I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 526 Memory Obtained
(The previous chapter has been modified)

At this moment, the oak door of the office was suddenly pushed open, revealing a small gap.

After a few seconds, the gap became larger and something came in, but Owen didn't see it.

Then the door closed again.

"Hmm? Invisibility cloak? No, it's an invisibility cloak."

Only the Deathly Hallows could be called an Invisibility Cloak.

The invisibility cloak is a precious magical garment that can be made from the hair of an invisible beast, a creature that can turn invisible when threatened. Its properties can be used to make the cloak invisible. However, the invisibility effect of this cloak is not permanent, and the entity will be revealed after a long time.

It can also be made by casting an Illusion Charm or Disillusionment Charm on a normal travel cloak.

Each piece of the former can be sold for thousands of Galleons, but for the latter, unless it is cast by a wizard of Dumbledore's level, the Disillusionment and Illusion Charms of ordinary wizards can be easily detected by the Invisibility Charm.

Owen stares at an invisible man wandering around the office.

It has a definite purpose.

Because Owen discovered that the documents on Dumbledore's desk and on the bookshelf behind him were floating in the air, and were being opened and read one by one.

Apparently, the man was looking for some confidential document or something.

Hmm - I think I remembered something?
Owen suddenly remembered that at the beginning of this school year, someone had said that he was going to sneak into the principal's office.

"The true form is revealed."

Thinking of this, he walked out from the corner and raised his hand casually without even taking out his wand.

The golden light curtain was brilliant but short-lived, and in an instant it revealed the true identity of the invisible person.

"How about two-hand preparation?"

"No—because I know I don't need a password to come here."

The cloak fell off.

A figure with a face exactly like his appeared.

The whole person was stunned.

"Your father has already defected from Voldemort. Why are you still working for him?" Owen said, "No, this is also a double-handed preparation. Find what Voldemort wants. If Lucius is captured in the future, maybe that thing can save his life.

That's what you think.

Draco."

Yes, Draco.

Owen easily saw through the true identity of the person in front of him.

The person in front of him, whose emerald green eyes were similar to his, was instantly filled with panic.

He held the chopping board with one hand, his body was shaking and he was standing unsteadily.

This year has been the most painful year he has ever experienced.

His parents betrayed Voldemort and then disappeared.

At the beginning of the school year, he received orders from Voldemort from a Death Eater.

He might not be able to sleep all night because of the choice between carrying out the mission and betraying his parents.

There was no way. In order to protect himself, his father did not tell him many things.

Some absurd realities are complicated and not as simple as stories, where it is easy to find the thread. The reality is that he must do something for himself, his parents, and even the future of the Malfoy family.

As for what to do?
that's not important.

What’s important is that you have to make yourself do something, because once you stop - it will be too painful.

Bear the loneliness, bear the pain of being neither black nor white, bear the pain of being unable to truly become Voldemort's servant, nor being able to raise the wand to resist Voldemort.

In the cracks of nothingness, people will go crazy.

So, in the end, he chose to carry out Voldemort's orders and steal Dumbledore's information about the Tower of Grant.

Having this information might not stop Voldemort from killing them, but at least he could sleep peacefully tonight.

Yes, that's what he thought.

It’s a bit of a pity for Irving to reveal the truth.

Because he was definitely not the one who poisoned the person.

He had no motive and didn't have the courage to commit the crime.

Tsk tsk—the real culprit is hard to find.

"Don't you want to say something?" Owen stared at him with a flat tone.

"Are you going to capture me and hand me over to Dumbledore?" Draco, who was disguised as him, said indifferently.

"Heh - I don't think the principal has the time for that. Breaking into his office isn't a big crime. I guess at most he'll just be put in solitary confinement for a few days." Owen walked leisurely to the table in the center of the room and picked up a few candies from the plate on the table.

"Snape, though." He stuffed the candy into his mouth - ah, so sweet. So sweet that it was sickening. "He was very angry at the thief who dared to steal his collection."

"I'm not afraid of him," Draco said.

"Yes, yes, you are not afraid of him. You will be afraid when he beats you." Owen supported himself on the edge of the table with both hands, then gently pushed his legs and sat on the table. "You won't find what you are looking for here. Because Dumbledore is used to remembering important information in his head, not on paper."

Hearing this, Draco's face darkened.

"Yes, you have worked in vain."

“I do want to.”

"Lucius didn't tell you a lot of things." Owen interrupted him and continued, "He betrayed Voldemort a long time ago, five years ago. The Saints reached a cooperation with him."

"Voldemort himself knew this very well. He did not destroy your family because your family still had value, whether it was money, intelligence, or prestige. In short, Voldemort chose to spare Lucius' life before he truly broke with him."

"But later, after Voldemort planned to use the [Dead Root] to transform his subordinates into [Pretenders] in exchange for absolute loyalty, Lucius' betrayal was already a foregone conclusion. I guess you were not in London last summer vacation, right?"

"New Zealand. Our family has assets there," Draco said.

"Oh? New Zealand?" Owen raised his eyebrows. "That's a coincidence."

"So, you see, Lucius was planning to betray Voldemort at least two years ago. He didn't just start this year.

You are safest at Hogwarts. Summer vacation is the most dangerous time. But I guess Lucius must have discussed it with the Saints. Maybe Dumbledore knows the truth. He will arrange a safe place for you. "

"I don't need it!" Draco suddenly became emotional, his long silver hair trembling, "I don't need charity, just death."

"That's a very righteous statement." Owen said contemptuously, not giving any face to the idiot pretending to be him. "Okay, how can a teenage brat have so many ideas?"

He raised his head, his eyes fell on the portraits on the wall, only the corner of his eye fell on the face that looked exactly like his own, "Just live a peaceful life. If you die, the Malfoy family will be cut off from bloodline."

After saying that, he jumped off the table, turned around and walked towards the oak door.

"Are you not leaving yet? Waiting for Dumbledore to come back?" he said, turning his head and glancing at Draco.

"Humph--"

"Because of you, I didn't even have dinner today." Owen's eyes flashed with a dangerous light. "How dare you give me a cold shoulder!"

As he said this, he stood there, waited for Draco to come over, and kicked him.

"Come on, let's go to the kitchen and check if there is any leftover food."

The two of them, like twins, left the principal's office.

Through the oak door.

Through the portraits on the wall, one can vaguely hear the conversation coming from outside.

"I'm warning you, don't become like me again. Where did you get my body parts? And - what's the point of dressing like a woman in Myrtle's bathroom? And being seen."

The principals all had dark lines on their faces.

I was thinking to myself that today's students are really extravagant in their play.

Outside the castle at this time.

In Hagrid's hut.

Slughorn and Hagrid were already very drunk.

Both of their faces were flushed.

"For Harry Potter!" roared Hagrid, and he drained the fourteenth barrel of wine in one gulp. He snorted, but he didn't notice it, and he took the initiative to find wine to fill his own mug.

"Yes!" Slughorn murmured, a little inarticulately. "For Barry Water, the Saviour, well, something like that," he muttered, and drank it down in one gulp. The two men shook hands, swayed, and suddenly broke into a sad song.

——The hero Odo was carried back to his hometown.

——Carried it to a place familiar to him in his childhood.

——The hat was turned inside out and buried.

—The wand broke in two, how sad.

As he sang, Hagrid's big, shaggy head rolled into his arms and he began to snore loudly.

He fell asleep.

"I'm sorry!" Slughorn belched. "I never sing in tune."

"It's okay, Professor." Harry said softly, "I've been through this before, haven't I? When I was one year old."

"Oh, no—" Slughorn wailed. "How horrible, at such a young age, and so sad."

"You don't remember that, I suppose, Harry?" he went on.

"I don't remember," said Harry, staring at the flickering candlelight as Hagrid snored heavily. "Even their appearance. It's like they were never there. They've disappeared."

"No -" Slughorn howled in pain again. Just as tears flowed from Hagrid's eyes, he trembled all over and his eyes became moist.

“I once had a fish called Francis, which was very precious to me, but one morning when I woke up to check the fish tank, I found that it had suddenly disappeared.

Disappeared."

The old man's weathered face was filled with sorrow. The ochre-yellow firelight shone on his body, as if a handful of yellow earth was spread on him.

His eyes were wet, reflecting the light of regret.

Harry suddenly realized that the old wizard in front of him was over 120 years old and was about to die.

Slughorn, staring at Harry, looking into his eyes.

The same eyes as Lily.

"Francis was given to me by a student." He spoke intermittently, like a dying old man explaining his last affairs. "It was in the spring. One afternoon I found a bowl on the table. The water in it was very shallow, only a few inches high, and there was a petal floating on it. I just took a look at it, and the petal began to sink. When it was about to sink to the bottom, it suddenly changed-"

"It turned into a small fish. What a wonderful magic. It's amazing." The old man murmured in tears, "That lily petal was given to me by Lily, your mother."

“The day I came downstairs—the day the bowl was empty, and your mother too, I knew why you came here.

But I can’t say it, because if I say it, it’s over.”

"Do you know why I survived, Professor?" Harry pointed to the lightning scar on his forehead with burning eyes. "The night I got the scar."

"It's all because of her, because she sacrificed herself. Her love for me outweighed Voldemort's magic."

"No - don't mention that name," Slughorn cried suddenly, raising his shaking hands and looking terrified. "Really, I'm only an old man."

"I'm not afraid of this name, Professor!" Harry stood up, "I want to tell you something, there is a rumor circulating in the wizarding world, yes, that's right, I am the savior. I can destroy him, but before that, I need your memory.

My mother, she gave her life fighting Voldemort, and you, you won't even give me a memory."

Hagrid's thunderous snoring filled the hut, and Harry watched Slughorn intently.

"Don't say that, Harry, don't say that, please, don't say that again!" he whispered, tears streaming down his cheeks. "If it can help you, of course it's no problem, no problem at all, but that thing is useless..."

"It's useful!" Harry said clearly, "Dumbledore needs to know, I need to know, this is the greatest help to us, we need that memory."

"Be brave, Professor..." Harry said, "Just like my mother."

Slughorn raised his fat hand and pressed his shaking fingers to his tear-soaked mouth.

"Okay." He looked like a huge baby for a moment. He whispered through his fingers, "I have always been ashamed of the memory you want because of what it shows. I feel shameful. I may have caused great harm that day... I should have stopped him. I have an obligation to stop him. He was also my student. I am responsible for his becoming what he is today. I have confessed countless times at night. If I had done more, or if I hadn't done that day... would today's events not be like this?"

Very slowly Slughorn reached into his pocket and drew his wand, and with his other hand fished out a small, empty bottle from his cloak, and still looking Harry in the eyes, he placed the tip of his wand against his temple and removed it.

The tip of the stick brought out a long silver thread of memory, which became longer and longer, and finally broke, with silver light floating on the tip of the stick.

Slughorn put it into the bottle, and the silver threads curled up and then unfurled, swirling like gas.

Then he took out another bottle and pulled out a piece of silver in the same way.

Finally, he tightened the caps with trembling hands and handed the two bottles to Harry across the table, as if he had used up all his strength.

"You're a good boy, Harry," said Slughorn, tears once again streaming down his fat cheeks into his walrus beard. "You have eyes like hers. I hope you won't think too badly of me after reading this..."

"I know, Professor!" Harry whispered.

Looking into Harry's eyes, he seemed to have a thousand words to say, but in the end, he said nothing. Because of the effect of alcohol, he put his head in his arms, sighed, and fell asleep!
Harry leaned back in his chair and breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally got the memory.

Now, he should go back to the castle and find Dumbledore immediately.

He hadn't known that Dumbledore was not in the castle tonight.

He was far less well-informed than Draco.

"Owen!"

A deep voice sounded from a dim corner.

Hermione suddenly appeared at the corner of the corridor.

Elusive.

"How was it? Did you catch the impostor?"

She stared at the silver-haired boy in front of her with burning eyes.

I was eager to know the truth from him.

However, after staring at those emerald eyes for a few seconds, she suddenly felt a strange feeling in her heart.

Because the look in Owen's eyes was full of anger, contempt and inscrutable envy. Maybe just for a moment, Hermione thought she was seeing things.

But the next voice made her conclude that she was not mistaken.

"Hey! I'm here!" Owen's voice came from behind the boy in front of him.

Hermione tilted her head, and another figure that looked exactly like the boy in front of her appeared in her sight.

".This..." The little witch quickly took a step back and then drew out her wand.

"Who is he?"

"It's a pervert." Owen replied.

"No!" Draco frowned and roared angrily.

"Well, it looks like you know each other?" Hermione heard the teasing between the two, and it was obvious that they knew each other. However, she remained alert and did not put down her wand.

"You all know him." Owen shrugged, "And he's not the murderer who poisoned him. Well - for his sake, I won't say who he is."

Draco breathed a sigh of relief.

The tense nerves relaxed.

But he didn't relax much. The effect of the compound decoction he prepared could only last for more than half an hour, and now the time was almost up.

"Him?" Hermione blinked. "A boy?" She put away her wand, feeling somewhat relieved.

"Well, we should go find Harry. He should be back by now."

Owen gave Draco a look, and Draco nodded as if he understood what he meant. Then he started running and disappeared.

"Hey——" Hermione was about to stop him, but was stopped by Owen.

"We have more important things to do." Irving said with a hint of regret.

Because he had originally planned to go to the kitchen, but now he is afraid that it is not possible.

"I think you're protecting him." Hermione pouted and said unhappily, "He disguised himself as you, but he did a lot of bad things. Even if he were a boy, he might do something shameful."

"Hmm - cough cough." Hearing this, Owen coughed a few times and said with a sigh: "That's it, I'm not interested in exploring the darkness deep in a person's heart."

"Except you, of course."

After saying that, he pulled Hermione up and walked quickly along the corridor together.

Now they were going to the foyer.

It is a must-go place to many places, and it is easy to meet Harry there.

(End of this chapter)