A ruined Hogwarts

Using malice to summon the patron saint... This is the rhythm of turning white magic into black magic.

Owen had never heard of this approach, it seemed like someone came up with it on the fly. All he wants to say now is, Dark Lord, you really have an imagination...

"Professor, there seems to be no precedent for the Patronus Charm to be summoned by malice." Owen raised his hand innocently and spoke, "According to all the magic principles I have learned, this kind of attempt will only lead to terrifying backlash, making people Either dead or injured.”

Voldemort did not refute, but nodded slightly in agreement: "If you just use malicious intent, backlash is almost inevitable."

"But, I said, I'm very knowledgeable about this." He glanced at Irving with a nonchalant look, and said in a light but dangerous tone, "I don't like to say it a second time, or to be used by you. Question your own shallow knowledge, Owen."

"I understand, Professor." Owen said calmly, looking at the other person with eyes full of curiosity.

What else could he say? The Dark Lord had said before that this was a classroom test, and he had agreed to it. If you can't refuse now, you have to accept it. Irving has always been able to take things easy.

I didn't expect that I still couldn't escape and had to be exposed to black magic in advance. Fortunately, if I just learned a little bit, it wouldn't have too much impact. However, if this black magic is really the reverse use of the Patronus Charm, and it is the same advanced magic, Owen is worried that it will cause some bad changes. After all, he is only a beginner.

Although the Dark Lord said that magic spells such as the Patronus Curse were only the foundation, Owen did not dare to regard it as the foundation. In fact, this is one of the most profound curses that Owen has mastered. Well, the Disillusionment Curse is barely another one, but it does not fall into the category of black and white magic.

Voldemort's eyes that seemed to see through people's hearts didn't know whether he saw Owen's inner worries. He slowly took a wand in his hand and played with it carefully, then raised the tip of the wand and tapped it towards the left side of his body.

Silently, a human-shaped shadow filled with black mist stood out from the darkness, and a strange and evil aura suddenly spread, turning the surrounding candlelights into a strange dark green.

It was like a pitch-black robe floating in the air. There were no limbs in the wide sleeves and hem, only a thick black mist. The big hood was also filled with black mist, and there were two faint red lights shining in it, which seemed to be a pair of evil red eyes.

A bit like a dementor, but completely different, something that doesn't exist in this world.

As it appeared, Owen felt that this small space was instantly filled with deep coldness and malice.

The coldness made him feel like he had entered the dead of winter, and the surrounding temperature did not seem to drop. The coldness radiated from the bottom of his heart, freezing all his happiness and hopes. The malice seemed to choose someone to eat, and an extremely dangerous feeling set off alarm bells in Owen's heart. He wanted to raise his wand and cast a spell at him.

This kind of momentum and sense of threat... Owen would never think that this thing has no offensive capabilities.

The black robe fluttered around Owen for half a circle, and the fluttering sleeves seemed to brush against his left arm unintentionally, causing the left half of his body to lose all feeling. The right half of his body was shivering with cold, and his heart was filled with tears. There was a sense of despair and pain. Owen bit the tip of his tongue, and it took him a while to free himself.

The black robe had floated to Voldemort's side, draped over him like a real robe, and then dissipated into black mist and disappeared.

"This is my guard." Voldemort observed the frightened young wizard opposite him with interest, and said in a good mood, "You can call it...the Dark Guard."

"Professor, is it really okay for you to release magic casually like this?" Owen moved his stiff cheeks, put on a frightened expression, and said words that seemed to be concerned, but in his heart he was thinking about the danger of this magic - it is very dangerous. ,no doubt! Is this really just a reverse use of the Patronus?

"I'm not as weak as you think." Voldemort said lazily, "I can still withstand this little magic."

"Now, use the same method to mobilize the strongest malice in your life, no matter what kind of malice it is." His pale fingers gently touched the wand in his hand, but his eyes were fixed on Owen, "The gesture remains unchanged, the spell It's the 'Dark Guard'."

Owen mobilized his malice of wanting to tear the guy opposite him into pieces, waved his wand steadily, and said expressionlessly: "Dark Guard!"

There was no response, and his attempt failed completely.

With a perfunctory attitude, Owen seemed to be waving his wand very seriously and hard again and again, until Voldemort's threatening words came lightly:

"It's just a basic spell like the Patronus Charm. If you can't finish it tonight, I'll have my guards come and play with you."

You really have nothing to do... Owen smiled brightly at him and became serious.

Owen couldn't possibly let Voldemort use that dark guard against him. That thing looked like a very powerful creation of dark magic. Who knows if he would take the opportunity to do anything to him!

He temporarily stopped reciting the incantation, and with a gloomy expression, he thought about the deepest malice he had ever had... the self that was buried deep in his heart.

That was already in the past life, but it is still fresh in my memory at this moment. Owen remembers that it was one day when he was twenty years old.

At that time, he had already become famous, but he felt increasingly empty inside. Until that day, he discovered a group of human traffickers during his journey for inspiration, and boldly got in.

That was the first time that he used his psychological methods, acting skills, professional knowledge and design abilities to do something other than a magic show. Stimulated by the evil he saw, he almost sent all the people to death. Dead end!

For the first time, Owen truly understood the meaning of magic as trickery. When he discovered that he had dozens of ways to make the other party die in confusion, and disguise everything as a simple accident, he became more excited than ever. He can easily take himself out and complete a perfect crime...

He was extremely excited and extremely frightened. Because he knows that he is not just to punish evil and promote good, but more to complete a perfect conspiracy! He pursues the pleasure of fooling people's hearts, controlling the overall situation, and causing others to walk towards destruction step by step without knowing it!

Fortunately, he did not allow that desire to develop unchecked in the end. He just tricked all the criminals into the police station and surrendered themselves to the trap.

From then on, he always used the magician's code and moral standards to strictly restrain himself, restrain the malice in his heart, and let himself live as a magician instead of a fraudster.

It is for this reason that Owen has always been afraid of black magic in his life, because it may turn him into a wanton devil! Even if that is his nature...

"Restrain, guide..." Owen closed his eyes and sank into the emotion at that time. When he opened his eyes again, his always clear and soft eyes were filled with deep teasing and malice.

"Dark Guard!" He chanted softly.