Chapter 144 If emotions are contagious

A door slowly appeared on the flat outer wall of the Room of Requirement. "Ron" walked out of it with a pale face. After walking slowly along the corridor for a few steps, he suddenly revealed a door to where Owen was hiding.

A mocking smile.

"I didn't expect you to have such a weird hobby, Owen Shafiq." He said lightly.

Owen squinted and walked out from behind the curtain, waving his wand to remove the three-piece suit for his night outing. There was no embarrassment at all about being exposed on his face. He said in the same tone indifferently: "I didn't expect to meet you again here. What a coincidence.

.How did you find me?"

"There are not many people in this world who can hide from me." "Ron" said with a hint.

"Then you are really awesome." Owen praised him without any sincerity.

"Are you curious about me?" "Ron" looked at him with a half-smile.

"Indeed, I'm very confused as to why you can possess another person's body like the Dark Lord." Owen looked at the other person from head to toe without any concealment. "I once came into contact with Ron Weasley.

I'm sure you're not him. But I've only seen such ability in the Dark Lord..."

"Don't tell me that the Dark Lord taught you this kind of magic!" His handsome face twisted slightly, pretending to be jealous but pretending not to care.

"So what?" The smile on "Ron"'s face slowly widened, "You didn't learn this kind of magic from him, right? He only taught it to me. It seems that you are not as good as you want.

It’s so valued.”

Seeing Owen's frightened and gloomy expression, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, he felt that the depression just now had dissipated a lot. Well, he felt comfortable.

Owen acted seriously and almost laughed out loud. Dark Lord, it turns out that you are so childish sometimes, your character is ruined.

"The Dark Lord taught me a lot of magic! Maybe he just thinks you need to... hide your head and show your tail." Owen gritted his teeth and said, "Let me guess who you are? I don't think you are a student of Hogwarts. They

Not at your level... Plus Metis told you before that we haven't seen you for a long time..."

"Are you the new professor? Let me think about it, are you Peter Pettigrew or Gilderoy Lockhart?" He stared at the other person's face and said softly.

"You can guess as you like." "Ron" said lazily, "but it's time for us to say goodbye."

He gave a very strange smile, and then the playful and indifferent look in his eyes disappeared, replaced by confusion and confusion, as if he had just woken up from sleep.

The man now is the real Ron Weasley. He first looked around blankly, then stared blankly at Owen and opened his mouth, his expression becoming panicked. He said in a dry tone: "I just told you

What did you say?"

"I didn't say anything, we just met." Owen asked with a concerned look on his face, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Ron's expression instantly became distorted and frightened. He stumbled back a step, accidentally hit the wall, and then quickly ran to the other side while holding on to the wall.

"Collapse!" A beam of red light hit him, causing him to fall straight to the ground and lose consciousness.

Owen walked quickly to the other party and carefully searched Ron's pockets, but unexpectedly found no trace of the crown.

"I didn't expect that Voldemort could directly leave the body of the person he controlled?" Owen stood up and squinted at the other person. He wanted to recite the Imperius Curse to him and interrogate him about his recent encounters, but the intention of doing so was too much.

Obviously, it is easy to think that Voldemort is eyeing the crown.

Owen thought for a while, pointed his wand at Ron's head, and said "forget everything". He cleared the other person's memory of seeing him tonight.

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly felt a vague prying gaze. As his spiritual power increased, this intuition became more and more acute.

Owen suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of his vision, which was at the corner at the other end of the corridor. It seemed that a head had hurriedly retracted.

"Gathered into one." Owen pointed the outside of the corner with his wand, and the strong gravitational force gathered into one point, sucking in the surrounding curtains and ornaments, and they gathered together into a ball.

There was a sharp exclamation from behind the corner, followed by a loud "pop". By the time Owen rushed over, there was no one behind the corridor.

"Apparate? House Elf... Dobby?" Owen narrowed his eyes, pointed at the mess around him and said "Restore as before". The torn curtain was hung back on the wall.

The broken exquisite ornaments also flew back to their original places, becoming complete and new again.

There were so many things going on recently that he almost forgot about Dobby, the weird house elf. He didn't know why Dobby appeared nearby. Could it be that he was targeting him?

Owen thought about Tom's diary and rolled his eyes slightly. He slowly left the neighborhood until he met a kitten squatting and washing his face in the corridor. It seemed that because of the attack last night, Mai

Professor Ge once again released the cats and cats to patrol the castle. Their excellent perception can not only seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, but also sound alarms in time.

"Oh, you're Penny." Owen smiled broadly as he knelt down and petted the snow-white cat, Nives. With his skillful petting techniques, his little head rose higher and higher, making a purring sound.

He thought about his Melete again, who was getting lazier and lazier. As the weather gradually got colder, Meleta, who had grown up and could no longer stay in Owen's pocket, always liked to stay in the lounge and warm up by the fire.

, the days went by without feeling nervous at all. Fortunately, she has not turned into a fat cat yet.

Owen played with the little guy he met by chance for a while, touching it up and down, and then he took his hand back with satisfaction. But the little kitten Anzi angrily scratched the curtain on the side to tatters with his sharp claws.

It tried its best just now but failed to hold down Owen's hand. Is this guy a cat or a dog? It's not a human anyway.

"Okay, forgive me." Owen turned his hand and conjured up a bag of chicken nuggets and pushed it over. He smiled and watched the cat nugget eating it with relish, and his long tail swung happily. Although it was him.

Dinner for Melete, but it's time for that silly cat to lose weight.

"Ah, Owen, you are here." Harry's voice came as he was going downstairs quickly.

"Have you met Dumbledore?" Owen rubbed the cat's head and stood up slowly.

"Ah, yes, I told him my guess." Harry said with a worried look. He bent down and wanted to touch Neko, but was blocked by the raised paw.

"What's his attitude?" Owen raised his eyebrows curiously.

"Mr. Dumbledore asked me to firm up my thoughts, but I shouldn't just focus on the clues in front of me. I should think more and go deeper..." Harry said, touching his chin, "He said that we are very likely to have to

Find out the secret of Voldemort's immortality."

"I thought of a question. If Ron Weasley's mouse is really Peter Pettigrew, why did he suddenly plan to come back after being a mouse for so many years?" Harry thought about it and suddenly showed a look of confusion.

Looking at the expression of horror, "If Weasley is really controlled by Voldemort, what about Pettigrew?"

"The werewolves that appeared in the school last time came to visit Pettigrew. It's weird that they forgot the date of the full moon night at the same time... But what if the werewolves were released by Pettigrew? What if he was also in Voldemort's life?

Under his control?"

His face turned pale, and he wanted to go back to find Dumbledore. Ever since he entered school, Dumbledore, a wise elder, had been his strongest support and guided him in the direction. He had long regarded him as his

Respected teachers and even kind elders also like to rely on Dumbledore when things happen.

"You can think of things, Dumbledore is well-informed, how could he not think of it." Owen stroked the handrail beside the stairs with one hand and walked downstairs slowly. "He didn't tell you directly, maybe he just hoped that something would happen to you.

Learn to think independently and don’t be reckless or careless.”

"You know, in such a serious and dangerous matter, once you make random guesses or miss important clues, you may endanger your own life and even the lives of more people around you." He said slowly.

Harry looked thoughtful, obviously taking in what Owen said. He frowned again: "But why didn't Dumbledore take action?"

"Think independently." Owen smiled slightly.

"Okay..." Harry was thinking hard until he returned to the common room.

Owen sat back in his armchair. He could probably guess the reason why Dumbledore didn't take action. Although there may be factors that wanted to train Harry, it was probably more like Owen, who couldn't confirm the crown.

location.

As a mature Horcrux, Ravenclaw's Diadem is very good at hiding its traces. If the body of the Horcrux cannot be found, it is useless to rush to alert the snake and it will only make things more complicated.

For the rest of the night, Owen could only spend the time facing the wall. Tonight's battle allowed him to see more of his shortcomings, such as spell-casting without spells, and magic that can move quickly in a duel.

, another example is the area-of-effect magic that restrains this ability... Once you know your own disadvantages, you only need to make up for them in a targeted manner.

He had just entered the wall-facing space, and habitually glanced at the white fog writing floating at one end of the space, and his expression suddenly froze. He saw that the line of words there had been replaced by: [The connection point collection port has been deployed, please be ready for collection.

.]

Owen blinked his eyes, and then walked aside very calmly to read a book. The Yao Mozi incident and other things, you will get used to it after you have experienced it a lot...

The next day, the atmosphere on campus was still restless. Fortunately, there was no attack last night, which made many people relax a little.

After lunch, on the way to the Transfiguration class, Owen met one of the Weasley twins, who was running hurriedly through the corridor. It is rare to see their pranks in the school recently, people are

It is said that the Weasley twins have finally grown up, and even the wrinkles on the face of Mr. Filch, the castle administrator who has been battling wits with the two for many years, seem to have relaxed a lot.

"Hi, are you George?" Owen judged based on his intuition.

"Oh, that's right." George stopped and showed a worried smile, "Is something wrong?"

"Are you alone again?" Owen secretly looked at the other person's expression. His face looked pretty good, but his expression was annoyed.

"Yeah, it's very bizarre, isn't it?" George's expression became even worse, "I feel like I'm going crazy. Who in the right mind would suspect that his twin brother has turned into another person all day long? Ah,

Excuse me, I think I need to find a sedative..."

"By the way, have you found the crown?" Owen asked straight to the point.

"Don't tell me you haven't given up on that thing yet..." George patted his forehead, "Unfortunately, no one knows where it has gone. I even started to want to search other people's dormitories..." He blurted out

Then he suddenly closed his mouth, winked at Owen, then waved his hands and strode away.

"Others... In other words, this guy searched a lot of dormitories?" Owen clicked his tongue and entered the Transfiguration classroom before the bell rang.

Professor McGonagall was already standing on the podium, her hair was tied into a tight bun, her expression was meticulous, and there was a catnive at her feet lazily scratching her chin.

Melete, who was lying on Owen's shoulder, suddenly opened her cat eyes, jumped to her brothers and sisters, and called "meow" several times. Professor McGonagall's cat turned to look at her, and then said arrogantly

He turned his head away, as he didn't want to pay attention to this guy who was fatter than him.

Melete blinked her eyes and opened her mouth slightly, revealing her small white fangs. She jumped out of the classroom and ran wildly in the corridor, sometimes jumping high on the wall, sometimes along the curtain.
To be continued...