A ruined Hogwarts

The three Harrys had just hurriedly chased away the troublesome Peeves and hurriedly held up the jar of blue flames on the table when they saw Owen, who was wearing a luxurious white robe, boarding the stage in front, together with a man who came on stage. One woman and two ghosts bowed gracefully to the audience together.

The ghosts burst into excited cheers, and some even some extremely happy ghosts began to fly around, causing the three little wizards to huddle in a corner to avoid being passed through by any ghost.

Nearly headless Nick appeared out of nowhere, raised his fists with a look of honor, and sighed like a chant: "Sir Stuart came specially to attend my death anniversary party, and was even willing to perform for me... Oh! It's really flattering. I have to thank Owen, he's such a confidant..."

After finishing speaking, he flew up lightly, intending to squeeze past the ghosts in front of him and go to the front of the stage: "Please give way and let me pass... Oh, don't squeeze! Today is my death anniversary, this is mine Death anniversary party!" Nick shouted, but the excited ghosts couldn't care less about him. Not to be outdone, Nick squeezed past and was instantly lost in the crowd of ghosts.

"Okay, another guy who fell in love with Owen." Harry shrugged indifferently, "I hope Owen's performance can make my ears feel better..."

"That's probably not possible, Harry." Hermione scratched her hair, sighed deeply, and looked like she had given up resistance.

Harry looked towards the stage and saw that Owen was waving his wand gracefully, summoning a saw, pliers, hammers and many long metal pipes of different lengths. Although these things look exquisite and beautiful, they don't look like musical instruments acceptable to humans at first glance!

"Oh, no!" Harry covered his forehead. He felt that his tortured nerves could no longer withstand any setbacks.

Hermione and Neville also groaned lowly, inwardly regretting their decision to come to this party.

"It's really worth looking forward to, right?" An ethereal voice came from the side. Luna sat on the empty seat on the other side of the table and said lightly shaking her calves.

"I just feel noisy..." Harry sniffed languidly, but smelled the rancid smell of rotten food on another table, which made him almost spit out the dinner he had eaten before coming here.

"You can try this." Luna made fists with both hands, raised her thumb and little finger, then bent her arm and put her thumb on her ear, with her two little fingers pointing to the top of her head. "The sounds in the ears of ghosts are different from ours, but we can use our little fingers to receive invisible fluctuations in the air, and then transmit them to our ears through our thumbs..."

"Are you sure this really works?" Harry imitated this cute and weird move, feeling a little foolish. But after seeing Hermione and Neville doing the same, he suddenly felt a lot more natural.

At this time, Owen slowly retreated to the back of the stage, almost becoming an invisible shadow in the dim candlelight. Sir Stuart put on a white mask that covered half of his face, and held the hand of a female ghost in a white dress.

Owen raised his hands high, then waved them down gracefully, using the wand as a baton, transforming into an elegant conductor. The musical instruments belonging to the ghosts floated lightly in mid-air and began to play smoothly.

The saw made a harsh scratching sound, the sound of the pliers was rough and unpleasant, and the hammer jumped high and then hit hard, making a loud sound like construction on a construction site. Those weird long tubes were rubbing against each other, and the "squeaking" sound of metal friction was long and sharp, making people feel uncomfortable all over.

Although Owen could not appreciate this music, it was not difficult to play. He just needs to play these "instruments" step by step based on the music scores. This can all be set in advance using magic, and he only needs to wear earplugs and direct the instruments to work in an orderly manner.

At the same time, he waved the magic wand in his hand slightly, and small black candles lit with bright blue candles around the classroom rose into the sky one after another, dancing and turning into swirling blue flames, which looked dreamy and charming.

The messy ghosts became quiet in an instant. Amidst the mysterious and beautiful melody, they looked nervously and excitedly in the direction of the stage. However, to the ears of the limited live audience at the scene, this kind of music was comparable to a busy construction site, as if someone was drilling into people's ears with an electric drill.

The three Harrys made silly movements, but they didn't think the voice sounded better at all. They looked at Luna shaking her head and looked at each other suspiciously. After confirming their eyes, they invariably put away their gestures. Covered his ears.

"The signal is a bit weak, isn't it?" Luna turned to look at them, her ethereal tone drowned in the noise, "It would be better if a harassing fly siphon can be added..."

After Owen played for a while, the female ghost on the stage in a graceful dress sang in a soothing and sweet voice: "In my sleep he sang to me, in my dream he came towards me, calling me, calling me With my name..."

Sir Stuart also began to sing, with a rich tone: "Sing with me again, our strange duet..."

The ghosts let out a low cheer, and Owen slowly directed the instruments to play, raising his eyebrows at Jazz. He sang pretty well. He originally thought this guy was just here to show off and be embarrassed.

In the harsh and unpleasant music, the beautiful duets of male and female sopranos complement each other, and the opera fragments performed together are strange, gorgeous and mysterious, which is very unique, but it is difficult for living people to appreciate it.

The songs and music were performed in an orderly manner. Owen waved his wand heavily, and the swirling candlelights sometimes converged and sometimes dispersed, like a strange landscape painting, while the high-pitched male and female chorus also sounded loudly: "Opera" The phantom is there, in your heart..."

A sharp breaking sound came from outside the door, mixed with the piercing music, and several ghosts who were nearby curiously poked their heads out to take a look. A moment later, a sudden scream interrupted the singing.

The ghosts swarmed toward the door. The classroom was as messy as a vegetable market, and the music and singing stopped abruptly.

"What? What happened!" Sir Stuart took off the mask on his face with some displeasure, and shouted with his hands on his hips.

Owen raised his wand, and all the musical instruments exploded into sparkling powder in the air, and the small bright blue candles also flew back to their original positions. The ghosts were squeezing toward the door, and someone was shouting: "Something is coming! Oh, my God! Are they frozen? Don't push, I'll go take a look first, ouch... …”

"Ladies and gentlemen, something new happened outside. Several of our colleagues who went out to see the situation... all died!" The captain of the Headless Hunters tossed his head excitedly, riding on a tall ghost horse. He loudly announced, "Now, we will lead the charge!"

"No, it's petrification! You guys go back, I was the one who came first!" A female ghost shouted loudly, kicking the ghost horse that pushed her away.

"A spell that can petrify ghosts? Come over and have a look, I've always wanted to try it in my dreams..." An old ghost squeezed toward the door with a curious look on his face.

The ghost next to him said sadly: "Come on, if only we could still dream..."

Faced with this novelty, the ghosts turned into silly roe deers one after another and swarmed towards the door. They have already died once and cannot die again, so satisfying their curiosity becomes their top priority, not to mention that many ghosts want to experience the sweet feeling of falling into sleep for the first time in a long time.

Owen's expression became serious, and he quickly ran off the stage and found several little wizards with dazed faces among the silver-white translucent bodies of the ghosts.

"You have to get out of here," Ms. Gray floated over and said sternly.

"I know." Owen grabbed Luna's arm with one hand and Harry, who looked eager to try, with the other hand, and said to them: "Follow me."

If it can petrify a ghost, it must be a basilisk. Although he didn't know why the basilisk appeared here, Owen didn't want to meet it. Anyone who looks at the basilisk will die instantly. Even if he indirectly sees the basilisk's eyes, he will be petrified. If he cannot use his eyes, Owen's situation will be very dangerous.

The ghosts were shouting: "Oh, catch up quickly! Don't block the road..."

"Go this way!" Owen ignored the ghosts and led a group of people to open a door behind the stage and enter a dark corridor.

"What happened?" Neville was still a little confused.

"There's something coming that seems to turn ghosts to stone," Harry said.

"That's impossible! What can affect ghosts must be a kind of profound and terrifying black magic. How could something like that appear in Hogwarts!" Hermione retorted instinctively.

"No matter what it is, it is very dangerous for us." Owen's pace seemed not slow, but his speed was not slow at all as he led everyone through the corridor and said in a long voice, "I But I don’t want to meet that thing at all.”

Several people walked through several corridors and turned towards the auditorium. Just as he turned a corner, Harry suddenly stopped and listened to something: "Did you hear anything?"

He glanced at the people who were looking at him blankly, and seemed to find that Owen's eyes suddenly became cold, but the look only flashed by, as if he had imagined it.

"What did you hear?" Hermione looked at him sternly, "There is no sound! We have to go to the auditorium quickly and tell the professor about it..."

"No, a very obvious sound!" Harry grabbed the stone wall and listened attentively. "It said it was hungry, very hungry... and it wanted to kill someone!"

"What did it say?" Owen grabbed Harry by the back collar and dragged him toward the corridor on the other side.

"It's saying: tear you apart... very hungry, a long time... kill, it's time..." Harry listened attentively, stumbling and being pulled away by Owen while interpreting simultaneously, " Kill her, kill that girl... right in front..."

"It's moving, no, it's coming!" Harry suddenly shouted, "It's..." He suddenly looked towards the corridor on the other side, and everyone heard a rustling coming from behind the corner at the end of the corridor. The sound was like the sound of something huge flying across the ground.

Owen suddenly waved his wand in the direction of the corner and said indifferently: "The Darkest Realm!" A bottomless darkness suddenly appeared, flooding a large area in the middle of the corridor like thick asphalt. space.

"The girl...it says it's close!" Harry said.

Owen's eyes never glanced that way. He dragged Harry, who kept looking that way, to the other side: "Don't look over there, let's stay away from it!"

The others quickly followed suit, running wildly down the corridor with Owen.

"It said it couldn't see us, Owen, can we..." Harry gasped and pulled out a corner of the invisibility cloak from his pocket. After receiving several lessons, he has developed a good habit of carrying an invisibility cloak with him.

"No." Owen said, "It must be a very dangerous thing."

"That's right, Harry, didn't you hear that unknown thing wanted to kill someone?" Hermione pursed her lips tightly and said with a trembling tone.

"Okay..." Looking at his companions around him, Harry sighed reluctantly. He couldn't put others in danger because of himself, although he really wanted to know what it was... If he just hid it and took a look from a distance, there shouldn't be any problem, right?

"But why can't we hear that... sound?" Neville asked weakly.

"Maybe they are invisible fanged bubble fish. They move backwards with the current and make strange sounds to lure prey. People who see them will also be confused." Luna said in a sleepy voice, "We can move away from the current. Go in the direction..."

"Shh-" Harry pricked up his ears, "It's chasing us! It ran out of Owen's magic range..."

"This way." Owen calmly led the way up a staircase and tapped the hanging painting on the side three times with his wand. The hanging painting was opened, revealing a well-hidden secret door. A group of people entered the door, bent down and walked along the dark passage.

"The voice is gone." Harry said after walking out of the secret passage. "It wanted to kill a girl, I don't know..." He looked at Hermione and Luna.

"Then you are in danger." Luna said to Hermione, with sympathy in her big light eyes.

"Oh, thank you, you too..." Hermione said absently, feeling much better about Luna.

"I will pay attention, but I feel that it is not targeting me. So you are in danger." Luna discussed this topic seriously, "Maybe you have threads of thoughts on your body, and they are rooted in your thoughts, although there are no What harm is there, but the fanged bubble fish hate their smell, and the harassing flies also like to live in them..."

Hermione frowned, what is this? The good feeling I just had was gone in an instant.

"The auditorium is ahead." Owen said thoughtfully, playing with the wand in his hand.

At this time, the little wizards had just finished their Halloween banquet. After a full meal, they walked out of the auditorium talking and laughing loudly, and crowded into the aisle, followed by Dumbledore and a group of professors.

They leaned against the wall and waited for a group of people to pass by. Harry quickly told Dumbledore and the others what they had just encountered. Professor McGonagall let out a low groan, wondering what was going on in Hogwarts. Dangerous incidents were happening one after another. Professor Snape squinted his eyes and looked at Harry with an incomprehensible expression.

Dumbledore's expression became solemn, and he said calmly: "The deans of each college, please take the students back to the common room. No students are allowed to come out tonight... Oh, and there are several of our clients. , can you please come with me?"

Owen nodded slowly, and Harry and the others naturally had no objection.

"I'll go too, Dumbledore! I'm a security consultant, this is my job!" Lockhart said enthusiastically. He couldn't wait to make certain achievements to restore his reputation. "Actually, such a small matter can be handed over to others." Give it to me, I encountered similar things in Upper Volta, and there are detailed records in my autobiography..."

"Okay, you can come together." Dumbledore looked at him deeply.

Led by Owen, the group took a shortcut to the location where Harry heard the sound just now. No trace was left here. Dumbledore looked left and right along the corridor, and sighed: "It's really enviable to be able to remember the road in the castle so clearly... Even if I have been here for so many years, I always get lost. It’s uninvited.”

Owen just responded with a humble smile.

Then, they went to the classroom where the death anniversary party was held. Silence has returned here, and many ghosts are flying around excitedly.

When they arrived at the door of the classroom, they saw a strange sight. Stiff and motionless ghosts floated upright in the air. Their original silver-white translucent bodies became completely black and filled with smoke. Their faces were filled with expressions of curiosity, excitement, surprise, confusion or fear.

"A tragedy, isn't it?" Sir Stuart hugged his musical angel and shook his head with compassion, "Owen, we must cooperate again next time. It's been a long time since I met you who understand me so well. There are people..."

"It's so scary!" Nick, who was almost headless, covered his face and shouted, "Although I didn't see anything? Don't they know how to be humble?"

Ms. Gray floated by the wall with a calm expression, nodding slightly to Owen and the others.

Dumbledore's bright and sharp eyes carefully looked at one of the petrified ghosts through his half-moon glasses, his long and crooked nose almost touching it. Then he took out his strangely shaped wand and poked the ghost here and there. He even poked into the ghost's illusory body, stirred it, and recited a few long spells.

"How's it going here?" After observing for a while, he turned and said to the nearest female ghost, who was pulling the arm of her petrified companion.

"As you can see, I missed it..." the female ghost said gloomily and drifted away.

"So, has anyone seen what caused all this?" Dumbledore asked the fat monk on the side.

"It's a pity that the people who really understand what happened are all lying here now." The fat monk said in a kind voice.

"Dumbledore, they obviously encountered something extremely terrible, possibly a confinement curse. I happen to know several wonderful ways to resolve the curse. If I had been here at that time, I would definitely not have let the attacker escape!" Loha Te said, "It's a pity that the attackers are afraid of me as a security consultant and always cause trouble in places that I can't take care of."

"Sir, are they dead?" Harry asked quietly.

"Of course not, it's just a profound petrification spell." Dumbledore said slowly, "Of course, there is a way to remove it, but you have to wait for a while. Harry, you heard a voice that only you can hear... "

Harry looked at him nervously.

"Obviously it's just a little boy's little way to get attention." Lockhart patted his chest and said, "As for these poor guys, leave it to me! It won't take long!"

Dumbledore stared at him deeply again, then nodded and said: "Of course you can try, I'm waiting for you to show your skills, Gilderoy."

"Well... of course this won't trouble me! But I need some time to study it first. Saving people is a very rigorous knowledge." Lockhart coughed lightly.

"We can talk about this another time, Harry." Dumbledore turned to Harry.

Several young wizards were sent back to their respective lounges. As soon as Owen and Harry walked into the stone door of the entrance, a group of young wizards gathered around them, asking all kinds of questions about what happened.

After the two exchanged a few perfunctory words, Harry ran off to look for some information with a solemn expression, while Owen huddled in the armchair and opened Tom's diary.