A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 41 The Dark Lord’s Request

In the dimly lit office, the atmosphere 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 back and forth. In the end, he seemed to

He gained more confidence, but his face showed a very reluctant and 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 had fur exploded again. It glanced at Owen helplessly with a pair of golden eyes, and then struggled to get into the pocket of his robe. It regretted following this guy like this, and fell into a trap all over its body.

In the hands of evil and terrible things, the cat was frightened and frightened all night long, and it even made the cat unable to live.

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

He narrowed his eyes and looked at Owen. Although he was reluctant, having one more person to share the pressure might be a good thing for him. The master was too powerful and too strict. Although he wanted to take the credit for resurrecting the Dark Lord with his own ability.

, but the punishment for making 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 his memory, he never expected to get such an answer. For a moment, he felt extremely troubled.

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

But once he really comes back one day, Owen himself can go on the run, but what about 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. When the time comes, he will complete his unfinished business and take the entire world by storm!"

"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.

I dare not fight for the Dark Lord...but you are different. The Dark Lord has seen your intelligence, extraordinary courage, and high ambition."

"I will help you get the Philosopher's Stone." Owen repeated it again, paused and then said, "When he really comes back, I am willing to follow him."

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 like Dumbledore and the Dark Lord can play it successfully.

"I will help you get the Philosopher's Stone." Owen said slowly.

As for these curses, Irving wrote them down casually, and the Dark Lord fooled around, and the matter was over. Now he does not covet anything from the Dark Lord at all. The other party's black magic? That is the magic that can really corrode people's hearts. When Owen becomes stronger,

When he is sure to suppress its side effects, he will naturally start researching it, but now it is best for him to stay away from this thing.

Quirrell paused for a moment, and then said with regret: "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."

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

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

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

…”

"How do you prove that this is not a fabricated statement that you want me to obey? In fact, I think this is more likely." Owen looked at him indifferently.

"Hmm... the Patronus Charm?" Owen said thoughtfully, and then showed an awkward but polite smile. It seemed that he had touched the other party's blind spot, wasn't he a bit arrogant?

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

"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 moment, he seemed to dislike Owen.

few.

Quirrell laughed leisurely: "That's it?"

There is no doubt that magic spells 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 become corrupted in the hands of powerful wizards.

for magical effects.

Owen took the wand, took out a soaked white handkerchief from his pocket and wiped it carefully before putting it back.

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

"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.

"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 practiced yet.

"Nothing else?" Quirrell asked reluctantly.

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

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, and can make many magic spells gain a certain level.

Strengthening and expanding can make up for many weaknesses.

"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, and you actually

Want to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts from him? Or are they just common spells?

He really heard the Dark Lord say "huh?" in his brain, and it was obvious that the other party was also extremely confused.

"You can't kill him, surveillance is enough." Quirrell said with a sneer, and then threw Owen's wand back to him.

"I promise." Owen muttered.

"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.

"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 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 Shafik." Quirrell's eyes flashed.

Moving.

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

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

"Besides, 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.

But it seems impossible not to make a request now... Owen was thinking about the spells that he hadn't yet understood the principles of or started to learn. He took out his wand and pointed at a roll of parchment on the table. The paper opened automatically, and a piece of parchment on the side was opened.

A quill jumped up and wrote on it:

"Then, there is one last thing." The corner of Quirrell's mouth twitched, "Master knows that you are very close to Harry Potter."

"Of course." Owen nodded.

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 glanced at Owen with a strange and jealous expression, nodded coldly and said, "Remember you

What you said."

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

No, they will just hang me up and break my legs! Owen said silently in his heart.

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

"Professor Quirrell, it's not a good habit to aim too high." 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.

(End of chapter)