A ruined Hogwarts

The atmosphere in the dimly lit office was extremely silent for a moment. Only the crackling sound of the fire mixed with the sound of rain outside filled the lifeless space.

Quirrell shook the corner of the table irritably, while Owen's expression remained calm. The two looked at each other, but Quirrell's gaze became erratic and empty in an instant, and his expressions changed like faces. In the end, he seemed to gain more confidence, but his face showed a very reluctant but forced to obey expression.

Owen carefully observed the changes in his expression, and silently thought about how to deal with it next.

The kitten Nizi in his hand became furry again, and looked at Owen helplessly with a pair of golden eyes, then struggled to get into the pocket of his robe. It regretted following this guy just like that, and fell into the hands of a terrible evil thing. It was so frightened that the cat was so frightened all night long that it even refused to let the cat live.

Quirrell raised his eyes and looked at Owen, his expression extremely dissatisfied but also malicious. He said softly: "What if the master wants your allegiance?"

He squinted 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 was too powerful and too strict. Although he wanted to take the credit for resurrecting the Dark Lord with his own abilities, the punishment for his mistakes and failure made him feel scared from the bottom of his heart.

"Come on, become followers of the Dark Lord! When he comes back, we will get rewards and the highest glory that we have never dreamed of!" Quirrell shouted with a fanatical expression, like a fanatical believer who has 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 moment, he felt extremely difficult.

Assuming what Quirrell said is true, then many of his methods must not 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 just lingering now, once he really comes back one day, Owen himself can go on the run, 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 fools, they are ignorant!" Quirrell sneered, "Their shallow knowledge will never understand how powerful the master is. He has truly entered the realm of immortality! Even if we fall into a trough for a moment, as long as we Help him get the Philosopher's Stone, and he will rise again, and by then he will complete his unfinished business and take the entire world by storm!"

"How do you prove that this is not a fabrication made up by people who want me to obey? In fact, I think this is more likely." Owen looked at him indifferently.

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

"Owen Shafiq, your parents originally supported the Dark Lord's ideas." Quirrell also found that this could not be proved for the time being, so he changed his words and said, "It's just that they were too cowardly and only dared to support silently behind the scenes, but they I dare not fight for the Dark Lord...but you are different. The Dark Lord has seen your intelligence, extraordinary courage, and high ambition."

"You can do better than your parents, do things they dare not imagine, and achieve feats that amaze them and everyone else... Only the Dark Lord can achieve you, Owen Shafiq." Quirrell's eyes flashed. Moving.

No, they would 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 again, paused and then said, "When he really comes back, I am willing to follow him."

Quirrell's face darkened, and he wanted to say something, but then his expression moved slightly, as if he was listening. After a moment, he looked at Owen with a strange and jealous look, nodded with a cold face and said, "Remember what you said."

"Of course." Owen nodded.

"In addition to the magic stone, you also need to work hard to find some herbs and even magic potions for us." Chilo said coldly.

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

"Beyond that, you have to promise that you will not tell or even remind others in any way what you know about me and the Dark Lord." Quirrell continued.

"I promise." Owen muttered.

"Then, there is one last thing." The corner of Quirrell's mouth twitched, "Master knows that you are very close to 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 Oblivion Curse as soon as they met. It turned out to be Harry's fault.

"No, the Boy-Who-Lived trusts you." Quirrell smiled grimly, "much more than Draco Malfoy who always stays with him. Master knows everything... …”

"Okay, I don't know about this myself." Owen said softly, "I understand, 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 and wiped it carefully before putting it back.

"Of course, the Dark Lord will not let his followers' efforts go in vain. It was easy for him not to 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." The Dark Lord is now in his body, and teaching Owen means that he can also have sex for free. How can this not make him excited? For a time, he seemed to be more pleased with Owen.

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

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

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

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

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

"Is that so..." Owen lost interest instantly. He didn't have much need for magic spells at the moment, and he still had so many spells that he hadn't yet mastered.

But it seems impossible not to make a request now... Owen thought about the spells that he hadn't yet understood the principles of or started learning, and took out his wand and pointed at a roll of parchment on the table. The paper spread out automatically, and a quill on the side jumped up and wrote on it:

The Iron Armor Curse, the Forgetting Curse, the Explosive Curse, the Confusion Curse and the All-Ending Curse.

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

As for these curses, Owen wrote them down casually, the Dark Lord fooled around, and the matter was over. He doesn't covet anything from the Dark Lord now. The other party’s dark magic? That is magic that can really corrode people's hearts. Owen will naturally start to study it when he is strong enough to suppress its side effects, but now it is best for him to stay away from this thing.

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

"That's it?" Quirrell looked at the writing on the parchment and was dumbfounded. At this moment, he wanted to open Owen's head and see if his brain was filled with water. That's the Dark Lord. You want to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts from him? Are they all common curses?

He really heard the Dark Lord say "Huh?" in his brain, and the other party was obviously very confused.

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

"No problem." Owen took a look and nodded seriously.

"Nothing else?" Quirrell asked reluctantly.

"Um...Patronus Charm?" Owen said thoughtfully, and then showed an awkward but polite smile. It seems that you have touched the opponent's blind spot, isn't it a bit arrogant?

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

"Professor Quirrell, it's not a good habit to be too ambitious." Owen spread his hands innocently, "I'm just a first-year wizard."

"Oh, it's getting late. Please allow me to say goodbye, Professor." Owen took out his pocket watch again and looked at it.

"You go ahead." Quirrell said.

"Goodbye, professor." Owen walked out of the office and closed the door.