A certain broken Hogwarts

Chapter 89 Seamless Expansion Box

Owen carefully examined the black suitcase in front of him. It was the same style as his own suitcase, only it looked a bit more worn.

The side of the box also bears the coat of arms of the Shafik family, and the magnificent emblem adds a touch of mystery to this unassuming box.

Owen took the box back to the empty dorm room, took out his wand and tapped the badge on the box, making it disappear as if it had been erased by an eraser.

After carefully checking that there were no more special markings on the outside of the box, he opened it. The first thing he saw was a wooden staircase leading down, obscuring the bottom of the box. He stepped into the box and descended the stairs into a spacious room.

Looking around, Irving's room was rectangular and square, with exquisite carvings on the pillars and walls. The room was cluttered with various items—old furniture, scattered ornaments, and everyday belongings—making it resemble a storage room. He also found a large bag of Galleons on a table, unsure who had left it there.

Passing through the rectangular room and opening a carved wooden door on the other side, you are greeted by an elegant foyer with a door on each of the four sides and a staircase leading upwards.

Irving first opened the door opposite, revealing a long corridor with rooms on the left. At the end of the corridor was a wall carved with a majestic fire dragon.

The door to the left of the foyer leads to a large, square room. The walls are heavy and the floor is a deep black. A magnificent chandelier hangs from the high ceiling. Most of the room is empty, except for a few rows of bookshelves on one side, next to three flying brooms. It's unclear what the room is used for.

"Interesting." Owen surveyed the room's layout, nodded in satisfaction, then returned to the foyer and opened the door on the right.

The door on the right leads directly outside, as if you've suddenly stepped outdoors. The sky is grayish-white, making it hard to tell how high it is, and the ground is a dull, leaden gray, hard underfoot. The boundary between heaven and earth is indistinct, so Irving doesn't know exactly how big this place is, but it's certainly no smaller than the area of ​​a basketball court.

Looking back at the door I had just come out of, I saw it was the entrance to a house. The two-story house was impressive and occupied a considerable area.

"Which ancestor had nothing better to do than build this house here..." Owen shook his head, but smiled with satisfaction. "This way, it saves a lot of trouble."

He gazed into the distance one last time, then returned to the room he had started in. After walking down the stairs from the box, he sat on the bed and fell into deep thought.

"What follows is a huge undertaking, but it's worth it for a fantastic performance!"

……

The weather in November turned bitterly cold. The gray mountains surrounding Hogwarts were covered with snow and ice, the lake began to freeze, and every morning the ground was covered with a layer of white frost.

The castle's dungeons were even colder and more frigid. Owen increasingly preferred to curl up in the armchair in front of the fireplace in the common room, holding Melete and warming themselves by the fire. Both of them felt that getting them to leave the common room was like taking their lives.

But their wish to lazily warm themselves by the fire was not fulfilled, because the Quidditch season had begun. Owen had missed the previous matches for various reasons, but today's match was Slytherin vs. Gryffindor. For his first match against his own house, Owen was practically dragged to the Quidditch pitch by Harry and Blaise.

Feeling that he couldn't be the only one suffering, Owen brought Meulete out as well, and the two of them sat shivering in the cold wind. All the young wizards seemed oblivious to the cold; they argued excitedly, screamed and cheered enthusiastically. Owen couldn't understand what it was about Quidditch that fascinated them so much.

He recited a few spells to ward off the wind and cold, and finally stopped feeling cold. But not being able to sit by the fireplace and warm himself always left him feeling empty inside.

Soon, the players began to enter the field, and the match officially began. Regardless of the circumstances, the atmosphere was always particularly tense and intense when Slytherin and Gryffindor faced off.

Both teams used every trick in the book to disrupt each other, sometimes colliding with each other using flying broomsticks, sometimes hitting each other with a stray ball to the back of the head, but overall the Slytherin players committed more fouls, because they valued victory above all else, and methods didn't matter. Commentator Lee Jordan occasionally lost his temper and swore, but Slytherin was already far ahead.

Owen glanced at Gryffindor's Seeker, a small boy he didn't recognize. Harry was sitting not far away, his eyes glued to the game, excitedly gesturing wildly, occasionally cheering, frustrated, or angry at what was happening on the field. He clearly adored Quidditch.

Finally, Slytherin's Seeker, Terence, caught the Golden Snitch, ending the match and Slytherin winning.

The cheers around Owen were deafening, while a chorus of boos rose from the Gryffindor stands.

"Next year, next year I definitely want to sign up for the Quidditch team!" Harry said, his face flushed, both excited and cold.

"I'm sure I can get in," Draco said slowly.

"Hehe, I don't want to play basketball, I just want to see Kyrie's helpless expression," Blaise said with a wicked grin.

Owen walked towards the lounge with a blank expression: "I hate Quidditch."

Daphne couldn't help but chuckle and winked her deep blue eyes at him: "Actually, it's good to get out more often. You haven't seemed to be in a good mood lately." Her intuition was always very sharp.

Instead of heading to the common room, the group planned to attend another meeting of the study group, this time in a classroom on the fourth floor.

As they walked down a corridor, they heard a low conversation; it was Professor Snape and Quirrell.

"...Have you figured out how to get past that big dog?" Snape's voice was cold and sarcastic.

"But...but, Severus, I..." Quirrell's voice stammered, filled with fear.

"You don't want to be my enemy, do you, Quirrell?" Snape's voice was even more menacing.

"I...I don't know what you...mean," Quirrell said hesitantly.

"You know exactly what I mean." Snape's icy tone was chilling. "I'm waiting for your little secret tricks."

Immediately afterward, as if hearing the footsteps of the group, Snape suddenly peeked out from around the corner of the corridor, meeting the eavesdropping young wizards' gaze. His eyes were filled with annoyance and ferocity, startling the young wizards so much that they held their breath.

Only Owen waved naturally, as if greeting visiting relatives: "Good afternoon, Professor Snape, Professor Quirrell."

"What did you hear?" Snape asked grimly, casting a long shadow over everyone's faces.

"We didn't hear anything!" the others said in unison.

Snape's cold, empty gaze swept over the guilty faces, then he tossed his cloak and limped away. He stopped after only a few steps, then suddenly turned back menacingly and forcibly dragged Quirrell away.

Quirrell turned to the young wizards with a look of panic and timidity, appearing like a victim who had been coerced but dared not speak out. His eyes held a thousand unspoken words, making one feel pity for him.

Irving noticed the other person secretly giving him a wink, and his already unpleasant mood instantly worsened.

(End of this chapter)