A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 103 Your Hands Are Poisonous!
Hearing that the man was going to kill him, Harry's pupils shrank suddenly.

He quickly glanced at Draco who was holding on to the hem of his clothes. There seemed to be a tear hanging from the corner of this guy's eye, and then he glanced at Owen who was struggling in the shadows and trying to get up, and his heart began to get impatient.

He frantically thought about ways to escape, and while glancing at his wand that fell on the ground far away from the corner of his eye, he tried his best to delay the time: "Aether Institute? Why are you killing me? Are you worshipers of Voldemort?"

"Voldemort? He is not worthy of our worship. The etheric society only pursues the ultimate in magic, and you, who can defeat the Dark Lord just after birth... should be a great research material." The man in the black cloak has come to Harry Before, the two little wizards were shrouded in a huge shadow, "Huh, don't waste your time, you will become one of my best collections, together with us, we will finally be in the bag after half a year of lurking in Hogwarts." together with the Philosopher's Stone in..."

As he spoke, he stretched out a big white hand from under the cloak, reaching for Harry's forehead.Harry rolled aside like a lazy ass, and at the same time pushed Draco to a further position, and then flew towards his wand, but in the end he could only watch helplessly as his wand was hit by a spell, rolling away into a corner farther away from him.

The man in the black cloak seemed to be playing with a cat and a mouse. He stepped up to him and continued to grab his hair.

Draco, who was stunned by the side, finally regained consciousness at the moment. He sneaked into his pocket, trying to get out the alchemy items for self-defense, but he heard the man in the black cloak mockingly sneer and said: "Don't Move around, otherwise I don't mind killing one more..."

Draco shuddered again and froze there.The guy didn't seem to want to kill him, but let him watch Harry get killed?But neither Harry nor Owen had the power to resist, so what effect could his resistance have?No, he has a defensive alchemy item that passively triggers the Iron Armor Curse, and he can always block the curse a few more times than the other two guys!
"It's really up to me at a time like this!" Thinking of this, he nodded obediently, shrank back to the corner, his gray eyes rolled around, and his hand blocked by his body continued to feel in his pocket go.

Owen watched Draco's little movements speechlessly. This guy is quite clever, but why is he so stubborn?He didn't want to use magic spells to attack Draco, because ordinary spells would only be blocked by the Iron Armor Curse, which would easily expose his true level, but didn't he use "Owen" to remind the two of his strength?Draco wondered if "Owen", who was knocked down by a blow, would not have alchemy items to defend against spells?
Seeing Draco's stubborn behavior, if Owen is really a dark wizard who sneaked into the school, he will be beaten by the society right now.

"Could it be that a reckless lion like Harry will be assimilated after staying for a long time?" Owen thought wildly, and quickened his hand movements, "But the heart is not bad..."

Before Draco made any other moves, Owen had already grabbed Harry's head, joking in a playful tone in his heart: "Harry, it's time to discover the power hidden in your body."

Feeling a big cold hand grabbing his hair violently, Harry struggled desperately, grabbing the other's palm with both hands.The unexpected happened, and Harry suddenly heard a scream of pain from above his head, and felt the man let go of his hair, desperately trying to pull his hand back.

Harry looked up, and saw dense blisters appearing on the pale palm of the man in the black cloak, which looked terrifying.He was still in a state of confusion when he heard the man's annoyed voice: "Your hands... are poisonous!"

The angry male voice reminded Harry, feeling the hand that was about to be withdrawn, Harry clenched it tighter, and heard the man's screaming more horribly.Immediately afterwards, Harry felt a sudden loss of strength from his palm, and the man in the black cloak staggered away from him.

Harry felt anxious, knowing that this was his only chance, so he rushed towards the man.The man seemed terrified, hid the blistered hand under the cloak, cast a spell that knocked Harry out of the way, and fled quickly down the corridor.

Harry rolled around on the floor before getting up out of breath, seeing the back of the man in the black cloak gradually going away, he was deeply relieved.Immediately afterwards, he saw Owen struggling to stand up in the shadows, picked up the dropped wand from the ground, and chased after the fleeing man in black cloak.

"Owen!" Harry was stunned.Why is this guy Owen more reckless than him?

Seeing Owen chasing the back of the man in the black cloak around a corner and disappearing, Harry hurriedly picked up his wand and ran after the two, not forgetting to call out to Draco: "Draco, Don't follow, go to the professor for help!"

Owen manipulated his phantom to follow behind him, quickly took off the prop glove on his hand while running, and then put on another slightly smaller prop glove.They're little more than specially prepared props that, when squeezed, produce scary-looking blisters.

Owen has three purposes tonight, one is to tell Harry that a mysterious organization has infiltrated Hogwarts, the other is to remind him about the Sorcerer's Stone, and the third is to make Harry think he has a strange ability that can hurt certain people.

The third point is Owen's backhand for future plans, purely aimed at Voldemort and Quirrell, because only they can't touch Harry.There are actually many variables in using Harry as the back-hand, because Harry's combat power is not strong at this stage, and even if he does not die in the face of Quirrell and Voldemort, he may not be able to solve them. After all, the plot of the original book requires too many coincidences.

Therefore, if Owen wants to make Harry understand his reliance, Voldemort will definitely have a lot to say to Harry, and Harry just needs to find the right opportunity to pounce on his face like a face hugger without hesitation or hesitation. !

"Well, I need to strengthen the instinct to pounce on the face." Owen waved his wand playfully with a smile, released the phantom again, and then raised his hand and pressed the bracket on his shoulder.The wooden bracket shrank suddenly, the length was reduced by ten centimeters, and the upper end became smoother, making the shoulders look rounder and thinner.

In a blink of an eye, he looked like a thin man or woman about 1.7 meters tall.

Harry had already run around the corner, he anxiously called Owen's name, and saw Owen's back from a distance, chasing the hem of a black cloak around the corner in front of him.Harry was about to raise his foot to catch up, when a crisp female voice suddenly sounded, making him look aside in fright.

A figure wearing the same black cloak came out of a dark door, and the lazy female voice was full of disdain: "Triff really lived and returned, and he was chased by a little guy." run……"

"You're Lilith?" Harry thought of the man waiting for a woman named Lilith, and his heart began to pound when he saw the same silver eye pattern on the woman's cloak.

"Little friend, can you go back with your sister?" A pale hand grabbed Harry.The wand in Harry's hand came out again, and in a flash of thought, he remembered that the man in the black cloak said that he had poison in his hand, so he gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand to grab the woman's palm.

"Huh?" The woman made a confused nasal sound, as if she didn't understand why he was so proactive.Then she too screamed in pain like the man, and horrible blisters appeared on her hands.

Harry's eyes lit up, and while grabbing the woman's palm, he quickly threw himself into her arms, and the other hand was about to press the woman's head hidden under the hood.He understands that this is his only chance of escape now!

The woman narrowly avoided Harry's claws, and took the opportunity to distance herself. With a flick of the cloak on her body, the dense fog instantly submerged her figure, and only a bitter female voice came from the fog: "Ha Leigh Potter, I remember you! I'll be back!"

Her voice became farther and farther away, and when Harry passed through the thick fog, he could no longer see the other party at all.

It took him a long time to find his wand, and he grew more and more worried about Owen's situation.When he was about to continue chasing, he found that Owen came back panting, holding his wand firmly in his hand, and his pale face looked strange.

Thinking of the second-year declaration he blurted out just now during his self-performing performance, Owen had the urge to cover his face.Is this the kind of person you are in essence?Or is it that it has been suffocated all these years?

"Owen, as long as you're fine!" Harry finally relaxed, panting with his hands on his knees, "Why did you catch up? It's too reckless! If you are hurt by them, I..."

Owen tightly pursed his pale white lips, actually holding back a serious smile. It was really strange to be called reckless by a reckless man.He said softly: "I'm sorry, I was impulsive. I think that man seems to have been seriously injured, so I wanted to keep him, but in the end I lost it..."

"Is there... any special ability in you?" He turned to look at Harry's hand.

Harry looked at his palm blankly, shook his head and said, "I don't know, I've never had this ability before... That man said I had poison on my hands, and then I hurt a woman." His expression More and more flustered and restless, has he awakened some terrible ability that can hurt others through touch?Will he never be able to touch others again?
Thinking of this, Harry felt that his future life was gloomy.Is he not going to have a girlfriend?

At this time, a pale palm rested on his hand. Under Harry's horrified gaze, Owen's hand didn't appear terrible blisters, nor did he utter a cry of pain.

"Look, I'm fine." Owen showed his white palm to Harry, and said with a smile, "I think those people will be hurt, either because they are malicious to you, or because they have special It just happens to be in opposition to a certain power in you."

"That's good." Harry heaved a sigh of relief, and scratched his head again, "But I don't feel that I have any power in me, and it's not that I haven't met people who are malicious to me before, but neither are they."

He suddenly thought of something, and his expression became serious: "You said... Could it be because I was bitten by a poisonous spider a few days ago, and then something happened to me?"

...do you think you are Spider-Man?Owen blinked his eyes, smiled without saying a word.

While the two were talking, hurried footsteps came from the depths of the corridor again.

"Professor... just ahead..." Draco's voice came from a distance, causing the two of them to look over together, and then they met a pair of blank, indifferent, even annoyed black eyes.

"Professor Snape..." Harry moaned inwardly, drooping his head in dejection.

"I can't think of a reason for you to appear here at this time, Potter, Shafik. You dared to come out for a night tour just after escaping death. I didn't feel at all when I heard Draco say that you were attacked and almost died just now." Accident." Snape looked down at them, with a cold sarcasm on his face, it could be seen that he was very angry now.

He just wanted to pry open Harry Potter's head to see if it was full of paste!Looking at the other party's messy hair and that irritating face, my heart was even more angry.He is obviously diligent and humble at ordinary times, his talent is not bad, and he will stand up for his classmates who are being bullied... Why is he so like his annoying father now?

"Keep your head up!" Snape said to the little wizard who had almost huddled up.

Looking at those sincere green eyes with shame and guilt, his anger inexplicably calmed down a little, and he said in a smooth tone: "Confinement for a month, starting tomorrow, all three of them."

Draco took a breath, a small moan escaped from his throat.

"Tell me about the situation you encountered just now in detail." Snape continued, his eyes sweeping over everyone's faces if they had substance.Harry was downcast, Draco had nothing to love, and Owen lowered his eyes.

Next, Harry and Draco described what they saw in detail, and Owen occasionally added with a smile, he felt that Snape's eyes would always fall on him from time to time, and it was just Smile back.

Snape's face was unpredictable when he said that the Aether Society had infiltrated Hogwarts for Harry and to get the Philosopher's Stone under the trapdoor.Harry kept secretly watching the other person's expression, but couldn't see anything. He glanced at Snape's hands again, but fortunately there were no injuries on them.

When he heard Harry's method of driving the two away, Snape frowned, and then read a few spells to check for him, but his expression became more suspicious.He didn't know if this was Dumbledore's protective measure, and he planned to ask later.

After learning the whole story, Snape said thoughtfully: "What happened tonight is only known to you, and I don't want to hear a word about it from other people's lips." Draco glanced, then said, "Now, go back to your lounge."

The three little wizards breathed a sigh of relief, and walked quickly towards the lounge.Professor Snape was always following behind them, and the invisible aura forced them to move faster and faster.

Finally reaching the stone wall of the lounge, Harry and Draco burrowed in as if they were being pardoned.Owen was at the end, but he heard Professor Snape's voice faintly: "Your complexion is not very good, are you sick?"

"Ah, I was really uncomfortable a few days ago, but I'm fine now." Owen first put on a thoughtful expression, and then said with a bright smile.

"Thank you for your concern, Professor Snape, good night." He waved his hand and walked into the stone door.

Snape squinted at Owen's back. He was a master of the dark arts himself and had been immersed in it for many years, so he was more sensitive in this regard.He always felt that there seemed to be a hint of darkness in this little wizard, but it seemed to be just an illusion.

Reminiscent of Owen's contact with Quirrell before, he felt that he needed to pay more attention to this little wizard.

After Harry and Draco returned to the lounge, they pulled Owen together and whispered into the night, guessing about various possibilities.Owen patiently listened to the two people's interesting or absurd guesses, and gently stroked Melet's smooth and soft hair with his hands.

"The Philosopher's Stone... I seem to have heard of this thing." Draco hugged his shoulders with a thoughtful expression, "I definitely saw it somewhere!"

"The Sorcerer's Stone is the highest creation of alchemy. It has the ability to turn stones into gold, and can make potions that make people immortal. The only existing Sorcerer's Stone belongs to the legendary alchemist Nicole Flamel. He is the only person in the world who can create the Philosopher's Stone. It is said that Mr. Flamel is over 660 years old." Owen said calmly.

"At the same time, Nicole Flamel is also a friend of Dumbledore." He smiled at the two of them, "It's on the chocolate frog card."

"The Sorcerer's Stone, the touchstone, the elixir of life..." Harry scratched his hair, "So, Mr. Nicole Flamel gave the Sorcerer's Stone to Mr. Dumbledore for safekeeping, and then the news leaked out for some reason I went out and was watched by some people. In order to protect the Sorcerer's Stone, Dumbledore put it under the trapdoor in the restricted corridor on the fourth floor, and let Hagrid's big dog watch over it..."

In other words, Professor Snape may also be playing with the idea of ​​the Philosopher's Stone, and perhaps not only the Aether Society is coveting the Philosopher's Stone... Thinking of this, he became a little depressed.

"The elixir of life, that's immortality!" Draco raised his eyebrows yearningly, "Who can refuse a Sorcerer's Stone?" He began to wonder if he could get it, and finally found that there seemed to be no possibility, Then it became lost.

"What do you want to do next?" Owen looked at Harry curiously.

Harry thought for a moment, then held out his hand to Draco.Draco looked at him suspiciously and shook his hand.

"Now that we know that the Aether Society has infiltrated Hogwarts in some way, I can try to distinguish it." Harry said excitedly, "They dare not touch me, this is our advantage!"

"Ah, come on." Owen raised the corner of his mouth slightly, feeling that things had become more interesting.

Harry set a small goal, to shake hands with everyone in Hogwarts first!

After that night, everyone in Hogwarts found that the famous Harry Potter became enthusiastic.He likes to shake everyone's hand, even the professor and Filch's cat, making one wonder if he's revealing some eccentricity.

However, the vast majority of people are still willing to shake hands with Harry to show friendship. It is said that several little witches and wizards who admired him did not wash their hands for several days after shaking hands, which made Harry feel disgusted when he heard about it. cold.

In the process of happily watching a good show, Owen received an invitation from Quirrell or the Dark Lord again after a long absence.

(End of this chapter)