I, Hogwarts Second Week

(The previous chapter has been modified)

At this moment, the oak door of the office was suddenly pushed open. A small gap was revealed.

After a few seconds, the gap became larger and larger, and something came in, but Owen did not see it.

Then the door closed again.

"Hmm? Invisibility cloak? No, it's an invisibility cloak."

Only the Deathly Hallows can be called an invisibility cloak.

The invisibility cloak is a precious magical garment that can be made using the hair of an invisible beast, a creature that can become invisible when threatened, and its characteristics can be used to make the cloak invisible. But the invisibility effect of this cloak is not permanent, and the entity will be revealed over time.

It can also be made by casting a disillusionment spell or a sleight of hand on an ordinary travel cloak.

The former can be sold for thousands of Galleons each, and the latter, unless it is cast by a wizard of Dumbledore's level, the disillusionment spell and sleight of hand of ordinary wizards can be easily detected by the original form spell.

Owen stared at an invisible person wandering around the office.

It has a certain clear purpose.

Because Owen found that the documents on Dumbledore's desk and on the bookshelf behind him were floating in the air, and they were opened and flipped through one by one.

Obviously, that person was looking for some confidential documents or something.

Hmm - seems to remember something?

Owen suddenly remembered that it seemed that someone had said that he would sneak into the principal's office at the beginning of this year.

"The true form is revealed."

Thinking of this, he walked out of the corner directly, raised his hand casually, and didn't even take out the magic wand.

The golden light curtain was gorgeous and short, and in an instant, the true image of the invisible person was revealed.

"What about two-hand preparation?"

"No - because you know I don't need a password to come here."

The cloak fell.

A figure with a face exactly like his appeared.

The whole person was stunned.

"Your father has already defected from Voldemort. Are you still working for him?" Owen opened his mouth and said, "No, this is also a two-handed preparation. Find what Voldemort wants. If Lucius is captured in the future, maybe that thing can save his life.

That's what you think.

Draco."

Yes, Draco.

Owen easily saw through the true identity of the person in front of him.

And the person in front of him, the emerald green eyes that were similar to his were instantly filled with panic.

He held the chopping board with one hand, his body was shaking a little, and he stood unsteadily.

This year is the most painful year he has ever spent.

His parents betrayed Voldemort and disappeared.

At the beginning of the school year, he received an order from Voldemort from a Death Eater.

Between the choice of carrying out the mission and his parents' betrayal, he may not be able to sleep all night.

There is no way, his father did not tell him many things in order to protect himself.

Some absurd realities are complicated and not as simple as stories, and it is easy to find the context. The reality is that he must do something for himself, his parents, and even the future of the Malfoy family.

As for what to do?

That's not important.

What's important is that he must do something, because once he stops - it's too painful.

Bear the loneliness, bear the pain of being neither black nor white, bear the pain of not being able to really become Voldemort's servant, and not being able to raise the wand to resist Voldemort.

In the cracks of nothingness, people will go crazy.

So, in the end, he still chose to execute Voldemort's order and steal Dumbledore's information about the God-granting Tower.

Mastering this information may not stop Voldemort from raising the butcher knife against them, but at least he can sleep peacefully tonight.

Yes, that's what he thought.

Revealing the truth makes Owen a little regretful.

Because the murderer who poisoned is definitely not him.

He has no motive for committing the crime, and he doesn't have the courage.

Tsk tsk - the real murderer is hard to find.

"Don't want to say something?" Owen stared at him with a flat tone.

"Are you going to arrest me and send me to Dumbledore?" Draco, who was disguised as him, said indifferently.

"Heh - I don't think the headmaster has the time for this. Breaking into his office is not a crime. I guess at most he will be detained for a few days." Owen walked to the table in the center of the room with a leisurely pace and picked up a few candies from the plate on the table.

"It's Snape." He stuffed the candy into his mouth in one bite - well, it's really sweet. It's so sweet that it's greasy. "He is very angry about the thief who dared to steal his collection."

"I'm not afraid of him." Draco said.

"Yes, yes, you are not afraid of him. You should be afraid when he beats you up." Owen supported the edge of the table with both hands, then kicked his calves lightly and sat on the table. "There won't be what you want here. Because Dumbledore is used to remembering important information in his head, not on paper."

Hearing this, Draco's face darkened.

"That's right, you've worked in vain."

"I think..."

"Lucius didn't tell you a lot of things." Owen interrupted him and continued, "He betrayed Voldemort a long time ago, five years ago. The Saints reached a cooperation with him."

"Voldemort himself knew this very well. The reason why he didn't destroy your family was because your family still had value, whether it was money, intelligence, or prestige. In short, before Lucius really broke with him, Voldemort chose to keep him alive."

"But later, after Voldemort planned to use [Death Root] to transform his subordinates into [Pretenders] in exchange for absolute loyalty, Lucius's betrayal became a certainty. I guess you were not in London last summer. Right."

"New Zealand, our family has assets there." Draco said.

"Oh? New Zealand?" Owen raised his eyebrows, "That's a coincidence."

"So, you see, Lucius was ready to betray Voldemort at least two years ago. He didn't just start taking action this year.

You are the safest at Hogwarts, and summer vacation is the most dangerous time. But I guess Lucius must have discussed it with the Saints. Maybe Dumbledore knows the truth and he will arrange something for you. Safe place to go. "

"I don't need it!" Draco suddenly became emotional and his long silver hair trembled, "I don't need charity, it's just death."

"What you said is so righteous." Owen said scornfully, not saving any face for the idiot in front of him pretending to be him. "Okay, why do adolescent brats have so many ideas?"

He raised his head and his eyes fell on the portraits on the wall. Only his peripheral vision fell on the face that looked exactly like his own. "Just live in peace. If you die, the bloodline of the Malfoy family will be cut off."

After that, he jumped down from the table, turned around and walked towards the oak door.

"Still not leaving? Are you waiting for Dumbledore to come back?" he said, turning his head and glancing at Draco.

"snort--"

"Because of you, I didn't eat dinner today." Owen's eyes flashed with a dangerous light. "How dare you show off to me!"

As he said that, he stood there, waiting for Draco to come over, and kicked him.

"Come on, let's go to the kitchen and have a look. I don't know if there is any leftover food."

The two of them, like twins, left the principal's office.

Through the oak door.

There are portraits on the walls, and conversations coming from outside can still be vaguely heard.

"I'm warning you, don't be like me again. Where did you get my body tissue? And - what does it mean to wear women's clothing in Myrtle's bathroom? And be seen."

The principals all had black lines on their faces.

I'm thinking in my heart, today's students are really having fun.

The outside of the castle at this time.

In Hagrid's hut.

Slughorn and Hagrid were very drunk.

Their faces were flushed.

"For Harry Potter!" Hagrid shouted, drinking down the fourteenth barrel of wine in one gulp, his mouth ran a little, and he didn't realize it at all, and took the initiative to find wine to fill his big glass.

"That's right!" Slughorn shouted a little unclearly, "For Barry Water, save the boy, well, that's pretty much what it means." He muttered, and drank it down in one gulp.

The two held hands, swayed, and suddenly sang a sad song.

——The hero Odo was carried back to his hometown.

——Carried to a place familiar to him since his childhood.

——Hat turned inside out and buried.

——The wand broke into two pieces, how sad.

Singing, singing, Hagrid's big unkempt head rolled into his arms and he began to snore deeply.

He fell asleep.

"Sorry!" Slughorn burped, "I never sing in tune."

"It's okay, Professor." Harry said softly, "I've already experienced it, haven't I? When I was one year old."

"Oh, no -" Slughorn wailed, "How terrible, so sad at such a young age."

"I suppose you don't remember that, Harry?" he asked.

"I don't remember." Harry said, staring at the candlelight flickering in Hagrid's heavy snoring. "Together with their appearance. It was as if they had never appeared before and disappeared."

"No—" Slughorn moaned in pain again. As tears fell from the corners of Hagrid's eyes, his whole body trembled and his eyes became moist.

"I once had a fish called Francis. It was very precious to me, but one morning when I got up to check the fish tank, I found that it suddenly disappeared.

Disappeared."

The old man's face covered with vicissitudes of life was full of sorrow, and the earthy yellow firelight shone on him, as if a handful of loess was spread on him.

His eyes were moist, reflecting the light of regret.

Harry suddenly realized that the old wizard in front of him was already over one hundred and twenty years old and was about to die.

Slughorn, staring at Harry, into his eyes.

The same eyes as Lily.

"Francis was given to me by a student." He said intermittently, like a dying old man explaining his funeral affairs. "It was in the spring. One afternoon I found an extra bowl on the table, and the water in it was very shallow. , only a few inches high, with a petal floating on it. I just took a look at it, and the petal started to sink. When it was about to sink to the bottom, it suddenly changed - "

"Becoming a little fish is such a wonderful magic. Breathtaking." The old man murmured with a tearful tone, "That lily petal was given to me by Lily, your mother."

“The day I came downstairs—the day the bowl was empty, so did your mother, I knew why you came here.

But I can't say it. Once I say it, it's over. "

"Do you know why I survived? Professor." Harry pointed at the lightning scar on his forehead with burning eyes. "The night I got the scar."

"It's all because of her, because she sacrificed herself. Her love for me is stronger than Voldemort's magic."

"No—don't mention that name," cried Slughorn suddenly, raising his trembling hands with fear on his face. "Really, I'm just an old man."

"I'm not afraid of this name, Professor!" Harry stood up, "I want to tell you one thing, about the rumor circulating in the wizarding world, yes, that's right, I am the Savior. I can destroy him , but before I do that again, I need your memory.

My mother, she gave her life to resist Voldemort, but you, you don't even want to give me a memory. "

Hagrid's thunderous snores filled the cabin, and Harry looked intently at Slughorn.

"Don't say that, Harry, don't say that, please, don't say that again!" He whispered, tears falling from his eyes, "If I can help you, of course it won't be a problem, no problem at all, but That thing is useless..."

"Useful!" Harry said clearly, "Dumbledore needs to understand, I need to understand, this is the greatest help to us, we need that memory."

"Be brave, Professor..." Harry said, "Just like my mother."

Slughorn raised his fat hand and pressed his trembling fingers to his tear-soaked mouth.

"Okay." He looked like a huge baby for a moment, and he murmured quietly from between his fingers, "The memory you want, I have always been ashamed of what it showed, I feel disgraceful, I may have caused a lot of harm that day... I should have stopped him. I had an obligation to stop him. He was once my student, and I have a lot of responsibility for him becoming what he is today. I have confessed countless times at night. , If I had done more, or if I hadn’t done that that day... wouldn’t things be like this today?”

Slughorn very, very slowly put his hand into his pocket and pulled out his wand. With his other hand, he took out a small empty bottle from his cloak. Still looking into Harry's eyes, Slughorn put the tip of his wand against Harry's. on the temple and then removed.

The tip of the stick brought out a long silver thread of memory. It stretched longer and longer, and finally broke, and the silver light floated on the tip of the stick.

Slughorn put it into the bottle. The silver wire curled up, then unrolled, swirling like gas.

Then he took out another bottle and also pulled out a piece of silver.

Finally, he tightened the bottle caps with trembling hands and handed the two bottles to Harry across the table, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

"You're a good boy, Harry." Slughorn said, tears flowing down his fat cheeks into his walrus beard again. "You have eyes like hers. I hope you won't stop after seeing this." Thinking too badly of me..."

"I know, Professor!" Harry said softly.

Looking into Harry's eyes, he seemed to have a thousand words to say, but in the end, he said nothing more. Because of the effect of alcohol, he put his head in his arms, sighed, and fell asleep!

Harry leaned back in his chair and breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally got the memory.

Now, he should go back to the castle and find Dumbledore immediately.

He didn't know that Dumbledore wasn't at the castle tonight.

He was far less informed than Draco.

"Owen!"

In the dark corner, a deep voice sounded.

At the corner of the corridor, Hermione suddenly appeared.

Elusive.

"How was it? Did you catch the impostor?"

She stared intensely at the silver-haired boy in front of her.

Desperately wanting to know the truth from his mouth.

However, after looking at those emerald green eyes for a few seconds, she suddenly felt a strange feeling in her heart.

Because the way Owen looked at him was full of anger, contempt and unpredictable envy. Perhaps just for a moment, Hermione thought she was mistaken.

But the next voice convinced her that she was right.

"Hey! I'm here!" Owen's voice came from behind the boy in front of him.

Hermione tilted her head, and another figure exactly like the boy in front of her appeared in her sight.

".This" the little witch quickly took a step back and then took out her wand.

"who is he?"

"It's a pervert," Owen replied.

"No!" Draco scowled and yelled angrily.

"Okay, it looks like you know each other?" Hermione heard the banter between the two, and it was obvious that they knew each other. However, she remained vigilant and did not put down her wand.

"You all know him." Owen shrugged, "And he is not the murderer of the poison. Well - for the sake of his face, I won't say who he is."

Draco breathed a sigh of relief.

The tense nerves relaxed.

But he didn't relax much. The effect of the polyjuice potion he brewed could only last for more than half an hour, and now the time was almost up.

"He?" Hermione blinked, "It's a boy?" She put away her wand, feeling a little relieved in her heart.

"Okay, we should go find Harry. He should be back."

Owen gave Draco a look, and he nodded understandingly, then ran away without a trace.

"Hey -" Hermione was about to stop her, but was held back by Owen.

"We have more important things to do." Owen said with a hint of regret.

Because he originally planned to go to the kitchen just now, but now I'm afraid that won't be possible.

"I think you are protecting him." Hermione pouted and said unhappily, "He disguised himself as you, but he did a lot of bad things. Even if he were a boy, he might do something shameful."

"Well-cough cough." Hearing this, Owen coughed a few times and sighed, "That's it. I'm not interested in exploring the darkness deep in a person's heart."

"Except you, of course."

After that, he pulled Hermione up and walked quickly along the corridor together.

Now they are going to the entrance hall.

It is a must-go place to many places, and it is easy to block Harry there.