A broken Hogwarts

"I like the look in your eyes now, keep it."

Owen leaned back slightly, leaned against the cat statue behind him, and enlivened the atmosphere with a joking tone.

As soon as the words fell, Harry's expression collapsed, and he changed from a lone wolf back to a husky in an instant.

After feeling that this guy was pleasing to the eye, Owen said with a smile, "Next, let's start with the three questions I asked you."

"Our priority is to solve the second problem." He instantly put away his smile and looked down at Harry with a faint look, "You have to understand black magic."

Harry's facial features were tangled up, his beautiful green eyes were full of hesitation and resistance: "But is it really necessary?"

Owen rubbed the cat's head in his hand, shook his head and said softly: "Harry, do you know who the enemy you are facing is?"

"Voldemort," said Harry heavily.

"Yes, a Dark Lord." Owen said slowly, "a master magician with profound knowledge, and even one of the most powerful dark wizards in the history of this world. How can you defeat such a terrifying enemy?" What about him?"

Harry opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Owen answered by himself: "With the protection given to you by 'love', with more victims paving the way for you, plus some luck?"

He talked about the route that should have happened in the original book, but with the collapse of the plot, the future has completely moved into the unknown.I am afraid that there will never be another old man who will use his life to bring the dawn of defeating the old enemy to the savior. He must be prepared.

"But I know Defense Against the Dark Arts." Listening to Owen's heart-wrenching words, Harry muttered in frustration.

"Defence Against the Dark Arts..." Owen repeated in a low voice, the smile on his face seemed to have some mysterious mockery, "Do you know anything about dark arts?"

"Black magic, they are changeable, unpredictable, more vicious and cunning than any enemy you can imagine, but they are indestructible... If you can't understand it enough, how can you defend against it?"

"If you or your friends are under some kind of black spell, do you know how to rescue it? If you are accidentally controlled by a black wizard, do you know how to break free quickly? If the black wizard He uttered a strange and unfamiliar spell, can you tell what he is going to do? Is it a group attack or a single attack? Is it control or a curse? Can you make the most reasonable response in time?"

Harry looked at him innocently, with a dazed expression, and clear stupidity written in his eyes.What does he know?Isn't the battle between wizards about removing your weapons, unconsciousness and armor protection?

Owen raised his forehead by this stupid gaze, he sighed and said, "To deal with the Dark Lord, you have to know more about dark magic than most dark wizards."

"But Dumbledore doesn't have to do this," Harry retorted.He believed that as long as he studied the magic that Dumbledore taught him carefully, it would never be worse than dark magic.

"How do you know that Dumbledore doesn't know black magic?" Owen asked back with a playful smile, "In fact, Dumbledore's attainments in black magic are not bad at all, but he rarely uses it. But when necessary He will not lack the determination to use it." For example, the Horcrux ring with the traces of flame burns.

"Is that so?" Harry was very surprised by this, but didn't suspect that Owen would lie to him about this kind of thing.He had to admit that after hearing the news, the feeling of rejection in his heart was slightly reduced.

"Harry, you have to know that black magic is just a weapon, and it is the human heart that is evil. It is not those who know black magic who are dark wizards, but those who use them unscrupulously on others."

"I'm asking you to learn about black magic, and I am definitely not asking you to change your established route. In fact, it is indeed a wise choice for you to delve deeper into the path of white magic. The impact they bring... is indeed much smaller." Owen considered. Using words and expressing my own experience, "it's much easier to accept."

"In the dark arts, what you have to do is: know enough to be able to use it when necessary," he concluded.

"That's not impossible." Harry breathed a sigh of relief, he could still accept it like this.

"Okay, you must learn a few important spells before the final drama begins." Owen clapped his hands.

"But what am I going to do? Sneak into the restricted section of the library?" Harry frowned.Those books related to black magic were kept in the restricted area, and the knowledge that came to his mind these days was very incomplete.

"I'll teach you." Owen showed a bright and beautiful smile.

Harry was speechless for a moment.He sat in the armchair brightly lit by the flames in the fireplace, looking up at the boy who was sitting leisurely on the base of the sculpture, dangling his feet.The flickering light of the torch became dim when it reached a high place, reflecting on that delicate face that looked particularly pale, casting a dark and strange color on his expression.

At this moment, the distance between the two people seemed so far away, as if they were in two worlds.

Harry suddenly showed a very complicated expression, and said sadly: "Owen, you really are studying black magic."

The few times Owen behaved strangely in front of him on weekdays, combined with his performance in the study group, Harry had already had some bad premonitions, but he had been unwilling to think about it deeply.

"Yes." Owen nodded bluntly and slightly casually, looking down at the other party with his chin in one hand, with a cold and aloof smile on his face: "I said that I would like to reveal some of my secrets to you. Why, do you regret knowing this and want to part ways with me?"

Harry was stunned for a while, then scratched his head and said, "It's not that... I just don't understand, why? Obviously Dumbledore taught us so many less evil spells..."

"Not so much why." Owen glanced at him darkly, and then looked away, "It's just because I made a choice before that. If Dumbledore had taught you alone earlier, the result would have been ...Maybe it will be different." I'm afraid it won't be any different. Even if he learns some white magic in advance, he will still have to fall into Voldemort's huge prehistoric pit.

"Why learn the Dark Arts?" Harry asked.

"Because the power of emotions can help us touch the essence of magic more deeply. In this sense, although black magic and white magic are completely opposite sides, they lead to the same goal by different routes." Owen said lightly.

"Okay. But didn't you say that? People who know black magic are not necessarily dark wizards." Harry murmured as if to comfort himself.

Owen pursed his pale white lips noncommittally, and smiled slightly.It's a pity that, no matter by any standard, he is a dark wizard through and through.

Harry lowered his head and rubbed his fingers for a while, then said dullly: "You just told me that, and you're not afraid that I'll tell Mr. Dumbledore?"

"Oh, Dumbledore doesn't care about such things now." Owen blinked mischievously, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

"How is it possible, he values ​​every student..."

"But people change."

What's more, the current "Dumbledore" is a ruthless person who can be expelled from the Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Magic, which is characterized by a tolerant attitude towards black magic, because the black magic he studies is too dangerous.

Harry played with his fingers for a while, and then let out a long breath, and leaned his head back on the chair, with a look of giving up thinking: "Don't worry about that. Anyway, we are friends and have nothing to do with magic. right?"

Owen supported his head with one hand and looked at the salted fish slumped in the armchair for a while, before he gave a soft "hmm" after a long time.

Melet, who was lying on his lap, stretched out, licked his fingers with her little pink tongue, jumped to the ground, and continued to fight with Nyx.

"Then let's get started, don't be lazy." Owen also jumped down from the base of the statue, and walked to the other side of the room with his hands behind his back, facing the several dummies and targets used for practicing magic spells on the wall.

Harry struggled up from the soft armchair and followed nervously.

"You're dealing with Voldemort's Horcruxes, but do you know how to destroy them?" Owen asked, glancing at him.

Harry muttered softly: "I think I can find a stone or something to smash it..." Owen shook his head: "Horcrux is a very advanced black magic item. In order to protect the soul fragments residing in it, the Horcrux Not only has some terrible spell cast upon it by Voldemort, it's also indestructible. There are only a few extremely destructive things that can destroy a Horcrux."

"What?" Harry's spirits lifted when he heard the news for the first time.

"The venom of the basilisk can do it, but in many cases, it is impossible for you to carry this kind of thing with you, and it is difficult to take it out in time at critical moments. Once you are accidentally poisoned, there is basically no medicine Help." Phoenix and Fox don't know where to go, there will be no Phoenix's tears to save lives in the future, as for Nyx... Uh, let's not mention this stuff.

"In addition, there is another spell: Fiendfire." Owen pulled out his wand and swung it violently, a beam of bewitching purple flames rushed towards a dummy practicing the spell.Fiercefire blazed above it, charring it black in no time.

Harry silently took a step back, feeling that Owen now exuded a dangerous aura.The scorching temperature of the fire spread through the air, and the malice that seemed to burn him to ashes made him feel restless.

Nyx, who was chasing Melet, ran over staggeringly, screamed excitedly at the dummy burned by the flames, and then spit out a small mouthful of black flames at it.The two kinds of flames are mixed together, and they are distinct, but they have the same terrifying destructive power.

"This is the most effective way to destroy Horcruxes, and it is also the first spell you will understand today." Owen let Nyx play around, and slightly pressed the wand in his hand to restrain the burning of Fiendfyre Scope, turned around and told the gist of the spell like a teacher.

Harry's face was tangled up again, but after listening to Owen's explanation, some incomplete knowledge automatically appeared in his mind, which constantly confirmed each other with Owen's words, allowing him to quickly understand and deeply remember it.

"...This curse can be terminated by the Curse of All Curses." After Owen finished speaking, he admired the wrinkled face of the other party, turned his head to him and said, "Try?"

"I don't know, I don't think I can let it out." Harry seemed to put on a pain mask.What made him uncomfortable was not because he wanted to learn black magic from Owen, but because he didn't want to accept that he understood it so quickly, as if he had suddenly become a genius... But this is black magic.

Well, it's all Voldemort's fault!
He pulled out his wand and pointed at the red heart in the middle of a wooden target for a long time. Finally, under Owen's aggressive gaze, he closed his eyes, felt nervous, waved his wand and said the spell in a perfect standard.

A few red sparks erupted from the tip of his wand, and then nothing happened.

He carefully opened his eyes a little, and after seeing that the target in front of him was intact, he breathed a sigh of relief.He turned to look at Owen and said, "Look, I'm not very good at it..."

Owen looked at him thoughtfully, and quickly twirled his wand with his right hand: "The movement is very standard, and the spell is no problem. If it is not for the lack of emotional integration, you will definitely be able to release it successfully. You learned beyond expectations." Fast."

Harry's expression became more tangled, and he said with a guilty conscience: "I don't know... When I released the spell just now, I had a very familiar feeling, as if I had practiced it for a long time." After finishing speaking Finally, he pursed his lips tightly.

That's the end of it... Owen gritted his teeth and took a deep look at him.

"But look, I can't use it well." Harry emphasized a sentence in defense.

"That's qualified." Owen played with the wand in his hand, and suddenly laughed, "I didn't expect you to really release it. It's good enough to do this. You don't have any malice in your heart. There is no need to have…”

He waved the wand in his hand slowly, and the cluster of purple Fiercefire released by him struggled to be gathered into a thread and extinguished in the air.He took a breath of air that smelled of burnt air, savoring the destructive emotion that was churning in his heart.

"That's enough?" Harry was stunned, "Then what's the use of it?"

"It will come in handy." Owen smiled mysteriously and continued, "Since you are so talented in black magic, we will speed up. Have you learned about the Unforgivable Curse?"

"I understand briefly..." Harry's face turned blue.

"Very good, let's talk about the Cruciatus Curse, Imperius Curse, and Killing Curse." Looking at the livid face of the other party, Owen shrugged, "Forget it, I won't force you, except for the Killing Curse."

"Barely enough for the rest..." he muttered in a voice Harry couldn't hear.

"I don't know, what's the point of this?" After Owen explained, Harry reluctantly tried the two spells, and the situation was similar to the Fire Curse.

"Believe me, they are very useful." Owen said seriously.He remembered that in the original story, Harry later used these two spells very well.

"But I can't let it go," said Harry.He didn't understand, since he couldn't use any of them, why Owen insisted on asking him to try them all.

"I have to make sure to make sure you don't lose the chain at the critical moment." Owen said casually.

But am I just falling off the chain now?Harry swallowed back the sarcasm.

"Okay, this question is over." Owen waved his hand, squeezed his chin with one hand, and looked Harry from top to bottom, "Then comes the third question, I need you to play a role in the final drama .”

"What am I going to do?" Harry tensed up.

"I need you to play another person." Owen said.

"Huh?" Harry was stunned, and asked with his mouth before his brain, "Who are you playing?"

"Voldemort."

Owen smiled meaningfully.

"Huh?" Harry didn't react, he just let out an ah.

"So, back to the first question, you must not change your face in front of Voldemort's face." Owen said leisurely, took out a copy of "Actor's Self-cultivation" from the shelf next to him, and took a photo for the other party: "The next paragraph In time, you have to learn how to become a qualified actor."

Harry was holding the book like a goose, his mouth gaping open.He thought that Owen wanted to let him play a role, which was just an embellishment, but he never thought that he really wanted him to act!

Or play Voldemort!
He didn't know how to speak for a moment, but he just said indiscriminately: "You...you, do you have a fever?"

"Huh? You are very lively." Owen gave him a sideways glance.

Harry immediately changed his tune: "That's why you taught me about the Dark Arts?"

Owen asked back with a look of course: "You don't know how to use black magic, why do you have the nerve to pretend to be the Dark Lord?"

I'm sorry?Do you think this is human speech?Harry thought angrily.

"Do you dare?" Owen hugged his shoulders.

"Dare!" Harry gritted his teeth.It is impossible to give in!

"Then think about it carefully, and I will spare time to teach you how to play him." Owen picked up the cat who ran over and rubbed his ankle, "If your performance is not up to standard, I will not let you pass. "

Harry looked deathly.He always felt that Owen took him on the road to death and never returned.

"Isn't it just Voldemort? Who can't act?" he said viciously. (End of chapter)