A ruined Hogwarts

After class, the little wizards, who had been tortured by the transfiguration technique for a whole class, happily left the classroom with loads of homework.

Under the dazzling sunshine of the afternoon, under the leadership of Professor Sprout, they went to the greenhouse behind the castle for a class on herbal medicine.

Owen didn't put much effort into herbal medicine classes, and he didn't think he would have the time and energy to take care of those strange magical plants in the future. His position for the herbal medicine class is very simple. Just learn to identify and use magic plants to successfully brew potions. As for the cultivation of herbs, he would rather spend money to buy them.

Although he had almost memorized "Thousands of Miraculous Herbs and Mushrooms", Owen was still very good at taking care of plants and was praised by Professor Sprout.

Instead of thinking about how to take better care of those weird magical plants, Owen felt that he had more pressing issues to consider, such as how to deal with the hot and unbearable greenhouse environment, and how to gracefully squeeze the pus from the Bobo tuber... …

After an herbal medicine class, the young wizards' robes were soaked with sweat and their bodies were covered with weird-smelling dirt. Owen was sure that Professor Sprout had applied some common organic fertilizer to the dirt.

Girls like Daphne and Pansy rushed back to take a shower after class. Owen dusted off his spotless clothes and recited a cleansing spell all over his body with great skill.

It has to be said that Owen believes that the Cleaning Spell is definitely one of the greatest spells for wizards. It can enable wizards to keep themselves clean and tidy anytime and anywhere. It is really good news for mysophobia patients... He has never understood why there are some. The wizard would rather make himself dirty than say a magic spell to himself.

Maybe it's because once this spell is used incorrectly, it's easy to peel off a layer of skin? Well, this is the spell Owen has mastered the most.

After a quick dinner, the students had to climb up to the tall astronomy tower, observe the starry sky with telescopes, and learn the names of different stars and the trajectories of planets.

After completing his class tasks, Owen spent most of his time practicing transfiguration in the wall-facing space, and successfully transformed a coin into a badge with beautiful patterns.

As the night gets darker, the students from the astronomy class return home with a lot of work - homework. The Slytherin students walked along the dark stairs and corridors to the underground of the castle, and the chatter of voices broke the cold and dead silence around them.

"It is said that in Hogwarts late at night, in those corridors with particularly dim candlelight, there are hidden evil ghosts that feed on the lives of wizards... They are always quietly peeping at the living people, silently waiting for lone prey. ." Draco said quietly in a deep voice, "Every year, there are always a few young wizards who stayed up all night and were found fainted in the corridor the next day. They were so skinny and skinny that they seemed to have aged several years..."

Daphne was trembling when she heard this, and held Pansy's arm firmly, showing an expression of wanting to hear but not daring to hear. Pansy raised her head proudly, looking fearless, but when Draco looked over, her face changed, showing a frightened expression.

Draco turned his head away with satisfaction, looked dissatisfied at Crabbe and Goyle who kept stuffing candy into their mouths, and continued to tell scary stories in a sinister manner.

"Oh, Draco, stop talking!" Daphne covered her ears.

"There are no evil ghosts in Hogwarts, Draco." Theodore said shamelessly, with a sad expression on his face as if he was always distracted.

In a few days, the freshmen became familiar and harmonious with each other, and gradually relaxed when getting along with each other.

"How could that be? Look ahead!" Draco suddenly almost jumped up, startling himself. At the end of the dark corridor, a shadow emitting cold silver light was approaching.

For a moment, the atmosphere was a little stiff, and even the few people who were not afraid just now felt hairy all over.

Owen recognized the figure from a distance and greeted him briskly: "Good evening, Sir Barrow."

Slytherin's ghost Bloody Barrow slowly floated over, glanced at them with dull eyes as everyone looked relieved, nodded slightly to Owen, and then slowly floated away with a gloomy face.

"To be honest, his expression is a bit too scary, isn't it?" Blaise shrugged after Bloody Barro floated away.

Harry nodded in agreement, feeling that the ghost looked very unapproachable.

"What I want to know more is where the blood on his body came from. I think I can take the time to ask him." Draco's gray eyes rolled.

"Tsk, believe me, Draco, he won't like someone asking him this question." Owen glanced at him, this guy really didn't like to mention anything.

"Yeah-" Draco drawled back, not sure if he took Owen's words to heart.

"Why do I feel like the journey back to the dormitory is particularly long tonight?" Daphne exhaled, still holding Pansy's hand tightly. She was most afraid of hearing those horror stories. Although she knew they were all false, she was still afraid.

"It is said that there is a corridor in Hogwarts that appears randomly at night. People who enter it by mistake can never get out and can only wander alone in it forever..." Draco said slowly.

"Draco, I heard that you are very well-informed?" Owen put a hand on his chin and said thoughtfully.

"Of course, no one knows everything that happens at Hogwarts better than me." Draco raised his chin proudly.

"So, if you know that something strange happened in Hogwarts recently that deserves attention, can you tell me in time?" Owen said slowly. He didn't know what abnormality his ability had caused, and he always felt a little uneasy.

"Well, since you begged sincerely, I reluctantly paid a little more attention." Draco raised his chin higher.

"Okay, thank you in advance." Owen shook his head in amusement, as if he saw the other person's little tail secretly raised.

While passing by a certain corridor, Owen heard a muffled sound coming from deep in the corridor, and two yellow searchlight-like eyes lit up, like a monster peeking out in the darkness.

"Huh?" Owen's eyes lit up, and he let everyone go first, and turned into the corridor with an interesting look on his face.

The pair of eyes in front stared at him motionless, unblinking, and seemed to be filled with critical malice.

Once they got closer, Owen could clearly see the animal in front of him through the dim candlelight. This is a cat with dark gray hair, but it is very skinny. A pair of big eyes appear large and protruding on the skinny cat's face, which makes it look unsightly.

"Ha, sure enough!" Owen knelt down and stretched out a hand, waving with a smile on his face, "Mimi, come over here..."

The cat in front of him arched its back warily, its messy tail slowly sweeping back and forth against the ground, its yellow-orange eyes full of malicious ferocity.

"Poor Mimi, do you have an owner? You look so thin, you must have been abused." In Owen's opinion, anyone who can keep his cat so thin must be an owner who doesn't cherish it. Moreover, the cat in front of me looked fierce and wary towards people, and it must have been hurt by humans.

He took out a packaged sausage from his pocket, placed it on the ground not far in front of him, and pushed it towards the gray cat.

The gray cat lazily stretched out its paws to move the sausage in front of its eyes, as if playing with a mouse. It raised its eyes and glanced at Owen, with an expression of arrogance and contempt.

In this regard, Owen can only say that cats in the magical world are really smart.

Under Owen's expectant gaze, the cat got tired of playing the game, put its nose close to the sausage, sniffed it, and then started to eat it in big mouths. It looked like it was gobbling up, which was very unsightly.

Owen silently reached out his hand and touched the gray cat's head. Although he is skinny, his hair is still fluffy and warm. Well, I feel comfortable.

The gray cat that was chewing on the meat sausage grabbed it with a paw without any warning, its bright cat eyes filled with successful malice. But the cat's paw was in vain, and Owen had already retracted his hand, looked at it with a smile and said: "Want to play a game with me?"

As he spoke, he reached out and touched the cat's head again, dodged just before the sharp claws touched the back of his hand, and touched the gray cat's back again.

The gray cat purred in annoyance and scratched wildly on all fours, even using its mouth. But Owen's dexterous hands stroked the cat's body again and again, like a butterfly darting through flowers, narrowly missing the cat's claws every time. The gray cat's expression became more and more angry, while Owen's expression became more and more satisfied.

After a moment, the gray cat jumped up from the ground, glared at Owen fiercely, as if to say that he had the guts to stay here and don't run away, and then disappeared with a swish.

Owen pulled back his hand without hesitation, took out a pocket watch from his pocket and looked at it. He found that the time was almost up and it would be a violation of school rules to stay any longer, so he regretfully got up and walked towards the common room.

Well, what bad intentions can a kitten have? It just wants someone to play with it. Owen decided to come back tomorrow to have a look.

Owen returned to the common room just before curfew, leaving only a frantic meow echoing in the corridor, as if it was spring.