A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 53 Where's My Cat?
The tip of the stick that had been drawing circles stopped in mid-air, and thick black mist like ink surged out of it, rolling and condensing violently.

Owen looked straight at this scene, his face was slightly pale, and for the first time he felt powerless.

Just when he thought he would still fail this time, the black mist quietly emerged with a clear outline, possessing a complete body, and appeared in front of him seemingly simply.

Owen breathed a sigh of relief, feeling some tired energy, tilted his head, and carefully looked at the things he summoned.

It obviously doesn't have a complete human form, a long, wide, black cloak flutters as if being blown by the wind, and there is a black mist under the cloak.Above the upturned triangular collar of the cloak is a tall black bowler hat, the brim of the hat is pressed down very low, and only a white crescent-shaped hollow can be seen in the black mist under the brim, like a curved, always Mouth laughing.

"It's kind of handsome... Hiss, no, why does this thing need such a strong magic power!" This is definitely not a level of magic with the Patronus Charm!

Although the magic in this world does not have the concept of consuming mana, different magic requires different mana strengths.Using the concept of the blue bar to explain, it means that releasing magic does not consume mana, but the wizard's blue bar has an upper limit, and some magic requirements exceed this upper limit, and cannot be released.

And this magic almost exceeded Owen's upper limit of magic power. You must know that his magic power level was already comparable to that of an adult wizard.

The summoned thing flickered around Owen. Although it also had a cold and evil feeling, it didn't affect him, but made him feel a sense of intimacy and security.

Following Owen's thoughts, the Dark Demon Guard leaned against his back and turned into a black mist and dispersed soundlessly.Owen was stunned for a moment, feeling that it didn't dissipate completely like a patron saint, but turned into some kind of dark and thick force attached to his body, invisible but real.

Owen turned his head to look at Voldemort, seeing the surprised and pensive look in the other person's eyes, so he didn't curse out loud.Owen was sure that Voldemort's test was not intended for him to pass at all, but just to make things difficult for him and torture him!

Calm down, you can't slap him, at least not now... Owen took a deep breath and said calmly, "Professor, have I passed the test?"

Voldemort restrained his surprised expression, and stared at him with extremely secretive and pleasantly surprised eyes, which made Owen's heart skip a beat.

"Congratulations," he said softly, "you passed. It seems that you are better than I thought."

"Then can I say goodbye, Professor?" Owen smiled.He was really afraid that if he stayed here for a long time, he would not be able to resist punching the unsightly face in front of him.

"Dark Devil Guard... You have completed this magic, even if you don't summon it to appear, you can still be directly immune to the attack of Dementors. A complete Black Devil Guard can deter and even destroy them, and can also attack and destroy human beings... it There are still many magical uses, you need to explore by yourself." Voldemort said slowly, "You can leave now."

"Goodbye, Professor." Owen strode out the door, closed the door behind him, and walked away with gritted teeth.

When he was very close to the common room, Owen finally regained his composure.He squinted and turned the wand in his hand, looking back at the previous lectures, a smile slowly appeared on his face: "At least I'm not at a loss..."

He waved his wand to the side, feeling that he needed an authentic Patronus to calm his mind.

"Call God Guard!"

The spell was spoken, but there was no response from the wand.

The smile on Owen's face froze, he waved his wand again, and said a word to protect the gods, but still no silver-white cat patron saint jumped out.

"Where's my cat?" He just got a cat!
Owen suddenly turned his head to look in the direction he came from, and he understood that the black magic guard is by no means the reverse magic spell of the calling god guard, but a black magic transformation aimed at the patron saint spell!And it is irreversible, at least he has no way to reverse it now!

"What level of black magic is this?" Owen knew that he was still being tricked.

In the first scene of the confrontation with the Dark Lord, Owen relied on his psychological level and acting ability. Although he recited an oath with little binding force, he successfully deceived the other party and mingled with the other party in a relatively free identity.Owen lost a small game, but he can retaliate and give the opponent a hard time at any time.

In the second act of the confrontation with the Dark Lord, Owen really lost the round because of the crushing of magic knowledge.

It seems helpless, but who makes Owen weak compared to the Dark Lord, so he can only adopt devious tactics.

Owen rubbed his chin, but laughed instead: "Oh, it's interesting."

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In the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, Voldemort looked meaningfully at the door through which Owen left, then suddenly closed his eyes and let go of control of his body.

Quirrell covered his head with a pale face, opened his mouth wide and breathed hard like a fish landed on the shore, frantically took out a bottle of potion and drank it down, then shrank on the chair and shivered.

"Master...why, that magic..." he sobbed.If the master hadn't used that magic, he wouldn't have had such a big burden!At the same time, he also deeply remembered that powerful magic, maybe he can...

"You can't learn it." Voldemort sneered, "That is the most advanced black art, and none of my Death Eaters can master it... I didn't expect that little guy to succeed, I just wanted to Punish him without knowing what is good or bad."

Qi Luo is obedient, but he is not convinced in his heart.Even a little wizard can learn it, he is naturally not bad, he has to prove his talent in front of the master!
"Really? The way to learn it is very simple." Voldemort said lightly, "One way is to use the superb black magic attainments to forcibly master it, and the other way is to transform it with black magic on the basis of having a Patronus, so that It is alienated from light to darkness."

Quirrell was stunned, he thought he couldn't do the first method, and the second method... since he accepted the possession of the Dark Lord, it was impossible for him to use the Patronus Curse.

"Unexpectedly, I was also deceived by that little guy before." Voldemort muttered to himself.

"He...he dared to deceive the master!" Quirrell quickly expressed his loyalty.

"Yeah, yeah, I thought I could lead him into darkness, but I didn't expect... Ha ha." Voldemort smiled playfully, "Only people whose hearts are toward the light, but whose hearts are blocked by a rather terrifying darkness, can truly Complete the spell. He doesn't need my guidance at all, just a push on the tightrope he walks."

"Master, why are you so obsessed with letting him..." Quirrell asked cautiously.

"Originally he wasn't qualified, but now... it's kind of interesting." Voldemort murmured irrelevantly, and then stopped responding.

But Quirrell clearly felt the excitement and... ecstasy of the Dark Lord!
(End of this chapter)