A ruined Hogwarts

There was silence for a moment in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office. The two people sat facing each other across a desk, with only the faint whirring sound of candlelight burning around them.

"Black magic and white magic are just the use of different emotions and spiritual powers, but they essentially lead to the same goal through different paths." After a long time, Voldemort put away his indifferent expression and said slowly, "So, I am relatively familiar with the Patronus Charm. "

As he said that, he glanced at Owen with a half-smile, but Owen could see undisguised playfulness and exploration in his expression, like looking at a toy or an experimental object.

I knew this guy had bad intentions... Owen became more cautious. Fortunately, he had not learned about the Patronus Charm before, at least he would not be fooled into confusion.

"The Patronus Charm involves embodying emotional power into a tangible entity. In the eyes of most wizards, it is a very advanced magic, but in fact it is just a basic application." Voldemort said with no trace of emotion in his tone. Concealed contempt, both for this spell and for what he calls "the vast majority of wizards".

Owen could only smile politely. How many people in this world can regard this kind of advanced applied magic of emotional power as the basis? But as the Dark Lord, the other party is definitely qualified to say such things.

"As a typical white magic, it has many corresponding characteristics, such as narrow uses. The Patronus can only be used to resist and drive away dark creatures such as dementors, while wizards who are proficient in black magic often have more methods To resist, control and even destroy them..."

Voldemort suddenly sneered: "Of course, many wizards think that it can protect people's hearts and is a symbol of profound magic and pure souls... In fact, all it requires is nothing more than happy memories and certain skills, but it is indeed just for the sake of fame. A good idea."

Owen twitched the corners of his mouth. Although what you said is correct, since you have such disdain for the Patronus Charm, why do you want to teach me?

"Dumbledore... once improved this curse, used the Patronus to convey messages and intelligence, and taught it to his Order of the Phoenix members." He said lazily, "There is a very lack of improvement in skills, so we can only It's a bit creative." Facing Owen's expectant gaze, he added lightly: "It's not within the scope of today's teaching."

Owen once again resisted the desire to roll his eyes and continued to listen obediently.

"The Patronus Charm is a by-product of ancient wizards trying to simulate the magic of magical animals. It can only be said to be a failure, so most patronus are in the form of ordinary animals. Wizards with patronus in the form of magical animals are very rare. And they are quite talented, although the strength of the patron saints is not necessarily related to their form."

"The biggest difficulty is nothing more than the embodiment of emotions, and I happen to have some unique skills in this area." Voldemort glanced at Owen with a kind smile, which made Owen's skin crawl.

Owen: You could actually smile a little more arrogantly, Dark Lord.

Next, Voldemort explained the profound magical principles in an eloquent way, showing his high level of knowledge and excellent insight. Although he did not conduct in-depth research on the Patronus Charm, many of the theories he talked about from a high position still opened Owen's eyes.

"Recall your memory as clearly as possible, center on your will, guide or pressure it, and let it solidify in your brain." After the explanation, Voldemort said sternly, "As for the spells and gestures, You shouldn’t need me to teach you anymore.”

Owen shook his head with bright eyes, summarizing the key points thoughtfully, raising his wand to the air beside him, drawing a slight circle with the tip of the wand, while thinking about his happy memories in his mind.

He thought of the memory of winning the magic award for the first time in his previous life, and the great satisfaction of standing on the stage and enjoying the applause of the crowd...

"Focus on the will, guide or oppress it... guide..." Owen felt with an empty mind, completely ignoring that the Dark Lord was watching him.

"Invoke the gods to protect you!" When the memory and emotion became clearer and more solid, he finally recited the incantation.

A thick silver-white mist rushed out of the tip of the staff. The patron saint had not yet taken shape, but there seemed to be a hazy shadow swimming happily in the mist.

Although he didn't succeed, it was only the first time he tried this spell, and Owen figured out the key. It has to be said that Voldemort's theories and techniques played a huge role.

"There doesn't seem to be any traps?" Owen's question only lasted for a short moment, and then he continued to practice step by step under the supervision of the Dark Lord.

But anyway, isn’t this scene too inconsistent? What he learned from the Dark Lord was not some terrible black magic, but the Patronus Charm? No one would believe it if I told you!

The practice of the spell continued for half an hour. Owen's patron saint already had a faint outline, but it was never fully formed.

Owen slowly began to understand the problem, perhaps because the memories he'd chosen weren't his happiest. He tried again the joy of learning magic for the first time in this life, the first time he combined magic with magic and shocked his parents... but he failed to achieve better results.

He thought carefully about it in the depths of his mind, and after a brief silence, he finally recalled the pure joy that filled his heart when he stood on the stage to perform magic for the first time and finally won the applause of the audience...

"Call the gods to protect you!"

A smart and beautiful figure jumped out from the tip of the staff, spinning around Owen in mid-air with vigorous and light steps, her clear eyes shining with silvery white light were full of gentleness and joy.

This is a cat, a cat with a slender body, smooth body and elegant posture. It seems to be a Russian blue cat.

It hovered briskly in the office for a week, and finally returned to Owen, slowly turning into silvery white mist and disappearing.

Owen squeezed the wand in his hand and suddenly felt a sudden joy.

Until Voldemort's substantial gaze awakened him from this sense of satisfaction.

He coughed lightly, sitting upright and looking at the Dark Lord with an unfathomable expression across from him.

"Very good," Voldemort smiled and tapped the table teasingly, "Then, it's time for the classroom test. In my class, if you fail the test, the price will be very heavy."

Owen nodded solemnly.

"Just now, we tried to use happy memories and good intentions to summon an interesting patron saint." Voldemort said in a babble-like tone, with a look of interest in his eyes. "Then, you should try it. The malice within calls for it.”

"It just so happens that I am very knowledgeable about this." He said with a smile.

Owen's expression froze. He said why there was no trap just now, it turned out to be waiting for him here!