A ruined Hogwarts

Standing in front of the stone wall outside the common room, Owen spoke this week's password: "Pureblood."

Seeing the stone door slowly opening in front of him, he clicked his tongue: "This password... haha."

The warm breath in the lounge came out from the stone door, slightly dissipating the cold and damp weather outside all year round. Owen walked through the stone door, not paying attention to the little wizards doing homework or chatting in low voices, and went directly back to the dormitory.

The kitten Melete was curled up and sleeping on his four-poster bed. Her small body was balled up into a ball of light brown fur between the soft dark green quilts. The large and small dark spots on the fur resembled the patterns of a leopard. , rising and falling regularly with breathing, looking extremely beautiful.

Owen leaned over and picked up Melete, touching her around. The warm and soft touch between his fingers dispelled the slight coldness in his heart. Having just lost a cat, he needed another cat to comfort his heart.

Thinking about the patron saint that he hadn't had time to observe carefully, and the pure joy and warmth that made people feel spontaneously when it really appeared in front of his eyes, Owen's fingers unconsciously poked the spots on Melete's back. .

Although the Patronus Charm is not a symbol of purity of heart, wizards with a Patronus are often stereotyped as having powerful magic and a righteous heart. Therefore, they are more likely to be elected as members of the Wizengamot or senior officials of the Ministry of Magic. . Similarly, wizards with patron saints are more likely to be trusted, at least it can prove that they are not evil dark wizards.

In a sense, the Patronus Curse is indeed, as Voldemort said, a good way for some people to gain fame and reputation.

But that's not what Owen cares about at all. Isn’t it just that I lost my patron saint? It's not a big problem, just pretend you haven't learned this magic... But the patron saint is a warm cat, so I can't stand it!

"I see, the Dark Lord is afraid that I will use the Patronus Charm to show off and go astray. He is such a good professor with good intentions and touching people." Owen smiled jokingly.

Old thief Voldemort, you and I are at odds with each other! He grinded his teeth and thought rather resentfully.

Melete turned over in his hands and suddenly opened her golden eyes to look at his face. Her pupils suddenly shrank into a thin vertical line, and the hair all over her body stood up.

Her four little paws suddenly stepped on Owen's hand, and the whole cat took off instantly, jumping high as if it was equipped with springs. After landing on the bed, it rolled twice, then climbed up and put on alert. and a posture ready to attack.

"???" Owen blinked and his expression became serious.

Melete is a cat, she can sense things that humans cannot... Could it be that something has been done to her?

While Owen was thinking seriously, Melete tilted her head in confusion, and then relaxed her body. She slowly walked up to Owen and sniffed with her pink little nose, then squatted in front of him and yawned widely, her sharp cat eyes narrowed, and she raised her head proudly to look at him.

In my sleep, I felt that the person shoveling shit had an evil aura, which scared the cat. Fortunately, after checking her eyes, she was still the same person, so she generously stopped pursuing it. How else could she still leave?

Oh, what a worry for the cat.

"Meow-" Melete shook her tail and meowed softly.

"You mean, you can feel the smell of evil and darkness in my body, but it is rapidly weakening or disappearing?" Owen looked at his palms thoughtfully.

This must be because of the Black Devil Guard. He had already felt that the Black Devil Guard had not completely dissipated, but was always following him in another way. It seems that this is not an illusion... Now it can be detected by Melete. The strangeness may be because his body and magic power have not yet fully adapted to it. After tonight, the clues should not be easily detected.

"This black magic is not simple." Owen narrowed his eyes. It seemed that he needed to check the relevant information.

"Me..." Melet called again.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. I just lost a cat and I feel a little depressed." Owen touched the cat's head.

"Meow?" Melet's eyes suddenly widened even more alertly, and she pressed one of her front paws on the back of Owen's hand, with her sharp nails sticking out.

"It's not another cat, it's a cat created by magic, you know it." Owen held the kitten in his arms and said with a lazy smile, "Just wave the magic wand, and a kitten will pop." Jumped out..."

"Meow!" Melete retracted her paw and rubbed her head against Owen's palm with a very dissatisfied expression.

"Okay, okay, you are enough."

Owen smiled and talked to Melet, and his mood slowly became lighter. As for being able to communicate fluently with Melete? As a qualified cat lover, isn’t it normal to master some cat language?

After feeding Melete a bowl of milk, he watched the kitten stretch out and fall asleep on his pillow. The big ears flutter from time to time, looking leisurely and lively.

Owen smiled slightly and sat down on the edge of the bed. After pondering for a moment, he no longer had the intention to do his homework, and simply sunk his thoughts into the space facing the wall.

After retracting the previously severed memory about the plot, Owen curled his lips mockingly, then took out his wand, closed his eyes and brewed his emotions.

Although he really didn't want to use black magic more, now that he had learned it, he had to find out the specific situation of the black magic guard earlier.

Perhaps because he was reluctant to recall what happened in the past, Owen had been brewing for a long time but could not successfully cast the spell.

It has to be said that it is difficult for ordinary people to generate enough malice to perform those profound black magic, because they require malice from the heart to harm others, and legitimate anger and hatred often fail to exert their true power.

Therefore, even though the Ministry of Magic allowed Aurors to use the Unforgivable Curses during the Wizarding War, most Aurors were still unable to use them well. It is not easy for normal people to have enough malice towards a person. It even takes time to brew their emotions. With this time, they might as well use other magic spells.

Perhaps what Voldemort said is true. Using dark magic on intelligent creatures will get feedback. In the process of hurting and torturing others, the malice in people's hearts continues to grow, and perhaps black magic itself will intensify this change in the process. The stronger the malice, the more powerful the black magic. The wizard's body and mind are constantly being corroded by black magic, gradually annihilating humanity.

The most direct manifestation is that those corrupted dark wizards cannot use the Patronus Charm. You know, the casting of the Patronus Charm only requires truly happy memories and has nothing to do with the user's good or evil. For example, the vicious woman Umbridge can summon the Patronus. The only exceptions are those dark wizards. This is the impact of black magic.

But Voldemort said that as long as he did not use dark magic, he would not be affected. Owen believed that he was a ghost. Not everyone can stay sane in the dark or even get lost. Dumbledore and Snape were able to turn around because they both had love in their hearts, and then they repented after experiencing the lifelong blow of regret.

Owen doesn't want to do this!

After a long time, Owen slowly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with deep darkness.

"Dark Guard!" He waved his wand.

The figure filled with black mist emerged in the pure white space, making the surrounding objects seem to be dyed in deep and dim colors. It floats there quietly, extremely strange and abrupt, but it also seems to be mocking all living beings.

"Summoning the Dark Guard this time is much easier than the last time." Owen summarized the difference between the two times. The demand for magic power has been reduced a lot, and the required malice is also less. "Sure enough, since I summoned it, it has been following me and has not completely dissipated."

However, although the Dark Guardian is fully capable of the job of a guardian angel and even has more uses, it looks like a very evil black magic at first glance. If Owen doesn't want to be expelled from Hogwarts and sent to Azkaban, it's best not to use it in front of others.

If the Dark Guard is not summoned, its normal function is not much different from that of the Patronus Charm. It can only protect Owen from the influence of Dementors... At most, it can prevent him from being afraid of entering Azkaban? Coupled with the joyful feeling of not having a patron saint that makes people feel warm all over... The more Owen thought about it, the more he felt frustrated.

Well, if one day he can't think of anything else and wants to experience a different life, can he go to Azkaban to experience the decadent life that includes food and accommodation?

"But it's really handsome... You can think of it as a darkened version of the patron saint." Owen adjusted his mentality and began to look at the guard in front of him with appreciation. He waved lightly, and the dark guard floated over lightly, circling around him obediently, with the hem of his cloak flying gracefully.

Rabbit Muse, who was squatting next to Owen and chewing lettuce leaves, suddenly stopped, his long ears stood up high, and the leaves in his mouth fell to the ground. Then she burst out with unprecedented speed and ran to the far corner with all her strength, staring at a pair of pitiful red eyes and trembling.

Owen glanced at the rabbit in the corner with a smile, and then looked away. In the state of summoning the black devil guard, his mood will be more cold and malicious, but of course, he will not lack reason.

He waved his wand, and the quill automatically jumped up and wrote quickly on the open notebook, faithfully recording his feelings at this time.

Reaching out and stroking the hem of the dark cloak, the cold and soft touch spread from the fingertips to the heart, and a feeling of closeness and familiarity arose spontaneously, as if it was part of himself. Owen exerted a little force, and the hem of clothes in his hand suddenly slipped from his fingers, as if passing through the body of a ghost.

Owen directed it to fly rapidly in the space. Its speed was very fast and its turns were extremely flexible, like a ball of black yarn dancing freely. Owen slowly learned to control it, sometimes letting it move illusoryly across the bookshelf and tabletop, sometimes letting it float in the air holding a wooden figure used for practicing magic spells.

Looking at the wooden man being carried away by the black devil guard, Owen narrowed his eyes, and the black mist in the cloak suddenly rolled violently. The wooden figure gradually turned black, and was eventually corroded to pieces.

Next, he looked at his clone and let the hem of his cloak gently pass over the clone's arm. The arm quickly turned black and had hideous corrosive wounds, which made one's scalp numb.

"Well, it can be either false or true. It's hard to defend against, and it also has good black magic attack power." Owen recalled the feeling that Voldemort's guard made him feel. Maybe the dark magic guard can make people feel fear and despair like the dementors. power, but as the master, he is not affected.

"Finally..." Owen stood up from his chair, his expression becoming much more serious. He waved, and the Black Demon Guard floated over in the blink of an eye and draped it around him like a real piece of clothing.

The cold black mist enveloped Owen's body, and the dark cloak fluttered lightly behind him. The thick black mist covered his cheeks and most of his body, and only his exposed palms could be clearly seen. and calves. Owen raised his hand to lower the black top hat on his head. On his face filled with black mist, only the curved and upturned white corners of his mouth could be seen, as if wearing a mocking mask.

"It feels good." Owen murmured with a bright smile. The dark desires emerging from his heart were like the flowers of malice that lured his soul into corruption. Evil inspirations kept emerging in his mind, making him seem to have returned to that day in his previous life...

He jumped lightly and flew into the air lightly. His speed was no faster than those old antique broomsticks in school, but he actually flew on his own!

"Haha..." Owen laughed like a child who got a novel toy, flying around the wall space with ease. He waved the wand in his hand to cast spells on the practice dummies. It was difficult to hit them at first, but his accuracy got better and better.

It wasn't until he began to feel tired that he dispersed the black devil guard on his body, feeling it turn into a cold force and integrate into his body. The smile on Owen's face never disappeared.

"Interesting, very interesting." He picked up his rabbit and spun it around, his expression immediately showing deep mockery, "Can it arouse my malice? This obvious change is not difficult to find. , but the subtle influence is difficult to detect..."

"Transforming white magic into black magic... I have never been exposed to similar knowledge. It seems that I will have to visit the forbidden book area more in the future. You can also write a letter to your family and ask. I remember that there are many profound black magicians at home. Magical collection of books.”

"My current state is a bit dangerous. This magic has a great impact on me, much greater than ordinary black magic. Is it because it was converted from the Patronus Charm, so it is closer to my inner emotions?" Owen licked Licking his lips, he felt that even the three Unforgivable Curses would not have such an obvious impact on people, "It seems that the Dark Guard cannot be used unless necessary."

"I remember that when I successfully used this spell, I saw some joy on Voldemort's face... What did he target me for?"

Owen gently held the trembling rabbit in his arms, comforted her gently, rolled his eyes, and his expression became interesting.

"It seems that Voldemort and Quirrell have also eaten a lot recently..."

"As a student, how can you forget to have some fun with your dear professor?"

After finally calming down his excitement, Owen exited the space facing the wall and returned to the warm bedroom with soft light. He rubbed his temples and felt that the slight coldness in his heart had not dissipated, and the space facing the wall did not eliminate this effect for him.

"It seems that using the wall space to avoid the side effects of learning black magic is not feasible." Owen frowned, and then he was relieved, "That's right, malice comes from people's own emotions and thoughts. This proves that the wall space cannot It's a good thing to change my mind...sort of."

"Black magic is indeed a big pitfall...how to solve this side effect?"

Owen moved his numb legs, and Melete climbed on top of him at some point, curling up into a ball and making a purring sound.

He turned his head and suddenly saw a pair of green eyes staring at him silently, which seemed a bit scary at first glance.

Owen took a closer look and said angrily: "Why are you staring at me, Harry?" The guy had a serious and thoughtful expression on his face, which reminded him inexplicably of Snape's gaze.