Hogwarts: I'm really not the third Dark Lord

Casting the Imperius Curse for the first time is an amazing experience.

Benson felt as if countless threads were extending from his wand and connected to the boy's head.

With just one thought, he could control the boy's every move, like a puppet on strings.

"Go to Diagon Alley and give me all your money."

Benson thought silently in his mind.

Then he saw the young man's steps swaying, but he immediately stabilized himself and stood still in place.

"Failed?" Benson was anxious. This was his first time using the Unforgivable Curse, so he didn't know how to deal with this situation.

[Butcher temperament]

【Touch of the Abyss】

Then, his feelings changed!

It was as if something poured from the young man's head, along the other end of the thread, into his body.

The next moment, his eyes blurred and he found himself in a strange place.

The sky is blood-red, the earth is blood-red, and there are countless corpses of grotesque creatures all around, piled up into a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

At the top of the mountain of corpses, a huge eyeball looked down——

"Ah!!!" Benson let out a miserable cry, covered his head and fell to his knees.

Blood trailed down his eyes, nostrils, and ears, and his whole person looked extremely terrifying.

The wild dog rushed up to him and hugged him, glaring at the young man: "You...you did...what?!"

……

Jerry only felt that time had stopped for a moment. When he came back to his senses, in front of him, the sloppy young man just now was being held in the arms of a strong man who didn't look very smart.

Looking at the bleeding from his orifices, he was really pitiful.

"Who rescued me?"

This was Jerry's first reaction, but then he heard the strong man's roar.

"what have you done?!"

"I didn't do anything!" Jerry was a little confused. Before he could do anything, the man fell down.

Wouldn't it be Porcelain?

The man was suffering from a serious illness and wanted to extort some medical expenses before he died. Jerry glanced at the young man and thought, well, it might be funeral money.

Seeing that Jerry was still "quibbling", the wild dog became surprisingly angry. He gasped and wanted to rush over and give the hateful boy a good beating.

Jerry was startled and hurriedly took out the Bagua stove from his arms.

As for why it's not a wand... with his current magic power, he can't cast any powerful destructive spells - even if he knows the spells.

The magic system of Hogwarts requires the trinity of spells, magic, and gestures to be successfully released.

With the advantage of his previous life, he certainly knew a lot of spells, such as "Expelliarmus", "Avatar Gnaws" and so on, but just reciting the spells was useless.

If the gesture is wrong, the magic power in the body is not up to standard, and nothing can be released. He has tried this many times in private.

This is exactly the meaning of the existence of Hogwarts. Otherwise, wouldn't it be enough to just give the little wizards spell books and let them learn on their own?

It's better to try simple and crude light cannon magic that only requires input of magic power.

If it is true as recorded in the diary, even his current magic power is enough to exert the power of an air gun.

Soon, the Bagua pattern was lit up, and a green light gathered at the mouth of the furnace...

Eh?Shouldn't it be white or gold?

[Basic Black Magic Mastery: Add special effects to your magic to make it look more like black magic]

This so-called special effect is just a color-changing skin?System, you are more careless than the MOBA game run by a certain penguin in your previous life!At least add a COOOOOOOL particle light effect!

"Stand... stop..."

Benson, who was lying on the ground extremely weak, was furious when he saw this, and shouted hurriedly.

That ominous green light, the soul-stirring strange aura...that's right, that's definitely the legendary Death Curse!

Moreover, the cylindrical "magic wand" held by the young man also gave him a very bad feeling. The simple pattern composed of lines of different lengths exuded a wonderful charm, and after looking at it for a long time, it seemed It seemed to suck his soul into it.

It seemed like the young man could easily pick up the spell without even needing to recite it. He had cast this spell many times in private, and he didn't know how many dead souls were contaminated under his hands.

The scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood that he just saw in the young man's soul was a true portrayal of his past experiences!

No wonder both the manager at Flourish and Blotts and Old Tom at the Leaky Cauldron are so afraid of teenagers.

If you think about it carefully, you will know that if it were not for the young man's powerful strength and ferocious nature, how could Dumbledore's name be so useful?

They may not be so afraid when facing Dumbledore himself!

I secretly laughed at them as Dumbledore's licking dogs, but it turns out that the clown is actually me? !

It's ridiculous that I just successfully cast the Soul Imperius Curse once, but I actually feel complacent.

Benson was so ashamed that he almost wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in, but before that, he had to persuade the wild dog back.

Even though Wild Dog has conducted many human experiments and its magic resistance is comparable to that of a troll, Benson doesn't think he can resist the life-killing curse.

Sure enough, when the wild dog heard this, he suddenly stopped the car, turned around and ran towards Benson happily.

He is just stupid, but not stupid.

Growing up, no matter how kind he showed his kindness, all he got from others was endless hatred and malice. Only the "little man" in front of him gave him a feeling of family, like... more Like an older brother.

So when he saw Benson being knocked to the ground instantly in an incomprehensible way, even though his legs were trembling a little, he still mustered up the courage to rush forward.

Now that he discovered that Benson was not dead, the joy in his heart immediately burst out, making him forget that he was still in the middle of a battle and ran towards Benson happily.

"Be careful!" Two inconsistent shouts sounded in his ears almost at the same time. The difference was that one of them was filled with panic and despair, while the other was a little... doubtful?

The next moment, the wild dog felt something stung his back.Immediately afterwards, an ecstasy of pleasure rose from the bottom of his heart, causing him to stop involuntarily.

"So comfortable... so sleepy... I really want to sleep..."

……

Seeing the wild dog being hit by a dazzling green light, Benson's heart seemed to stop beating.

The figure slowly falling to the ground was so tall and heavy in his eyes.

"Wild dogs!!!"

He let out a shrill cry of despair and ran over, rolling and crawling.

Seeing the other person's closed eyes and the peaceful smile on his face "before he died", Benson was immediately heartbroken!

"No one I care about will end well. Maybe this is my fate!"

He turned to look at Jerry with a calm expression on his face: "I brought him here... He doesn't even know what he is here for. You can kill me and I won't say a word... But he He is a good boy...you shouldn't kill him..."

"Kill me, I will turn into a ghost and follow you day and night, cursing you...until the day you die..."