A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 54 Testing and Summary

Standing in front of the stone wall outside the common room, Owen spoke this week's password: "Pureblood."

Seeing the stone door slowly opening in front of him, he clicked his tongue: "This password... haha."

The warm breath in the lounge gushed out from the stone door, slightly dissipating the perennial cold and dampness outside. Owen passed through the stone door, not paying attention to the little wizards who were doing homework or chatting in low voices, and went directly back to the dormitory.

The kitten Melete was curled up and sleeping on his four-poster bed. Her small body was balled up into a ball of light brown fur between the soft dark green quilts. The large and small dark spots on the fur resembled the patterns of a leopard.

, rising and falling regularly with the breathing, looking extremely beautiful.

Owen leaned over and picked up Melete, touching her around. The warm and soft touch between his fingers dispelled the slight coldness in his heart. He had just lost a cat, and he needed another cat to comfort his heart.

Thinking about the patron saint that he hadn't had time to observe carefully, and the pure joy and warmth that made people feel spontaneously when it actually appeared in front of his eyes, Owen's fingers unconsciously poked the spots on Melete's back.

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Although the Patronus Charm is not a symbol of purity of heart, wizards with a Patronus are often stereotyped as having powerful magic and a righteous heart, so they are more likely to be elected as members of the Wizengamot or senior officials of the Ministry of Magic.

.Similarly, wizards with patron saints are more likely to be trusted, at least it can prove that they are not evil dark wizards.

In a sense, the Patronus Charm is indeed, as Voldemort said, a good way for some people to gain fame and reputation.

But that's not what Owen cares about at all. Isn't it just that he has lost his patron saint? It's not a big problem, just pretend that he has never learned this magic... But the patron saint is a warm cat, so he can't bear it

Got it!

"I see, the Dark Lord is afraid that I will use the Patronus Charm to show off and go astray. He is such a good professor with good intentions and touching people's hearts." Owen smiled jokingly.

Old thief Voldemort, you and I are at odds with each other! He ground his teeth and thought rather resentfully.

Perhaps what Voldemort said is true. Using black magic on intelligent creatures will get feedback. In the process of hurting and torturing others, the malice in people's hearts will continue to increase. Perhaps the black magic itself will also intensify in the process.

This change. The stronger the malice, the more powerful the black magic. The wizard's body and mind are constantly being corroded by black magic, gradually annihilating humanity.

"Well, it can be either false or true, hard to defend against, and has good black magic attack power." Owen recalled the feeling that Voldemort's guard made him feel. Perhaps the dark magic guard could make people feel fear and despair like the dementors.

power, but as the master, he is not affected.

"As a student, how can you forget to have some fun with your dear professor?"

"My current state is a bit dangerous. This magic has a great impact on me, much greater than ordinary black magic. Is it because it was converted from the Patronus Charm, so it is closer to my inner emotions?" Owen licked

Licking his lips, he felt that even the three Unforgivable Curses would not have such an obvious impact on people, "It seems that the Dark Guard cannot be used unless necessary."

"???" Owen blinked and his expression became serious.

"Meow!" Melete retracted her paw and rubbed her head against Owen's palm with a very dissatisfied expression.

After feeding Melete a bowl of milk, he watched the kitten Nizi stretch out and fall asleep on his pillow. Its big ears fluttered from time to time, looking leisurely and lively.

"Summoning the Dark Guard this time is much easier than the last time." Owen summarized the difference between the two times. The demand for magic power has been reduced a lot, and the malice required is also less. "Sure enough, since summoning it,

After I came out, it has been with me and has not completely dissipated."

He waved his magic wand, and the quill automatically jumped up and wrote quickly on the open notebook, faithfully recording his feelings at this time.

"Haha..." Owen laughed like a child who got a novel toy, flying around the wall space with ease. He waved the wand in his hand to cast spells on the practice dummies. At first it was very strange.

It was difficult to hit, but the accuracy got better and better later on.

Her four little paws suddenly stepped on Owen's hand and pushed up. The whole cat took off instantly, jumping high as if it was equipped with a spring. After landing on the bed, it rolled twice, then climbed up and put on alert.

and a posture ready to attack.

Rabbit Muse, who was squatting next to Owen and chewing lettuce leaves, suddenly stopped, her long ears stood up high, and the leaves in her mouth fell to the ground. Then she burst out at an unprecedented speed,

He scampered hard and ran to the far corner, staring at a pair of pitiful red eyes and trembling.

Although he really didn't want to use black magic more, now that he had learned it, he had to find out the specific situation of the black magic guards earlier.

"Dark Guard!" He waved his wand.

Looking at the wooden man being carried away by the black demon guard, Owen narrowed his eyes, and the black mist in the cloak suddenly rolled violently. The wooden man gradually turned black, and was eventually corroded to pieces.

Owen doesn't want to do this!

After a long time, Owen slowly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with deep darkness.

After finally calming down his excitement, Owen exited the space facing the wall and returned to the warm dormitory with soft light. He rubbed his temples and felt that the slight chill in his heart had not dissipated, and the space facing the wall did not.

Remove this effect from him.

"Transforming white magic into black magic... I have never been exposed to similar knowledge. It seems that I will have to visit the forbidden book area more in the future. You can also write a letter to your family and ask. I remember that there are many profound black magicians at home.

The Magic Book."

Next, he looked at his own clone and let the hem of his cloak gently pass over the clone's arm. The arm quickly turned black, with hideous corrosive wounds appearing, making people's scalp numb.

It wasn't until his spirit began to get tired that he dispersed the black devil guard on his body, feeling it turn into a cold force and integrate into his body. The smile on Owen's face never disappeared.

But Voldemort said that as long as he did not use black magic outside, he would not be affected. Owen believed that he was a ghost. Not everyone can stay rational in the dark or even get lost. Dumbledore and Snape were able to turn around.

Because they all have love in their hearts, and then they repent after experiencing the lifelong blow of regret.

He jumped lightly and flew into the air lightly. His speed was no faster than those antique broomsticks in school, but he actually flew on his own!

In her sleep, she felt that the man shoveling shit had an evil aura, which scared the cat. Fortunately, after checking his eyes, he was still the same person, so she generously didn't pursue it. How else could she still leave?

Alas, the cat is really worried.

Owen directed it to fly rapidly in the space. Its speed was very fast and its turns were extremely flexible, like a ball of black yarn dancing freely. Owen slowly learned to control it, sometimes letting it pass through bookshelves and desktops in an illusory way.

, and sometimes let it hold up the wooden figure used for practicing magic spells and float in the air.

The cold black mist wrapped around Owen's body, and the dark cloak fluttered lightly behind him. The thick black mist covered his cheeks and most of his body, and only his exposed palms could be clearly seen.

and calves. Owen raised his hand and pressed down the black top hat on his head. On his face filled with black mist, only the curved and upturned white corners of his mouth could be seen, as if he was wearing a sarcastic mask.

Therefore, even if the Ministry of Magic allowed Aurors to use Unforgivable Curses during the Wizarding War, most Aurors still cannot use them well. It is not easy for normal people to have enough malice towards a person, and even

It takes time to brew their emotions. If they have this time, they might as well use other spells.

"I remember that when I successfully used this spell, I saw some joy on Voldemort's face... What did he target me for?"

Perhaps because he was reluctant to recall what happened in the past, Owen pondered for a long time but could not successfully cast the spell.

"You mean, you can feel the smell of evil and darkness in my body, but it is rapidly weakening or disappearing?" Owen looked at his palms thoughtfully.

He reached out and touched the hem of the dark cloak. A cold and soft touch spread from his fingertips to his heart. A sense of closeness and familiarity arose spontaneously, as if it was part of himself. Owen exerted a little force, and the hem of the clothes in his hand suddenly fell from his fingers.

Slipping away, like passing through the body of a ghost.

If the Dark Guard is not summoned, its normal function is not much different from that of the Patronus Charm. It can only protect Owen from the influence of dementors... At most, it can prevent him from being afraid of entering Azkaban? Plus there is no Patronus.

That kind of joyful feeling that makes people feel warm all over... The more Owen thought about it, the more he felt frustrated.

Owen smiled slightly and sat down on the edge of the bed. After pondering for a moment, he no longer had the intention to do his homework, and simply sunk his thoughts into the space facing the wall.

However, although the Dark Guardian is fully capable of the job of a patron saint, and even has more uses, it is a very evil black magic at first glance. If Owen does not want to be expelled from Hogwarts and imprisoned in Azkaban

If so, it’s best not to use it in front of others.

"This black magic is not simple." Owen narrowed his eyes. It seemed that he needed to check the relevant information.

"It feels good." Owen murmured with a bright smile. The dark desires emerging in his heart were like the flowers of malice that lured the soul to corruption. Evil inspirations kept emerging in his mind, making him seem to have returned to that day in his previous life.

…

"Interesting, very interesting." He picked up his rabbit and spun it around, his expression immediately showing deep mockery, "Can it arouse my malice? This obvious change is not difficult to find.

, but the subtle influence is difficult to detect..."

Melete turned over in his hands, and suddenly opened her golden eyes to look at his face. Her pupils suddenly shrank into a thin vertical line, and all the hair on her body stood up.

This must be because of the Black Devil Guard. He had already felt that the Black Devil Guard had not completely dissipated, but was always following him in another way. It seems that this is not an illusion... Now it can be detected by Melete

The strangeness may be because his body and magic power have not yet fully adapted to it. After tonight, the clues should not be easily detected.

After retracting the previously separated memory of the plot, Owen curled his lips mockingly, then took out his wand, closed his eyes and brewed his emotions.

The figure filled with black mist emerged in the pure white space, making the surrounding objects seem to be dyed with deep and dim colors. It floated there quietly, extremely weird and abrupt, but it seemed to be exposed to all living beings.

A mocking sneer.

"Finally..." Owen stood up from the chair, his expression became much more solemn. He waved, and the black devil guard floated over in the blink of an eye and draped it on him like a real piece of clothing.

Melete is a cat, she can sense things that humans cannot... Could it be that something has been done to her body?

While Owen was thinking seriously, Melete tilted her head in confusion, and then relaxed her body. She slowly walked up to Owen and sniffed with her pink little nose, then squatted in front of him and gave him a big blow.

He yawned, a pair of sharp cat eyes narrowed, and he raised his head proudly and looked at him.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. I just lost a cat and I feel a little depressed." Owen touched the cat's head.

Owen gently held the trembling rabbit in his arms, comforted her gently, rolled his eyes, and his expression became interesting.

"It's not another cat, it's a cat created by magic, you know." Owen held the kitten in his arms and said with a lazy smile, "Just wave the magic wand, and a kitten will pop."

Jumped out..."

Well, if one day he can't think about it anymore and wants to experience a different life, he can go to Azkaban to experience the decadent life that includes food and accommodation?

"But it's really handsome... It's okay to think of it as a darkened version of the patron saint." Owen adjusted his mentality and began to look at the guard in front of him with admiration. He waved lightly, and the dark guard floated lightly.

He came over and circled around him obediently, the hem of his cloak flying beautifully.

The most direct manifestation is that those dark wizards who have been corrupted cannot use the Patronus Charm. You must know that the casting of the Patronus Charm only requires truly happy memories and has nothing to do with the good or evil of the user, such as Umbridge's vicious one.

Women can summon patron saints. The only exceptions are those black wizards. This is the impact of black magic.

"Me..." Melet called again.

"It seems that using the wall space to avoid the side effects of learning black magic is not feasible." Owen frowned, and then he was relieved, "That's right, malice comes from people's own emotions and thoughts. This proves that the wall space cannot

It's a good thing to change my mind... sort of."

"It seems that Voldemort and Quirrell have also eaten a lot recently..."

Owen glanced at the rabbit in the corner with a smile, and then withdrew his gaze. In the state of summoning the black devil guard, his mood will be more cold and malicious, but of course, he will not lack sense.

"Meow-" Melete shook her tail and meowed softly.

It has to be said that it is difficult for ordinary people to generate enough malice to perform those profound black magic, because they require malice from the heart to harm others, and legitimate anger and hatred often fail to exert their true power.

"Meow?" Melet's eyes suddenly widened even more alertly, and she pressed one of her front paws on the back of Owen's hand, with her sharp nails sticking out.

"Okay, okay, you are enough."

Owen smiled and talked to Melete, and his mood gradually became more relaxed. As for being able to communicate fluently with Melete? As a qualified cat lover, isn't it normal to master some cat language?

"Black magic is indeed a big pitfall...how to solve this side effect?"

Owen moved his numb legs, and Melete climbed on top of him at some point, curling up into a ball and making a purring sound.

He turned his head and suddenly saw a pair of green eyes staring at him silently, which seemed a bit scary at first glance.

Owen took a closer look and said angrily: "Why are you staring at me, Harry?" This guy had a serious and thoughtful expression on his face, which reminded him inexplicably of Snape's gaze.

(End of chapter)