A broken Hogwarts

The wind and snow stopped without knowing when, the thick clouds in the night sky dispersed, and the semicircle moon cast a dim silver glow on the boundless white snow.

People in Hogwarts Castle fell asleep one after another, but there were always night walkers eager for a novel and interesting adventure.

The firelight in the corridor outside the Room of Requirement was dim, and the long and slanting figures were reflected on the walls on both sides, as if they were performing a strange ritual dance. The sound of Peeves's squeaking laughter could be heard from far downstairs, and Mrs. Norris's hoarse cat meowing dragged on for a long time.

Owen waved his hands in disgust, and finally sent Harry away who didn't know the situation but was still eager to help. When Harry left, he stared at him with a pair of emerald green eyes, as if he was accusing a scumbag who always gave up.

After watching Harry's back disappear at the end of the corridor, Owen helplessly patted his forehead and gently opened the pocket watch cover in his hand. The hands on the dial were about to point to eleven-thirty, and about an hour and a half had passed since Kurt's letter.

"Tsk, I can still make it in time." He put away his pocket watch with a relaxed expression, took out the thin gold chain of the time turner from his pocket, and then asked Nyx to stand on his shoulder.

"Can I invite you to go on an interesting adventure together, Nyx?" Owen blinked his left eye with a smile, and wrapped the thin gold chain around Nyx's neck.

Nyx opened and closed his shiny black beak impatiently, raised his beautiful head proudly, and became energetic again. His bright red eyes were quietly filled with eager restlessness and malice, and his whole body The gorgeous feathers reflected brilliant light in the flickering firelight.

"Then please give me more advice." Owen laughed softly and turned the small hourglass of the time turner five times.

After a feeling of speeding backwards, they returned to five hours ago together. At this time, the sky outside was already dark, and the heavy snow had not stopped falling.

Owen made three trips to the Room of Requirement and entered his own secret room. After casually glancing at Wormtail curled up in a small cage, he took some polyjuice potion from the cabinet, took a black robe with a hood, and brought some more props that might be useful. .

Before he was about to leave, he hesitated, then walked to the experimental table on the other side, and picked out a big, lively rat from a group of small animals used as experimental animals. He felt that he might be able to use bait later, and using rats that could be seen everywhere would be the least likely to arouse suspicion.

After frowning slightly and reciting a cleaning spell to the mouse, Owen used the usual method of hiding rabbits to hide the mouse on his body, then put on his robe, pulled Nyx's tail and disappeared into the black flames.

He flew at high speed in the warm flames, and when he found his feet on the ground again, he was already standing in the white snow, and the biting cold wind was like a blade, causing pain on the face.

Owen raised his hands and rubbed his face, squinting his eyes and looking towards the end of the street, where a bar called "The Hound" stood.

At this time, Kurt hasn't arrived here yet, but he will soon.

"Let's sneak in and take a look before Kurt arrives." Owen exhaled softly and covered his head with a hood.

Although Kurt's investigation mission was completed very well, Owen would not completely believe everything reported by the other party. Once the members of the Death Club who were stalking the bookstore were actually setting him up, or those people noticed Kurt sneaking into the bar but did nothing, then what would greet Owen next would be a terrible trap.

But he had to go into the underground stronghold of the bar to take a look, because this was the best chance to find the deeply hidden president of the Death Expulsion Society.

If the Exorcism Club can find the new key tonight, in order to avoid unexpected situations like being kidnapped by Owen last time, they will most likely choose to send the key directly to the president. As long as he could see this scene with his own eyes, Owen would be confident that he could use his newly acquired phantom tracking technique to directly track the location of the president of the Death Society.

In order to solve the problem of the Expulsion Society as soon as possible, Owen was willing to take risks. Obviously, it was much safer to sneak in before Kurt. I have to say that the time converter is very useful in this regard.

After whispering some instructions to Nyx, Owen asked him to find a place to hide, and then slipped into the alley next to the bar alone.

This place is very remote, but there are messy footprints all over the ground. If any attentive Muggle happens to pass by here, he will be extremely surprised, because the large and small footprints on the snow, whether they are outward or inward, all stop suddenly after reaching a certain place, appear out of thin air and appear again. Disappear into thin air.

Owen chose a corner sheltered from the wind, recited a magic spell to himself and waited silently, shaking off the snowflakes on his head and shoulders from time to time.

Only a few minutes passed before a crisp explosion came from the side. Several figures appeared out of thin air in the alley, and then hurriedly walked toward the street outside, their movements silent and orderly.

Owen just stood there quietly, watching their backs disappear around the corner. After waiting for a while, he finally saw two people walking in from outside the alley, raising their wands and about to apparate in front of him.

Owen waved his wand suddenly, and a silent stun spell hit the nearest little wizard directly. The witch next to her reacted very quickly and turned around, but before she could turn her wand to aim at Owen, she was hit by another beam of red light that followed, and fell to the ground without saying a word.

Owen looked down at the two of them, then quickly approached the little wizard and pulled off a few short, curly brown hairs from the other person's head.

Next, he awakened the little wizard, first controlled him with the Imperius Curse, and then recited a Legilimency spell.

"Well, he seems to be a cheerful and talkative person..." Owen muttered in his mind. Although the Exodus has methods for members to keep secrets about the organization, other information is not protected.

"Everything is forgotten!"

Owen withdrew his wand and stepped back slowly.

The two people who fell on the ground stood up in a daze, with expressions of indifference on their faces, and they waved their wands and disappeared into the air with a "pop" sound.

Owen threw the wizard's hair into the polyjuice bottle, pinched his nose and took a sip, breathing heavily in discomfort. His body shape and appearance squirmed and transformed into the image of a slightly fat little middle-aged wizard.

After putting the remaining Polyjuice Potion into his pocket, he removed the Disillusionment Charm, waved his wand to clean up any suspicious traces on the snow, and then strode out of the alley and stepped into the Hound Pub.

It was extremely warm inside the bar, and there was a strong smell of alcohol in the air. Some Muggles in strange clothes were chatting and laughing loudly, and there were also customers who were drinking silently and exchanging glances with the store clerk in tacit understanding from time to time.

Owen lowered the hood on his head, walked straight to the bar, slightly raised his left hand and made a concealed gesture to the clerk. This was thanks to Kurt's detailed description of his experiences and findings in the letter, which saved him a lot of trouble.

The clerk behind the bar just glanced at him, nodded imperceptibly, and continued playing with the wine glass in his hand. Owen walked lightly into the back kitchen and passed between a long row of wine racks.

Sitting next to the door at the end of the wine rack was a middle-aged wizard in green robes. He turned his head to look at him gloomily, his eyes sharp and impatient.

"Take off your hood." He frowned and said coldly, holding the wand in his right hand and fiddling with a delicate round instrument in his left hand.

Owen blinked, this was different from what Kurt said. According to what Kurt said in the letter, the person in front of him should be a perfunctory guy...

He lifted the hood on his head and revealed his face to the man in front of him. His eyes seemed to glance at the round instrument on the man's left hand unintentionally, and he raised his eyebrows subtly.

He stared into the man's eyes, twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, and teased with a smile: "You are still so cautious."

The middle-aged wizard looked at Owen, his brows furrowed even more, and his expression became cautious and stern: "Meier? Didn't you just leave?"

"Ah, I left something down there..." Owen put on a slightly embarrassed but confident look, his eyes wandered for a moment, and then he continued to stare into the other person's eyes.

Through the recent rapid advancement of Legilimency, he can almost discern the real-time thoughts in the other person's mind, and can see the suspicion and vigilance in the man's heart.

The bartender was standing at the door of the kitchen, looking in. Owen had no doubt that once he was exposed, he would be attacked mercilessly by a group of people. "What did you miss?" the wizard asked inhumanely, quickly glancing at the instrument in his left hand, and the expression on his face relaxed slightly.

"Oh, why are you so rigid?" Irving asked nonchalantly, analyzing a lot of information from the thoughts that flashed through the other person's eyes.

"This is my duty." The wizard said with a straight face, looking at him with disapproval. It can be seen that the two of them are actually familiar with each other.

"Doesn't having it prove that I'm okay?"

Owen skillfully put his arm around the man's shoulder, and took advantage of the man's unprepared moment to easily snatch the round instrument from the other man's hand. He turned his right hand, and a slender awl appeared out of thin air in his hand. Then he closed his hands, and the sharp and slender awl penetrated into the round instrument with a "click" sound.

Perhaps Owen's expression was too relaxed and gentle, the movement of taking the instrument from his hand was too natural and smooth, and the movement of destroying the instrument with a pointed awl was too smooth. The middle-aged wizard was stunned for a moment and failed to respond immediately. Reacting, Irving watched helplessly as he scrapped the precise circular instrument in two or two blows.

Relying on their own bodies as a shield, the bartenders who poked their heads outside the door couldn't see anything clearly.

The middle-aged wizard's eyes turned cold. Just as he was about to raise the wand in his hand, Owen had already pointed the wand hidden under his robe at the other party and silently released a confusion spell.

The wizard's eyes instantly became confused.

"Nothing happened just now." Owen whispered to him in a voice that was as light and erratic as a whisper.

"Yes," the wizard said dully.

Owen straightened up, put the scrapped round instrument into the opponent's hand again, and continued in a persuasive tone: "Everyone who comes in and out here tonight has no problem, right?"

"Yes." The wizard nodded and put the instrument in his pocket.

Owen raised the corners of his mouth slightly, moved his steps and turned sideways, no longer blocking the view of the clerks behind him, and complained softly: "Oh, who told me to throw the key on the ground?"

"Go in." The man said hoarsely. His eyes became clear again, but his expression was a little more sleepy.

Owen smiled and nodded, and Shi Shiran walked in the door. The middle-aged wizard sat back on his chair tiredly and impatiently, and the store clerks who were observing the situation also retracted their heads.

Owen walked along the downward stairs underground. The air with a faint burnt smell was damp, cold and dull. He pursed his lips slightly and muttered in his mind: "It seems that what Kurt saw and heard cannot be taken completely seriously."

"Hostile detector, one of the research results of the Death Expulsion Society, can be used to detect hostile creatures and sound an alarm." This is the information about the circular instrument that Owen got from the wizard just now. Although his Legilimency is not very precise, the general meaning can still be deciphered.

"But a sufficiently proficient Occlumency is its nemesis." Owen twitched the corner of his mouth. He happens to be very good at Occlumency, and is used to maintaining a state of Occlumency at all times.

"Tsk, if I hadn't sneaked in to take a look in advance, Kurt would definitely not have been able to pass this level." He smacked his lips, showing an interested look, "But it's precisely because of what I did that I let him Kurt's infiltration operation soon became easy and smooth..."

"People can't use time turners to change the past, they are just completing a period of history." The smile on Owen's face deepened, "It's really interesting."

"Then the next level may not be that simple..." he thought with some anticipation.

Owen walked slowly through the long underground passage and soon saw the gatekeeper described in Kurt's letter. Two tall men stood at the end of the passage with their heads high and their chests held high, staring straight at the people walking towards them with straight faces.

Owen glanced at them expressionlessly, but his attention was focused on the door behind them, where a tetrahedron instrument with an eye pattern was embedded.

He happens to know about this gadget - the invisible detector, which is designed to see through invisible things.

In this case, the two gatekeepers are responsible for confirming the identity of the visitor, using tokens and secret codes to prevent infiltrators from pretending to be one of their own, and the confidentiality measures of the Exorcism Society can ensure that each person's exclusive secret code will not be leaked to outsiders...

"It's really strict." Owen couldn't help but admired in his heart. This organization really takes secrecy to the extreme, so it’s no wonder that few people know the name of the Death Society.

"Then, if we can subdue these two guys in an instant..." He raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

"No, if it were me, since the protection measures have gone to this stage, I wouldn't leave such an obvious loophole." Owen continued to approach the gatekeeper at a slow pace, his brain running rapidly.

"If it were me... I would place another magic detector around!" Owen said with a determined expression.

Magic detectors are a type of tool used to detect magic, and are not uncommon. Once someone uses magic or potion near the magic detector, causing a certain degree of magic fluctuation, the alarm will be triggered.

"If there is a magic detector around, it can ensure that the gatekeeper will not be knocked down or controlled silently. In this case, this security measure is perfect." Owen looked around covertly, and as expected, there was no Finding traces of the magic detector, "I will place it inside the door to prevent it from being damaged by unwelcome visitors..."

His steps paused, and he stopped calmly in front of the two gatekeepers. He put his palms into his pockets as if he were looking for a token, and secretly tugged on a string in his robe.

The big rat that he had prepared as bait slipped from under his robe and fell to the ground, screaming and scurrying around under the three people's feet.

Owen pretended to be frightened and jumped up suddenly. When the other two people looked down at the mouse, he turned over his hands and took out two black flashlight-like things, and stabbed them hard in one hand. On both of them.

The two gatekeepers twitched violently and fell straight to the ground without saying a word, losing all consciousness.

"Fortunately, I was prepared." Owen smiled slyly and quickly put the electric baton back into his pocket.

"So, the arrogance of wizards always makes them unconsciously ignore the power controlled by Muggles, and the same goes for wizards' creations." There was a mischievous pride on his face. In order to deal with situations where magic cannot be used, he has not only prepared electric shock devices.

Although wizards are much more resistant to electric shock than Muggles, they can still be stunned instantly as long as the voltage is high enough. Owen once specifically tested the wizard's endurance and made targeted modifications to the electric baton on his hand.

He quickly took out the sharp awl from before, inserted it from the side into the invisible detector on the door, and stirred it around. The internal structure was destroyed with a "click", but it still looked intact from the outside. of.

Next, he opened the door and walked into the square room inside. He quickly searched around while no one was around. Sure enough, he found two polyhedral-shaped magic detectors in several hidden corners, and an unknown one. Weird instrument with a purpose.

After destroying them one by one, Owen quickly returned to the passage behind the door, waved his wand to wake up the two gatekeepers, healed their injuries thoughtfully, and then erased their memories.

After doing all this in a short time, he breathed a sigh of relief, returned to the square room, and closed the door.

After skillfully reading the three-piece night tour to himself, Owen started wandering around the underground stronghold. (End of chapter)