A ruined Hogwarts

The new semester has begun, the courses have become more difficult, and there are even more homework after class. The little wizards who have just returned to school have not yet gotten rid of the holiday syndrome, and they are complaining about increasingly heavy learning tasks.

The first-year courses are relatively easy, but they still make many students sigh, especially the most difficult to learn, the Transfiguration Technique, which really makes many people want to chew through the textbooks.

Of course, the school's courses were no longer difficult for Irving. He spent more and more of his class time in the wall-facing space, greedily absorbing theoretical knowledge of magic, conducting experiments again and again, and working hard to prevent himself from completely falling into the abyss of darkness.

For this reason, he didn't even pay much attention to the study group gatherings. Under such circumstances, the study group still stubbornly did not disband. It must be said that it was thanks to Miss Know-It-All's guidance and Harry's mediation.

Stimulated by Owen, Hermione has studied hard in the past six months. With her excellent memory and outstanding magical talent, she has almost completed the second grade of knowledge. This has exceeded everyone in the first grade except Owen, and it is natural to be the teacher of a group of people. But she was still dissatisfied with her progress. She turned into a low-headed person all day long and buried her face deeply in thick books. The dark circles under her eyes never disappeared.

Although Owen warned her that overworking at a young age would lead to early hair loss, poor skin and short growth, the little witch felt that falling behind in studies was much scarier than that. Well, she will always know what regret feels like when she grows up.

Daphne is also a smart little witch. She is not so eager for quick success and quick success in her studies, but is steady and steady. She is irresistible in both theoretical knowledge and magic practice. It's just that she has always been low-key, blooming quietly like a subtle and beautiful tulip, not ostentatious, but impossible to ignore.

Draco and Pansy, who joined later, were in about the same condition. The two of them basically played and studied for a while. It would kill them to have them sit there and study during recess, but the two of them just couldn't. I didn’t fall far behind on the course either. In Owen's words, they are indeed talented at magic spells, especially when it comes to some small evil spells that can harm people.

For this reason, Harry had to prevent the two of them from finding trouble with Hermione and Neville when they were idle. As a typical Slytherin and Gryffindor, it is normal for both parties to dislike each other, especially Harry who always shows extraordinary protection and preference towards Hermione and the others, which makes Draco extremely unhappy. , always feel as if his things have been taken away, or taken away by someone he has never liked very much. Who can bear this?

Although Hermione usually chose to roll her eyes or just ignore it, Neville was often furious at Draco. Fortunately, Draco has gradually learned to control a certain degree of control and keep this kind of small conflict within the scope of healthy competition, but his bad mouth is really irritating.

Neville has made great progress these days, and has shown extraordinary courage and determination not to admit defeat. Although he was still stupid, he also learned to be cool and retaliate to Draco, and his honest look became his protective color.

In addition, there are Crabbe and Goyle... well, let's just think of them as the old janitors.

The magic talent of the two big guys is really not that good. The most important thing is that they can't bend their brains, but they are not without advantages. From Owen's point of view, the spells Crabbe cast were powerful and destructive but not very controllable. He was a good student of black magic, but he could easily backfire on him. As for Goyle, well, he's a real fool, and Owen thinks it's more appropriate for him to punch people with his fists.

Seeing a group of young wizards going in weird directions under his influence, Owen was quite satisfied, and I guess the future won't be too boring.

Harry is now also an academic master. His talent is already outstanding. After restraining his playful thoughts, he has made rapid progress in Potions and Charms. He even cannot catch up with Hermione in learning Duel Charms. . It's just that he is also a bit academic, and his performance in transfiguration is quite satisfactory. As for the history of magic, he often naps in class.

However, after the Christmas holidays, Harry always seemed anxious, especially as the first Saturday of the new semester got closer and closer. His whole figure seemed to have turned into a frost-beaten eggplant, exuding a sense of melancholy and resentment. His aura and temperament seemed fragile.

"Harry, what's wrong with you recently?" Owen had just finished an experiment in the wall-facing space. When he came out, he saw Harry's haggard face, and even his beautiful green eyes became dim. .

Harry glanced at him as if dreaming, and said in a sleepy tone: "On Saturday, I'm going to Professor Dumbledore's office..."

"Are you worried that you haven't finished reading the pile of books Mr. Dumbledore assigned?"

"No, I've finished reading." Harry grinned, "I don't know what to say... At Christmas, Blaise gave me a big bag of cockroaches. You know, they look exactly like cockroaches and can still crawl around. A kind of candy... I couldn't eat it, so I thought that Professor Dumbledore admired this kind of candy, so I gave it to him during the Christmas banquet."

As he spoke, he groaned and his expression became lifeless: "After returning to school, Blaise told me that he mixed a few real cockroaches into the pile of cockroaches..."

The expression on Owen's face froze. After blinking slightly, he pursed his lips tightly and struggled to suppress a smile. A faint blush appeared on his slightly pale cheeks.

Harry's eyes were empty and he said in a low mood: "I have never seen Dumbledore these days. What if he has already eaten? What if he thinks I am deliberately causing harm..."

"About this matter, you have to go to Blais and ask for an explanation." The smile on Owen's face became wider and wider.

"I'm seriously considering whether to kill him." Harry said quietly.

"Hahaha..." Owen finally couldn't help laughing, waking up Melet who was sleeping on his lap. Kitty Tanuki bit his fingertips angrily and kicked his palms with her hind paws.

Harry looked at Owen who was smiling and gloating with resentment, and suddenly felt that he would no longer be in love.

After adjusting to his condition, Owen returned to the wall-facing space in a good mood and stretched out without any image in the white world.

A thick notebook has been filled with various theories, experimental data and conjectures regarding the improvement of Ravenclaw's mind separation magic. Owen turned to the last few pages and pondered for a moment, then turned his attention to the mutated nightmare he copied from the Nightmare Forest.

This little nightmare the size of a human head is floating aimlessly on the edge of the white mist space, like a small balloon, with its small red eyes open in confusion, and a long and long sound coming from its mouth, unconscious, but Has instinct.

Owen thought for a moment and tried to copy the little thing like any other item. The white mist gathered silently, and another identical nightmare emerged out of thin air. The two little things swayed lightly with red eyes, making Owen's eyes light up.

"Don't you need to spend connection points to copy things in the nightmare space? Then there will be no shortage of experimental products." He copied multiple nightmares in succession, and then stretched out his palm towards one of them.

As if touching a cloud of cold smoke, the nightmare followed instinct and penetrated into Owen's body from his palm. A chill spread up the arm, bringing a slight numbness, but it was not obvious. It takes a long time for the nightmare to take over a person's body, and there is nothing that can be done to those with a strong will or high magic power.

Owen was just about to close his eyes and experience this feeling carefully, when a colder and more evil dark force suddenly emerged from the depths of his body, occupying his entire body in an instant, making his eyes darker. .

"The power of the Dark Devil Guard?" Owen lowered his eyes and looked at his palm. This force arrogantly pounced on the nightmare that had just invaded. In a burst of sharp cries that seemed to come from inside the body, the nightmare was mercilessly snuffed out, just like the black devil guard squeezing those who were pulled by it. The soul that comes out is the same.

"The Black Devil Guard can protect me from being possessed by some things, but when faced with a more powerful and evil soul, it will turn into the most suitable body... It's really extreme." Feeling the power in the body disappear again Going down, Owen slowly raised the corners of his mouth, "Are you just enjoying it if you can't resist?"

He raised his eyes to look at the next nightmare. This magical creature obviously had the qualities of a partial soul and could not be touched or hit by physical attacks, just like a ghost or a dementor.

This mutated nightmare can control two bodies at the same time in a mysterious way, and what troubles Owen is precisely the difficulty in letting his mind possess the qualities of a soul, unable to fill that empty shell. But if you can let your soul occupy two bodies at the same time like a mutant nightmare, you may be able to solve this problem.

"Then we must first understand its structure, which requires dissection..." Owen waved the wand in his hand gracefully, endless malice surged crazily in his heart, and the dark guard quietly appeared beside him.

Owen couldn't help but lick his lower lip with the tip of his tongue. Owen squinted his eyes to savor this unrestrained feeling. He couldn't help but hold his cheek and murmured with a smile: "Black magic is really charming."

He chuckled and stretched out his hand to the black devil guard. The dark shadow swirled in the air and wrapped lightly around his body, covering his whole body in darkness. Owen tried to touch the nightmare in front of him with his hand. This time, he successfully touched it.

The Black Devil Guard can capture souls, so naturally it can also touch this type of existence. In fact, although the nightmare possesses some of the qualities of a soul, it is not essentially a soul. It can only be said to be a magical creature. Fortunately, it is not a soul. After all, the study of souls is still a field that is out of reach for Owen now. The only magic he knows that can affect the soul is the three Unforgivable Curses besides the Black Demon Guard. , it can only hurt, but forget about research.

Owen's eyes hidden under the black mist looked at the nightmare in his hand indifferently. Then he raised his wand, mobilized the power of the black devil guard, and penetrated the nightmare's pale and illusory body.

Although the nightmare in front of him was unconscious, he instinctively let out a sharp howl, the sound was extremely harsh. Owen, without any emotion, used his wand to slice open the nightmare's body, exploring it obsessively like a mad scientist. From time to time, he used several magic spells to detect and collect data, and wrote down his gains and inspirations in a notebook beside him.

The research on the mutated nightmare lasted for several days, and Owen soon discovered a special structure worth paying attention to. He was a little surprised to find that it seemed to be in a strange superposition state, like two identical nightmares overlapping but separated and tightly entangled, but in fact there was only one. It is precisely because of this magical state that the mutant nightmare can control two bodies at the same time, because it is essentially one body but has two sides.

Owen glanced at Rabbit Muse, who was currently living in a corner of the wall-facing space, and felt that the state between the two was somewhat similar. The rabbit is in a superimposed state of life and death, and will show one side with Owen's interference, but the state of the mutant nightmare is obviously more stable and more wonderful.

However, with Owen's level of knowledge, he could not understand the principle of this state at all. Even when combined with Ms. Elizabeth's research notes on the soul, he felt confused.

"This is too much." Owen shook his head.

Fortunately, he has figured out the specific structure. Even if he can't understand it, he can directly create a similar structure mechanically. As long as one's own soul has similar characteristics, it may be able to achieve functions similar to those of mutant nightmares.

In the end, the research inevitably involves the soul. Even if the structure of the final goal is already in place, it only needs to be adjusted and changed step by step, but the soul is something that is difficult to be affected.

Conventional methods don't work, and Owen can only think of using the power of emotions, such as malice.

After going round and round, he finally managed to come up with a prototype, which just turned into a black magic...

"Isn't it unreliable to use black magic to solve the side effects of black magic?" Owen looked at the messy revised notes in front of him, his expression changing, "And when it involves the deformation of the soul, I always feel that it might be a trap... …”

The first rule of "Basic Rules of Magic" by the master of magic theory Adebe Woflin is: to tamper with the deepest secrets at will - the source of life, the essence of oneself - one must be prepared to bear the most extreme and dangerous consequences.

Owen's Dark Guard may have violated this rule. The patron saint is not only the incarnation of the wizard's positive and happy emotions, but also represents a secret and positive part of the wizard's self. The black magic transformation of the patron saint undoubtedly alienates and betrays this part of the self. As for the consequences, Owen also felt it deeply. He was being dragged towards the dark abyss and couldn't stop running.

As for the change of soul, there is no doubt that it is also within this rule.

"But do I have a choice? Do I have to wait to be possessed by Voldemort? Or do I find ways to help him get the Sorcerer's Stone to resurrect him?" Owen refused in his heart. After all, Voldemort is a real dog. "And the side effects of black magic must be resolved as soon as possible..."

Sure enough, Voldemort was a huge prehistoric pit, and Dumbledore who lured him to Hogwarts was really scornful! Although Dumbledore probably didn't know that Voldemort had sneaked in, he was still disdainful!

Owen shook his head and put aside all the concerns that suddenly popped up in his mind: "Let's try and improve it in the wall-facing space first. I hope the problem won't be too big."

He pointed his wand at his forehead and recited a somewhat long and complicated spell. This transformation is divided into two parts. The first is to use the improved Ravenclaw mind splitting magic to change one's own thinking and separate all new evil thoughts in the future. The second is to use the soul transformation magic he created to change the state of the soul.

In this way, the soul, as a superimposed state, can occupy both the body and the Black Devil Guard at the same time, and that part of the mind can also be implanted into the Black Devil Guard, using its own original malice as a bridge, and can still be easily used without As for the impact on oneself.

He was already very proficient in the first part, but when he finished reciting the second part of the spell, Owen only felt that he became in a trance, as dizzy and confused as if he was drunk. He lay at his desk trying to stay awake, carefully feeling all the changes in himself, waiting for the process to end.

Time passed by minute by minute, and I don't know how long it took before Owen regained consciousness. He stood up, checked himself first, and found nothing unusual. Then he closed his eyes and felt his own thoughts. He felt that his mind had never been so clear before. The brain seems to be divided into two parts that are independent but work closely together, as if it has evolved from a single core to a dual core.

"This part is considered a success." Owen felt his emotions and found nothing missing. Then, he looked a little weird. He didn't use his wand or recite a spell. He just moved his mind and the dark guard quietly appeared in front of him.

Cast spells without spells or wands! Owen stared at the ominous shadow in front of him, feeling that his connection with it was even more inseparable. At the same time, he seemed to be able to control it like his own body.

Owen tried to make the Dark Guardian fly left and right, and even controlled it to make a sound. He couldn't help but think of the Order of the Phoenix's method of using patron saints to deliver messages. The two seemed to have the same purpose. And when Owen released his control, the Dark Guard returned to its previous state, circling around him obediently and flexibly.

"This part is also successful. There is only one last part left, the side effects of black magic..." Owen closed his eyes, then took out his wand, mobilized his emotions and released several spells on the dummy beside him. The Unforgivable Curse.

There were no obstacles, and the release of magic went very smoothly. After all, Owen's original negative emotions were not divided by him. After experiencing several abuses of black magic, this part of the malice should not be underestimated. Fortunately, he can still restraint. Owen paid close attention to the traces of new malice, and found that they followed a strange connection and merged into the Black Demon Guard, but they could still be mobilized at will to enhance the power of Owen's own magic.

A large part of the side effects of black magic is that if a person is immersed in malice for too long, he will involuntarily become evil and paranoid. The method Irving used was actually to change his own way of thinking and isolate this subtle influence.

"Really successful?" Owen slowly put down his wand, feeling a little unreal for a moment. "It seems that there are no side effects, or is it hidden too deep for me to see?"

He did not waste time and began to use various methods to try and eliminate, testing his current situation again and again, and finally found that this state was indeed quite good.

Owen did not recklessly try it directly on his own body. Instead, he repeatedly entered and exited the wall-facing space several times, and conducted a total of seven experiments until he became very proficient in the practice, eliminated all possible hidden dangers, and made certain details. After improvements, I finally made up my mind.

It was exactly nine o'clock in the evening. Owen stood up from the armchair by the fireplace, put Melete in the chair, gently stroked her furry head, and then walked towards the bedroom.

The dormitory was still empty, Draco and Theodore were probably doing homework, and Harry had not returned from Dumbledore's visit. Owen silently climbed into bed and recited the spell to himself that he was already very skilled at.

The mysterious and long spell echoed faintly in the dark bedroom, carrying a strange and mysterious meaning. After Owen finished reciting the spell, he lay on the bed in a daze, staring blankly at the green curtain on the top of the four-poster bed, letting the spell change his body and even his soul bit by bit.

Unknowingly, he fell asleep slowly, and it wasn't until early morning that he got up from the bed with a confused look on his face. Melete didn't know when she had climbed onto his pillow, curled up and fell asleep against his cheek.

Owen suddenly raised his hand and touched his nose. Fortunately, his nose was still there. Then he tugged on his thick hair and found that he was not bald. He came to the mirror amused and looked at himself in the mirror.

The little wizard's face in the mirror was calm but with a hint of coldness. His originally pale complexion became even paler, and even his lips were pale white, which made him look unhealthy.

Owen caressed his cheek, not surprised by this. After all, what he performed was a kind of black magic transformation, and it would have some impact after all.

He smiled brightly at himself in the mirror, but a black mist suddenly filled his dark eyes. The ominous faint black mist spread all over his body in an instant, making him look mysterious and evil.

"Sure enough, once you fall into darkness, it is difficult to return to the light. What follows is an endless confrontation and pull between reason and evil thoughts. However, it is still interesting." Owen said with a half-smile, "This way I can go more freely. Become a... dark wizard."

The little wizard in the mirror quietly returned to his original state, and the surroundings remained silent as before.