Chapter 101 Accident

The common room is always a little noisy on holidays, especially when the sun goes up and the little wizards get up from the bed one after another, the room becomes even more noisy.

Owen brought some breakfast back from the auditorium and was sitting in the armchair in front of the fireplace. He held his chin in his hand and watched with a smile as Melete slowly ate the chicken drumsticks.

Under the green light in the lounge, his cheeks looked a bit cold and pale. Together with his exquisite facial features and soft contours, he had a quieter and restrained charm. His soft black short hair reflected the

The lights, the deep and dark eyes reflecting the firelight, and the smile that always hangs on the corners of the mouth, always seem to have a touch of teasing.

"Good morning, I knew you would bring breakfast." Draco wandered out of the dormitory, grabbed a sandwich and pumpkin juice on the table in front of Owen, sat down and stuffed it into his mouth.

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Owen divided some more breakfast for Harry and the others, and then huddled himself in the armchair, enjoying the rare free time. His biggest hidden danger had been removed, and he could finally take a good vacation for himself.

"Owen, are you sick?" Harry looked at Owen's pale face with concern, feeling that he was a little sick today. "Your face doesn't look good. Do you want to go to the campus hospital?"

Draco also glanced at Owen after hearing this, his gray eyes looking dull and dazed as if he hadn't woken up yet: "Looking at it like this, it really looks like he's about to die."

"If you can speak, just say more." Owen glanced at him with a smile and said slowly, "Or are you about to die too?" Although his face became a little paler, it was no more than Draco's.

It's just about the same level, and it doesn't look like he's about to die.

"Oh, it costs money to listen to what I say." Draco drank a whole glass of pumpkin juice in one gulp and said proudly.

"Owen?" Harry still felt uneasy.

Facing the complicated and envious looks of his friends, Harry coughed lightly and said, "I will teach the magic I have learned to everyone in the study group. Dumbledore agreed."

"This should be the spider that bit him, Madam Pomfrey." Owen showed the spider to her.

"I want to join!" Blaise raised his hands with bright eyes. He was not interested in learning, but he was interested in Dumbledore's magic. No one in this world can refuse Dumbledore's magic knowledge, especially the pursuit of power.

And honorary Slytherin.

Finally, he found the culprit, an inconspicuous black spider the size of a coin.

"A poisonous black spider from Australia, a very dangerous magical creature...poor child." Madam Pomfrey nodded hurriedly, then dragged Harry into the treatment room and slammed the door.

It wasn't until nightfall that Owen left the Room of Requirement, read to himself the three-piece set for night travel, and then returned to the lounge.

"What happened?" Draco asked curiously.

"I'm fine, and I feel fine." Owen stroked Melet's head again and again, squinting his eyes happily and shrinking into the chair again.

"Oh, just a little bit closer!" Draco slapped his head in annoyance. He stared at Owen with burning eyes, feeling that he was really just a little bit close to winning this round. His hand had never felt so good before.

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The common room was much empty, and several young wizards were yawning feebly. Harry was playing wizard chess with Blaise. The two were equally matched, and the chess pieces on the chessboard were shouting and playing fiercely. Daphne and Pansy were playing.

They gathered together and whispered, looking at their positions and laughing from time to time.

Hmm, yes, I will indeed lose very quickly that way. Harry said in his heart, and then picked up the water glass on the side and took a sip of water.

Harry nodded solemnly, and then directed his chess pieces to move to another direction. With Draco's help in eliminating several wrong answers, he quickly won the chess game.

The group of people waited outside the door for a long time before Madam Pomfrey slowly walked out, wiping her eyes sadly.

Owen glanced at him with a half-smile, squinting his eyes and saying nothing. Black magic is destined to be evil and powerful, and it has already affected his life. It is the path he is destined to take.

He won...but he just played randomly.

It's not a formal organization anyway, just do whatever you want.

Harry felt so ashamed that he wanted to hide under the table, leave Hogwarts overnight, and kill Blaise along the way.

"Well, I hope I can use something simpler..." Owen held the kitten Nizi, who was contentedly washing his face after eating and drinking, in his arms and thought casually. You know, seniors

The course will involve some white magic, although it is simple.

Her question received no response, but the expressions of the young wizards became heavy. No one could rule out that this was a murder. After all, the victim was Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. Maybe someone secretly worshiped the Dark Lord.

Maybe some people secretly hate him.

Owen laughed and then asked, "How did you get that on you yesterday?"

"So it shouldn't be a curse or black magic." Owen thought the most likely scenario was poisoning.

"Send him to the school hospital!" Owen said seriously, waving his wand to make Harry's body float lightly.

"I'm not sure." Owen stared at the spider floating in his palm and said softly, "I have never seen this kind of spider. Although bezoar has detoxification effect, its function is mainly to target toxins that are taken orally.

The effect of the bite will be greatly reduced."

"Let's see..." Owen's eyes flickered, he took out his wand and chanted a healing spell on Harry, but it had no effect. Then he used a detection spell and noticed a slight trace of something on Harry.

The undetectable magic fluctuation may be a protective spell secretly arranged by Dumbledore.

"Wow, Dumbledore's magic! Harry, I love you!" Blaise ran over and hugged Harry and spun him around. The little wizard who was caught off guard was so angry that he hit him on the back of the head.

Harry suddenly shrank his body, stared at the spider, and twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "I don't think it's necessary..." He felt that he was starting to have a psychological shadow on the spider.

"Maybe someone brought it into the school on purpose, right?" Daphne whispered.

"Actually, black magic is a bit interesting..." Draco murmured a few words in a low voice. All pure-blood families are involved in black magic to a greater or lesser extent. Although he has not been exposed to it, young people are always rebellious.

, he always thought black magic was cool.

Owen sat aside in a good mood, glanced at Draco, who was pacing back and forth anxiously while staring at the chessboard, and suddenly became interested: "Draco, how about we play a game?"

Owen has always had the habit of carrying many props on his body, not just magic props, but also emergency items for various unexpected situations.

"Is Harry going to be okay?" Daphne asked with a pale face on the way to the school hospital.

He dug out a bezoar from one of his pockets, pinched Harry's cheeks, opened his tightly closed mouth, and stuffed the bezoar into his throat.

"Okay." Harry took a bite of the pie and began to think about various Muggle first aid knowledge and healing spells.

"What type of magic will Dumbledore teach you?" Owen asked thoughtfully.

Harry was holding back his laughter and suddenly fell down with a "thud", his body twitching painfully, and his face quickly turned pale.

When everyone was hurriedly pulling Harry's body to run out, Owen picked up the water glass Harry drank from, looked at it, pointed at Harry and said "Fly around", making all the objects on the opponent's body fly away.

Came over.

"You can actually play for so long?" Blaise and Harry had already finished the game and were standing aside, Blaise said in bewilderment. Daphne had already seen the clues and glanced at Owen funny, then briefly

He patted Draco's shoulder sympathetically.

Owen gently rubbed the armrests of the chair with his fingers, and slowly narrowed his eyes. A certain Dark Lord should really learn from Dumbledore. This is called teaching students in accordance with their aptitude, forcing people to learn black magic and deceiving children in different ways.

The guy is a scumbag!

"No, if it had been later, he would really be hopeless." Madam Pomfrey comforted her softly, "Fortunately, someone gave him emergency detoxification, which helped us buy some precious time... Bezoar

, Oh, what a smart choice, it is more or less effective against many toxins."

Tonight, we can win! He confidently invited the battle: "One more round!"

"It's just what I can do." Owen shook his head, and then threw the stuffed black spider on the corner of Harry's bed, "This is the spider that bit you, do you want to stay and do it?"

commemorate?"

A group of people made a noise in the school hospital, which made Madam Pomfrey very dissatisfied and angry. But after seeing Harry's condition, she quickly dragged the unconscious little wizard over and gave him some relief.

blood, and then filled bottles with various potions.

Despite the effect of the bezoar, Harry's condition didn't look any better. The tremors that had weakened had become violent and painful again, and an abnormal blush appeared on his pale cheeks.

The symbol of the Aether Society is very simple. An abstract eye pattern represents the pursuit of knowledge. Inside the eye pupil is a cross star pattern, which represents the ultimate pursuit and cornerstone of magic. It may represent the "ether" itself. Three lines of sight emanate from the eye pattern.

General lines represent insight into the past, present and future respectively.

"Oh -" Draco's gray eyes rolled cunningly, and then he responded with a long voice.

"Dark magic is very evil, Draco." Harry said with a serious expression. "The most terrifying thing about it is that it can unknowingly change a wizard's temperament and make you slowly become no longer you. This is Draco."

Bullido warned me."

There were more and more people in the common room until Blaise appeared. Harry jumped up from the chair as if there were springs under his body and rushed over, trying to strangle him. Two people ran from the other side.

On the other side, the figures playing around attracted a lot of attention.

The powerful bonus effect of the Black Devil Guard on black magic has turned into a powerful obstacle at this time, making it difficult to use the trace of positive emotions in the use of magic. After all, he has not completely separated his negative emotions, but

Just make sure it won't spread and grow unchecked.

He began to look forward to the Dark Lord's teachings.

"What are you doing? You're up so late at night!" Filch came out of a corner of the corridor hauntingly. It seemed that wherever the little wizard violated school rules, he would appear like a ghost. However, after seeing

After discovering Harry's situation, he could only let everyone go quietly.

"It's time for the Aether Society to appear." Owen designed a logo for this out-of-nowhere society, printed them on the cloak one by one, and also made several badges and pendants.

"Well, actually Sir, he let me choose by myself, after learning about various types of magic." Harry said a little embarrassedly, "I prefer general types of spells that do not involve the use of emotions. Many white magic also

It’s very fascinating, so Dumbledore planned to teach me a combination of both aspects.”

Harry already knew what happened last night from others. He looked at his friends gratefully and sincerely thanked Owen: "Thank you for saving me, Owen. If it weren't for your feces, I might have died."

Dead."
To be continued...