A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 62

Whether it is day or night, the light green lights in the Slytherin common room are always on, and the fire in the fireplace is burning brightly, baking the lounge at the bottom of the lake to be warm and dry.The lake outside the window is extremely quiet, and from time to time, huge monsters with strange shapes will pass by leisurely, adding a touch of mystery to this place.

Owen put down the spell book in his hand. During this time, he had already learned the entire seventh grade theory of spells, but he lacked practice.

Having nothing to do, he brushed the hair on Melet's back lightly with his fingers, and watched her body and ears tremble from being scratched with a smirk, and was almost scratched by the annoyed kitten lizi .

"Owen, it's time for solitary confinement..." Harry waved his hand like he was chasing flies away, chasing away Draco who was circling annoyingly around him, and then called out to him feebly.

"Okay." Owen stuffed Melet, who was unwilling to come down, into his pocket.

The two of them came to Professor Snape's office together. It was a dim room, and the lights made the place very green. On the shelves were bottles of colorful potions, weird specimens of animals and plants, and various All kinds of medicinal materials are in line with Snape's impression.They need to deal with some troublesome potion ingredients here tonight.

"You might as well slow down and clean up, so as not to damage my medicinal materials clumsily. Don't worry about exceeding the time limit. If you really don't have coordination with your hands and brains, I don't mind letting you stay here all night, and then put the broken ones away. The medicinal materials are fed to you to eat."

Snape sat behind the desk with a gloomy face and corrected the students' papers. After he did not hesitate to type a "T" on the sheepskin in his hand, he raised his head and said lazily to them. Still the familiar poisonous tongue.

Owen frowned slightly the whole time, meticulously handling those strange-tasting and disgusting-shaped herbs, and the greasy and sticky texture made his expression more and more disgusting.

Snape didn't pay any attention to them either, just finished grading the homework by himself, and then slowly brewed a pot of potion.The blue liquid medicine was slowly swirling in the crucible, and a faint light blue mist rose slowly, coiling in the shape of a double helix above the crucible, exuding a sweet smell.

Owen identified it based on the information he had studied, but he still couldn't recognize the potion. He could only use the potion identification method. From the state of the liquid medicine, the smell and the shape of the smoke, he could tell that it should be a powerful treatment. Potion.As for what kind of injury was being treated, he couldn't tell.

"Tax Inhibitor." Sensing Owen's gaze, Snape introduced in a low tone, "It can be used to treat or suppress most magical injuries, especially the damage caused by black magic."

"I remember I left this potion in your potion shop." He glanced at Owen, and there was not much other expression in his empty eyes.

Owen nodded innocently. He had indeed wandered around the potion shop, but he only knew that the finished Taxes Inhibitor was red, a high-level potion that only a potion master could handle.

"Could it be that Dumbledore has really been tricked? It's a crime." He secretly shook his head.

While handling the potion ingredients on hand, Harry watched Snape's flowing movements, and seemed completely attracted by the mysterious potion science. His bright emerald green eyes were full of curiosity and inquiry.

Snape met his gaze from time to time, and his smooth movements slowed down a bit.

After more than two hours, the two finally finished handling the potion ingredients with their wrists sore, and then Snape mercilessly kicked them out of the office.

"I hope you are not complete and utter idiots, so that you will not make the same mistakes again, such as being caught for a night tour..." Snape warned in his slick tone, and then slammed the door shut.

After walking slowly for a while, Owen and Harry suddenly stopped and looked at each other.

"I'm going to the restricted section of the library," Owen said.

"Ah, just so I wanted to look in that mirror yesterday..." said Harry.

The two waved goodbye, and then went their separate ways, neither heeding Snape's warning.As long as you don't get caught again, it's not a mistake!

Owen read the three-piece night tour to himself, sneaked into the restricted area without any surprises, and copied books about black magic with a quick copy spell while flipping through them.He wanted to find out what kind of black magic the Dark Guardian was.

Unfortunately, after being busy for more than an hour, he couldn't find the relevant description in the book.But what surprised him was that all the black magic books he read seemed to be willing to reveal the true content for him, which meant that he passed the test magic set on these books... being easily recognized by the black magic books, this In Owen's view, it is a bad signal.

Suddenly, Melet kicked him in his pocket and uttered a small cry, waking Owen up.

After hearing Filch's patrolling footsteps, he quickly packed up the books he had turned over, avoided Filch's probing and returned to the dormitory.

Harry hadn't come back yet, Theodore was doing his homework in the lounge, and Draco was the only one in the dormitory. He sat at the round table in the center of the dormitory with a serious face, and stared sullenly at Owen who entered the door with his hands crossed and his chin resting.

"What's your posture?" Owen gave him a funny look, and put his schoolbag on his desk. "Should I remind you that you can't imitate the aura of the dean, but you are a little cute."

Draco's expression collapsed in an instant, he raised his sharp chin with a stinky face, looked at him with disgust and said, "So, why do you still get along with Harry indifferently? What about your pride? "

"Then do you think we should go with you to trouble him?" Owen lightly poured a bowl of milk for Melet, watching her lick it slowly with a smile.

"He deserves to be taught a lesson," Draco said sarcastically, "or is it because your parents told you that you'd better get along with Harry Potter that you let go of your pure-blood nobility?"

"Draco, did you become friends with Harry because of your father's request? Just as an investment in his future?" Owen just asked casually, "If this is the case, since the three views are not compatible, You can stay away from him, otherwise, even if you barely make friends, it will be difficult to obtain the benefits you want."

"That's not what I'm talking about!" Draco jumped up angrily.

Owen stared deeply into his eyes, and suddenly chuckled: "I understand, you still really want to make friends." No matter how thoughtful a child is at this age, his mind is still more pure after all.

"No!" Draco snapped back, glaring at him with gray eyes.

"Well, since you really want to make friends, you have to adapt and compromise with each other, and seek mutual agreement in the conflict." Owen nodded casually, "For example, you have to learn to apologize when you make a mistake."

"You mean I made a mistake?" Draco drawled.

"Basically so." Owen squeezed his chin for a while and said, "First of all, I don't think it's a decent thing for you to bully your classmates in flight class, Draco. Anyway, Longbottom also came from the same The ancient family should have the most basic courtesy and respect for him, isn't it?"

"I didn't bully Longbottom, I just looked down on him." Draco rolled his gray eyes, "If he wasn't so stupid, I might still be in the mood to beat him up, that's called bullying."

"Even if you don't think so, in the eyes of others, laughing at and hiding other people's things is itself a kind of bullying." Owen shook his head, "Targeting the weak is bullying. Targeting the strong is courageous challenge."

"That's stupid." Draco pouted contemptuously, but his expression was thoughtful.

The hero sees the same thing... Owen raised his eyebrows. This guy is actually very smart, and he deserves to be a real Slytherin.

Draco turned to another topic: "The important thing is not this, but... don't think I don't know, you guys and that little muddy Granger in the library..."

"Tsk, don't say that word." Owen made a "shh" gesture, "It's too rude, only those cursing homeless people would say that."

"About this question... I don't want to say too much." He stroked his hair, showing a decent smile, "But I want to ask you, where does the nobility of a pure-blood family come from? Bloodline?"

"Isn't it?" Draco shook his head proudly.

"Of course not. In fact, if you go back eight or nine generations of our ancestors, there is actually a history of intermarriage with Muggle-born wizards and even Muggles." Owen said lazily, "Don't you know these things? It means it doesn't exist, it's just that your dad didn't tell you."

"The nobility and glory of a pure-blood family has never been due to the bloodlines, but the profound heritage brought by the long-standing inheritance, which is powerful power, power and wealth accumulated from generation to generation. Among them, power and wisdom are the guardians of power and wealth. foundation." Owen stared deeply at the gloomy and reflective lake outside the window, and spoke lightly of the essence of what he saw.

"Unfortunately, nowadays, there are very few pure-blood families who still control these. In this era, anyone can increase their wisdom and gain strength through hard work, and they can also control power and wealth based on this... Our origin is just Let our starting point be a little higher, and there is a possibility of being surpassed at any time."

Draco frowned repellently, wanting to refute, but didn't know where to start.

"If you exclude this sense of superiority, what else can you use to laugh at Hermione Granger?" Owen looked at him with unfathomable eyes, "I think so, if you really feel that your blood If you are more superior, at least you have to surpass her in some aspects. Like charms? Potions? Or memory and magic?"

"Or, your bloodline is not enough to make you smarter, better, and more gifted in magic than her?" Owen looked at Draco with burning eyes until the other's face became ugly.

"If you want to prove the nobility of pure blood, then step on everyone else, this is the most convincing method." He smiled, "Otherwise, if you only pay attention to pure blood without giving it enough connotation... "

"With all due respect, generally speaking, this word is only used in pets."

"This is my point of view. You don't have to agree with it, and I don't mean to persuade you." Owen spread his hands and said indifferently, "We children should not think about such deep things. When we grow up , with flexible standards and lower bounds, you will find that no standard is the most beneficial choice.”

After speaking, Owen took a deep breath and walked towards the bathroom with his nightgown.Why would he have to communicate this kind of problem with a kid?Sure enough, I ate too much today.

Draco watched his back silently, and slowly sat back on the chair, the expression on his face fluctuating.In fact, his heart is not bad, it's just that no one has ever told him "you are wrong" since he was a child.

Nothing happened overnight, and when Owen planned to go to the Room of Requirement for a stroll the next day, he was a little surprised to see such a scene.

"Here you are." Draco threw a bag of candies to Harry, raised his chin, and stared straight at the ceiling, "I won't hold you accountable for what you did to me during the flying lesson that day." gone."

"Huh?" Harry looked at him questioningly, wondering if something was wrong in his head.

"Isn't that enough? I only have one bag of candies left." Draco covered his schoolbag.

"I don't mean that, I just feel that you...have you taken the wrong medicine?" Harry looked at him suspiciously, wondering if he had been replaced by magic.

"Hmph, I'm not such a small-minded person, and that matter is over." Draco said arrogantly, "I advise you not to be ignorant."

Harry choked for a moment, and after a long time he tentatively asked, "What about Hermione?"

"What? You still expect me to be subdued by a mud...a Muggle-born wizard?" Draco's tone became sharper.

"But I think you should apologize to her." Harry said seriously, silently pushing the candy back in his hand.

Draco narrowed his eyes, stared at him for a moment, rolled his eyes, and said in a benevolent tone: "Well, I can barely find time to meet her."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and smiled heartily.

Seeing the gradually harmonious atmosphere between the two, Owen shook his head amusedly, put Melet on his shoulders and walked out of the bedroom.

(End of this chapter)