A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 67 The evil me?

In the silence between the two parties, Owen slowly pulled out a copy of "Advanced Black Magic: The Unknown Dark Art". His long and pale fingers gently brushed the black spine with dark patterns. The twisted pattern on the cover looked ferocious.

Yet mysterious and cruel beauty.

He opened the hard-shell cover with silver edges, and a dark black vortex seemed to roll up on the title page. An evil and terrifying aura invaded his heart, but he was overcome by a cold and thin malice pouring out of his heart.

It was defeated in an instant.

The books were restored to their original state obediently, revealing the knowledge contained within them without reservation.

Owen raised his hand and rubbed his brows, watching with cold eyes as the strange influence brought by the Dark Guardian helped him decipher the test mechanisms of the black magic books. He skillfully searched through the catalog and found the chapter about Horcruxes.

.He skipped the part about Horcruxes and finally found what he needed at the back of the table of contents.

"The dark transformations and transformations of dialogue magic."

Owen turned to the corresponding page, ignored the uncomfortable illustrations on it, and focused on reading the text description.

"...The dark transformation and deformation of white magic are very advanced black magic. This process is not just a reverse application, but an advanced transformation that can only be completed by a black magic master, and it is extremely dangerous...

…”

"But the rewards of this kind of dangerous behavior are also very rich. When the light burns out, the remaining darkness becomes more intense. The black magic transformed from white magic is often more unpredictable and has endless magical effects. For example..."

A few specific examples followed, but Owen skipped them. However, "extremely dangerous"... Voldemort had really bad intentions when he taught him this magic.

"Speaking of which, Ravenclaw's method may be a direction worth considering."

Owen, who was also startled, instinctively threw out his hand and flew out a special silver playing card. The sharp edges pierced the strange face in front of him with extremely concentrated force. A long gash was cut on the strange face in an instant.

, and then "pop-pop" pink mist came out, jumping up and down and bumping in the corridor.

"Wizards who have completed this transformation will have an incredible improvement in their compatibility with black magic, and will be able to achieve great dark achievements more easily and quickly. In contrast, they will be repulsed by white magic and will no longer be able to learn it.

Advanced white magic requires more effort when using simple white magic..."

How could he, a beginner, have learned the dark magic that can be placed in the same book as the Horcrux? But it was promised that the Dark Guardian has unfathomable terrifying power? Why didn't he feel it?

Not to mention that he is now under Voldemort's nose. The Horcrux itself is not easy to mess with. What's more, it was a Horcrux made during Voldemort's heyday. There might be some difficult curse on it. This kind of hot potato is...

Even if Owen takes it out in advance, it will just be a place to hide, so it is better to just let it stay where it is.

The childish behavior of the little kitten made Owen recover from his daze. He stroked Melete's furry head and couldn't help laughing.

"Meow-" Melete was so frightened that she raised her four legs high and instantly took off from Owen's shoulders.

"Only the craziest and most evil dark wizards will come up with this idea, but they often don't have their own patron saint at all. From ancient times to the present, there are very few wizards who can transform their own patron saint with black magic.

, almost all of them have become the most notorious dark wizards, the exception is because they died too early..."

Melete looked at him with her round head strangely tilted, a hint of helplessness flashed in her golden pupils, then she walked up and jumped onto his lap, gently licking his fingertips with her soft little tongue.

"In this transformation, the patron saint who originally symbolized light entered into decline in darkness and pain. What was born from that desperate body was an empty shell filled with extreme malice and corruption, with mysterious and unpredictable characteristics.

The terrifying power. This process is obviously irreversible. It is the prelude to the fall and the beginning of strength."

Huh, I'm trying to comfort you.

Owen muttered as he walked around the corner. Suddenly, a burst of strange laughter came, and what came to him was a twisted, strange face. The funny and fat facial features were turning around on the round and fat face, and the strange face

It quickly rushed towards him with a strange smile, a nose with two ears and wings spitting out crazily from its terrifying big mouth.

Forget it, maybe he will choose to study black magic, but before that, he will still find ways to avoid the side effects of black magic affecting his mind. In fact, nothing has changed. You can't believe everything in the book, as the predecessors thought it was impossible.

It may not be the truth, and you still have to create the future by yourself.

"..." Owen crossed his shoulders and listened with a critical look on his face. He nodded from time to time, and finally said slowly, "I can try to invest thirty galleons."

Fred: "You are a person who likes Muggle institutions, and you must be able to discern what kind of brilliant prospects this has!"

Although Ravenclaw himself failed and faced unexpected side effects, Owen had the backing of wall space and countless opportunities for trial and error.

"The author's point of view is that only those wizards who hide the terrifying dark side in their hearts but have not been inspired can possibly complete this transformation, but there is a lack of practical experimental basis. It is undeniable that this transformation is dangerous

Extremely high. If you try too hard, you will easily suffer backlash or even curse..."

Owen then took out his wand and stared at the thing warily, and found out angrily that it was just a prank balloon. He also saw the Weasley twins hiding aside, holding their stomachs and laughing, looking at it with regret.

holding a broken balloon.

"Perhaps it has more wonderful uses, but given that there are too few examples, more information is not known."

The twins winked and communicated with their eyes for a while, then stared at him with bright eyes and said, "Hey, Shafiq, what do you think of the little toy we made?"

The two brothers sang and sang, talking eloquently and promoting themselves hard. They had been tortured crazy by lack of money recently, and seeing Owen at this moment was like seeing an angel investor.

"What are you doing?" Owen asked with vacant eyes. Melete jumped up to the two of them angrily, stretched out her little paws and scratched at their ankles wildly, and then the brothers held her head down and slapped her until they felt comfortable.

Snoring.

"Whatever, let's send Voldemort away as soon as possible. It seems that we need to design the stage carefully." It is nothing more than designing a series of event chains in the name of "help", and finally letting the story end in an unexpected and dramatic way... This

This is what Owen is best at.

"...It is worth mentioning that for some extremely special white magic, such as the Patronus Charm, their black magic transformation is particularly difficult and profound. It involves the most advanced dark art concepts and is undoubtedly cutting-edge.

Black magic..."

While thinking about all the messy things in his mind, Owen nonchalantly copied the books on the bookshelf one by one into his wall-facing space. It wasn't until he copied most of the Charms bookshelf that he said goodbye to Metis and left.

Secret room.

"But I still can't find the reason for Voldemort's change in attitude towards me. He must have been targeting me in some way that I don't understand." Owen put the book back on the bookshelf and thought to himself, "

Maybe the Dark Guard has some unknown secrets..."

Madness, evil, depravity, darkness...are these words talking about him?

"Barely." Owen looked at the two faces in front of him that seemed to have seen prey, and commented with a half-smile.

"Ha, yes, we like picky customers." The brothers smiled kindly, "This is just the initial experimental version, and it needs to be improved again and again! We are the most professional when it comes to pranks... So, do you have any investment?

plan?"

George: "Yes, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and a very profitable business for you!"

Before leaving this corridor, he looked back at the direction of the Room of Requirement, thought about it, and finally did not choose to get the crown that had been made into a Horcrux.

Owen looked at the description in the book with some absent-mindedness, his dark eyes looking blankly at the dome reflecting the light blue sky.

"The Patron Saint Spell is not only the most positive emotional feedback of the wizard, but also represents a part of the secret self in the wizard. It is praised by good people as the hope and dawn in the darkness. There is no doubt that the dark magic transformation of the Patron Saint is not only

It means annihilating part of one's positive emotions, and it also betrays and corrupts the light of human nature."

Spineless guy! Owen has no eyes for the virtues of his little kitten.

The most important thing is that his patron saint... seems to be unable to come back?

Voldemort is a real dog!

"Is it really going to be dark this time?" Owen rubbed his eyebrows with a headache, then slumped on the ground and looked up at the sky, like a salted fish that has lost its dream.

"So much!" The brothers couldn't hold it any longer. God knows, they originally only wanted to kidnap five Galleons, or even one Galleons!

"Is that much?" Owen put on a very puzzled expression and teased them seriously, "Sorry, I have no idea about money."

The twins clenched their fists loudly, but they still grinned and gave him a slightly ferocious smile. Ah, they really wanted to hit someone.

After the incident came to an end, Owen waved his hand and walked away. Fred then winked at George and said proudly: "Let me tell you, he is indeed a victim!"

"Wrong, it's the sponsor's father now." Owen's voice drifted over with a haunting voice.

(End of chapter)