A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 55 The Problem of Pure Blood Theory
"Why can you fall asleep sitting up, Owen?" Harry seemed to be thinking about a very serious scientific question.

"I'm just having a brainstorming session." Owen gave the standard answer with a smile on his face.

"Isn't this just a dream?" Harry asked suspiciously, looking at Owen in shock.

"You definitely didn't stay here to find out about this matter." Owen yawned, and picked up his suitcase to check it.

"Hmm..." Harry put on a serious expression again, and hesitated for a while before saying, "Owen, do you think pure blood is really that important?"

He was struggling with the lounge password "pure blood".This question has been bothering him for a long time since the last flight lesson incident.

"You shouldn't ask me this question." Owen chuckled nonchalantly, "I come from one of the 28 pure-blood families."

"But you can accept Hermione, and you have a good relationship with those so-called half-blood wizards." Harry said seriously, "I asked a lot of people, but I want to hear your opinion... I think you have always been very knowledgeable."

"Should I be honored by this?" Owen raised his eyebrows, flipped off the cover of the pocket watch in his hand with a "snap", and saw that the pointer pointed to 10:30.

"But I should go out." He closed his suitcase, carefully carried Melet back to the bed, and stood up with the suitcase in his hand.

"I'll go with you." Harry said without hesitation, "You want to find the fax machine, right? I can help you find it... Although I don't understand what you are struggling with, I think the fax machine is A hoax!"

"That's nice." Owen glanced at him.Maybe the luck of the savior can neutralize his own bad luck?No, it could also be the combination of the savior's troublemaker physique and his own unlucky physique, which produced bad consequences.

Owen smiled nonchalantly, then strode out of the dormitory, walked around to the exit of the common room, and went out through the open stone door.

"Since I was caught last time, I haven't come out in the middle of the night." Harry rubbed his hands, his eyes lit up, and his restless heart began to stir. Forced to clean all the toilets on the second floor..." As he spoke, he had a look of unbearable memories of the past.

"Including the girls' bathroom?" Owen squinted, waving his wand and casting the Disillusionment Curse on the two of them.

"Yeah, it's late at night and no one is here." Harry's figure was invisible under the effect of the Disillusionment Charm, only his deep sigh could be heard.

Owen nodded suddenly.It is said that Voldemort was able to find the entrance to the secret room hidden in the girls' bathroom when he was in school. Could it be because he made a mistake and was punished to clean the toilet or something... Otherwise, he sneaked into the girls' bathroom and fumbled around to find it. What a pervert.

Thinking about it this way, it seems to have discovered the truth!
"Owen?" Harry's voice awakened Owen from his thoughts, and he asked stubbornly, "Let's go back to the previous topic, what do you think about the theory of pure blood?"

Owen thought for a while, and said lazily: "Actually, pure blood does not discriminate against half-blood wizards, but only excludes Muggle-born wizards. If I insist, there has been no real pure blood in the wizarding world for a long time. In fact, the family has a history of intermarrying with Muggles in the past, and those families that paranoidly pursue pure blood have long since died out."

"Then why are there still so many people pursuing the theory of pure blood?" Harry's tone was extremely surprised.

"One is because of dissatisfaction. Although wizards have magical magical powers, they are strictly restricted to the small magic world by the "Wizard Secrecy Act". As a result, two generations of Dark Lords were born." Owen said in an unhurried tone, as if he was telling a long-standing story.

"Secondly, we can't let go of the glory of the past. The current situation is that the pure-blood families that have been passed down for a long time are getting more and more declining, and the families that still maintain their superior status and wealth are getting fewer and fewer, and more families are getting mixed up. awful."

"Under such circumstances, some began to change their minds and put down their prejudices to find a way out. Some were immersed in the dreams of the past and used the idea of ​​pure blood to keep themselves superior, just like Muggles who lost Just like the princes and nobles who were born and killed to seize power, they can only paralyze themselves with 'born noble', and I have to say that this is a kind of sadness."

Owen said softly, his clear and soft voice echoed faintly in the dark corridor, like the whisper of a breeze.

Harry grinned in a good mood, and his tone was much more cheerful: "So, you don't support the theory of pure blood."

"This is my judgment based on my own reason and insight." Owen wiped his lips and suddenly smiled playfully, "But in many cases, I don't mind being a pure blood advocate. As long as it is beneficial to me, My bottom line is flexible."

Noticing that Harry had fallen silent, he laughed and said, "Only benefits are eternal. When you stand tall enough, even if you point to my cat and call her a dog, people will happily cater to it."

Harry gave an "ah" half-comprehensively, sounding like a purely retarded person. Owen's point of view was a bit out of line for him.He only noticed what Owen said, "Only interests are eternal", and he shook his head like a rattle and retorted: "There are things in this world that are more important than interests!"

"Tsk tsk." Owen curled his lips with some regret, and twirled his wand casually.It seems that the savior is hard to mislead. He really deserves to be a pure Gryffindor, even if he can read, he is still a reckless man.

"Then do your best." He said casually, planning in his mind to let Harry discover the Sorcerer's Stone earlier, and then send Voldemort back to his hometown as soon as possible.

Voldemort is a prehistoric pit for Owen now, and his Patronus pit is gone in just such a short time, who knows what will happen after a long time.Owen didn't intend to accompany him to amuse him.

The corridor in the middle of the night was very quiet, and the two could not see each other, only the sound of slightly hurried footsteps could be heard.

After finally climbing up to the first floor, Owen walked straight towards the auditorium.As he passed a room somewhere, he heard Harry's footsteps stop.

"What's the matter?" He asked, turning his head to look at the door with a crack in it.

"I don't know, there seems to be something in the room." Harry whispered nervously.When he passed by just now, he felt his eyes were shaken by something in the room, but when he looked closely, he found nothing.

He cautiously approached the room, the carved wooden door opened a thin crack, and the inside of the door was dark, as if something terrifying and dark was hidden, so he couldn't help but squeeze his wand tightly.

"Huh?" Owen strode over, not hiding his voice, and Harry almost jumped up in fright.

"Hush—" Harry inserted his wand into the crack of the door, and slowly pushed the door open.He couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and couldn't help but think of the horror stories about Hogwarts that Draco had told.

The door gradually opened, and the room looked brighter.The icy silver moonlight fell on the small room, illuminating a huge creature covered with white curtains.The wind blew through the open windows, making the curtains and draperies dance gently with it.

"What?" Owen leaned over and looked at the object covered by the curtain. The height reaching the ceiling and the regular rectangular shape gave him the urge to roll his eyes.

Why does this thing look like a mirror?

His eyes flicked over the miscellaneous objects in the room, suspecting that Dumbledore was squatting in that corner, and would jump out of a certain cabinet in the next moment.

Even if you fish, is it really good to do it so obviously?
(End of this chapter)