A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 41 The Dark Lord's Request
In the dimly lit office, the atmosphere was extremely silent for a moment, only the crackling of the burning fire mixed with the sound of the rain outside, filling the lifeless space.

Quirrell broke the corner of the table irritably, while Owen's expression remained calm.The two looked at each other, but Quirrell's gaze became erratic in an instant, extremely empty, and his expression changed back and forth like a face.In the end, he seemed to have gained more confidence, but on his face was a very reluctant and obedient expression.

Owen carefully observed the changes in his expression, and silently calculated the next solution in his heart.

The kitten Lizi in his hand froze again, a pair of golden eyes gave Owen a helpless look, and then struggled to get into the pocket of his robe.It regretted that it followed this guy like this, and fell into the hands of a horrible thing full of evil. The ups and downs of the night frightened the cat, which still prevented the cat from living.

Quirrell looked up at Owen, with a very dissatisfied but malicious expression.He said softly, "What if the master wants your allegiance?"

He narrowed his eyes and looked at Owen. Although he was reluctant, it might be a good thing for him to have one more person to share the pressure.The master is too powerful and too strict. Although he wants to use his own ability to solely enjoy the credit for resurrecting the Dark Lord, the punishment for making mistakes and failures makes him feel fear from the bottom of his heart.

"Come on, become a follower of the Dark Lord! When he makes a comeback, we will get undreamed of rewards and the highest glory!" Quirrell shouted fanatically, like a fanatic who lost his mind.

"Dark Lord?" Owen's expression froze for the first time.After dividing the memory, he never expected to get such an answer. For a while, he felt extremely difficult.

Assuming that what Quirrell said is true, many of his methods must never be used.If the Dark Lord is really not dead, but is waiting for a comeback, once Owen offends him... Although the other party seems to be dying now, but once he really comes back one day, Owen himself can go to the end of the world, but Where are his parents?
With so many thoughts in his mind, Owen blurted out: "You are lying to me!" Even if it is true, it must be false now!
"The Dark Lord...he's not coming back! Everyone says so!"

"That's because they are idiots, they are ignorant!" Quirrell sneered, "Their superficial knowledge will never understand the great power of the master. He has truly entered the realm of immortality! Even if we fall into a trough for a while, as long as we Help him get the Philosopher's Stone, and he will rise again, and then he will complete his unfinished business and sweep the whole world!"

"How do you prove that this isn't something you made up to make me obediently submit to Fan? In fact, I think it's more likely." Owen looked at him indifferently.

How to make the Dark Lord prove himself is an interesting question.

"Owen Shafik, your parents supported the idea of ​​the Dark Lord at the beginning." Quirrell also found that there was no way to prove it for the time being, so he changed his words and said, "It's just that they are too cowardly, they only dare to support silently behind their backs, but I don’t dare to overcome difficulties for the Dark Lord...but you are different, the Dark Lord has seen your ingenuity, extraordinary courage, and great ambition.”

"You can do better than your parents, do things they couldn't imagine, and achieve feats that amaze them and everyone...Only the Dark Lord can accomplish you, Owen Shafik." Quirrell's eyes flashed moving.

No, they'll just hang me up and break my legs!Owen said silently in his heart.

"I will help you get the Philosopher's Stone." Owen said slowly.

Quirrell laughed leisurely: "That's it?"

"I will help you get the Philosopher's Stone." Owen repeated, paused, and then said, "When he really comes back, I am willing to follow him."

Quirrell's face sank, and he wanted to say something, and then his expression moved slightly, as if he was listening.After a while, he gave Owen a weird and jealous look, nodded coldly and said, "Remember what you said."

"Of course." Owen nodded.

"Besides the matter of the Philosopher's Stone, you also need to find some herbs and even potions for us." Quilo Leng said solemnly.

"This is something I promised a long time ago."

"Besides, you have to make sure that you will not tell or even remind others in any way, everything you know about me and the Dark Lord." Quirrell continued.

"I promise." Owen mused.

"Then, there is one last thing." Quirrell's mouth twitched, "Master knows that you have a very close relationship with Harry Potter."

"It's okay." Owen looked at him suddenly.He finally understood the reason why the other party recited the Imperius Curse instead of the Forgetting Curse as soon as they met, and it turned out to be Harry's fault.

"No, the Boy Who Lived trusted you." Quirrell smiled coldly, "much more than that Draco Malfoy who was always with him. Master knows everything... ..."

"Well, I don't know about such things myself." Owen said softly, "I see, I will monitor Harry Potter, if you don't want me to kill him."

"You can't kill him, surveillance is enough." Quirrell said with a sneer, and then threw Owen's wand back to him.

Owen took the wand, took out a soaked white handkerchief from his pocket, wiped it carefully, and then took it back.

"Of course, the Dark Lord will not allow his followers to work in vain. It was easy to not kill you before." Quirrell's expression became excited, "He is willing to give you the rewards you deserve, such as... …the knowledge you long for.” Now that the Dark Lord is in his body, teaching Owen means that he can go whoring for nothing, how can this not excite him?For a while, he seemed to be pleasing to Owen a lot.

"Huh?" Owen's eyes lit up. Is there such a good thing?He said without hesitation: "The advanced theory of the curse!"

There is no doubt that the spell can be advanced.Wizards can improve some spells to enhance their power or produce special effects, which is why many spells can always turn decay into magic in the hands of powerful wizards.

For example, Grindelwald can turn an ordinary fire shield into a gas stove, and has the function of identifying loyalty, and can even make it exert a terrifying power that almost burns a city... This is the advancement of the curse .Of course, this is the top example among them, and probably only wizards like Dumbledore and the Dark Lord can play well.

Who doesn't want a handsome gas stove?Even if the vast majority of wizards will never reach this level in their lifetime, it is undeniable that the advancement of spells is very useful to all wizards. It can strengthen and expand many spells to a certain extent, and can make up for many weaknesses .

Quirrell paused for a moment, and then said with regret: "The Dark Lord doesn't have the time and energy to teach you such tedious things... You are a talented wizard, the master is willing to teach you a few spells, don't be greedy, Owen Shafiq."

"That's it..." Owen lost interest in an instant. He doesn't need much magic spells at present, and he still has so many spells that he hasn't practiced proficiently yet.

But it seems impossible not to make a request now... Owen thought about the spells that he didn't understand the principle or started to learn, pulled out his wand and pointed to a roll of parchment on the table.The paper spread out automatically, and a quill pen on the side jumped up, brushing and writing on it:

Iron Armor Curse, Oblivion Curse, Detonation Curse, Confusion Curse and Ten Thousand Curses are all final spells.

"That's all." Owen pushed the parchment towards Quirrell indiscriminately, and he was already thinking about how to go back and settle the kitten.

As for these spells, Owen wrote casually, and the Dark Lord was fooled, and the matter passed.He wasn't coveting the Dark Lord at all now.The opponent's black magic?That is a magic that can really corrupt people's hearts. When Owen is strong enough to be sure to suppress its side effects, he will naturally start researching it, but right now he'd better stay away from it.

Owen has always been able to clearly understand what he wants.

"That's it?" Quirrell looked at the writing on the parchment, dumbfounded.At this moment, he really wanted to lift Owen's head to see if his mind was filled with water.That's the Dark Lord, you actually want to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts from him?Are they all common spells?
He literally heard the Dark Lord's "Huh?" in his head, obviously confused.

"Are you sure?" Quirrell wrinkled the paper in his hands.

"No problem." Owen glanced at it and nodded seriously.

"Nothing else?" Quirrell asked unwillingly.

"Hmm... Patronus Charm?" Owen said thoughtfully, and then smiled awkwardly but politely.It seems to have touched the opponent's blind spot, isn't it a bit arrogant.

Quirrell was silent for a long time before he said: "The most powerful thing about the Dark Lord is his black magic..."

"Professor Quirrell, it's not a good habit to aim too high." Owen spread his hands innocently, "I'm just a little wizard in the first grade."

"Oh, it's getting late, please allow me to say goodbye, professor." Owen took out his pocket watch and glanced again.

"You go." Quirrell said.

"Goodbye, Professor." Owen walked out of the office and closed the door behind him.

(End of this chapter)