snape, who was made angry by Dumbledore, mercilessly put everyone in confinement. Even Owen, who had asked for leave in advance, was given an extra day of confinement by him for taking the lead in violating school rules.

Well, it's really gratifying to have no points deducted.

On the way back to the common room, Owen remained silent, thinking about his own problems.There was no doubt that his plan to kill Voldemort before Halloween was about to change.If he couldn't fix his own problems, he'd better hope that Quirrell would stay alive before Voldemort returned to his ghost state and possessed him.

"I can guarantee that the ghosts of the whole country may come! I saw several characters in the book!"

"At least Professor Binns from the History of Magic should not have come to participate. I think he probably hasn't realized that he is dead yet..."

Along the way, the little wizards chatted excitedly about what they had seen and heard about the party. Although it was not a pleasant experience for them, it was also something worth showing off.Only Bryce was still unsatisfied, turning his head and looking back reluctantly.

Draco was shivering from the cold, his pale face had a tinge of blue, even his lips were pale, and even Goyle was listless from the cold, desperately stuffing candy into his mouth to replenish his energy.

During the party, the thinly dressed Draco refused to leave. He politely refused the robe that Pansy offered with a blushing face, and got into Goyle's cloak. In the end, both of them were frozen to death .

"Ah--" he sneezed, then wiped his nose and asked, "Harry, what did Dumbledore say to you alone tonight?"

"Huh? Mr. Dumbledore asked me to go to his office next Saturday night." Harry said anxiously, and he didn't know what the headmaster wanted to see him for.He began to think about whether he had done too much recently, and was afraid that he would receive a notice to expel him from school.

"Wow, a one-on-one meeting with Dumbledore? That's Dumbledore!" Blaise exaggerated.

"Maybe he likes you and wants to teach you alone." Daphne also said longingly.

"Hmph, you'd better watch out, my dad said Dumbledore was old enough to go nuts," Draco drawled, his chin raised haughtily.

Owen also glanced at Harry unexpectedly. Why did he think that Dumbledore wanted to explain his funeral?But Harry is too young now, isn't he going to bear the burden of life early?
A group of people talked and laughed and returned to the lounge, and then went back to sleep.

As the sun slowly rises from the horizon and sprinkles the earth with brilliant golden brilliance, the night belonging to the ghosts passes away quietly.

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The next few days were uneventful, and the students were still moaning and sighing at the difficulty of Transfiguration, wandering off their minds in the History of Magic class.Professor Snape is still venomous and obsessed with making things difficult for Gryffindor students, especially Neville. Peeves is still trying to reveal the secrets in Quirrell's head, making Quirrell exhausted like a street mouse every day.

Owen pressed his own plan, and while searching for all possible helpful information in Ravenclaw's secret room, he calmly waited for Halloween to approach day by day.

Three days before Halloween, Owen sat by the window of a classroom, silently looking at the newly received invitation letter from Quirrell.

"Whose letter is this?" Draco leaned over curiously.Owen "swiped" away the letter paper in his hand, and then crumpled it expressionlessly.

"Is there anything you can't let me read...could it be a love letter?" Draco's eyes instantly brightened.

Owen blew lightly on the ball of paper in his hand, then spread his palm, and the letter was gone.He smiled and said, "Why don't you think it's your illusion?"

"Casting a spell without a spell or a staff?" Hermione stood behind him silently like a ghost, watching this scene with burning eyes, feeling an unprecedented sense of urgency and crisis in her heart.

"You think too much..." Owen said with his fingers crossed.

"Cut—" Draco looked for Harry in disgust.

Members of the strongest study group are exchanging study questions in this classroom, and the atmosphere is "joyful".

First, Neville burned half of his eyebrows off while he was rehearsing the Levitating Charm, and continued to chant the spell while secretly wiping away tears with red eyes.Then Pansy Parkinson, who was pulled into the study group by Daphne, waved her magic wand absently, accidentally cut a desk into a dozen pieces, and cut open Daphne's textbooks, scaring everyone away She is far away.

Draco still confronted Hermione tit for tat, but Hermione ignored his provocation at all, and focused on helping Neville and arguing with Owen about his studies, which made Draco jump his feet in anger.Harry was exhausted to prevent Draco from sneaking around, and his whole body was stupefied, but Draco, who was closely watched by Harry the whole time, seemed to have won the battle.

In Owen's view, Draco looked so much like a concubine vying for favor, he almost said "a bitch is hypocritical"...

Probably only Crabbe and Goyle, who came to make up the numbers, had a good time. The two hid in the corner and secretly stuffed snacks into their mouths. The whole classroom was soon filled with the smell of desserts and meat.

Afterwards, Peeves came in and wandered around, took out a lot of ghost ideas from Owen again, excitedly pulled Goyle's nose and twisted it twice, and before leaving, he still didn't forget to throw a litter of bad ideas into the classroom. Bumblebee, who knew where to get it, politely helped lock the door by the way.

The little wizards were running around like headless flies in the wasp colony, and finally Owen used the "Snap the Net" spell to catch all the wasps.

In the end, a group of people left the classroom in disgrace, looking at each other helplessly.Although everyone gained a lot, they were also frightened a little bit.

After dinner, Owen came to Quirrell's office and was surprised to see him wearing a black cloak with a hood.The huge hood covered most of his face, except for his pale chin.

"You are here, we are going to a place tonight." A lazy and hoarse voice came from under the hood, he waved his fingers lightly, and a small cloak flew into Owen's arms.

"Put it on," he said commandingly.

Owen put on the cloak silently, thinking that Voldemort came out very diligently, I don't know how long Quirrell can last... Poor guy.

Voldemort looked down at a silver knife encrusted with precious stones on the table, and after a while, he tapped it with his wand, and said in a low voice, "Mentos."

The knife buzzed and trembled for a while, emitting a faint blue light, and then returned to normal.

"Portkey?" Owen raised his eyebrows, he thought he was going to the Forbidden Forest, "Does Hogwarts allow wizards to use the Portkey to get in and out?"

"It is allowed in peaceful times. When Hogwarts is on full alert, only the headmaster is qualified to do so." Voldemort said somewhat complacently. Blessed to have kept Hogwarts on full alert for several years."

Oh, it's amazing.Owen thought lively.

"Professor, where are we going?" He looked curious.

"An interesting place." Voldemort didn't answer, just asked, "How are you practicing the three spells from last time?"

"No problem, Professor." Owen said with a smile.Well, he practiced it in the wall-facing space, and it should be fine, probably.

Voldemort played with the wand in his hand and waited silently, ignoring him.

(End of this chapter)