A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 91 Fiery Fire Curse

Owen lowered his eyes to look at the pot of potion that was boiling. The white steam swirled up from the cauldron, as if something was dancing and dancing in it, and finally it turned into a sweet scent that permeated the air.

The smell in the nasal cavity is quite pleasant, reminiscent of slightly sour lemon cake.But after sniffing for a long time, Owen felt a warm air flowing slowly in his body. This feeling was a bit out of breath, but it was so comfortable that he was in a trance. There was also a hint of drunken blush.

"Professor, it's actually not difficult to master the Fiercefire Curse. I don't think it's necessary to waste your time." He raised his head and said slowly.After staying in this potion for a long time, he always had the illusion that he was being slowly cooked.

Although the Fiercefire Curse has terrifying power, it is not a complex black magic itself. It is like the three unforgivable curses, which can be used as long as the wizard can be ruthless.If the Fiercefire Curse hadn't had a cure, it would probably have been included in the Unforgivable Curses as well.

"Can I understand that you are still repelling the dark arts?" Voldemort looked at him thoughtfully, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

"No, in fact, I think black magic is extremely charming." Owen looked at his palm, a bright smile slowly appeared on his face, and said softly, "It's varied, unpredictable, and powerful. Can easily inflict pain on people, inflict pain that is difficult to recover for a lifetime, and even kill others..."

Ever since he abused black magic that night in the black market, Owen has found that learning and using black magic has become a very enjoyable and fulfilling thing for him.He became more and more indifferent to things that he once felt cruel, and he felt that he might do terrible things if he was not restrained by reason.

Normally speaking, the influence and erosion of black magic on wizards should be a subtle process over the years, and the increasing maliciousness in the hearts of wizards also means that the power of black magic is getting stronger and stronger.But the Black Magic Guardian is indeed a cutting-edge black magic, which greatly speeds up this process, and at the same time greatly improves Owen's learning efficiency and mastery of black magic.This means that as long as he concentrates on studying black magic, he can undoubtedly achieve high achievements quickly.

Of course, this is actually not a good thing.

"I just think it's important to teach your body. I will go back and practice. You can test me next time." Owen said with a smile, his eyes deep and dark.

"I still have this bit of strength." Voldemort waved his hand, "I'm very pleased that you realize that your talent should not be wasted. However, the Fiercefire Curse is a dangerous magic, and if beginners can't control it well, it will cause you to lose your strength." Harm others and yourself, not to mention that this is Hogwarts... In this regard, I still have some experience."

He stared deeply into Owen's eyes, and his voice was charming and magnetic: "You know what? I am very optimistic about you, Owen. You are talented, smart, and bold. You have many excellent qualities that other people don't have. traits, I think you will be my indispensable helper. I look forward to the day when you will give me eternal loyalty, Owen."

Owen was stunned for a moment, the words and deeds of the people in front of him carried a confident and calm demeanor, as if he could vaguely see how the young and handsome Dark Lord used his extraordinary charm to attract a large number of followers of those.

So, is the Dark Lord trying to trick me?If you didn't secretly add fire to the cauldron just now, I would really believe your nonsense!

Owen looked at Voldemort dumbfoundedly while chatting and laughing. He reached out his hand to intensify the flame under the cauldron, and there were several black lines on his face.Immediately afterwards, he showed a surprised and moved expression, and his tone was filled with shame and exclamation: "Professor, don't you mind if I didn't want to give up my life for you before, and even questioned your ideas without shame?"

Isn't it just a show?Who is afraid of whom.

"I'm not such a stingy person, or are there other people who are more worthy of your allegiance besides me?" Voldemort said leisurely, "For example, do you think Dumbledore might accept your surrender? One is completely complete in their eyes. The dark wizard... only I can help you reach the peak, even if you don't choose to be loyal to me in the end, we will not be enemies."

The corner of Owen's mouth twitched, thank you for reminding me that I am a dark wizard, don't you say I haven't realized it yet!
But it has to be said that now he has indeed lost the basis for being trusted by Dumbledore.Repelled by white magic, unable to release the Patronus, killed people, and mastered very dangerous black magic... It seems that he is very dangerous to stay with Harry!If he was exposed, wouldn't he be humanely destroyed by Dumbledore...

"I was really taken into the ditch." Owen rubbed his eyebrows, staring at the prehistoric pit in front of him with a hint of resentment.

The prehistoric giant pit who knew nothing about Owen's psychological activities added some medicinal ingredients to the potion, and then continued talking: "It's getting late, let's go back to the issue of the Fiercefire Curse."

Owen's expression also returned to seriousness, and he pulled his wand out of his pocket.

Fiercefire Curse, the user can summon a magical fire with extremely high temperature and black magic curse, and the flame will become stronger and stronger as more things are burned.Fiercefire can mimic the form of some monsters, and once it loses control, it will hunt down and kill all flammable objects regardless of whether it is friend or foe.

The damage that Fiendfire inflicts on people is cursed by black magic. Even if there are lucky people who can survive from Fiendfire, the burns on their bodies are still difficult to fully recover. Many victims died wailing after a period of painful suffering.It cannot be extinguished by water, but it can be terminated by the strongest anti-curse "All Curses are Ended". Of course, the larger the scale of Fiendfire, the harder it is to stop.

"When casting the Fiercefire Curse, you need to have the desire to destroy everything in your heart." Voldemort said softly, "But this is not the most important thing. For this spell, the first thing you should master is how to control it."

He pulled out his wand and waved it in the air, a small piece of miserable green flame emerged from the tip of the wand, making the surrounding air instantly hot and ominous.The small piece of green flame jumped and struggled on the tip of the staff as if it was alive, trying to stretch out the tentacles of flames around, looking extremely restless, but it was firmly bound to the tip of the staff and could not do anything wrong.

"Look, what a restless little thing, it's always thinking about how to break free from its master's control." Voldemort looked at the flame and said softly, as if looking at a cute little guy.He waved a few pieces of parchment into the flames, and the paper was turned into ashes almost instantly, while Fiendfire became more vigorous, faintly turning into a small animal form.

"When you can control it, Fiendflame will change into the shape you want according to your will, helping you attack your enemies, and it can be retracted freely." Voldemort shook his wand slightly, and the green flame was unwilling It flickered for a moment, then went off with a "poof".

"But when you lose control of it, it will turn into a monster that can't distinguish between friend and foe, devouring everything around it. At this time, if you want to end it, you can only try the end of all spells." He used the highly praised The tone said, "Of course, the most powerful thing about Fiendfire is that after it loses control, its endlessly expanding greed and cunning are enough to burn everything you want to destroy."

Owen listened to the other party's explanation with great interest, and waved the wand in his hand slightly thoughtfully, keeping all the points of the Fiercefire Curse in his heart.

"The idea of ​​not being able to let go of control..." he murmured.

Without bothering to contemplate, the desire to destroy was naturally born in his heart. Owen only tried a few times before he successfully found the trick.

The wand trembled slightly under the waving, and a group of bewitching purple flames burst out, dancing recklessly in the air, illuminating everything around it.

Through the connection of the wand, Owen felt an extremely restless force, as if he was pulling a hooked fish in the water with a fishing rod. The fish was still struggling and swimming, trying to break the invisible fishing line and get rid of his body bondage.

Owen concentrated his mind solemnly. Fortunately, the strength of the newborn Fiendhuo's struggle was not heavy, and he was still able to handle it with ease.

"Try where your limit is." Voldemort said with a light smile, with a wave of his palm, some useless debris flew out from the corner of the room, and fell into Owen's Fiendfire one after another.

As one item after another was burned to ashes, Owen's purple flame became bigger and bigger, and with his thoughts, it condensed into the shape of a Chimera beast, dancing restlessly in the air, a pair of The flaming eyes greedily watched everything around them.

After the flame swelled to half the size of the office, Owen still didn't feel much effort.His willpower and mental strength are no worse than those of an adult wizard, and now he has an excellent affinity and talent for black magic, which greatly improves his control over Fiendfire.

Voldemort stopped his movements, and said without any surprise on his face: "It seems that we will not be able to test your limits tonight. Take it back."

Owen waved his wand and touched the coquettish purple fire. The chimera beast formed by the flames raised its head unwillingly and neighed silently, and then went out silently.The lingering high temperature slowly receded, leaving only a little scorched marks on the walls and ceiling.

Owen stroked his wand with a smile, feeling filled with a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment in his heart, and his mood became joyful, so happy that he wanted to set fire to it.

"Oh, it's not good, it's becoming more and more convenient to cast black magic." He said in his heart.The wand in his hand always faithfully executes his will. It is not a unicorn hair core that is naturally resistant to black magic. A phoenix tail feather core can adapt well to any kind of magic, as does a walnut wand.

"Then, I have to leave, Professor." Owen said with a smile as he glanced at the wall clock that was about to point to nine o'clock, then at the cauldron that was no longer emitting steam.

Voldemort nodded slightly, then took out a roll of parchment and handed it to him, and said with a deep smile, "This is the reward I promised you last time."

"My own flying spell, I know you are very interested in it." He said in a slightly hoarse voice.

Owen's eyes lit up, and he raised his hand to grab the roll of parchment.Wow, is the Dark Lord so careful?It actually sends warmth!Using this method to confuse him...but he had to admit that such a Dark Lord was damn attractive.

It's a pity that now is the time when the other party is weak, and when it swells up after resurrection, the brain will become a decoration...

"However, this curse is not as simple and crude as the Unforgivable Curse." Voldemort didn't know that Owen was slandering him in his heart, but patiently told him, "It is a very complicated and profound curse, involving damage to the body. Black magic transforms, so it is very dangerous and difficult to master, and it requires advanced black magic theory as a foundation."

"In fact, I once rewarded this spell to some followers who made great contributions, but in the end only Severus was able to master it." He said softly, "I don't expect you to be able to master it in the near future." It, and it doesn't want to see accidents in your eagerness for quick success... I don't think you should be so stupid."

"Of course, I've always been self-aware, Professor." Owen said "good night" gracefully with a smile, put the parchment in his pocket, and walked out the door lightly.

In the office where there was only one figure left, Voldemort squinted his eyes and cleaned up the liquid medicine in the cauldron.He admired this little wizard more and more. Fortunately, Quirrell's body can last for a while. If he can get the Philosopher's Stone before this body collapses, it would be a good choice to take Owen under his command.

On the way to the common room, Owen thought: "The Dark Lord is quite attractive now, I can't bear to deal with him anymore. It's a pity that he is plotting against my body and cheating me so many times... no Am I still a human when I come back from the pit?"

"At most... This school year made his death a little more rhythmic?"

As soon as he walked down a staircase, Owen met a dark figure.Professor Snape looked at him gloomyly, silent like a ghost, his sallow face looked a little weird in the dark night.

"You went to find Quirrell?" His cold face had a mixed expression of disgust and solemnity.

"Ah, good evening, Professor Snape." Owen patted his still flushed cheeks, and greeted him very naturally with impeccable etiquette, "Yes, I'm going to ask Professor Quirrell some black Questions about defense against magic. You know, what he says in class is always vague and difficult to understand."

Snape frowned and looked at Owen's expression carefully. After a long time, he said mockingly in a smooth voice: "I think it is difficult to explain some problems to you clearly at Quirrell's level..." He paused. After a pause, he continued, "You can come to me."

"Thank you, Professor Snape." Owen said with a smile on his face, and then added, "In fact, Professor Quirrell's theoretical level is still very good, and I really benefited a lot from him. It's just that he is too unconfident, no Great for teaching...if only he could pull himself together."

Snape nodded slightly, his expression darkened, and strode past Owen.Then, he stopped abruptly, took a deep breath, and asked, "What's the smell on you?"

"Huh?" Owen sniffed his sleeve, and smelled a sweet smell that had almost dissipated, "It's the smell of a pot of potion that Professor Quirrell brewed in the office, the professor can tell what it is Potion?"

He looked at Snape expectantly, hoping to get some clues from the potions master.

Snape frowned and pondered. He could distinguish the smell of many medicinal materials from the smell, some of which were very precious, but he couldn't find the corresponding potion from his mind. It should be a secret formula.But judging from the combination of medicinal materials he identified, according to the principle of potion science and the combination of medicinal properties, this should be a precious potion with the effect of strengthening the body. As for whether there are other effects, it cannot be obtained from Owen. It is easily distinguished from almost no smell.

While guessing the purpose of Quirrell brewing this potion, he said slowly: "A potion that is beneficial to the body."

Owen blinked his eyes, and said with a soft breath: "So, it seems that Professor Quirrell really needs to replenish his body." Even though the potion is harmless to the body, Voldemort's purpose is not pure.

Seeing that the curfew time was approaching, Owen said goodbye to Snape and returned to the common room in time.

"However, Professor Snape saw that I was looking for Quirrell, so he must have noticed me now." Owen thought indifferently, hugged Melet, who was in the armchair, and stroked his hair.

(End of this chapter)