A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 53 Where is my cat?

The tip of the staff that had been drawing circles stopped motionless in mid-air, and thick black mist like ink surged out from it, rolling violently and condensing.

Owen looked straight at this scene, his face slightly pale, and for the first time he felt powerless.

Just when he thought he would still fail this time, the black mist quietly emerged with a clear outline and took on a complete form, appearing simply in front of him.

Owen breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a little tired of energy, tilted his head, and carefully looked at what he had summoned.

It obviously does not have a complete human form. A long and wide pitch black cloak is fluttering as if blown by the wind, and there is dark mist under the cloak. Above the triangular collar of the cloak is a tall black dome.

The brim of the hat is so low that you can only see a white crescent-shaped hole in the black mist below the brim, like a curved and tilted mouth that is always laughing.

"It's a bit handsome... Hiss, no, why does this thing need such strong magic power!" This is definitely not the same level of magic as the Patronus Charm!

Although the magic in this world does not consume mana, different magics require different mana strengths. To explain it in terms of the concept of blue bars, it means that releasing magic does not consume mana, but the wizard's blue bar has an upper limit, and some magic

If the request exceeds this upper limit, it cannot be released.

And this magic almost exceeds the upper limit of Owen's magic power. You must know that his magic level is already comparable to that of an adult wizard.

The summoned thing wandered around Owen in a circle. Although it also had a cold and evil feeling, it did not affect him, but made him feel a sense of intimacy and security.

As Owen thought, the dark guard leaned behind him and turned into black mist and dispersed silently. Owen was stunned for a moment, feeling that it did not completely dissipate like a patron saint, but turned into some kind of dark and heavy power.

Attached to one's own body, invisible but actually existing.

Quirrell was stunned. He thought he couldn't do the first method, but the second method... Ever since he accepted the possession of the Dark Lord, it was impossible for him to use the Patronus Charm.

…

Owen turned to look at Voldemort and saw the surprised and pensive look in his eyes, which made him reluctant to curse. Owen was sure that Voldemort had no intention of letting him pass this test, he just wanted to embarrass him and torture him!

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, Voldemort looked meaningfully at the door Owen left, suddenly closed his eyes and let go of control of his body.

It seems helpless, but Owen is a weakling compared to the Dark Lord, so he can only adopt roundabout tactics.

He waved the wand to his side, feeling that he needed a genuine patron saint to soothe his soul.

The spell was recited, but the wand showed no response.

"Master...why, that magic..." he sobbed. If the master hadn't used that magic, he wouldn't have had such a big burden! At the same time, he also deeply remembered that powerful magic.

Maybe he can...

"Unexpectedly, I was deceived by that little guy before." Voldemort muttered to himself.

Quirrell covered his head with a pale face, opened his mouth wide and breathed hard like a fish on the beach. He frantically took out a bottle of potion and drank it, then huddled in the chair and shivered.

In the first scene of the confrontation with the Dark Lord, Owen relied on his psychological level and acting ability. Although he took a vow with little binding force, he successfully deceived the other party and got into the other party's side with a relatively free identity. Owen Jr.

Even if you lose a game, you can always hit the opponent hard in return.

When he was very close to the common room, Owen finally regained his composure. He squinted and turned the wand in his hand, reviewing the previous lectures, and a smile slowly appeared on his face: "At least I am not at a loss..."

Owen rubbed his chin and laughed instead: "Ha, that's interesting."

"You can't learn it." Voldemort sneered, "That is the most advanced black magic. Even my Death Eaters, none of them can master it... I didn't expect that little guy to succeed. I just wanted to

Just punish him for being ignorant."

"Where's my cat?" The cat he just got!

Owen suddenly looked back in the direction he came from, and he understood that the Dark Guard was by no means a reverse spell of the God Guard, but a black magic transformation of the Patronus Curse! And it was irreversible, at least he had no way to reverse it now!

Calmly, I can't slap him, at least not now... Owen took a deep breath and said calmly: "Professor, I passed the test, right?"

Voldemort suppressed his surprised expression and stared at him with extremely mysterious and surprised eyes, which made Owen tremble with fear.

"Dark Guard... Once you complete this magic, even if you don't summon it, you will be directly immune to the invasion of Dementors. A complete Black Guard can frighten and even destroy them, and it can also attack and destroy humans... It

There are many more wonderful uses, you need to explore them yourself." Voldemort said slowly, "You can leave."

Quirrell was obedient, but he was not convinced. Even a young wizard could learn it, so he would certainly be good at it. He had to prove his talent in front of his master!

"Really? The method to learn it is very simple." Voldemort said calmly, "One method is to use superb black magic skills to forcibly master it, and the other method is to use black magic to transform it on the basis of having a patron saint, so that

It changes from light to darkness."

The smile on Owen's face froze. He waved his wand again and said something to invoke the guardian angel, but still no silver-white cat guardian angel jumped out.

"Goodbye, Professor." Owen strode out of the door, closed the door behind him, and walked away with gritted teeth.

"What level of black magic is this?" Owen knew that he had been tricked.

"Then can I say goodbye, professor?" Owen said with a smile. He was really afraid that if he stayed here for too long, he would not be able to help but punch this unsightly face in front of him.

"Congratulations," he said softly, "you passed. It seems you are even better than I thought."

In the second act of the confrontation with the Dark Lord, Owen truly lost the round due to the crushing level of magical knowledge.

"Call the gods to protect you!"

"He...he dared to deceive his master!" Quirrell quickly expressed his loyalty.

"Yes, yes, I thought I could lead him to fall into darkness, but I didn't expect... Haha." Voldemort smiled playfully, "Only those who have a bright heart but have a terrifying darkness sealed in their hearts can truly

To complete this magic spell, he doesn’t need my guidance at all, he just needs me to push him on the tightrope he walks on.”

"Master, why are you so insistent on letting him..." Quirrell asked cautiously.

"Originally he was not qualified, but now...it's a bit interesting." Voldemort murmured in confusion, and then stopped responding.

But Quirrell clearly felt the Dark Lord's excitement and...ecstasy!

(End of chapter)