A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 42 The Oath
Owen quickly walked along the dark and deep corridor, and entered the underground of the castle along the downward stairs.

The cold and damp air from the ground rushed towards his face, dispelling the slightly drowsy sleepiness in his mind and making his brain extremely clear.

"Huh, it's so dangerous." Owen let out a long sigh of relief, the experience tonight really made his head hurt.

"No, I seem to have forgotten something." He narrowed his eyes, rubbed the fingers of his right hand quickly, and then instantly returned to the space facing the wall.

Everything in the space is as usual, calm as before, only a copy of Owen is standing there blankly, like a silent sculpture.

Owen's expression changed, and he stared deeply into the eyes of the clone.A moment later, with the feeling of passing through a dazzling tunnel, his consciousness switched to the duplicate body, and the memories that were divided by him returned to his brain without any hindrance.

"So that's the case." He raised his eyebrows suddenly.

Without any further delay, he directly left the space facing the wall, and returned to the body that stopped in place.

"It seems that I have fooled it, but he didn't use the oath to restrain me?" Owen looked suspiciously at the long corridor behind him, "Could it be that Voldemort's brain was really split into seven parts by him?"

"Let's think about it... Judging from Voldemort's performance, he is really weak now, limited by Quirrell's physical condition, he only dares to use some burdensome spells, and even Legilimency cannot last long , and the power is not strong." Owen pursed his lips and analyzed, "He can't control his body for too long, and Quirrell's body is being eroded by him, constantly weakening..."

"All in all, this is the time when Voldemort is weakest and most embarrassed. Of course, at this time..." Owen paused, then changed direction and walked towards the Potions office, "Of course it will be worse. I hope Professor Snape In the office."

Everything he did before was just to stabilize the other party. If Voldemort asked him to make a magic oath, Owen would naturally adopt other methods to make false claims with the other party, and then find a way to kill him silently.Now that there is no vow to bind him, Owen still keeps him for the New Year?Of course, it is necessary to report and find a proper way to send the other party back to his hometown.

After all, Voldemort is really a douchebag who can't help himself. Making Horcruxes has ruined his brain, but he still self-righteously enslaves his followers. There is absolutely no future for him to go along with him.As long as he can live up to his expectations, Owen will not stand so firmly for Dumbledore.

After taking two steps, Owen suddenly felt a sharp pain on the back of his left hand.This severe pain quickly spread along the arm to the heart, and the heart seemed to be tightly strangled by a thin fishing line. The pain and suffocation enveloped him, making his whole body tremble slightly.

He staggered and supported the wall beside him, so he didn't fall to the ground.Panting heavily, he looked down at his burning left hand, only to see a strange black symbol appear on the back of his hand at some point, the pattern was like a mutant "V" letter, glowing the deepest black.

"Wait, no, is this an oath? When did it happen?" Owen didn't care about thinking about this question, and he quickly dismissed the idea of ​​reporting in his heart, and strengthened his thoughts.After a long time, the punishment for almost violating the oath stopped, and the symbols on the back of the hand disappeared, as if nothing had happened.

"Well, I take back what I just said, Voldemort's brain is not completely broken..." Owen gasped for a while, closing his eyes to feel the relief after the pain dissipated.

He leaned against the wall and frowned slightly, counting all the previous details, and then opened his eyes suddenly: "It was when Quirrell was chanting the sound-shielding spell in the office! It seems that he also learned something from Voldemort, or It was Voldemort who cast the curse himself..." Owen thought of Quirrell losing his strength after chanting the spell, probably because Voldemort sneaked out for a while.

"Hmm..." Owen squeezed his wand in his hand, unconsciously spinning and throwing it at his fingertips smoothly, and a playful and sly smile appeared on his face for a moment: "Hey, fortunately, I am not without beware."

He had been guarding against this for a long time, so whether it was all the promises made in the Forbidden Forest or Quirrell's office, Owen tried his best to ensure that it was said from his own mouth, rather than the other party asking him to promise.Those words seem to be a firm stand, but in fact they leave a lot of room for themselves.

For example, when Owen said "I will help you get the Philosopher's Stone", he said "get it" instead of "get it". Let them touch it and get it.Besides, "help" itself is a very subjective word. Irving can help with all his strength, or only a little bit. When and how to help are all up to Owen himself.

Another example is when it comes to Harry's question, Owen was the first to say "I will monitor him", just monitoring. As for whether to tell the truth to them, and how much truth to tell, it is up to Owen himself.

"There is another oath: When the Dark Lord really returns, I will follow him..." Owen couldn't hold back a chuckle, what he said was follow, not follow. "Well, you can't blame me for following you and knocking your sap, but I should have broken the curse of this oath by then."

As long as it is not the extremely binding magic of "unbreakable oath", other oath magics have loopholes to exploit.Owen is not afraid that the other party will force him to make an unbreakable oath, after all, there is no third person here with a magic wand as a witness for them.

"Then, the only binding oath for me now is not to tell or remind others of what happened tonight in any way." Owen turned around indifferently and continued to walk towards the common room.This sentence came out of Quirrell's mouth, with strict restrictions, which obviously cannot be bypassed, but it is not harmful.

"So, after this is over, how do I explain to Dumbledore how I got Quirrell's Imperius Curse?"

……

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, Quirrell murmured tremblingly: "Master...Master, you treated him too leniently. He doubted your identity and kept pushing you back and forth without any sincerity at all! He should be punished. punish……"

"Qiluo, are you questioning my decision?" A stern voice sounded beside him, "Or, do you want to teach me how to do things?"

"Don't dare...don't dare, master!" Quirrell shook his head hastily.

"A child from the Shafik family? It's very interesting and not simple. I didn't expect such a person to appear in the increasingly cowardly Shafik family. The potential of pure blood is indeed endless." Voldemort's voice was very soft, With a little imperceptible reminiscence, "Smart, cautious, cunning, very talented, and very sober...at least much more sober than you, Quirrell."

"Master...Master, I'm just loyal to you..." Quirrell sobbed.

"There is no need to say such things again. Voldemort knows everything, and you have regretted it more than once." Voldemort's tone was cold and impatient, "Your thoughts can't be hidden from me, Quirrell."

"I wanted to control him in other ways, but he interested me a little bit," he continued in a whisper, "I wanted to see what he would do when he was cornered, when he was in the dark. What kind of choice, what kind of potential can be unleashed, haha..." His laughter was cold and playful.

"Master, aren't you worried that he will bite you back?" Quirrell screamed, "He is not loyal to you at all!"

"So hurry up and get the Sorcerer's Stone, Quirrell, and don't let me down again," Voldemort said in a hissing voice.As the Dark Lord who once brought infinite fear to the wizarding world, as long as he can recover his body, he will not be afraid of anyone, at most he only has a little fear of Dumbledore.

"Or, do you think that Voldemort in his heyday will be defeated again? Once is enough, only once...Only Harry Potter..."

"No, that's not what I meant, Master..." Quirrell said tremblingly.

"I believe this Shafik will not let me down, he will help me find out what kind of magical power is hidden in the boy who survived the catastrophe." Voldemort murmured, "What is the halo of the protagonist that the fax machine said?" What kind of power? With this kind of power, you can defeat the great Dark Lord?"

Even with his knowledgeable knowledge, he has never heard of this kind of talent.

Sure enough, Harry Potter is his rival!
(End of this chapter)