A ruined Hogwarts

When Professor McGonagall and the others hurried over, they saw broken portraits lying on the floor, curtains full of holes in the walls, fragments of chandeliers all over the floor, and several people moaning and sobbing while covering their wounds. little wizard.

"Who can tell me that this was all done by a werewolf?" Professor McGonagall looked at the injured little wizards with a pale face, and Lockhart, who was covering his head in a daze, and asked. Shiro's lips began to tremble.

Professor Snape strode up to a little witch who was holding her shoulder and sobbing. He opened her palm and looked at the wound on her shoulder. The cold and gloomy look in his eyes receded a little.

"No, Professor, no one was bitten. The injuries they sustained... were mainly the work of Professor Lockhart..." Harry muttered under his breath. Hermione was squatting on the ground comforting a crying girl. When she heard this, she frowned and took a deep breath. Lockhart's stupid behavior just now made her lose her pinky face on the spot, and the pinky color turned black.

Several professors looked at Lockhart at the same time, who was stumbling to his feet while holding on to the wall, with a piece of his hair shaved off by himself. Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, but said nothing in the end. Instead, she waved her wand to help heal the wounds of the little wizards, and sent people to send some frightened students to the school hospital for treatment.

When the work here was almost finished, Lockhart recovered from his dazed state, patted his head and said, "Ah, do you need my help?"

"No, please stay there, Gilderoy." Professor Flitwick said as he was waving his wand to repair the portrait and curtain.

"Oh, you know, sometimes things like this happen..." Lockhart coughed slightly and said, "But the key point is that you came too late. If Pettigrew and I hadn't arrived in time to scare away the Werewolf, I'm afraid something tragic will happen tonight... Oh, this is what I should do as a security consultant, but Dumbledore should remember to give me a raise!"

"I think you may have remembered it wrong, Professor Lockhart. Owen and Harry fought off the werewolf, and it was they who protected everyone from being harmed by werewolves." Hermione said calmly as she turned back.

Lockhart stared at her dumbfounded, his face twitching, and then he looked at Peter Pettigrew, but the other party avoided his gaze.

"Actually, it was mainly Owen who beat him away, and Hermione has been helping to cover the students from leaving..." Harry said.

"Oh, you guys are so lucky...but you did a great job!" Professor McGonagall said emotionally before Harry could finish speaking. She patted Owen and Harry on the shoulders with slightly trembling hands, and both of them were moved. The photo shook. "An out-of-control werewolf, oh, I can't imagine, they like to hurt as many people as possible and create more of the same kind on a full moon night..."

At this point, she blew her nose in fear: "Without you, I don't know how many people would be hurt by it... You have saved your classmates, saved many families, and saved too many people from going through this." A future of pain and despair... I have to thank you on behalf of everyone, and on behalf of Hogwarts."

"You have earned fifty points for your respective houses, each of you, Mr. Shafik, Mr. Potter, and Miss Granger." Professor McGonagall said, "And, I think you deserve the special privileges of the school. Contribution Award.”

"No, Professor, I wasn't of much help..." Hermione lowered her head, her cheeks turning red.

"You bravely faced a werewolf in order to protect your classmates, and organized everyone to stay away from danger. Miss Granger, your determination and courage are worth it." Professor McGonagall said in a rare gentle tone.

"But……"

"There is no but, it was our joint efforts that prevented a possible tragedy." Irving said with a smile, leaning against the wall. To be honest, he didn't want any special contribution award, and he even wished that tonight's matter would be kept secret. Because as soon as this incident spreads, his parents will know that he is risking a werewolf in school again - tsk, it's really troublesome just thinking about it.

At this time, Snape, who had just finished explaining what happened to the others, glanced at the three of them with indifferent and empty eyes, and said in a low and slow tone: "I hope your reckless minds can come up with something less brilliant next time." It’s an idea, although...what you did tonight wasn’t too stupid..."

Owen raised his eyebrows. As expected of Professor Snape, he could even praise people in a roundabout way and be weird. It was quite interesting.

Snape glared at him thoughtfully, then squinted at the pouring rain outside the window and said nothing.

"By the way, where has Dumbledore been after such a long time?" Professor Flitwick came over and asked after repairing the window.

"He has been away from school since this afternoon. It will probably take a few days for him to come back." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips.

"He's really busy, isn't he?" Professor Flitwick said without surprise. Since last year, Dumbledore has been busy and absent from school for long periods of time. Professors and students have become accustomed to it.

Owen raised his eyelids slightly. If he had known that Dumbledore would not be here tonight, he would have just used the Imperius Curse on Lupine. After all, the Puppet Curse could not last long. He was mainly afraid that Dumbledore would hide somewhere and watch.

In the next time, Owen and the others returned to the common room, while the professors wanted to check the situation of the castle to prevent the werewolf from returning. If the heavy rain hadn't covered up all traces, they would definitely have gone to the Forbidden Forest to track down the werewolves.

On the way back to the lounge, Harry was thinking about things absentmindedly. After almost knocking over a pair of armor, he suddenly said: "Owen, when you dealt with the werewolf just now...did you use dark magic?"

"Oh?" Owen squinted his eyes lazily.

"I was forced to read so many books by Mr. Dumbledore before, and I still learned some methods of identifying dark magic." Harry said.

"Well, so what?" Owen looked at him with a smile.

"It's nothing, I mean... you saved that girl, you used it to do good things." Harry thought for a while, sighed and said, "I'm sorry that I didn't help you much, let you Unconventional means had to be used...I won't tell anyone, not even Dumbledore."

"Hahaha..." Owen suddenly laughed, and after a long time he said in a cheerful tone: "Don't be so serious, Harry, it's just a little black magic. This is not tolerated in the school."

"What's more, I just took the most effective approach at the time. Of course, I could choose to use some more aggressive spells that do not fall into the category of black magic, such as the crushing spell. But the werewolf will avoid it. If I don't want to be random If you want to kill a lucky classmate, you can only think of other ways." He said softly, "No one will blame me for this, they will only praise me for doing a good job."

"That's good." Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked curiously, "What's your curse?"

"The Fear Curse, a very useful spell." Owen blinked at him, "Do you want to learn it? I can teach it to you."

Harry was a little moved. That spell looked really useful, but it was dark magic... He hesitated: "I'm afraid I won't be able to use it... Owen, don't learn dark magic either, okay?" Isn't Dumbledore teaching us better?" He looked at Owen with sincere pleading in his eyes.

Owen looked away, looked at the stone wall of the lounge close at hand, and said briskly: "Ah, we're here."

"Huh? Oh." Harry looked at Owen's back as he said the password and entered the stone door, and felt a little blocked in his heart for no reason.

After this noisy night, Hogwarts ushered in a clear morning. The sky was as blue as a wash, and clear water drops hung on the grass. The morning sun shone warmly through the windows of the castle, casting pale golden light spots on the ground.

Taking advantage of the time when there was no class, Owen walked in the Forbidden Forest, stepping on the soft branches and leaves soaked by rain on the ground, and came to the place where he controlled Lupine to hide last night, a small tree hole.

Standing outside the tree hole and glancing in, what was unexpected but reasonable was that Lu Ping did not leave. He was still wearing the tattered robe, he was already soaked, and his light brown hair was hanging wet. He leaned silently in a corner of the tree hole, his head buried low, as if he was asleep.

After hearing the noise outside, his body moved, and he suddenly raised his head, revealing his pale, haggard and extremely depressed face, his brows tightly furrowed, and his eyes full of worry and regret.

"Good morning, Lupin." Owen said calmly, "I didn't expect you haven't left yet."

"It was you..." Lupine said slowly in a hoarse voice, "Thank you for stopping me last night... Are they okay?" He clenched his fists tightly and his expression became very painful.

"No one had an accident, only a few people were scared." Owen took out his wand and helped him dry his clothes thoughtfully. He looked at the wounds on Lu Ping's body that were soaked white by the rain, shook his head and said, "Tsk, you don't blame me for hitting too hard, right?"

"That's what I deserve." Lu Ping forced out a bitter smile, "I know you have shown mercy...but I hope you remember that next time you see a crazy werewolf like me, showing mercy will only make you You are in danger."

"Healed as before." Owen pointed at his wound and recited the healing spell, and asked casually, "Why were you in Hogwarts last night? Natasha told me that you disappeared from the bookstore a few days ago."

"A few days ago?" Lupine repeated in a low voice with a dull face as Owen tapped his body with the wand. His expression turned from sad to determined for a moment.

He said hoarsely: "In my memory, I came to Hogwarts yesterday to visit Peter Pettigrew. He is my old friend... I remember that we talked for a long time and had a good time, and then I I said goodbye and left. Immediately afterwards, I lost control... Maybe I forgot the time of the full moon night."

"How could you forget the time on a full moon night?" Owen said with a half-smile.

"Yes, how could I forget the time on a full moon night, and how could I come to a place like Hogwarts on a full moon night?" Lupine smiled bitterly, raised his finger and pointed at his head , “But that’s what my memory tells me.”

"Your memory..." Owen narrowed his eyes and leaned against the edge of the tree hole, his body on the edge of darkness.

"I'm sure there's something wrong with my memory, and maybe there's something wrong with Peter Pettigrew." Lupine said calmly, "I have to thank you for not letting me be caught last night and giving me a chance to find out the truth. ." If he was caught last night, even if he didn't hurt anyone, he would definitely be imprisoned in Azkaban, and he might even be directly executed.

"I just don't want to cause trouble." Owen played with the wand in his hand and said casually, "If you are caught, investigators from the Ministry of Magic will definitely go to my bookstore to investigate and confirm whether you are being driven by others..."

"No matter what, I want to thank you." Lupine said with a smile, "I just learned that you and Harry have a good relationship. Owen, I hope I can call you this, can you help me give Harry a heads up? ?Warn him to be wary of Peter Pettigrew."

"Okay, but I'm not sure he will believe my unfounded advice." Owen glanced at him.

"I know, this is the purpose of my stay, I have to meet Dumbledore." Lupine said in a calm tone, "I know, I did something to disappoint him, but I want to atone for it. Even if he wants to capture me and send me to the Ministry of Magic... don't worry, I won't tell anyone that you helped me, and I will modify this part of the memory."

"Dumbledore hasn't been at school these days," Owen said. "I'm not sure he will come back early after what happened last night."

"That's it." Lupine sighed, "Then I'd better go back and write a letter." He looked up at Owen again and said, "When I go back, I will resign. I'm sorry for causing you trouble, Owen. "

"Actually, it's not necessary. Natasha keeps writing me letters to praise you." Owen smiled lazily and looked at the birds singing on the branches, and said in a joking tone: "Such a cheap, honest and useful employee, in this world It's not easy to find. If you're really sorry, please help me give Natasha more guidance, teach her arithmetic, and... let her write well."

Lupine was stunned for a moment, and a gentle smile appeared on his face. He said lowly: "Thank you."

Owen threw him a packed breakfast, then waved his hand and disappeared into the dense forest, leaving only the chirping of birds and the patter of water droplets dripping from the treetops.

…

At the dinner two days later, Dumbledore stood up and announced: "Now, I will award the special contribution award to the school. Invite our awardees: Mr. Owen Shafik, Mr. Harry Potter, Hermione ·Miss Granger. Welcome!"

Amid applause and cheers, Owen took the heavy trophy with their three names engraved on it from Dumbledore's hand, and then stuffed it into Harry's arms. He had no interest in the trophy that was going to be put in the trophy room, and he was still thinking about how to deal with the nagging in his father's letter.

The three of them took a photo together holding the trophy, and then returned to their respective long tables. Tonight's dinner was particularly sumptuous.

"Owen, Mr. Dumbledore hopes you can come with me to his office tonight." While eating, Harry leaned over and said.

"Isn't there Hermione?" Owen was repelled in his heart. As a dark wizard, he just wanted to stay away from Dumbledore.

"Well, he didn't say he wanted to invite Hermione..." Harry said.

"Tsk, treat them differently." Owen glanced at Dumbledore, who was tasting a plate of honey cake, and said with a smile.

"Perhaps it's not about the Special Contribution Award." Harry looked at him and said, "Speaking of which, you don't seem to be willing to meet Professor Dumbledore?"

"Yeah, I always feel very stressed in front of him." Owen said casually.

"I think so too, but in fact he is a quite interesting person in private."

After the dinner, the two walked along a familiar road to the principal's office. Owen came to this interesting circular room for the second time. The surrounding furnishings were basically the same as last time. The old principals in the portraits were still sleeping with their eyes closed. Fox stood on a gilded perch and looked at him with bright black eyes. Look him over.

"Ah, you are here." Dumbledore said to them with a smile, "Good evening."

The three of them chatted for a while, and then Dumbledore got to the point: "Professor Snape told me that you cast some great spells that night, Owen. I have to thank you for protecting Hogwarts, Although that shouldn’t be your job.”

"It's just for self-protection, sir. I would like to know why there are werewolves in the school." Owen didn't want to discuss the curse, so he quietly changed the topic.

"Oh, that should be the job of our security consultant." Dumbledore blinked, and then sighed tiredly: "However, I just learned not long ago that Mr. Werewolf was originally here to visit you. Professor Peter’s.”

"Pettigrew?" Harry asked in surprise, "But didn't that werewolf break into the school?"

"No, he and Peter were friends. It took a few days before Peter plucked up the courage to tell me that that day he and his werewolf friends both forgot that it was a full moon night because of the rain that had been coming for the past few days..." Dumbledore stared at Harry with his blue eyes and said slowly.

"This is unreasonable, Professor..." Harry frowned, "Werewolves should not forget the date of the full moon night, and Professor Peter should not be negligent in this matter."

"Yes, yes, but that's how it happened." Dumbledore said softly, "I think it's amazing too."

Owen twitched the corner of his mouth. He was sure that Dumbledore had noticed something was wrong with Peter, but he wanted to use this to temper the child.

While Harry was thinking doubtfully, Dumbledore turned his attention to Owen. But before he could speak, Owen spoke first: "Professor, do you know about Ravenclaw's diadem?"

He saw with satisfaction that Dumbledore's expression froze for a moment, then turned nonchalant again. In order to prevent Dumbledore from staring at him, Owen immediately decided to leave Voldemort to him.

"The crown of Ravenclaw is said to increase wisdom." Dumbledore said slowly, "Of course, never rely on or pursue those things. Wisdom is our wealth, but it is not everything."

"I understand, Professor. However, the crown seems to have appeared in Hogwarts." Owen showed a perfect smile. "At the end of last semester, I learned that the Weasley twins had found the crown from a secret room in the castle. a crown and then sold it as a replica..."

"Then, I heard that some...very weird things happened." In a soothing and curious tone, he explained the abnormality brought about by the crown, and finally asked: "Professor, do you think that crown is real?" Is it? Or a powerful dark magic item?"

Dumbledore pushed up the half-moon glasses on the bridge of his nose thoughtfully, and there was a hint of heaviness in his sharp but gentle eyes. He said slowly: "I don't know. For unknown things, you should not jump to conclusions before seeing it with your own eyes."

After learning more important information, Dumbledore seemed to have given up discussing any topic in depth with Owen. After instructing Harry on a spell and answering some of Owen's theoretical questions about magic advancement, he let them leave.

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