A ruined Hogwarts

Harry had been having a very troubled few days.

Since the duel match was suspended due to unexpected circumstances, he found that he seemed to have mutated. Some random memory fragments popped up in his mind. Although they were so blurry and fragmented that he could not see clearly, he was sure that these memories did not belong to him, but to his greatest enemy, Voldemort.

This made him panic a lot, fearing that he might be related to Voldemort, for example, that he was Voldemort's soul, or that he was a relative he had never met before.

Dumbledore told him that he was under a very profound curse, which was caused by Voldemort when he was unconscious during the duel. This made him both grateful and anxious.

Fortunately, he has no deeper connection with Voldemort. They are two completely different individuals who cannot be compared with each other. The terrible things Voldemort did have nothing to do with him.

Anxious because Dumbledore told him that if he continued like this, he would slowly be manipulated and become Voldemort's slave, like Ron Weasley, who would be controlled to do bad things and hurt his friends. …

This horrific fact shocked and frightened him. He felt like he was contaminated, as if he had been infected by some kind of deadly germ, and his blood was filled with dirty venom. It was as if Voldemort was in his belly, listening to what he was thinking all the time, and he didn't know when he would get into his head and turn his brain into a mess...

In fact, he already felt something. Whenever he fell into a deep sleep, he would hear his own high-pitched and cruel laughter in his dreams, and hear the shrill wails of his victims. He dreamed about his heinous cruelty again and again. Although he basically forgot about it when he woke up, those whines were imprinted in his mind and made him feel cold all over.

Every time he wakes up from a dream, he always has a strange strange feeling, as if his body is different from before, as if there is another person slowly waking up in his body, and there is a feeling in his heart. Something cold and vicious emerged...

This terrible premonition made him feel that his internal organs were churning like poisonous snakes. He began to dare not sleep. He lay on the bed all night and stared desperately at the dark ceiling and the deep black outside the window. Lake, looking at Melete's shining golden eyes like searchlights and Nyx's enchanting red eyes.

Lack of sleep and inner suffering made him feel shaky when he walked every day, and he couldn't concentrate in class. His eyes were black, his lips were pale, and his cheeks, which were white and tender at school, were also getting thinner.

He had tried every means these days to catch the Horcrux hidden in Hogwarts that had affected him, but he had no way of doing it. He even relied on the disguise spell that he barely mastered to sneak into the common rooms of the other three colleges. He rummaged around in fear, but did not find any clues.

He even began to ponder the incomplete knowledge of evil magic in his mind, trying to find some inspiration from it, but it was of no use except making him sick and repulsed. But he still recorded all this knowledge in his notebook, because this is what Owen wanted, saying that only by understanding them deeply can he know how to fight them.

Harry agreed with this, but Owen's hot and cold attitude in the past few days made him even more depressed.

He only told Owen about his situation and inner worries, but not other companions. He was glad that Owen didn't dislike and alienate him, nor did he look at him strangely. But then Owen suddenly became cold and perfunctory towards him. He was not as close as before, but sometimes he was as gentle and close as usual, which made Harry confused.

"Owen does indeed care." Harry thought in frustration, "Maybe he regrets making a friend like me, and now he wants to draw a clear line with me..."

He stood in front of the platform of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class with a depressed look on his face, staring at Owen with his big panda eyes, who was sitting in the corner of the classroom with a calm expression.

Owen's cat and the bird of unknown species are not around him. They don't like to follow him recently. Owen is even a little unlucky. His clothes and hair are often burned by the flames spit out by the bird, or his clothes and hair are burned. The cat's paw scratched...

"You deserve it," Harry thought angrily. Irving's attitude has tortured him a lot recently, and he secretly feels that this guy deserves a little beating.

"Why are you dazed, Harry? Come on, let's show you the Obstruction Charm." Lockhart slapped him hard on the shoulder, then hugged his shoulders tightly, with a bright smile on his face. A smile with dazzling white teeth.

"Okay." Harry responded weakly.

Speaking of which, Lockhart has not been very happy since the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was changed to teach dueling magic. The students privately said that Lockhart was unwilling to do this and would rather continue to teach everyone in class. Perform burlesque.

Lockhart has become more energetic these days, has regained his original virtue, and is more energetic in teaching spells, just like he got a raise. But Harry didn't think there was anything good about this, because Lockhart was always unwilling to let him go, and he had received more attention and trouble in the last few classes.

"Raise your wand, Harry." Lockhart stood opposite him and waved cheerfully at him, "Very good. Look at me, one, two, three... there are many obstacles!"

Harry was pushed by an invisible force and staggered back several steps. His body seemed to be bound by invisible currents, and every move he made was met with great resistance. After a while, he recovered and looked at Lockhart across from him with frowning eyes. At this moment, he wanted to kill him.

No, how could he have such dangerous thoughts? It was indeed Voldemort's fault!

Harry finally got rid of Lockhart's manipulation, dragged his heavy body to practice obstacle spells with Owen, and then was mercilessly knocked away...

Seeing Owen's expression as calm as if he had swatted away a fly, Harry got up reluctantly and silently swallowed the tears back into his stomach.

After finally waiting until get out of class was over, Harry avoided Draco and the others, took out a notebook from his school bag, and slapped it into Owen's hand. Inside was the magical knowledge that had appeared in his mind that he had diligently recorded in the past few days.

"Here you go, I've written it all." Harry said with a grin on his face and turned his head haughtily.

Owen put the notebook into his pocket with extremely smooth movements, showed him a gentle smile, and said softly: "Thank you for your hard work, Harry, this is very useful to me."

Harry snorted angrily, and he only looked good when he saw the benefits. Owen is really a scumbag. But he couldn't help but feel much happier. He struck while the iron was hot: "Owen, after the last duel, I found that my Occlumency level has broken through, and I can now block other people's intrusions!"

With a hint of pride and showoff in his tone, he coughed lightly, suppressed his raised tail, and continued: "If you want to keep your word, it's time to tell me the information you have."

Owen looked at him steadily and was silent for a while. Well, when he encounters a situation where he doesn't know how to react, he responds indifferently - he puts away the smile on his face and says with an indifferent expression: "I understand, let's talk about it later."

After saying that, he strode away.

Harry stared at the back of his head with his mouth wide open, the dark circles under his eyes almost flying away. What does it mean? Burning bridges? To kill the donkey? Why are you so skilled at it?

He was so angry that he kicked the wall hard, then jumped up holding his painful foot with his face turned blue.

"Harry, are you okay?" Draco said slowly, looking at his mind-numbing behavior with some disgust. Recently, Harry has a tendency to look after Crabbe and Goyle. Is this the case that the person who is close to the black is the black? Uh, should he stay away from them?

"It's okay..." Harry said with great emotion after hearing the concerned greetings. As expected, Draco is better...

Only his friends can soothe his wounded heart. The study group meeting will be held later... Oh, he just remembered that the study group meeting has been canceled for a long time due to the dangerous and tense situation in the school. During these days, students have to be escorted by professors during class, and small group gatherings are prohibited.

He felt sluggish again, tired and unlovable.

…

In the brightly lit office, Owen was correcting students' homework quickly, so fast that after-images appeared. After finishing his work, he skillfully manipulated the quill pen to write on several pieces of parchment, then rolled up the still wet ink and put it into his pocket.

The night sky outside the window was as dark as ink, thick dark clouds covered the moon and stars, and the air was filled with moist water vapor.

Owen recited a disembodiment spell and left the office. He turned along the corridor and entered a remote boys' bathroom. He took out the homework in his pocket and placed it beside the sink, and then entered a toilet cubicle.

He counted the time silently, and in a short while, his body quickly shrank, his arms and legs shortened and became thinner, his golden curly hair straightened and turned black, and he soon returned to his original appearance.

He took out his wizard robe and put it on, and heard the sound of the bathroom door opening and closing in the middle of the process. After changing clothes, he walked out of the cubicle. The homework by the pool was gone, and there was a notebook next to it.

Owen picked up the notebook and flipped through it. Inside was Harry's handwriting, writing every page carefully.

He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, stuffed his notebook into his pocket, and rushed to the principal's office at a brisk pace. He had already sorted out the questions he wanted to ask tonight.

Dumbledore was standing behind his desk, staring intently at the things on the table, holding his long white beard in one hand and frowning in thought, without any reaction to Owen's arrival.

Owen glanced at the things on the table, and the corner of his mouth twitched. The desk was covered with an invisibility cloak that was as bright as water, with a wand of a strange shape placed on it, and a cracked black gemstone ring next to it. Dumbledore fiddled with them from time to time, showing a rare look of distress.

Well, the saddest thing is that even though I have collected the Deathly Hallows, I still can’t figure it out...

Owen stood quietly aside, waiting for Dumbledore to finish. After a long time, Dumbledore put away the invisibility cloak with a headache on his face, put the wand into his pocket, put the ring on his finger, and then said slowly: "There have been no more emotional contagion incidents this week. Did you solve it?"

Owen blinked his innocent eyes, pretending to be stupid and said: "No, I'm surprised too."

"Really?" Dumbledore stared at him deeply for a while, and then his expression relaxed, "So, maybe that time in the duel arena was the last time. Well, the last time should be a little different after all. right?"

"Maybe." Owen nodded with a smile.

The two did not have an in-depth discussion on this issue and directly entered the question and answer session. Owen's main question this time was about the difficulties encountered in the magic fusion experiment. Dumbledore's in-depth and simple answers made him suddenly enlightened and inspired.

After asking the study questions, Owen paused and asked tentatively: "Mr. Dumbledore, something seems wrong with Harry. Do you know?"

Old God Dumbledore was sitting on the ground in a high-backed chair, with his hands folded to support his chin, and he said calmly: "I know, Harry told me. I checked him, and there is a piece of Voldemort in his body." The soul fragments were partially activated by stimulation..."

He glanced at Owen and said calmly: "He doesn't have the ability to fight now. Although there are no big problems yet, as time goes by, he will only be swallowed up in the end. Unless the irritation to him is resolved early That thing."

"Really?" Owen's eyebrows twitched. Should this kind of truth be told to him?

"It seems that Mr. Dumbledore has already solved the problem." He grinned.

"I didn't." Dumbledore stood up from his chair, walked to the nearby bookshelf with his hands behind his back, and looked at the rows of books on it. The black robe on his body is simple but exquisitely cut, and the silver round buttons reflect the shining light.

"This is Harry's own problem, and he has to solve it by himself." He said matter-of-factly. "I always believe that an eagle that is always under shelter cannot spread its wings and fly high."

"Of course, I don't mind if you help him. This will also be a good training for you." He glanced at Owen with a smile.

"Besides..." He suddenly smiled strangely, "I'm not Dumbledore, so I don't have to be a nanny for someone he likes."

The expression on Owen's face instantly became solemn, and the other party's sudden revelation caught him off guard. He pursed his lips, his vigilance raised to the highest level, and asked in a very soft voice: "Are you...Mr. Grindelwald...?"

"Dumbledore" just stared at the portraits of the principals who closed their eyes and pretended to sleep with a half-smile, without admitting or refuting.

That's the default. Owen took a deep breath and did not show any surprise. He just continued: "Sir, can I ask, Mr. Dumbledore... how is he doing now?"

"Guess." Dumbledore, no, Grindelwald asked slowly.

Owen resisted the urge to roll his eyes, maintained his good upbringing, and returned to the original topic: "Okay. However, sir, you should know that Harry does not have the ability to solve his own problems at the moment. Even with my help, it is not safe... ...Maybe Harry will be fine, but he may not be able to prevent Voldemort from resurrecting..."

At this point, he suddenly realized: "You are standing by and watching, or in other words, you are happy to see Voldemort's resurrection!"

"But what is your purpose?" he asked doubtfully. Just to bring Voldemort back to life so he can be killed? His intuition wasn't that simple.

"You are very smart, Owen." Grindelwald laughed and looked at him with burning eyes. There was an inexplicable light in his eyes, which made Owen feel a real pressure. But he calmed down his momentum in an instant and became like the grandpa next door: "What do you think of the current wizarding world?"

Owen considered his words, wondering what the other party was asking about.

But Grindelwald didn't listen to his answer. He just paused for a moment and continued: "You saw the duel match last week. To be honest, I was surprised. It's hard for me to imagine the level of magic in a school. It would be so…bad, not even mediocre.”

"In the past few days, I have taken a look at the current wizarding world. What do I see? It is a lifeless pool of stagnant water, with wizards who are muddleheaded and muddle along. There is no pursuit, no vitality, and even Muggles know that if you fall behind, you will be beaten. , but wizards are worse than Muggles..."

"The talent of magic only blooms in a few souls. But wizards are wasting this great talent wantonly and trampling on the miracles this world has given us. They have magic wands, but they can only cast weak magic and live their lives. Living in poverty, they even forget how to use wands to protect themselves and attack enemies, and when they encounter danger, they will just scream and run away like Muggles!"

"What do you think this kind of wizard looks like?" He stared at Owen sharply.

Owen was silent for a moment and said softly: "Lamb."

"Yes, Lamb." Grindelwald said quickly but not urgently. "For almost fifty years, I locked myself in the tower and didn't care about the world. I read a lot of books, and a large part of them were Muggles. Written. I have always recognized their wisdom. A population of five billion will eventually give birth to brilliant treasures..."

His eyes seemed to be looking far away, immersed in the world of thoughts: "The Muggle world is changing drastically every year. Their progress over the years has been frighteningly fast, but even if In this way, they never dare to stop. But the wizarding world has always stopped moving forward, and has even become weaker in the isolation..."

"I gradually understood that my previous ideas were too naive and idealistic, and failure was inevitable. So I gave everything to Dumbledore, hoping that he could create a different world."

"But he just kept himself in a turtle shell, afraid of contact with any power, and let the development of the wizarding world go unchecked. Even the so-called pure blood theory was able to flourish for a while..." He twitched the corner of his mouth with disdain, "He used it In fifty years, the wizards have been raised into a group of docile sheep."

"After he got over it, he finally came to see me and told me in tears that he had messed everything up..."

Owen put his fist against his lips and coughed lightly, holding back the inexplicable smile. This guy is really good at using words. It's hard for him to imagine Dumbledore crying.

Grindelwald glanced at him sideways and said without any doubt: "I need a drastic change to break this stagnant water, let the weak lambs take up arms, and give the wizarding world a new lease of life. The wizarding world now needs change, Otherwise, it will just gradually decay and rot. The change may not be so wonderful, but after experiencing the short-term pain, wizards can occupy the height they deserve on the world stage."

"So you need a Dark Lord." Owen said thoughtfully, "But you are not afraid of raising a tiger? Voldemort is not easy to control. In fact, sir... aren't you the best choice?"

"I promised never to gather followers again..." Grindelwald glanced at his right hand, and a thin, glowing red chain quietly emerged, wrapping tightly around his palm, "In order to Witness the Unbreakable Vow.”

Owen's cheek twitched slightly. Then what are you going to do with the black veil after you break out of jail? Call someone over and let them hang out? Speaking of which, is this the reason why you have imprisoned yourself for so many years and stopped causing trouble? Because he was shackled...it was impossible for him to become good just because he was beaten.

Grindelwald suddenly turned his head to look at him, as if he saw what he was slandering. Owen immediately showed a cute and innocent expression and looked at him innocently.

"I'm very optimistic about you, Owen." Grindelwald slowly walked to him, leaned down and stared into his eyes, "You are different, child, you will do great things..."

"What role do you want to play in this upcoming change?" He said softly, with a gentle and aloof smile on his face.

A bright smile broke out on Owen's face, and he said wisely: "I very much agree with your idea, sir. I will do my best to support you..." He expressed "We are in the same team" with his eyes.

Grindelwald stretched out his hand, hugged him, and said in his ear: "Good boy..."

Owen kept smiling and felt the other person's hand pressing the back of his neck. This was a gesture that represented the superior's control over the inferior, and he didn't like it.

There was a long silence in the principal's office, and Owen took the opportunity to say goodbye and leave.

He exhaled outside the office, holding his chin with his fingers, his eyes gradually brightening.

Things are getting interesting.