A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 82 Back to School
There was silence in the dark and narrow office. The candles on the table flickered slightly, making the shadows of all objects tremble slightly.Suddenly, the candlelight flickered violently, and two figures in black cloaks, one tall and one short, appeared out of nowhere, casting a deep black shadow on the ground.

"Ha, smooth return!" Owen said lively like a real child. It seems that the spectacular scene of countless spells flying over like bright fireworks from the previous moment still remains on his retinas. This kind of graceful walking on the edge of death The feeling made him shudder and have endless aftertaste.

Voldemort opened the box and checked the contents on his own, and said expressionlessly, "You almost made a mistake, Owen."

"Oh, professor, I didn't expect that guy to be controlled by the Imperius Curse a long time ago." Owen said innocently, his fingers twirling his wand nimbly, "I didn't even expect that when two people used it at close range at the same time." When the Imperius Curse controls a person, there will be a strange induction between the two, as if they are also connected together by the spell."

"That was so dangerous, I almost died. Or worse, I almost screwed up the task you gave me, professor..." Owen pretended to be extremely guilty, but he seemed to be watching in his heart The audience generally watched his slightly exaggerated performance coldly and jokingly.

Voldemort glanced at him with a half-smile, and said softly: "I only care about the result, if you fail tonight, there is no doubt that you will be punished..."

Owen smiled politely and brightly, and put the wand back into his pocket.

"Of course, since you have completed my task, I will not be stingy with rewards." Voldemort said, "I have always been very clear about rewards and punishments."

As he spoke, he looked at Owen with a strange expression, as if he was looking at a work that he was very satisfied with.It has to be said that Irving's performance tonight impressed him with admiration. His outstanding talent and outstanding heart, his unruffled quality and cruelty, and he was even good at using his harmless appearance and extraordinary charm all made him I thought of my former self.

He wouldn't mind accepting a young Death Eater if things went well with getting the Philosopher's Stone and he managed to get a perfect body.

As the Dark Lord who once spread fear throughout the wizarding world, and even made wizards dare not mention his name, Voldemort never considered whether he could control his subordinates.He is confident that with his incomparable magic power, no one will ever dare to betray him.

In his opinion, even if Owen has obtained a very high black magic potential because of the dark magic guard, it is impossible to surpass himself.Even after dozens or hundreds of years, this little guy can reach his current height by virtue of luck, but he will not stop climbing the peak of magic. He who is immortal will always make progress, while mortals will eventually decay.

Of course, if things with the Philosopher's Stone don't go well, he doesn't mind throwing away his decaying body and obtaining a body that is more suitable for him to live in temporarily and is easier to manipulate, so that he can gain greater autonomy, With stronger power, you can plan other means of resurrection.Presumably Owen will also be honored by this.

Voldemort looked thoughtfully at the innocent and harmless Owen. After a further fusion with the Dark Guardian, this body was already ready for use...but it was not enough. What he needed was not just a body. An unstable body still needs to be cultivated.Fortunately, Quirrell's body can last for a while, and the plan for Halloween has also been put on the agenda.

"My plan will be all right," thought Voldemort.Seeing that the Philosopher's Stone was already in sight, he began to look at Owen more towards his subordinates.

"It's very late now, I will give you your reward next time." He raised his pale right hand, patted Owen's shoulder lightly, and said in a low voice with a smile: "Welcome to the realm of dark arts .”

"Thank you for your guidance, Professor." Owen also responded calmly and politely, "Is there anything else I can help with? For example, medicinal materials or the Philosopher's Stone?"

"All the medicinal materials I need can be found here, including those that are difficult for you to obtain." Voldemort patted the black box he snatched, "As for the Philosopher's Stone, I have already arranged it, and you don't need to intervene. "

"Okay, Professor," Owen said.

"You need to go back and rest." Voldemort slowly sat down on the chair behind the desk, closed his eyes with a slightly pale and tired expression.

Owen blinked his eyes, and took off the black cloak on his body. The cloak was covered with dust during the previous fierce battle, and there were scorched black holes burned by the flames.He hung the cloak on his arm, squinted and asked in a caring tone, "Professor, are you okay? Do you need some chocolate?"

Voldemort just waved his hand without opening his eyes.

Owen bowed gracefully to his chest, then left the office lightly, and closed the door gently.

Walking in the dark corridor, he suddenly threw the cloak on his arm into the air, drew out his wand and said to it: "The flames are blazing."

The cloak ignited into a fireball in mid-air with a whoosh, illuminating the velvet curtains on the corridor wall and Owen's face with a bright smile.By the time the fireball fluttered to the ground, the cloak had been completely burned and turned into black ashes.

"Hehe, the great Lord Dark Lord had a great time. As a qualified subordinate, I should let this fish who slipped through the compulsory education understand what it means to keep a tiger for trouble." He laughed in his heart.

"My previous plan was still too conservative, boring, and too unambitious. As a magician, such an uncreative performance is not qualified at all. It is true that ease makes people regress." Owen pressed his palms on himself In his heart, he murmured with a smile.

Since he had liberated and made peace with his dark side, he found that nothing was different, it was just a simple step that could be taken at any time.After letting go of the shackles in his heart and seeing another world, he was able to face himself more freely and sincerely.

"Man is a collection of contradictions, opposites yet united." Owen thought to himself, and then sneered: "Of course, the problem of black magic still needs to be solved, and I don't want to end up being as inhuman as Voldemort... ..."

Just as he was briskly rushing to the common room, Voldemort opened his eyes and looked at the door closed by Owen, with a tired and weak expression, he raised his hand and rubbed the space between his brows.

He's had enough of this fragile and tired feeling!
With a slight wave of his right hand, the crucible used to brew potions flew over from the shelf beside him.At the same time, the locked cabinet on the side also opened with a click, and a series of medicinal materials and bottles and jars flew out of it.

He tapped again on the black box he had snatched tonight, and several potion ingredients of various shapes jumped out of it, mixing with the previous medicinal ingredients.

Following the command of his fingers, various potion materials were cut, squeezed, and ground in the air, and finally they lined up and jumped into the crucible that was already reddened by the flames.A series of operations are dazzlingly complicated, yet smooth with an elegant rhythm.There is no doubt that Voldemort is also highly accomplished in potions.

Soon, the medicinal liquid in the crucible became as clear as water, and he added a certain amount of unicorn blood into it, and the potion danced lively in the crucible, turning into a bright silver color, with A weird dark red.

"The elixir that can reshape the body is only missing the Philosopher's Stone." Voldemort said low and coldly, "It's been too long, I've waited too long... Quirrell, don't let me down."

He closed his eyes slightly, and his body trembled suddenly. Afterwards, there was a vague whimper in the office.

(End of this chapter)