A ruined Hogwarts

The tip of the staff that had been drawing circles stopped motionless in mid-air, and thick black mist like ink surged out from it, rolling and condensing violently.

Owen looked straight at this scene, his face slightly pale, and for the first time he felt powerless.

Just when he thought he would still fail this time, the black mist quietly emerged with a clear outline and took on a complete form, appearing simply in front of him.

Owen breathed a sigh of relief, feeling some tired energy, tilted his head, and carefully looked at what he had summoned.

It obviously does not have a complete human shape. A long and wide pitch black cloak flutters as if blown by the wind, and there is a dark mist under the cloak. Above the triangular collar of the cloak is a tall black bowler hat with the brim so low that only a white crescent-shaped hole in the black mist can be seen below the brim, like a crescent-shaped, always-tilted hat. A smiling mouth.

"It's a bit handsome... Hiss, no, why does this thing need such strong magic power!" This is definitely not the same level of magic as the Patronus Charm!

Although the magic in this world does not have the concept of consuming magic power, different magics require different magic power strengths. To explain it in terms of the concept of blue bars, it means that releasing magic does not consume mana, but the wizard's blue bar has an upper limit. Some magic requirements exceed this upper limit and cannot be released.

And this magic almost exceeds Owen's magic limit. You know, his magic level is already comparable to that of an adult wizard.

The summoned thing floated around Owen in a circle. Although it also had a cold and evil feeling, it did not affect him, but made him feel a sense of intimacy and security.

As Owen thought, the dark guard leaned behind him and turned into black mist and dispersed silently. Owen was stunned for a moment, feeling that it did not completely dissipate like a patron saint, but turned into some kind of dark and heavy power and attached itself to his body, invisible but tangible.

Owen turned to look at Voldemort, and when he saw the look of surprise and contemplation in the other man's eyes, he was reluctant to curse. Owen was sure that Voldemort had no intention of letting him pass this test, he just wanted to embarrass him and torture him!

Calmly, I can't slap him, at least not now... Owen took a deep breath and said calmly: "Professor, I passed the test, right?"

Voldemort suppressed his surprised expression and stared at him with extremely mysterious and surprised eyes, which made Owen's heart tremble.

"Congratulations," he said softly, "you passed. It seems you are even better than I thought."

"Then can I take my leave, professor?" Owen smiled. He was really afraid that if he stayed here for too long, he wouldn't be able to resist punching the unsightly face in front of him with his fist.

"Dark Guard... You have completed this magic. Even if you don't summon it to appear, you can be directly immune to the invasion of Dementors. The complete Black Guard can shock and even destroy them, and can also attack and destroy humans... It There are many more wonderful uses, you need to explore them yourself." Voldemort said slowly, "You can leave."

"Goodbye, Professor." Owen strode out of the door, closed the door behind him, and walked away with gritted teeth.

As they neared the common room, Owen finally regained his composure. He squinted and turned the wand in his hand, reviewing the previous lectures, and a smile slowly appeared on his face: "At least I'm not at a loss..."

He waved his wand to his side, feeling that he needed an authentic patron saint to soothe his soul.

"Call the gods to protect you!"

The spell was uttered, but the wand showed no response.

The smile on Owen's face froze. He waved his wand again and said something to call for guardianship, but still no silver-white cat patronus jumped out.

"Where's my cat?" The cat he just got!

Owen suddenly looked back in the direction he came from, and he understood that the Dark Guard was by no means the reverse spell of the God-calling Guard, but the black magic transformation of the Patronus Curse! And it is irreversible, at least he has no way to reverse it now!

"What level of black magic is this?" Owen knew that he had been tricked.

In the first scene of the confrontation with the Dark Lord, Owen relied on his psychological level and acting ability. Although he recited a weakly binding oath, he successfully deceived the other party and infiltrated the other party with a relatively free identity. Irving loses a small game, but he can hit back hard at any time.

In the second act of the confrontation with the Dark Lord, Owen truly lost the round due to the crushing level of magical knowledge.

It seems helpless, but Owen is a weakling compared to the Dark Lord, so he can only adopt roundabout tactics.

Owen rubbed his chin and laughed instead: "Ha, that's interesting."

…

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, Voldemort looked meaningfully at the door Owen left, suddenly closed his eyes and let go of control of his body.

Quirrell covered his head with a pale face, opened his mouth wide and breathed hard like a fish that landed on the beach. He frantically took out a bottle of potion and drank it, then huddled in the chair and shivered.

"Master...why, that magic..." he sobbed. If the master hadn't used that magic, he wouldn't have had such a heavy burden! At the same time, he also deeply remembered that powerful magic. Maybe he could...

"You can't learn it." Voldemort sneered, "That is the most advanced black magic. Even my Death Eaters, none of them can master it... I didn't expect that little guy to succeed. I just wanted to Just punish him for being ignorant."

Quirrell was obedient, but he was not convinced in his heart. If even a little wizard can learn it, he will naturally be good at it. He must prove his talent in front of his master!

"Really? The way to learn it is very simple." Voldemort said calmly, "One way is to use superb black magic attainments to forcibly master it, and the other way is to use black magic to transform it on the basis of having a patron saint, so that It alienates light into darkness.”

Quirrell was stunned. He thought he couldn't do the first method, and the second method... Ever since he accepted the possession of the Dark Lord, it was impossible for him to use the Patronus Charm.

"Unexpectedly, I was deceived by that little guy before." Voldemort muttered to himself.

"He...he dared to deceive his master!" Quirrell quickly expressed his loyalty.

"Yes, yes, I thought I could lead him to fall into darkness, but I didn't expect... Haha." Voldemort smiled playfully, "Only those who have a bright heart but have a terrifying darkness sealed in their hearts can truly Complete this magic spell. He doesn’t need my guidance at all, he just needs me to push him on the tightrope.”

"Master, why are you so insistent on letting him..." Quirrell asked cautiously.

"Originally he was not qualified, but now...it's a bit interesting." Voldemort murmured inexplicably, and then stopped responding.

But Quirrell clearly felt the Dark Lord's excitement and...ecstasy!