A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 52 Dark Devil Guard

Using malice to summon the patron saint...this is the rhythm of turning white magic into black magic.

Owen had never heard of this approach, it was like someone came up with it on the spot. All he wanted to say now was, Dark Lord, you really have an imagination...

"Professor, there seems to be no precedent for the Patronus Charm to be summoned by malice." Owen raised his hand innocently and spoke, "According to all the magic principles I have learned, this kind of attempt will only lead to terrifying backlash, making people

Either dead or injured."

Voldemort did not refute, but nodded slightly in agreement: "If you just use malicious intent, backlash is almost inevitable."

"But, I said, I am very knowledgeable about this." He glanced at Irving with a nonchalant look, and said in a very light but dangerous tone, "I don't like to say it a second time, or to be used by you.

Question your own shallow knowledge, Owen."

"I understand, professor." Owen said calmly, looking at the other person with eyes full of curiosity.

What else could he say? The Dark Lord had said before that this was a classroom test, and he had agreed to it. If he couldn't refuse it now, he would have to accept it. Owen had always been able to take things easy.

Unexpectedly, I still have to be exposed to black magic in advance. Fortunately, if I just learn a little bit, it won't have too much impact. However, if this black magic is really the reverse use of the Patronus Charm, it is the same advanced magic.

Irving was worried that it would cause some bad changes. After all, he was just a beginner.

Although the Dark Lord said that spells such as the Patronus Curse are only the basis, Owen dare not regard it as the basis. In fact, this is one of the most profound spells that Owen has mastered. Well, the Disillusionment Curse is barely

It's another one, but it doesn't belong to the category of black and white magic.

Voldemort's eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts didn't know whether he saw Owen's inner worries. He slowly took a wand in his hand and played with it carefully, then raised the tip of the wand and tapped it towards the left side of his body.

At that time, he had already become famous, but he felt more and more empty in his heart. Until that day, he discovered a group of human traffickers during his journey to seek inspiration, and boldly got in.

The black robe had floated to Voldemort's side, draped over him like a real robe, and then dissipated into black mist and disappeared.

With a perfunctory attitude, Owen seemed to be waving his wand very seriously and hard again and again, until Voldemort's threatening words came lightly:

That happened in a previous life, but it is still fresh in my memory at this moment. Owen remembers that it was one day when he was twenty years old.

"This is my guard." Voldemort observed the frightened young wizard opposite him with interest, and said in a good mood, "You can call it...the Dark Guard."

As it appeared, Owen felt that this small space was instantly filled with deep coldness and malice.

There was no response, and his attempt failed completely.

You really have nothing to do... Owen smiled brightly at him and became serious.

He was extremely excited and extremely frightened. Because he knew that he was not just to punish evil and promote good, but more to complete a perfect conspiracy! He pursued the kind of fooling people, controlling the overall situation, and making others unaware.

The thrill of walking towards destruction!

Fortunately, he did not allow that desire to develop unchecked in the end. He just tricked all the criminals into the police station and surrendered themselves to the trap.

"Professor, is it really okay for you to release magic casually like this?" Owen moved his somewhat stiff cheeks, put on a frightened expression, and said words that seemed to be concerned, but in his heart he was thinking about the danger of this magic - it is very dangerous.

, no doubt! Is this really just a reverse use of the Patronus?

"I'm not as weak as you think." Voldemort said lazily, "I can still hold on to this little magic."

For the first time, Owen truly understood the meaning of magic as trickery. When he discovered that he had dozens of ways to make the other party die inexplicably, and disguised everything as a simple accident, he became excited like never before. He could easily

Pick it out yourself and complete a perfect crime...

Silently, a human-shaped black shadow filled with black mist stood out from the darkness, and a strange and evil aura suddenly spread, turning the surrounding candlelights into a strange dark green.

"It's just a basic spell like the Patronus Charm. If you can't complete it tonight, I will ask my guards to play with you."

"Now, use the same method to mobilize the strongest malice in your life, no matter what kind of malice it is." His pale fingers gently touched the wand in his hand, but his eyes were fixed on Owen, "The gesture remains unchanged, the spell

It's the 'Dark Guard'."

Owen mobilized his malicious intention to tear the guy opposite him into pieces, waved his wand steadily, and said expressionlessly: "Dark Guard!"

It was the first time that he used his psychological methods, acting skills, professional knowledge and design abilities to do things other than magic performances. Stimulated by the evil he saw, he almost sent all the people to death.

Dead end!

The black robe fluttered around Owen for half a circle, and the fluttering sleeve seemed to brush against his left arm unintentionally, causing the left half of his body to lose all feeling, but the right half of his body was shivering with cold, and his heart was filled with tears.

A feeling of despair and pain arose. Owen bit the tip of his tongue, and it took him a while to free himself.

This kind of momentum and sense of threat... Owen would never think that this thing has no offensive capabilities.

The coldness made him feel like he had entered the dead of winter, and the surrounding temperature did not seem to drop. The coldness radiated from the bottom of his heart, freezing all his happiness and hopes. The malice seemed to choose people to eat, an extremely dangerous evil.

The feeling set off alarm bells in Owen's heart, and he wanted to raise his wand and cast a spell at it.

It was like a pitch-black robe floating in the air. There were no limbs in the wide sleeves and hem, only a thick black mist. The big hood was also filled with black mist, and there were two faint red lights shining in it, which seemed to be a pair of

Evil red eyes.

It's a bit like a dementor, but completely different. It's something that doesn't exist in this world.

There was no way that Owen would let Voldemort use that dark guardian to deal with him. That thing looked like a very powerful creation of dark magic. Who knows if he would take the opportunity to do anything to him!

He temporarily stopped reciting the incantation, and with a gloomy expression, he thought about the deepest malice he had ever had... the self that was sealed deep in his heart.

From then on, he always used the magician's code and moral standards to strictly restrain himself, restrain the malice in his heart, and let himself live as a magician instead of a fraudster.

Because of this, Owen has always been afraid of black magic in this life, because it may turn him into a devil who will do whatever he wants! Even if that is his nature...

"Restrain, guide..." Owen closed his eyes and sank into the emotion at that time. When he opened his eyes again, his always clear and soft eyes were filled with deep teasing and malice.

"Dark Guard!" He chanted softly.

(End of chapter)