A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 189 Meeting at Night

The auditorium was buzzing with people, the long table was filled with all kinds of sumptuous delicacies, and an alluring sweet smell filled the air.The enchanted ceiling faithfully reflects the night sky outside, and a bright moon hangs quietly. It is a rare good weather.

Owen, who was dressed as Harry, rarely put aside his elegant and reserved manner, imitating Harry's usual behavior and stuffed a large piece of juicy steak into his mouth, making his mouth full of oil.

"Harry, I haven't seen you all afternoon." Draco glanced at him sideways and said in his usual arrogant tone, seemingly unintentionally, "I don't care where you are, and I don't care about this." It’s a small thing, but it’s best not to let me know that you are secretly practicing magic spells behind our backs.”

"Of course not." Owen paused while eating, rolled his eyes slightly, and pretended to be shy and said: "This...don't worry about this, I just have some personal matters."

"Private matters?" Draco turned his head and stared at him suspiciously with his gray eyes. "What private matters do you have? Did you find any clues?" He was referring to the diary.

Owen coughed lightly and said in a weak voice: "No, I just have an appointment with someone else."

"Others? Who?" Draco looked at him with sharp eyes, as if he was asking questions.

Daphne's blue eyes, sitting on the other side, lit up as she seemed to understand something.She pursed her lips slightly, suppressing a smile and said, "Okay, Draco, don't ask."

Blaise looked over with squinted eyes and said sharply: "I think he is in love."

Owen lowered his head in embarrassment, a faint blush appearing on his fair face.

Pansy, who was eavesdropping from further away, took a sharp breath, then covered her mouth and coughed violently. She choked on her food.

"Oh -" Draco let out a long "oh", turned his head and continued to take a bite of French fries. After a while, he realized what he was doing and sprayed Crabbe across the face with a "pop".

He suddenly jumped up from his chair and exclaimed: "Huh?"

His unusual behavior attracted a lot of curious eyes, and the surrounding students turned to look and started talking.

"Sit down, don't make such a fuss, Draco." Daphne covered her mouth and snickered, trying to keep a straight face and said, "Harry has always been very popular, so falling in love is normal."

"You, you...who are you with?" Draco then sat back down, with a weird expression on his face.He didn't understand why Harry liked to play with girls. Playing with boys was obviously more fun.

"Don't ask." Owen suppressed a smile and used his knife and fork flexibly to cut the steak on the plate into small pieces.

The others silently looked away with curiosity or joking. Only Draco glanced at him from time to time, his eyes darting around from time to time, not knowing what he was thinking.

As time passed, the little wizards filled their bellies and swarmed out of the auditorium.Owen slowly drank a glass of strawberry juice and returned to the common room with his friends.

In the slightly crowded corridor, Owen felt his right arm being hit, and a note was secretly stuffed into his palm.With a surprised expression, he watched as a little witch with beautiful red hair hurried past him, turned her head and smiled at him.

Watching the other party's figure disappear into the crowd, Owen quickly opened the note in his hand and glanced at it, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and put it into his pocket without changing his expression.

The message on the note was simple: Meet Owen Shafiq in the west room of the auditorium at nine o'clock tonight.

Sitting in the soft armchairs of the common room, the waiting time passed especially slowly.Owen finished his homework boredly. After checking the time, he raised his hand and patted the shoulder of Peter Pettigrew, who was sitting in front of the fireplace dressed as himself. The two returned to the dormitory together.

There were only two of them in the dormitory. Nicks stood on a perch wrapped with ivy, his small red eyes looking at them quietly in the darkness.Melete was curled up lazily in the soft cat bed next to the desk. She used to like to stay on Owen's four-poster bed, but since Owen switched identities with Peter Pettigrew, the catnives, who are also a bit german, began to fall in love with it. She didn't even look at the cat's nest before.

Owen closed the door and stopped hiding his behavior.He pinched Catnives' big ears with a smile, then touched Nyx's increasingly plump black feathers, and then sat down at the table casually and elegantly, holding his chin in one hand, his dark eyes slightly Squinting, it was so deep that it seemed to merge with the darkness.

He glanced at Peter Pettigrew, who was standing silently in the corner, and said in a calm voice: "I want you to do this later..."

After a simple "training" for Peter Pettigrew, when the time was almost up, Owen refused to follow Melete and Nyx, and left with Peter Pettigrew under their reluctant gazes. In the dormitory, the two of them were skillfully put on a three-piece suit for night travel including the Illusion Charm.

The two quietly passed through the stone wall at the exit of the common room and walked up the damp and dark corridor, like they were on a surprising and exciting adventure in a dark and strange castle.

On the other side, Harry was restlessly staying in Lockhart's office, turning his head from time to time to look at the clock on the wall. The handsome face belonging to Lockhart above it was pale and blue and slightly distorted.

The time slowly pointed to [-]:[-] pm, and he suddenly jumped up from his chair, feeling his stomach tumbling.Even though he didn't eat a bite of dinner, he felt like vomiting.

After checking his belongings again uneasily, Harry gritted his teeth and strode out of the office with a generous expression.

Walking down the last staircase and passing through the empty auditorium, the auditorium in the middle of the night seemed vast and dark, making it impossible to see the edges.He walked mechanically to the door of the small room on the west side, raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door, then took a deep breath, grabbed the door handle and opened the door suddenly.

Inside the door was a small, narrow room, with a petite red-haired figure standing in the middle, looking calmly towards this side.

Although he had been prepared, after seeing Ginny, Harry still felt a lump in his chest and the scar on his forehead hurt.Along with worry and pain came tension. After realizing that Owen hadn't arrived yet, his heart was beating unsatisfactorily and his head was a little dizzy.

Harry endured the pain of the scar, gritted his teeth and walked through the door. After closing the door slowly, he forced a faint smile on his face and nodded to the other party.

"Ginny" also nodded her chin at him, her expression looking very calm, but Harry always felt as if she was wearing a thick mask on her face, and underneath the mask was some kind of terrible evil that chose others to eat. monster.

Harry stood there at a loss, maintaining the calmness and calmness gained from training all afternoon. He stared at the extinguished fireplace beside him, but in his heart he was anxiously wondering why Owen hadn't arrived yet.

"Where is the agreed place?" "Ginny" on the side suddenly asked.Her voice was a bit high-pitched, making it difficult to distinguish between male and female, and the sudden sound in the extremely silent room was enough to startle anyone.

"Uh..." Harry was frightened by this unexpected question, and his body froze suddenly.He coughed covertly, lowered his voice and said briefly: "They sent a map."

Facing the other party's sharp gaze, which seemed to cut people open, Harry felt the scar hurt even more.He gritted his teeth and kept his expression calm, took out a piece of parchment with a map from his pocket and handed it to the other party.

"Ginny" took the parchment and rubbed it in her hands. Her eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts did not leave Harry's face. After a moment, she suddenly asked, "Are you anxious?"

Harry's heart rose, and he tensed up, trying his best to keep his voice from shaking.He twitched the corners of his mouth stiffly and said with a smile: "I just can't wait to see Owen Shafiq."

According to this afternoon's preview, if Voldemort is confused by his words and deeds, he will always use Owen Shafik as an excuse!Harry didn't expect to use it so quickly.

After listening to Harry's words, "Ginny" did not ask any more questions. She lowered her head to look at the map in her hand and said, "Indeed, I can't wait to meet this interesting friend again." When it comes to the word "friend" When speaking, she emphasized her tone sarcastically.

Seeing that the other party began to look at the map seriously, Harry breathed a sigh of relief in his heart and felt that his legs were weak.He relaxed his stance slightly, and then he realized that cold sweat was forming on his back.

In the oppressive silence, there was another gentle knock on the door. "Ginny" suddenly raised her head and looked at the door with a playful smile.

Harry was stunned for a moment and looked over pretendingly.His eyes were deep and thoughtful.

The door creaked open, then closed again after a while, and then he saw two figures suddenly appearing in the air.

The little wizard who looked like Harry had a lazy and playful smile on his face, which made him feel strange and familiar at the same time. His expression was very much like "Ginny" standing next to him.The other boy with Owen's face paused cautiously, glanced at "Ginny" doubtfully, then turned to look at him and said, "Professor Lockhart, I brought Harry."

"Thank you for your hard work, Owen Shafiq." Harry looked directly into the other person's eyes and read the lines word for word.When he thought that the other party was Peter Pettigrew, the anger and hatred in his heart came out, and even the lines in his mouth became more sincere.

Beside him, "Ginny" also showed a weird smile, with an evil red light flashing in her eyes, making her delicate cheeks look ugly and ferocious.Then Harry saw Peter Pettigrew's expression change, he hurriedly backed away, turned around and was about to open the door and escape.Perhaps because he knew the script in advance, Harry always felt that the other party's performance was a bit exaggerated.

At this time, Owen, who was dressed as Harry, lazily raised the wand in his hand, and a bright silver rope flew out from the tip of the wand, tying up the guy who was about to escape.

"Harry, you?" Peter Pettigrew's eyes widened, as if he had been betrayed, and the black eyes belonging to Owen became watery.

Owen curled his lips inconspicuously, expressing his disdain for this guy's acting skills.He silently recited a sound-blocking charm for the room, then turned to look at Harry, who looked like Lockhart, staring at him curiously.

The corner of Harry's mouth twitched. According to the script, it was time for him to take action, but he didn't think he could use dark magic... but he still raised his wand instantly according to the plan.

Just when he thought he was going to mess everything up, a hollow flute sound like the sound of wind suddenly came from his mind.The sound was ethereal and long, as if coming from through a long and narrow valley.What followed was a wave of malice and hatred that made him shudder. They flooded his soul like a tsunami, gnawing at his reason like a black monster...

Harry's breathing became rapid and his eyes became bloodshot.He glared at Peter Pettigrew fiercely, his mind filled with thoughts of this guy's betrayal of his parents. Even though the other person looked like Owen, his mind was still filled with all kinds of extremely terrifying thoughts at this moment.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

Harry never thought he could make such a cold voice. When he came to his senses, the red beam from his wand had hit Peter Pettigrew.The shrill screams echoed in the small room, so sharp that they were no longer human voices, making people feel chilled from the bottom of their hearts.

Listening to Peter Pettigrew's screams and looking at the other person's tearful expression, Harry felt both a sense of pleasure and an overwhelming panic.But even so, the inexplicable malice pouring out of his heart was still driving him not to stop...

"Okay, I think our friends should understand their situation." I don't know how long it lasted, "Ginny" said with a smile, and her voice clearly reached Harry's ears amidst the terrifying screams. inside.

Harry felt his mind suddenly clear, and the inexplicable malice disappeared in an instant.He suddenly woke up and stood there blankly, as if he had turned into an immovable stone sculpture.

Looking at the twitching figure lying on the ground, he felt sincerely afraid of what he had done.This reminded him of the nightmares that had been torturing him these days. In the dreams, he was so evil and cold. The face twisted in pain in front of him was exactly the same as in the dream...

Why did he become so evil?No, this emotion doesn't feel like his, but it's very familiar, like... emotional contagion?
After thinking about this, Harry turned his eyes left and right, finally suppressing the doubts and panic in his heart, and put on a strange and happy smile on his face.

Owen stood by the door with a smile on his face and stopped playing in the space facing the wall.3 connection points have been used to use the emotional infection function, the target is Harry Potter.

"Ah, so expensive." He muttered in his heart and continued to watch coldly.

Peter Pettigrew gasped for a long time, finally recovered from the pain, and said with difficulty: "You...what the hell..."

"Long time no see, Owen Shafik." "Ginny" or Voldemort looked at him condescendingly, with an extremely cold smile on his lips, "I still remember your greetings to me last time."

"It's you!" Peter Pettigrew trembled, "Are you in the same group? But...how could Harry...how could it be..." He muttered in a low voice, his voice trembling with pain and his expression out of control. It made his performance seem much more real.

Voldemort looked at his expression of despair and pain with pleasure, and his voice rose slightly, with a hiss at the end: "When you decided to betray him in order to survive, why didn't you think about the outcome of the betrayer?"

"You finally fell into my hands, Owen Shafiq. No one can escape the clutches of the Dark Lord. I decided that you should not let you die easily..." Voldemort took two steps and spoke in a tone of voice. There is pride and cruelty in it, "Heart-piercing and bone-cutting!"

The piercing screams resounded again, deafening in the small and closed room, but due to the effect of the sound shielding spell, his voice did not spread outside the room.Owen's eyes narrowed due to the noise, and Harry's breathing became heavier. He couldn't help but take a small step back, and turned his head away unbearably.

Owen glanced at Harry. Fortunately, Voldemort was obsessed with torturing people and didn't notice anything strange about this guy, otherwise he would have started to become suspicious.

The screams continued for a long time before feebly stopping.Owen took the opportunity to speak slowly in a soft tone: "I don't know what happened between him and you, but I don't want any students to die tonight. I still want to stay in Hogwarts to deal with Dumbledore, and I don't want to be Get involved in trouble.”

Voldemort frowned upon hearing this, staring at the figure lying on the ground lingering with hatred and murderous intent, and said resolutely: "I don't want to wait any longer, he must die tonight!"

"That's it...then my plan will be postponed for a while." Owen thought for a moment and nodded casually. His words and deeds revealed a casual attitude that he didn't care about human life, as if he was talking about fighting. A dead mosquito.Coupled with the dark and twisted temperament that naturally exudes from him, he is simply a living Dark Lord.

Harry glanced at him helplessly, always feeling that Owen's acting was too realistic, too real to be acting.

"No! You can't kill me!" Peter Pettigrew roared hoarsely and struggled hard, "I have an agreement with Dumbledore! Once I die, he will feel it immediately! He will come back immediately!"

Voldemort's expression changed, his face became frighteningly gloomy, and he raised the wand in his hand again.

Owen frowned and said, "Don't be impulsive..."

Before he could finish his words, Voldemort roared angrily again: "Crush the heart and cut out the bones!"

The tortured person had lost his strength, and the shrill screams turned into wailing wails, like the weird and piercing cries of evil spirits from hell.Voldemort bent down and approached him, stared with red eyes, and shouted in a high-pitched voice: "Tell me, tell the Dark Lord you are lying! No one can deceive Voldemort!"

Peter Pettigrew was speechless, just twitching and curling up in pain, like a fish waiting to die on the shore.

When the torture of the Cruciatus Curse stopped, Peter Pettigrew stared at the other party with a distracted expression, and a strange look suddenly appeared in his eyes.The horrific torture caused the control of the Imperius Curse to loosen, and self-awareness began to return.

His lips moved with difficulty, trying his best to say something.

"Don't kill him yet, before you find out whether what he said is true or false." Owen glanced at Peter Pettigrew with a half-smile, and pointed his wand at Peter Pettigrew openly under the other's desperate eyes and said: "Soul Out of body.”

After consolidating the control of the Imperius Curse, Owen asked softly: "Tell me, Owen, are you telling the truth?"

Peter Pettigrew's expression became sluggish, and his eyes were like glass beads that had lost their luster.He opened his mouth and made a sound as small as a mosquito: "It's true, Dumbledore told me so."

Hearing his answer, "Ginny" and Owen frowned at the same time, and the surrounding air suddenly became colder and more depressing.Harry rolled his eyes and raised his eyebrows in a pretentious manner.

"We can't kill him now." Owen looked at Voldemort with stern eyes and said in an unquestionable tone, "It doesn't matter whether Dumbledore is perfunctory with him or not. I don't want to see any accidents happen tonight."

Voldemort's face was dark, he paced unwillingly, and nodded angrily.

"I don't understand why you are so impatient that you can't even wait for such a short time." Owen played with the wand in his hand and spoke sarcastically in a leisurely manner, "As long as I stay in Hogwarts, you will be killed." He just raised his hand."

"We've been waiting for too long..." Harry said in a faint tone, remembering his lines.

Voldemort suddenly raised his hand and waved it, indicating that the matter was over.He said with a cold face: "Okay, I'll leave him to you."

Owen smiled slightly, waved his wand, and loosened the rope around Peter Pettigrew.Peter Pettigrew awkwardly climbed up, stumbled open the door and walked out.

"I sent him back," Irving said.

He was slightly relieved in his heart. Just now he almost thought that Peter Pettigrew was going to be killed.For the violent Voldemort, it was difficult for him to speculate on the other party's behavior based on common sense.

In fact, he didn't care much about the life or death of Peter Pettigrew. Even if he was killed on the spot, it would not affect the plan, because the effect of Polyjuice Potion would last for a period of time even after death, so the secret would not be exposed.But he promised to leave this guy to Harry. If he died here, Harry's poor godfather would probably have no choice but to escape from prison like in the original book.

"Now it's time to talk about the next plan. We don't have so much time to waste." Owen said with a smile.

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