A ruined Hogwarts

Owen lowered his eyes and looked at the pot of boiling potion. The white steam swirled up from the crucible, as if something was jumping and dancing in it, and finally turned into a sweet scent that filled the air.

The smell permeating the nasal cavity is quite pleasant, reminding me of slightly sour lemon cake. But after sniffing for a long time, Owen felt that there was a warm air flowing slowly in his body. This feeling was a little breathless, but it was so comfortable that it made him feel a little dazed, even on his pale cheeks. There was also a hint of drunken blush.

"Professor, actually the Fire Spell is not difficult to master. I don't think there is any need to waste your time." He raised his head and said slowly. After staying in this potion for a long time, he always had the illusion that he was being slowly cooked.

Although the Fire Curse has terrifying power, it is not a complicated black magic in itself. It is like the three unforgivable curses and can be used as long as the wizard is ruthless. If the Fire Curse didn't have a cure, it would probably be included in the list of Unforgivable Curses.

"Can I understand that you are still rejecting black magic?" Voldemort looked at him thoughtfully, his eyes deep and unpredictable.

"No, in fact, I think black magic is extremely fascinating." Owen looked at his palm, a bright smile slowly appeared on his face, and said in a very soft voice, "It is diverse, unpredictable, and extremely powerful. Being able to easily inflict pain on others, inflict pain that will last a lifetime and even kill others..."

Ever since he abused black magic that night in the black market, Owen has found that learning and using black magic has become a very enjoyable and fulfilling thing for him. He became increasingly indifferent to things that once felt cruel. If it were not for the restraint of reason, he felt that he might do something terrible.

Normally, the influence and erosion of black magic on wizards should be a subtle process that takes place over many years. The gradual increase in the evil intentions of wizards also means that the power of black magic is getting stronger and stronger. But the Black Magic Guard is indeed a cutting-edge black magic. It greatly speeds up this process, and at the same time, it also greatly improves Owen's learning efficiency and mastery of black magic. This means that as long as he concentrates on studying black magic, he will undoubtedly be able to achieve high achievements quickly.

Of course, this is actually not a good thing.

"I just think your health is important, Professor. I will go back to practice, and you can test me next time." Owen said with a smile, his eyes dark and deep.

"I still have this little strength." Voldemort waved his hand, "I'm very pleased that you can realize that your talent should not be wasted. However, the Fire Curse is a dangerous magic. Beginners can only use it if they don't control it well. Harm others and harm yourself, not to mention this is Hogwarts... I still have some experience in this aspect."

He stared deeply into Owen's eyes, and his voice was charming and magnetic: "You know? I think very highly of you, Owen. You are extremely talented, extremely smart, and bold. You have many excellent qualities that others do not have." I think you will become an indispensable helper to me. I look forward to the day when you will devote your eternal loyalty to me, Owen."

Owen was stunned for a moment. The person in front of him had a confident and calm demeanor in his words and deeds. It seemed that he could vaguely see how the young and handsome Dark Lord used his extraordinary charm to attract a large number of followers. or's.

So, is the Dark Lord trying to trick me? If you hadn't secretly stoked the fire under the crucible just now, I would have believed your lies!

Owen watched dumbly as Voldemort stretched out his hand to burn the flames under the cauldron even more naturally while talking and laughing, with several black lines hanging on his face. Immediately afterwards, he showed a look of surprise and emotion, with shame and sigh in his tone: "Professor, do you not mind that I was unwilling to sacrifice my life for you before, and even openly questioned your ideas?"

Isn't it just a show? Who is afraid of whom.

"Am I not such a stingy person, or is there someone else more worthy of your allegiance besides me?" Voldemort said leisurely, "For example, do you think Dumbledore might accept your surrender? A complete and utter failure in their eyes. The dark wizard... I am the only one who can help you reach the top. Even if you don't choose to be loyal to me in the end, we will not be enemies."

The corners of Owen's mouth twitched. Thank you for reminding me that I am a dark wizard. If you didn't tell me, I wouldn't have realized it yet!

But it has to be said that now he has indeed lost the basis for being trusted by Dumbledore. Rejected by white magic, unable to release a Patronus, killed people, and mastered very dangerous black magic... It seems that he is very dangerous to be around Harry! If he was exposed, he wouldn't be humanely destroyed by Dumbledore...

"I was really taken to a ditch." Owen rubbed his brows and stared at the huge prehistoric pit in front of him with resentment.

The prehistoric giant pit, who knew nothing about Owen's psychological activities, added some more ingredients to the potion, and then continued to speak: "It's getting late, let's get back to the issue of the Fire Curse."

Owen's expression returned to seriousness and he took out his wand from his pocket.

The Fierce Fire Spell allows the user to summon an extremely high-temperature magical fire with a black magic curse. The flame will become more and more powerful as more things are burned. Li Huo can mimic the form of some monsters. Once out of control, he will hunt down all flammable objects regardless of friend or foe.

The harm caused by the severe fire to people is cursed by black magic. Even if there are lucky people who can survive the severe fire, the burns on their bodies are difficult to fully recover. Many victims die wailing in pain for a period of time. It cannot be extinguished by water, but it can be terminated by the strongest curse "All Curses Are Ended". Of course, the larger the scale of the fierce fire, the harder it is to stop it.

"When you release the Fire Curse, you need to have the desire to destroy everything in your heart." Voldemort said softly, "But this is not the most important thing. For this spell, the first thing you should master is how to control it."

He took out his wand and waved it in the air. A small green flame emerged from the tip of the wand, making the surrounding air instantly hot and ominous. The small piece of green flame was leaping and struggling on the tip of the staff as if it were alive, trying its best to stretch out the tentacles of the flame around it. It looked extremely restless, but it was firmly bound to the tip of the staff and could not act recklessly.

"Look, what a restless little thing. It is always thinking about how to escape from its master's control." Voldemort said softly while looking at the flames, as if he was sizing up a cute little guy. He waved his hand and threw a few pieces of parchment into the flames. The papers turned into ashes almost instantly, but the fire became a little stronger, and it was about to turn into a small animal form.

"When you can control it, the fierce fire will follow your will and change into the shape you want, helping you attack your enemies, and it can be retracted and retracted freely." Voldemort shook his wand slightly, and the green flames were reluctant. It flickered for a moment, then went off with a pop.

"But when you lose control of it, it will turn into a monster that can't tell the difference between friend and foe, devouring everything around it. At this time, if you want to end it, you can only try the Ten Thousand Curses to End It." He used his admiring words. The tone said, "Of course, the most powerful thing about Li Huo is that after it loses control, its endless expansion of greed and cunning is enough to burn everything you want to destroy."

Owen listened to the other party's explanation with interest, waving the wand in his hand thoughtfully, keeping all the key points of the Fire Curse in mind.

"The idea of ​​not being able to loosen control..." he muttered to himself.

Without bothering to brew, the will to destroy naturally arose in his heart. Owen only tried a few times and successfully found the trick.

The wand trembled slightly as it was waved, and a group of bewitching purple flames burst out, dancing wildly in the air, illuminating everything around it.

Through the connection of the wand, Owen felt an extremely restless force, as if he was pulling the hooked fish in the water with a fishing rod. The fish was still struggling and swimming desperately, trying to break the invisible fishing line and get rid of him. bondage.

Owen's eyes were solemn and he was concentrating. Fortunately, the strength of Li Huo's struggle was not heavy, so he was able to do it with ease.

"Try where your limit is." Voldemort said with a chuckle. With a wave of his hand, some useless debris flew out from the corner of the room and fell into Owen's fierce fire one after another.

As each item was burned to ashes, Owen's purple flame became larger and larger, and as his thoughts condensed into the shape of a Chimera beast, it was beating restlessly in the air, a pair of The flame eyes stared at everything around them greedily.

After the flames expanded to half the size of an office, Owen still didn't feel any difficulty. His level of willpower and mental strength is no worse than that of an adult wizard. In addition, he now has an excellent affinity and talent for black magic, which has greatly improved his level of control over Li Huo.

Voldemort stopped his movements and said without any surprise on his face: "It seems that we can't test your limits tonight. Take it back."

Owen waved his wand and touched the coquettish purple fire. The Chimera beast formed by the flames raised its head reluctantly and neighed silently, and then went out quietly. The lingering heat slowly receded, leaving only a few scorch marks on the walls and ceiling.

Owen stroked his wand with a smile, feeling his heart filled with a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment, and his mood became happy, so happy that he wanted to set a fire.

"Oops, that's not good, I'm becoming more and more comfortable with black magic." He thought to himself. The wand in his hand always faithfully executes his will. It is not a unicorn hair wand core that is naturally resistant to dark magic. The phoenix tail feather wand core can adapt well to any magic, and the same is true for the walnut wand.

"Then, I have to take my leave, professor." Owen said with a smile as he glanced at the wall clock that was about to point to nine o'clock, then glanced at the crucible that was no longer steaming.

Voldemort nodded slightly, then took out a roll of parchment and handed it to him, saying with a deep smile: "This is the reward I promised you last time."

"I created my own flying spell. I know you are very interested in it." He said in a slightly hoarse voice.

Owen's eyes lit up and he raised his hand to grab the roll of parchment. Wow, is the Dark Lord so careful? It actually brings warmth! Use this method to seduce him...but he had to admit that such a Dark Lord was damn charming.

It's a pity that this is when the opponent is weak. When he swells up after resurrection, his brain will become a decoration...

"However, this curse is not as simple and crude as the Unforgivable Curse." Voldemort had no idea that Owen was slandering him in his heart, but patiently warned him, "It is a very complex and profound curse that involves damage to the body. Black magic transforms, so it is very dangerous and difficult to master, and it requires advanced black magic theory as a basis."

"In fact, I have rewarded this spell to some followers who have made meritorious deeds, but in the end only Severus was able to master it." He said softly, "I don't expect you to be able to master it in the near future. It also doesn’t want to see accidents happen due to your eagerness for quick success... I don’t think you are so stupid.”

"Of course, I have always been self-aware, Professor." Owen said "good night" with an elegant smile, put the parchment in his pocket, and then walked out of the door lightly.

In the office where only one figure was left, Voldemort squinted his eyes and cleaned the liquid in the cauldron. He appreciates this little wizard more and more. Fortunately, Quirrell's body can still support it for a while. If he can get the magic stone before his body collapses, taking Owen under his wing would be a good choice.

Owen thought on the way to the common room: "The Dark Lord is quite charming now. I can't bear to deal with him. It's a pity that he is plotting against my body and has tricked me so many times... No Will I still be human after being tricked?"

"At most... let him die more rhythmically this school year?"

As soon as he walked down the stairs, Owen came face to face with a dark figure. Professor Snape looked at him gloomily, as silent as a ghost, and his sallow face looked a bit strange in the dark night.

"You went to find Quirrell?" There was a mixture of disgust and solemn expression on his cold face.

"Ah, good evening, Professor Snape." Owen patted his still red cheeks and greeted him naturally with flawless etiquette. "That's right, I'm going to ask Professor Quirrell for some black advice." Defense Against Magic. You know, what he says in class is always vague and hard to understand."

Snape frowned and looked at Owen's expression carefully. After a long time, he said sarcastically in a smooth voice: "I think it will be difficult for Quirrell to explain some issues clearly to you..." He paused After a pause, he continued: "You can come to me."

"Thank you, Professor Snape." Owen said with a smile, and then added, "Actually, Professor Quirrell's theoretical level is very good, and I have indeed benefited a lot from him. It's just that he is too unconfident. Great for teaching...if only he could snap out of it."

Snape nodded slightly, his expression dark and unclear, and then strode past Owen. Then, he suddenly stopped, took a deep breath, and asked, "What does it smell like on you?"

"Huh?" Owen sniffed his sleeve and smelled a hint of sweetness that had almost dissipated. "It must be the smell of a pot of potion that Professor Quirrell brewed in his office. The professor can tell what it is. Potion?"

He looked at Snape expectantly, hoping to get some clues from the Potions Master.

Snape frowned and pondered. He could distinguish the taste of many medicinal materials from the smell, some of which were very precious, but he could not find the corresponding potion in his mind. It should be a secret formula. But judging from the combination of medicinal materials he identified, according to the principles of potion science and the combination of medicinal properties, this should be a precious potion with the effect of strengthening the body. As for whether it has other effects, it is not something that can be obtained from Owen. It can be easily distinguished from the almost non-existent smell.

While guessing Quirrell's purpose in brewing this potion, he said slowly: "A potion that is good for the body."

Owen blinked, breathed softly and said, "I see, Professor Quirrell does seem to need more replenishing." Even though the potion is harmless to the body, Voldemort's purpose is not pure.

Seeing that the curfew was approaching, Owen said goodbye to Snape and returned to the common room in time.

"However, Professor Snape saw me going to find Quirrell, so he must have noticed me now." Owen thought indifferently, holding Melete in his arms and stroking her hair.