A ruined Hogwarts

"curse……"

After hearing Owen's answer, Voldemort repeated it with great interest and sighed softly: "This is an extremely fascinating field of black magic. It is complex, magnificent and colorful. It happens to be a field that I am very good at."

Owen sniffed the aroma of the potion in the air, a look of anticipation on his pale cheeks.

He glanced at the steaming crucible inadvertently, and the lavender mist looked a bit dreamy. By the way, why do the potions brewed by Voldemort taste so good? Obviously most potions taste weird. Could it be that the Dark Lord noticed my mysophobia and specially adjusted the flavor to suit him? If this is the case, then this is too considerate...

Owen was almost moved by his imagination, and the smile on his face became even brighter. Well, let's set a small goal to one day add some spice to the Dark Lord's potion.

Voldemort's words came slowly, awakening him from his state of random thoughts: "...Using a curse, you can make a person miserable or even die miserably from thousands of miles away. Once the curse fails, the caster will often have to Bear the risk of backlash, of course, as long as you are strong enough, a mere backlash will be nothing more than a trivial episode."

"The forms of curses are ever-changing. You can curse a person's body from the inside out, and the three most powerful ones are blood, flesh, and bone. Curses targeting blood can be passed down to future generations along the bloodline, and curses targeting flesh Curses corrupt and deform people, and even create diseases and spread plagues, and curses targeting bones are often extremely lethal."

"But they are only curses for the body. When you go deep enough in this field, you can curse people's spirit, magic, and even souls, and even curse some conceptual things..."

Voldemort's narration was full of admiration and bewitchment. Owen couldn't help but think along with his description, and his heart was beating with excitement. It was obviously such a cruel black magic, but it made Owen feel extremely excited.

"Is this guy trying to seduce me again, or am I finally starting to become perverted?" Owen licked his lips, and the smile on his face had a strange meaning.

Turning his eyes slightly, he suddenly asked curiously: "It is rumored that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor position at Hogwarts is cursed. No one can stay in this position for a full year. Professor, what do you think? What do you think? Can anyone really curse a position?"

Owen carefully observed the expression on the other person's face, and it was the perfect question to ask the rumored owner.

Voldemort glanced at him with a half-smile, then looked at the increasingly bleak sky outside the window and the figures still flying around the field tirelessly, and said softly: "Of course, this is an interesting curse. , I also put a lot of thought into it at the beginning.”

"You mean, professor, you cursed this position?" Owen raised his eyebrows. Although he was mentally prepared, he was still surprised when he heard the other party's admission. Can the curse really reach this level?

Voldemort did not deny it, but simply said: "When you go deep enough in a certain field, you will find that the things you never dared to think about in the past are actually just things that are within easy reach. It is just a curse. When you With enough medium and obsession, it’s not difficult to accomplish it.”

What an obsession this must be... Owen cursed.

"Yes, I once wanted to get the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." Voldemort looked at a tall tower outside the window and said to himself, "In fact, I have always liked this school. of."

"You are the best professor." Owen said sincerely. But if Dumbledore really hires this person, will the Defense Against the Dark Arts class become a Dark Arts class?

Owen couldn't help but think of the scene where black magic was rampant in Hogwarts, where the first-year students were proficient in the Unforgivable Curse, and the second-year students were murderous... It was actually a bit disturbing to think about it.

Owen smiled deeply and twirled the wand in his hand. Isn't this how he was tricked into the path of black magic? However, a little wizard of this age would go crazy if he learned too much black magic. In fact, he felt that he was a little inclined to do so.

Voldemort leisurely withdrew his gaze from the window, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and glanced at Owen with a playful look. He stopped continuing the topic and just said lightly: "I happen to have a curse here that is very suitable for you to learn."

Owen straightened his back straighter and his posture became more upright. There is no doubt that the person in front of him is probably the most adept at cursing magic in the world today.

Whether it's a curse on a position or otherwise. For example, when Voldemort was at the peak of his power, the curse he placed on his name would cause his location to be sensed once someone called him by name. Owen believed that this must involve knowledge of curses. Even the Dark Mark invented by the other party seems more like a variant of the curse to Owen. Once it is branded, it is extremely difficult to remove. It just adds many functions.

"Curse allows you to hurt your enemies without facing them face to face. Of course, it is also dangerous." Voldemort said slowly, "First of all, you need a medium. It can be something on the person you want to curse. , the more important and closely related the easier it is to succeed, for example, a hair is not as effective as a drop of blood.”

"But sometimes, the other person's name or even your own obsession can become your medium. Of course, such a curse is very profound and often requires you to pay some price yourself."

Owen nodded thoughtfully, I'm afraid such a curse would be very costly, right? Otherwise, Voldemort would just kill his enemies one by one by name. Of course, it does not rule out that the other party would not bother to pay any price to curse the minions he looks down upon, and it would be difficult to curse Dumbledore.

He took out a notebook and took notes while listening carefully.

"In addition, the better you know the cursed person, the closer you are to the person, the stronger your magic is than the other person, and the stronger your will, the easier it will be for the curse to succeed." Voldemort said quietly, "If you are willing to pay a greater price, it is not impossible to curse someone more powerful than you, but once this happens, the consequences will be extremely tragic, and you don't want to experience it."

Owen smiled, nodded and said, "I understand, Professor."

"Then, what I want to teach you is the curse of flesh." Voldemort said with a smile. "People's flesh and blood will rot and decay, and they will die in pain and despair. Even if they save their lives, they will face lifelong damage that cannot be healed... Isn’t this the best gift you can give your enemy?”

Owen chuckled and nodded, silently listening to the in-depth and simple teaching that followed, while not forgetting to write down the key points in his notebook.

When the sky outside the window completely darkened and silence returned to the office, Owen realized that it was almost dinner time.

"Try it before you leave." Voldemort picked up another rat in a cage from the side.

Owen glanced at the ignorant rat, wondering how much the Dark Lord hated rats. If Peter Pettigrew saw this scene, I don't know what he would think.

Owen shook his head, waved his wand and pulled off one of the mouse's whiskers, placing it on the table in front of him. He pointed at the long rat whisker with the tip of his wand, and quickly reviewed the key points of the curse in his mind. A surge of malice suddenly gathered in his heart and surged out along the wand.

"Flesh rots." He slowly recited the spell, his voice sounding extremely cold.

The beard pointed at the tip of the staff quickly turned dark, curly, and finally turned into a small puddle of black ash. At the same time, Owen felt that his curse magic was transmitted along a mysterious connection, and under his maintenance, it was exerted on the mouse in the distance like an invisible channel.

The mouse suddenly let out a sharp howl. The skin under its gray hair began to become congested and swollen, and then large black boils appeared, and finally turned into horrific black wounds. The flesh in the wound rotted quickly and became foul-smelling. In just half a minute, the mouse became shriveled and black, like a rotting corpse that had been dead for many days, but was still twitching in pain.

Owen looked at this scene indifferently, ruthlessly maintaining the erosion of the curse, analyzing it coldly and calmly in his heart. Once this kind of curse is imposed on a person, life will definitely be worse than death. Even if he is alive, he will be disfigured, disabled, and become neither human nor ghost. It is better to die.

The greatest effect of this curse is obviously torture rather than death. Even a mouse without magic power took five minutes to become completely motionless. Owen silently cleaned up the mess, then said goodbye and left with a calm expression.

It was only on the way to the auditorium that he began to feel queasy and nauseous.

He slowly went downstairs. In the gorgeous oil painting hanging next to the stairs, people in different clothes were busily visiting. Owen's thoughtful expression suddenly froze. He put his palm into his pocket and gently stroked his wand. Only then did he realize that he felt like a fish in water when he used black magic just now. The most important thing is that the malice came entirely from himself, not from the promotion of the black magic guards like before.

"Is this the change that black magic transformation brings to me?" Owen tilted his head thoughtfully. Those malice seemed to have been quietly woven into his nature, closer than ever. He can possess and control the Black Devil Guard with his soul, but in turn, the Black Devil Guard is quietly influencing him.

If a person can be malicious at any time and use black magic smoothly and freely, is this person evil?

Obviously, yes. Owen came up with the answer immediately.

"Is this the consequence?" Owen whispered to himself, and then slowly raised the corners of his mouth, "I didn't expect that I pushed myself."

But at least he succeeded. He was able to realize his own problems, maintain his sanity and a clear understanding of himself, and avoid becoming paranoid and crazy unintentionally. He would never act like he was losing his mind and behave in a confusing way. . For example, Voldemort's paranoid pursuit of immortality has caused many dark wizards to become cruel and gloomy, and even have various quirks such as being gloomy and sneaky, not caring about their own image, and not caring about messiness...

"Tsk, that's it." Owen smiled. His ability to accept has always been very strong, and the current state is not difficult for him to accept. At least he can ensure that all the choices he makes are made by himself, and his malice will not spread endlessly.

The biggest difference between humans and animals is that humans can control their own instincts. Owen has always had a strong balance in his heart.

"Ha, evil me." He came to the auditorium unhurriedly and looked at the sumptuous dinner that had been placed on the table, but he remembered the mouse just now... He instantly lost his appetite.

Pursing his lips, he took a mint candy and stuffed it into his mouth. Owen flipped through the notes he had just taken and closed it with a "snap" until Harry came over.

"It's time for confinement." The little wizard said listlessly, not curious about the notes in Owen's hand.

"I must have lost my mind to follow the dean with you..." Draco also frowned.

"Isn't this great? You can also learn a lot about potions by helping Professor Snape." Owen was in a good mood. He was still looking forward to the knowledge and skills that Snape would spread from time to time. Well, it would be better if the Potions office could be brighter and warmer.

"But you should always think about the pile of homework we have accumulated..." Harry said, dumbfounded. Especially since he had to complete the study tasks assigned by Dumbledore, he felt like he was going to lose his hair because of his busy schedule.

"Huh? Does homework actually take a lot of time?" Owen looked extremely confused.

Do you think anyone can control a quill pen to write homework automatically like you? And you are showing off!

The two little wizards looked at each other and reached out to grab Owen's shoulders, but he dodged them well prepared. Owen walked out of the auditorium quickly, smiling and winking his left eye playfully: "I'm sorry, I didn't know this hurt your young hearts..."

The three of them came to the Potions office jokingly. Owen's mood became lighter and he no longer thought about those messy things.

Under the command of Professor Snape, they dealt with some messy potion materials. Among them, Harry was responsible for the dirtiest and most tiring work. Owen and Draco were much more relaxed. Obviously Snape was deliberately punishing the main culprit. How much There is also some personal grudge.

Being targeted, Harry did not dare to get angry or speak out, so he had to work obediently. It was not until the end of the confinement that he sincerely extended his hand to Snape: "Dean, thank you very much for your guidance just now."

Snape stared down at Harry's outstretched hand, his sallow face looking strange and repulsive, as if it were covered in snot. He didn't touch Harry's hand, just gestured towards the door behind him. The meaning is obvious: get out of here.

As soon as Harry walked out, the door to the Potions office slammed shut. The three young wizards stood outside the door and looked at each other, then walked to the Slytherin common room together.

"Do you want to verify whether Professor Snape is someone from the Aether Society in disguise?" Owen looked at the decoration above his head happily with his hands behind his back.

"Well, recently I checked almost all the students and found no lurkers, so those guys could only be pretending to be professors." Harry nodded seriously, "And Professor Snape rejected me just now."

"This is normal, the dean knows your abilities." Draco glanced at Harry's palm with envy, "You suddenly found an excuse to shake his hand that everyone could see was wrong. If you make it clear that you are doubting him, I would also be angry."

"That's right..." Harry finally reacted, "Then what should we do..."

"If you want to have close contact with Professor Snape, I have a good idea." Owen smiled mysteriously.

"What can I do?" Harry looked at Owen's malicious smile, and the corner of his mouth twitched weakly. He knew that Owen's bad taste was coming again, but he still asked resignedly.

"Seductive!" Owen looked at Harry up and down, stretched out his hand and said softly, "Put on a long crimson wig, speak softer, face... cover your face, only showing a pair of eyes, and then run to the dean Call me Severus affectionately..."

Harry looked at him with a stony face, and Draco tried his best to hold back his laughter.

"Then, you can take advantage of the dean's confusion and take advantage of it. Of course, you will most likely be kicked away by the dean who reacts..." Owen said with a smile, "However, it is worth paying a little price. right?"

"Stop making trouble, Owen." Harry held his forehead helplessly, "It seems that we can only check the situation of other professors first."

"By the way, what is your ability? What did Dumbledore say?" Draco asked curiously.

"Mr. Dumbledore seems to have made a guess, but he didn't tell me, and he said that he didn't know about the Aether Society." Harry shook his head with a heavy expression, remembering that Dumbledore had heard about the Aether Society. He showed an unprecedented solemn expression when dealing with the situation, "I don't want to bother him. As you know, Mr. Dumbledore is very busy. These days, the dragon is always coming and going..."

Owen smiled. He knew that Dumbledore was busy these days and his time at Hogwarts was very irregular. The last time he arranged for the Aether Society to appear, he specifically chose a day when Dumbledore was not in school, otherwise he would not have dared to be so unscrupulous. As for why he knew Dumbledore was away that day, of course Harry, who had more contact with Dumbledore, told him...

"Come on." He encouraged him somewhat perfunctorily.