A broken Hogwarts

The spacious and empty room flickered with the light of the spell from time to time, reflecting the exquisite sculptures on the walls in flickering light. A huge black cat statue stood silently in the corner of the room, its jewel-encrusted eyes flashing with strange colors in the flickering light, as if it was looking down at everything under its feet.

Harry was practicing spells sternly on the movable target on the wall. From time to time, he turned his head with a resentful look and glanced at Owen, who was curled up in the armchair at the other end of the room and sleeping soundly. His expression was a bit indescribably depressed.

This is the Room of Requirement. It was in this room that they plotted to trick Voldemort together last semester. After Harry finally got Owen through hard work, they came to this room that night and agreed to use this place as their secret base.

In the next few days, although Owen remained elusive, the two of them would come here together from time to time to practice magic spells. Harry could occasionally get hold of Owen's time turner and the vitality potion that could restore his energy, which gave him a lot of time to study.

This kind of life should have been a happy one, but Harry felt that his mentality was getting worse and worse. Because Owen was like this most of the time, lazily curled up in the armchair in front of the fireplace, his eyes closed and his expression as peaceful as if he had fallen asleep.

Even in the rare moments of sobriety, Owen just stared with a frown as Nyx disappeared and reappeared in the black flames over and over again, teleporting back and forth in this spacious enough room. It wasn't until Nyx ran away frantically and irritated that he would...sleep.

Harry always thought that Owen was secretly working behind his back every time he slipped away alone, but he didn't expect that this guy was actually looking for a place to sleep secretly? But this guy who is lazier than a cat can steadily maintain the first place in his grade, which is really frustrating. He didn't dare to mention this to Hermione, for fear that the little witch, who was so diligent and hardworking that she could even talk in her sleep while reciting textbooks, would go crazy on the spot.

Moreover, what about learning and growing together as promised? As a result, Owen was sleeping alone next to him every time, and Harry had to expend a lot of effort to push back the lazy villain that was popping up in his head.

Perhaps because the resentment in Harry's eyes was too strong, Owen stretched his limbs like a cat in the soft armchair, suddenly opened his eyes, turned his head and looked at Harry lazily. Then he withdrew his gaze and stroked Melete's head gently in the warm and bright candlelight.

It seemed that there was only one step left to improve the blasting spell, but he couldn't figure out this step, so he left the wall-facing space to relax.

Owen thought absentmindedly, rolled his eyes slightly, and thought of "ominous" again. Since completing the improvement of Revenge of the Resentful Shadow, the black shadow has never attacked him again.

"It seems that the so-called 'ominous' is indeed a profound curse." Owen squinted his eyes, his expression exactly the same as that of the cat lying on his knee. "After improving the Revenge of the Revenge, this curse was broken. .”

"So, what tricks will they use next?" He thought without any emotion, "You have to take the initiative. Maybe Kurt will bring me some good news..."

"Owen, do you want to have a wizard duel? A real one!"

Harry cast a spell and knocked away the target in front of him, and finally couldn't help but gritted his teeth and said. He bared his teeth at Owen and raised his chin provocatively, imitating Draco.

"Hmm... Are you serious? Are you sure?" Owen raised his eyelids, stared at Harry with his dark eyes for a while, and raised the corners of his mouth playfully. Melete, who was lying on his knees, immediately perked up her ears and turned her head to look over.

"Uh, of course! I've wanted to test your true level for a long time." Harry was stared at and felt a little hairy on his back, but he couldn't take back what he said, so he had to say it bravely, looking both reckless and timid.

Have you been too tolerant of this guy recently, letting him swell up to the point where he wants to kick his nose in the face... Owen cursed in a funny way.

"If you really act... someone will die." He thought about it enthusiastically for a while, and then sighed regretfully. Many of the magics he mastered were intended to kill people or cause significant damage to the enemy, and were not suitable for use in sparring.

Harry blinked and silently took a step back, seemingly a little timid.

Owen held his chin in his hand and narrowed his eyes slightly. After a while, he stood up slowly: "Forget it, let's practice with you." He was a little bored anyway, so he might as well stretch his muscles.

He took out his wand from his sleeve and walked out of the light of the fire slowly, with a leisurely smile on his lips: "In fact, I have observed your situation in the past few days. You have mastered the magic very well. He is solid and learned some useful spells from Dumbledore, but he lacks practical experience."

"I know that Sirius has been training you privately, but he is still too gentle and caring towards you." Owen smiled a little maliciously, looking strange and charming in the flickering firelight, "You lack the real love and affection for you." The sad thing about the experience of fighting dark wizards is that your future enemies will all be that kind of people."

Harry's eyes twitched wildly, and he couldn't help but take a step back. Why does he feel like Owen is coming to kill him? It's quite scary. He felt his heart pounding, but he also felt excited and excited.

"Come on!" he said eagerly, raising his wand. Well, it's exciting to commit suicide sometimes.

Owen took a few steps forward and then stood still, bowing slightly in an elegant manner. Harry bowed quickly and raised his wand to his chest.

"Expelliarmus..." Harry chanted his favorite spell first.

But before he could finish reading, Owen just shook the wand in his hand, and Harry's wand was pushed aside, and the spell was interrupted.

Looking at Owen in shock, Harry shifted his feet and continued to read without pausing: "Fainted..."

Owen waved his wand again, breaking the spell again. Harry was knocked down by an invisible force, rolled on the ground and jumped up.

Silent spell? Owen secretly learned to cast spells without spells! Harry realized this in an instant, but he would not give in because of this. His brain, which had become very clear during the duel, was also running rapidly, trying to think of ways to defeat his opponent.

"The obstacles are heavy -" Harry pointed his wand at Owen and shouted. When Owen waved his wand again, he suddenly stopped the spell he was saying in the middle of his mouth, rolled to the side quickly, and was already firmly on his feet before he could get up. The local raised his wand: "Expelliarmus!"

He finally recited the complete spell, and then he didn't stop to see if his spell was effective. Instead, he raised his hand on the floor without hesitation, and jumped to the practicing magic point like a nimble ape. Behind the cursed wooden dummy.

Owen raised his wand with a smile, blocked the disarming spell with ease, and shot a bright white beam of light towards Harry's position, but it hit the floor. Tilting his head slightly and looking at the wooden dummy that Harry used as a cover, the interest on his face became even more intense.

As expected of Harry, he always showed outstanding combat wisdom in duels, and often performed exceptionally well.

Owen sighed in his heart, finally no longer intending to bully others with silent spells. He whispered to the wooden dummy: "Thunderbolt explosion."

The dummy exploded into pieces in the roar of the explosion. Even if the power of the blasting spell was deliberately weakened, half the room was still covered in fire and smoke.

Harry quickly rolled to the side, and relying on the cover of the smoke, he successfully cast the Iron Armor Curse on himself. He was about to rush out of the flames, but found that the surrounding area suddenly darkened, and darkness enveloped him.

"The darkest realm." Owen withdrew his wand, looked at the area shrouded in lightless darkness, and moved to stand next to the cat statue.

Harry blinked hard in the darkness, and for a moment he even wondered if he was blind. But he quickly suppressed the panic in his heart and raised the wand in his hand high: "Lava Fire!"

A bright, golden-red fire ring centered on him and spread out in all directions. Although it could not dispel the darkness around him, it broke out of the darkness.

This was a spell he found in the notebook Dumbledore left for him, and it took a lot of effort to learn it. This profound flame magic can play a role in attack, defense and containment. The terrible high temperature can even hurt the enemy through the defense of the iron armor spell.

As soon as he released the spell, Harry regretted it. He was worried that Owen would be injured, so he quickly shouted: "Be careful!"

Owen, standing next to the statue, looked at the ring of fire rushing out of the darkness, felt the scorching temperature inside, and raised his eyebrows slightly. When the rapidly spreading ring of fire was about to approach, he turned into black flames and flew into the air, avoiding the dangerous ring of fire.

At the same time, Harry also dispelled the darkness that trapped him, looked around anxiously, and then opened his mouth in surprise, watching the black flame in the air condense into the shape of Owen, and fall lightly to the ground. .

Harry blinked and put aside all the worries in his heart. Without hesitation, he controlled the golden-red fire ring and surrounded Owen.

Owen just grinned at him, raised his left hand and snapped his fingers. The weird and scorching black flames spread with him as the center, blocking the approaching fire ring. The black and golden-red flames were fiercely entangled together, making a subtle "sizzling" sound.

The two flames restrained each other, and the two stood facing each other in the two-color flames of completely different colors. This scene was like a magnificent and enchanting oil painting.

"Thousands of arrows fired!" Owen suddenly waved the wand in his hand. More than a dozen straight and slender red light beams cut through the air, shooting out like arrows from a string.

The beam of light that came in the blink of an eye was bounced aside by the armor spell in front of him, shattering the complicated sculptures on the wall. Harry's backhand beam hit the air, but Owen nimbly dodged it.

"Shocking." Owen's spell came slowly.

Fear curse! Harry hissed lightly and could only recite another Iron Armor Curse, narrowly blocking the spell.

At this time, countless black thorns appeared out of thin air and swam like snakes around his feet. They stretched out their tough branches, and their densely packed sharp thorns shone with a strange light, and they swarmed towards him rustlingly.

These weird thorns made Harry feel a little chilly. After seeing that they were blocked by the Iron Armor Curse, he was slightly relieved. However, the thorns that gradually covered the ground made his movements under his feet become restricted, and there was no room for him to move around. Getting smaller and smaller. Owen tilted his head and watched Harry hurriedly conjuring a new ring of fire to burn the thorns around him. He pursed his pale lips and suddenly wanted to return to his soft armchair. This kind of unrealistic duel is really uninspiring.

"Collapsed." He waved his wand.

The bright red light flashed away, directly penetrated the iron armor spell in front of Harry, and hit him squarely in the chest. Without saying a word, Harry fell to the ground and lost consciousness.

The golden-red fire ring suddenly extinguished, and the thorns and black flames disappeared. Owen waved his wand and cleaned the room, then yawned and returned to the fireplace, holding Melete in his arms and closing his eyes to rest.

As for Harry? Let him get some sleep.

"Meow~" Owen is awesome! Melete nuzzled Owen's palm affectionately and licked his fingertips as a reward.

Harry woke up quickly. He sat on the ground in a daze for a while, then ran over and sat down on the chair next to Owen.

"Owen, what happened to the coma spell just now? How did my armor spell fail?" Harry was a little doubtful. The defeat was so sudden and dramatic that it made him feel unreal.

"When faced with the enemy's spell, don't use defensive spells to resist if you can avoid it. This is basic duel common sense." Owen did not answer, but said quietly.

"Uh... Indeed." Harry touched his head shyly. He could indeed avoid the coma spell, but...

He muttered aggrievedly: "But, who knew your coma spell was so special? If it was an unknown spell, I would definitely get out of the way..." Under Owen's gaze, his voice became lower and lower. .

"Okay, I learned my lesson." Harry sighed and said old-fashionedly.

"You have been letting off steam just now... I didn't expect that the gap between us was wider than I thought." He scratched his head and said with some melancholy and distress. He originally thought that neither he nor Owen used their full strength in the duel class, and the gap between them might not be that big, but the reality gave him a heavy blow.

"Oh." Owen responded perfunctorily. He knew that Harry had a big heart, and this little thing couldn't break this guy's heart.

Sure enough, after a brief moment of self-isolation, Harry became energetic again in the blink of an eye, making people wonder if his memory only lasted seven seconds.

"Owen, can you tell me what's going on with your stun spell?" He raised his hand and poked Owen's arm, asking curiously.

"I improved it and made it a curse of the same type as the Unforgivable Curse." Owen explained casually.

"Awesome!" Harry said sincerely. But then he thought, isn't this a black magic? Thinking of the black magic that Owen just used, is this guy really planning to go all the way to black magic?
The corner of his mouth twitched and he stared at Owen for a while before changing the subject: "It seems I have to start learning silent spells... By the way, did you use your full strength just now?"

"What do you think?" Owen rolled his eyes at him, cheered up and helped him conclude: "In addition to the silent spell, you also need to increase the power of the spell. Improving your own magic level is the best way."

He paused and continued: "Although I have several methods here, they are not suitable for you. You can ask Mr. Principal about this." Among the methods he currently masters, the killing mark is obvious black magic, magic fusion Experiments, on the other hand, have to be tailored to their own needs and can easily go awry.

Harry nodded thoughtfully.

"Besides, you have to understand that today's duel is by no means a real battle." Owen bent his fingers and tapped the wooden armrest of the chair, and suddenly smiled with an unknown meaning, "After all, I don't Use those really dangerous curses on you, such as the Unforgivable Curse..."

"Can you... use it on me?" Harry looked at him and said in a dry voice.

"What's not useful?" Owen lowered his eyes and said casually. The shadows of his eyelashes made his eyes dim.

"That requires a lot of malice, doesn't it?" Harry lowered his head and fiddled with his fingers.

"Oh, this is not a restriction. Don't underestimate me." Owen tilted his head with a half-smile, his delicate face half-darkly reflected by the firelight, carrying an elegant yet seductive and dangerous charm. , "I can use them on anyone if I want..."

The aura about him that made Harry's heart chill was fleeting, and in the blink of an eye, he slumped lazily in the armchair again: "Well, just like the Patronus Charm you practiced, didn't you also Should we learn to gather emotions of joy and hope amidst despair and pain?”

"Whether it's black magic or white magic, if you want to master them well, you must first learn to control your emotions." Owen's voice was clear and calm. "Most of the wizards who can achieve outstanding achievements in these two fields are A master of emotional control, the rest are paranoid lunatics..." He curled his lips.

Harry listened silently and suddenly looked into his eyes and asked, "Why didn't you use those spells just now? Didn't you promise to do it for real?"

Owen turned and glared at Harry, feeling that this guy deserved a beating. But facing the other party's bright eyes, he finally shook his head helplessly, his expression softening.

Although he did want to give Harry a merciless beating before, so that this guy would have a good understanding of the dangers of society. But during the duel, he couldn't help but restrain himself, turning the duel into a little fun.

He sighed slightly, and said softly with misty eyes, "Ah, I think it's a little unreasonable to use those spells on friends... at least it's not polite, right?"

Harry looked at him for a moment, then smiled genuinely. He also lay down loosely in the armchair, as if he had finally let go of the stone that had been weighing on his heart, and his whole body became lighter.

He understood that he didn't need to worry so much about Owen for the time being, because Owen still cared about him just like Sirius and other friends, and had not drifted away. They were always best friends. In this case, why should we care about factors other than friendship?

Harry nodded solemnly and said, "Yes, that's very - very rude."

Owen curled his lips, and his mood became much more relaxed.

They chatted for a while about the upcoming training plan, and Owen also briefly talked about his improved soul version of the coma spell, which made Harry's eyes brighten.

"Want to learn?" Owen twirled Melete's tail hair out of boredom, and his fingers were bitten fiercely by the nives. "If you want to learn, I'll teach you."

"Okay?" Harry said expectantly. Although this spell is a black magic, in his opinion, this spell that only stuns the enemy is not evil at all and is very useful.

"Okay." Owen said casually. He didn't mind teaching his improved magic to others, he always followed his own will and taught as he saw fit.

"This curse is indeed suitable for you. Although it also requires malicious activation, its requirements are not as high as the Unforgivable Curse." Owen said lightly, "For you, you may not be able to use it normally. It’s so handy, but when you’re facing enemies you hate enough, it’s not a big problem to use it.”

In the following time, he carefully explained the principle of this curse and then taught it step by step. After Harry practiced at the target a few times, he learned it quickly.

"Unexpectedly, you are really a genius." Owen raised his eyebrows in surprise. The difficulty of this spell is not small.

The corners of Harry's mouth twitched uncontrollably, and he didn't know whether he was happy or frustrated as he explained: "You know, since I was affected by Voldemort's crown last semester and saw some of his memory fragments, I learned dark magic very quickly. , it’s just hard to release..."

"Tsk, that's amazing." Owen grinned wordlessly and casually recited a blasting spell toward the target. He began to think about how to improve it again.

"You don't have an idea yet?" Harry said thoughtfully as he looked at the target that was engulfed by the explosion. "Why don't you refer to Mr. Dumbledore's Lava Fire Charm? That kind of high temperature can break through the defense of the Iron Armor Curse... "

Owen was stunned for a moment, and he suddenly caught the thread of inspiration. His brain started to work rapidly, and his thinking was like a precise gear, creating wonderful sparks.

"Thunderbolt explosion!" He chanted the spell along the lines of thought in his mind. Harry also waved his wand in unison and recited the Iron Armor Charm on the target in front of Owen.

With a "boom", the bright fireball hit the invisible barrier of the Iron Armor Curse, but it was not ejected like before. Instead, it caused the defensive barrier to explode together. The violent impact tore the target behind the barrier into pieces. Fragments. The orange fireball bounced around, causing everything it touched to explode. A series of explosions rumbled through, deafening.

Owen looked at the massive series of explosions he had caused, with brilliant fireworks reflected in his pupils, and a beautiful and dangerous smile on his face.

"Is this successful?" Harry was stunned.

"Who is not a black magic genius?" Owen glanced at him and said with a smile. (End of chapter)