A ruined Hogwarts

"I like the look in your eyes now, keep it up."

Owen leaned back slightly and leaned on the cat statue behind him, livening up the atmosphere with a joking tone.

As soon as he finished speaking, Harry's expression dropped, and he instantly changed from a lone wolf back to a husky.

After feeling that this guy was very pleasing to the eye, Owen said with a leisurely smile: "Next, let's start with the three questions I ask you."

"Our priority is to solve the second problem." He instantly put away his smile and looked down at Harry with a faint look, "You have to understand black magic."

Harry's facial features were tangled, and his beautiful green eyes were full of hesitation and resistance: "But is it really necessary?"

Owen rubbed the cat's head in his hand, shook his head and said softly: "Harry, do you know who the enemy you are facing is?"

"Voldemort," Harry said heavily.

"Yes, a Dark Lord." Owen said slowly, "A knowledgeable magic master, and one of the most powerful dark wizards in the history of this world. How can you defeat such a terrible enemy? What about him?"

Harry opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Owen answered by himself: "With the protection given to you by 'love', with more victims paving the way for you, plus some luck?"

He talked about the route that should have happened in the original work, but as the plot collapsed, the future has completely become unknown. I am afraid that there will no longer be an old man who will use his life to bring the savior the dawn of defeating his old enemy. He must be prepared.

"But I know Defense Against the Dark Arts." Harry muttered in frustration after hearing Owen's heartbreaking words.

"Defence Against the Dark Arts..." Owen repeated in a low voice, the smile on his face seemed to have some mysterious mockery, "Do you know anything about dark arts?"

"Dark magic, they are ever-changing, unpredictable, more vicious and cunning than any enemy you can imagine, but they are indestructible... If you don't understand it well enough, how can you defend against it?"

"If you or your friends are under some kind of black spell, do you know how to save it? If you are accidentally controlled by a dark wizard, do you know how to break free as quickly as possible? If a dark wizard A strange and unfamiliar spell was recited, can you tell what exactly it is going to do? Is it a group attack or a single attack? Is it a control or a curse? Can you make the most reasonable response in time?"

Harry looked at him innocently, his expression a little dazed, his eyes filled with clear stupidity. What does he know? Isn't the battle between wizards all about Expelliarmus, stuns, and armor?

Owen's forehead was raised by this stupid look, and he sighed: "To deal with the Dark Lord, you have to understand black magic better than most dark wizards."

"But Dumbledore doesn't have to do this," Harry retorted. He believed that as long as he studied the magic that Dumbledore taught him carefully, it would never be worse than dark magic.

"How do you know Dumbledore doesn't know dark magic?" Owen asked with a playful smile, "In fact, Dumbledore's attainments in dark magic are not bad at all, but he rarely uses them. But when necessary When the time comes, he will not lack the determination to use it." For example, the Horcrux ring with traces of flame burning.

"Is that so?" Harry was very surprised by this, but he didn't doubt that Owen would lie to him about this kind of thing. He had to admit that after hearing the news, his feeling of rejection diminished a little.

"Harry, you have to know that black magic is just a weapon, and it is the human heart that is evil. It is not those who know black magic who are dark wizards, but those who use them unscrupulously on others."

"I'm asking you to learn about black magic, and I am definitely not asking you to change your established route. In fact, it is indeed a wise choice for you to delve deeper into the path of white magic. The impact they bring... is indeed much smaller." Owen considered. Using words and expressing my own experience, "it's much easier to accept."

"In black magic, what you have to do is: understand it well enough to be able to use it when necessary." He concluded.

"That's not impossible." Harry breathed a sigh of relief. In this case, he could still accept it.

"Okay, you must learn a few important spells before the final drama begins." Owen clapped his hands.

"But what should I do? Sneak into the restricted area of ​​the library?" Harry frowned. Those books related to black magic were all stored in the forbidden book area, and the knowledge that emerged in his mind these days was very incomplete.

"I'll teach you." Owen showed a bright and beautiful smile.

Harry was speechless for a moment. He sat in the armchair brightly illuminated by the flames in the fireplace, looking up at the boy who was leisurely leaning on the base of the sculpture and swinging his feet. The flickering light of the torch became dim when it reached a high place, reflecting on that delicate face that looked particularly pale, casting a dark and strange color on his expression.

At this moment, the distance between the two people seemed so far away, as if they were in two worlds.

Harry suddenly showed a very complicated expression and said sadly: "Owen, you are indeed studying dark magic."

The few times Owen behaved strangely in front of him on weekdays, combined with his performance in the study group, Harry had already had some bad premonitions, but he had been unwilling to think about it deeply.

"Yes." Owen nodded simply and slightly casually, holding his chin in his hand and looking down at the other person, with a cold and aloof smile on his face: "I said, I am willing to open up some of my secrets to you. What, you regret knowing this and want to part ways with me?”

Harry was stunned for a while, scratched his head and said, "It's not that... I just don't understand why? Dumbledore obviously taught us so many less evil spells..."

"Not so much why." Owen glanced at him darkly, and then looked away, "It's just because I made a choice before that. If Dumbledore had taught you alone earlier, the result would have been ...Maybe it will be different." I'm afraid it won't be any different. Even if he learns some white magic in advance, he will still have to fall into Voldemort's huge prehistoric pit.

"Why do you want to learn dark arts?" Harry asked.

"Because the power of emotions can help us touch the essence of magic more deeply. In this sense, although black magic and white magic are completely opposite sides, they reach the same goal by different paths." Owen said lightly.

"Okay. But didn't you say that? People who know black magic are not necessarily dark wizards." Harry murmured as if to comfort himself.

Owen pursed his pale white lips in disbelief and smiled. It's a pity that by any standard, he is a complete dark wizard.

Harry lowered his head and rubbed his fingers for a while, then said dullly: "You just told me that, and you're not afraid that I'll tell Mr. Dumbledore?"

"Oh, Dumbledore won't care about this kind of thing now." Owen winked mischievously, with a hint of joking in his tone.

"How is it possible? He values ​​every student..."

"But people change."

What's more, the current "Dumbledore" is a ruthless person who can be expelled from Durmstrang Magic School because the black magic he studies is too dangerous.

Harry played with his fingers for a while, then let out a long breath, leaned his head back on the chair, and said as if he had given up thinking: "Never mind that. We are friends anyway, and it has nothing to do with magic. right?"

Owen held his head with one hand and looked at Xianyu who was slumped in the armchair for a while. After a long time, he softly said "hmm".

Melete, who was lying on his lap, stretched out, stretched out her little pink tongue and licked his fingers, jumped to the ground, and continued playing around with Nyx.

"Then let's get started, don't be lazy." Owen also jumped down from the base of the statue, and walked to the other side of the room with his hands behind his back, facing the several dummies and targets used for practicing magic spells on the wall.

Harry struggled up from the soft armchair and followed nervously.

"You have to deal with Voldemort's Horcruxes, but do you know how to destroy them?" Owen glanced at him and asked.

Harry muttered softly: "I think we can find a rock or something to smash it..."

Owen shook his head: "A Horcrux is a very advanced black magic item. In order to protect the soul fragments that live in it, not only are some terrible spells cast on the Horcrux by Voldemort, but it itself is also indestructible. Only a few Only by planting something extremely destructive can the Horcrux be destroyed."

"What?" Harry perked up when he heard the news for the first time.

"The venom of the basilisk can do it, but in many cases, it is impossible to carry this kind of thing with you, and it is difficult to take it out in time at critical moments. Once you are accidentally poisoned, there is basically no cure. "Save." Phoenix Fox has gone somewhere, and there will be no Phoenix tears to save his life in the future. As for Nyx... well, let's not mention this thing.

"In addition, there is another magic spell: fierce fire." Owen took out his wand and waved it violently, and a beam of coquettish purple flames rushed towards a dummy practicing the magic spell. The fierce fire was burning on it, and it was soon scorched black.

Harry silently took a step back, feeling that Owen now exuded a dangerous aura. The scorching temperature of the fire spread through the air, and the malice that seemed to burn him to ashes made him feel restless.

Nyx, who was chasing after Melete to peck, staggered over and screamed excitedly at the dummy that was burned by the flames. Then he spit out a small mouthful of black flames at it with a "whoosh". The two flames were mixed together, and they were distinct, but they had the same terrifying destructive power.

"This is the most effective way to destroy Horcruxes, and it is also the first spell you have to understand today." Owen allowed Nyx to play around, and pressed the wand in his hand slightly to restrain the burning of the fire. Scope, turned around and narrated the key points of the spell like a teacher.

Harry's face was tangled up again, but after listening to Owen's explanation, some incomplete knowledge automatically popped up in his mind, which constantly corroborated with Owen's words, allowing him to quickly understand and remember it deeply.

"...This curse can be terminated by the Ultimate Curse." After Owen finished speaking, he admired the other person's wrinkled face, tilted his head to him and said, "Try?"

"I don't know, I don't think I can let it go." Harry seemed to be wearing a mask of pain. What made him uncomfortable was not because he had to learn black magic from Owen, but because he was unwilling to accept that he understood it so quickly, as if he suddenly became a genius... But this is black magic.

Well, it's all Voldemort's fault!

He pulled out his wand and pointed at the red heart in the middle of a wooden target for a long time. Finally, under Owen's aggressive gaze, he closed his eyes, felt nervous, waved his wand and said the spell in a perfect standard.

A few red sparks shot out from the tip of his wand, then nothing happened.

He carefully opened his eyes a little, and after seeing that the target in front of him was intact, he breathed a sigh of relief. He turned to look at Owen and said, "Look, I'm not very good at it..."

Owen looked at him thoughtfully, and quickly twirled his wand with his right hand: "The movements are very standard, and the spell is no problem. If it weren't for the lack of emotional integration, you can definitely release it successfully. You can learn beyond expectations. The ground is so fast."

Harry's expression became even more tangled, and he said with a guilty conscience: "I don't know... when I was casting the spell just now, I felt a very familiar feeling, as if I had been practicing it for a long time." After that, Finally, he pursed his lips tightly.

This is cheating... Owen gritted his teeth and looked at him deeply.

"But you see, I can't use it well." Harry emphasized defensively.

"That's enough." Owen played with the wand in his hand and suddenly laughed, "I didn't expect you to really be able to release it, but it's already good enough to do this. You lack malice in your heart, There’s no need to own…”

He waved the wand in his hand slowly, and the purple fire he released struggled to be gathered into a thread and extinguished in the air. He took a breath of the burnt-smelling air, savoring the destructive emotions boiling inside him.

"That's enough?" Harry was stunned, "Then what's the use of it?"

"It will come in handy." Owen smiled mysteriously and continued, "Since you are so talented in black magic, we will speed up. Have you learned about the Unforgivable Curse?"

"A brief understanding..." Harry's face turned a little blue.

"Very good, let's talk about the Cruciatus Curse, the Soul-Impering Curse and the Killing Curse." Looking at the other party's livid face, Owen shrugged, "Forget it, I won't force you, except for the Killing Curse."

"The rest is just enough..." he muttered in a voice Harry couldn't hear.

"I don't know, what's the point of this?" After Owen explained, Harry reluctantly tried the two spells, and the situation was similar to the Fire Curse.

"Believe me, they are very useful." Owen said seriously. He remembered that in the original story, Harry later used these two spells very well.

"But I can't let it go," Harry said. He didn't understand why Owen had to let him try every one of them, even though he couldn't use any of them.

"I have to double check to make sure you won't slip up at the critical moment." Irving said casually.

But aren’t I just falling off the chain now? Harry swallowed his offensive words.

"Okay, this question is over." Owen waved his hand, holding his chin with one hand, and looked at Harry from top to bottom, "Then comes the third question. I need you to play a role in the final drama. ."

"What should I do?" Harry became a little nervous.

"I need you to play someone else," Owen said.

"Huh?" Harry was stunned and asked with his mouth before his brain, "Who are you playing?"

"Voldemort."

Owen smiled meaningfully.

"Huh?" Harry didn't respond and let out a dull sigh.

"So, back to the first question, you must not change your face in front of Voldemort." Owen said leisurely, taking out a book "The Self-cultivation of Actors" from the bookshelf next to him and taking a picture of it: "The next paragraph Over time, you have to learn how to become a qualified actor."

Harry held the book like a goose, his mouth wide open. He thought that Owen asking him to play a role was just an embellishment, but he never expected that he was actually asked to act!

Or play Voldemort!

He didn't know how to speak for a moment, so he just said indiscriminately: "You...you, do you have a fever?"

"Huh? You are very lively." Owen glanced at him.

Harry immediately changed his mind: "Is this why you let me know about dark magic?"

Owen asked in a matter-of-fact manner: "You don't know much about dark magic, how can you have the nerve to pretend to be the Dark Lord?"

I'm sorry? Do you think this is human speech? Harry thought angrily.

"Do you dare?" Owen hugged his shoulders.

"Dare!" Harry gritted his teeth. It is impossible to give in!

"Then think about it seriously, and I will take the time to teach you how to play him." Owen hugged the catnives who ran over to rub his ankles, "If your performance is not up to standard, I will not let you pass. "

Harry looked as if he was about to die. He always felt that Owen was leading him on the road to death and there was no way back.

"Isn't it just Voldemort? Who can't act?" he said viciously. (End of chapter)