A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 10 Schrödinger's Muse Rabbit

"Yes, that's right... in order to drive away a... vampire I met in Romania... that haunts... Vampires repel the smell of large... garlic."

Professor Quirrell looked weak, and stammered to answer the little wizard's question. He seemed obedient, which attracted bursts of laughter.

"Ah, Harry Potter!" He stopped beside Harry suddenly, rubbing his hands together and said excitedly, "I think you must know...you know why?"

"Because the smell of garlic is like excrement to vampires..." Harry said calmly, "Garlic can indeed drive vampires away, and it's disgusting to be precise, but don't expect a dog who is dazzled by anger The vampire will let you go because of that."

"En...completely correct!" Professor Quirrell had an over-excited expression on his face, "Perfect answer...answer! Slytheringa... plus ten points! As I said, you don't need to take this class at all... ..."

"It's in the textbook, Professor, I just previewed it before class..." said Harry.

"Okay... great!" cried Quirrell, as if Harry had done something really great.

Harry's expression was a little uncomfortable, but thinking about what happened this morning...he felt calm again in an instant.

"Harry Potter really lives up to its reputation, at least it is very stable and has the demeanor of a general." Daphne whispered.

"Well, it seems that his reputation is not all water." Blaise nodded in agreement.

Owen looked at Harry with some surprise, but did such a big change happen on the first day when he was assigned to Slytherin?Not only will you preview in advance, but even your temperament has changed?Isn't it said that the country is easy to change and the nature is hard to change?This is getting too fast.

Shaking his head amusedly, Owen continued to flip through his Defense Against the Dark Arts preview notes, thinking about how to cast several spells, without participating in the whispers of the people around him.

In the blink of an eye, this joke-like Defense Against the Dark Arts class ended, and this was their last class for the day.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, the little wizards scrambled out of the classroom and walked towards the auditorium, eager to appease their hungry stomachs with food.

After washing his hands carefully, Owen came to the auditorium and had dinner with a large group of young wizards.Harry came over to get some food and then left in a hurry, looking at his back was always a bit gloomy, even if Malfoy called his name loudly behind him, he acted as if he didn't hear him.

"What's he doing?" Malfoy raised his shoulders in confusion, and looked at Crabbe and Goyle who were frantically stuffing food into their mouths.The expressions of the two big men matched each other and shook their heads in confusion.

"Let's hide from you. This morning you took Potter to show off in the city. You don't think it's ashamed, but we don't." Theodore Nott whispered behind him, and then floated away like a ghost.

"Impossible! Harry was blushing with joy," Malfoy called to Theodore.

"That's embarrassing." Blaise made up the knife next to him, and Daphne nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Really? I think it's okay." Malfoy turned his head and looked at Owen suspiciously, as if he wanted to get some support from him.

"Well, there are always people who don't like to be ostentatious. They think it's like bullies parading the streets and crabs running rampant..." Owen said with a smile, and then offered cryptic advice in more acceptable words, "I think Harry should prefer to keep a low profile." Some, otherwise you'll look like an upstart... nouveau riche who gets carried away with his own fame."

"I don't think there's anything wrong with that." Only Pansy's brain circuit matched Malfoy's.

Malfoy was seriously considering Owen's words, and nodded thoughtfully after a long time: "I understand."

Owen tilted his head and glanced at him, not quite sure what he understood.

Putting the last bite of the pie into his mouth, he returned to the common room with Blaise and Daphne. There were already many students sitting on the carved chairs in twos and threes.

Owen threw his backpack on the chair closest to the fireplace, and went back to the dormitory first. He didn't forget to feed the rabbit.

As soon as he entered the dormitory, he saw Harry sitting on the four-poster bed with his head bowed and reading a book. His thin and thin figure looked lonely and pitiful.

"Oh, hi, Owen, you're back." Hearing Owen's footsteps, Harry raised his head to take a look, put down the textbook in his hand and rubbed his eyes.

"Why don't you go to the common room?" Owen nodded to him, walked to his desk, and asked casually.

"Uh, um... I think it's quieter here," Harry muttered softly.

"Actually, you don't need to accommodate Malfoy. If the other party really troubles you, then you have to say it openly. Some things are open, but it's actually not a big problem." Owen said with a smile, "Just hold it in my heart blindly, the hidden dissatisfaction will not disappear, it will only become a pimple in my heart, and one day it will explode, hurting others and myself."

Harry sighed like an adult and said, "He's so enthusiastic, I don't know..."

Owen didn't say any more, he glanced at the rabbit lying in the nest, and his eyes froze.Raising his hand to touch Muse's head, he could only feel the coldness and stiffness in his hand.

The Muse is dead.

She's just an ordinary rabbit, not a magical creature with a longer lifespan.Probably because there is a large part of the blood of Polish rabbits, Muse is small in size, only the size of a palm, and the life span of small rabbits is shorter.

Owen met her by chance in the forest near the manor when he was a child. When this little thing saw Owen walking past, he just stared blankly, like a silly roe deer.Seeing that she was bold, Owen took her back and raised her.

Speaking of it, Muse is really worry-free, she is not picky eater and rarely gets sick, and she is not afraid of people like normal rabbits.Owen uses her to perform magic tricks, she can't cooperate, but she can't run around, like a non-moving magic prop, which is quite in line with Owen's wishes.

However, as Owen grew up, Muse became an old rabbit.

"Oh, it's about time." Owen found a box and put Muse in it, "At least you are also a rabbit who has entered Hogwarts."

"What's wrong with your rabbit?" Harry asked cautiously.

"Dead." Owen held the box in his hands.

"Sorry..." Harry said, only to realize that Owen's expression was very calm.

"I have been mentally prepared for a long time, and she is also dying." Owen said calmly.In his past and present lives, he has raised many animals, the most common ones are magic pigeons, and he has seen many of them leave.

"oh oh."

Owen walked out of the castle, dug a pit in the grass on the edge of the Forbidden Forest and buried it, then returned to the common room, curled himself up in a chair in front of the fireplace and warmed himself by the fire.

"By the way, there is a copy of Muse in the wall-facing space." Owen went into the wall-facing space, intending to dispose of it.

As soon as he entered the misty white space, Owen saw a white fluffy ball rushing towards him, squatting at his feet and looking at him with his head tilted, his red eyes were very energetic.

"Huh? Muse?" Owen was startled, bent down to hug the rabbit, and looked up and down strangely.

The tip of the rabbit's nose shrugged, and it found a comfortable position in Owen's hand and lay down, chewing the air with its mouth, as if hinting at something.

As everyone knows, at this moment, Owen's heart is full of turmoil: "It's really a muse, with exactly the same personality and habits!"

"I made this copy when Muse was alive. At that time, it was just a non-moving shell. So, after Muse died, she lived in this space?"

"That is to say, the space facing the wall can bring the dead back to life? Although it is only a resurrection that exists in this space, if we study it in depth, can we truly resurrect the dead?"

Owen was a little excited thinking about various possibilities, and his thoughts sparked bright sparks in his mind.After a long time, he calmed down and analyzed something else.

"Wait, Muse is just an unintelligent rabbit who can't speak or express. Did her thoughts come here after her death, or was it just a space-replicated thought, or did she generate another completely different thinking, there is no way to prove..."

"But no matter what, this space facing the wall is more mysterious and interesting than I imagined." Owen sighed, stroked the soft fur of the rabbit, and then put her on the ground.

After returning to reality, Owen first finished today's homework before returning to the wall-facing space, intending to continue practicing the spell.

Before starting the training, Owen glanced in the direction of Muse, his expression suddenly froze.

I saw the little rabbit lying on the ground without a sound, without the slightest ups and downs of its abdomen.

Owen leaned over and touched it. Although the body was still soft, it had no life breath.

"Dead again?" Owen tugged at the short hair on his forehead in great confusion, as if he had made up his mind to murder his own hairline.The rabbit died and lived, and lived and died. Is this playing with his feelings?

Regardless of practicing the spell, Owen left the space facing the wall in an instant, and he needed to calm down.

"What's going on? Because the copy of Muse in the space is also very old, so it died of old age just now?" Owen looked deeply distressed, and Daphne, who was watching, was a little worried.

"Owen?" Daphne's eyes showed a deep blue under the light, like a calm and gentle lake, "Are you sad for Muse?"

Owen shook his head, said a few words to her, and after sending the little girl back to do her homework, he returned to the space facing the wall again, with a somewhat stiff face, seeing that the rabbit that should have died there was jumping up and down again.

"This matter is evil." He groaned.

After going back and forth in the wall-facing space more than 20 times, Owen finally determined the state of Rabbit Muse.

Every time he returns to the wall space, the probability of Muse being dead and alive is random, which is about a [-]/[-] probability.

"This is... Schrödinger's rabbit?" After the initial suspicious life, Owen quickly became excited, "The entire wall space is like a huge black box. When I don't enter it, the Muse may In a superposition state of life and death?"

"So the wall-facing space might be related to the microscopic realm?"

"Every time I enter the space, the state of the muse collapses into one of life or death...Is this the observer effect?"

"interesting."

(End of this chapter)