A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 100 Black Magic Transformation

The new semester has begun, and the courses have become more difficult, and even the homework after class has increased a lot. The little wizards who have just returned to school have not yet gotten rid of the holiday syndrome, and they are complaining about getting more and more heavy.

among the learning tasks.

The first-year courses are relatively easy, but they still make many students sigh, especially the most difficult to learn, the Transfiguration Technique, which really makes many people want to chew through the textbooks.

Of course, the school's courses no longer have any difficulty for Owen. He spends more and more time in the wall-facing space, greedily absorbing the theoretical knowledge of magic and conducting experiments again and again. In order to prevent himself from completely

Falling into the abyss of darkness and working hard.

For this reason, he didn't even pay much attention to the study group gatherings. Under such circumstances, the study group still stubbornly did not disband. It must be said that it was thanks to Miss Know-It-All's guidance and Harry's mediation.

Stimulated by Owen, Hermione has studied hard in the past six months. With her excellent memory and outstanding magical talent, she has almost completed the knowledge of the second grade. This has exceeded everyone in the first grade except Owen.

Naturally, she was the teacher of a group of people. But she was still dissatisfied with her progress. She turned into a bowhead all day long and buried her face deeply in thick books. The dark circles under her eyes never disappeared.

Although Owen warned her that overworking at a young age would lead to early hair loss, poor skin and short growth, the little witch felt that falling behind in studies was much more terrible than that. Well, she will always understand when she grows up.

The taste of regret.

Daphne is also a smart little witch. She is not so eager for quick success in her studies, but is steady and steady. She is faultless in both theoretical knowledge and magic practice. However, she has always been low-key, like a flower.

The subtle and beautiful tulips bloom quietly, not ostentatiously, but cannot be ignored.

Draco and Pansy, who joined later, were in about the same condition. The two of them basically played and studied for a while. It would kill them to have them sit there and study during the break, but the two of them just couldn't.

They didn't fall far behind in the course either. In Owen's words, they were indeed gifted in spells, especially when it came to some small evil spells that could hurt people. They were simply self-taught.

For this reason, Harry had to prevent them from finding trouble with Hermione and Neville when they were idle. As typical Slytherins and Gryffindors, it was normal for both parties to dislike each other, especially Harry.

He always showed extraordinary protection and favoritism towards Hermione and the others, which made Draco extremely unhappy. He always felt as if his things had been taken away by someone he had never liked very much.

Who can bear to be robbed?

Although Hermione usually chooses to roll her eyes or just ignore it, Neville is often furious with Draco. Fortunately, Draco gradually knows how to control a certain degree and keep this kind of small conflicts within the scope of healthy competition.

Guilty, but his bad mouth is really annoying.

The dormitory was still empty, Draco and Theodore were probably doing homework, and Harry hadn't come back from Dumbledore's place yet. Owen silently climbed into bed and recited the spell to himself, which he had already mastered.

Conventional methods won't work, and Owen can only think of using the power of emotions, such as malice.

"This is too much." Owen shook his head.

He was already very proficient in the first part, but when he finished reciting the second part of the incantation, Owen only felt that he became in a trance, as dizzy and confused as if he was drunk. He lay on the desk trying to maintain his sobriety,

Seriously feel all the changes in yourself and wait for the process to end.

This little nightmare the size of a human head is floating aimlessly on the edge of the white mist space, like a small balloon, with its small red eyes open in confusion, and a long and faint sound coming from its mouth, unconscious, but yet

Has instinct.

Owen glanced at the rabbit muse currently living in a corner of the wall-facing space, and felt that the state between the two was somewhat similar. The rabbit was in a superimposed state of life and death, and would show one side with Owen's interference, but the mutant nightmare

The state is obviously more stable and more wonderful.

However, after the Christmas holidays, Harry always seemed anxious and uneasy, especially as the first Saturday of the new semester got closer and closer, his whole figure seemed to have turned into a frost-beaten eggplant, exuding a sense of melancholy and resentment.

His aura and temperament seemed fragile.

As if touching a cloud of cold smoke, the nightmare followed instinct and penetrated into Owen's body from the palm of his hand. A chill spread up his arm, bringing a slight numbness, but it was not obvious.

It takes a long time for the nightmare to occupy a person's body, and there is nothing that can be done to those with a strong will or high magic power.

Fortunately, he has figured out the specific structure. Even if he cannot understand it, he can directly create a similar structure mechanically. As long as his soul has similar characteristics, he may be able to achieve similar functions to the mutant nightmare.

The Black Devil Guard can capture souls, so it can naturally touch such beings. In fact, although nightmares possess some of the qualities of souls, they are not essentially souls. They can only be said to be a magical creature. Fortunately, it is

It's not the soul. After all, the study of the soul is still a field that is out of reach for Owen now. The magic that he currently knows that can affect the soul, apart from the black devil guard, there are only three unforgivable curses, which can only hurt.

, but forget about research.

"But do I have a choice? Do I have to wait to be possessed by Voldemort? Or do I try to help him get the Sorcerer's Stone to resurrect him?" Owen refused in his heart, after all, Voldemort is a real dog. "And the side effects of black magic must be resolved as soon as possible.

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"The power of the Black Devil Guard?" Owen lowered his eyes and looked at his palm. This power rushed towards the nightmare that had just invaded. Amidst a burst of sharp cries that seemed to come from inside the body, the nightmare was completely ignored.

It was pinched out mercilessly, just like the Dark Devil Guard pinched to death the souls it tore out.

After going round and round, he finally managed to come up with a prototype, but it just turned into a black magic...

Casting spells without spells or wands! Owen stared at the ominous shadow in front of him, feeling that his connection with it was even more inseparable. At the same time, he seemed to be able to control it as if he were controlling his own body.

"Harry, what's wrong with you recently?" Owen had just finished an experiment in the wall-facing space. When he came out, he saw Harry's haggard face, and even his beautiful green eyes became dim.

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The first rule of "Basic Rules of Magic" by the master of magic theory Adebe Wulflin is: to tamper with the deepest secrets at will - the source of life, the essence of oneself - one must be prepared to bear the most extreme and dangerous consequences.

Owen was just about to close his eyes and experience this feeling carefully, when a colder and more evil dark power suddenly emerged from the depths of his body, occupying his entire body in an instant, making his eyes even darker.

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As he spoke, he groaned and his expression became lifeless: "After returning to school, Blaise told me that he mixed a few real cockroaches into the pile of cockroaches..."

Various theories, experimental data and conjectures about the improvement of Ravenclaw's mind separation magic have been filled up in a thick notebook. Owen turned to the last few pages and pondered for a while, then turned his attention to what he copied from the Nightmare Forest.

The mutant nightmare that comes.

"No, I've finished reading." Harry grinned, "I don't know what to say...During Christmas, Blaise gave me a big bag of cockroaches. You know, they look exactly like cockroaches and can still crawl around.

A kind of candy... I couldn't eat it, so I thought that Professor Dumbledore admired this kind of candy, so I gave it to him during the Christmas banquet."

Harry looked resentfully at Owen, who was laughing and gloating, and suddenly felt that he would no longer be in love.

The magic talents of the two big guys are really not very good. The most important thing is that they can't turn around in their brains, but they are not without advantages. In Owen's opinion, the magic spells cast by Crabbe are quite powerful, with strong destructive power but poor control.

So, he's a good master of black magic, but he's prone to backfire on himself. As for Goyle, well, he's a real fool, and Owen thinks it's more suitable for him to punch people with his fists.

"Isn't it unreliable to use black magic to solve the side effects of black magic?" Owen looked at the messy revised notes in front of him, his expression changing, "And when it involves the transformation of the soul, I always feel that it might be a trap...

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Harry's eyes were empty and he said in a low mood: "I have never seen Dumbledore these days. What if he has already eaten? What if he thinks I am deliberately causing harm..."

"Hahaha..." Owen finally couldn't help but laugh out loud, waking up Meleta who was sleeping on his lap. The little kitten Anzi bit his fingertip angrily and kicked it with her hind paws.

The palm of his hand.

Owen suddenly raised his hand and touched his nose. Fortunately, his nose was still there. Then he tugged on his thick hair. Well, he was not bald. He came to the mirror in a funny way and looked at himself in the mirror.

However, with Owen's level of knowledge, he could not understand the principle of this state at all. Even when combined with Ms. Elizabeth's research notes on the soul, he felt confused.

Owen tried to make the Dark Guard fly left and right, and even controlled it to make a sound. He couldn't help but think of the Order of the Phoenix's method of using the patron saint to convey messages. The two seemed to have the same purpose. And when Owen

After letting go of the control, the dark guard returned to its previous state, circling around him obediently and flexibly.

As for the change of soul, there is no doubt that it also falls within this rule.

In the end, research inevitably involves the soul. Even if the structure of the final goal is already in place, it only needs to be adjusted and changed step by step, but the soul is inherently something that is difficult to be affected.

In addition, there are Crabbe and Goyle... well, let's just think of them as the old janitors.

The little wizard's face in the mirror was calm but with a hint of coldness. His originally pale complexion became even paler, and even his lips were pale white, which made him look unhealthy.

A large part of the side effects of black magic is that if a person is immersed in malice for too long, he will involuntarily become evil and paranoid. The method Owen used is actually to change his own way of thinking to isolate this subtle influence.

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There were no obstacles, and the magic was released very smoothly. After all, Owen's original negative emotions were not divided by him. After experiencing several abuses of black magic, this part of the malice should not be underestimated. Fortunately, he can still

Restraint. Owen paid close attention to the traces of new malice and found that they followed a strange connection and merged into the Black Demon Guard, but they could still be mobilized at will to enhance the power of Owen's own magic.

After adjusting to his condition, Owen returned to the wall-facing space in a good mood and stretched out without any image in the white world.

The research on the mutant nightmare lasted for several days, and Owen soon discovered a special structure worth paying attention to. He was somewhat surprised to find that it seemed to be in a wonderful superposition state, like two identical nightmares overlapping but separated.

Tightly entangled, but there is actually only one. It is precisely because of this magical state that the mutant nightmare can control two bodies at the same time, because it is essentially one body but has two sides.

Owen's dark magic guardian may have violated this rule. The patron saint is not only the incarnation of the wizard's positive and happy emotions, but also represents a part of the wizard's secret and positive self. The dark magic transformation of the patron saint is undoubtedly alienation and betrayal.

This part of myself. As for the consequences, Owen also felt it deeply. He was being dragged towards the dark abyss and couldn't stop running wildly.

The mysterious and long spell echoed faintly in the dark bedroom, carrying a strange and mysterious meaning. After Owen finished reciting the spell, he lay on the bed in a daze, staring blankly at the green curtain on the top of the four-poster bed.

, letting the magic spell change his body and even his soul little by little.

"I'm seriously considering whether to kill him." Harry said quietly.

Unknowingly, he fell asleep slowly, and it was not until early morning that he climbed out of bed with a confused look on his face. Melete didn't know when she had climbed onto his pillow, curled up and fell asleep against his cheek.

"About this matter, you have to go to Blais and ask for an explanation." The smile on Owen's face became wider and wider.

He raised his eyes and looked at the next nightmare. This magical creature obviously had the characteristics of a partial soul and could not be touched or hit by physical attacks, just like a ghost or a dementor.

"Are you worried that you haven't finished reading the pile of books Mr. Dumbledore assigned?"

Owen couldn't help but lick his lower lip with the tip of his tongue. Owen squinted his eyes to savor this unrestrained feeling. He couldn't help but hold his cheek and murmured with a smile: "Black magic is really charming."

"Really successful?" Owen slowly put down his wand, feeling a little unreal for a moment. "It seems that there are no side effects, or is it hidden too deep for me to see?"

He chuckled and stretched out his hand to the black devil guard. The dark shadow swirled in the air, wrapped lightly around his body, and covered his whole body in darkness. Owen tried to touch the shadow in front of him with his hand.

Nightmare, this time, he successfully touched it.

"Then we must first understand its structure, which requires dissection..." Owen waved the wand in his hand gracefully, endless malice surged crazily in his heart, and the dark guard quietly appeared beside him.

Seeing a group of young wizards going in weird directions under his influence, Owen was quite satisfied, and I guess the future won't be too boring.

"This part is considered a success." Owen felt his emotions and found nothing missing. Then, he looked a little weird. He didn't use the wand or recite a spell. He just moved his mind and the dark guard quietly appeared in front of him.

In front of you.

"This part is also successful. There is only one last part left, the side effects of black magic..." Owen closed his eyes, then took out his wand, mobilized his emotions and released several spells on the dummy beside him.

The unforgivable curse.

"Don't you need to spend connection points to copy things in the nightmare space? Then there will be no shortage of experimental products." He copied multiple nightmares in succession, and then extended his palm towards one of them.

Time passed minute by minute, and he didn't know how long it had passed before Owen regained consciousness. He stood up, checked himself first, and found nothing abnormal, then closed his eyes and felt his own thoughts. He felt

My mind has never functioned so clearly. The brain seems to be divided into two independent but closely cooperating parts, as if it has evolved from a single core to a dual core.

It was exactly nine o'clock in the evening. Owen stood up from the armchair by the fireplace, put Melete in the chair, gently stroked her furry head, and then walked towards the bedroom.

Harry is now also an academic master. His talent is already outstanding. After restraining his playful thoughts, he has made rapid progress in Potions and Charms. He even cannot catch up with Hermione in learning Duel Charms.

.It’s just that he is also a bit academic, and his performance in transfiguration is quite satisfactory. As for the history of magic, he often naps in class.

Owen thought for a while and tried to copy this little thing like other items. The white mist gathered silently, and another identical nightmare emerged out of thin air. The two little things swayed lightly with red eyes, which made Owen

His eyes lit up.

He pointed his wand at his forehead and recited a somewhat long and complicated spell. This transformation was divided into two parts. The first was to use the improved Ravenclaw mind-splitting magic to change his own thinking and divide all future ones.

The new evil thoughts were separated. The second was to use the soul transformation magic he created to change the state of the soul.

Although the nightmare in front of him was unconscious, he instinctively let out a sharp howl. The sound was extremely harsh. Owen used his wand to slice open the nightmare's body without any emotion, exploring it obsessively like a mad scientist. From time to time, he used

Come up with a few magic spells for detecting and collecting data, and write down your gains and inspirations in a notebook aside.

Owen did not recklessly try it directly on his own body. Instead, he repeatedly entered and exited the wall-facing space several times, and conducted a total of seven experiments until he became very proficient in the practice, eliminated all possible hidden dangers, and worked out certain details.

After some improvements, I finally made up my mind.

The expression on Owen's face froze. After blinking slightly, he pursed his lips tightly and struggled to suppress a smile. A faint blush appeared on his slightly pale cheeks.

Sure enough, Voldemort was a prehistoric pit, and Dumbledore who lured him to Hogwarts was really scornful! Although Dumbledore probably didn't know that Voldemort had sneaked in, he was still scornful!

Owen shook his head and put aside all the concerns that suddenly popped up in his mind: "Let's try and improve it in the wall-facing space first. I hope the problem won't be too big."

This kind of mutated nightmare can control two bodies at the same time in a mysterious way. What troubles Owen is precisely that it is difficult for his mind to have the characteristics of a soul, unable to fill that empty shell. But if he can make his soul seem like a mutated

Nightmares occupying two bodies at the same time may be able to solve this problem.

In this way, the soul, as a superimposed state, can occupy both the body and the Black Devil Guard at the same time, and that part of the mind can also be implanted in the Black Devil Guard, using its own original malice as a bridge, and can still be easily exploited without

As for the impact on yourself.

Neville has made great progress in these days, and has shown extraordinary courage and determination to refuse to admit defeat. Although he is still clumsy, he has also learned to be cool and retaliate to Draco, and his honest look has become his protective color.

"The Black Devil Guard can protect me from being possessed by some things, but when faced with a more powerful and evil soul, it will turn into the most suitable body... It's really extreme." Feeling the power in the body disappear again

Going down, Irving slowly raised the corners of his mouth, "Are you just enjoying it if you can't resist?"

Harry glanced at him as if dreaming, and said in a sleepy tone: "On Saturday, I'm going to Professor Dumbledore's office..."

He did not waste time and began to use various methods to try and rule out the problem, testing his current situation again and again, and finally found that this state was indeed quite good.

Owen's eyes hidden under the black mist looked at the nightmare in his hand indifferently. Then he raised his wand, mobilized the power of the black devil guard, and penetrated the nightmare's pale and illusory body.

Owen caressed his cheek, not surprised by this. After all, what he performed was a kind of dark magic transformation, and it would have some impact.

He smiled brightly at himself in the mirror, but a black mist suddenly filled his dark eyes. The ominous black mist spread all over his body in an instant, making him look mysterious and evil.

"Sure enough, once you fall into the darkness, it is difficult to return to the light. What follows is an endless confrontation and pull between reason and evil thoughts. However, it is still interesting." Owen said with a half-smile, "This way I can go more freely.

Become a... dark wizard."

The little wizard in the mirror quietly returned to his original state, and the surroundings remained silent as before.

(End of chapter)