A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 42 Oath

Owen quickly walked along the dark and dark corridor, followed the downward stairs and entered the underground of the castle.

The cold, damp air from the underground rushed towards his face, dispelling the slight drowsiness in his mind and making his brain extremely clear-headed.

"Huh, it's so dangerous." Owen let out a long sigh of relief. The experience tonight really made his head hurt.

"No, I seem to have forgotten something." He squinted his eyes, rubbed the fingers of his right hand quickly, and then returned to the wall space in an instant.

Everything in the space is as calm as before, except for a copy of Owen standing there blankly, like a silent sculpture.

Owen's expression changed, and he stared deeply into the replica's eyes. After a moment, as the feeling of walking through a dazzling tunnel came over him, his consciousness switched to the replica, and the memories that were divided by him returned without any hindrance.

in his brain.

"So that's it." He raised his eyebrows suddenly.

Without any further delay, he left the space facing the wall and returned to his body that had paused on the spot.

"It seems that he was fooled, but he didn't bind me with an oath?" Owen glanced at the long corridor behind him suspiciously, "Did Voldemort's brain really be split into seven parts by him?"

"Let me think about it... Judging from Voldemort's performance, he is really weak now. Limited by Quirrell's physical condition, he only dares to use some spells that are not burdensome. He can't even maintain Legilimency for long.

, and it's not very powerful." Owen pursed his lips and analyzed, "He can't control his body for too long, and Quirrell's body is being eroded by him and is constantly weakening..."

As long as it is not the "Unbreakable Vow", which is a highly binding magic, there are loopholes in other oath magic. Owen is not afraid that the other party will force him to make an Unbreakable Vow. After all, there is no third person here with a wand to do it for them.

witness.

"There is another oath: when the Dark Lord really comes back, I will follow him..." Owen couldn't help but chuckle. He said "follow" rather than "follow." "Well, following you will knock your sap.

You can’t blame me, but I should have broken the oath curse by then.”

"Okay, I take back what I just said, Voldemort's brain is not completely broken yet..." Owen breathed heavily for a while, closing his eyes and feeling the relief after the pain dissipated.

For another example, regarding Harry's issue, Owen was the first to say, "I will monitor him." It was just monitoring. As for whether or not to tell them the truth, and how much truth to tell, it was up to Owen himself.

"So, after this incident is over, how should I explain to Dumbledore how I fell under Quirrell's Imperius Curse?"

For example, Owen said "I will help you get the Philosopher's Stone." He said "get" rather than "get". Let them touch it and it counts as getting it. Besides, "help" itself is a very subjective word.

, Irving can help with all his strength, or he can only help a little. When and how he helps, it all depends on Irving himself.

"A child of the Shafiq family? It's very interesting and not simple. I didn't expect that such a person would appear in the increasingly cowardly Shafiq family. The potential of pure blood is indeed endless." Voldemort's voice was very soft,

With a little imperceptible recollection, "Smart, cautious, cunning, very talented, and very sober... at least much more sober than you, Quirrell."

"I originally wanted to use other methods to control him, but he made me a little interested." He continued in a whispering voice, "I want to see what he will do when he is in a desperate situation and falls into darkness.

What kind of choices, what kind of potential is unleashed, haha..." His laughter was cold and teasing.

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, Quirrell murmured with a trembling tone: "Master...Master, you are too tolerant to him. He doubts your identity and keeps pushing and shoving. There is no sincerity at all! He should be punished

punish……"

"So you have to hurry up and get the Philosopher's Stone, Quirrell, don't let me down again." Voldemort said in a hissing voice. As the Dark Lord who once brought endless fear to the wizarding world, as long as he can recover his body, he will not

If you are afraid of anyone, at most you are just a little afraid of Dumbledore.

"Wait, no, this is an oath? When did it happen?" Owen didn't care to think about this problem. He quickly gave up the idea of ​​reporting in his heart and strengthened his thoughts. After a long time, this kind of punishment for almost violating the oath was

It stopped, and the symbol on the back of his hand disappeared, as if nothing had happened.

"All in all, now is the time when Voldemort is at his weakest and most embarrassed. Of course at this time..." Owen paused, then changed direction and walked directly towards the Potions Office, "Of course he will add insult to injury. I hope Professor Snape will

In the office."

"Master, aren't you worried that he will turn against you?" Quirrell screamed, "He has no loyalty to you at all!"

"Qi Luo, are you questioning my decision?" A cold and stern voice sounded beside him, "Or do you want to teach me how to do things?"

He leaned against the wall and frowned slightly, taking stock of all the previous details, and then suddenly opened his eyes: "It was when Quirrell was reciting the sound-blocking spell in the office! It seems that he also learned something from Voldemort, or in other words

It was the curse that Voldemort himself recited at that time..." Owen thought of Quirrell's appearance of losing power after reciting the incantation, which was probably caused by Voldemort sneaking out for a moment.

"Well..." Owen held his wand in his hand and unconsciously rotated and tossed it smoothly on his fingertips. A playful and sly smile appeared on his face for a moment: "Hey, fortunately, I'm not without one either.

beware."

"Then, the only binding oath for me now is that I will not inform or remind others of tonight's events in any way." Owen turned around indifferently and continued walking towards the common room. This sentence came from

What Quirrell said came with strict restrictions, which obviously couldn't be circumvented, but it was harmless.

"Master...Master, I am just loyal to you..." Quirrell sobbed.

Everything he had done before was just to stabilize the other party. If Voldemort asked him to take a magical oath, Owen would naturally use other methods to compromise with the other party, and then find a way to trick him to death quietly. Now that there is no oath to bind him

, Irving still keeps him for the New Year? Of course, he must report it and find a proper way to send him back to his hometown.

After all, Voldemort is really a helpless man. He damaged his brain by making Horcruxes, and he still enslaves his followers in a self-righteous way. There is definitely no bright future with him. As long as he can live up to his expectations, Owen

He wouldn't stand so firmly with Dumbledore.

"There is no need to say such things again. Voldemort knows everything, and you have regretted it more than once." Voldemort's tone was cold and impatient, "You can't hide your thoughts from me, Quirrell."

Just after taking two steps, Owen suddenly felt a sharp pain on the back of his left hand. This sharp pain quickly spread along his arm to his heart, and his heart seemed to be tightly strangled by a thin fishing line, shrouded in pain and suffocation.

It hit him, causing his whole body to tremble slightly.

…

"Don't dare... don't dare, master!" Quirrell shook his head quickly.

He had been on guard against this for a long time, so whether it was all the promises made in the Forbidden Forest or in Quirrell's office, Owen tried to ensure that they came from his own mouth, rather than being put forward by the other party for him to agree. Those words

They seem to have a firm stance, but they actually leave themselves a lot of leeway.

He staggered and held on to the wall beside him to prevent him from falling to the ground. He gasped for breath and looked down at his burning left hand. Only then did he see a strange black symbol appear on the back of his hand.

The pattern resembles a variant of the "V" letter, glowing in the deepest black.

"Or do you think that Voldemort in his heyday will be defeated again? Once is enough, only once...only Harry Potter..."

"No, that's not what I meant, Master..." Quirrell said tremblingly.

"I believe that this Shafiq will not disappoint me. He will help me find out what kind of magic power is hidden in the Boy Who Lived." Voldemort murmured, "What is the aura of the protagonist that the fax machine mentioned?

What kind of power is it? With this power, can the great Dark Lord be defeated?"

Even with his extensive knowledge, he had never heard of such a talent.

Sure enough, Harry Potter is his fierce rival!

(End of chapter)