A ruined Hogwarts

In the silence between the two parties, Owen slowly pulled out a copy of "Advanced Black Magic: The Unknown Dark Art". His slender, pale fingers gently brushed the black spine printed with dark patterns. The twisted pattern on the cover looked ferocious. Yet mysterious and cruel beauty.

He opened the hard-shell cover with silver edges, and a dark black vortex seemed to roll up on the title page. An evil and terrifying aura invaded his heart, but he was overcome by a cold and thin malice pouring out of his heart. It was defeated in an instant.

The books obediently returned to their original state, revealing the knowledge contained within them without reservation.

Owen raised his hand and rubbed his brows, watching with cold eyes as the strange influence brought by the Black Demon Guard helped him decipher the testing mechanism of each black magic book. He skillfully searched through the catalog and found the chapter on Horcruxes. He skipped the part about Horcruxes and finally found what he needed at the back of the table of contents.

“Dark transformations and transfigurations of dialogue magic.”

Owen turned to the corresponding page, ignored the uncomfortable illustrations on it, and focused on reading the description.

"...The dark transformation and deformation of white magic are very advanced black magic. This process is not just a reverse application, but an advanced transformation that can only be completed by a black magic master, and it is extremely dangerous... …”

"But the rewards of this kind of dangerous behavior are also very rich. When the light burns out, the remaining darkness becomes more intense. The black magic transformed from white magic is often more unpredictable and has infinite uses. For example..."

What followed were a few specific examples, but Irving skipped them. However, "it is extremely dangerous"... Voldemort really had bad intentions when he taught him this magic.

"...It is worth mentioning that for some extremely special white magics, such as the Patronus Charm, their black magic transformation is particularly difficult and profound. It involves the most advanced dark art concepts and is undoubtedly cutting-edge. dark magic……"

"The Patron Saint Spell is not only the most positive emotional feedback of the wizard, but also represents a part of the secret self in the wizard's body. It is praised by good people as the hope and dawn in the darkness. There is no doubt that the dark magic transformation of the Patron Saint is not only It means annihilating part of one's positive emotions, and it also betrays and corrupts the light of human nature."

"Only the craziest and most evil dark wizards would come up with this idea, but they often don't have their own patron saint at all. From ancient times to the present, there are very few wizards who can perform black magic transformation on their own patron saint. , almost all of them have become the most notorious dark wizards, the exception is because they died too early..."

"The author's point of view is that only those wizards who hide the terrifying dark side in their hearts but have not been inspired can possibly complete this transformation, but there is a lack of practical experimental basis. It is undeniable that this transformation is dangerous Extremely high. If you try too hard, you will easily get backlash or even be cursed..."

"During this transformation, the patron saint who originally symbolized light began to decline in darkness and pain. What emerged from that despairing body was an empty shell filled with extreme malice and corruption, possessing mysterious and unpredictable qualities. The terrifying power. This process is obviously irreversible. It is the prelude to the fall and the beginning of strength."

"Wizards who have completed this transformation will have an incredible improvement in their compatibility with black magic, and will be able to achieve great dark achievements more easily and quickly. In contrast, they will be repulsed by white magic and will no longer be able to learn it. Advanced white magic requires more effort when using simple white magic..."

"Maybe it has more wonderful uses, but given that there are so few examples, more information is not known."

Owen looked at the description in the book with some absent-mindedness, and his dark eyes looked blankly at the dome reflecting the light cyan sky.

Madness, evil, depravity, darkness...are these words talking about him?

How could he, a beginner, learn dark magic that could be included in the same book as a Horcrux? But what if the Dark Guardian has unfathomable terrifying power? Why didn't he feel it?

The most important thing is that his patron saint... seems to be unable to come back?

Voldemort is a real dog!

"Is it really going to be dark this time?" Owen rubbed his eyebrows with a headache, then slumped on the ground and looked up at the sky, like a salted fish that had lost its dream.

Melete looked at him with her round head strangely tilted, a hint of helplessness flashed in her golden pupils, then she walked and jumped onto his lap, gently licking his fingertips with her soft little tongue.

Humph, I can't help but comfort you.

The childish behavior of the kitten made Owen recover from his daze. He stroked Melete's furry head and couldn't help laughing.

Forget it, maybe he will choose to study black magic, but before that, he will still find ways to avoid the side effects of black magic affecting his mind. Nothing actually changes. You cannot believe everything in the book. What the predecessors thought was impossible may not be the truth. You still have to create the future by yourself.

"Speaking of which, the Ravenclaw method may be a direction worth considering."

Although Ravenclaw himself failed and faced unexpected side effects, Owen had the backing of wall space and countless opportunities for trial and error.

"But I still can't find the reason why Voldemort changed his attitude towards me at that time. He must have been targeting me in some way that I don't understand." Owen put the book back on the bookshelf and thought to himself, " Maybe the Dark Guard has some unknown secrets..."

"Whatever, let's send Voldemort away as soon as possible. It seems that we need to design the stage carefully." It is nothing more than designing a series of event chains in the name of "help", and finally letting the story end in an unexpected and dramatic way... This This is what Irving is best at.

While thinking about the messy things in his mind, Owen casually copied the books on the bookshelf one by one into his wall-facing space. It wasn't until he copied most of the Charms bookshelf that he said goodbye to Metis and left the secret room.

Before leaving this corridor, he looked back at the direction of the Room of Requirement, thought about it, and finally did not choose to get the crown that had been made into a Horcrux.

Not to mention that he was now under Voldemort's nose. The Horcrux itself was not easy to mess with, not to mention that it was a Horcrux made during Voldemort's heyday, and there might be some difficult curse on it. This kind of hot potato, even if Owen takes it out in advance, is just a place to hide, so it is better to let it stay where it is.

Owen muttered as he walked around the corner. Suddenly, a strange laugh came, and what came to him was a twisted, strange face. The comically fat facial features were circling around on the chubby face, and he quickly rushed towards him with a weird face and a weird smile. A nose with two ears and wings was spitting out crazily from that terrifying big mouth. .

"Meow-" Melete was so frightened that she raised her four legs high and instantly took off from Owen's shoulders.

Owen, who was also startled, instinctively flung out his hand and flew out a special silver playing card. The sharp edges pierced the strange face in front of him with extremely concentrated force. A long gash was cut on the strange face in an instant, and then pink mist popped out, jumping up and down in the corridor.

Owen then took out his wand and stared at the thing warily, and found out angrily that it was just a prank balloon. He also saw the Weasley twins hiding aside, holding their stomachs and laughing, looking at it with regret. holding a broken balloon.

"What are you doing?" Owen asked with vacant eyes. Melete jumped up to the two of them in anger, stretched out her little paws and clawed at their ankles wildly, and then the brothers held her head down and patted her until she snored in comfort.

Spineless guy! Owen didn't see the virtue of his little kitten.

The twins winked and communicated with their eyes for a while, then stared at him with bright eyes and said, "Hey, Shafiq, what do you think of the little toy we made?"

"Barely." Owen commented with a half-smile as he looked at the two faces in front of him that seemed to have seen prey.

"Ha, yes, we like picky customers." The brothers smiled kindly, "This is just the initial experimental version, and it needs to be improved again and again! We are the most professional when it comes to pranks... So, do you have any investment? What’s your plan?”

Fred: "You are a person who likes Muggle institutions. You will definitely be able to discern what brilliant prospects this has!"

George: "Yes, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and a very profitable business for you!"

The two brothers sang and sang in harmony, talked brilliantly, and worked hard to promote themselves. They have been suffering from lack of money recently, and seeing Irving now is like seeing an angel investor.

"..." Owen crossed his shoulders and listened with a critical look on his face. He nodded from time to time, and finally said slowly, "I can try to invest thirty galleons."

"So much!" The brothers couldn't stand it anymore. God knows, they originally only wanted to kidnap five galleons, or even one galleung!

"Is it much?" Owen put on a very puzzled expression and teased them seriously, "Sorry, I have no idea about money."

The twins clenched their fists, but they still grinned at him with a slightly ferocious smile. Ah, I really want to hit someone.

After the incident came to an end, Owen waved his hand and walked away. Fred then winked at George and said proudly: "Let me tell you, he is indeed a victim!"

"That's right, it's the sponsor's father now." Owen's voice floated over with a haunting voice.