A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 104 Explained
After the heavy snow, there will be continuous rainy days, the sky is always gray all day long, the air is humid and cold, and the raindrops falling from time to time are even more icy cold.Few people are willing to go outside, only the players of the Quidditch team will train tirelessly on the field.

Owen moved his eyes away from the players flying around in the rain outside the window, looked deeply and calmly at Quirrell who was sitting across from him, who was well dressed, and blinked lively at him, Jokingly: "Professor Quirrell, it's really gratifying to see that your taste has become so good recently."

As he said that, Owen waved his magic wand lightly, helped tidy up the messy office, and said in a thoughtful and caring tone: "Of course, I think it's not enough to just pay attention to the appearance. To cultivate an elegant temperament, you need to learn from your daily life. Starting from the details in the office, such as making the office a little tidier first?"

"You seem to be very concerned about this matter?" Quirrell looked at him with flickering eyes, his face was so pale that he seemed to fall down at any time.

"Of course, who doesn't want their companion to be a charismatic and charismatic character? Confident, elegant, intelligent, powerful, and full of charm." Owen smiled sincerely, his eyes narrowed into crescent moons, "Besides, The respected Dark Lord is on you, you have to make yourself worthy of the Dark Lord's level and style, right? This is the necessary respect."

That's right, Voldemort, for you.You have to have class and style, and you’d better not lose your mind, or take the route of a stupid beauty and concentrate on being a mascot, so you must have a nose and hair!Owen considers himself a pretty dog, maybe he thinks you look good so he really messes with you!

"Huh? Is there something wrong with my thoughts?" Owen looked at the gray sky outside the window with empty eyes, feeling that he was more and more fond of playing dead.

Hearing Owen mentioning the Dark Lord, a trace of fear flashed in Quirrell's eyes, because of his increasingly weak body and the disappointment and indifference shown by the Dark Lord.If he didn't get the Philosopher's Stone again, he felt that he was going to die.

Thinking of this, he looked at Owen with a ferocious and crazy expression: "Why did you save Harry Potter?"

Owen thought it was so, but on the surface he was stunned for a moment, and said innocently: "Save him? You mean the time he was bitten by a poisonous spider? So it was your hands and feet."

"Yeah, just put a poisonous spider bound by a holding spell on him, and when the spell wears off and the spider bites him angrily, Harry Potter will die accidentally. But you destroy My plan!" Quirrell's expression collapsed.Even if he couldn't get the Philosopher's Stone temporarily, as long as he could kill Potter, that would be a great contribution.The master will reward him, and never watch him weaken with indifference as he is now.

"That's such a pity." Owen grinned awkwardly, and then said seriously, "Then you should at least discuss it with me in advance. In fact, Harry just drank the drink I handed him that night , and then suddenly fell down, it looked as if I had poisoned him."

Owen raised his forehead helplessly: "I accepted the task of monitoring Harry from the Dark Lord, and I was a little guilty. In addition, when I came back from here last time, I bumped into Professor Snape. He was very keen to watch Harry. He smelled the potion on my body and knew that I was in contact with you, so he has been paying attention to me these days."

"Professor Quirrell, what do you think I should do in this situation? Harry Potter fell to the ground after drinking my water, and I just watched him poisoned to death. Someone found out that I was still carrying bezoars, but I didn't use them for him..." Owen spread his hands, "Even if I'm not arrested, I will be fired, right?"

"Although I found out afterwards that it wasn't my drink that was the problem, I had no choice but to take such an action to protect myself. What's more, even if I didn't save him, he probably wouldn't die. Because when I checked with the magic spell, I found that There is a strange wave of magic power on Harry, which should have been secretly arranged by Dumbledore, I think if Harry's life is really in danger, Dumbledore will definitely arrive in time."

Owen said sincerely: "Professor Quirrell, I actually don't care about Harry's death, but next time you take any action, please don't hide it from me. At least let me stay away first, so as not to inadvertently destroy it." up your plan."

"My relationship with Harry is relatively close, which is my advantage, and why is it not a constraint?" He said softly, his voice was like a distant whisper, "As long as I show the slightest abnormality by his side, I will Focused attention and investigation."

"You're not loyal enough! For the Dark Lord, everything is worth it!" Quirrell said with trembling lips, not forgetting to take the opportunity to show his loyalty.

"Enough, Quirrell. Abandon the plan against Harry Potter. Dumbledore has become vigilant. You can't kill him at Hogwarts. It's been too long to focus on the Philosopher's Stone, whether it is I'm still you, I can't wait for long... Now, I'm going out." Voldemort's indifferent voice sounded in Quirrell's mind, making him shiver.

Owen saw that the expression of Quirrell, who was sitting across the table, changed. His expression was no longer fearful and crazy, but turned into a condescending look and a half-smile.

"Professor, good afternoon." Owen's expression immediately became a little more solemn, "I unintentionally ruined Professor Quirrell's plan, I am very sorry and sorry for that."

"Everyone has selfishness, I can forgive you for your unintentional mistake." Voldemort looked at him thoughtfully.He squinted his eyes, feeling Quirrell's body on the verge of collapse, and there was a touch of greed and desire in the depths of his eyes looking at Owen.A young body, full of vigor and vitality, a body tailored for him... He can't wait any longer.

It's only a little bit close, and after a while, it will be fully "mature".

Owen suddenly felt a chill. He watched Voldemort wave his hand to summon a pure gold cauldron, and filled it with medicinal materials. He rolled his eyes inwardly.

Concoct me with the crucible I sent, how can you be worthy of me!Owen glanced at a certain thick-faced and dark-hearted Dark Lord, and silently changed to a more upright sitting posture.

"Do you know what potion this is?" Voldemort's voice came slowly, with a hint of playfulness.

"I met Professor Snape when I left here last time. He said it was a kind of potion that is good for the body." Owen responded with a smile, "Professor Quirrell's body seems to be getting weaker and weaker. I think he really needs to make up more."

Voldemort smiled meaningfully. He looked at Owen's pale face, and felt a similar aura from the little wizard in front of him.

"Summon your dark demon guard." He narrowed his eyes.

Owen didn't ask why, but just pulled out his wand and said the spell softly.Regardless of whether Voldemort could see what he had done, that was already an established fact, unless the other party had a way to destroy the dark magic transformation he had completed.

Accompanied by the turbulent malice in his heart, a pitch-black shadow appeared behind him, brushing the hem of his cloak lightly against his palm, and the ensuing cold made the flames under the crucible dim suddenly.

Voldemort looked at it carefully for a moment, and suddenly laughed in a good mood.He looked at Owen with a smile, and said slowly, "Did you kill someone during the holiday?"

Owen slightly raised his eyes that were covered with mist, smiled brightly and said in a very pleasant tone: "Yes."

Not only did they kill people, but they also raided your lair and abducted your snake.

Feeling the dark and distorted magic power that filled Owen's body, and the suddenly stronger but more evil spiritual power, Voldemort's expression was a little relieved, and there was more playfulness.

Perhaps the little wizard in front of him hasn't realized that he himself has completely fallen into darkness.

Although it was more for a better body, Voldemort was relieved to see a talented young wizard finally embarking on the right path.He has always been confident in being a professor.

To be honest, Owen is a little surprised that he has not taken this step until now.Under his influence, Owen completed the Dark Magic Guard, a black magic transformation that is unforgivable in the eyes of others, at the most unstable stage of mind and magic power. Under the impetus and feedback of cutting-edge black magic and the Unforgivable Curse, he walked Getting to this point is inevitable.

Thinking of this, Voldemort felt a little pity again.Owen's life experience and talent destined him to become one of his most powerful followers, and he even has a good mind, especially now that it is impossible for him to be accepted by Dumbledore's stubborn old man.But if he is occupied by himself, even if he is already very suitable for possession, this process will inevitably destroy his spirit and mind...

"Congratulations, you are on the right path," said Voldemort softly. "How are you doing with what I entrusted to you?"

"The right way..." Owen raised his eyebrows, is it the way of black magic?
In the state of summoning the black demon guard, his mood was cold and indifferent but a little relaxed, and he said seriously: "Ask about the three-headed dog from Hagrid, and I am learning about various magical animals from him step by step. .In two months at most, I will definitely get information about the three-headed dog."

He estimated the progress of his preparations for the performance, and proposed a deadline after deliberation.Although he was no longer afraid of Voldemort's possession, he was confident now, but in order to prevent Voldemort from losing his patience and affecting his plan, he decided to give a deadline.Waiting without seeing the way forward is the most anxious thing, but when there is hope, people will become more patient.

"Are you sure?" Voldemort's indifferent eyes seemed to look into the depths of his heart, "If you can't do it, I will be very angry."

"I'm sure, professor." Owen assured with a serious face.

That being the case, there is no need to rush to occupy his body.Quirrell can last a while, and there is still some unicorn blood left... Voldemort thought calmly.

"Ah, by the way, Professor. I made a major discovery about Harry." Owen suddenly said excitedly.

"...Harry suspected that Professor Snape was plotting the Sorcerer's Stone, and followed him with us that night... Later, we encountered two figures in black cloaks, one named Treve and the other Lilith. They claimed to be members of the Aether Society, and sneaked into Hogwarts early, with the goal of obtaining the Sorcerer's Stone, and observing and researching what power Harry Potter has..."

"The Aether Society?" Voldemort sneered, "This little-known small organization dares to plot against Dumbledore. It seems that Dumbledore is becoming less and less deterrent." He felt a little emotional and disappointed Well, Dumbledore is still old after all. Seeing such a powerful wizard gradually come to an end has deepened his obsession with immortality.

"However, judging from that man's words, the Ethereal Society seems to be a secret organization with a long history, and even showed a disrespectful attitude towards you." Owen said with a slight bow, "Of course, it's not ruled out that it's their boasting."

"Continue talking." Voldemort tapped the tabletop with no expression of joy or anger.

"They seem to be about to find a way to pass the three-headed dog, and that man wants to kill Harry and turn him into a collectible." A strange expression appeared on Owen's face, "Later, Harry showed A special power."

"Harry's hand seems to have a kind of identification ability, and dense blisters will appear on the hands of suspicious people touched by him. I don't know what the nature of this ability is, but I think it is a kind of identification of maliciousness or The ability of evil forces." Owen said evasively.

He had to alert Quirrell and Voldemort to Harry's temptations, lest Harry accidentally find the right one.At the same time, he only described Harry's ability as "identifying maliciousness and causing blisters", so that they would not be too jealous-after all, who would believe that Harry's loving hug would be fatal?
"He shakes everyone's hand these days just to identify suspicious people?" Voldemort tapped his finger on the table. "So, did he shake hands with you?"

Owen blinked his eyes and said: "I've held it, but I'm fine. Maybe it's because I'm not special enough, or I haven't thought of killing him for the time being? No matter what his ability is, I just hope that you, the professor, can be more careful. "

"Quirrell told me that he once shook hands with Harry Potter at the Leaky Cauldron," Voldemort said slowly.

"Ah, that's good. As long as Professor Quirrell doesn't change much, he shouldn't be recognized by Harry." Owen looked relieved.

Listening to what Owen seemed to say unintentionally, Voldemort's expression became a little more dignified.Quirrell had indeed changed, and a great deal, because he hadn't possessed him yet.Just in case, it seems that Quirrell has to be on guard.

"This information is very valuable, you continue to talk." He nodded.

Owen continued to evade the important things that night, and told the nine truths and one falsehood. After telling the story, he waited quietly and dispersed the black demon guards.

The two of them didn't speak for a long time, until the graceful lavender steam rose from the office, bringing a strong fragrance similar to the fragrance of flowers.In his mind, Voldemort perfected the plan of keeping an eye on the restricted corridor on the fourth floor, following the etheric society to eat black people, and slowly said: "Then, let's start today's lecture. If you can't make a contribution, this should be the last time."

"You have already learned the Confusion Curse, so the only thing left is the Curse of Ending Curse." He unhurriedly listed the main points of this top-level curse, although his greatest achievement was in the field of black magic, But this by no means means that he is not good at other aspects, but the casual opinions can benefit Owen a lot.

"This is a profound solution to the curse for you, and it will take you a while to master it." Voldemort looked at Owen with his fingers crossed gracefully, and said softly, "So, in terms of black arts, today you can choose what to learn .”

Oh, today is quite humane, you also want to take the path of teaching students in accordance with their aptitude?Owen joked in his heart, thinking about his own weaknesses, and then said with a smile: "Curse."

(End of this chapter)