A ruined Hogwarts

After the heavy snow, there will be continuous rainy days. The sky is always gray all day long, the air is moist and cold, and the raindrops that fall down from time to time are even colder to the bone. Few people want to go outside, only the Quidditch players train tirelessly on the field.

Irving looked away from the players flying around in the rain outside the window, and looked deeply and calmly at Quirrell, who was sitting opposite him and dressed handsomely. He blinked lively at him, He joked: "Professor Quirrell, it's really gratifying to see that your taste has become so good recently."

As he spoke, Owen gently waved the magic wand in his hand, helped tidy up the messy office, and said in a considerate and caring tone: "Of course, I think it is not enough to just pay attention to appearance. Cultivating elegance must start from daily life. Start with the details, such as making the office a little tidier first?”

"You seem to care about this matter?" Quirrell looked at him with twinkling eyes, his face so pale that he seemed about to fall down at any moment.

"Of course, who doesn't want his companion to be a character with temperament and charm? Only when he is confident, elegant, intelligent and powerful can he be full of charm." Owen smiled sincerely, his eyes narrowed into crescent moons, "Besides, The respected Dark Lord belongs to you, you must make yourself worthy of the Dark Lord's class and style, right? This is necessary respect."

That's right, Voldemort, I'm telling you this. You have to have class and style, and you better not lose your brains, or you have to go the stupid beauty route and concentrate on being a mascot, so you must have a nose and hair! Owen considers himself a pretty guy, so maybe he thinks you're good-looking so he'll actually hang out with you!

"Huh? Is there something wrong with my idea?" Owen looked out the window at the gray sky with empty eyes, feeling that he was becoming more and more interested in seeking death.

Hearing Owen mention the Dark Lord, Quirrell's eyes flashed with fear, because of his increasingly weak body and the disappointment and indifference shown by the Dark Lord. If he can't get the Philosopher's Stone again, he feels like he's going to die.

Thinking of this, he looked at Owen's expression becoming ferocious and crazy: "Why did you want to save Harry Potter?"

Owen thought that this was indeed the case, but on the surface he was stunned for a moment and said innocently: "Save him? Are you talking about the time when he was bitten by a poisonous spider? It turned out that it was you who moved your hands and feet."

"Yes, as long as you put a poisonous spider bound by the immobilizing spell on him, when the spell fails and the spider bites him angrily, Harry Potter will die by accident. But you destroyed My plan!" Quirrell's expression collapsed. Even if he can't get the Philosopher's Stone for the time being, as long as he can kill Potter, it will be a great achievement. The master will reward him, and will never watch him decline with indifference like now.

"That's such a shame." Owen grinned awkwardly, and then said seriously, "Then you should at least discuss it with me in advance. In fact, that night, Harry just drank the drink I handed him. , and then suddenly fell down, it looked like I had poisoned him."

Owen held his forehead helplessly: "I accepted the task of monitoring Harry from the Dark Lord. I was a little guilty. In addition, when I went back from here last time, I bumped into Professor Snape. He paid very keen attention. He noticed the smell of the potion on my body and knew that I was in contact with you, so he also paid attention to me during these days."

"Professor Quirrell, think about what I should do in this situation? Harry Potter fell to the ground after drinking my water, and I just watched him die of poison. If he is poisoned again, Someone found out that I still had fecal stones on me, but I didn't give him any use..." Owen spread his hands, "Even if I don't get arrested, I will be fired, right?"

"Although it was later discovered that it was not my drink that was the problem, I could only choose to take such action in order to protect myself at the time. What's more, even if I didn't save him, there was a high probability that he would not die. Because when I checked with the magic spell, I found There is a strange magic fluctuation in Harry's body, which should be secretly arranged by Dumbledore. I think if Harry's life is really in danger, Dumbledore will definitely arrive in time."

Owen said sincerely: "Professor Quirrell, actually I don't care if Harry dies, but if you take any action next time, please don't hide it from me. At least let me stay away first to avoid inadvertent damage. Got your plan."

"I have a relatively close relationship with Harry. This is my advantage, and why is it not a constraint?" He said softly, his voice like a distant whisper, "As long as I show the slightest abnormality around him, he will Be focused on and investigated."

"You are not loyal enough! Everything is worth it for the Dark Lord!" Quirrell said with trembling lips, not forgetting to take the opportunity to show his loyalty.

"That's enough, Quirrell. Give up your plan against Harry Potter. Dumbledore is already on guard. You can't kill him at Hogwarts. It's been too long to focus on the Sorcerer's Stone, no matter what. Neither I nor you can wait much longer... Now, I want to go out." Voldemort's cold voice sounded in Quirrell's mind, making him shiver.

Owen saw the expression of Quirrell, who was sitting across the table, change. His expression was no longer fearful and crazy, but turned into a condescending look and a half-smile of teasing.

"Professor, good afternoon." Owen's expression immediately became more solemn, "I unintentionally ruined Professor Quirrell's plan. I feel very regretful and sorry for this."

"Everyone is selfish, I can forgive your unintentional mistakes." Voldemort looked at him thoughtfully. He squinted his eyes, feeling Quirrell's body on the verge of collapse, and there was a hint of greed and desire in the depths of his eyes as he looked at Owen. A young body, full of vigor and vitality, a body tailor-made for him... He couldn't wait any longer.

It's just a little bit off, and after a while, it will be fully "mature".

Owen suddenly felt a chill. He watched Voldemort wave his hand to summon a pure gold cauldron and added medicinal materials to it, and rolled his eyes in his heart.

Use the crucible I gave you to cook me, how can you be worthy of me! Owen glanced at a certain dark lord with a thick face and a dark heart, and silently changed to a more upright sitting position.

"Do you know what kind of potion this is?" Voldemort's voice came slowly, with a hint of teasing.

"When I left here last time, I met Professor Snape. He said it was a potion that was good for the body." Owen responded with a smile, "Professor Quirrell's body seems to be getting weaker and weaker. I I think he really needs more replenishment.”

Voldemort smiled meaningfully. He looked at Owen's pale face and felt a similar aura from the little wizard in front of him.

"Summon your dark guard." He narrowed his eyes.

Owen didn't ask why, he just took out his wand and softly chanted the spell. Regardless of whether Voldemort could see what he had done, it was already an established fact, unless the other party had a way to destroy the dark magic transformation he had completed.

As the raging malice in his heart condensed and took shape, a dark shadow appeared behind him, gently brushing the corners of his cloak against his palms. The ensuing coldness dimmed the flames under the crucible.

Voldemort looked at it carefully for a moment and suddenly laughed in a good mood. He looked at Owen with a smile and said slowly: "Going to kill someone during the holiday?"

Owen slightly raised his eyes with a hint of mist, smiled brightly and said in a very pleasant tone: "Yes."

Not only did they kill people, but they also ransacked your lair and kidnapped your snake.

Feeling the dark and twisted magic that filled Owen's body, as well as the suddenly stronger but more evil spiritual power, Voldemort's expression showed a hint of relief and more amusement.

Perhaps the little wizard in front of him hasn't noticed that he himself has completely fallen into darkness.

Although it was more for a better body, Voldemort was still relieved to see a talented young wizard finally embarking on the right path. He has always been very confident when it comes to being a professor.

To be honest, Irving has not taken this step completely until now, which still makes him a little surprised. Under his influence, Owen completed the dark magic transformation of the Dark Guardian, an unforgivable crime in the eyes of others, at the most unstable stage of his mind and magic. Driven and fed back by cutting-edge black magic and the Unforgivable Curse, he walked Getting to this point is inevitable.

Thinking of this, Voldemort felt a little pity. Owen's life experience and talent are destined to become one of his most effective followers, and he even has a good mind, especially now that he can no longer be accepted by Dumbledore, the old stubborn. But if he is possessed by himself, even if he is very suitable for possession, this process will inevitably destroy his spirit and mind...

"Congratulations, you are on the right path." Voldemort said softly, "How did you do what I asked you to do?"

"The right path..." Owen raised his eyebrows, the path of black magic?

In the state of summoning the black devil guard, his mood was cold but somewhat relaxed. He said seriously: "Ask about the three-headed dog from Hagrid. I am learning the knowledge of various magical animals from him step by step. . Within two months at most, I will definitely be able to get information about the three-headed dog."

He estimated the progress of his performance preparations and proposed a deadline after careful consideration. Although he was no longer afraid of Voldemort's possession and was now confident, in order to prevent Voldemort's loss of patience from affecting his plan, he decided to give a deadline. Waiting when you can't see the way forward is the most anxious, but when you have hope, people will become much more patient.

"Are you sure?" Voldemort's cold gaze seemed to look deep into his heart, "If you can't do it, I will be very angry."

"I'm sure, Professor." Owen assured with a solemn expression.

In this case, there is no need to rush to occupy his body. Quirrell can still hold on for a while, there is still some unicorn blood left... Voldemort thought calmly.

"Ah, by the way, Professor. I made a major discovery about Harry." Owen suddenly said excitedly.

"... Harry suspected that Professor Snape was plotting the Philosopher's Stone, and followed him with us that night... Later, we encountered two people wearing black cloaks, one named Trev and the other Lilith. They claimed to be members of the Aether Society and sneaked into Hogwarts early with the goal of obtaining the Philosopher's Stone and observing and studying the power of Harry Potter..."

"The Aether Society?" Voldemort sneered, "Such a little-known organization dares to plot against Dumbledore. It seems that Dumbledore is becoming less and less intimidating." He felt a little sad and sad. , Dumbledore is getting old after all. Watching such a powerful wizard gradually come to an end only deepens his obsession with immortality.

"However, judging from what that man said, the Aether Society seems to be a secret organization with a long history, and it even showed a disrespectful attitude towards you." Owen lowered his head slightly and said, "Of course, it cannot be ruled out that it is their boast."

"Continue." Voldemort clicked on the table, his expression showing no emotion or anger.

"They seemed to be about to find a way to pass the three-headed dog, and the man also wanted to kill Harry and turn him into a collection." A faintly weird expression appeared on Owen's face, "Later, Harry showed A special power.”

"Harry's hands seem to have the ability to identify, and dense blisters will appear on the hands of suspicious people who are touched by him. I don't know what the nature of this ability is, but I think it is a way to identify malicious or malicious people. The ability of evil forces." Owen said evasively.

He had to let Quirrell and Voldemort be wary of Harry's temptation, lest Harry find the real owner accidentally. At the same time, he only described Harry's ability as "identifying malice and causing blisters" so that they would not be too afraid - after all, who would believe that Harry's loving hug could be fatal?

"He shakes hands with everyone these days just to identify suspicious persons?" Voldemort tapped his fingers on the table, "So, has he ever shaken your hand?"

Owen blinked and said, "I've shaken it, but I'm fine. Maybe it's because I'm not special enough, or I haven't thought about killing him yet? No matter what his ability is, I just hope you, professor, can be more careful." "

"Quirrell told me that he once shook hands with Harry Potter at the Leaky Cauldron." Voldemort said slowly.

"Ah, that's good. As long as Professor Quirrell hasn't changed much, Harry won't be able to recognize him." Owen looked relieved.

Listening to Owen's seemingly unintentional words, Voldemort's expression became more solemn. Quirrell had indeed changed, and the change was great, because he had not yet possessed him at that time. Just in case, it seemed that Quirrell had to be on guard.

"This information is very valuable, please continue." He nodded.

Owen continued to tell the truth and lies about the events of that night. After finishing the story, he waited quietly and dispersed the dark guards.

The two didn't speak for a long time, until the delicate lavender steam rose up in the office, bringing with it a rich fragrance similar to the fragrance of flowers. Voldemort mentally perfected his plan of keeping an eye on the forbidden corridor on the fourth floor and following the Aether to learn how to cheat. He slowly said: "Then, let's start today's lecture. If you can't make a contribution, this should be the last time."

"You have learned the Confusion Curse, so all that is left is the Ultimate Curse." He listed the key points of this top-level curse one by one. Although his greatest achievement was in the field of black magic, But this does not mean that he is not good at other aspects. Irving can benefit a lot from the opinions he puts forward casually.

"This is an advanced curse-breaking method for you, and it will take you some time to master it." Voldemort elegantly crossed his fingers and looked at Owen, and said softly, "So, in terms of black magic, what can you choose to learn today? ."

Oops, today is quite humane. Do you also want to take the approach of teaching students in accordance with their aptitude? Owen teased in his mind, thinking about his weak side, and then said with a smile: "Curse."