A ruined Hogwarts

"Avada Kedavra!"

A green flash of light cut through the silent space, as if carrying the shadow of a huge object passing by, it hit hard on the edge of a square and thick stone wall, blasting a large black hole in the stone wall.

"Oops, missed again." Owen moved his right wrist holding the wand, his black eyes filled with cold and rational killing intent.

He tilted his head, and wisps of white mist gathered around the thick stone wall, repairing the hole in the wall as before in the blink of an eye. Then, the white mist disperses into the ground and surrounding fog walls, making this white space always calm and peaceful.

"It's really hard to control." Owen walked slowly to the stone wall, stretched out his hand to touch the stone wall with an expressionless face, and slowly narrowed his eyes. When the Death Curse is released, the wand will shake violently, so it requires strong stable control and aiming abilities. In other words, this spell needs to be practiced, otherwise it will be difficult to hit the target.

Owen pressed his wand against the stone wall in front of him and chanted "Indestructible" several times. White beams of light merged into the stone wall one after another, causing the wall to glow slightly with fluorescence, and then returned to its original appearance.

Owen stepped back a little, adjusted his position, and continued to read in a cold voice: "Avada Kedavra!"

The green light beam once again cut through the white space and hit the middle of the stone wall hard. At this time, it failed to damage the stone wall at all. Instead, it was bounced to the other side according to the law of light reflection, tracing a sharp trajectory. Then he smashed a wooden target, then hit the edge of the white mist space without losing force and disappeared.

The White Rabbit Muse, who was hiding far away, was so frightened that all the snacks in his mouth fell out. She shivered and retracted her head into the corner, but her butt with a furry tail was exposed, and her tail was still twitching.

"Tsk, the curse can be rebounded, and the same goes for the Death Curse." The corners of Owen's mouth raised slightly, and his expression turned into a smile. "So, this curse is still too extreme, leaving no room for the enemy." At the same time, once it is rebounded, it will not leave any escape route for itself."

"If a person falls down twice in the same place, will he gain wisdom from the experience, or will he have a psychological shadow, or will he continue to be stubborn?" He flicked his finger, and the wand flew high in the air. When it fell lightly, he caught it firmly in his hand, "It's quite interesting."

He sat on the chair with his eyes closed and tapped his fingers on the table. After a while, he opened his eyes and looked at the frightened rabbit. The fierce murderous intent in his eyes had completely restrained.

"Poor Muse, come here and give me a hug." He smiled and stretched out his hand, as gentle as ever.

The brainless rabbit looked around in confusion. After realizing that there was no danger, he ignored Owen's call and continued to eat the snack that just fell out of his mouth as if nothing had happened.

"Okay, it seems I don't have to worry about your mental health." Owen casually took a piece of rabbit food and stuffed it into his mouth and tasted it, his pale and delicate cheeks slightly twisted.

"It tastes terrible." He smacked his lips.

…

After the day's class, Owen knocked on the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office with his schoolbag on his back and asked in a clear voice: "Professor Quirrell, are you there?"

"Please come in." The voice coming from the office was slightly trembling.

Owen ducked through the door and waved to Quirrell, who was getting paler and thinner. He saw the other person hastily put away a glass bottle filled with silver liquid, with a trace of silver water stains on the corner of his mouth.

Owen narrowed his eyes, and then said happily: "Professor, I found out how to get through the three-headed dog."

Quirrell's originally gloomy expression suddenly became joyful and urgent, and his sunken eyes also became bright. As long as he gets the magic stone, he can live and even get unimaginable glory!

Another figure came to life from his eyes, with even more urgent ecstasy, and even took over the body in an instant, its deep and longing eyes staring closely at the little wizard with a bright smile in front of him.

"Say!" Voldemort ordered impatiently and couldn't help but frown. What are you doing by laughing all the time? Tell me quickly.

"Professor, yesterday I learned how to raise a three-headed dog from Hagrid..." Owen said slowly with a pleasant smile.

"That's all I need." Voldemort interrupted. He didn't want to listen to lengthy explanations. The opportunity for resurrection was right in front of him, and he couldn't wait any longer.

"Ahem, that three-headed dog will fall asleep as long as it hears music." Owen said innocently. Gee, are you so impatient? The words he had prepared haven't even been spoken yet.

"I see." Voldemort closed his eyes slightly and tapped his fingers on the table.

The office suddenly became quiet, with only the regular beating sound echoing, like the beating of the heart, adding an unpredictable power and pressure.

Owen lifted his heavy schoolbag, his eyes wandered around the messy small office, and he began to think about what to have for dinner.

"Owen, what are you thinking about?" Voldemort's voice, as light as a whisper, slowly floated into his ears.

"Well, Professor, there's something at the corner of your mouth." Owen said seriously, "Are you taking unicorn blood?" He paused and said hesitantly: "That's scary. Cursed..."

Voldemort squinted his eyes and slowly wiped the corners of his mouth with a white handkerchief. His movements were elegant and faultless, like an aristocratic gentleman who had just finished a delicious meal.

This Dark Lord is quite particular... Owen blinked.

"Yes, a curse...do you know what kind of curse this is?" Voldemort said softly.

"I only know that it will turn people into a half-dead, cursed life. From now on, they can only live like a walking zombie." Owen answered the standard answer in the book, and then glanced at the other party curiously. See what changes.

"Haha, the knowledge in books does not represent the truth. If you don't verify some things, you will never know the truth." Voldemort said meaningfully. It can be seen that he doesn't care about this curse at all, and even shows disdain for it.

"In the eyes of those who are weak, this curse will make a person's body become evil and dark, and he can no longer be called a human being." There was a hiss in his voice, "But that is just a change of body. This life form just survives without any substantial damage. Only people with weak hearts will feel pain from this. When you abandon this meaningless value, you can even use this curse in turn to make yourself Become stronger.”

The corners of Owen's mouth twitched slightly, which means that as long as you stop being a human being, you can't do anything about this curse, right...

Well, the man in front of me is not only a non-human being, but also a ruthless person who can even slice his own soul into pieces. Owen had nothing to say and stood still.

Professor, you are great! He nodded seriously and cast an admiring look.

This was obviously very useful to the Dark Lord. Voldemort's pale fingers gently touched the corner of the table. He suddenly thought that the little wizard in front of him was very smart and could always notice some details, so he slowly asked: "What do you think of the next action?"

Owen put on a thoughtful look and said after a long time: "Professor, our biggest obstacle is obviously Dumbledore. You know, Dumbledore put the Sorcerer's Stone in the school just to lure the snake out of its hole. He will definitely also be interested in the Sorcerer's Stone." Pay great attention to it. If I were Dumbledore, I would definitely place some sensing magic in the place where the Philosopher's Stone is hidden, so that I can sense someone breaking in at any time and respond in time."

"More importantly, there are people from the Aether Society sneaking into the school now, and they have alerted the enemy." Owen said with a solemn expression, "Harry has become suspicious of Professor Quirrell, and he obviously told the matter. Dumbledore. There is no doubt that even if Dumbledore didn't listen, he would have paid attention and even noticed Professor Quirrell."

"My suggestion is, Professor, if you want to get the Philosopher's Stone, you must choose a time that Dumbledore doesn't expect, and use a method that won't make him suspicious to lure him to a place where he won't be able to come back for a while. Places, such as places where you can't apparate and use portkeys, or places that are far away."

Owen raised his hand to wipe the corners of his lips, and continued with a smile: "And, it's best to lure the other professors away before taking action. After all, after the professors and the people from the Ether Society caused several big troubles, everyone has become A frightened bird. The professors are very vigilant about any disturbance in the castle, and it is not ruled out that someone will check the situation in the restricted corridor."

"Especially Professor Snape, he has almost determined that Professor Quirrell's problem needs to be solved alone. For example, if he creates the illusion that Professor Quirrell has slipped out of the school and gone elsewhere, I think he will be very willing to follow it. "When Owen said this, he pursed his lips and smiled, and stopped making any sound.

For his plan to be realized, the school's professors are all uncertain factors and must all be spent. Fortunately, Owen doesn't need to worry about this. The powerful Dark Lord and the stupid Qingluo will do a good job.

"It's not difficult." Voldemort pondered for a moment and said calmly, "Quirrell has already made preparations. It's just a slight adjustment to the plan. What else do you want to say?"

Owen lowered his eyes and said slowly: "The other thing is the Sorcerer's Stone itself. If I were Dumbledore, I would definitely have to do something with the Sorcerer's Stone. Even if I didn't use fake ones, I would have to arrange some tracking or sensing magic. curse……"

"You think I can't crack Dumbledore's tricks?" Voldemort asked coldly.

"Of course not." Owen bowed slightly respectfully and gracefully, and said with a perfect smile, "Then I wish you, professor, will get what you want."

"This Sunday, Quirrell will arrange everything, and you have to go with him." Voldemort looked at the little wizard in front of him thoughtfully. He needs insurance.

"Professor, if you don't mind that I might become a burden." Owen showed a cheerful smile and said in a brisk tone, "After all, I promised Professor that I will do my best to help you get the Sorcerer's Stone." Just get it, you can give it to me. You touch it a little longer.

"You can be more confident, Owen. Your ability will never hold you back." Voldemort's voice became soft and sweet, with a strange charm. "Ah, you helped me get important information. How do you think I should reward you?"

Owen lowered his head slightly and said, "This is what I should do, Professor."

"Have you decided who you want to be loyal to, Owen?" Voldemort asked softly in a friendly tone.

I will always be loyal to myself. Owen muttered to himself, then said with a deep smile: "I am willing to devote my loyalty to you, Professor."

"Very good, you made the right choice, and you will get the reward you deserve." Voldemort said softly, "When I truly return, I will brand you with the Dark Mark."

Come on, it's too ugly... Owen expressed doubts about this guy's aesthetic level. No, it should be said that this inhumane guy's aesthetic level has seriously exceeded the scope of human understanding.

His smile remained unchanged and he bowed again, stroking his chest: "My pleasure, Professor."

Voldemort nodded with satisfaction. Not all Death Eaters are lucky enough to receive the Dark Mark. In fact, possessing the Dark Mark means being among the top core members of the Death Eaters. This is a great honor, and it is completely enough as a reward for helping him resurrect.

Owen left the Defense Against the Dark Arts office with a smile on his face. He couldn't help but laugh in his heart, and then he bumped into Professor Snape wandering nearby...

Looking at Snape, whose eyes were deep and thoughtful, Owen's mouth twitched, thinking, Dean, you are really free.

"Are you looking for Quirrell again?" Snape walked over quickly, his cloak fluttering in the wind behind him, like the flapping wings of a bat. He stood in front of Owen and looked at him condescendingly, the look in his dark eyes was sharp and indifferent.

"Yes, Professor Quirrell has taught me several spells these days. He is really a good and serious professor." Owen said happily. He actually doesn't like to lie unless necessary.

"What curse?" Snape frowned.

"Iron Armor Curse, Confusion Curse, Termination Curse..." Owen listed casually, "They are all very practical spells." Well, there is also black magic that is also very practical.

After chatting for a few words with Professor Snape, he said goodbye to him naturally. Snape stood silently in the corridor, staring deeply at his retreating back, his eyes narrowed.

…

Sunday morning, Hagrid's cabin.

Even though it was already a warm spring, there was still a strong fire burning in the hut, making people feel a little stuffy.

Owen was inquisitive and held a notebook, carefully recording Hagrid's knowledge about magical animals. Harry sat far away from the stove, his cheeks still burning red. The others had declined the visit early on, and it seemed to Harry that they couldn't have been wiser.

"...Yes, I have bred countless large animals, and there are many more that you have never seen before!" Hagrid was already completely chatting. Facing such a studious little wizard, he would even carefully record his words. This made Hagrid get over his professor's addiction, and he couldn't help but start talking along the lines of Owen's questions.

"... Think about it, how many dogs with three heads can you meet? Just like my Lu Wei, despite his usual fierce appearance, he is actually very cute. Just play some music for him, He fell asleep immediately..." Hagrid blurted out without thinking, and then suddenly came back to reality, his mouth opened wide, and his expression became panicked.

Owen raised the corners of his lips slightly, finally getting your words out. If Hagrid kept silent, he was going to do it himself.

He gently hooked his fingers, and a rope so thin that it was almost invisible was untied from his left index finger and passed through the window very quickly. Immediately afterwards, a crisp crackling sound sounded from a bush outside the window.

"Forget about this..." Hagrid was waving his huge palms in a wide range. When he heard the movement outside the window, he instantly became frightened and strode towards the window.

Harry was also surprised at first. After hearing the sound outside the window, he immediately looked over and saw a dark humanoid shadow shrinking into the shadow of the jungle very quickly and disappearing into the dense forest. among the trees.

"Someone is eavesdropping!" Harry jumped up, stepped over the window sill and chased after him, "He heard what you said! Lu Wei's weakness!"

"Come back quickly, Harry!" Hagrid also hurriedly caught up. His big dog Tooth was tied to a wooden post outside the door and was barking.

Owen watched with a smile as the two figures, one large and one small, entered the forest and slowly pulled the thin string on his left thumb. After a rustling sound, a black cloak was pulled in from the window by him.

After lightly tapping the dust on it, Owen hid it in his robe, then sat by the fire and continued to read through his notes as if nothing had happened.

There was no one eavesdropping, it was just a little magic trick.