Chapter 39: Black Magic
For the next few days, Ricciardo spent the next few days learning the dark arts from Lord Voldemort.
Black magic is also known as black witchcraft, i.e., evil magic. Mainly for the purpose of harming others, through the release of Gu, curses, secret rituals, calligraphy, etc., to achieve the purpose of murder, disease, confusion, servitude, blame, etc., so that people are unconsciously harmed.
It is said that black magic is the jurisdiction of the devil, and with the help of a large group of evil spirits or demons, the devil is able to carry out his evil work; And those who help the devil are able to exercise the power of black magic.
"It's nonsense in the book," Voldemort glanced at "How to Control Your Dark Magic" in Cardo's hand disdainfully, "Dark magic is never a bargain with the devil, but a mobilization of inner emotions. β
Talking about what he is best at, Voldemort instantly became excited: "What is black magic?" It is the purest destructive force in the world! It's a secret art that can destroy the world! It is the magic that all greats must obtain! β
"You know, Mudblood, this power of ours can only be stimulated by extremely powerful mages, and out of fear and respect for their talents, people call these mages dark wizards! So you should get down on your knees and thank you for giving you a path close to the top of the world! β
However, great power can corrupt the minds of mortals, so the dark mage unconsciously embarked on a path of destruction. Ricardo holds "How to Control Your Dark Magic" and recalls a sentence from the book.
"Adventurers who embark on the path of the Dark Wizard will become messengers of destruction, capable of destroying any enemy who stands in their way by the power of their will. Therefore, in order to use black magic as you wish, you must first control your emotions freely. β
"What emotions can unleash black magic?" Ricardo asked a timely question.
"Sin!" Voldemort was convinced, "Enough sin!" Violent enough! As long as you face the world with extreme hatred, you can have the power to destroy the world! β
"Mudbloods, I think you know the ancient Greek monk Evagius Ponticus, right? He and Egolu are the only two mudblood names I remember. β
"I don't know."
"I don't think you know," Voldemort scoffed, "but his other name, which you may know, is the Holy Ancestor of our Dark Wizards." β
He stretched out his wand and earnestly uttered a few shocking words in the air.
Herpo the Foul
"Despicable Helbo?!" Ricardo exclaimed!
"Surprised, isn't it? He is a theological researcher! Voldemort was pleased with the surprise in his eyes, "This fact also convinced me that the darkness did not come from my experience, but from my existence." After all, even such a noble person fell into darkness. β
ββ¦β¦ You're so confident. β
Voldemort did not hear the sarcasm in his words, and continued: "The monk Evagius Pontigus, observing that people were becoming increasingly self-centered and especially arrogant, defined eight evils that were detrimental to one's spirituality: gluttony, lust, greed, lamentation, rage, conceit, and arrogance. β
"Then, with the help of the power of the eight evils, he created spells that were more than twice as powerful as ordinary spells, and thus he discovered the greatest black magic in the world, and became what wizards called 'Hellbo the Despicable'."
"In the late sixth century, Pope Gregory I reduced those eight sins to seven, classifying conceit into pride, lamentation and laziness, and envy."
His ranking criterion is the degree of violation of love. The order is: arrogance, jealousy, anger, laziness, greed, gluttony, and lust. β
Speaking of this, Voldemort looked a little angry: "According to love? Jokes, that's just a cover for jealousy. β
"If you want me to say, jealousy and greed are the strongest beings! With them, we have the motivation to move forward! β
He took a sip of water and concluded:
"This is the most basic classification of dark magic, when you go through the seven sins, you can become a strong person who can destroy the world, and our magic is born from this."
"After all this time, do you mean that if you want to understand dark magic, you have to succeed in committing a sin?" Ricardo raised his wand again, "That's impossible, it's my basic principle not to be evil, otherwise I can't make money by smuggling things like that?" β
"Learn the dark arts and don't want to be evil," Voldemort said playfully, "Are you too naΓ―ve?" β
"Are you embarrassed?" Ricardo snapped, "If it weren't for you, why would I study this?" I have come here only to control, not to kill; Only for mastery, not for possession. β
"Oh, should I call you...... Silva saint? β
"Put away your thoughts, Tom Riddle," Ricardo looked at the case again, "if I hadn't been clear about the Headmaster's mind, I would have done the people a long time ago." β
"You're so willingly prostrate at Dumbledore's feet?"
Voldemort opened his arms violently, as if he wanted to embrace something.
"We're the kind of people! We hate rules, we are talented, and we deserve to be respected! We can lead wizards to glory! What the strongest mage, Dumbledore, that's just a stumbling block for us! You and I are both free bodies, why are others on top? You're also a powerful wizard, so why can't you become a master? Don't you have that ambition? β
"Are you going to brainwash me every time you say something in class?" Ricardo let out a sneer, "Also, you're even calling me a Mudblood, why should I take refuge in you?" β
"This is my last chance for you," Voldemort said haughtily, "surrender to me, and I will lead you to conquer the world!" β
"Then I can't be with you," Ricardo said, "I don't want to deal with a madman like you, no matter how many times you say it." Alright, Voldemort, continue your teaching. β
"It's a pity......" Voldemort shook his head, as if sighing and mocking.
"Continue our agreement, the invention of the Black Spell is based on these seven evils......"
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Christmas is just around the corner. One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts School woke up from a dream to find that it was covered with several feet of snow and that the lake was covered with hard ice. Several owls flew through the snowy skies to deliver mail, and after a lot of hardship, they had to regain their strength under Hagrid's care before they could continue to take off.
The students are eagerly looking forward to the holidays. Although the common rooms and auditoriums of Hogwarts were blazing with fires, the windswept corridors were bitterly cold, and the windows of the classrooms were rattling in the bitter cold wind.
The fifth-graders were still restless and trying not to do their homework, and the seventh-graders had already begun to skip class. One by one, they raised their hands to say where they were uncomfortable, and then walked out of the classroom under the envious gaze of all the students and came to the medical wing to pretend to be treated.