A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 35 Training
The mantra fax machine, it does not know the truth, but it can transmit the answer in other people's mind to another person.

It never lies, but the person who knows the answer may not think of the correct answer at the first time, or the answer that person knows is wrong, so it can lie passively.

For example, the special power on Harry, Dumbledore will obviously answer that it is "love", which comes from his mother's sacrifice spell.But the first thing Owen thought of was the halo of the protagonist. Having watched the plot from the perspective of God, he certainly knows how many deadly things Harry has done. If it weren't for the protagonist, he would have died in waves!
You know, the sacrifice curse can only protect Harry from being killed by Voldemort himself, and at most adds an effect that he will not be found by the enemy when he is around his blood relatives.If it could protect Harry from anyone's harm, then Dumbledore wouldn't have to plan everything so carefully, and directly lead the savior into the Death Eaters' stronghold to open Wushuang.

But here comes the question, why does the truth fax machine transmit the thoughts in Owen's mind instead of Dumbledore's?It stands to reason that Dumbledore's answer is the closest to the truth!

This is also Owen's doubts at this time.

"Is it because Dumbledore is too powerful and the fax machine retreated? Or..." Owen closed his eyes in thought, then opened them suddenly, a ray of light flashed in the dark eyes, "Occlumency! "

"If it really presents the thoughts in other people's minds, then Occlumency may be useful to it!" Owen could not help but tighten his little quilt.

He studied Occlumency for a week, and found that he has a good talent in this area, and the practice is progressing smoothly so far.If you want to get to the point where you can hide from Dumbledore and Voldemort...it will probably take a few more years of practice.

"I don't know how far it takes to hide from the fax machine, and there is no way to prove it." Owen squinted his eyes, and suddenly thought of the key point, "Wait, can the space facing the wall block this kind of prying?"

Whenever Owen enters the wall-facing space, his external body is in an unconscious state. In this case, it is as if he has locked his mind in a closed space, which is similar to Occlumency.

Owen will not forget that before he called this white space the wall-facing space, its name was actually the thinking space!

"The question now is whether the barrier of the wall-facing space can block the detection of the fax machine... But this is also impossible to prove, and it can only be treated as a dead horse."

"In this way, during the two hours when the fax machine appears every night, I can stay in the space facing the wall and wait for the ghost's news. In fact, I used to pass the time like this before, but I would also come out to sleep for a while."

"I just hope that the fax machine can find and transmit the answers in other people's minds in real time, instead of collecting and storing all the information in other people's minds earlier... The probability of this should not be high, otherwise this function is too bad gone."

Thinking of this, Owen's dignified expression turned lazy again.Now that he has thought of a method that is probable and feasible, he can just do it, even if it is still useless in the end, but at least he is doing his best to obey the destiny.

Anyway, his mentality has always been very good. There are always more solutions than difficulties. At worst, everything will collapse and rebuild. It's not a big problem, and he doesn't even need to think about it.

"Hey, actually, I don't need to worry too much. After all, the fax machine only gives one answer to one person a year. So, even if people like Voldemort or Dumbledore find it, they can get answers to one or two questions at most... and I still know a lot, and there are many things I don’t know, not to mention some questions that don’t have answers.”

Owen lay down on the bed with his hands on the back of his head relaxed, and yawned big, only then did he hear Harry calling himself, but he was distracted and didn't hear it just now.

"Owen? Do you know what that means?" Harry asked expectantly.

Owen said lazily: "I don't know, but I think... the protagonist, maybe the protagonist in a fairy tale, a novel, or an opera?"

"Harry, you might be the protagonist of a certain story from the fax machine. The child of destiny who is destined to save the world is like King Arthur who pulled out the sword in the stone, and he will also get someone like Merlin Guided and assisted by legendary figures, and finally reached the pinnacle of life..." Owen's tone was joking.

"What the hell have you been thinking about all day..." Harry said wordlessly, "I'm pretty sure I was tricked by that goddamn fax machine, and Draco and I are going to be in detention for that! If I What is the protagonist, the story will definitely not develop like this, right?"

"That's not sure, maybe it's the protagonist of the story of the abuser?" Owen shook his head in a wicked tone, and said in a pitiful tone, "This kind of protagonist is destined to have a miserable life, constantly losing everything, and there is a high probability that the ending will be sacrificed." sky……"

"Come on, if I were this kind of character, you might be the first one to offer sacrifices to heaven." Harry said angrily, "The protagonist or something, it sounds like a lie."

"Not necessarily. Everyone is the protagonist in their own life. Everyone's life is a poem that may be brilliant or long and monotonous." Owen said softly, his voice interacting with the quiet and undulating lake outside the window. Responding, like a light song coming from the depths of the black lake.

"Great. All I know now is that I'd be a fool if I went looking for that fax machine again!" Harry threw his wand carelessly on the table.

"A wise choice." Owen closed his eyes and said sleepily.

……

Time passed slowly and steadily, and in a blink of an eye, it was already the next week.

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Professor Quirrell was still stuttering from the textbook, and the smell of garlic in the classroom became stronger.Owen was sitting in the back row with his eyes closed, pondering over several difficulties encountered in the process of learning Occlumency.

Quirrell's Defense Against the Dark Arts course did not involve the study of any spells at all, and the students spent most of their time in boredom, listening to each other recite the method of expelling dark creatures from the textbook.A small part of the time is used by the students to make fun of Quirrell, and then everyone cheers up to appreciate the appearance of the other party who is speechless when asked, and still pretends to be dumb. This is one of the few interesting things in this class. .

"I said, Owen, aren't you very good at discovering the strengths of professors and getting the appreciation of every professor?" Blaise poked Owen's arm with his elbow, "Why don't you stand up in front of Professor Quirrell?" Have you used it? Sure enough, even you can't find any shining points on him, right?"

"Well, at least he seems quite accommodating, allowing us to be distracted and noisy in his class." Owen didn't even open his eyes.

"Come on, he just can't control us." Blaise shrugged, "Look, even you hate him, so what a failure he is."

"As if I like everyone..." Owen glanced at him.

"Can you still find someone you hate at Hogwarts?" Daphne interjected with a smile, with a sarcastic look, "You can even talk to Filch, and you can even get close to his cat ..."

"I just like to think about things from a different angle." Owen's mouth curled up slightly, and he said in a lively tone, "I have always been good at distinguishing between friends and foes, and even better at turning enemies into friends."

After talking to the two of them a few words, he entered the space facing the wall, where he practiced Occlumency in a brutal manner.

If you want to train step by step, it will take Owen several years to barely pass, so he chose the most brutal method, tossing his brain in the space facing the wall.

After careful enough testing, Owen confirmed that all the damage he suffered in the wall-facing space would not be brought to the outside world, whether it was physically or mentally.As for the soul, he still can't touch that level. There are not many spells that can affect the soul, and they are extremely profound.

Even if he blows his head off in the space facing the wall and turns himself into an idiot, he will just return to his body in an instant. In essence, he will not suffer any harm, only mentally more tired.

In fact, even the fatigue caused by his practice of spells in the wall-facing space will not be brought outside. Before Owen felt tired after returning, it was because he stayed in the wall-facing space for a long time.

Staying in the wall-facing space requires mental strength, which is something Owen has finally confirmed these days.In exchange, all his states in the wall-facing space, whether positive or negative, have nothing to do with his own body.

At this moment, Owen was violently using Occlumency to stir up his memories, trying to forcibly shape them into various shapes according to his own wishes.Doing this can be very effective in accumulating experience, but the price is the tingling of the brain as if being churned into a paste, the trance in the depths of thinking, and a terrible sense of lack... If it is not in the wall-facing space, it will definitely become idiot!
It stands to reason that the learning of Occlumency needs to be done step by step, and it is a gentle and steady process.By eliminating one's own emotions, closing one's heart, controlling one's thoughts, and showing a false self to the outside world, a wizard gradually builds up a defense barrier for the brain to face the outside world in the process.

After practicing to a high level, this kind of barrier can be manipulated arbitrarily, and a complex maze can be constructed to protect one's thoughts and memories, and exclude all intrusions from the outside world.Even true masters can construct false emotions, memories, and thoughts to show outsiders, just like autonomous schizophrenia, but completely under their own control.

Therefore, Occlumency can not only be used against Legilimency, it can completely disable memory-related magic such as the Oblivion Curse, making it impossible for the Oblivion Curse to penetrate the defense barrier of the brain, or just make it clear false memories .

Owen messed around in his brain for a long time before he opened his dazed and lifeless eyes, and returned to his body in an instant, refreshed his state.

He shook his head to drive away his mental exhaustion, and then wrote down new insights in his notebook.

After writing down his gains, Owen tapped his quill on the notebook, and wrote:

"Although this rough practice method has made my Occlumency level improve by leaps and bounds, it is still not enough to deal with the current predicament. Perhaps, according to the characteristics of being able to copy myself in the wall-facing space, I can transfer key memories to the copy body, let it reside in the wall-facing space..."

"If the wall space is my thinking space, then it should be equivalent to a memory safe house. But the safety of this behavior is unknown and needs to be used with caution."

"The current response methods are sufficient, and there is no need to rush forward."

After writing this, Owen stopped writing, and the bell for the end of get out of class had just rang outside.

(End of this chapter)