A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 105 Curse

"curse……"

After hearing Owen's answer, Voldemort repeated it with great interest and sighed softly: "This is an extremely fascinating field of black magic. It is complex, magnificent and colorful. It happens to be a field that I am very good at."

Owen sniffed the aroma of the potion in the air, a look of anticipation on his pale cheeks.

He glanced at the steaming crucible inadvertently. The lavender mist looked a bit dreamy. By the way, why are the potions brewed by Voldemort so fragrant? Obviously most of the potions taste weird. Could it be that the Dark Lord has noticed it?

I have mysophobia, so I specially adjusted the flavor to suit me? If this is the case, then this is too considerate...

Owen was almost moved by his imagination, and the smile on his face became even brighter. Well, let's set a small goal first, and one day add some seasoning to the Dark Lord's potion.

Voldemort's words came slowly, waking him up from his state of random thoughts: "...Using a curse, you can make a person miserable or even die miserably from thousands of miles away. Once the curse fails, the caster will often have to

Bear the risk of backlash, of course, as long as you are strong enough, any backlash will be nothing more than a trivial episode."

"The forms of curses are ever-changing. You can curse a person's body from the inside out, and the three most powerful ones are blood, flesh, and bone. Curses targeting blood can be passed down to future generations along the bloodline, and curses targeting flesh

Curses cause people to become corrupted and deformed, and even create diseases and spread plagues, and curses targeting bones are often extremely lethal."

"But they are only curses for the body. When you go deep enough in this field, you can curse people's spirit and magic, and even souls, and even curse some conceptual things..."

Voldemort's narration was full of admiration and bewitchment. Owen couldn't help but think along with his description, and his heart was beating with excitement. It was obviously such a cruel black magic, but Owen felt extremely looking forward to it.

"Is this guy trying to seduce me again, or am I finally starting to become perverted?" Owen licked his lips, and the smile on his face had a strange meaning.

Owen smiled, nodded and said, "I understand, Professor."

The mouse suddenly let out a sharp howl. The skin under its gray hair began to become congested and swollen, and then large black boils appeared, and finally turned into a terrifying black wound. The flesh in the wound quickly rotted and became

The stench was so bad that in just half a minute, the mouse became shriveled and blackened, like a rotting corpse that had been dead for many days, but was still twitching in pain.

But at least he succeeded. He was able to realize his own problems, maintain his sanity and a clear understanding of himself, and avoid becoming paranoid and crazy unintentionally. He would never act like he was losing his mind and behave in a confusing way.

.For example, Voldemort’s paranoid pursuit of immortality, many dark wizards have become cruel and gloomy, and even have various quirks such as being gloomy and sneaky, not caring about their own image, not caring about mess, etc…

He took out a notebook and took notes while listening carefully.

Owen couldn't help but think of the scene where black magic was rampant in Hogwarts, where the first-year students were proficient in the Unforgivable Curse, and the second-year students were murderous... It was actually a bit emotional to think about it.

"Stop making trouble, Owen." Harry held his forehead helplessly, "It seems that we can only check the situation of other professors first."

Voldemort glanced at him with a half-smile, then looked at the increasingly bleak sky outside the window and the figures still flying around the field tirelessly, and said softly: "Of course, this is an interesting curse.

, I also put a lot of thought into it at the beginning.”

Owen looked at this scene indifferently, ruthlessly maintaining the erosion of the curse, and analyzing it coldly and calmly in his heart. Once this curse is imposed on a person, it will definitely be worse than death. Even if he is alive, he will be disfigured, disabled, and transformed.

If you don't have people or ghosts, it's better to die.

Turning his eyes slightly, he suddenly asked curiously: "It is rumored that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor position at Hogwarts is cursed. No one can stay in this position for a full year. Professor, what do you think about this?

What do you think? Can anyone really curse a position?"

"Is this the change brought about by black magic transformation?" Owen tilted his head thoughtfully. Those malice seemed to have been quietly integrated into his nature, closer than ever before. He could

He uses his soul to occupy and control the Black Devil Guard, but in turn, the Black Devil Guard is quietly influencing him.

Pursing his lips, he took a mint candy and stuffed it into his mouth. Owen flipped through the notes he had just taken, and it wasn't until Harry came over that he closed it with a "snap".

"Flesh rots." He slowly recited the spell, his voice sounding extremely cold.

Snape stared down at Harry's outstretched hand, with a strange and repulsive expression on his sallow face, as if it was covered with snot. He did not touch Harry's hand, but just motioned to him to open the door behind him.

The meaning is obvious: get out of here.

If a person can be malicious at any time and use black magic smoothly and freely, is this person evil?

"But you should always think about the increasing amount of homework we have accumulated..." Harry said dumbfounded. Especially since he had to complete the study tasks assigned by Dumbledore, he felt like he was losing his hair because of his busy schedule.

"Tsk, that's it." Owen smiled. His ability to accept has always been very strong, and the current state is not difficult for him to accept. At least he can guarantee that all the choices he makes are made by himself.

, malice will not spread and grow endlessly.

The three of them came to the Potions office, noisily, and Owen's mood became lighter, and he no longer thought about those messy things.

He slowly went downstairs. In the gorgeous oil painting hanging next to the stairs, people in different clothes were visiting the door lively. Owen's contemplative expression suddenly froze. He put his palm into his pocket and gently stroked his wand. He

Only then did he realize that he felt like a fish in water when he used black magic just now. The most important thing is that the malice came entirely from himself, not from the promotion of the black magic guards like before.

"Huh? Does homework actually take a lot of time?" Owen looked extremely confused.

Owen smiled deeply and twirled the wand in his hand. Isn't this how he was tricked into the path of black magic? But a young wizard of this age would go crazy if he learned too much black magic. In fact, he felt that he was a little bit

Inclined.

"You are the best professor." Owen said sincerely. But if Dumbledore really hired this person, would the Defense Against the Dark Arts class become a Dark Arts class?

The biggest effect of this curse is obviously torture rather than death. Even a mouse without magic power took a full five minutes before it became completely motionless. Owen silently cleaned up the mess and then left with a calm face.

left.

Whether it is a curse on a position, or other aspects. For example, when Voldemort placed a spell on his name at the peak of his power, his position would be sensed once someone calls him by his name. Owen believes that this must involve knowledge of curses.

Even the Dark Mark invented by the other party seemed more like a variant of the curse to Owen. Once it was marked, it was extremely difficult to remove. It just added many functions.

When the sky outside the window completely darkened and silence returned to the office, Owen realized that it was almost dinner time.

"Try it before you leave." Voldemort picked up another rat in a cage from the side.

"What can I do?" Harry looked at Owen's malicious smile, and the corner of his mouth twitched weakly. He knew that Owen's bad taste was coming again, but he still asked resignedly.

"Then, what I want to teach you is the curse of flesh." Voldemort said with a smile, "people's flesh and blood rot and decay, and they die in pain and despair. Even if they save their lives, they will face damage that cannot be healed for life...

Isn't this the best gift you can give your enemy?"

Owen chuckled and nodded, silently listening to the in-depth and simple teaching that followed, while not forgetting to write down the key points in his notebook.

"This is normal, the dean knows your abilities." Draco glanced at Harry's palm with envy, "You suddenly found an excuse to shake his hand that everyone could see was wrong.

If you make it clear that you are doubting him, I would be angry if you were someone else."

"Then, you can take advantage of the dean's confusion and take advantage of it. Of course, you will most likely be kicked away by the dean who reacts..." Owen said with a smile, "However, it is worth paying a little price.

Right?"

"But sometimes, the other person's name or even your own obsession can become your medium. Of course, such a curse is very profound and often requires you to pay some price yourself."

"In addition, the better you know the cursed person, the closer you are to the person, the stronger your magic is than the other person, and the stronger your will, the easier it will be for the curse to succeed." Voldemort said quietly,

"If you are willing to pay a greater price, it is not impossible to curse someone more powerful than you, but once this happens, the consequences will be extremely tragic, and you don't want to experience it."

"I must have lost my mind to follow the dean with you..." Draco also frowned.

"Do you want to verify whether Professor Snape is someone from the Aether Society in disguise?" Owen looked at the decoration above his head happily with his hands behind his back.

"If you want to have close contact with Professor Snape, I have a good idea." Owen smiled mysteriously.

Owen shook his head, waved his wand and pulled off one of the mouse's whiskers, and placed it on the table in front of him. He pointed at the long mouse whisker with the tip of his wand, and quickly reviewed the key points of the curse in his mind.

, a raging malice suddenly gathered in his heart and surged out along the wand.

It was only when he was walking on the way to the auditorium that he began to feel queasy and nauseous.

What an obsession this must be... Owen cursed.

Owen straightened his back straighter and his posture became more upright. There is no doubt that the person in front of him is probably the most adept at cursing magic in the world today.

"That's right..." Harry finally reacted, "Then what should we do..."

As soon as Harry walked out, the door to the Potions office slammed shut. The three young wizards stood outside the door and looked at each other, then walked to the Slytherin common room together.

Voldemort leisurely withdrew his gaze from the window, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and glanced at Owen with a playful look. He stopped continuing the topic and simply said: "I happen to have a curse here that is very suitable for you to learn."

Owen glanced at the ignorant mouse, wondering how much the Dark Lord hated mice. If Peter Pettigrew saw this scene, he didn't know what he would think.

Voldemort did not deny it, but simply said: "When you go deep enough in a certain field, you will find that the things you never dared to think about in the past are actually just things that are within easy reach. It is just a curse. When you

With enough media and obsession, it is not difficult to complete it.”

"Is this the consequence?" Owen whispered to himself, and then slowly raised the corners of his mouth, "I didn't expect that I pushed myself."

"Well, I've checked almost all the students recently and found no lurkers, so those guys could only be pretending to be professors." Harry nodded seriously, "And Professor Snape rejected me just now."

The biggest difference between humans and animals is that humans can control their own instincts. Owen has always had a strong balance in his heart.

"Seductive!" Owen looked at Harry up and down, stretched out his hand and said softly, "Put on a long crimson wig, speak softly, cover your face...with only a pair of eyes exposed, and then run to the dean.

Call me Severus affectionately..."

Under the command of Professor Snape, they dealt with some messy potion materials. Among them, Harry was responsible for the dirtiest and most tiring work. Owen and Draco were much more relaxed. It was obvious that Snape was deliberately punishing the main culprit. How much

There is also some personal grudge.

"It's time for confinement." The little wizard said listlessly, not curious about the notes in Owen's hand.

Owen nodded thoughtfully. Such a curse would be very costly, right? Otherwise Voldemort could just kill the enemies one by one by name. Of course, it does not rule out that the other party would not bother to pay any price to curse the minions he looked down upon.

, and it is difficult to curse Dumbledore.

Do you think anyone can control a quill pen to write homework automatically like you? And you are showing off!

The two little wizards looked at each other and reached out to grab Owen's shoulders, but he dodged it well prepared. Owen walked out of the auditorium quickly, smiling and winking his left eye playfully: "Sorry, I didn't know this.

It has caused harm to your young hearts..."

"Isn't this great? You can also learn a lot about potions by helping Professor Snape." Owen was in a good mood. He was still very much looking forward to the knowledge and skills that Snape would popularize from time to time.

,Well, it would be nice if the Potions office could be brighter and warmer.

Being targeted, Harry did not dare to get angry or speak out, so he had to work obediently. It was not until the end of the confinement that he sincerely extended his hand to Snape: "Dean, thank you very much for your guidance just now."

"Yes, I once wanted to get the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." Voldemort looked at a tall tower outside the window and said to himself, "In fact, I have always liked this school.

of."

The beard pointed at the tip of the staff quickly became dark, curly, and finally turned into a small puddle of black ash. At the same time, Owen felt that his curse magic was transmitting along a mysterious connection.

The maintenance is exerted on the mouse in the distance as if through an invisible channel.

Harry looked at him with a dull face, and Draco tried his best to hold back his laughter.

"Ha, evil me." He came to the auditorium unhurriedly, looked at the sumptuous dinner that had been placed on the table, but thought of the mouse just now... He instantly lost his appetite.

"Curse allows you to hurt your enemies without facing them face to face. Of course, it is also dangerous." Voldemort said slowly, "First of all, you need a medium. It can be something on the person you want to curse.

, the more important and closely related it is, the easier it is to succeed. For example, a hair is not as effective as a drop of blood."

Obviously, yes. Irving knew the answer immediately.

"You mean, professor, you cursed this position?" Owen raised his eyebrows. Although he had been mentally prepared, he was still surprised when he heard the other party's admission. Curse can really do this.

degree?

Owen carefully observed the expression on the other person's face, and it was the perfect question to ask the person behind the rumor.

"By the way, what is your ability? What did Dumbledore say?" Draco asked curiously.

"Mr. Dumbledore seems to have made a guess, but he didn't tell me, and he said he didn't know about the Aether Society." Harry shook his head with a heavy expression, remembering that Dumbledore had heard about the Aether Society.

He showed an unprecedented solemn expression when dealing with the situation, "I don't want to bother him. As you know, Mr. Dumbledore is very busy. These days, the dragon is always coming and going..."

Owen smiled. He knew that Dumbledore was busy these days and his time at Hogwarts was very irregular. The last time he arranged for the Aether Society to appear, he specifically chose a day when Dumbledore was not in school.

Otherwise, he would not have dared to be so unscrupulous. As for why he knew that Dumbledore was not there that day, of course Harry, who had more contact with Dumbledore, told him...

"Come on." He encouraged him somewhat perfunctorily.

(End of chapter)