A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 101 Accidents
The common room on rest days is always noisy, especially when the sun is rising and the little wizards get up from the bed one after another, the lounge is even more noisy.

Owen had brought some breakfast back from the Great Hall, and was sitting in an armchair in front of the fireplace, resting his chin in one hand, smiling as Meletta ate a drumstick slowly.

Under the green light in the lounge, his cheeks seemed to have a tinge of icy paleness, which combined with the delicate facial features and soft outline, gave him a quiet and restrained charm.The short, smooth black hair reflected the light, the eyes reflecting the fire were deep and dark, coupled with the smile that was always on the corner of the mouth, there was always a hint of playfulness in it.

"Good morning, I knew you would bring breakfast." Draco staggered out of the dormitory, took a sandwich and pumpkin juice from the table in front of Owen, sat on the side and stuffed it into his mouth .

Owen shared some breakfast with Harry and the others, then huddled himself in the armchair, enjoying the rare leisure time.His biggest hidden danger has been removed, and he can finally give himself a good vacation.

"Owen, are you sick?" Harry looked at Owen's pale face with some concern, feeling that he was a little sick today, "Your face is not very good, do you want to go to the school hospital?"

Draco also glanced at Owen when he heard the words, his gray eyes were still dull and dazed: "Looking at it this way, it really looks like he is dying."

"If you can talk, just say a few more words." Owen glanced at him with a smile, and said slowly, "Or are you dying too?" Although his face turned pale, he was just like Draco It's about the same level, and it won't look like he's about to die.

"Oh, it costs money to listen to me." Draco gulped down a whole glass of pumpkin juice and said proudly.

"Owen?" Harry was still not at ease.

"I'm fine, and I feel fine." Owen stroked Melet's head once and for all, squinting his eyes happily and shrinking himself into the chair again.

"Okay." Harry took a bite of the pie, and began to think about all kinds of Muggle first aid knowledge and healing spells in his mind.

The common room was getting more and more crowded, until Blaise appeared, and Harry jumped out of his chair like a spring on his body and rushed towards him, trying to grab him by the neck.The two people ran from one end to the other, and the fighting figures attracted a lot of attention.

After a while, Harry came back out of breath, slumped in his chair, and stared fixedly at a Transfiguration textbook in front of him.

"You went to see Dumbledore last night... How about it?" Owen asked enthusiastically.He really wanted to know if Dumbledore ate a cockroach, it would probably become an unforgettable psychological shadow, right?

Seeing Owen's expression that he didn't think it was a big deal, Harry said angrily: "Of course he didn't eat. Mr. Dumbledore said that there are not many things in this world that can plot against him." Of course, he He didn't forget that Dumbledore told him with a wink that it was the most special Christmas gift he had ever received in his life.

Harry just felt so ashamed that he wanted to get under the table, or leave Hogwarts overnight, and kill Blaise by the way.

"What happened?" Draco asked curiously.

"It's okay, Draco." Harry shook his head quickly.He didn't dare to tell Draco about it, otherwise this guy would spread the word to all of Hogwarts the next day.

He changed the subject and said, "Dumbledore said that starting next week, he will teach me some necessary magic."

Facing the complicated and envious eyes of his friends, Harry coughed lightly: "I will teach the magic I learned to everyone in the study group, and Dumbledore agreed."

"Wow, Dumbledore's magic! Harry, I love you!" Blaise ran over and hugged Harry in a circle, and the little wizard who was caught off guard hit the back of his head angrily.

"I remember someone who wasn't a member of the study group." After finally kicking Blaise out, Harry put on a Draco-style haughty expression.

"I want to join!" Blaise raised his hand with bright eyes.He wasn't interested in studying, but he was interested in Dumbledore's magic.No one in this world can refuse Dumbledore's magical knowledge, especially Slytherin who pursues power and honor.

"What type of magic will Dumbledore teach you?" Owen asked thoughtfully.

"Well, actually, sir let me choose it myself. After learning about various types of magic." Harry said a little embarrassedly, "I prefer those general types of spells that don't involve the use of emotions, and many white magics are also It's fascinating, so Dumbledore intends to teach me a combination of both."

Owen stroked the armrest of the chair lightly with his fingers, his eyes narrowed slowly.A certain dark lord should really learn from Dumbledore, this is called teaching students according to their aptitude, the guy who forces others to learn black magic and tricks children is a scumbag!

But can he still use white magic?Owen glanced at his hand suspiciously, silently brewing positive emotions in his heart, these emotions are not without, but it was no surprise that they had a fierce conflict with the turbulent malice that had always been buried deep in his heart.

The powerful bonus effect of the black magic guard on black magic has become a powerful hindrance at this time, making it difficult to use that trace of positive emotions in the display of magic.After all, he didn't completely divide his negative emotions, but just ensured that it would not spread and grow unscrupulously.

"Uh, I hope I can use some simpler ones..." Owen hugged the kitten Lizi who was full of food and drink and was washing his face contentedly, thinking casually.You know, the senior courses will involve a part of white magic, although they are all simple.

"Actually, black magic is interesting..." Draco muttered a few words in a low voice.All pure-blood families are more or less involved in black magic. Although he hasn't touched it yet, young people are always rebellious. He always thinks black magic is cool.

"Dark magic is evil, Draco." Harry said with a serious expression, "The most terrifying thing about it is that it can unconsciously change a wizard's temperament, making you slowly become no longer you. Bullido warned me."

Owen glanced at him with a half-smile, squinted his eyes and said nothing.Black magic is destined to be evil and powerful, and it has already affected his life, and it is the path he is destined to take.

"Oh—" Draco's gray eyes rolled slyly, and then he gave a long answer.

The little wizards chattered excitedly, chatting about the magic that Dumbledore might teach, and everyone had excited expressions on their faces.Only Owen teased Melet with little interest. He didn't think Dumbledore would teach any advanced spells, which required a solid theoretical foundation.At most, there are some defense, counterattack and healing magic, which he doesn't really expect.

"However, now that we have solved our own hidden dangers, part of the plan can also start." Owen said with a smile on his lips, "It's a pity that the preparations have not been completed, otherwise we can just say goodbye to Voldemort... Well, from him It would be nice to learn more black arts there."

He was starting to look forward to the Dark Lord's teachings.

The excitement of the little wizards lasted all day, and it was hard to imagine how they could have so much energy.Owen went to the Room of Requirement at noon, first copied some reference books on the dark arts in Ravenclaw's secret room, and then went into his secret room to fiddle with his suitcase.

At the same time, he also prepared several black cloaks with hoods for himself, and added a unique mark on their chests.

"It's time for the Aether Society to appear." Owen designed a mark for this out-of-the-box society, and then printed them on the cloak one by one, and made several badges and pendants.

The symbol of the Aether Society is very simple. An abstract eye pattern represents seeking knowledge. Inside the eye pupil is a cross star pattern, which represents the ultimate pursuit and cornerstone of magic, and may represent "ether" itself.Three lines of sight emanate from around the eye pattern, representing insight into the past, present and future respectively.

Anyway, it's not a formal organization, just do whatever you want.

It wasn't until the night fell that Owen left the Room of Requirement, read a three-piece night tour to himself, and returned to the lounge.

The common room was much empty, and a few young wizards yawned feebly.Harry was playing wizard chess with Blaise, the two were evenly matched, and the chess pieces on the chessboard were also fighting fiercely.Daphne and Pansy were whispering together, looking at their positions from time to time and giggling.

"Here! Go here and you will win!" Draco pointed to a position on the chessboard.

Harry nodded with a serious face, and then directed his chess pieces to another direction. After Draco helped to eliminate a few wrong answers, he quickly won the game.

"Draco, can you stop talking? Don't you know if you don't talk while watching chess?" Blaise scratched his head angrily.

"Harry, he didn't play where I pointed out!" Draco was also extremely dissatisfied, "If he had listened to my advice, this game of chess would never have dragged on for so long!"

Hmm, that's right, I would lose really fast that way.Harry said in his heart, then picked up the water glass beside him and took a big sip of water.

Owen sat aside in a good mood, looked at Draco who was pacing back and forth anxiously staring at the chessboard, and suddenly became interested: "Draco, how about we play a game?"

Harry and Blaise looked at him together, expressing contempt with their eyes: What level are you?Is it necessary to abuse vegetables to play?

Owen's level of wizard chess is well known, so no one wants to play chess with him, which is too much for confidence.

"Okay!" Draco was not afraid of anyone when it came to playing chess, and quickly brought in a new chessboard and pieces.Daphne and Pansy leaned over curiously to see how they would play.

Owen was thinking about a newly learned phantom spell in his heart, commanding his black chess pieces to scurry around on the board, without paying attention to the chess game at all.Draco's eyes were shining, he was thinking hard, and every step was considered carefully.

This chess game lasted for a long time, and there were fewer and fewer pieces on the chessboard. It was not until the white king let out a scream that he was smashed into several pieces by the black knight. Owen came back to his senses and stared blankly at the chessboard.

He won...but he just messed around.

"Oh, just a little bit!" Draco patted his head angrily.He stared at Owen with scorching eyes, feeling that he was really close to winning this round, and his hand feeling had never been so good.

Tonight, can win!He confidently invited the battle: "One more round!"

Owen blinked his eyes blankly, he really didn't understand.

"How can you play for so long?" Bryce and Harry had already finished a game of chess, and they also stood watching, Bryce said in bewilderment.Daphne had already seen the clue, gave Owen a funny look, and then patted Draco on the shoulder with a little pity.

Harry was holding back his laughter, and suddenly fell down with a "plop", his body twitching in pain, and his face quickly turned pale.

"What's wrong with you, Harry!" Draco screamed.He threw himself on Harry's side, shook his body, and froze there helplessly.

The young wizards next to him also turned pale with fright at the sudden situation, and surrounded them worriedly, trying to get Harry, whose movements were getting weaker and weaker, to the school hospital.

"Let me see..." Owen's eyes flickered, he pulled out his wand and cast a healing spell at Harry, but it had no effect.Then he used a detection spell, and detected a trace of undetectable magical fluctuations on Harry, perhaps a protective spell secretly arranged by Dumbledore.

"So it shouldn't be cursed black magic." Owen thinks that the most likely situation is poisoning.

He dug a bezoar out of one of his pockets, squeezed Harry's cheek, opened his tightly closed mouth, and shoved the bezoar down his throat.

Owen has always had the habit of carrying a lot of props on his body, not just magic props, but also emergency items to deal with various unexpected situations.

Although it was affected by the bezoar, Harry's condition didn't seem to be much better. The trembling that had been weakened became violent and painful again, and an abnormal blush appeared on his pale cheeks.

"Send him to the school hospital!" Owen said solemnly, waving his wand to make Harry's body lightly levitate.

When everyone hurriedly pulled Harry's body and ran out, Owen picked up the glass of water that Harry had drunk, glanced at it, and pointed at Harry and said "flying around", making all the objects on Harry's body fly away. over here.

Finally, he finally found the culprit, an inconspicuous black spider the size of a coin.

"Is Harry okay?" Daphne asked palely on the way to the school hospital.

"I'm not sure." Owen stared at the spider floating in his palm, and said softly, "I've never seen this kind of spider, and although the bezoar has a detoxification effect, its function is mainly to target the toxins that are taken orally. The effect of the bite is greatly reduced."

"What are you doing? Don't sleep in the middle of the night!" Filch came out from a corner of the corridor lingeringly, as if wherever a little wizard violated the school rules, he would appear there like a ghost.However, after seeing Harry's situation, he could only murmur and let everyone go.

A group of people were making noise in the school hospital, which made Madam Pomfrey very angry.But after seeing Harry's situation, she hurriedly dragged the unconscious little wizard over, bled him, and poured various potions bottle by bottle.

"This should be the spider that bit him, Madam Pomfrey." Owen showed her the spider.

"A poisonous black spider from Australia, a very dangerous magical creature... Poor child." Madam Pomfrey nodded hurriedly, then dragged Harry into the treatment room, and slammed the door hard.

The group waited outside the door for a long time before Madam Pomfrey came out slowly, wiping the corners of her eyes sadly.

"Ma'am, Harry...is he hopeless?" Draco asked in a difficult voice with a pale face.

"No, if it was later, he would really be hopeless." Madam Pomfrey comforted softly, "Fortunately, someone gave him an emergency detoxification treatment, which bought us a little precious time... Coprolith oh, what a smart choice, it has more or less effect on many toxins."

"The child is fine, but he still needs to stay here for a few days. It's very late now, you'd better go back and rest first," Madam Pomfrey said.

A group of people breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the common room together.Along the way, they were all discussing why there was such a dangerous poisonous spider in the castle. That spider should be far away in Australia, instead of running all the way to England.

"I can guarantee that the spider must have been released with those monsters on Halloween, but it was not found at the time, and somehow it got on Harry today." Draco expressed his opinion loudly, and got Many people agree.

"It might have been brought into the school on purpose, isn't it?" Daphne whispered.

Her question was not answered, but the faces of the little wizards became serious.No one could rule out that it was a murder, after all the victim was Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived.Maybe there were people who secretly worshiped the Dark Lord secretly hated him.

"I'm going to write a letter to tell my dad, he will be able to easily investigate the truth of the matter." Draco said, patted his chest.

After returning to the lounge, a group of people were still guessing enthusiastically, imagining things getting darker and more terrifying, and they didn't remember to go back to sleep in the middle of the night.

The next day, Owen and the others went to the school hospital to visit Harry.He has come to his senses, and although his face is still pale, he is in good spirits.Many people learned that the famous Harry Potter was almost poisoned to death last night, so they all came to have a look, and Madam Pomfrey had to separate his ward.

Harry already knew what happened last night from others. He looked at his friends gratefully, and sincerely thanked Owen: "Thank you for saving me, Owen. If it weren't for your bezoar, I might have died." died."

"It's just what we can do." Owen shook his head, and then threw the black spider that had turned into a specimen at the corner of Harry's bed, "This is the spider that bit you, do you want to keep it as a baby?" commemorate?"

Harry shrank his body suddenly, staring at the spider, the corner of his mouth twitched and said, "I don't think so..." He felt that he was beginning to have a psychological shadow on the spider.

Owen laughed, then asked, "How did you get it on you yesterday?"

Harry's expression became serious, he thought for a while, then shook his head blankly: "I didn't meet anything wrong yesterday, and I didn't meet anyone wrong, maybe it's just me being unlucky...or maybe it's the person behind the scenes The black hand has attacked me!"

He remembered that he was tampered with and came to Slytherin when he was in the sorting house. He hadn't encountered any suspicious targets these days, so he somewhat neglected the prevention and investigation of this matter.Now the more he thought about it, the more he felt that that guy was going to deal with him.

After hearing Harry's analysis, Owen nodded without knowing what expression to make: "Just know how to be prepared, I'll go first."

Harry waved his hands at everyone, secretly determined to investigate this matter quickly.

(End of this chapter)