A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 30 Ghost Gathering

On Sunday morning, not many people came to the auditorium for breakfast early in the morning.The owls were still industriously passing through the open windows, delivering letters to everyone.

Owen unpacked the package sent back from home, and first took out the letter stuffed in the package and read it.

The letter from Mr. Albert Shafik reads:

"Owen, the salted grass seeds you want and the salty agent produced by them are all in the package. If it is not enough, please contact Uncle Mike directly, and he will send it to you. Also, in the future, you don't have to worry about such small things. Find me, write to Mike directly, as long as it is not those very rare herbs, he can bring you."

"I hope you can learn more about Potions from Severus. As long as you take the initiative, you can always find a lot of private goods from him. You can practice Potions freely. There are plenty of herbs. I asked Mike not to provide you with finished potions, of course, if you can persuade him, I have no objection..."

Seeing this, Owen pouted.Mike is an old subordinate of the Shafik family. He is in charge of running the largest potion shop in the family—Miracle Potion Shop.

He continued to read the letter: "...As for Occlumency, it makes sense that it is listed as a forbidden technique. I am afraid that you will practice blindly and make yourself an idiot. I don't think you need to learn Occlumency at your age, even if Your theoretical knowledge is quite solid... I sent you a complete book of spells, some of the small spells on it are very interesting, I believe you will like it..."

After quickly browsing through the contents, Owen took out an old spell book with a black cover in the package, and flipped through the contents.It contains some daily functional spells, jinxes and poison spells for stabbing people, and a few small black magic spells at the end, of course they are the simplest and relatively harmless ones, and their effects are the same as those of the previous ones. Some poisonous spells are about the same.

The book is good in every way, except it's not the one Owen needs.

Owen stuffed the spell book into his schoolbag, and couldn't help rubbing the center of his brows.His father who is always in a superimposed state of being reliable and unreliable is really nerve-wracking...

"Since we can't get the idea of ​​collecting books at home, we can only find a time to sneak into the restricted book area." He finished his last mouthful of porridge, and from the noisy discussions at the long Gryffindor table, he pointedly distinguished The news of the truth fax machine came out.

Last night, the fax machine that Owen had been looking for for a long time did not appear in the main castle, but was found in a boy's bathroom in Gryffindor Tower. A boy who had confirmed the authenticity of the fax machine was talking vividly about what happened last night. experience.

"I asked it why Professor Snape didn't wash his hair," the boy said with a grin, "and guess what?"

"What's the matter?" A low and indifferent voice rang in his ears, and Snape stood behind him silently like a ghost, his greasy black hair hanging down his sallow cheeks.The boy was so frightened that he couldn't catch his breath, and threw his head into the bowl of porridge in front of him.

Under the invisible but condensed and suppressed aura, the Gryffindor students were trembling. Even Owen, who was watching from a distance, felt that an overwhelming black air was about to emerge from behind Professor Snape.

"Twenty points deducted from Gryffindor for disrespecting the professor." Snape stared at the other party condescendingly, then scanned the surroundings with empty and cold eyes.The lively atmosphere in the auditorium instantly dropped to freezing point, and even the sound of people's breathing disappeared.

Until the end, Owen and a group of young wizards failed to get the answer to this question.The boy was led away by Professor Snape with his back tie. His shivering and pitiful appearance looked like a chicken waiting to be slaughtered.

"He will be silenced, he will be..." Blaise looked at the man as if he saw a real warrior.

Harry watched the scene absent-mindedly, but he was thinking of who was most likely to tamper with the Sorting Hat... If that person was at Hogwarts, the biggest suspect seemed to be Professor Snape?

But it doesn't make sense. Although the dean treats everyone with a lukewarm look, he has high hopes for him... But the dean's expression of disgust when he looked at him seemed real...

After listening to the news he needed, Owen walked out of the auditorium carrying the seeds in the package, which he promised to Mr. Filch.Although he knew that Filch would be difficult to use after he learned that the fax machine appeared during the curfew, but Owen had no intention of breaking his promise.

In the past few days, Mr. Filch has been very proud of himself, and even Mrs. Norris's attitude when patrolling the corridor is much more arrogant.Probably because these days they waited for a while to catch a lot of Hufflepuff students and sent them to confinement one by one, which was nothing more than a comfortable thing for Mr. Castle Warden.

After Owen handed over the things to the other party, he "inadvertently" mentioned that many students of Gryffindor College also followed Hufflepuff to go out for night tours, and then he found an empty classroom and sat down, carefully choosing his words. He wrote three letters in a row and read a unique spell on them.

"Well, if you want to send a letter to a ghost, you can almost use this spell." Owen read the letter again, then carefully folded them, sealed them in a black hard envelope, and went to the owl shack to post the letter out.

In the following time, Owen was immersed in the space facing the wall, practicing spells and transfiguration, quietly waiting for the arrival of night.

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Before nine o'clock in the evening, Owen put on a warm black cloak with silver buttons and came to the classroom on the far right side of the basement floor of the castle.

This place is darker and colder than the deeper underground, the air seems to be filled with cold lake water, and even the candle flames on both sides of the corridor are glowing with eerie blue.

As Owen gradually approached his destination, his exhaled breath had condensed into white water vapor in the air, as if he had entered a refrigerator.

One after another, silver-white ghosts flew past him one after another, some of them would look at him curiously, while others were not interested.When Owen came to the door of the dungeon, he saw Lady Gray in a gorgeous gown floating there waiting for him.

"Good evening, Ms. Gray, I hope I'm not late," Owen said politely.

"Just right." Ms. Gray nodded reservedly, and gestured to him for the closed classroom door.

"It's locked." Owen watched the ghosts pass through the wall one by one. He drew out his wand and said "Alahoh hole is open".The door lock opened with a "click", and Owen pushed the door open. Dozens of silver-white heads in the classroom looked over in unison.

"This is the meeting place for ghosts, lost little one," said the fat Hufflepuff monk in a lively tone.

"Good evening, fat monk. I think, maybe there is one more living person in tonight's party?" Owen made a "please" gesture to Ms. Gray beside him, and then followed her into the door.

(End of this chapter)