A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 13 How to Stroking Cats Elegantly

After class, the little wizards who had been tortured by Transfiguration for a class left the classroom happily with a lot of homework.

In the dazzling afternoon sun, they were led by Professor Sprout to a herbal medicine lesson in the greenhouse behind the castle.

Owen didn't spend too much effort on the herbal medicine class, and he didn't think he would have the time and energy to take care of those strange magic plants in the future.His orientation for herbal medicine class is very simple, just learn to identify and use magic plants to successfully brew potions. As for the cultivation of herbal medicines, he would rather spend money to buy them.

Although he had almost memorized "A Thousand Miraculous Herbs and Mushrooms", Owen was quite proficient in caring for plants, which was appreciated by Professor Sprout.

Rather than thinking about how to take better care of those weird magic plants, Owen thinks he has more urgent issues to consider, such as how to deal with the hot and unbearable greenhouse environment, and how to gracefully squeeze the pus of the Babo tuber... …

After a class in herbal medicine, the young wizards' robes were sweaty and covered with strange-smelling dirt, which Owen was sure Professor Sprout had applied some common organic fertilizer to.

Girls like Daphne and Pansy rushed back to take a shower after class. Owen brushed off the corners of his spotless clothes, and skillfully recited a cleansing spell all over his body.

I have to say that Owen believes that the cleaning spell is definitely one of the greatest spells for wizards. It can make wizards keep themselves clean and tidy anytime, anywhere. A wizard would rather get dirty than cast a spell on himself.

Maybe it's because once this spell is not used well, it's easy to take off a layer of skin?Well, anyway, this is the spell that Owen has mastered most skillfully.

After a hasty dinner, the students climbed up the tall astronomical tower to observe the starry sky with a telescope, and learn the names of different stars and the trajectories of planets.

After completing his classroom tasks, Owen spent most of his time practicing transfiguration in the wall-facing space, and successfully transformed a coin into a badge with beautiful patterns.

By the time the night got darker, the students who had finished their astronomy class returned with a full load-referring to homework.The Slytherin students walked down the dark stairs and corridors to the base of the castle, their chirping voices breaking the cold and dead silence around them.

"It is said that in Hogwarts late at night, in the corridors with especially dim candlelight, there are some evil ghosts that feed on the lives of wizards hidden... They are always quietly watching the living, silently waiting for the lone prey "Draco said in a low voice, "Every year, there are always a few little wizards who haven't come home all night and are found fainted in the corridor the next day, skinny and bony, as if they have aged for several years..."

Daphne trembled when she heard it, and she held Pansy's arm tightly, showing an expression of wanting to hear but not daring to listen.Pansy raised her head proudly, with a look of fearlessness, but when Draco looked over, she changed her face and showed a frightened expression.

Draco turned his head in satisfaction, glanced dissatisfiedly at Crabbe and Goyle who kept stuffing candies into their mouths, and continued to tell horror stories eeriely.

"Oh, Draco, stop talking!" Daphne covered her ears.

"There are no evil ghosts at Hogwarts, Draco." Theodore said disrespectfully, with a sad face that seemed to be always distracted.

In a few days, the relationship between the freshmen became familiar and harmonious, and they gradually relaxed when getting along with each other.

"Why, look ahead!" Draco almost jumped up suddenly, startling himself.At the end of the dark corridor, a shadow exuding a cold silvery white light was approaching.

For a moment, the atmosphere was a little stiff, and even the few people who were not afraid just now felt hairy all over.

Owen recognized the figure from a distance, and greeted him briskly: "Good evening, Sir Barrow."

Baron, the ghost of Slytherin, slowly floated over, glanced at them with dull eyes in the relieved expression of everyone, nodded slightly to Owen, and then slowly floated away with a gloomy face.

"To be honest, his expression is a bit too scary, isn't it?" Blaise shrugged after the bloody Barrow drifted away.

Harry nodded approvingly, thinking the ghost looked unapproachable.

"What I want to know more is how did the blood on his body come from, I think I can take the time to ask him." Draco rolled his gray eyes.

"Tsk, trust me, Draco, he wouldn't like someone asking him that question." Owen glanced at him, this guy really didn't open any pot.

"Yeah—" Draco drawled back, wondering if he took Owen's words to heart.

"Why do I feel that the way back to the dormitory is particularly long tonight?" Daphne exhaled, still holding Pansy's hand tightly.She was most afraid of hearing those horror stories. Although she knew that they were all false, she was just afraid.

"It is said that Hogwarts has a corridor that randomly appears at night, and those who stray into it can never get out, and can only wander in it forever..." Draco said slowly.

"Draco, I heard that you are well-informed?" Owen put his hand on his chin and pondered.

"Of course, no one knows everything that happened at Hogwarts better than me." Draco raised his chin triumphantly.

"Then, if you learn of any interesting and strange things happening at Hogwarts recently, can you tell me in time?" Owen said slowly.He didn't know what abnormality his ability caused, and he always felt a little uneasy.

"Well, since you're sincerely begging, I'll refrain from paying a little more attention." Draco's chin lifted even higher.

"Okay, thanks in advance." Owen shook his head with some amusement, as if he saw the other party's little tail secretly raised.

While passing a certain corridor, Owen heard a muffled soft sound coming from the depths of the corridor, and two searchlight-like yellow eyes lit up, like monsters peeking out in the dark.

"Huh?" Owen's eyes lit up, he let everyone go first, and turned into the corridor with a look of interest.

The pair of eyes in front stared at him motionlessly, without blinking, as if with critical malice.

As they got closer, Owen could clearly see the animals in front of him by the dim candlelight.It was a cat with dark gray hair, but it was very skinny, and the big eyes were large and protruding from the thin, pointed face of the cat, which made it look unattractive.

"Ha, sure enough!" Owen knelt down and stretched out a hand, waving with a smile on his face, "Mimi, come here..."

The cat in front of him arched its back vigilantly, its disheveled tail slowly swept back and forth against the ground, its yellow and orange eyes were full of vicious viciousness.

"Poor Mimi, do you have an owner? Seeing that you are so thin, you must have been abused." In Owen's view, the one who can keep his cat so thin must be an owner who does not cherish it.Moreover, the cat in front of him looked vicious and vigilant towards people, so it must have been hurt by humans.

He dug out a packed sausage from his pocket, put it on the ground not far from him, and pushed it towards the gray cat.

The gray cat lazily stretched out its paws to poke the meat sausage in front of it, as if playing with a mouse.It looked up at Owen with a haughty and contemptuous expression.

In this regard, Owen can only say that cats in the wizarding world are really smart.

Under Owen's expectant eyes, the cat got tired of playing the game, put its nose close to the meat intestines and sniffed it, and then gnawed it up, gobbling it up, which was very unsightly.

Owen reached out his hand silently and touched the gray cat's head.Although thin and bony, the hair is still fluffy and warm.Well, it's comfortable.

The gray cat, which was gnawing on the sausage, clawed at it without warning, and the cat's bright eyes were full of malicious intent.It's just that the cat's paw waved in vain, and Owen had already withdrawn his hand, looked at it with a smile and said, "Want to play a game with me?"

As he spoke, he reached out and touched the cat's head again, dodged before the sharp claws were about to touch the back of his hand, and touched the gray cat's back again.

The gray cat purred angrily, scratching wildly on all fours, even using its mouth.But Owen's dexterous hands brushed against it again and again like a butterfly piercing flowers, narrowly brushing against the cat's paw every time.The gray cat's expression became more and more annoyed, but Owen's expression became more and more satisfied.

After a while, the gray cat jumped up from the ground, gave Owen a hard look, as if saying that he had to stay here and don't run away, then swished away and disappeared.

Owen withdrew his hand without hesitation, took out a pocket watch from his pocket and looked at it, and found that the time was almost up, and if he stayed any longer, he would violate the school rules, so he got up regretfully and walked towards the common room.

Well, what bad thoughts can a kitten have?It just wants to find someone to play with it.Owen decided to come back tomorrow.

Before the curfew time, Owen returned to the common room in a pinch, and there was only a flurry of angry cat meows echoing in the corridor, as if it had come to spring.

(End of this chapter)