A ruined Hogwarts

After a morning of competition, the hungry students had a hearty meal and rushed back to the playing field.

The midday sun shone warmly on his body, making Owen squint his eyes sleepily. The other little wizards were full of energy. They were talking and laughing, waiting for the next game. The atmosphere was very lively.

With everyone's eager anticipation, the professors finally returned to their positions. Only the principal, Dumbledore, was missing. Considering that he was a busy man, he probably went to deal with some urgent matters.

After Professor McGonagall drew the lots, the sixth-grade competition began with great excitement. People were talking loudly about who would win, but the Weasley twins still saw the opportunity and secretly set up a bet.

The two brothers no longer lost control during this period, and the abnormalities in each of them disappeared. After the scars healed and the pain was forgotten, they became much more at ease for the time being, and focused their overwhelming energy on finding the crown. However, at this time, they still couldn't help but start working conscientiously on making money. For the sake of your dream, you can’t give up making money even if you are going to die next moment!

"Hey! Percy and the Hufflepuff prefects met in advance. Do you want to bet on who will win?" The twins sneaked away from Professor McGonagall's sight and came from the stands on the Ravenclaw side. He wandered over and said with a wink, all he wanted to say was "Would you like to buy a movie?"

"Isn't your confinement enough?" Owen turned his head and looked at the two identical faces. He couldn't tell who was Fred, so he simply looked between the two of them, his tone a little joking.

"Confinement is the meaning of my life and my daily spiritual food. How can I give up?" Fred said seriously, but his eyes quickly glanced in the direction of Professor McGonagall.

Ever since he lost control and attacked Harry during a Quidditch match last term, Harry's daily confinement hadn't stopped. He and Filch depended on each other every day, and he felt like he would become friends with each other... No, what a hopeless future that was!

"Fred, you actually have such an idea? No wonder Filch has been kind to you recently. Could it be that..." George looked at his brother in shock, his eyes widening, "Damn Don’t you want to inherit his pants?”

"No! How is that possible!" Fred retorted righteously, "Actually, I'm more interested in his dentures."

The two brothers sang and joked for a while, and then they both looked at the stupid and wealthy father of the sponsor, and asked in unison: "Would you like to place a bet?"

"No, I'm a good student and don't play with this." Owen refused with a smile. I don't know if Percy Weasley would feel very relieved after discovering that his two brothers were setting up a bet on him to make money.

"Oh——" the twins made a measured sound, and then said with a smile: "By the way, your hairband is so beautiful."

As soon as he heard the term headband, Harry, who was sitting in front and watching the game carefully, suddenly turned his head and saw Owen shaking the headband that should have been destroyed, with two things that looked like his heads shaking. They were shaking like two silly geese that kept shaking their heads.

Harry was going crazy. He had spent the whole morning destroying these damn hairbands. Why was there still something missing? He'll kill Blaise tonight! Thinking this, he rushed over sadly and angrily.

Owen sat in the seat next to him very naturally, and then saw Harry fly over with a hula, knocking down the Weasley brothers, and the three of them rolled into a ball under the seat.

"Oh, Harry, you are very fond of throwing yourself into my arms lately." Owen shook the hairband in his hand in front of Harry's eyes, with a strong sense of schadenfreude in his tone.

Fred stretched out his hand to help Harry, who was covering his waist and inhaling hissingly, and said in an extremely exaggerated tone: "Really? I like you so much."

"I think mother will support you. She always talked about you before, Harry." George was as serious as a witness in a church.

The corners of Harry's mouth twitched crazily, not knowing what expression to use to face these two guys. After putting aside the grudge of being attacked by Fred, he felt that the brothers were the kind of people he liked and envied, but... they were still a bit too naughty...

"Hey, whose money dropped." He coughed slightly and pointed behind them awkwardly.

The twins looked in the direction he pointed in unison, only to find that there was nothing there. When they turned around, Harry had already sat back down and pretended that nothing had happened. He broke off the hairband that he had taken from Owen and violently crushed the two goose-like heads. .

Harry has been very lively recently. Owen glanced at his palms and blinked in amusement.

"Your bird is great. So, you really don't want to place a bet?" The twins looked at Owen again and noticed Nicks, who was standing proudly on the back of the chair.

Nyx raised his head high with his head held high, and the three longer feathers on his head were fluttering in the wind.

Owen smiled silently and took Melete, who was running around under the seat, into his arms.

"Well, such weird things are rare." George said sincerely, "Thanks to this infinitely tolerant world..." He sighed and shook his head, and secretly moved elsewhere with his twin brother, continuing his promising career. Work.

Nyx proudly maintained what he thought was the most beautiful posture. When he saw Owen's half-smiling eyes, he came to his senses belatedly. What kind of infinitely tolerant world is this? Do you think it’s so ugly that you can’t even see the world?

It barked in annoyance, and the extremely penetrating Qingyue cry resounded ethereally. As if a signal had been sent, a burst of cheers suddenly erupted from the stands, and the two prefects had already taken the stage.

Percy Weasley and the Hufflepuff prefect stood on the ring and bowed to each other, then waved their wands and chanted spells. The not-so-glorious magic spell collided between the two people, making a "crackling" explosion, which attracted waves of exclamations. The other matches in the ring were ignored by most people.

Owen covered his mouth and yawned, closing his eyes boredly. In his opinion, this kind of duel, which was not intense at all, was extremely boring. He might as well watch a first-year wizard rolling around in the ring.

"Tch, they can't be any more powerful." Draco raised his slender chin proudly, his tone filled with self-satisfaction, "I can do it too!"

"But the spells we master are not as rich and diverse as theirs, and will be restrained in many aspects." Daphne thought for a while and said, lest someone float into the sky.

She was actually surprised. After learning one practical spell after another in the study group gathering, this duel seemed to her quite disappointing. Although she is clearly aware that she cannot beat these two people now, she truly believes that she should be able to reach this level if she works hard for a while.

However, this is a sixth-year prefect... Is this the level of teaching at Hogwarts?

"Most of the magic spells we practice during our gatherings are spells that can be used in duels, but among the knowledge taught to us in school, duel magic only accounts for a very small part of it." Owen said in a calm tone, "We were supposed to be learning about black magic. In Defense class, you learn dueling magic step by step, but the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at school...you know."

The annual change of Defense Against the Dark Arts professors has indeed delayed many students' achievements in dueling magic.

"However, this also reflects the overall level of the entire magical world." Owen added, "You know, there are some Aurors in the Ministry of Magic who can't even master the Iron Armor Curse. How can other wizards be any better? go?"

"I feel... the wizarding world is going to end." Draco said with his hand on his chin.

Harry didn't interrupt. He didn't know much about the situation in the wizarding world. He just said: "Look, Weasley is going to win."

I saw Percy Weasley suddenly release the Iron Armor Curse, and the invisible barrier blocked the flying curse. He took the opportunity to use the disarming spell to knock away the opponent's wand, and then smoothly recited the stun spell to knock the opponent out.

There was an overwhelming cheer in the stands, and in the stands on the Gryffindor side, people shouted his name and applauded thunderously.

Percy Weasley smiled and looked around the stands, raised the wand in his hand, and fired a bunch of red sparks above his head. Sparks exploded into beautiful sparks in mid-air, making the audience scream with even more excitement.

"Look at how smug he is..." Draco muttered in disgust, "arrogant..."

Owen's eyebrows twitched slightly as he listened to the high-pitched screams that spread rapidly from the direction of the Gryffindor stands. Why does this scene look so familiar?

Each student's face turned red and they screamed and shouted loudly. Some jumped up excitedly and waved their arms, some tore up the books in their hands and threw them high, some threw away the pointed hats on their heads, some pulled out their wands and fired bunches of sparks into the air...

The inexplicable fanaticism spread from one person to another, spreading quickly before people could react. For a moment, everyone was stamping their feet and roaring until their throats were hoarse and their faces turned red.

Fanaticism and restlessness appeared on everyone's faces, making everyone seem to have the same face at this moment. They were so crazy that they were ferocious, so passionate that they were weird, so violent that they were terrifying, and so manic that they were stupid...

Owen was very sensitive to this change. Before this emotion reached him, he raised the corners of his mouth with two fingers to put a fake bright smile on his face so as not to be affected. His eyes flickered indifferently, and for the first time he truly felt that emotional contagion was not that interesting.

Harry and Draco also screamed and jumped, immersed in this meaningless frenzy. People gathered together with red faces, and Harry was pushed further away and could not be found. Owen, standing among the crowd, had the illusion that he was the only one left in the world.

"Ouch!" Draco waved his arms widely, and was forced to fall on Owen. Surrounded by crowds of people, there was no room to hide. Owen could only reach out to support him, and he was almost squeezed into a sandwich pie as he was pushed and shoved.

Nyx had already stood numbly on Owen's shoulders, while Meletia shrank into his arms in fear, her golden cat pupils shrank into a thin slit, and she was trembling slightly.

Draco held Owen in his arms and jumped up and down, his hands still groping restlessly, and the unconscious screams made his ears numb.

"Meow!" Melet's hair suddenly exploded, and she swung out a claw, scratching a bloody mark on the back of Draco's hand.

Owen was instinctively alert. He pushed Draco away and found that there was a weird smile on Draco's face that was red with excitement, looking crazy and terrifying. Draco raised his right hand that was scratched by Meletia, holding a rectangular black box in his hand, and threw it into the crowd behind him.

He actually took the opportunity to take out the box that sealed the diary from Owen's pocket! In this crowded crowd, Owen's body was being pushed and pushed all the time, which became the best opportunity for the opponent to take action.

Owen did not fumble in his pockets to confirm, nor did he think about how the diary was discovered on his possession, nor did he think about when Draco was controlled. He shook his right hand and the wand instantly appeared in his hand.

"Fly here!" He pointed with his wand at the location where the box disappeared.

But in just a blink of an eye, that inconspicuous box was already submerged in the frenzied crowd. The people around him swarmed up and covered the box tightly, making the flying spell useless.

All the extremely excited faces turned around, their original expressions covered with strange and malicious smiles, and countless pairs of eyes seemed to have a strong sense of teasing. One palm after another grabbed Owen, and each wand was raised towards him... At this moment, he seemed to have become the enemy of the whole world.

Why does it feel like being surrounded by zombies... Such thoughts flashed through Owen's mind.

"Ji!" Nicks, who was standing on Owen's shoulder, was frightened by this strange scene and screamed, and a mouthful of black flames was sprayed out towards the crowd.

"Armor protection!"

The invisible barrier was propped up in time, and the grasping palms were violently flicked away, leaving a circle of movement in the tightly packed space around Owen, thus preventing anyone from being burned by Nyx's flames. , and even blocked the curses coming one after another. Some of the deflected and deflected magic spells hit the students next to them, causing several to fall down at once.

The barrier of the Iron Armor Curse was shattered by the combined force of many magic spells, and the crowd surged forward again, intending to let Owen experience the enthusiasm he had never experienced before.

In this case, the diary that has disappeared among the crowd cannot be found for the time being. Owen recited an iron armor spell again and concentrated on dealing with these students who had been fascinated by their minds.

Originally, a group of fear spells should be able to solve his dilemma, but it can easily cause a stampede. In addition, the fear spell is a black magic, and there will be a lot of annoying troubles in the future. Fortunately, Owen was facing a group of young wizards with low levels of magic skills, and since these people had lost their minds, it was not difficult to deal with them.

Owen waved his wand smoothly and gracefully, transforming the chairs in the stands into black ropes. These ropes were winding like black snakes, tying the students who were surrounding him into balls of rice dumplings in twos and threes, squirming and struggling in place.

After finally getting some room to move, Irving stepped firmly on the back of a chair as if juggling, flipped a somersault in mid-air with a graceful movement, landed lightly behind the stands, and then phantomed himself. Under the influence of the curse, his figure was hidden.

After quickly leaving his original position, Owen got rid of the out-of-control crowd, but the chaos continued.