A broken Hogwarts

The first Quidditch match of the school year begins, Slytherin versus Gryffindor. Even in stormy weather, the air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.

Thunder was rolling in the dark clouds, and the howling wind lifted the branches of the distant Forbidden Forest into the sky. The cold raindrops gathered into a thick curtain of rain, beating heavily on people and raising a thick gray fog in the air.

But this cannot extinguish the enthusiasm of teachers and students in the school. Wearing soaked cloaks, they huddled shivering under their wind-torn umbrellas, cheering and cheering at the blurry figures flying around on the Quidditch pitch. Even though they could hardly see the game clearly, they could only barely understand the current situation from the intermittent words of the commentator.

"So... what is the point of coming to watch this game?" Irving stood among the crowd in the stands, thinking listlessly. If he hadn't agreed to come and cheer Harry and Draco on, he would never have walked out of the castle in this weather.

He held a black umbrella steadily in one hand. The spelled umbrella blocked out the strong wind and heavy rain, leaving a small piece of pure land for him. The other hand held the reluctant Melete, and based on the principle of sharing weal and woe, Owen lifted the cat from the warm bed.

Melete stared at Owen's face, which was not afraid of boiling water, with her sharp golden eyes. She scratched the clothes on his chest with her little paws dissatisfied, and kicked the poor velvet with her two hind legs. . Well, she couldn't be the only one suffering anyway, there had to be someone who shared the joys and sorrows. If she couldn't defeat Nyx, she would have to catch that stinky bird in her mouth anyway.

Owen looked up and saw the red and green shadows flying around under the dark clouds like struggling birds. Harry's figure was patrolling at the top, riding a Firebolt as if he had turned into lightning in the clouds. , flickering in and out of the sky quickly and flexibly.

"Are they really not going to be struck by lightning?" Amidst the cheers and boos of the Slytherin team's score, this was the thought that was running through Owen's mind.

The sky unknowingly became darker and darker, as if it was entering night earlier. When a zigzag lightning cut through the sky, hundreds of dementors tore through the rain curtain and entered the stadium, raising their faces hidden under their hoods. The sudden chill made the little wizards in the stands feel as if they were being He lost his voice as if he was holding his throat.

Everyone stood there in silence with pale faces, appearing strangely quiet in the howling storm.

Harry, who was flying rapidly in the sky, stopped there, seemingly shaky. But then, a silver-white stag jumped from the air, raised its forked antlers and bravely charged towards the Dementors on the ground.

The silvery white light is warm and not dazzling, inspiring more people to take courage. A silver-white peacock flapped its gorgeous wings and flew down into the sky. Draco stopped there, waving the wand in his hand towards Harry with a proud expression, and then suddenly raised his foot and struck hard. Kicked one of the Weasley twins in the butt.

"Call the gods to protect you!"

In the stands, Daphne pointed her wand at the sky with a firm expression, her blue eyes flashing with burning light. Her swan patronus rushed out of the wand and flew to the court alongside Blaise, Pansy and their patronus. The same light also rose from the Gryffindor stand, and Hermione and Neville also made the same move in tacit agreement.

One after another, the light and radiant silver-white figures rushed towards the dark group of Dementors without hesitation, like a blazing bonfire lit in the cold night, dispelling the bone-chilling chill around them and bringing warmth and hope. At this moment, even the wet and cold rainstorm seemed to become gentle.

The dementors dispersed like a explosion. They were chased and intercepted by the patron saints and fled in all directions, quickly disappearing into the misty rain.

After a brief silence, a wave of applause and cheers came, this time to the people in the study group.

Owen stood quietly in the shadow under the umbrella, his figure blending harmoniously with the shadow, and he was incompatible with the crowd around him. He raised his face slightly and looked at the clear radiance that gradually dissipated in the air, and his dark eyes seemed to reflect the faint afterglow.

When the game restarted with Ms. Huo Qi's whistle, Irving lowered his eyes, lightly pursed his pale lips, and murmured with a smile: "They really made a big splash."

"Meow——" Melete raised a front paw and patted his cheek very gently.

"...Harry Potter caught the Golden Snitch! The game is over!" The voice of the commentator came along with the whistle, announcing the Slytherin team's victory.

As a large group of people filed into the common room, wet water vapor poured in, but no one paid attention to this. Everyone was celebrating the victory of the game, and many people were also excitedly discussing their day. The patron saints I met.

The dark green lake outside the window blocked out the thunder and lightning and the sound of the storm outside. The table was filled with various snacks and drinks, and the celebration continued for a long time.

It was not until nightfall that the common room returned to calm. Owen curled up lazily in the armchair, his mind pondering the issue of the Apparition Tracking Spell in the space facing the wall.

In fact, there are many types of spells that can be called Apparition Tracking Charms.

The simplest type is to leave some kind of mark on the target, which can be tracked with the corresponding tracking spell. But this method is unreliable. For a wizard who is powerful enough or cautious enough, it is very difficult to leave a mark on the opponent. Even if the mark is left by luck, it can be easily erased.

Now that I think about it, Natasha must have been marked by this kind of curse when she was chased by a dark wizard organization whose name she couldn't remember and fled in embarrassment. It's just that Irving was also a fledgling weakling at the time, and he also failed to realize the problem.

"It can only be used to bully Madaha, who is weaker than me," Owen commented, "It's not very practical."

The other type is similar to the principle of follower appearance. Use some kind of magic spell to establish an invisible connection with the target, so that when the target apparates, it will take the tracker with it to the destination.

But this approach also has major flaws. On the one hand, it is not easy to hit the target. On the other hand, if the target is aware of this connection and is experienced in apparating, it may be possible to cut off this connection, or even use this to make the pursuer fall into separate bodies. in danger.

Considering that most of the people he needed to use the Apparition Tracking Spell to deal with were difficult to deal with, Owen ruled out this category.

In addition, there is a more advanced apparation tracking spell that allows the tracker to track directly through the apparation trajectory, just like a hunter tracking the footprints of his prey in the wilderness.

Owen is inclined to this type, but the problem is that this kind of spell is very complex and rare. Perhaps some ancient wizard families and wizard organizations may have this secret inheritance, but unfortunately he did not find it.

He rummaged through the Hogwarts library and Ravenclaw's Chamber of Secrets, combined with the Shafik family's books and Grindelwald's answers to questions, and only found some brief records.

After understanding the relevant principles, he determined that this kind of magic spell could not be created in a short time. But there are no other ways.

After consulting Mr. Grindelwald, Owen understood one thing: for a wizard who is smart enough and has profound knowledge in Apparition, after targeted research and training, he can discern the Apparition or Apparition on his own. It's the trajectory of the portkey.

In other words, they can track the target along the traces left in the space, and it is very difficult to escape under the nose of such people. Of course, this is not without limitations. They must see the target phantom in front of them in order to distinguish and capture the correct trajectory of the fleeting moment.

Irving has been working hard in this direction for a while. Whenever he has time, he pulls Nicks to train and makes him teleport in front of him again and again, trying to capture that mysterious feeling. It's just that there hasn't been any progress so far, but it has frightened Nicks. He has been hiding from Owen when he saw him recently, and he is not so active even in setting fires and causing trouble.

After pondering the issue of the Apparition Tracking Spell in the wall-facing space for a while, Owen frowned and put it aside for the time being, continuing to study the advancement of Shadow Revenge.

Facing all kinds of bizarre and strange black magic curses, Owen is obsessed with their wonders and changes, and at the same time feels deeply fearful. To resist these hard-to-prevent curses, we can only rely on the soul.

When it comes to improving soul spells, Owen's long-standing idea is to combine the principles of "soul" spells and then use the power of emotions to promote a spell that can interfere with the realm of the soul. Therefore, his improved soul spell The curse must be black magic.

But Shadow's Revenge itself is a dark curse, so this idea won't work. Moreover, its defense and attack coexist. It can not only isolate the intrusion of the curse, but also backfire the person who imposed the curse. It is a complex and profound spell, and it is not easy to continue to improve it.

Fortunately, Owen quickly found inspiration. Revenge of the Shadow is similar to the Dark Guard to a certain extent, and a certain connection can be established between the two spells, so why not use the Dark Guard to strengthen it?
The core of Revenge of the Resentful Shadow is the "Resentful Shadow" with the ability to protect and counterattack. If the Black Devil Guard replaces this "Resentful Shadow", the idea will be much simpler. After all, the Black Devil Guard itself has penetrated deeply into the soul realm.

After finding the direction, the next step went very smoothly. Owen has long been adept at improving the magic spell. He has basically perfected the magic spell in the past few days. Next, he only needs to check for leaks and fill in the gaps in experiments one after another.

He came to the area where he practiced spells and recited the improved spells to himself over and over again with a calm and focused expression, eliminating several small flaws that were difficult to find in theory. After the last experiment, Owen finally raised the corners of his mouth and showed a relaxed and happy smile. This spell improvement was successful.

As he thought, the eerie black mist condensed and formed around him. The tall top hat, long cloak, and the curved corners of the mouth under the black mist seemed to have not changed much.

Owen stretched out his hand and patted the top hat of the black devil guard, and felt it with his heart. He felt that this guy had become stronger again, with the ability to protect and isolate, and the curse had also become much stronger.

"This defense seems to be for the soul?" Owen raised his eyebrows, his expression was happy for a moment, but then his face fell, "No, it targets the curse and the soul itself. It wants to defend against the Unforgivable Curse. Not qualified yet…”

Being able to defend against attacks by fists and feet does not mean that one can defend against swords and guns.

"But it's also an idea..." After Bai was happy, Owen touched his chin with one hand and continued to think about profound questions. The black devil guard was cruising around him quietly, gently rolling up his trouser legs with the hem of his clothes.

"Wait, it seems that this kind of defensive ability is not only for external use?" Owen suddenly thought of something and showed a strange expression, "If it is for internal use..."

His eyes suddenly lit up, like two burning obsidian stones. He experimented with enthusiasm and finally got an answer that surprised him.

"The internal defense is a solid cage, which means that the Dark Guard's ability to imprison souls has been greatly enhanced!" Owen returned to his desk and pulled out a piece of parchment from a thick pile of parchment. , with a catchy title written in beautiful cursive letters: The possibility of capturing souls with the Dark Guard.

"I didn't expect that this problem was solved by accident." Owen smiled with satisfaction, with a cunning and playful look on his face, "If Voldemort dares to possess me next time, he should know what it means to be free." Caught in a trap.”

"If this kind of defensive ability can be fixed on an alchemy item, can it be possible to create an object that can imprison the soul?" He recorded his thoughts in a few strokes, with a hint of mischief hanging on the corner of his mouth. laugh.

He turned to look at the black demon guard fluttering lightly in the air, smiled with a somewhat misty eye, and suddenly raised his hand to grab one side of the cloak, treating it as a special and charming dance partner, amusing himself Danced a beautiful and cheerful ballroom dance.

The snow-white rabbit swayed its ears slightly, the little white nightmare floated unconsciously, and there was an everlasting tranquility in the white mist-filled space.

……

After leaving the wall-facing space, Owen returned to the dormitory where no one was present, recited a modified version of the Shadow's Revenge spell to himself, then lay on the bed and hugged Melete and squinted for a while.

After completing a big topic, he always wants to be lazy for a while, but the regular biological clock ruthlessly reminds him that now is not the time to sleep.

Owen, who was getting more and more awake as he slept, reluctantly got up from the bed, looked around the dormitory where he was the only one, took out the time turner from his collar and turned it skillfully.

Time quickly reversed, and he left the common room quietly and quietly, intending to go to the Room of Requirement to have a "talk" with Peter Pettigrew, or to take a nap.

But he soon regretted the decision.

"What a coincidence, Owen, you're here too!" Harry's energetic voice came from the side in front of the Room of Requirement.

"Why are you here?" Owen watched helplessly as Harry lifted off the invisibility cloak and waved cheerfully at him.

"Tonight's lectures ended early. I just came out of the principal's office and planned to come over to practice spells." Harry smiled so blindly that he looked like a silly Shiba Inu. "I didn't expect to meet him by chance. Come on, let’s practice together, okay?”

Not good at all, troublesome. Owen drooped his eyelids and looked at the happy and innocent little wizard in front of him with a rare troubled expression.

Since Halloween passed, Harry would often "encounter" him when he went to the Room of Requirement, and tried to learn and train with him through hard work, which made Owen fully understand what it meant to be - pestering.

Owen was a little puzzled. He had obviously been avoiding Harry, and the time and route to the Room of Requirement were not fixed every day. Why could this guy always meet him at various locations with such accuracy?

He had confirmed through his Marauder's Map that Harry did not stay outside the Room of Requirement for a long time, nor was he following him. He also wears an anti-tracking badge on him at all times. It is impossible for Harry to find him through Sirius' Marauder's Map...

"Why can you always find me?" Owen finally couldn't help but ask.

"Ah?" Harry looked at him blankly, "Didn't you just find it while walking? Sometimes you do meet by chance."

Owen looked at the other party's clear and stupid eyes and had to admit that this guy did not lie. So, this thing is quite fantastic.

"Owen, how on earth can you promise me?" Harry said suddenly dejectedly.

"Why on earth do you have to come with me?" Owen hugged his shoulders and tilted his head.

"We can be each other's sparring partners...and I also want to learn more about dark magic from you and learn how to deal with them..." Harry's eyes wandered for a moment. He didn't want to say that he was worried about Owen and wanted to spend more time with him.

Looking at Harry who was activated by his mind reading ability, Owen quickly twirled his wand and asked with a straight face, "Then what can you give in exchange?"

"Ah?" Harry looked at him dumbfounded, his expression was tangled for a while, then he suddenly closed his eyes hard, and said with a risk-taking look: "I can help you take care of the herbs in the herb class, and in the astronomy class I'll help you fill out charts and process medicinal materials for you in potions class..."

He opened his eyes slightly and looked at Owen, who was speechless. He looked like he was about to cry: "If it doesn't work out, I can help you with your homework..."

"No need." Owen slapped himself on the forehead and sighed with a headache, "You should know that I am not a suitable sparring partner."

"I know, you are very powerful." Harry's emerald green eyes dimmed, "I will hold you back..."

"Rather than this, you should be more worried about me accidentally killing you." Owen said with a slight smile on his lips.

Under the dim light, his pale and delicate cheeks were half-dark, like a beautiful and strange sculpture.

"Don't underestimate me." Harry said without thinking, and then said, "We can do without those dangerous spells, right?"

Owen stared at him deeply for a while, then walked back and forth in front of the wall of the Room of Requirement three times, pushed open the door that appeared out of thin air, turned to the boy who became frustrated again and said softly. :"come in."

Harry was stunned for a moment and suddenly became very excited.

"Coming!" he said cheerfully. (End of chapter)