A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 83 A Wonderful Performance
Owen read the password to the stone wall in front of him, and walked through the slowly opened stone door back to the dimly lit lounge.

It was already dark, and there was no one in the common room, only the fire in the fireplace was still burning, making it always warm and pleasant.

Melet, who had been lying in the armchair in front of the fireplace waiting for him, instantly opened her round eyes, her big ears trembled, and suddenly jumped from the soft chair onto the table.She squatted there quietly, staring straight at him with a pair of golden vertical pupils, and there was a hint of vigilance and strangeness on her round and lovely cat face.

Owen tilted his head and looked at her, approaching step by step, and finally stopped a step in front of Kitty Lizi, staring at her indifferently with no expression on his face.

Melet's big ears stood up high, her long tail swung from side to side, and her pink nose twitched.After a while, she stepped forward cautiously, approached Owen to sniff, then relaxed her expression, and jumped towards him lightly.The four little paws are slightly opened, revealing the pink pads.

Owen reached out to take her in his arms, a gentle smile suddenly appeared on his face.He gently stroked the warm, fluffy little fur ball, pinched the other's big ears and meat pads, and said softly, "Good evening, Melet. It's great that you don't hate me."

Melet looked up at him helplessly, swung her claws away from the palm of Owen's pinching her paws, gave a soft "meow", rubbed her head against his chest, and made a purring sound to save face .

"Meow!" Hungry!In less than three seconds, she revealed her true colors.

Owen rummaged in his pocket, but he couldn't find the food that Melet liked to eat. In the end, he just found a few dried fish left over from Mrs. Norris...

"Meow!" You already have me, why are you still thinking about other cats, and even have other cats' food in your pocket!
Melet looked betrayed and looked up at Owen in disbelief.She patted the dried fish off Owen's hand with one paw, bit his finger with her baby teeth, then jumped out of his arms proudly, and ran away gracefully and swiftly.

"Oh, cute little guy." Owen said with a smile, and then sat in the armchair.

Although it was very late, he didn't feel sleepy at all, and an unspeakable sense of excitement filled his heart, making his inspiration spurt.

He closed his eyes and sank into the space facing the wall. He spread out the notebook on the table with radiant eyes, glanced at the plan he had written earlier, curled his lips, and tore it into pieces as if discarded.

Thousands of thoughts linger in my mind, and every collision will explode a short and beautiful spark of inspiration, which is as intoxicating as bright fireworks.At this moment, Owen once again entered his own moment of facing the wall.

In this extremely silent pure white space, there is only a pure white rabbit jumping around for fun in the corner, and from time to time glances at Owen who is writing hard with red eyes.

At this time, Owen has forgotten everything around him and where he is. He freely swayed the inspiration in his mind, and a wonderful performance plan gradually took shape under his pen.

"As an excellent magician and a qualified Slytherin, I used to only think about protecting myself and sending Voldemort away. I was too cowardly and too unambitious..." He narrowed his eyes, "Voldemort took I stole the potion ingredients from my house, and robbed the black market, so it's reasonable for me to cheat once."

"Speaking of which, he actually packed away all the precious things in the black market at once. He doesn't understand sustainable development." Owen complained.

"Dumbledore dared to put something as dangerous as Voldemort in the school. He was so arrogant. He almost killed me. I really want to teach him an unforgettable lesson... Well, since the Philosopher's Stone stays, it will be destroyed..." Owen's eyes lit up, "I want the Philosopher's Stone!"

He knew that this was a whimsical and greedy thought, but once this thought arose, he couldn't hold it back anymore.

Owen caught the flash of inspiration in his mind, and suddenly waved his magic wand, letting the quill automatically smear on the notebook quickly, so fast that it almost turned into an afterimage.

The Philosopher's Stone, which can turn stones into gold and can be used to make elixirs of life.

Of course, this kind of medicine does not really make people ageless. Nicole Flamel has lived for more than 660 years on it, and he is already so old that his osteoporosis is too old to walk.It can be said that this kind of medicine only greatly slows down the speed of human aging, prolonging the time for a person to age to more than 500 years, and the medicine cannot be stopped halfway, and the frequency of taking medicine will become higher and higher.

Although the Philosopher's Stone has various deficiencies, there is no doubt that it is the top creation in the field of real alchemy. The only person who can make the Philosopher's Stone is Nico Flamel in the world today.It can be said that the true value of the Sorcerer's Stone is still above all the wealth of the Shafik family.

"After taking so many things from the house, I have to give something back." Owen smiled, "As for Nicole Flamel, I'm sorry, I don't know him well anyway." This way there is no psychological burden It's over.

"To get the Philosopher's Stone, you have to overcome three major difficulties." He thought.

"First of all, there is the question of how to get the Philosopher's Stone. If Dumbledore still puts it in the Mirror of Erised, there is no doubt that I can't get it out. People who want to find the Philosopher's Stone but don't want to use it, Only then can I take it out of the magic mirror...I can't, and other little wizards may not be immune to temptation..."

"Perhaps we still need to place our hopes on Harry's tough guy? Well, it's not that difficult, it's just that I secretly guided it." Owen glanced at the quill writing rapidly, frowned and thought, "Then, the second Difficulty, Dumbledore."

Dumbledore was a hurdle he had to cross if he was to get the Sorcerer's Stone.Owen, who is familiar with the original work, knows very well that Dumbledore set up those pediatric institutions not to protect the Sorcerer's Stone, but to exercise and test Harry Potter and his friends.

If he really wants to protect the Sorcerer's Stone, the Mirror of Erised alone can only make Quirrell and Voldemort stand there staring blankly.

I also know that Dumbledore will definitely pay attention to the levels of the Sorcerer's Stone and Harry.Maybe there will be some checkpoints to remind yourself, once you find someone breaking in, you will know it immediately and rush over.

"In this case, we must find a way to lure Dumbledore away, so that he will be unable to escape for a while. Similarly, we must find something for other professors to do." Owen closed his eyes, "On this point, Quirrell and Voldemort can do well.”

"Then, the last difficulty is the Sorcerer's Stone itself." Owen tapped his fingers on the table, making a "haha" sound.

"Although Voldemort has confirmed that the Sorcerer's Stone hidden under the trapdoor is real, if I were Dumbledore, even if I am confident that the thief will not be able to get the Sorcerer's Stone, I will definitely arrange it on the Sorcerer's Stone just in case. Some means—such as tracking spells."

"In this way, even if something goes wrong with the plan and the Sorcerer's Stone is stolen, I can follow the clues to find out who is behind the idea of ​​the Sorcerer's Stone, and stop it in time or use it..."

Owen looked down at the rabbit that was close to his feet, and narrowed his eyes: "Although I may be thinking too much, but since I can't be sure, I will treat it as an established fact."

"Well, there happened to be one of the spells arranged by Dumbledore that Hogwarts dared say could be broken." He smiled playfully, "As expected, my dear Lord Dark Lord is really easy to use."

The quill was brushing and writing on the paper, and a string of letters were neatly arranged, which looked pleasing to the eye.

"As for how to send Voldemort back to his hometown in the end, it's not difficult at all... Huh?" Owen's eyes suddenly lit up, and he touched his chin with interest, his expression becoming more excited and expectant, "Why don't we design a plan for him?" A perfect magic show, a perfect fraud... oops, there will be no audience."

The feather brush scratched out several lines of writing, and then scribbled a new plan below, and drew a series of sketches.

"Just in case, it's best to take Harry as the last insurance." Owen pondered.

"Then create an organization... I happen to be very good at making something out of nothing."

"Hmm..." He caught a glimpse of his notebook for studying spells, flipped through it randomly, and suddenly had a happy smile on his face.

"Ether... why not call it the Ether Society, or ES for short." Owen raised his eyebrows, "ES... Erwin Shafiq (Erwin·Shafiq), what a wonderful coincidence."

Looking at the name written on the paper with a quill pen in beautiful cursive characters, Owen held his chin with a smile and fell into deep thought.

"Haha, this will be a wonderful performance!"

(End of this chapter)