A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 54 Testing and Summary
Standing in front of the stone wall outside the common room, Owen spoke his password for the week: "Pure blood."

Seeing the Shimen slowly open in front of his eyes, he clicked his tongue: "This password...hehe."

The warm breath in the lounge gushed out from the stone door, slightly dispelling the perennial cold and damp outside.Owen walked through the stone gate, not paying attention to those little wizards who were doing their homework or chatting in low voices, and went straight back to the dormitory.

Melet, the kitten and raccoon, was sleeping curled up on his four-poster bed. His small body was rolled into a hazel ball among the soft dark green bedding. The large and small dark spots on his fur looked like the pattern of a leopard. , Undulating regularly along with breathing, looks extremely beautiful.

Owen leaned over and hugged Melet and touched it around. The warm and soft touch between his fingers dispelled the slight chill in his heart.Just lost a cat, and he needs another to comfort his inner soul.

Thinking of the Patronus that he hadn't had time to observe carefully, and the pure joy and warmth when it really appeared in front of his eyes, Owen unconsciously poked the spot on Melet's back with his fingers .

Although the Patronus Charm is not a symbol of purity of heart, wizards with Patronus are often perceived by people as having profound magical powers and righteous hearts, so they are more likely to be elected as members of the Wizengamot or senior officials of the Ministry of Magic .Similarly, wizards with a Patronus are more likely to be trusted, at least to prove that they are not evil dark wizards.

In a sense, the Patronus Charm is indeed, as Voldemort said, a good means for some people to gain fame.

But Owen didn't care about that at all.Isn't it the loss of the Patronus?It's not a big problem, just pretend that you haven't learned this magic... But the Patronus is a warm cat, so I can't bear it!
"So it turns out that the Dark Lord is afraid that I will use the Patronus Charm to show off and go astray. He is really a good professor who works hard and touches people's hearts." Owen smiled jokingly.

Voldemort old thief, I am sworn to death with you!He ground his teeth, thinking resentfully.

Melet turned over in his hands, and suddenly opened her golden eyes to look at his face, the pupils suddenly shrank into a thin vertical line, and the hair all over her body exploded.

Her four little paws suddenly stepped on Owen's hand and supported it, and the whole cat took off instantly, jumped high as if it had been attached to a spring, landed on the bed and rolled around twice, then got up quickly and showed its vigilance and ready to attack.

"???" Owen blinked and his expression became serious.

Melet is a cat and raccoon, she can perceive some things that humans can't feel... Could it be that something has been done to her body?
While Owen was thinking seriously, Melet tilted his head in confusion, and then relaxed his body.She slowly approached Owen and sniffed it with her pink nose, then squatted in front of him and yawned big, her sharp cat eyes narrowed, and she raised her head proudly to look at him.

In my sleep, I felt that the shovel was covered with an evil breath, which scared the cat, okay?Fortunately, after confirming the look in her eyes, she was still the same person, so she graciously didn't pursue it, what else could it be?
Alas, it really worries the cat.

"Meow——" Melet shook her tail and let out a soft cry.

"You mean, you can feel the evil and dark smell in my body, but it is rapidly weakening, or hiding?" Owen looked at his palm thoughtfully.

This must be because of the Dark Demon Guard. He had already felt that the Dark Demon Guard had not dissipated completely, but followed him in another way. It seems that this is not an illusion... Now it can be detected by Melet It is strange, perhaps because his body and magic power have not fully adapted to it, after tonight, it should not be easily noticed.

"This black magic is not simple." Owen narrowed his eyes. It seems that he needs to look up relevant information.

"Mi..." Melet called again.

"Don't worry, I'm fine, I just lost a cat and I feel a little depressed." Owen patted the cat's head.

"Meow?" Melet's eyes widened even more vigilantly in an instant, and a front paw pressed the back of Owen's hand, and the pointed nails were sticking out.

"It's not other cats, it's a cat conjured by magic, you know." Owen hugged Lizi the kitten into his arms and said lazily with a smile, "It's just a wave of the wand, and a kitten just 'poof' jumped out..."

"Meow!" Melet withdrew her claws, and rubbed her head against Owen's palm with a dissatisfied expression.

"Okay, okay, it's enough to have you."

Owen talked to Melet with a smile, and his mood gradually became more relaxed.As for being able to communicate fluently with Melet?As a qualified cat lover, isn't it normal to master some cat language?

After feeding Melet a bowl of milk, he watched Lizi the kitten stretched and fell asleep on his pillow.The big ears flutter from time to time, looking leisurely and lively.

Owen smiled slightly, and sat down by the bed. After pondering for a while, he didn't have the mind to do his homework anymore, and directly sank his thoughts into the space facing the wall.

After recalling the previously split memory about the plot, Owen hooked the corner of his mouth mockingly, then drew out his wand, closed his eyes and brewed his emotions.

Although he didn't want to use black magic too much, but since he learned it, he had to figure out the specific situation of the black magic guard earlier.

Perhaps because he was not very willing to recall the past, Owen had been brewing for a long time, but he still failed to release the spell.

It has to be said that it is difficult for ordinary people to generate enough malice to cast those advanced black magics, because what they need is the malice from the heart to hurt others, and legitimate anger and hatred often cannot exert their true power.

Therefore, even though the Ministry of Magic allowed Aurors to use the Unforgivable Curses during the Wizarding Wars, most Aurors still couldn't use them well.It is not easy for normal people to generate enough malice towards a person, and it even takes time to brew their emotions. With this time, they might as well use other spells.

Perhaps Voldemort was right on one point, that using the Dark Arts on intelligent beings is rewarding.In the process of hurting and torturing others, the malice in the human heart is constantly increasing, and perhaps the black magic itself will also intensify this change in the process.The stronger the malice, the stronger the power of black magic, and the wizard's body and mind are constantly being corroded by black magic, gradually annihilating humanity.

The most direct manifestation is that those corrupted dark wizards cannot use the Patronus Charm.You must know that the casting of the Patronus Charm only requires truly happy memories, and has nothing to do with the good or evil of the user. For example, that vicious woman in Umbridge can summon the Patronus.The only exceptions are those dark wizards, this is the effect of black magic.

But Voldemort said that as long as he does not use black magic, he will not be affected. Owen believes that he has a ghost.Not everyone can stay sane in the dark or even get lost. Dumbledore and Snape were able to turn around because they both had love in their hearts, and then they repented after experiencing a lifetime of regret.

Owen doesn't want to do this!
After a long time, Owen slowly opened his eyes, which were filled with deep darkness.

"Dark Guardian!" He waved his wand.

A figure filled with black mist emerged in the pure white space, making the surrounding objects seem to be stained with a deep and gloomy color.It floats there quietly, extremely weird and abrupt, but it seems to be mocking all living beings.

"Summoning the black demon guard this time is a lot easier than last time." Owen summed up the difference between the two times before and after. The demand for magic power has been reduced a lot, and the need for malice is also less. "Sure enough, since it was summoned, it has been following me, and it has not completely dissipated at all."

However, although the Guardian of the Dark Devil is fully qualified for the work of the Patronus, and even has more uses, it looks like a very evil black magic.If Owen doesn't want to be expelled from Hogwarts and imprisoned in Azkaban, it's best not to use it in front of others.

If the Dark Guardian is not summoned, its normal function is not much different from that of the Patronus Charm. It can only keep Owen from being affected by the dementors... At most, he will not be afraid of entering Azkaban?In addition, there is no Patronus that makes people feel warm and happy... The more Owen thinks about it, the more he loses.

Well, if one day he can't think about it and wants to experience a different life, he can go to Azkaban to experience the decadent life with food and lodging?
"But it's really handsome... It's okay to treat it as a blackened version of the patron saint." Owen adjusted his mentality and began to look at the guard in front of him with appreciation.With a light wave of his hand, the Dark Demon Guard floated over lightly, circling around him obediently, the hem of the cloak fluttering gracefully.

Rabbit Muse, who was still squatting beside Owen and nibbling lettuce leaves, suddenly stopped, her two long ears pricked up, and the lettuce leaves in her mouth fell to the ground.Then she broke out at an unprecedented speed, and ran to a far corner with all her strength, staring at a pair of pitiful red eyes and trembling.

Owen glanced at the rabbit in the corner with a smile, and then looked away.In the state of summoning the black demon guard, his emotions will be more indifferent and malicious. Of course, he is by no means lacking in reason.

He waved his wand, and the quill automatically jumped up and quickly wrote in the open notebook, faithfully recording his feelings at this time.

Stretching out his hand to caress the hem of the black cloak, the cold and soft touch spread from his fingertips to his heart, a sense of intimacy and familiarity emerged spontaneously, as if it was a part of himself.Owen exerted a little force, and the hem of the clothes in his hand suddenly slipped from his fingers, as if passing through the body of a ghost.

Owen commanded it to flutter rapidly in the space. Its speed was very fast and its turns were extremely flexible, like a ball of black veil dancing freely.Owen slowly learned to control it, sometimes letting it pass through the bookshelves and tabletops in illusion, and sometimes let it float in the air holding up the wooden man used to practice spells.

Looking at the wooden man being carried away by the black demon guards, Owen squinted his eyes, and the black mist in the cloak suddenly rolled violently.The wooden man gradually turned black, and was finally corroded until it shattered when touched.

Next, he looked at his duplicate body again, and let the hem of the cloak lightly brush over the duplicate body's arm. The arm quickly turned black and black, and there were hideous corrosion wounds, which made people's scalp numb.

"Well, it can be false or real, hard to defend, and has a good black magic attack power." Owen recalled the feeling that Voldemort's guard brought him, maybe the dark guard also made people feel fear and despair like a dementor. power, but as the master, he is not affected.

"Finally..." Owen stood up from his chair, his expression becoming more solemn.He beckoned, and the Black Demon Guard floated over in the blink of an eye, and draped over him like a real piece of clothing.

A black mist as cold as water wrapped Owen's body, and a dark and dull cloak fluttered lightly behind him. The thick black mist covered his cheeks and most of his body, and only his exposed palms could be clearly seen and calves.Owen raised his hand and lowered the black top hat on his head. Only the white corners of his mouth could be seen on his misty face, as if wearing a mocking mask.

"It feels good." Owen murmured with a bright smile.The dark desire emerging in his heart is like a malicious flower that lures the soul to degenerate, and evil inspirations continue to emerge in his mind, making him seem to return to the day in his previous life...

With a light leap, he flew into the air lightly. His speed was not faster than those old antique broomsticks in the school, but he actually flew up by himself!

"Haha..." Owen laughed like a child who got a novelty toy, flying around in the space facing the wall freely.He waved his wand and cast a spell at the practice dummies. It was difficult to hit at first, but the accuracy got better and better.

It wasn't until his spirit started to get tired that he dispelled the black magic guard on his body. Feeling it melt into his body as a cold force, the smile on Owen's face never disappeared.

"Interesting, very interesting." He picked up his rabbit and held it high and turned it around, his expression immediately took on a deep mockery, "Can it arouse my malice? This obvious change is not difficult to find , but the subtle influence is hard to detect..."

"Alienation of white magic into black magic... I have never been exposed to similar knowledge. It seems that I will have to go to the restricted area in the future. You can also write a letter to ask at home. I remember that there are many advanced black magicians at home." Magic Book Collection."

"My current state is a bit dangerous. This magic has a great influence on me, much greater than ordinary black magic. Is it because it is converted from the Patronus Charm, so it is closer to the inner emotions?" Owen licked Licking his lips, he felt that even the three Unforgivable Curses would not have such an obvious impact on people, "It seems that the Dark Guardian cannot be used if it is absolutely necessary."

"I remember seeing some kind of joy on Voldemort's face when I successfully cast the spell... What is he eyeing me for?"

Owen gently hugged the trembling rabbit in his arms, comforted her tenderly, rolled his eyes, and his expression became interesting.

"It seems that Voldemort and Quirrell have eaten a lot recently..."

"As a student, how can you forget to have some fun for your dear professor?"

After finally calming down his somewhat excited mood, Owen exited the space facing the wall and returned to the warm bedroom with soft light.He rubbed his temples, feeling that the faint coldness in his heart has not dissipated, and the space facing the wall has not eliminated this effect for him.

"It seems that using the space facing the wall to avoid the side effects of learning black magic is not feasible." Owen frowned, and then he was relieved, "That's right, maliciousness comes from people's own emotions and thoughts. This proves that the space facing the wall cannot It's a good thing to change my mind... sort of."

"Black magic is really a big pit...how to solve this side effect?"

Owen moved his numb legs, Melet didn't know when he climbed up on top of him, and was huddling together and making a purring sound.

He turned his head, and suddenly saw a pair of green eyes staring at him silently, which was a little scary at first glance.

Owen took a closer look, and then said angrily, "Why are you staring at me, Harry?" The guy had a serious and pensive expression, which reminded him inexplicably of Snape's gaze.

(End of this chapter)