A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 105 Curse
"curse……"

Hearing Owen's answer, Voldemort repeated with great interest, and sighed softly: "This is an extremely fascinating field in the dark arts. It is complex, magnificent and colorful, and it happens to be a field that I am very good at."

Owen sniffed the aroma of the potion in the air, with a look of expectation on his pale cheeks.

He casually glanced at the steaming cauldron, the lavender mist looked dreamy.By the way, why are the potions boiled by Voldemort so fragrant?Obviously, most potions taste weird.Could it be that the Dark Lord has noticed my cleanliness, so he specially adjusted the flavor to suit his liking?If this is the case, then this is too considerate...

Owen was almost moved by his brain power, and the smile on his face became even brighter.Well, let's set a small goal first, one day add some seasoning to the Dark Lord's potion.

Voldemort's words came slowly, waking him up from the state of cranky thinking: "...Using curses, you can make a person feel miserable and even die miserably from thousands of miles away. Once the curse fails, the caster often wants to Take the risk of backlash, of course, as long as you are strong enough, backlash is nothing but an insignificant episode."

"The forms of curses are ever-changing. You can curse a person's body from the inside out, and the most powerful of them are blood, flesh, and bone. Curses corrupt and deform people, and even create diseases and spread plagues, while curses aimed at bones are often extremely lethal."

"But they are just curses on the body. When you go deep enough in this field, you can curse people's spirit and magic power, even the soul, and even curse some conceptual things..."

Voldemort's narration was full of admiration and bewitchment, and Owen couldn't help thinking along with his description, his heart was pounding with excitement.It is obviously such a cruel black magic, but it makes Owen feel very much looking forward to it.

"Is this guy trying to seduce me again, or is it that I've finally started to pervert?" Owen licked his lips, and the smile on his face actually had a strange meaning.

Turning his eyes slightly, he suddenly asked curiously: "It is rumored that the professorship of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class at Hogwarts is cursed, and no one can stay in this position for a full year. Professor, what do you think? What do you think? Can someone really curse a position?"

Owen carefully observed the expression on the other person's face, and it was really a perfect question to ask the rumored master.

Voldemort glanced at him with a half-smile, then looked at the increasingly dim sky outside the window, and those figures still flying around tirelessly on the field, and said softly: "Of course, this is an interesting curse." , I also spent a lot of thought at the beginning."

"You mean, the professor cursed you?" Owen raised his eyebrows.Although he was psychologically prepared, he was still surprised when he heard the other party's acknowledgment.Can the curse really do this?

Voldemort didn't deny it, but just said lightly: "When you go deep enough in a certain field, you will find that the things you didn't dare to think about in the past are actually just things that are within your reach. It's just a curse. When you With enough media and obsession, it is actually not difficult to complete it."

How obsessive this must be... Owen slandered.

"Yeah, I used to really want to get the position of professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts." Voldemort looked far away at a tall tower outside the window, as if talking to himself, "Actually, I have always liked this school of."

"You are the best professor." Owen said sincerely.It's just that if Dumbledore really hired this person, would Defense Against the Dark Arts become a Dark Arts class?

Owen couldn't help but think of the scene where black magic is rampant at Hogwarts, where first-year students are proficient in the Unforgivable Curse, and second-year students are murderous... Thinking about it, it still feels a little emotional.

Owen smiled deeply and twirled the wand in his hand. Wasn't that how he himself was trapped into the path of black magic?But a young wizard at this age will go crazy if he learns too much black magic. In fact, he feels that he is a little inclined.

Voldemort looked away from the window leisurely, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and gave Owen a playful look. He didn't continue this topic, but said lightly: "I happen to have a curse that is very suitable for you to learn."

Owen straightened his back even more, and his posture became more correct.There is no doubt that the person in front of him is probably the most skilled wizard in curse magic in the world today.

Whether it's a curse on a position, or otherwise.For example, when Voldemort cast a spell on his own name at the peak of his power, once someone called his name directly, his location would be perceived. Owen believed that this must involve knowledge of curses.Even the Dark Mark invented by the other party, in Owen's view, is more like a variant of the curse. Once it is branded, it is extremely difficult to remove, but it only adds many functions.

"Curses allow you to injure your enemies without having to face to face. Of course, there are dangers involved." Voldemort said slowly, "First of all, you need a medium. It can be something on the person you want to curse , the more important and closely related the easier it is to succeed, for example, a hair is not as effective as a drop of blood."

"But sometimes, the name of the other party or even your own obsession can become your medium. Of course, such a curse is very profound, and it often requires you to pay some price yourself."

Owen nodded thoughtfully. I am afraid that such a curse will cost a lot, right?Otherwise, Voldemort can just kill the enemies one by one according to their names.Of course, it doesn't rule out that the other party doesn't bother to pay any price to curse those little guys he looks down on, and it's very difficult to curse Dumbledore.

He took out a notebook and recorded it, while listening carefully.

"Besides, the more you understand the cursed person, the closer you are to him, the stronger your magic power is, and the stronger your will is, the easier it is for the curse to succeed." Voldemort said quietly, "If you are willing to pay a higher price, it is not impossible to curse someone who is stronger than you, but once this situation suffers backlash, the result will be extremely tragic, and you don't want to go through it."

Owen smiled, nodded and said, "I understand, Professor."

"Then, what I'm going to teach you is about the curse of flesh." Voldemort said with a smile, "Let people's flesh and blood decay and decay, and die in pain and despair. Even if you save your life, you will face irreparable damage for life... Isn't this the best gift you can give to your enemies?"

Owen nodded with a chuckle, and silently listened to the in-depth teaching that followed, while not forgetting to write down the main points in his notebook.

When the sky outside the window completely darkened and the office returned to silence, Owen realized that it was almost dinner time.

"Before you go, try it." Voldemort pulled out another caged mouse from the side.

Owen glanced at the ignorant mouse, wondering how much the Dark Lord hated mice.If Peter Pettigrew saw this scene, I don't know how he would feel.

Owen shook his head, swung his wand and pulled off one of the mouse's whiskers, and placed it on the table in front of him.He pointed at the long mouse whisker with the tip of his wand, and quickly reviewed the main points of the curse in his mind, and suddenly a raging malice surged out along the wand.

"Flesh and flesh rot." He slowly recited the spell, his voice sounding extremely cold.

The beard pointed by the tip of the stick quickly became black and curly, and finally turned into a small pool of black ash.At the same time, Owen felt that his own curse magic was being transmitted along a dark connection, and under his maintenance, it seemed to be applied to the distant mouse through an invisible channel.

The mouse suddenly let out a sharp howl, and the skin under its gray hair began to congest and swell, and then large black boils emerged, which finally turned into black horrible wounds.The flesh in the wound quickly rotted and became foul-smelling. In just half a minute, the mouse became shriveled and blackened, like a rotting corpse that had been dead for many days, but it was still twitching in pain.

Owen watched this scene indifferently, ruthlessly maintaining the erosion of the curse, and analyzed it coldly and calmly in his heart.Once this kind of curse is applied to a person, life is definitely worse than death. Even if they are alive, they will be disfigured and disabled, and they will become neither human nor ghost. It is better to die.

The biggest effect of this curse is obviously torture rather than death. Even a mouse without magic power took a full 5 minutes to completely move.Owen cleaned up the mess silently, then left with a calm face.

It wasn't until he was on the way to the auditorium that he began to feel nauseated and nauseous.

He went downstairs slowly, and in the gorgeous oil painting hanging beside the stairs, people in different clothes were visiting the door lively.Owen froze for a moment with a pensive expression, put his palm in his pocket, and gently stroked his wand.It was only then that he realized that when he cast black magic just now, he felt like a fish in water. Most importantly, that kind of malice came from himself, not from the black magic guard as before.

"This is the change brought about by the black magic deformation?" Owen tilted his head thoughtfully.That malice seemed to have crept into his nature more quietly than ever.He can use his soul to occupy and control the Black Demon Guard, but in turn, the Black Demon Guard is quietly affecting him.

If a person can be malicious anytime and anywhere and use black magic smoothly and freely, is this person evil?

Obviously, yes.Owen immediately came to this answer.

"This is the consequence?" Owen murmured to himself, and then slowly raised the corners of his mouth, "I didn't expect that I pushed myself."

But at least he succeeded. He can realize his own problems, maintain a rational and clear understanding of himself, and will not become paranoid and crazy unintentionally, and will never lose his mind and engage in some confusing behavior .For example, Voldemort's paranoid pursuit of immortality, many dark wizards have become cruel and gloomy, and even appear gloomy and sneaky, don't care about their own image, don't care about mess and other eccentricities...

"Tsk, that's it." Owen smiled.His ability to accept has always been very strong, and the current state is not difficult for him to accept, at least he can guarantee that all the choices he makes are from himself, and the malice will not spread endlessly.

The biggest difference between humans and animals is that humans can control their own instincts.Owen has always had a steelyard in his heart.

"Ha, the evil me." He came to the auditorium unhurriedly, looked at the sumptuous dinner that was already on the table, but thought of the mouse just now... He lost his appetite in an instant.

Pursing his lips and stuffing a mint hard candy into his mouth, Owen flipped through the notes he just took, until Harry came close and closed them with a "snap".

"It's time for confinement." The little wizard said listlessly, not curious about the notes in Owen's hand.

"I must have lost my mind to follow the dean with you..." Draco also drooped his brows.

"Isn't this great? You can learn a lot about Potions by helping Professor Snape." Owen was in a good mood.He was still looking forward to the knowledge and skills that Snape would spread from time to time. Well, it would be better if the Potions office could be brighter and warmer.

"But you should always think about the homework we piled up..." Harry said dumbfoundingly.Especially since he himself had to complete the learning tasks assigned by Dumbledore, he felt so busy that he was about to lose his hair.

"Huh? Does it take a lot of time to do homework?" Owen looked extremely confused.

Do you think anyone can control a quill to automatically write homework like you?And you are showing off!
The two little wizards looked at each other, and reached out to grab Owen's shoulder together, but he dodged it well prepared.Owen walked out of the auditorium quickly, blinked his left eye playfully with a smile: "Sorry, I didn't know that this caused harm to your young hearts..."

The three of them came to the Potions office in a fight, and Owen's mood became lighter, and he stopped thinking about those messy things.

They dealt with some messy potion materials under the command of Professor Snape. Among them, Harry was responsible for the dirtiest and most tiring work, while Owen and Draco were much more relaxed. Obviously Snape was intending to punish the main criminal. And a little personal grudge.

Harry who was being targeted did not dare to be angry or speak out, so he had to work obediently, until the end of the confinement, he sincerely extended his hand to Snape: "Dean, thank you very much for your guidance just now."

Snape stared down at Harry's outstretched hand, his sallow face looking oddly repulsed, as if it was covered with snot.He didn't touch Harry's hand, just gestured to him for the door behind him.The meaning is obvious: get out of here.

Harry had just walked out the door when the door to the Potions office slammed shut.The three young wizards stood outside the door, looked at each other, and walked towards the Slytherin common room together.

"You want to verify whether Professor Snape is someone from the Aether Society in disguise?" Owen looked happily at the decoration above his head with his hands behind his back.

"Well, I checked almost all the students recently, but I didn't find any lurkers, so those guys could only be pretending to be professors." Harry nodded seriously, "And Professor Snape rejected me just now."

"This is normal, the dean knows your ability." Draco glanced at Harry's palm with some envy, "You suddenly found an excuse that everyone could see that there was a problem to shake hands with him, If you show it, you are doubting him, and I will be angry if it is changed."

"That's right..." Harry finally realized, "Then what should I do..."

"If you want to get in touch with Professor Snape, I have a good idea." Owen smiled mysteriously.

"What way?" Harry looked at Owen's malicious smile, and the corner of his mouth twitched feebly. He knew that Owen's bad taste was coming again, but he still asked his fate.

"Seduction!" Owen looked Harry up and down, stretched out his hand and said softly, "Put on a long crimson wig, speak softly, cover your face...with only a pair of eyes exposed, and then run to the dean A friendly call to Severus..."

Harry looked at him blankly, and Draco tried to suppress a laugh.

"Then, you can take advantage of the dean's stupefied time to take advantage of it at will. Of course, there is a high probability that you will be kicked away by the dean who reacted..." Owen said with a smile, "However, it is worth paying a little price. right?"

"Stop making trouble, Owen." Harry held his forehead helplessly, "It seems that we can only investigate the situation of other professors first."

"By the way, what exactly are your abilities? What did Dumbledore say?" Draco asked curiously.

"Mr. Dumbledore seems to have guessed something, but he didn't tell me, and he said he didn't know about the organization of the Aether Society." Harry shook his head heavily, remembering that Dumbledore had heard about the Aether Society "I don't want to bother him. You know, Mr. Dumbledore is very busy. These days, the dragon never sees the end..."

Owen smiled, he knew that Dumbledore was busy these days, and his time at Hogwarts was very irregular.The last time he arranged for the Aether Society to appear on the stage, he also specially picked a day when Dumbledore was not at school, otherwise he would not have dared to be so unscrupulous.As for why he knew that Dumbledore was not there that day, of course Harry, who had more contact with Dumbledore, told him...

"Come on." He encouraged a little perfunctorily.

(End of this chapter)