A broken Hogwarts

The melodious bells rang cheerfully in the ancient and solemn castle, and the students poured out of the classroom, celebrating the end of the last class before the holiday with laughter and laughter.

The auditorium was already decorated with Christmas decorations, and outside the window was snow falling all over the sky. While people were enjoying lunch, they were talking about their plans to go to Hogsmeade tomorrow.

Harry chatted with Draco for a while, stirring the stew on the plate with a spoon boredly, and glanced at the empty seat next to him - Owen hurriedly left again.

He discovered that Owen had been communicating frequently with people outside the school recently, and he was probably planning something. He knew the letters were not from Owen's parents because they did not come in elegant black envelopes with delicately patterned wax seals.

Owen's mystery made Harry a little worried and inexplicably lost. Because the guy wouldn't say a word, as if his friends couldn't help him... well, maybe they really couldn't.

However, Owen promised to tell himself about the rare and fatal curse this afternoon, and hoped that he could learn it in time so that he could deal with Mr. Dumbledore next time... Harry scratched his hair, and he helplessly found that Dumbledore Bullido's patience was wearing thin.

"Owen is such a good guy. Well, that's right!" Harry thanked him sincerely and poked the stew in front of him with his fork.

At the same time, Owen was lazily leaning against the window at the end of a long corridor, tilting his head and looking at the snowflakes flying in the sky outside. Luna squatted aside and gently stroked Melete's head. Her light-colored eyes were wide open and she had a clean and pure smile on her face. Even the always proud catnives did not reject her touch.

The two happened to meet each other in the corridor, so they got together to chat. The relationship between them is always natural and comfortable. They have many topics in common but maintain a suitable distance.

"You seem to enjoy being here?"

Owen tightened his cloak tightly, and the cold wind that filtered through the window cracks was blowing on his face.

"The scenery here is very interesting." Luna stood up with Melete in her arms, looking out the window at the snow-covered lake and the barren black forest in the distance, as well as the scattered towers and greenhouses standing in the wind and snow, "Look , do they look like a giant dragon when put together?”

"It's white in winter, but now it's asleep with its eyes closed." Luna said lightly, gesturing with her right hand enthusiastically. After seeing several little people stepping on the snow and walking into the tower, she turned to Owen and said seriously: "Ah, a few more people were eaten."

Owen looked at her for a while, and the corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising. He nodded solemnly and asked curiously: "So, will there be a hero to save them from the dragon's mouth?"

Luna also smiled and narrowed her eyes, speaking in a brisk and ethereal voice those fantastic stories that she seemed to only see in her dreams.

Students were walking up and down the corridor talking and laughing, and then a scream interrupted their conversation. Owen and Luna both turned to look over, and the screams quickly turned into laughter.

"It's body swapping again." Owen said with a smile, his pale lips pursed slightly. This kind of incident happens several times from time to time, and everyone is somewhat used to it.

"That's very interesting." Luna blinked and said in a dreamy voice, "It's just that I haven't experienced it before." She looked very interested, but there was not much disappointment in her words.

"I experienced it once..." Owen smiled and shook his head. It was not very comfortable. "From the perspective of a bystander, it is indeed quite interesting."

In fact, the conditions for body exchange are not so easy to meet. It requires one person to have strong enough emotions for the other person and the other person's "tacit understanding"... so it is more likely to happen among those who are popular or disliked. on the guy.

For example, a few days ago, an unnamed red-haired twin brother from Gryffindor swapped bodies with Mr. Filch, used his identity as the castle administrator to deceive and kidnap the entire castle. There has been a huge commotion, and the long confinement has not ended yet.

As Occlumency becomes more and more proficient, Owen becomes better at controlling his thoughts and rarely thinks of others in inappropriate situations. Staying in the wall space can also isolate body swapping, so this kind of thing is difficult to do. Appears on Owen.

However, as a famous person, Harry would experience this once every three days, becoming a beautiful sight in Hogwarts. Owen watched the excitement and was not afraid of serious problems, so he was not in a hurry to solve the problem.

Well, the boring campus life always needs a little fun to spice it up...

Owen thought with peace of mind, and in the blink of an eye he saw a red line connected. After a daze, he found himself sitting in the auditorium again, with a plate of battered stew in front of him.

With quick eyesight and quick hands, he grabbed the thin red thread connected to his index finger with his backhand. The disappearing red thread became clear and solid again on his fingertips. Owen raised his hand and touched his cheek, his face turned black.

Very good, it's time to resolve this matter. It’s okay if you don’t want to watch this fun!

"What's wrong with you, Harry?" Draco beside him couldn't help but shiver and leaned back suspiciously. Why is this guy suddenly like a different person, with black energy coming out of his body...

"It's Harry again..." The corners of Owen's mouth twitched. He didn't understand, where did Harry get such strong feelings for him day by day?
"I have something to do, see you later." Owen smiled gently, stood up, and quickly left the auditorium following the guidance of the red line in his hand.

"What's wrong with him?" Draco crossed his shoulders dissatisfied, "It's so surprising."

"Don't you think he looks more like Owen now?" Daphne raised her eyebrows in understanding, covered her lips and snickered.

Owen walked straight towards the source of the red line, passed through the long and lonely corridor, climbed up the stairs of different widths, and at the same time cast a spell to get rid of Peeves who wanted to cause trouble, and tied a waste paper basket to Peeves. On the leather ghost's big head.

Finally, he stopped in a remote corner on the third floor, with a tall suit of armor standing next to him.

"Click-"

A wheel wrapped with red thread rolled out from behind the armor, bounced twice on the floor, and landed at Owen's feet. A furry claw stretched out from behind the armor, followed by a big white ear and a prying round eye...

After confirming that the guy outside was an acquaintance, the white-furred cat jumped out like lightning, raised his paws to hold the wooden wire wheel, and started playing with it enthusiastically.

The indifference on Owen's face suddenly dissipated, and he slowly squatted down, smiling gently and stroking the ears of the cat, and exchanged a ball of wool for his toy from the cat.

The moment his fingers touched the wire wheel, the black wooden wire wheel disappeared.

Owen skillfully closed his eyes and entered the space facing the wall. He saw a black wire wheel next to the fax machine and the flute in the corner. The red thread wrapped on it was a little messy, with several thread ends exposed.

There are 20 more connection points, now totaling 26.

"You can consume 3 connection points to use the ability to switch bodies once..." Owen fumbled with its function, "But it is very restrictive. It can only be used on people who are weaker than me at a certain level, or who have no resistance. Only those with ability can use it." "Tsk, it's a bit useless." He put the reel back in place, but he didn't feel too sorry. There is no ability to waste, only people who don’t know how to use it.

He pondered for a while, then left the wall-facing space and returned to reality. He lowered his head and glanced at the cat nives who was happily playing with a yarn ball, and then looked at himself, his face darkening again.

"I haven't exchanged it back yet...do I have to wait for a while to automatically exchange it back?"

Owen curled his lips in displeasure, returned to his previous location, picked up Harry who was chatting with Luna, and entered the secret base of the Room of Requirement.

The two looked at each other in the warm but somewhat dim room. After a long time, Owen slumped on the escalator and rolled his eyes. Harry touched the back of his head and smiled coquettishly.

Harry felt very innocent, he just thanked Owen sincerely.

"If you feel uncomfortable, you can take a nap." Owen hugged Melete and lazily closed his eyes, raising his hands to comb his messy hair.

Harry felt the coldness in his body and his uncontrollable depression and gloomy mood. He frowned slightly, shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter. I want to seize the time to learn the Ultimate Curse."

"Well, okay." Owen finally smoothed his hair with a magic spell and explained to Harry the key points of the ultimate curse.

……

As the last light of day disappears on the snow-covered horizon, night comes quietly.

The sky outside could not be seen from inside the Room of Requirement, only the flames in the fireplace and the surrounding torches gave off a warm yellow light.

Harry encountered difficulties in learning. The Last Curse was more difficult than he imagined, but he had been practicing tirelessly.

Owen, on the other hand, persevered in stroking the hair on his head that had unknowingly become ridged again. He spent almost the whole afternoon fighting Harry's stubborn hair. Although his spell was very effective in smoothing it, Harry's hair was full of thorns.

Harry secretly watched his movements, holding back a laugh and turned his head, his shoulders shaking.

Owen glanced sideways at him, finally letting his messy hair hang down, and then huddled in the armchair in a comfortable posture, holding his chin in one hand and half-squinting his eyes, watching Nyx teleport back and forth in the flames. , and continued to become proficient in his phantom tracking technique.

After persistent observation and research, he has been able to capture the weak induction during space teleportation, but there are still some deviations in positioning. Currently, Owen is constantly adjusting the accuracy of his tracking technique.

I don't know how long it took, but Owen's half-closed eyes suddenly opened. He raised his hand to push the round-frame glasses on his nose, reached into his pocket, and touched the badge that was emitting heat and vibrating slightly.

"The emergency contact badge was used. Did Kurt get any results, or was there an accident?" He straightened his back and turned to look at Nyx, whose actions were becoming more and more perfunctory.

Nyx gave Owen an aggrieved look, flapped his wings angrily and disappeared into the flames, returning a moment later with a letter from Kurt.

The handwriting on the letter was a little more sloppy than usual, and there was a lot less nonsense. It recorded the information Kurt investigated in detail.

Owen quickly finished reading the letter, and a cold and sardonic smile slowly formed on the corner of his mouth, and his emerald green eyes were slowly filled with a thick and dark fog. The cold and dangerous magic power flashed away, dimming the surrounding flames, and the warmth in the room seemed to be replaced by the biting chill in an instant.

"What happened?" Harry turned his head and looked sharply, clenching the wand in his hand, his face full of seriousness.

"Haha, some naughty guys want to play some exaggerated pranks." Owen smiled slightly, his tone was playful but also inexplicably bewitching, and his temperament became calm and elegant again.

"This is... not very well-behaved." His voice became gentler, but Harry couldn't help grinning and felt a chill in his heart.

"Uh... do you need my help?" Harry asked cautiously. He had a strong feeling that some people were going to be out of luck.

Owen glanced at him, curled his lips angrily and said, "It would be the greatest help to me to change my body as soon as possible."

"Ahem, there's nothing I can do about it..." Harry muttered in a low voice, and after standing dumbly for a while, he continued to practice the spells.

Owen slumped back into the armchair, closing his eyes and sorting through the information he got from Kurt.

"The stronghold discovered by Kurt is underground in a bar..."

"The recent frequent actions of the Death Expulsion Society are because their president sent a new leader?"

"They found the key that Kurt's grandfather stole... They have to give them some trouble."

"Well, they want to attack my parents... haha, interesting."

He quickly sorted out the next action plan in his mind, listing one plan after another, while waiting for the moment when the body swap effect disappeared.

"The Death Expulsion Society is a secretive and powerful transnational organization with a lot of power and manpower. To deal with them, we can only capture the thief first and capture the king first, and find a way to find out the deeply hidden president!"

"If you want to find this rat hiding in the gutter, you have to start with the bait he craves most. Tonight is the best chance."

During the long wait, time passed especially slowly. It wasn't until early in the morning that the familiar trance finally struck again. Owen returned to his body, raised his hand and clenched his fist.

"It's time to make a scene." He murmured softly, with an unstoppable smile on his face. (End of chapter)