A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 51 The Dark Lord's Patronus Curse?

There was a moment of silence in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office. The two sat facing each other across a desk, surrounded only by the slight snort of burning candles.

"Black magic and white magic are just the use of different emotions and psychic powers. In essence, they lead to the same goal." After a long time, Voldemort put away his indifferent expression and said slowly, "So, I am quite familiar with the Patronus Charm. "

As he spoke, he glanced at Owen with a half-smile, but Owen could see undisguised playfulness and exploration from his expression, like looking at a toy or an experimental product.

I knew this guy had bad intentions... Owen became more cautious.Fortunately, he didn't know about the Patronus Charm before, at least he wouldn't be fooled into losing his way.

"The Patronus Charm involves embodying emotional power into a tangible entity. It is a very advanced magic in the eyes of most wizards, but in fact it is just a basic application." Voldemort's tone was utterly Concealed contempt, both for the spell and for what he called "the vast majority of wizards."

Owen could only show a polite smile. How many people in this world can take this advanced application of emotional power as the foundation?But as the Dark Lord, the other party is absolutely qualified to say such a thing.

"As a typical white magic, it has many corresponding characteristics, such as narrow use. 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 it is a symbol of profound magical power and a pure heart... In fact, what it needs is nothing more than happy memories and certain skills, but it is indeed for fame. Good way."

Owen twitched his mouth.Although what you said is correct, since you are so contemptuous of the Patronus Charm, why did you teach me?
"Dumbledore... once improved this spell, using the Patronus to deliver news and intelligence, and taught it to his members of the Order of the Phoenix." He said lazily, "It is very lacking in technical improvement, and can only It’s a bit creative.” Facing Owen’s expectant eyes, he added lightly: “It’s not within the scope of today’s lecture either.”

Owen once again resisted the desire to roll his eyes, and continued to listen to the lecture with an obedient expression.

"The patron saint spell is a by-product created by ancient wizards trying to imitate the magical power of magical animals. It can only be said to be a failure, so most patron saints are in the form of ordinary animals. Wizards with magical animal patron saints are very rare. And quite talented, although the strength of Patronuses is not necessarily related to their form."

"Its biggest difficulty is nothing more than the visualization of emotions. It just so happens that I have some unique skills in this regard." Voldemort smiled kindly and glanced at Owen, which made Owen's goosebumps run wild.

Owen: Actually, you can laugh a little more arrogantly, Dark Lord.

Next, Voldemort narrated the profound magic principles, revealing his own superb level of knowledge and excellent insights.Although he didn't have any in-depth research on the Patronus Charm, many of the theories he spoke of still opened Owen's eyes.

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

Owen shook his head with bright eyes, summed up the main points thoughtfully, raised his wand to the air beside him, slightly drew circles on the tip of the wand, and recalled his happy memories in his heart.

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

"Focus on the will, guide or oppress it... guide..." Owen felt his mind empty, completely ignoring that the Dark Lord was looking at him.

"Call God to protect you!" When the memory and emotion became clearer and more solid, he finally recited the spell.

A dense silver-white mist rushed out of the tip of the staff, and the patron saint hadn't yet formed, but there seemed to be a hazy shadow swimming happily in the mist.

Although it was not successful, it was only the first time to try this spell, and Owen found out the key to it.It has to be said that Voldemort's theories and techniques played a huge role.

"It seems that there are no 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 outrageous?What he learned from the Dark Lord was not some terrible black magic, but the Patronus Charm?No one will believe it!
The practice of the spell lasted for half an hour. Owen's patron saint already had a faint outline, but it was still not fully formed.

Owen gradually understood the problem, perhaps because the memory he chose wasn't his happiest.He tried 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 couldn't get better results.

He thought about it carefully in the back of his mind, and after a short period of silence, he finally recalled the pure joy that filled his heart when he performed magic on the stage for the first time and finally won applause from the audience...

"Call God Guard!"

A nimble and beautiful figure leaped out from the tip of the stick, circling Owen in mid-air with vigorous and light steps, and the clear silver eyes were full of gentleness and joy.

It was a cat, a long, streamlined, graceful cat that appeared to be a Russian blue.

It circled briskly in the office for a week, and finally returned to Owen's side, slowly turning into a silver-white mist and disappearing.

Owen squeezed the wand in his hand, and suddenly felt a kind of joy spontaneously.

It wasn't until Voldemort's substantial gaze woke him up from this sense of satisfaction.

He coughed lightly, and sat upright, looking at the Dark Lord opposite with an unfathomable expression.

"Very good," Voldemort tapped the table with a playful smile, "Then, it's time for the class test. In my class, if you fail the test, the price will be very heavy."

Owen nodded solemnly.

"Just now, we tried to summon an interesting Patronus with happy memories and good intentions." Voldemort said in a raving tone, with a look of interest in his eyes, "Then, you should try to use The malice within has called to it."

"It just so happens that I have studied this very well." He said with a smile.

Owen's expression froze.He said why there was no trap just now, it turned out that it was waiting for him here!
(End of this chapter)