A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 98 Assistant

The wizard gathering area in the distance has calmed down after a period of commotion. Many wizards held up their wands to illuminate the area, searching for traces of those who set the fire. From a distance, the fluorescent lights looked like stars falling into the darkness.

on the land.

At this time, Owen, the vicious arsonist, was sitting on a stone on the hillside in the distance, checking the contents of his suitcase with an indifferent expression. The specialties brought out from the Nightmare Forest were consumed in pieces, along with himself.

Some of the sundries were also thrown into the fire.

However, what he cares about now is not this loss, but the change in his own character. The feedback brought about by another abuse of black magic and killing has achieved some kind of qualitative change this time, and it seems that a mouth has opened up in his heart.

A gurgling spring of malice gushes out, and evil and desire are spreading wantonly.

As he grew up, he became more and more indifferent to life and beauty. At the same time, there seemed to be a seductive voice whispering to him all the time, tempting him to vent his desires as he pleased, letting him completely fall into the embrace of darkness and accept the truest reality.

yourself, embrace freedom and new life.

Owen shook his head in a daze and closed the lid of the suitcase with a snap. The sudden sound in the silence made him sober up. The solution to the side effects of black magic has not yet been completed, but the situation has changed.

It became more urgent, and he felt like he was slowly sliding towards the abyss, becoming less and less like his original self.

Black magic is undoubtedly a magic that is easy to achieve quickly. Many powerful black magics are unexpectedly simple and do not even require the wizard's talent. The most important thing is the malice from the heart. The stronger the malice, the more harm will be done.

The more people there are, the greater the power. No wonder so many wizards are crazy and addicted to it.

Black magic represents plunder, and perhaps it draws strength from the pain of others, like a monster that spreads despair and pain wantonly, and absorbs nutrients to thrive.

This time, Owen clearly felt that the power of the Black Demon Guard had become stronger, the killing speed was faster, and the movements were quicker. Moreover, for some reason, he felt that his mental strength had suddenly increased just now.

A small section appeared, which seemed to be a wonderful effect brought about by qualitative change.

After Owen's continuous training with Ravenclaw's mental training methods in the past few months, coupled with a small wave of improvement just now, he feels that his magic power should now exceed that of most adult wizards, at least to a certain extent.

They are at the level of some elite wizards.

"We have to seize the time." Owen slowly lowered his eyes, put one hand naturally on the suitcase, and tapped his fingers lightly on it. He looked at Natasha again, who was staring blankly at the night sky.

This woman, who looked to be no more than twenty years old, now looked tired and vicissitudes of life, and her long dark red hair was hanging weakly behind her head.

After successfully taking revenge, Natasha had lost all goals. She seemed to have no motivation to live anymore, and her whole person seemed to have no energy.

"Perhaps one day, as a magician..." Owen paused and continued with a pleasant voice, "I am also a fraudster and I will need an assistant. I hope you won't refuse me then."

"Natasha, do you want this book?" Owen looked at the woman who was looking blankly at the list in her hand.

Owen closed the diary in his hand with a "snap" and whispered in a joking tone: "There is no hope for the king of darkness. I have already obtained the pass to hell."

"I know some black magic transformation experiments that I learned from my father, have mastered some black magic spells, and have experience in cooperating with experiments..." Natasha thought hard about what she knew, and watched the rejection on Owen's face become more and more obvious.

The feeling became stronger and stronger, and he began to say in a panic: "I am good at doing housework, and I like reading books..."

Natasha stared at him blankly, a little water seemed to flash in her crimson eyes. No one had ever said such a thing to her. No one except her brother who relied on her would really consider her. The world had never

Be gentle with her.

"The book was snatched away by old Valente. I knew he had bad intentions in joining the organization..."

"By the way, I don't know your name yet." Only then did she think of this question.

Owen didn't speak, and a smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth. The cloth bag in his hand looked small, but it was actually cast with a traceless stretching spell. Although most of the items stored in it were disdainful to him, there were a few.

Something worth caring about.

For example, a silver-white leaf-shaped amulet. Owen found several similar fragments among the debris on the man's body. This amulet can block the dark guard for a moment, and may involve the realm of the soul.

"I think the man I killed is the real leader of the Black Spirit Organization. He has been standing at the back of the crowd and looks inconspicuous, but whenever Trev says something, he will instinctively look at

In the past, the surrounding dark wizards often set their sights there, but they didn't have much respect for Trev..."

She stared intensely into Owen's dark eyes, her expression resolute to the point of piety. She was truly grateful to Owen, even if he did not intend to help her. She had not known many people in her life, and had never accepted help from others.

But kindness must be repaid, this is what she learned from the book, and she believed it to be the truth.

"...This ancient ruins has been developed for more than a year, and many people have been involved in it. It seems that the owner of the ruins is very good at cursing black magic. Although he kills people without mercy, the things left behind are indeed genuine.

, very precious..."

Owen also allowed her to doubt life. He took out several notebooks and parchments from the cloth bag, opened them one by one and looked at them. There were rows of names written on the parchments, and many of them were crossed out. It looked like they were black.

The list of members of the spiritual organization. He threw the parchment to Natasha and let her figure it out.

It's not exciting at all to think about accidentally killing the "King" of a dark world.

"After half a year, I finally succeeded in intercepting old Valente. This old guy is really good at hiding. I got the "Book of Secrets", but no one knows its true function! This book can only belong to me.

No one can know! I have to recite the Imperius Curse to old Valente, and then let him die on his own..."

"Oh." Natasha didn't know what to say, so in the end she just gave her own generic answer.

Seeing Owen nodding casually in response, Natasha shook her head in disbelief. For the first time, she doubted the authenticity of this world.

"Tracking, assassination, torture, and theft." Natasha thought carefully for a long time, and answered with a straight posture as if facing an interviewer.

She looked at the boy with an elegant and gentle smile in front of her, and suddenly felt that this was good. She didn't know what the future would be like, but at least she had hope.

"Who told you that Trev is the leader of the Black Spirit Organization?" Owen asked with a calm face. Without waiting for Natasha to answer, he said leisurely: "How can a leader of the dark forces wear conspicuous clothes and show off?

Who goes around talking about his identity? Trev is just a stand-in at most."

"Since you are familiar with Knockturn Alley, why don't you go and open a bookstore there?" Owen's somewhat gloomy mood became lighter, and even the restless evil thoughts in his heart seemed to fade away, "I...

The pocket money saved every year is enough to invest in several stores in Knockturn Alley, which can be used as a secret base."

"There are still many interesting things in this world. Don't always hold yourself back. You are still young and there are so many new and interesting things to try." He put the roses in Natasha's messy hair.

, with a gentle and friendly tone, "Look, she looks even more beautiful this way."

"What are you planning to do in the future?" Owen asked softly, the boy's clear voice now slightly hoarse. He took out the things he got from the last dark wizard he killed, and checked everything he had with him.

After throwing the items aside casually, he opened the black cloth bag and started rummaging through it.

"Of course I won't refuse, so what do you want me to do now?" Natasha moved a little uneasily, "I can't just be an idler and accept your kindness with peace of mind."

Owen casually threw away the ancient book in his hand. This book was actually of little use to him. Threatening others with curses was the stupidest way after all. If Owen wanted to develop any power, he could rely on his own means and charm.

To develop a group of loyal subordinates, as a magician, he always has a way to make himself popular. Therefore, this book is also useful for him in terms of keeping secrets. It is very suitable for letting a group of people keep secrets on a large scale.

.

"Wait, the name on the title page, Meral? I seem to have heard of this name somewhere..."

"Since you don't know what you're going to do in the future, do you want to help me?" Owen put the book into his suitcase with a smile, and said in a brisk and soft tone, "I'll pay you."

"I found it here, what's the problem?" Owen glanced at her and shook the bag in his hand, with a playful smile in his eyes.

Another example is an ancient book that was preserved in a precious place. Owen took out the book and flipped through it. The cover was dark black with complex and mysterious red patterns painted on it. The title of the book was "The Book of Secrets"

The title page is completely red, as if it was smeared with blood, and a name is written in the lower right corner: Meral. The yellowed pages at the back are all empty, without any patterns or words.

He just does it casually, does some things as soon as he thinks of them, and says some things as soon as he thinks of them. This can be regarded as his attitude towards life.

"It's time to move on from the unfortunate past. You are free, Natasha. You should think more about yourself and live for yourself. A beautiful girl like you will definitely be very popular." Owen smiled brightly.

explain.

"This book... is the treasure my father stole!" Natasha's crimson eyes flashed violently, her expression angry and sad, "I heard those people say... the name is the Book of Secrets. This book

How could it be in the hands of that person? The leader of the organization, Trev, didn’t even know about it?"

"Such an obvious problem, you can find it if you observe more." Owen glanced at the other party helplessly, feeling that this woman was indeed a bit stupid, or in other words, careless and one-minded.

"Then...you haven't gone to school yet?" she asked tentatively.

"After all, there are many performances, and it is difficult for one person to complete them." He said quietly.

"Ah?" Natasha's expression became confused, and her eyes looked like a confused puppy.

"How can you make people work for free? That's exploitation. It's no use even if I want to kill you." Owen blinked and added humorously, "And I'm not short of money."

"Owen, Owen Shafiq." Owen shook his feet casually, "You can call me Owen."

"Well, besides that, do you have any normal advantages or hobbies?" Owen's eyebrows twitched.

"The "Book of Secrets" should be called "The Book of Curses of Meral"! The oath of keeping secrets on it is not important. It is actually an extremely powerful curse medium. As long as someone writes their name on it, they will have

The person who reads this book can curse that person anytime, anywhere, even if he goes to the ends of the earth!"

Several notebooks contained research notes on black magic, memos on important matters, and a very scrawled diary. Owen turned to the last few pages of the diary and found a description of the "Book of Secrets."

Owen tilted his head with a smile, and suddenly stretched out his right hand toward the other person's grayish cheek, then put his fingers together and pinched it gently, and a white rose appeared out of thin air in his palm.

In her eyes, a family with such power and wealth has always been superior. She couldn't understand why a member of a big family like Owen would take risks alone and sneak into the wizarding black market, putting himself in such a dangerous situation, let alone him.

Why are adults so heartless in teaching their children so many dangerous black magic?

He put his hand on his chin and looked at the serious woman in front of him, and said with a dumb smile: "I don't know what you are thinking about. In fact, I don't have anything I want you to do now. I just habitually make preparations in advance and have a backup plan."

That's all...I can still afford to support an idle person."

"That's right. Why don't you try to open a bookstore?" Owen clapped his palms and suggested casually.

"Well, what are you good at?" Owen looked at her thoughtfully.

"The name of Meral is recorded in the ancient manuscripts. She was a genius who was ahead of her time in curse magic! And her most famous feat was to create a book of curses and secretly used it to control most of the people at that time.

The black witch organization makes them obey her orders!"

Natasha looked at him with her bright crimson eyes, nodded with a very serious expression: "I owed you my life, and today you avenged me. You can make me do anything, even if you ask me

My life is fine..." She paused and then added seriously: "So, I don't need a salary."

"I don't know." Natasha said blankly after a long while, "Go and kill that information dealer first, and then I'll go back to Knockturn Alley. At least there's... a place to live there."

""Book of Secrets", the most precious collection of the owner of the ruins is actually a book? Its greatest ability is to keep secrets. Just write the secrets that need to be kept on the title page, and let others write their names on the back of the paper.

, they cannot reveal this secret in any way... This secret-keeping oath is very binding, but it is not very useful..."

The child in front of her has shown extraordinary attainments in black magic at a young age, and will definitely be a great guy in the future. Natasha doesn't know how long this child can persist under the corruption of black magic, or whether he will become as crazy as her father.

With his cruel appearance, helping him is obviously not a good way out, and it is destined to be accompanied by darkness and danger, but Natasha never expected to live a normal life.

At this time, Natasha suddenly asked in disbelief: "Why is this book here with you?"

Natasha's fair cheeks turned red at this time, and she stammered: "I...I just didn't think about it..." After saying that, her expression became gloomy again, and she

Only then did he realize that he had no enemy to kill.

She is a dark wizard, poor and precarious, and destined not to be accepted by people under the sun. Even if she does not follow Owen, she may die in a sudden accident or attack, alone in an unknown place.

In the corner, that is the common ending for almost all dark wizards without power and backing.

Natasha glanced at the book in Owen's hand with complicated eyes, and shook her head without hesitation: "No, it will remind me of those bad memories. Since you got it, it's yours."

"With it, I can also achieve Meral's feats. As long as I keep a lower profile, I can become the king of darkness!"

"Shafiq?" Natasha's eyes widened and she asked cautiously, "The Shafiq family of the twenty-eight pure-blood families?"

"I'm in my first year at Hogwarts, and it's during the holidays." Owen said innocently.

The two looked at each other, and after a long time, Natasha said: "Then the traces on your body..." If detected, they would have no choice but to flee.

"It's solved." Owen blinked.

Next, the two of them chatted in a harmonious atmosphere, mainly because Owen was teasing, while Natasha, who was a bit slow in dealing with others, didn't notice and kept her seriousness. It wasn't until daybreak that they walked towards the wizard gathering area in the distance.

go.

(End of chapter)