A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 49 Individual Teaching

"Owen, where are you going?"

Blaise asked curiously when he found Owen mysteriously not returning to the common room again.

"Go to Professor Quirrell and ask some questions about Defense Against the Dark Arts." Owen narrowed his eyes and smiled. There is nothing that cannot be said. It is only natural for students to ask questions to their teachers.

"Huh?" Blaise looked frightened, "You ask him? I think you might as well read the book by yourself..."

"Or have you finally found the hidden advantages in Quirrell?" His eyes widened. Harry and Daphne on the side also looked over curiously.

"Yes, his theoretical knowledge is actually very solid." Owen said the truth seriously, "After all, he is an outstanding graduate of Ravenclaw, so he always has two skills."

"If the two brushes you mentioned are stuttering and the other is covered in garlic...then I agree." Draco happened to stroll over with Crabbe and Goyle and commented rudely.

, making no secret of his contempt for Quirrell.

"As expected of you, Owen." Harry said, dumbfounded. "I should have guessed that this would happen sooner or later when you and Mr. Filch were able to talk to each other..."

"I hope you won't be pickled when you come back." Draco frowned and said in disgust, and moved farther away from Harry, as if he had some terrible germs on his body. Harry also frowned.

His face was so expressionless that he didn't even want to look at him.

"Well...that's a problem." Owen said solemnly, "So, I'll come back as soon as I go."

The messy debris on the walls, cabinets and tables were automatically placed neatly, the garbage was automatically packed and flew outside the door, the dirty traces on the tables and chairs were instantly cleaned away, and the dust accumulated in hidden places was accompanied by the ubiquitous smell of garlic.

I rushed out of the office. In the blink of an eye, this messy office became clean and tidy. It would be better if there were a few more lights.

Of course, just in case, Owen still cut off his memory of the plot. This is the necessary caution when facing the Dark Lord.

Owen waved his wand and closed the door, then sat on the chair opposite his desk, assuming a posture of obediently listening to the class. Since it was a condition in the oath, he couldn't refuse, so he might as well just be a good student, and he wouldn't suffer any loss anyway.

.

Now that the other party said this, Owen simply relaxed. Anyway, with the oath, the other party would not deal with him at this time. Owen walked directly opposite him and put the medicinal bag on the table: "Then I should

To call you...Dark Lord? The medicinal materials are all here. If you have no other needs, I will leave first."

"You can call me professor." Voldemort just glanced lazily at the potion ingredients on the table, then turned his attention to Owen again, and said softly, "I'm waiting for you here specially, in order to fulfill the promise I made in my oath.

I agree to your teaching."

"According to Owen, he is not sleeping, but brainstorming." Daphne said funny.

"Well, I think it is very necessary to have an oath as a binding force." Owen said politely, "Ah, since you have to teach, may I help you clean up your office, professor?"

Owen's hand paused in mid-air for a moment. This tone was unlike Quirrell's...

After the last test, Owen confirmed that Voldemort's current Legilimency ability has been greatly weakened. Not only is it impossible to read other people's thoughts at any time, but it is even possible to rely on eye contact to function.

He paused at the door, took out a packet of potion ingredients from his schoolbag, and then knocked on the door.

Owen twitched the corner of his mouth and suddenly felt a bit of toothache. By the way, is it really okay for you to come out like this when you have nothing to do? Are you afraid that Quirrell's body won't be able to hold on? He felt that Quirrell was miserable for some reason, even though he asked for it.

"Please come in." Shortly after the knock on the door, a faint but extremely dignified voice came from inside the door.

"It's just a small magic. It cannot be hidden from experienced wizards. As long as you master the relevant knowledge, it is not difficult to dispel it." Voldemort said leisurely, not caring about the weakness of this oath, "Of course.

It requires a certain level of dark magic."

"Now that you've discovered my identity, you don't have to be careful." Voldemort's aloof eyes flashed with a look of amusement and novelty, as if he was looking at an interesting toy.

He opened the door and took a look into the office, and met an interested gaze. "Quirrell" was sitting behind the desk, tapping the table with his pale fingers, looking at him with a half-smile.

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Facing the other party's interested gaze, Owen pulled out his wand and cast a "Clean Up" spell into the office.

As they were walking towards the common room, Owen was already outside the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

"Good evening, Professor Quirrell. I have sent you the medicinal materials you need." Owen smiled harmlessly and pretended he didn't know who was on the other side.

As he said that, he glanced at Owen's left hand, with a half-smile expression on his face again: "I think you also noticed it."

After saying that, he no longer allowed himself to be teased by a group of people, and disappeared directly into the stairwell.

He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, glanced at the clock on the wall, and said lazily: "As long as I don't use magic, I can still hold on for a while. Well, I'm pretty punctual."

"By the way, I've always been concerned about how Owen manages to stay ahead of everyone in every class?" Draco said suspiciously, "He's obviously so lazy and sleeps in the lounge after every hastily done homework...

…I suspect he got a lot of tips from his professors at school.”

In addition, he has recently made great progress in Occlumency, so this time he has retained the memory of his past life. Owen does not like the feeling of cutting off his past life, which will make him lose a vital part of himself, which is very important to him.

The influence is great, making it easy for him to make choices that go against his true wishes.

"Yes, it's a very hidden oath magic. I didn't notice it at all at the time." Owen touched the back of his left hand and said with a smile.

"Harry, you and Draco..." Pansy coughed lightly.

"What do you think of today's Potions homework..." Harry changed the topic directly.

"Tch, who believes this? I can say the same thing when I'm dreaming." Draco raised his head high and walked away swaggeringly.

"I wonder what spell the professor is going to teach me tonight?" Owen said in a lively and pleasant tone, like a child looking forward to a novel toy.

Voldemort looked at him playfully, with a deep sense of teasing in his eyes: "Then let's start with... the Patronus Charm." He said casually, but made no secret of his contempt for this spell.

Huh? Owen blinked.

Dark Lord, you are a little naughty.

(End of chapter)