The morning sun has a faint golden color, and the ceiling of the auditorium reflects the cloudless blue sky outside. The weather is starting to get warmer, and the snow outside is gradually melting.

Owls of various colors were biting envelopes or grabbing packages, flying into the auditorium through the open windows and handing things over to their owners, their feathers flying all over the sky.

Draco held up today's "Daily Prophet" and commented slowly:

"The Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge paid a friendly visit to Gringotts? Let me tell you, what does he want? Even if he raised those greedy and cunning goblins as his biological father, they would not give him money..."

"The Department for the Misuse of Magical Items has intercepted a batch of toilets that can turn excrement into delicious food? I don't know, who came up with such a stupid and wonderful idea? I think the Ministry of Magic should award the inventor the best invention.

Invention Award...ha, best of the year!"

"St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Magical Injuries treated a few wizards who had their legs transplanted into their nostrils? How could such a trivial matter be published in the Daily Prophet? Well, if the editors of the newspaper would even dream of telling a cold story

If a joke makes people laugh, they certainly did..."

Owen smiled and listened to Draco's merciless comments, and his mood became much brighter. Harry also temporarily forgot the worries and troubles that were plaguing him, and his face turned red while suppressing laughter.

"Draco, I think you will be the best critic!" Pansy Parkinson praised with a blush. Such a handsome, intelligent and humorous boy is so charming.

"Of course." Draco was praised so much that his tail was raised to the sky, and his chin was raised high.

"I think being a critic is a high-risk profession for you." Blaise poured cold water on him with a playful smile, "You will be beaten to death..."

"I'm not good at it..." Harry was a little discouraged when talking about this matter. Dumbledore was so wise and powerful, but he hadn't even learned the Disillusionment Curse. Probably only a smart person like Owen wouldn't let him down.

Bar.

"To increase the power of the spell, the simplest way to advance is to combine the principle of 'enhancement', such as the advanced armor protection of super armor protection. This is a shortcut, but I think you are not satisfied with this."

Harry jumped up all of a sudden, his expression extremely ugly. Did Voldemort order the basilisk to attack people again?

He clearly had the location of the secret room. If he had not delayed, but had dealt with the basilisk problem early, wouldn't this attack have happened? The surge of guilt made his internal organs seem to be numb.

Tangled together.

The farce finally ended with Nicks being dazed and running to Irving for help with tears in his eyes. With tears in his eyes, Nicks jumped into Irving's pocket, then changed his face instantly and let out a crisp cry.

with a triumphant provocation.

"Lockhart" turned his head and looked over. Owen blinked his left eye meaningfully at him, and then withdrew his gaze.

Are you not even pretending? Owen's eyebrows moved and he said with a calm and natural expression: "Good evening, Mr. Dumbledore."

"Living is a punishment, and only death is eternal relief." Draco said this with a gloomy look.

At this moment, they really wanted to die. Of course, before they died, they had to kill this hateful smelly bird!

"Nyx, I'm going to roast you!" Draco screamed angrily.

These days, he has been trying to track down the traces of Peter Pettigrew. He has asked about the basilisk, persuaded Melete to help him catch mice, and even plans to wait for the weather to get warmer and snakes to wake up from hibernation.

Ask about the snakes inside and outside the castle and in the Forbidden Forest.

After Owen sat down, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said in a steady and gentle voice: "Don't be nervous, I said I will answer your questions, but I don't want you to waste our precious time with some stupid questions.

.I am very optimistic about you, Owen, and I believe you will not let me down."

Most people believe that Peter Pettigrew was petrified on the day he disappeared and was only discovered until now. But many people believe that he discovered the secret of the heir, but accidentally fell into the hands of the heir and was

He was secretly imprisoned, and after finally finding a chance to escape, he was eventually killed by the heir...

"Password." The stone monster at the door said in a low voice.

"But...it will still be several months before the mandrake matures." Harry sighed. Thinking that Sirius Black was still suffering in Azkaban, he felt so uncomfortable that he couldn't sleep well.

"At least it's better than having no clues, isn't it?" Owen smiled and shook his head. Speaking of which, Natasha's letter to him mentioned that Lupine once wanted to visit Black in Azkaban, but because of

The identity of a werewolf was rejected by the Ministry of Magic. After working around for a while, Lupine finally settled down after receiving a letter - most likely a letter from Dumbledore.

"The advancement of a spell is to add new magic principles to the original spell, or to reorganize it with other spells. This is essentially the same, it is nothing more than giving the original spell new abilities."

Nicks, whose whole body was covered with black fluff, got out of Owen's pocket, curiously looked at the depressed people, and let out a sweet chirp from his mouth.

"Speaking of which, Dumbledore has decided to tutor you alone. I think you are much more suitable than me." Harry was really happy for Owen, "Are you going to go there tonight?"

Owen twitched the corner of his mouth and said in a joking tone: "Obviously few wizards are willing to take this road of suicide." According to the other party, this road is simply a way to commit suicide, but for him who has the space to face the wall,

may be most appropriate.

"Advanced basic dueling spells?" After listening to Owen's question, Dumbledore finally showed a satisfied smile. He said slowly: "The direction you chose is very good. These most commonly used spells often have endless possibilities.

potential……"

The smile on Dumbledore's face deepened, and he said leisurely: "Do you know what magic is the most difficult to defend against?"

"Butterbeer," Owen said. This guy really likes butterbeer.

The two parties turned a blind eye to what Nicks did. They were still thinking about philosophical questions about life and death. What was the homework? Is it important?

"I heard that there was another attack last night!" the man said excitedly, and then left quickly.

He is indeed a powerful wizard who has upgraded his armor protection into a gas stove. He has a thorough understanding of the advancement of magic spells. Owen stared at the opponent eagerly, he was very greedy for the Grindelwald brand gas stove.

Owen's eyes flickered and he said slowly: "About the magic of the soul."

"Hmm..." Owen's face darkened. Although it was good to have someone to answer his questions, he really didn't want to have too much contact with the number one rebel in the wizarding world...

The stone monster jumped to the side, and Owen climbed up the spiral staircase and entered the principal's office.

"I'm really flattered that you think so favorably of me." Owen said with a warm smile.

"Your two research directions, breaking the Iron Armor Curse and dealing with dangerous magical animals, are essentially the same problem. The resistance of magical animals to magic mainly relies on their fur scales, which is not much different from the defense mechanism of the Iron Armor Curse.

.”

"Then what is the second way?" He slightly restrained the eagerness in his eyes.

"You..." Draco's face dropped, and he glared at the group of guys who were teasing him with his gray eyes.

Immediately afterwards, its bright red eyes slyly turned in a circle, and with steps it didn't recognize, it ran to Harry's schoolbag, accurately picked up his homework with its beak, and spit out a mouthful of black flames to burn it.

It turned into a ball of black ashes. Nyx let out a proud "chirp" sound, then repeated his trick, ran over and burned Draco's homework.

Seeing that class was about to start, they hurried to the classroom, but the students were not interested in class, secretly whispering to each other about Peter Pettigrew. Professor Peter, who had been missing for a long time, suddenly returned in a petrified state, which caused a stir.

A lot of speculation.

The students vividly recounted how much suffering Peter Pettigrew had endured, as if they had witnessed it with their own eyes. Several emotional girls wiped away tears, feeling sorry for Professor Peter and at the same time feeling uneasy about the current situation of the school.

"It's really a right decision for the school to hold a duel competition." Daphne said briskly. "At least it made Professor Lockhart change his teaching methods, right?"

"Don't say that, Blaise." Daphne glanced at him with a sweet smile, "Don't worry, Draco, you will be beaten a few times at most, and then you will learn to speak human language..."

Facing Harry's glare, Owen blinked innocently: "Don't you go and see who the person who was attacked is?"

Owen listened carefully and couldn't help but nodded slightly. He also vaguely came to a similar conclusion during the research and experiment process, but the other party's explanation was more concise, clear and to the point.

Harry felt an inexplicable chill. He suddenly looked at Owen. The experience of being tricked again and again made him instantly alert: "What are you thinking about again?"

"Of course, in addition to these two roads, there is a shortcut." Dumbledore looked at him deeply, "Use the power of emotions. No matter what magic it is, it can be significantly enhanced by extreme emotions... In fact, for

For you now, this is the fastest and most appropriate path."

Harry had already grabbed it with a sullen expression. After being laughed at by Nyx, he pulled out the Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook from his bag without expression and patted the free chicken.

While having lunch, a mood of depression and despair spread in the auditorium. The buzzing chatter in the auditorium disappeared instantly, and the surroundings were so quiet that one could hear it. The little wizards stopped eating one after another, feeling in their hearts.

They looked at each other as if they were dead.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon was refreshing. Their Professor Lockhart walked into the classroom with a smile on his face and announced that he would teach everyone some magic for dueling in class in the future. The smile on his face was a little stiff,

Her standing posture is a little unnatural, but her teeth are still gleaming white.

The old man with long white hair and white beard was writing something with his head down. At this time, he was completely different from the one he saw in front of the teachers and students in the school. He was wearing a slim-fitting black silver-buttoned robe, with long

His hair and beard were neatly trimmed, and even when he was writing with his head down, his back was straight, giving him an elegant and self-possessed air.

"That's right, soul. The unforgivable curse that is difficult to defend against is this type of magic." Dumbledore stared at him with a half-smile and said lightly, "The second way to advance is to find a way to make the curse have a target.

The characteristics of the soul. This involves a magical principle that few people know, the 'soul'..."

In the following time, he explained the techniques of using the Disarming Charm, and called Harry to the podium to demonstrate several times. Although he spoke in a precise manner and made a few embarrassing jokes in the cold, there was no endless drama anymore.

The young wizards were very happy with Lockhart's transformation and actively practiced the newly learned spells.

He looked at Harry, who was worrying about gains and losses, with a faint look in his eyes. This savior really looked like the Dark Lord.

At this moment, Owen also wanted to crush this bitch to death.

"To achieve your goal, there are two ways to choose." He glanced at Owen, who looked like a good student. "One way is to continuously increase the power of the spell. When the power is strong enough, it can naturally break through the iron armor with violence.

The defense of the curse can overcome the resistance of magical creatures."

Owen accidentally fell into the trap and felt lifeless for a moment. He slumped on the chair like a salted fish, staring at the ceiling blankly, so melancholy that he didn't want to move. Melete also lay on the floor with a depressed expression.

On his legs, his big ears drooped in despair, and his golden eyes became dim.

"Therefore, countless outstanding wizards throughout the ages have not achieved much success on this road. Research on the soul field has always progressed slowly, or even stagnated for a long time... Even though many wizards understand that the soul field is

The most mysterious and exquisite treasure of magic, it may even hide the secret of everything."

Harry pursed his lips and looked world-weary. After a while, he muttered in a hoarse voice: "What's the point of living? Why should I be born in this world?"

"What happened?" Blaise asked as he pulled a senior student running past.
To be continued...