A ruined Hogwarts

When a wizard uses dark magic to harm or kill intelligent creatures, he will get a strange feedback. There are such descriptions in both Voldemort and some black magic books.

After the Dark Guard killed the man, Owen felt a numbness deep in his body, like an electric shock, and then, a strange sense of excitement and satisfaction suddenly exploded. The mind seems to have taken off a layer of shackles, like a bird flying out of its cage. Nothing can restrain it anymore.

Owen knew rationally that this feeling was wrong, but he couldn't help but smile lowly. Under the influence of the Black Devil Guard, a cutting-edge black magic that is extremely close to his own soul, the feedback he received seemed to be particularly obvious.

The only door in front that could be left was suddenly pushed open, and two guards in black robes rushed in. There may be more people outside waiting for Owen to go out and surrender.

He recited a blasting spell to the two people who had just come in, suddenly stopped, and turned to get into the shelf on the right, no longer insisting on running out.

Another burst of miserable howlings came, and the black devil guards easily eliminated the second person. These extremely vicious dark wizards seemed to have turned into defenseless chickens when faced with this creation of cutting-edge black magic. young. At the same time, the black mist surrounding the Black Demon Guard became thicker, and the coldness and malice it brought became deeper.

Owen glanced at it as if aware, and suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, his dark eyes cold and deep. His heart was beating loudly, but it was as cold as ever. At this moment, he finally understood and accepted this evil and loyal creature.

It was like he had reached reconciliation with the other side of himself, and like a wonderful fusion, Owen felt as if the Dark Guardian had become another self, an unconscious self that was completely controlled by him.

He no longer needs to devote part of his energy to command, and the Black Devil Guard understands what Owen is thinking. It shuttled through the firelight with great flexibility, causing the surrounding dark wizards to flee in panic. But being able to transform reality into reality, it still hugged a person enthusiastically, gently wrapped around the other person's body, and then fiercely dragged out a milky white shadow from it, which was a living soul!

This is an ability that the Dark Guard has never shown before, but as Voldemort said, you have to truly accept it. Now Owen knows.

The phantom is the appearance of a man, struggling and screaming silently in the black mist. As the black demon guard flies in the air, it is warm and milky white at first, and soon becomes cold and transparent, and finally completely dissipates in the air. in this world. At the same time, the dark wizard who fell to the ground and twitched also stopped breathing.

However, Owen could feel that the soul was not destroyed, but went to the place where the deceased should go from birth to death.

He continued to walk through the darkness and flames with an indifferent expression. The dark wizards were frightened by the ability of the black devil guards and became restrained. The Black Demon Guard also automatically looks for the next target, flying silently like a big bat, spreading despair and fear unscrupulously.

For a time, no one on Owen's side dared to continue the pursuit.

"Desperate, howl, cry, and then die..." Owen said with a smile, "This seems to be the lines of those villains? This does not suit my style..."

"Perhaps, I should say, destroy you on behalf of the moon?" He pointed his wand at an unlucky guy lying on the ground who was affected by the blasting spell and was holding his legs and wailing, and said in a cold tone, "Shattered to pieces."

Without looking at the other party's body, Owen turned his head and looked into the darkness to the side. The red-haired woman was limping out while holding on to the shelves. The same crimson eyes glanced at Owen in confusion, and then looked at the corpse on the ground full of hatred and pleasure.

"Who are you?" She opened her mouth and asked in a weak voice, "Are you here to save me?"

Owen took a closer look at her. The woman's face was so bloody that she couldn't make out her appearance at all. He kicked the wand in the corpse's hand down to the woman's feet, and said in a cold tone: "The only one who can save you is yourself."

As soon as he finished speaking, three figures came out from the shelves on the other side. Several people met each other, and the tip of Owen's wand, which was the first to react, suddenly erupted with a burst of extremely dazzling bright light.

The sudden bright light in the darkness blinded everyone. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Owen rolled to the other side with his eyes closed, feeling several magic spells whizzing past him.

When the bright light went out, he opened his eyes, but the three people opposite him had obviously not recovered from the blindness caused by the bright light. He took the opportunity to point the wand at one of them, and the evil thoughts and murderous intent surging in his heart made his hand holding the wand tremble slightly.

Fortunately, Irving hadn't lost his mind yet. He recognized that this person was his target Carter, and the spell he was about to blurt out instantly changed: "Collapse!"

The red light from the wand hit Carter, causing him to faint without a word. Although Robert beside him could not see clearly, he still recited the killing curse loudly into the open space in front of him, and the dazzling green light exploded a huge hole in the ground.

The red-haired woman suddenly dodged and grabbed the wand on the ground, screaming at Robert: "Shatter to pieces!"

Robert quickly swooped out of the way and rolled into the darkness on the other side. The Crushing Curse hit another dark wizard standing behind him, literally ending the other person's life.

Owen jumped into the darkness behind Robert, and said to the figure who was getting up quickly: "Heart-piercing and bone-cutting!"

Amidst the other party's sharp and painful screams, Owen smiled and whispered softly: "You are the only one who knows the Unforgivable Curse, right?"

The hood on Robert's head slipped down due to the struggle, revealing a skinny face, his mouth wide open due to severe pain, and his bloodshot eyeballs seemed to pop out of their sockets.

Owen tilted his head and admired the other party's whining and struggling, with a leisurely smile hanging on the corner of his mouth. Under the tingling feedback, the violence in his heart surged out uncontrollably, and the sharp howl in his ears was very loud. It's about to become a little sweet. Then his reason told him that now was not the time to waste time. He squinted his eyes, pointed his wand at the figure screaming in pain, and read in a cold tone: "Avada Kedavra!"

A green flash illuminated the darkness, and the screams stopped. Owen walked out of the darkness, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and his heart was filled with an unspeakable excitement and a hint of secret joy. Only then did he realize that the red-haired woman had disappeared, and the sounds of fighting and noise from time to time had also stopped. He glanced sideways at the black devil guard flying over lightly, smiled, raised his hand and stroked it, It took it back.

"Resume quickly." After reciting a resuscitation spell to Carter who was lying unconscious on the ground, Owen recited the Imperius Curse again before he fully woke up. Without the interference of another Imperius Curse, the control this time was very smooth.

"Pah, pah, pah..." A burst of slow applause came from afar. A figure in a black cloak walked leisurely. After admiring the surrounding scenery for a while, he said in a playful tone: "Well done, Owen."

"Professor, when did you come?" Owen tilted his head.

"Earlier," Voldemort said leisurely, looking at him with interest from under his hood, "I got rid of some guards who wanted to rush in, but I didn't expect to watch a good show outside the door."

"I saw you were having a good time, so I didn't bother you." He said jokingly, "How do you feel?"

Owen looked down at his still trembling palms, touched the wand in his hand, and suddenly showed a bright smile: "I feel... better than ever before."

Voldemort nodded slightly, listened to the approaching noise outside, and chuckled: "It's time for us to leave."

Owen waved his wand and controlled the two people he had cast the Imperius Curse on, asking them to read the password.

Carter, standing respectfully next to him, pointed his wand at the ceiling and muttered a long list of strange spells. As the spell was uttered, a white-gold beam of light rushed out from the wand, merged with the other two beams of light in mid-air, and then exploded.

The tent shook violently, and then a burst of rioting screams came from everywhere in the tent. Suddenly, countless holes opened in the tent, and a personal image was spun like a top and flung out, falling into the silent crowd of the black market.

Voldemort took Owen's arm and flew into the air. The two of them watched the tent quickly fold and shrink, and finally became a large black box half a person tall.

In a burst of exclamations and roars, Voldemort slowly grabbed one end of the box. The door key that had already been set at the time was activated on time, and the two figures suddenly disappeared from the spot.

Countless magic spells flew in, blasting out a huge crater on the flat ground, causing gravel to fly and dust to fly.

People screamed and apparated away, and after a blast like firecrackers, only some men in black robes were left standing silently next to a messy open space.

"The legendary black market robber...is back again?" Someone murmured to himself.

All the dark wizards looked at each other in silence.