A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 49
"Owen, where are you going?"

Finding Owen mysteriously not returning to the common room again, Blaise asked curiously.

"Go to Professor Quirrell and ask some questions about Defense Against the Dark Arts." Owen squinted and smiled.There is nothing that cannot be said. It is only natural for students to ask the teacher questions.

"Huh?" Blaise had a terrified expression, "Ask him? I think you might as well read by yourself..."

"Or, you finally found the hidden advantages of Quirrell?" He widened his eyes.Harry and Daphne at the side also looked over curiously.

"That's right, his theoretical knowledge is actually very solid." Owen said the real truth seriously, "After all, he is an excellent graduate of Ravenclaw, and he has two brushes."

"If you said two brushes, one is stuttering and the other is covered in garlic... then I agree." Draco just took Crabbe and Goyle for a stroll, and commented unceremoniously , making no secret of his disdain for Quirrell.

"It's really you, Owen." Harry said dumbfounded, "I should have guessed that such a day would come sooner or later when you and Mr. Filch could talk..."

"I hope you won't be pickled when you come back." Draco wrinkled his face in disgust, and moved away from Harry, as if the other party had some terrible germs on him.Harry also scowled, unwilling to even look at him.

"Well... that's a problem." Owen said with a serious face, "So, I'll go back as soon as I go."

After finishing speaking, he no longer allowed the group of people to tease him, and went straight into the stairs and disappeared.

"Speaking of which, I've always been concerned about how Owen managed to stay ahead of everyone in every class?" Draco said suspiciously, "He's obviously so lazy, every time he finishes his homework, he sleeps in the lounge... ...I suspect he got a lot of the know-how from the professors at school."

"According to Owen, he is not sleeping, but brainstorming." Daphne said with a smile.

"Tch, who would believe this, I can say the same in my dreams." Draco raised his head high and walked away swaggeringly.

"Harry, you and Draco..." Pansy coughed lightly.

"What do you think of today's Potions homework..." Harry changed the subject directly.

When they were walking towards the common room, Owen had already arrived outside the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

He paused at the door, took out a pack of potion ingredients from his schoolbag, and knocked on the door.

After the last test, Owen confirmed that Voldemort's current Legilimency ability has been greatly weakened. Not only is it impossible to read other people's thoughts at any time, but it is even possible to rely on eye contact to function.

In addition, he has recently made great progress in Occlumency, so this time he retained the memory of his previous life.Owen didn't like the feeling of being cut off from his previous life. It would make him lose a crucial part of himself, and it had a great impact on him, making it easy for him to make choices that went against his true will.

Of course, just in case, Owen still cut off his memory of the plot.This is the necessary caution when facing the Dark Lord.

"Please come in." Shortly after the knock on the door, a faint but extremely dignified voice came from inside the door.

Owen's hand froze in mid-air for a moment, his tone didn't sound like Quirrell...

He pushed open the door and took a look into the office, and met a look of interest. "Qi Luo" was sitting behind the desk, tapping the table with pale fingers, and looking at him with a half-smile.

Owen twitched the corner of his mouth, and suddenly felt a toothache.By the way, is it really okay for you to come out like this when you have nothing to do?Aren't you afraid that Quirrell's body won't be able to hold on?Inexplicably, he felt that Quirrell was miserable, although he asked for it himself.

"Good evening, Professor Quirrell. I've brought over the medicinal materials you need." Owen smiled harmlessly, making up his mind that he didn't know who was on the other side.

"Since you've noticed my identity, you don't need to be too careful." Voldemort's high eyes were full of playfulness and novelty, as if he was looking at a very interesting toy.

He raised the corner of his mouth slightly, glanced at the wall clock on the wall, and said lazily: "As long as I don't use magic, I can still last for a while. Well, I'm still punctual."

Now that the other party said so, Owen simply relaxed. Anyway, with the oath binding, the other party would not deal with him at this time.Owen walked directly across from him and put the medicinal bag on the table: "Then I should call you... Lord Dark Lord? The medicinal materials are here. If you have no other needs, I will take my leave first."

"You can call me Professor." Voldemort just glanced lazily at the potion ingredients on the table, then turned his gaze to Owen again, and said softly, "I am waiting for you here specially, in order to fulfill my oath I promise to teach you."

As he spoke, he glanced at Owen's left hand, and a half-smile appeared on his face again: "I think, you've discovered it too."

"Yeah, very hidden oath magic, I didn't even notice it at the time." Owen touched the back of his left hand and said with a smile.

"It's just a small magic, it can't be fooled by experienced wizards, even if you have the relevant knowledge, it's not difficult to undo it." Voldemort said leisurely, and said the weakness of this oath without hesitation, "Of course, It requires a certain level of Dark Arts."

"Hey, I think it is very necessary to have an oath as a constraint." Owen said politely, "Ah, since you are going to teach, do you suggest that I clean up the office for you, Professor?"

Facing the interested gaze of the other party, Owen pulled out his wand, and chanted a "clean up" spell into the office.

The messy sundries on the corners, cabinets and tables are automatically arranged neatly, the garbage is automatically packed and flew outside the door, the dirty marks on the tables and chairs are cleaned up in an instant, and the dust accumulated in the hidden places is accompanied by the ubiquitous garlic smell. rushed out of the office.In a blink of an eye, this messy office became clean and tidy, and it would be great if there were a few more lights.

Owen swung his wand and closed the door, then sat on the chair opposite the desk, assuming he was obediently listening to the class.Since it is the condition in the oath, he can't refuse it, so he should just be a good student, anyway, he won't suffer.

"I don't know what spell the professor is going to teach me tonight?" Owen said in a lively and melodious tone, like a child looking forward to a novelty toy.

Voldemort looked at him playfully, with a deep sense of misery in his eyes: "Then let's start with... the Patronus Charm." He said casually, but made no secret of his contempt for the spell.

ha?Owen blinked his eyes.

Dark Lord, you are a bit naughty.

(End of this chapter)