The White Lord Professor at Hogwarts

Over the next few days, Ricardo spent the next few days learning dark magic from Voldemort.

Black magic is also called black witchcraft, which is evil magic.The main purpose is to harm others, and through methods such as placing poisons, curses, secret rituals, and writing charms, it achieves the purposes of murder, illness, confusion, enslavement, and framing of blame, so that people can be harmed unknowingly.

Some people say that black magic is the jurisdiction of the devil. With the help of a large group of evil spirits or demons, the devil is able to carry out his evil work; and those who help the devil can use the power of black magic.

"The book is just nonsense," Voldemort glanced disdainfully at the "How to Control Your Dark Magic" in Ricardo's hand. "Dark magic has never been about making a deal with the devil, but about mobilizing inner emotions."

Talking about his best ability, Voldemort instantly became passionate: "What is black magic? It is the purest power of destruction in the world! It is the secret technique that can destroy the world! It is the magic that all great people must obtain!"

"You know Mudblood, our power can only be inspired by extremely powerful mages, and out of fear and respect for their talents, people call these mages dark wizards! So you should kneel down and thank me, I gave you a The road to the top of the world!"

However, powerful power can corrupt the minds of mortals, so the black magician unconsciously embarks on a path of destruction.Ricardo held "How to Control Your Dark Magic" and recalled a sentence in the book.

"Adventurers who embark on the path of the dark wizard will become messengers of destruction, and can completely destroy any enemy who stands in their way by the power of their own will. Therefore, if you want to use black magic satisfactorily, you must first freely control your emotions .”

"What emotions can release black magic?" Ricardo asked at the right time.

"Sin!" Voldemort said decisively, "Sinful enough! Violent enough! As long as you face the world with extreme hatred, you will have the power to destroy the world!"

"Mudblood, I think you know the ancient Greek monk Evagrius Pontegus, right? He and Gregory I are the only two Mudblood names I remember."

"I do not know."

"I think you don't know either," Voldemort mocked disdainfully, "but maybe you know his other name very well, that is the holy ancestor of our dark wizards."

He stretched out his wand and carefully uttered a few shocking words in the air.

HerpotheFoul

"Despicable Haierbo?!" Ricardo exclaimed!

"Surprised, aren't you? The other person is a researcher of theology!" Voldemort was very satisfied with the surprise in his eyes. "This fact also makes me firmly believe that the darkness does not come from my experience, but from my existence. After all, just Even such a noble man has fallen into darkness.”

"...You are so confident."

Voldemort seemed not to have heard the irony in his words and continued: "The monk Evagrius Pontegus observed that people at that time were gradually becoming self-centered, especially arrogant, so he defined eight types of The evil deeds that damage one's spirituality are gluttony, lust, greed, lamentation, wrath, conceit, and arrogance."

"Then, he used the power of the eight evils to create a spell, which was more than twice as powerful as the ordinary spell. As a result, he discovered the greatest black magic in the world and became the 'despicable Herbo' in the wizard's mouth."

“In the late sixth century, Pope Gregory I reduced those eight sins to seven, grouping conceit with pride, lamentation with sloth, and adding envy.”

"His ranking criterion is the degree of violation of love. The order is: pride, envy, anger, sloth, greed, gluttony and lust."

Speaking of this, Voldemort seemed a little angry: "According to love? It's a joke, it's just a cover for jealousy."

"If you ask me, jealousy and greed are the strongest existences! Only with them can we have the motivation to move forward!"

He took a sip of water and concluded:

"This is the most basic classification of black magic. Only when you have experienced seven levels of sin can you become a strong person who can destroy the world. Our magic is also born from this."

"You've been talking for so long, do you mean that if you want to understand black magic, you have to successfully commit a crime?" Ricardo raised his wand again, "That's impossible. Not doing evil is my basic rule. , otherwise, with my abilities, wouldn’t I be able to make money through smuggling and the like?”

"Learn dark magic without wanting to do evil," Voldemort tasted these words playfully, "Are you too naive?"

"You still have the nerve to say that?" Ricardo said tit for tat, "If it weren't for you, why would I want to learn this? I'm here just to control, not to kill; just to master, not to own."

"Oh, should I call you...Silva Saint?"

"Put your mind away, Tom Riddle," Ricardo once again looked at the unjust case, "If I hadn't been clear about the principal's thoughts, I would have done away with the harm for the people."

"You are so willing to crawl at Dumbledore's feet?"

Voldemort suddenly opened his arms, as if he wanted to hug something.

"We are the same kind of people! We hate rules, have extraordinary talents, and deserve to be respected by others! Only we can lead wizards to glory! Dumbledore, the strongest wizard, is just a stumbling block for us! You and I are both free Why are you so superior to others? You are also a powerful wizard, why can't you become the master? Don't you have such ambition?"

"Are you going to brainwash me every time you say something in class?" Ricardo sneered, "Also, you are even calling me a Mudblood, why should I turn to you?"

"This is the last chance I give you," Voldemort said arrogantly, "Submit to me, and I will lead you to conquer the world!"

"Then I can't associate with you anymore," Ricardo said expressionlessly, "I don't want to deal with a lunatic like you, no matter how many times you say it. Okay, Voldemort, continue your teaching."

"What a pity..." Voldemort shook his head, seeming to be sighing or mocking.

"Let's continue our agreement. The invention of the Black Curse is based on these seven sins..."

……

Christmas is coming.One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts School woke up from a dream and found that the surroundings were covered with several feet of snow and the lake was covered with hard ice.Several owls flew through the windy and snowy sky to deliver the mail. After experiencing a lot of hardships, they had to regain their strength under Hagrid's care before they could continue to take off.

The students are eagerly looking forward to the holidays.Although fires burned brightly in Hogwarts' common rooms and great halls, the drafty corridors became bitingly cold, and the classroom windows rattled in the biting wind.

The fifth graders are just restless and trying to find ways not to do their homework, and the seventh graders are already skipping class.One by one, they raised their hands and said what made them uncomfortable. Then they walked out of the classroom under the envious eyes of all the students and went to the medical wing to pretend to be treated.