A ruined Hogwarts

The Imperius Curse!

Owen looked at the face hidden in the darkness, his pupils suddenly tightened, and his body was so imprisoned that he couldn't even make a decent escape. He had no choice but to instinctively sink his thoughts into the space facing the wall before the blankness and confusion caused by the Imperius Curse invaded his body.

At this time, he couldn't care less about looking forward and backward. This was the only possible way he could think of to deal with the current predicament. Even in the worst case scenario, he could at least retain some of his own will. Although he carries several protective and counterattack alchemical items given to him by his parents, they are unable to resist the other party's previous weird spell, let alone the profound Unforgivable Curse such as the Soul-stealing Curse.

Although it is possible for a wizard to resist the Imperius Curse by relying on his own will, it is obviously impossible for Owen to place his hope on such an illusory thing. Once he is completely controlled, the consequences will be devastating.

Owen opened his eyes in the space facing the wall. It was bright and quiet, still peaceful, with wisps of white mist lingering around. The hallucinatory feeling caused by the Imperius Curse faded instantly, and his consciousness was extremely clear. It seemed that at least the most basic purpose was achieved.

Taking a quick glance at himself who was silent in reality, Owen's mind was running rapidly. The more critical the situation, the more calm and orderly he was.

"The best case scenario is that I can pretend to be controlled by the Imperius Curse, but this requires a lot of luck... My luck doesn't seem to be very good? Let's not consider this for now..."

"The road to resistance seems to be blocked, unless Hagrid or a professor suddenly appears and takes me away..."

"Wait a minute, Voldemort chose to recite the Imperius Curse on me instead of the Death Curse, which means that he doesn't want to kill anyone at the moment. That's right, after all, the Philosopher's Stone is close at hand, and the death of a student will make Dumbledore wary. It has improved unprecedentedly, and he is afraid that the situation will get out of control, so he will use the most powerful weapon to stop the situation!"

"Choosing to use the Imperius Curse instead of the Oblivion Curse shows that he wants to use me. There is something in me that is worth using for him!" There are just a few possibilities, and Owen has already guessed them.

"Then we can negotiate, at least we can stabilize him!" Owen quickly calculated his bargaining chips. As he told Harry, there is no shame in protecting yourself wisely, but it is a choice to be aware of current affairs. In fact, if Voldemort hadn't lost his mind, treated his subordinates as slaves, and had a failed ending in the plot, Owen wouldn't have minded standing on his side before growing up. After all, the adult world is never black and white.

"Thinking about it this way, this camp is really useless. No wonder no one took him to play in the fan fiction I read in his previous life..." Owen slapped his head to curb his random thoughts.

"Then, I need to prepare quickly. I don't know if I will fall under the control of the Imperius Curse instantly after leaving the wall-facing space." He muttered in a low voice, while quickly copying another version of himself in front of him.

"I didn't expect this method to be used so soon." He thought helplessly.

Face to face with the copy with dull eyes, Owen quickly thrust the wand in his hand into the opponent, and then roughly operated Occlumency to control his own memory for cutting.

The low level of Occlumency can't resist Voldemort's prying eyes, but it can still be turned into a sharp blade to cut off part of the memory, but in reality no one dares to do such a crazy thing. However, Owen, who was facing the wall, naturally had no scruples.

Enduring the severe pain of his mind being cut in half, Owen separated his past life experiences and the memory of the plot from the memories of this life, and also added part of the memory of the space facing the wall. He stared firmly into the replica's eyes, suppressing the separated memories, and his thoughts seemed to be trapped in a whirling kaleidoscope, and he came to the replica in an instant.

Owen held his head in severe pain and looked up at "himself" in front of him. After his mind left, this "self" fell into silence and sluggishness. Perhaps due to the limitations of his mind or soul, the other party did not have independent consciousness. This was really good news.

Blinking his eyes, Owen didn't know what memory he had lost, but he vaguely knew what he was doing, and he didn't want to go into details.

After taking a deep look at "himself", Owen closed his eyes and returned to reality instantly.

Although he experienced a thought storm in his brain, his series of analysis and actions only took a short moment. When he regained his vision, the figure in front of him was still holding up the wand in his hand.

Through the lightning that lit up again, Owen could clearly see the expression of surprise and confusion on the other person's face, as well as his deep desire to explore, as if he wanted to cut open his head and study it.

It is a good thing that he is not directly controlled by the Imperius Curse, but Professor Quirrell obviously realizes that his Imperius Curse has failed, which is another crisis.

Owen sighed slightly in his heart, holding the little kitten Nizi struggling in the robe on his chest, and suggested innocently: "Professor, why don't you try reciting another one? Spells always make mistakes. …”

The person opposite narrowed his eyes and played with the wand in his hand, obviously not thinking that his spell would go wrong.

"How can you resist my Imperius Curse?" He said softly, with a strange hiss. The sound was not loud, but it was extremely penetrating in the heavy rain. Yes, he is very weak now, but he is by no means so weak that he cannot even control a little wizard, although the little wizard in front of him has magic power that is no less than that of an adult wizard.

He waved the wand slightly, and there was a little green light in the surrounding environment, which illuminated the faces of the two people in a mysterious and deep light. Then, he stretched out his left hand, and the wand in Owen's hand flew into his hand involuntarily.

"If I said that my father recited to me an ancient magic spell passed down from generation to generation by the Shafiq family before I entered school, would you believe it?" Facing the other party's eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, Owen said bravely. .

Why is this Professor Quirrell so different from the first one? No, even the one at the beginning is completely different from the one who usually stutters! Also, why would he want to take unicorn blood? Could it be that he was really a vampire, as other students had guessed, and he wanted to taste unicorn blood for a moment?

"Is it possessed by ghosts or multiple personalities?" Owen had a headache. Why would Hogwarts allow such a dangerous lunatic to be a professor?

After dividing his memory of the plot, Owen could only make up his own mind based on limited information. Fortunately, the behavioral habits and ways of thinking developed in the past and present lives will not change.

Looking into Owen's eyes, "Qui Luo" had a half-smile expression on his face, obviously not believing what Owen said at all.

"Well, my way of thinking is different from ordinary people. I can close my mind before being controlled." Realizing that being clever was not feasible, Owen chose to "tell the truth." In fact, this is what he thinks is the truth now.

"This is my innate talent. Just like there are born legilimens, I am a person who is born to know how to close the brain, but it is more powerful. To be honest, it can be effective against the Imperius Curse , which I didn't expect." Owen glanced around and found that the restraints on his body had been lifted a lot, and he tentatively stood up from the mud.

"Qi Luo" did not stop Owen's movements, and his cold but sharp eyes slowly narrowed. Talent? Some wizards do have various magical talents, some of which are very special and rare. It is understandable that such talents exist. It is an area that even the most knowledgeable wizards find difficult to delve into.

"Is this why you practice Occlumency?" He looked at Owen condescendingly.

"Yes, I think learning Occlumency will allow me to better control this talent." Owen nodded, "You know, natural talents are always difficult to control accurately."

"Professor, look, the water-avoiding spell on my body has failed. Can you recite one for me?" Owen pointed to the mud all over his body with a smile, and said with some difficulty breathing in the heavy rain.

"Also, the Imperius Curse is one of the unforgivable curses. Once used on humans, they will be imprisoned in Azkaban for life." He reminded kindly.

Owen knew that he could not lose all his dominance no matter what. To take a certain amount of initiative, you need to be guided subtly from the topic!