A broken Hogwarts

"Sirius! Sirius!"

Harry knelt down next to Sirius, calling his name anxiously, his eyes red.

Sirius' face was pale, half of his face was red and swollen, and there was a trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth. His closed eyes moved slightly, and his body winced in pain.

Harry wiped his face and began to recite the healing spell Dumbledore had taught him. Soft white light bloomed from the tip of the wand and fell on Sirius, quickly restoring his red and swollen cheeks to their original appearance, and adding a hint of blush to his pale face.

"Harry! Owen! What happened?" Hermione ran down the stairs with a bang, holding a wand in her hand, her hair was wet, and her clothes were only fastened with two buttons. It looked like it had been put on in a hurry.

"Oh my god! What the hell is..." Looking at Sirius who seemed to be completely unconscious lying in the hall, she raised her hand to cover her mouth and looked at Owen who was standing on the stairs looking down.

Colin Creevey also ran down panting, looking at the scene in front of him helplessly.

Amid a fit of coughing, Sirius opened his eyes. He smiled bitterly at Harry, his body still shaking from the torture just now.

"I'm fine, Harry." He used his arms to support his body and tried to sit up, but fell down weakly.

"Don't move. Let me think about it...how should I call the doctor?" Harry hurriedly caught him.

"He was under a curse and his body couldn't use any strength." Owen said calmly. He thought for a moment, pointed his wand at Sirius's chest, and said "All curses end."

A dazzling golden light lit up in the dark hall, making everyone squint their eyes. Sirius jumped up and took two staggering steps before being supported by Harry.

"Thank you, you saved us tonight." Sirius looked at Owen seriously, the scrutiny and defensiveness in his eyes weakened a lot.

Owen raised his eyelids and glanced at him, shook his head slowly, and put his left hand on the railing of the stairs.

"Did someone break in?" Hermione said quickly, looking at them worriedly, "I was taking a shower in the bathroom, and I heard something strange coming from downstairs. The portrait kept laughing, right? I I asked Colin to come down and take a look together, but I didn’t expect that..."

Colin opened his mouth and said nonchalantly: "I thought this was normal... This is my first time staying at a wizard's house..."

"Fortunately you didn't come over just now." Harry shook his head and said, "The situation just now was very dangerous. I don't know how she broke in?"

Sirius' face was extremely gloomy. He said hoarsely: "Under normal circumstances, it is difficult for outsiders to come in. A lot of magic has been cast here. Bellatrix can come in because this was once her home...she is my hall. Sister." When he said this, his expression was cold and hateful.

He wiped his face and frowned tightly: "I was negligent. I didn't expect someone to escape from Azkaban...how on earth did she do it?"

"Prisoner of Azkaban?" Hermione exclaimed in a low voice.

"Maybe it's because of Peter Pettigrew. He was here just now and blocked my spell for Bellatrix." Owen said softly and calmly.

He touched his lips with his fingers, looking a little interested. He was also curious about how they escaped from prison, after all, the identity of Peter Pettigrew's Animagus had been exposed.

"Peter Pettigrew..." Sirius repeated very slowly, as if he was chewing the name slowly, and the expression on his face added a touch of deep disgust to the hatred.

"Then he's very brave." He said sarcastically, clicking his fingers.

"Sirius, calm down," Harry said.

"I'm calm, Harry." Sirius shook his head and said to the young wizards next to him: "Okay, the danger has passed for the time being. You can go back and rest as soon as possible. I will take you home early tomorrow morning. …”

Before he finished speaking, there was a "dong-dong" knock on the door, and the rapid sound made several people inside the door tense up in unison.

"Who is it?" Sirius pushed Harry back, picked up his wand and walked to the front door, looking out through the small hole in the door.

"Auror." A deep male voice came from outside the door, "I am Kingsley Shacklebolt, and they are my colleagues."

Sirius breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door a crack without letting his guard down. A tall, dark-skinned wizard stood outside the door, and beside him stood two wizards wearing Auror uniforms.

Kingsley Shacklebolt showed his Auror ID, and then said in a deep and slow voice: "I'm sorry that we had to visit late at night. We thought it was necessary to let you know the news in time. What happened in Azkaban that night There was a riot, and Bellatrix Lestrange and Peter Pettigrew escaped. We were concerned that you might become the target of their revenge..."

"You're late, they've already been here." Sirius finally opened the door completely and said stiffly.

The dark-skinned wizard raised his eyebrows, glanced at the group of young wizards in the foyer, and asked in a deep voice: "Can I know what happened?"

Sirius let them in, rushed the little wizards upstairs, and then told them what happened before.

"So, Bellatrix is ​​targeting you. You and Harry Potter..." Kingsley's tone was still calm and steady, but his expression was much more solemn, "Bellatrix is ​​a very A dangerous and crazy dark wizard, Peter Pettigrew is very good at lurking and gathering intelligence... Your situation is very dangerous, and you'd better live in a safe place during this time."

"What I want to know is, how did they escape from that damn place?" Sirius was impatient to listen to these nonsense, "Don't tell me that the Ministry of Magic did not prepare for Peter Pettigrew's situation..."

Owen was lying on the railing of the second floor landing, listening with curiosity. He was very interested in the two men's escape methods. Harry and the others followed suit, standing in a row in front of the railing and listening quietly.

"We put special shackles on his hands and feet to prevent him from undergoing Animagus transformation. The cell where he is held is also special. Not even a beetle can fly out." Kingsley said leisurely , "But everyone underestimates Peter Pettigrew's cruelty and his determination to escape from prison..."

"I just learned the whole story." There was no expression on Kingsley's face. "During more than two months of being imprisoned in Azkaban, Peter Pettigrew broke his bones one after another. The bones in his palms and soles freed him from the shackles. The guards of Azkaban had no eyes, so they didn't notice anything."

"He managed to recover from his injuries - although the bones in his hands and feet were a little out of place - and then he turned into a mouse and got into the toilet, and escaped from the cell along the pipes." Kingsley tilted his head back slightly, The expression is somewhat deep.

"It's normal. Death is more comfortable than staying in that kind of place." Sirius seemed to be about to sneer, but he just twitched the corner of his mouth, "I know Peter Pettigrew, he will be there no matter what. I can’t stay any longer. Either die or try every means to escape.”

Kingsley nodded slowly and continued: "Last night it happened to be the time to transport living supplies to Azkaban. Peter Pettigrew got on the ship and planned to escape from the island through the ship transporting supplies, because he had no hands or feet at all. Can't swim..."

"But the guards soon discovered that a felon was missing. Although they couldn't see it, they could smell that a cell was empty. The ship failed to leave the island in the end."

"The guards began to search the entire island and did not let go of the ship. In order to escape the search, Peter Pettigrew had no choice but to escape back to the island, but he took advantage of the chaos on the ship to steal a wand."

"There was no way to Apparate on the island. He hid on the island for several hours until Ministry of Magic strikers arrived and joined in the hunt. He had less and less room to hide."

"Then he did something crazy." Kingsley paused and then said, "He sneaked back into the cell and opened the doors of a large number of prisoners' cells while most of the guards were searching for him outside. Lock."

"Although long periods of imprisonment have left the vast majority of felons too weak to resist, there are always some exceptions, and those are almost the most brutal and dangerous group of people."

"Bellatrix Lestrange was one of them. She snatched Peter Pettigrew's wand, took him with her at his begging, and then joined a group of felons to take advantage of the defense Empty opportunities fled, and they even grabbed two wands from the lone beater..."

"They caused a lot of trouble on the island, and several batterers were injured, but as the guards gathered, the riot was quickly quelled. All the escaped prisoners were captured, except for Bella Trix took advantage of the chaos and jumped into the sea and disappeared."

Kingsley looked at Sirius and said with a solemn expression: "It seems that she disapparated after she left the island. She came to you non-stop as soon as she got rid of the pursuit."

Sirius hammered the wall with his fist and said gloomily: "I just want to know, what measures can the Ministry of Magic take to protect Harry?"

"I think the Ministry of Magic will hold a meeting to discuss this matter after dawn." Kingsley glanced at him, "But in fact, no measure is safe enough unless Harry hides in a place where the other party cannot find him. You know , Bellatrix acts very boldly and crazy, using whatever means or consequences. Think of the Longbottoms..." His voice lowered, and he walked towards the door: "I have to go back, and A lot of work needs to be done. If you need it, the two of them will stay and guard the door for you tonight..."

The sound of conversation became farther and farther away, and gradually became inaudible. The little wizards lying beside the railing looked at each other and silently turned into the corridor on the second floor.

"You can escape from all of this. Peter Pettigrew is really a master at escaping from prison." Owen sighed inwardly. When that guy says he's coward, he's really coward, and when he says he's ruthless, he's really ruthless.

Hermione kept breathing quietly: "It's unbelievable, there has never been a prison break in Azkaban. They are targeting you, Harry..." She bit her lip worriedly.

"You can come to me and I will try to help." Colin made a boxing motion and looked at Harry longingly.

"Don't think too much, I'll be fine." Harry said in a firm tone, as if to comfort himself. The scene that just happened really cast a thick layer of haze on him. Bellatrix's rampant smile seemed to still be vivid in his mind, and the despair of being unable to resist made him feel like a heavy weight was weighing on his heart. Stone, anxious.

"I'm not afraid," Harry told himself in his mind. He had even dealt with Voldemort, so why should he be afraid of his men?

But what if she attacks Sirius or his friends like she did today? Thinking of this, Harry felt upset again.

"They can't find me and Sirius again this summer. No one knows where we live. After school starts, Hogwarts will be safe..." At this point, Harry suddenly choked, thinking of himself The two years at Hogwarts were anything but safe.

"At least Dumbledore is there," he emphasized, trying to convince himself. He won't be killed.

Harry looked at his friends, hoping to gain some confidence from them.

He saw Hermione nodding in agreement, and then he turned his head and met Owen's pitying eyes, as if he had been buried in a grave.

"What's that look on your face?" Harry said angrily.

Owen's dark eyes stared at him deeply for a while, then he blinked innocently, and said in a tone that seemed both teasing and serious: "Well, what kind of coffin do you like?"

Harry rolled his eyes and didn't want to pay attention to this guy. He called Hermione and Colin back to rest. He decided to go back and look through the notebook Dumbledore gave him to make himself stronger as soon as possible.

After Hermione and Colin went upstairs, Harry hugged his shoulders and glared at Owen angrily, and said in a deliberately provocative tone: "Aren't you always fearless? Why do you feel so weak today?"

Owen nodded solemnly and said confidently: "Do you know what kind of people are the worst to mess with?"

Before Harry could speak, he asked and answered: "A madman, especially a madman who is unscrupulous and does things without considering the consequences. Because it is difficult for you to guess what the other party will do next, and you cannot respond in advance. ."

"Think about it, such an enemy is hiding in the dark and staring at you, trying to kill you by any means. She doesn't care about killing irrelevant people, and is more willing to use the people around you to torture you and defeat you. You I can’t guess where she will start, so I can only wait anxiously for the day when the sword hanging above my head falls..."

Harry's throat felt a little dry. He swallowed, and his already heavy and uneasy mood became even more panicked. He asked dryly: "What would you do if it were you?"

Owen lowered his eyes, his eyes hidden in the shadows were like deep black holes, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "If it were me... I would set a trap for her weakness and turn passive into initiative."

The smile on his face suddenly took on a hint of coldness and weirdness, but his voice was still clear and sweet: "Then seize the opportunity and strike a fatal blow, so that she will never be able to jump out against me again."

Harry was stunned, inexplicably feeling that Owen's words were cold and cold, making his back shiver. He rubbed his arms, thinking carefully about Owen's words, and couldn't help but nod: "It makes sense, we must catch her in one go. It's a pity that she ran away today..."

As for what the other party's weaknesses are and how to set up traps, his mind is blank. Sure enough, he is not this material.

Seeing Harry's distracted state, Owen thought idly about whether he should stay away from this guy this school year, so as not to be a disaster or have his face splashed with blood.

"Speaking of which, the Auror just mentioned the Longbottoms." Harry stopped thinking about it, changed the subject, and asked about another thing that concerned him very much, "What happened to them? What does it have to do with Neville?" ?”

"Well... it's best for Neville to tell you himself, when he is willing to say it." Owen blinked. It's not polite to talk about other people's family affairs behind their back.

"Okay." Harry nodded heavily, already having some guesses in his mind. He knew that Neville was brought up by his grandmother.

At this time, a faint sound of footsteps came from the stairs. Dobby seemed to be in a good mood and turned into the corridor. When passing by the two of them, he bowed deeply to Harry and shouted happily, " Happy birthday, Harry Potter.”

"Thanks, Dobby. Where were you just now?" Harry asked.

"Harry Potter! Dobby went to prepare ingredients for breakfast. The ingredients in the kitchen ran out at the party!" Dobby said in a high-pitched voice, completely unaware of what was happening in the house. "Now Dobby is going to Go tidy up the living room. Any orders from Harry Potter? Dobby would be happy to oblige!"

"Uh, it's okay. Don't be too tired. Go back and rest early. The living room can be cleaned up during the day," Harry said.

"Harry Potter told Dobby to rest early! The kind-hearted Harry Potter actually cared about whether Dobby was tired..." Dobby was moved to tears in an instant, "Dobby is not tired at all. For Harry, ·It is an honor for Dobby to work as Potter..."

Harry comforted him helplessly for a long time, and then he tiredly sent the grateful house elf away.

Owen yawned, watching their interaction with amusement. At this time, Sirius went upstairs, holding a locket the size of an egg in his hand. The locket was inlaid with many small green gems to form a gorgeous "S" letter.

Kreacher followed closely, his eyes fixed on the locket, as if it would disappear if he looked away even slightly.

"Harry, do you know how to destroy it?" Sirius frowned. He had obviously tried to destroy it but did not leave any traces on the locket. "I have never seen anything like this. Is this a dark magic item made by Voldemort?"

"Maybe." Harry said vaguely, making up his mind not to let Sirius know about the Horcrux yet. He was afraid that Sirius would be looking for him everywhere. It was too dangerous now that the fugitives from Azkaban were eyeing them.

"You can use the basilisk's venom to destroy it..." Harry said, and then he remembered that the ring coated with the basilisk's venom was placed in the school. He turned to look at Owen.

Owen lazily spread his hands, indicating that he didn't have that thing on hand right now.

Harry hesitated, but ultimately did not say that the Fire Curse could also destroy the locket. He didn't want Sirius to struggle with this, and he didn't want Owen to release this evil and terrible curse. Although Owen knew how to use it, Harry thought it would be better for him to use less dark magic.

Alas, why can't these people save him some peace of mind? Harry thought worriedly and suggested: "I don't have the basilisk venom here for now. Let's deal with it another day."

Owen glanced sideways at him, but he didn't expose his little thought that could be seen through at a glance.

"Okay, then I'll keep it for now." Sirius said, about to put the locket into his pocket.

"Wait!" Harry quickly stopped Sirius. He had seen the weird and terrifying abilities of Horcruxes. Although the locket looked quite harmless, he did not dare to risk Sirius's safety.

"Let's continue to leave it to Kreacher for safekeeping." Harry thought for a while and said. Since Kreacher has held this locket for so many years without any problems, it would be better to let him keep it.

Kreacher raised his head excitedly and looked at Harry with a much gentler look. Sirius raised his eyebrows and tossed the locket noncommittally.

"I have some basilisk venom at home. Harry, you can accompany me to get it after dawn." Owen said with a smile, with a trace of amusement in his eyes, "Remember what I told you last year? I I want to give you a funny little pet.”

It took a while for Harry to react, and his face suddenly fell. (End of chapter)