A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 73 Unforgivable Curse
Although your last sentence makes sense, if you want to send me to Azkaban, you just say... Oh, it seems that the dementors in Azkaban are not a big threat to me now.

"It's almost time for me to be in confinement, Professor." Owen reminded, and then put on a cute posture of listening carefully.

Voldemort looked at the time and said lightly, "Half an hour is enough for you."

"Then you really think highly of me, Professor." Owen replied helplessly.

Voldemort took a deep look at him, and said with an unfathomable expression: "You don't lack the magic power to support the Unforgivable Curse. I will teach you the tricks to master them quickly. As for the matching emotions..."

He paused, and his eyes became deeper: "You who can summon the black demon guard should be more confident, and you will never lack the corresponding malice. You may even find that learning them is like eating and drinking for you." As easy as water."

"Really? That's great." Owen said with a bright smile.Talking like I'm a pervert like you... well, he's terrified he's going to be hopeless if he goes any further into the dark arts.

Although he refused in his heart, as Voldemort, the master of black magic, slowly explained his understanding of the Unforgivable Curses, Owen gradually became serious and learned more about these three curses.

These three spells can work on the body and soul at the same time, and it is precisely because they have the characteristics of targeting the soul that they cannot be defended by spells such as the Iron Armor Curse.Faced with them, the only thing a wizard can do is to duck or hide behind cover, or best of all, to finish off the other person before the other person can cast a spell.

It is worth mentioning that although they can deal with other people's souls, they will not cause irreparable harm to the soul in the true sense.The soul is really a very magical existence, and perhaps the deepest mystery of magic is hidden in it.

"First of all, the Cruciatus Curse. It will bring double pain and injury to people's body and soul, so no one can withstand its torment." Voldemort raised his finger, and a cage containing seven or eight gray mice was light The ground flew over and landed on the desk.

"The wounds of the soul can be recovered, but it is very difficult for the body. People who have been tortured by the Cruciatus Curse for a long time will suffer irreversible damage to their brain and spirit, and the final outcome is only madness or death." He said quietly, pulling out his wand Caressing slowly in the hand.

"I will only demonstrate it once." Voldemort pointed his wand at a mouse in the cage, his tone suddenly became cold and cruel, "Crucio!"

"Squeak——" the poor gray mouse suddenly twitched and screamed. Owen had never heard such a scream from a creature, which made him, who hated mice, instinctively feel unbearable.The rat shivered and curled up into a ball, tumbling and struggling frantically in the cage. In the end, it crushed its own skull forcefully, got its head out of the gap in the cage, and died convulsingly.

Such an absurd and cruel scene was vividly staged in front of his eyes, Owen couldn't help showing a disgusted expression, and silently pushed the chair under him with his feet, making himself farther away from Voldemort.

Voldemort admired his masterpiece with great interest, and said in a leisurely manner: "The best emotion to drive this spell is not pure malice, but tyrannical emotion, an emotion that wishes to cause pain and torture the other party, an emotion that inflicts Sadism. Everyone has it in some degree, look inside yours, find it, grab it, and enjoy it...”

"I don't think this is a problem for you." He glanced at Owen's face full of refusal, and made a gesture of invitation, "It's up to you next."

Owen looked at the miserable appearance of the mouse, sighed slightly, and pulled out his wand resignedly.

He began to look back at his own memories. Indeed, there is a violent emotion in everyone's heart, and sometimes it can't help but emerge.

What he thought of was a certain magic revealer who chased him down in his previous life. Owen racked his brains to create and practiced the wonderful magic for half a year. When it came to that guy, he relied on it all, and then crazily brought rhythm to Owen. Black... At that time, Owen really wanted to crawl into his house in the middle of the night and let him taste the pain.

Recalling the emotions at that time, Owen felt a touch of tyranny in his heart, but it was only a trace.After all, it has been many years, and two worlds are separated.

At this time, an unexpected situation happened, and a familiar cold malice surged out from the bottom of his heart like a tide, causing that faint tyrannical emotion to suddenly rise and explode.

Owen froze for a moment, and the moment he was distracted, the tyranny dissipated like smoke.

"Cruciate." Losing her emotional support, the spell she blurted out was weak.The mouse he was pointing at uttered a "squeak" and jumped to the other side of the cage vigorously.

He looked up at Voldemort, and finally understood what the other party meant when he said that he "will never lack corresponding malice".The remaining power of the black magic guard greatly enhanced his negative emotions when using black magic, making it easier for him to cast black magic... and easier to be influenced.

"Your level is more than that, Owen." Voldemort glanced at him lazily, and said indifferently, "Concentrate, if you really can't grasp the key point, I don't mind letting you try the Cruciatus Curse."

Owen took a deep breath, and once again aroused the tyranny in his heart. Under the sudden outburst of intense emotions, he read in a cold tone: "Crucio!"

The cursed mouse let out a miserable scream and curled up in pain in the cage.Owen watched coldly, and could feel a slight tremor from the wand in his hand.It was some time before he remembered to end the spell, and the poor mouse was half dead.

The tyranny in his heart receded quickly, but a part remained, churning wantonly in his mind.

Owen hissed softly, grinned at Voldemort, and waited for the follow-up lecture content.

"Barely passable." Voldemort looked at him playfully. "Then, the next step is the Imperius Curse. Its effect is to control people's minds and souls. It is difficult to detect, and there is no counter-curse. Only the caster can truly Lift it."

"Then... what if two wizards cast the Imperius Curse on one person at the same time?" Owen tilted his head, his eyes full of curiosity.

"Interesting question." Voldemort narrowed his eyes in a good mood. "You can imagine what will happen if a person is pulled by his hands in opposite directions. Two Imperius Curses will have a fierce conflict. It will only fall into complete chaos, and in this state for a long time, the mind and spirit of the cursed person will also suffer irreparable damage."

Owen's eyes flickered for a moment, and he said cheerfully: "In this way, if I want to determine whether someone is under the control of the Imperius Curse, I can just try to recite the Imperius Curse on him?"

"Genius idea, Owen." Voldemort admired, "You are beginning to discover the charm of the dark arts."

"The emotion required for the Imperius Curse is a strong desire to control, to enslave others. Think about it, you can easily master everything about someone, you can order him to do anything, even let him die..." He used his wand Pointing to a mouse in the cage, he said softly, "The soul is out of the body."

The mouse silently huddled in the corner of the cage, slowly biting off its tail and claws one by one.

Owen watched this scene calmly, silently discovering his desire for control in his heart.Catalyzed by the remaining power of the Black Demon Guardian, this desire became strong and pathological.

"The soul is out of the body." This time the spell was very smooth, gratifying to congratulate.

"Very well, the last one, the Killing Curse." Voldemort's expression was lightly joking, "Its effect is to instantly deprive the body of all vitality, and forcibly strip the soul of the cursed person, making it enter a state of death. You Know that the souls of the living and the dead are in completely different states."

"The Killing Curse cannot be defended by magic spells. You can only avoid it or block it with physical obstacles. But it is very destructive to entities. A wizard with high magic power can directly smash the obstacles and kill Tibetans instantly. the enemy behind it."

"This is also my favorite spell. It's just a flash of light, and a life disappears. Nothing can show us the simple and beautiful mysterious beauty of magic itself..." Voldemort's expression was a little bit revel.

"Ah, it's really beautiful." Owen poked his heart with a smile, "Then, if the physical barrier blocking the Killing Curse is indestructible enough, can the Killing Curse be bounced elsewhere?"

Voldemort's expression suddenly became a little ugly, and Owen's question reminded him of the day he was beaten by Harry Potter.

"Of course it is possible." He said coldly.

"I see." Owen narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

"Let's go ahead... all that's needed to cast the Killing Curse is a strong killing intent." Voldemort raised his wand slightly, pointing at the cage on the table.Owen shrank instinctively, wanting to hide behind some obstacle.

"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort's voice was cold and high-pitched, with a strong killing intent.A dazzling green light lit up in the small office, blinding people's eyes, and there was a slight messy sound around, as if an invisible giant was passing through the air.

When the light dissipated, the cursed mouse was motionless and died quietly.

Owen raised his wand expressionlessly, imagining that the mouse in front of him had Voldemort's face, and the murderous intent that was brewing became violent after being aroused.He said coldly: "Avada Kedavra!"

Another green light flashed, and the mouse was dead.

Owen took a deep breath, trying to calm down the raging malice in his heart.Three undiluted negative emotions were chaotically entangled in his brain, making his thoughts in a state of confusion and excitement.The way he looked at Voldemort was wrong...well, he wanted to kill someone.

"Excellent." Voldemort clapped his hands, not caring about the uncontrollable malice in Owen's eyes, but said with a leisurely smile, "Remember to practice them well before coming here next time. Then, you can leave."

Owen bowed slightly politely, then strode out of the office.The cold air in the corridor made him wake up a little bit, and the scent of potions that had been lingering at the tip of his nose dissipated, and there seemed to be a feeling of coldness and warmth contradictory in his body.He shook his head vigorously, tried his best to empty his mind, and quickly walked towards the confinement place.

After Owen closed the door and left, Voldemort waved the wand in his hand with a playful expression, and the cage with rats on the table and the crimson potion in the cauldron were swept away.

"Heh..." He chuckled lightly, and the office fell into silence.

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Owen and Harry's confinement tonight is to clean up the classrooms on the third floor that have been messed up by Peeves, without magic, and under the full supervision of Mr. Filch.While working, Owen just wanted to cast the Imperius Curse to Filch... er, sin, sin, wouldn't it be nice to use the Confusion Curse?
Harry looked at Owen suspiciously from time to time, feeling that he seemed to be a different person tonight, as if he was going to jump up and cast a curse on Filch at any time.In order to prevent the confinement of the two from being extended to a whole year, Harry had to work diligently and rush to work, lest Owen lose patience and explode into trouble.

Although Owen didn't know what Harry had imagined, but someone was so diligent, and he couldn't discourage others' enthusiasm.So he spent his time with peace of mind, thinking about some happy things, such as Voldemort's face covered with blisters, and maybe he was roasted as red as a monkey's butt.

Thinking about it this way, I felt much better in an instant.On the way back to the common room, he finally suppressed the roiling evil thoughts in his heart, and regained his usual gentleness and calmness.

"So, Owen was playing me just now? He just wanted to be lazy..."

Looking at Owen who returned to normal just after the confinement ended, Harry looked deep and thoughtful.

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