Hogwarts: I'm really not the third Dark Lord

Benson Evans felt that his life was a complete tragedy.

He has not seen his mother since he can remember. In his father's words, she went to "pursue her own freedom."

Benson Evans's childhood memories are of clanging sounds, explosions and flames that occur from time to time, and an unpleasant, rotten egg-like smell.

Every time this time, he knew that his father's experiment failed again——

His father is a poor maker of black magic props living in Knockturn Alley. In fact, in his opinion, the teapots made by his father will pinch your nose when you pour tea, cause sewage to flow back into the toilet, and put it on. Shoes that keep dancing...at best they can be considered prank props.

Real dark magic items, like those sold in Borgin Burke's shop, are worth a fortune each.

If only his father could make a real black magic item, they wouldn't have been in such embarrassment for so many years.

When he was 11 years old, he received his acceptance letter to Hogwarts, and then he watched his father throw the thick stack of parchment into the stove.

"It's useless to go to that kind of place!" his father said gruffly, and he began to personally teach him alchemy, ancient magic texts and other necessary knowledge for making magic props.

Although he felt that his father himself was a dabbler, it was obvious that there were many inconsistencies in the fragmented and fragmented knowledge he taught him.

But my father just couldn't see it, and even when he tried to point out these contradictions, he was severely beaten——

"This is the ancestral knowledge of our Evans family. Are you worthy of questioning it?"

So he learned to remain silent, and his father finally suffered the consequences - during a magic experiment, an unprecedented explosion occurred due to a wrong formula.

His father's spell protected him, but he was engulfed in flames.

move?sad?He had forgotten how he felt at that time, but when he thought about the large number of precious materials destroyed in the experiment-all of which were purchased with customers' deposits, he wished he was the one who died.

Creditors soon came to his door, and in desperation, he found his father's old friend, a smuggler named Mundungus.

It was originally a desperate attempt and a choice made out of desperation. He himself did not expect Mundungus to bring him any help.

Unexpectedly, Mundungus actually gave him a sum of money, which was enough to pay off his debts, at the cost of helping to transport some things to France.

He went to Paris once and successfully handed things over to the connector. When he returned, a large number of well-trained Aurors were waiting for him on the British border.

He still doesn't know what Mundungus asked him to transport.Anyway, he was arrested, quickly put on trial, and ultimately sentenced to two years in Azkaban for "seriously damaging national interests."

Memories of Azkaban are gray.

It was a terrifying place, guarded by dementors - it was the first time he had seen such terrifying creatures, and the inmates called them 'soulless demons'.

They feed on people's positive emotions, and the prisoners are their food.

Once prisoners are locked up for a period of time, they lose all faith and good feelings and thoughts.The darkest and most terrifying memories keep replaying in their minds.

Fortunately, he was a light-duty prisoner in Azkaban and would only spend an hour a day with those demons.

According to others, the worst and most terrifying dark wizards imprisoned deep in Azkaban - for example, one of them named Sirius Black once used a spell to blow up a Muggle street. , killing dozens of people.

These frenzied thugs were monitored 24 hours a day, most of them went crazy, and some died of despair.

But there are also some who once belonged to a group called Death Eaters - it is said that many of them have been locked up there for ten years. When he went in to clean the house, he could occasionally hear their breathless yells. Scolding Dumbledore, scolding Harry Potter, and firmly believing that the Dark Lord will save them one day.

Merlin!If he was subjected to this kind of torture every moment, he felt that he would never survive more than a month.

These guys who have survived for ten years, every time he accidentally makes eye contact with them, Benson will feel a chill - there is no human emotion at all, as if every inch of their flesh and blood is made of hatred. of.

The Dark Lord they call must be a great being!

Benson Evans thought.

Two years passed quickly, and when he left the island on a regularly visited boat, it felt like 20 years had passed.

What he didn't expect was that leaving Azkaban did not mean the end of suffering.

The debt has been paid off, and he has also thought about finding a solid job and settling down.

But the lack of a Hogwarts degree meant it was difficult for him to find a decent job.

Even those salespersons, waiters, and store managers who did not require much technical skills would avoid him and wave them away after learning about his experience of serving time in Azkaban.

After going around and around, he actually returned to Knockturn Alley. His original home had long been turned into ruins.

He sat on the mossy steps, lost in thought.

He sat there for a day and a night. During this period, he noticed several malicious glances. They were looking at him, waiting for him to weaken, and then...

Young people's bodies are excellent experimental materials.

Jason laughed to himself. In fact, they could do it now.

His wand was broken when he was imprisoned in Azkaban, and he never had the money to buy a new one.

He is no different from a Muggle now.

After that, he saw a tall figure walking over.

He had arms as thick as Jason's thighs. The dirty shirt was bulged by explosive muscles, and large tufts of chest hair poked out.

Are you ready to take action?Jason subconsciously tensed his muscles, then relaxed them again.

The opponent doesn't even need to take out his wand, just one punch can turn his head into a rotten watermelon.

The strong man stretched out his hand and slowly opened his fingers.

"He was going to grab me by the neck and lift me up."

Jason thought.

Unexpectedly, in the open palm of the strong man, there was a small toffee, and the candy paper was covered with black stains.

"You...eat..." He opened his mouth wide, and a low and strange tone came from his throat.

Jason suddenly burst into tears. He held the toffee tightly and cried loudly. There was only one thought lingering in his mind.

"I can't die! I want to live well and take him with me!"