A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 45 Progress
The arrival of Melet made Owen's life a lot more colorful. The soft body with the scent of milk always makes people feel happy and forget all pressure.

Owen likes to hug her and curl up in the armchair in front of the fireplace, each with the same lazy expression on their faces, enjoying the warm leisure time together.From time to time, Owen picked up the teacup and took a sip of the high-quality Ceylon black tea, while Melet took a sip of milk with nutrients.

Of course, Owen wasn't just being lazy. Most of his thoughts were still in the space facing the wall. After all, he was now a reserve follower of the Dark Lord.

In the white and bright space, Owen was sitting in front of the desk with a wand in one hand, and a quill on the desk was rapidly writing lines of words in the notebook.

"Well, maybe it's still feasible if we just guide Harry to follow the original trajectory... But now there are fax machines causing trouble, and the butterfly effect I brought, the original book's highly unexpected and very lucky approach I’m afraid it’s not safe.”

"Since Harry can be a Slytherin, why should he be so reckless? If he has any questions, he can go to the professor, and he can definitely send Voldemort back to his hometown easily, but he needs to get me out." Owen thought for a while, "It's not difficult. Dumbledore and the others can use the Imperius Curse to explain it, but be careful not to let Voldemort stare at me..."

"However, I always feel that things will not go so smoothly. Forget it, it's just a matter of improvisation."

Irving is very good at improvisation, but as a magician who always prepares in advance, he doesn't like to let things develop to the point where improvisation is required, because that means accidents.He is used to writing the script in advance, controlling every performance, controlling the psychological changes of the audience, and completing a wonderful and perfect performance.

Owen licked his lips, narrowed his eyes dangerously from time to time, and turned around playfully from time to time. The plan in the notebook gradually took shape while being revised.

"That's it for now."

He stood up and began to practice the spell seriously.

"Armor protection!" An imperceptible wave passed by him, and finally disappeared without a trace.This attempt failed like many previous ones.

"Although I have supplemented theoretical knowledge, it still needs a lot of practice." Owen rubbed his forehead and practiced over and over again.

It wasn't until he felt a little tired that he took out a copy of "Forgetting Curse: 28 Skills You Didn't Know" from the bookshelf at hand, opened the page where the bookmark was, and sat at the desk to read it carefully.

The currently living Rabbit Muse bounced to Owen's hand, and began to hold his fingers and gnaw, her red eyes still looking very unintelligent.

Owen stuffed her with some rabbit snacks copied from outside, then raised his wand and aimed at Muse: "Forget everything!"

Just as the rabbit was about to put the snack into its mouth, it stopped, closed its mouth blankly, and tilted its head.After seeing the snacks in front of him, he opened his mouth anxiously.

"Forget it all!"

The rabbit paused again, shut up, tilted its head, saw the snacks, opened its mouth...

"Forget it all!"

Seeing Muse repeating the previous actions over and over again like a replay, Owen nodded in satisfaction and put away his wand.

After splitting his memory last time, although the feeling of splitting his mind was very uncomfortable, this experience gave Owen a lot of inspiration, allowing him to make breakthroughs in forgetting spells and Occlumency.

The division of memory allowed Owen to truly experience the existence of such a thing as "memory", which allowed him to directly introduce the Forgetting Curse after understanding the relevant theoretical knowledge.Although now he can only be forgotten by people and cannot change other people's memories, this is already a breakthrough from zero to one.

The isolation of memory was a valuable Occlumency experience for Owen.He began to know how to seal his memories and thoughts within a solid barrier.Of course, this is far from enough. At the stage where it can only isolate prying eyes but cannot disguise false memories and thoughts, the Legilimency can confirm in an instant that he is using Occlumency.

"I have made great progress, and I can't force it." Owen's mentality is very stable, and his progress is enough to shock everyone's jaws.

This is also the result he deserves. After all, which wizard in reality dares to treat his own thinking and memory so roughly?Those who dare to do this are either stupid or crazy. Even if they succeed by chance, they will probably leave lifelong sequelae.

In this way, the time came to Thursday leisurely, and the fax machine was not found by Owen's people these days, and Quirrell did not bother him.Owen attends classes leisurely and has a cat.Melet ate well and slept soundly, and her hazel hair became softer and more beautiful, with a luster like silk.

In addition to feeding Melet, Owen also pickled a lot of small dried fish that Melet repelled with a harmless salty agent.Usually when he saw Mrs. Norris in the corridor, Owen would stop and feed her some.After his constant feeding, Mrs. Norris' skinny body became a little more fleshy, and her dull hair became more colorful.

Mrs. Norris's attitude towards Owen is also much better. Sometimes when I see him spilling playing cards or colored paper all over the floor in the corridor, as long as Owen cleans up, it will turn a blind eye , reluctantly not to trouble him.Mr. Filch also seemed to agree that Owen was close to his precious cat, but occasionally stared at Owen's back with his protruding eyes, as if he was afraid that he would poison his cat.

A lot of the herbal medicine promised to Qilo was delivered before, because some rarely used stores were out of stock, and it would take a certain amount of time to collect them, so Owen waited with peace of mind to wait for all of them to be collected before sending them over.He didn't like being in that messy office that smelled of garlic.

By noon on Thursday, most of the little wizards in the first grade became agitated.Since flying lessons are due this afternoon, who wouldn't want to take to the skies on a broomstick?
When the class was about to start, Draco Malfoy showed off loudly: "I have a Comet 260 at home, and Dad never remembers to buy me a Nimbus 2000. I like to fly side by side with the eagle on the broom." , you can reach out and touch its wings..."

"I don't know, Hermione said flying on a broomstick is not an easy thing." Harry was in the library, infected by Hermione's nagging, and was absent-mindedly flipping through a copy of Hermione's hand to him. "The Magical Quidditch Ball", but I couldn't read a single word.

"Granger?" Draco turned his head and glanced at him, his expression mixed with repulsion and disgust, as well as a little puzzled, "Why are you hanging out with her? She is..."

Daphne's voice interrupted him: "It's time for us to go, don't be late."

Draco closed his mouth in dissatisfaction, his gray eyes rolled around, wondering what bad idea he was thinking.

(End of this chapter)