A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 91 The Fire Curse

Owen lowered his eyes and looked at the pot of boiling potion. White steam swirled up from the crucible, as if something was jumping and dancing in it, and finally turned into a sweet scent that filled the air.

The smell permeating the nasal cavity was quite pleasant, reminding me of slightly sour lemon cake. But after sniffing it for a long time, Owen felt that there was a warm air flowing slowly in his body. This feeling was a bit breathless.

He was angry, yet so comfortable that he felt a little dazed, and even a hint of drunken blush appeared on his pale cheeks.

"Professor, actually the Fiery Fire Curse is not difficult to master. I don't think there is any need to waste your time." He raised his head and said slowly. After staying in this potion for a long time, he always felt like he was being slowly cooked.

the illusion.

Although the Fire Curse has terrible power, it is not a very complicated black magic. It is like the three unforgivable curses. As long as the wizard can be ruthless, he can use it. If the Fire Curse does not have a solution to the curse,

, it will probably also be included in the ranks of the unforgivable curses.

"Can I understand that you are still rejecting dark magic?" Voldemort looked at him thoughtfully, his eyes deep and unpredictable.

"No, in fact, I think black magic is extremely fascinating." Owen looked at his palm, a bright smile slowly appeared on his face, and said in a very soft voice, "It is diverse, unpredictable, and extremely powerful.

He can easily inflict pain on others, inflict pain that will last a lifetime, or even kill others..."

Ever since he abused black magic that night in the black market, Owen has found that learning and using black magic has become a very enjoyable and fulfilling thing for him. He has become more and more interested in things that once felt cruel.

Indifference, if it were not for the restraint of reason, he felt that he might do terrible things.

Normally, the influence and erosion of black magic on wizards should be a subtle process that takes place over many years. The gradual increase in the maliciousness in the hearts of wizards also means that the power of black magic is getting stronger and stronger. But the Black Magic Guard is indeed

Cutting-edge black magic greatly speeds up this process, and also greatly improves Owen's learning efficiency and mastery of black magic. This means that as long as he concentrates on studying black magic, there is no doubt that he can quickly achieve very high results.

Achievement.

Of course, this is actually not a good thing.

Owen's eyes lit up and he raised his hand to grab the roll of parchment. Wow, is the Dark Lord so attentive? He even sent warmth! Using this method to confuse him... But he had to admit that such a dark lord was so careful.

The Demon King is damn charming.

"However, this curse is not as simple and crude as the Unforgivable Curse." Voldemort had no idea that Owen was slandering him in his heart, but patiently warned him, "It is a very complex and profound curse that involves damage to the body.

Black magic transforms, so it is very dangerous and difficult to master, and it requires advanced black magic theory as a basis."

"Oops, that's not good, I'm getting more and more comfortable in casting black magic." He said to himself. The wand in his hand always faithfully executes his will. It is not a unicorn hair wand that is naturally repellent to black magic.

Core, phoenix tail feather core can adapt well to any magic, and the same is true for walnut wands.

"Look, what a restless little thing. It is always thinking about how to escape from its master's control." Voldemort looked at the flames and said softly, as if he was sizing up a cute little guy. He waved and threw away a few pieces of parchment.

Entering the flames, the paper turned into ashes almost instantly, but the fire became a little stronger, and it seemed to turn into a small animal form.

"Then, I have to take my leave, professor." Owen glanced at the wall clock that was about to point to nine o'clock, then glanced at the crucible that was no longer steaming, and said with a smile.

As each item was burned to ashes, Owen's purple flame became larger and larger, and as his thoughts condensed into the shape of a Chimera beast, it was beating restlessly in the air, a pair of

The flame eyes stared greedily at everything around them.

"Thank you, Professor Snape." Owen said with a smile, and then added, "Actually, Professor Quirrell's theoretical level is very good, and I have indeed benefited a lot from him. It's just that he is too unconfident.

Great for teaching...if only he could cheer up."

Owen watched dumbly as Voldemort naturally stretched out his hand to burn the flames under the crucible even more intensely while talking and laughing, with a few black lines hanging on his face. Then, he looked surprised and moved, with a hint of shame in his tone.

And sighed: "Professor, don't you mind that I was unwilling to sacrifice my life for you before, and even openly questioned your ideas?"

"I created my own flying spell. I know you are very interested in it." He said in a slightly hoarse voice.

Owen's expression returned to seriousness and he took out his wand from his pocket.

The corners of Owen's mouth twitched. Thank you for reminding me that I am a dark wizard. If you didn't tell me, I wouldn't have realized it yet!

But it has to be said that now he has indeed lost the basis for being trusted by Dumbledore. He is rejected by white magic, cannot release the Patronus, has killed people, and has mastered very dangerous black magic... It seems that he is staying in Ha

There is danger around Leigh! If he is exposed, he will be humanely destroyed by Dumbledore...

Without bothering to brew, the will to destroy naturally arose in his heart. Irving only tried a few times and successfully found the trick.

After the flames swelled to half the size of an office, Owen still didn't feel too strenuous. His willpower and mental strength were no worse than those of an adult wizard. In addition, he now has an excellent affinity and talent for black magic.

This greatly improved his level of control over Li Huo.

Snape frowned and looked at Owen's expression carefully. After a long time, he said sarcastically in a smooth voice: "I think it will be difficult for Quirrell to explain some issues clearly to you..." He paused

After a pause, he continued: "You can come to me."

He took out his wand and waved it in the air. A small piece of green flame emerged from the tip of the wand, making the surrounding air instantly become hot and ominous. The small piece of green flame seemed to be alive at the tip of the wand.

It was leaping and struggling, trying its best to stretch out the tentacles of flames around it. It looked extremely restless, but it was firmly bound to the tip of the staff and could not act recklessly.

Owen listened to the other party's explanation with interest, waving the wand in his hand thoughtfully, keeping all the key points of the Fire Curse in mind.

Owen's eyes were solemn and he was concentrating. Fortunately, the strength of Li Huo's struggle was not too heavy, so he was able to do it with ease.

Voldemort stopped his movements and said without any surprise on his face: "It seems that we can't test your limits tonight. Take it back."

Snape nodded slightly, with a dark expression, and then strode past Owen. Then, he suddenly stopped, took a deep breath, and asked, "What does it smell like on you?"

Owen was stunned for a moment. The person in front of him had a confident and calm demeanor in his words and deeds. It seemed that he could vaguely see how the young and handsome Dark Lord used his extraordinary charm to attract a large number of followers.

of.

"In fact, I have rewarded this spell to some followers who have made meritorious deeds, but in the end only Severus was able to master it." He said softly, "I don't expect you to be able to master it in the near future.

It also doesn’t want to see accidents happen due to your eagerness for quick success... I don’t think you are so stupid.”

"The idea of ​​not being able to relax control..." he murmured to himself.

Snape frowned and pondered. He could distinguish the smell of many medicinal materials from the smell, some of which were very precious, but he could not find the corresponding potion in his mind. It should be a secret formula. But from what he could tell

Judging from the combination of medicinal materials, according to the principles of potion science and the combination of medicinal properties, this should be a precious potion with the effect of strengthening the body. As for whether it has other effects, it is not something that can be obtained from Owen.

It can be easily distinguished from the smell.

He looked at Snape expectantly, hoping to get some clues from the Potions Master.

Owen stroked his wand with a smile, feeling his heart filled with a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment, and his mood became joyful, so happy that he wanted to set a fire.

Isn't it just a show? Who is afraid of whom?

In the office with only one figure left, Voldemort squinted his eyes and cleaned the liquid in the crucible. He admired the little wizard more and more. Fortunately, Quirrell's body could still support it for a while. If he could collapse in this body

If you have obtained the Philosopher's Stone before, it would be a good choice to take Owen under your wing.

"Ah, good evening, Professor Snape." Owen patted his still red cheeks and said hello naturally with flawless etiquette, "Yes, I'm going to ask Professor Quirrell for some black advice.

Questions about Defense Against Magic. You know, what he talks about in class is always vague and difficult to understand."

"Of course, I have always been self-aware, Professor." Owen smiled and said "good night" gracefully, put the parchment in his pocket, and walked out of the door lightly.

"When you release the Fire Curse, you need to have the desire to destroy everything in your heart." Voldemort said softly, "But this is not the most important thing. For this spell, the first thing you should master is how to control it."

"At most... let him die more rhythmically this school year?"

He stared deeply into Owen's eyes, and his voice was charming: "You know what? I think highly of you, Owen. You are extremely talented, extremely smart, and bold. You have many excellent qualities that others do not have."

I think you will become my indispensable helper. I am waiting for the day when you will devote your eternal loyalty to me, Owen."

Voldemort nodded slightly, then took out a roll of parchment and handed it to him, saying with a deep smile: "This is the reward I promised you last time."

"I still have this little strength." Voldemort waved his hand, "I'm very pleased that you can realize that your talent should not be wasted. However, the Fire Curse is a dangerous magic. Beginners can only use it if they don't control it well.

Harm others and harm yourself, not to mention this is Hogwarts... I still have some experience in this aspect."

"You went to find Quirrell?" There was a mixture of disgust and solemnity on his cold face.

The prehistoric giant pit, who had no idea about Owen's psychological activities, added some more ingredients to the potion and continued talking: "It's getting late, let's get back to the issue of the Fire Curse."

"I just think it's important to teach you about your health. I will go back to practice. You can test me next time." Owen said with a smile, his eyes dark and deep.

"Try where your limit is." Voldemort said with a chuckle. With a wave of his hand, some useless debris flew out from the corner of the room and fell into Owen's fierce fire one after another.

Through the connection of the wand, Owen felt an extremely restless force, as if he was pulling the hooked fish in the water with a fishing rod. The fish was still struggling and swimming desperately, trying to break the invisible fishing line and get rid of him.

bondage.

Owen waved his wand and touched the enchanting purple fire. The Chimera beast condensed into flames reluctantly raised its head and neighed silently, and then went out quietly. The lingering high temperature slowly receded, only on the walls and ceiling.

There was a little scorch mark left on it.

The harm caused by the severe fire to people carries the curse of black magic. Even if a lucky person can survive the severe fire, the burns on the body will be difficult to fully recover. Many victims will die wailing in pain for a period of time. It cannot

It is extinguished by water, but can be stopped by the strongest curse "All Curses Are Ended". Of course, the larger the scale of the fierce fire, the harder it is to stop it.

"When you can control it, the fierce fire will follow your will and change into the shape you want, helping you attack your enemies, and it can be retracted and retracted freely." Voldemort shook his wand slightly, and the green flames were reluctant.

It flashed for a moment, then went off with a "pop" sound.

It's a pity that the other party is weak now. When he swells up after resurrection, his brain will become a decoration...

With the Fierce Fire Spell, the user can summon a very high-temperature demonic fire with a black magic curse. The flame will become more powerful as more things are burned. Fierce Fire can mimic the form of some monsters. Once

If it loses control, it will hunt down all flammable objects regardless of friend or foe.

As soon as he walked down the stairs, Owen came face-to-face with a dark figure. Professor Snape looked at him gloomily, as silent as a ghost, and his sallow face looked a bit weird in the dark night.

Owen thought on the way to the common room: "The Dark Lord is quite charming now. I can't bear to deal with him. It's a pity that he is plotting against my body and has tricked me so many times... No

Will I still be human after being tricked?"

"Am I not such a stingy person, or is there someone else who is more worthy of your loyalty besides me?" Voldemort said leisurely, "For example, do you think Dumbledore might accept your surrender? A complete and utter failure in their eyes.

The dark wizard...Only I can help you reach the top. Even if you don't choose to be loyal to me in the end, we will not be enemies."

"But when you lose control of it, it will turn into a monster that can't tell the difference between friend and foe, devouring everything around it. At this time, if you want to end it, you can only try the Ten Thousand Curses." He used his admiring words.

He said in a tone of voice, "Of course, the most powerful thing about Li Huo is that after it loses control, its endless expansion of greed and cunning is enough to burn everything you want to destroy."

The wand trembled slightly as it was waved, and a group of bewitching purple flames burst out, dancing wildly in the air, illuminating everything around it.

"Huh?" Owen sniffed his sleeve and smelled a hint of sweetness that had almost dissipated. "It must be the smell of a pot of potion that Professor Quirrell brewed in his office. The professor can tell what it is.

Potion?”

So, is the Dark Lord trying to trick me? If you hadn't secretly stoked the fire under the crucible just now, I would have believed your lies!

"I was really taken to a ditch." Owen rubbed his brows and stared at the huge prehistoric pit in front of him with resentment.

While guessing Quirrell's purpose in brewing this potion, he said slowly: "A potion that is good for the body."

Owen blinked, breathed softly and said, "I see, Professor Quirrell does seem to need more replenishing." Even though the potion is harmless to the body, Voldemort's purpose is not pure.

Seeing that the curfew time was approaching, Owen said goodbye to Snape and returned to the common room in time.

"However, Professor Snape saw me going to find Quirrell, so he must have noticed me now." Owen thought indifferently, holding Melete in his arms and stroking her hair.

(End of chapter)