A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 52
Using malice to summon the patron saint... This is the rhythm of practicing white magic into black magic.

Owen had never heard of this kind of practice, as if someone thought of a bad move with a slap in the head.He just wants to say now, Dark Lord, you really have an imagination...

"Professor, there doesn't seem to be a precedent for the Patronus Charm to be summoned with malice." Owen raised his hand innocently and said, "According to all the principles of magic I have known, this kind of attempt will only lead to a terrible backlash, making people It's either dead or wounded."

Voldemort didn't refute, but nodded slightly in agreement: "If you just switch to maliciousness, it is almost inevitable to be backlashed."

"But, as I said, I have a lot of research on this." He glanced at Owen indifferently, and said in a very light but dangerous tone, "I don't like to say it a second time, or be used by you. Question your own shallow knowledge, Owen."

"I see, Professor." Owen said calmly, looking at the other party with eyes full of curiosity.

What else can he say?The Dark Lord had said earlier that this was a classroom test, and he had agreed to it.If you can't refuse now, you can only accept it. Owen has always been able to go with the situation.

I didn't expect that I still couldn't escape and had to get in touch with black magic in advance. Fortunately, if I just learn a little bit, it won't have too much influence.However, if this black magic is really the reverse use of the Patronus Charm, and it is the same advanced magic, Owen is worried about what bad changes will be caused, after all, he is only a beginner.

Although the Dark Lord said that the Patronus Charm was just the foundation, Owen didn't dare to regard it as the foundation.In fact, this is already one of the most profound spells Owen has mastered.Well, Disillusionment is barely another, but it doesn't fall under the category of black and white magic.

Voldemort's eyes that seemed to be able to read people's hearts wondered if he could see the worry in Owen's heart. He slowly took a wand in his hand and played with it carefully, then raised the tip of the wand and nodded it to the left side of his body.

Silently, a human-shaped shadow filled with black mist protruded from the darkness, and a strange and evil atmosphere suddenly spread, turning the surrounding candles into a strange dark green.

It is like a pitch-black robe floating in the air, with no limbs in the wide sleeves and hem, only thick black mist.Under the big hood is also filled with black mist, and there are two faint red lights shining in it, which seem to be a pair of evil red eyes.

Kind of like a dementor, but very different, something that doesn't exist in this world.

With its appearance, Owen felt that the small space was instantly filled with deep coldness and malice.

The coldness made him feel that he had entered a severe winter, and the temperature around him didn't seem to drop. That kind of chill emanated from the bottom of his heart, freezing all his happiness and hopes.The malice seemed to choose someone to devour. An extremely dangerous feeling made Owen's heart ring loudly, and he wished he could raise his wand and cast a spell over it.

This kind of momentum and sense of threat... Owen would never think that this thing has no offensive capabilities.

The black robe fluttered around Owen for half a circle, and the fluttering sleeve seemed to brush his left arm lightly inadvertently, causing his left half of his body to lose feeling immediately, but the right half of his body was shivering with cold, and his heart was filled with emotion. A sense of despair and pain arose.Owen bit the tip of his tongue and managed to break free from it.

The black robe had already floated to Voldemort's side, draped over him like a real robe, and then dissipated into a black mist and disappeared without a trace.

"This is my bodyguard." Voldemort observed the terrified little wizard on the opposite side with great interest, and said in a good mood, "You can call it... the dark bodyguard."

"Professor, is it really okay for you to release magic casually like this?" Owen moved his stiff cheeks, put on a frightened expression, and said words that seemed to be concerned, but he was thinking about the danger of this magic—very dangerous ,no doubt!Is this really just Patronus used in reverse?
"I'm not as weak as you think," said Voldemort languidly. "I can handle this little magic."

"Now, use the same method to mobilize the strongest malice in your life, no matter what kind of malice it is." His pale fingers gently stroked the wand in his hand, but his eyes were fixed on Owen, "The gesture remains the same, the spell It's the 'Dark Guardian'."

Owen mobilized his malice to want to tear the guy opposite into pieces, waved his wand sternly, and said expressionlessly: "Dark Guardian!"

Nothing happened, and his attempt was a total failure.

With a perfunctory mentality, Owen looked very serious and tried to wave his wand again and again, until Voldemort's threatening words came lightly:

"It's just a basic spell like the Patronus. If you can't finish it tonight, I'll have my guards come and play with you."

You really have nothing to do... Owen smiled brightly at him, and became serious.

It was impossible for Owen to let Voldemort use that dark magic guard to deal with him. That thing looked like a very powerful creation of black magic. Who knows if he would take the opportunity to do something to him!
He temporarily stopped chanting the mantra, and with a cloudy expression, he recalled in his heart the deepest malice he had ever had... the self that had been sealed in the deepest part of his heart.

That was already a thing in the previous life, but it is still fresh in my memory at this moment.Owen remembers that it was a day when he was 20 years old.

At that time, he had already gained fame, but he felt more and more empty in his heart.Until that day, he discovered a group of human traffickers during his journey of seeking inspiration, and daringly mixed in.

It was the first time he used his psychological methods, acting skills, professional knowledge and design ability to do things other than magic performances. Stimulated by the evil he saw in his eyes, he almost sent all the people on the road. Dead end!

It was the first time that Owen really understood the truth that magic is trickery. When he discovered that he had dozens of ways to make the opponent die in a daze, and disguised everything as a simple accident, he became more excited than ever.He can easily pick himself out and complete a perfect crime...

He was extremely moved, but also extremely frightened.Because he knows that he is not just to punish evil and promote good, but more to complete a perfect trick!He pursues the pleasure of fooling people's hearts, manipulating the overall situation, and letting others walk towards destruction step by step without knowing it!
Fortunately, in the end, he didn't allow that desire to develop wantonly, but designed all the gang of criminals into the police station to throw themselves into the net.

Since then, he has always strictly restrained himself with the magician's rules and moral standards, bound the malice in his heart, and let himself live as a magician, not a fraudster.

It is also because of this that Owen has always been afraid of black magic in this life, because it may turn himself into a reckless devil!Even if that was in his nature...

"Restrain, guide..." Owen closed his eyes and sank into the emotions at that time. When he opened his eyes again, those always clear and soft eyes were already filled with deep banter and malice.

"Dark Devil Guard!" He whispered softly.

(End of this chapter)