Harry potter:Dark lord

The difficulty of learning Nightmare Magic was far greater than Robert had imagined.

Even after persisting for over two hours—falling asleep and waking up four or five times—he finally understood the frustration that had plagued generations of the Somleno family.

This magic was simply too demanding.

The very first step alone was enough to deter most people.

Because the initial requirement for practicing Nightmare Magic was to remain conscious inside a dream.

What did it mean to be lucid in a dream?

It meant that when dreaming, one had to realize they were dreaming while staying aware of their surroundings, then attempt to take control of the dream itself!

Anyone who has dreamed before knows how hard it is to recognize a dream while still being in it.

Among ordinary people, perhaps only one in a hundred could even achieve this level of awareness.

And that was just the beginning.

Even if one realized they were in a dream, staying aware without waking up was an entirely different challenge. The moment a person became too conscious, the dream would simply collapse.

Thus, mastering Nightmare Magic required an exceptionally strong soul—this wasn't just a saying; it was an undeniable truth.

"Toby, what time is it now?" Robert rubbed his eyes, feeling exhausted.

He had fallen asleep multiple times already, and each time, just as he realized he was dreaming, he would wake up, failing to take control.

"Master Wade, it's 4:21 PM," Toby's voice drifted down from the second floor.

Upstairs, the house-elf was preparing afternoon tea and snacks for Robert.

"It's only 4:21? I can still squeeze in a few more attempts."

Muttering to himself, Robert picked up the old wand beside him and pointed it at his head once more.

"Sound Sleep!"

A wisp of white mist emerged from the wand, and Robert's eyes rolled back as he immediately fell into slumber.

Thankfully, this spell-induced sleep always led to dreams. Otherwise, if he simply fell asleep without dreaming, practicing Nightmare Magic would be even harder.

The moment he fell asleep, Robert found himself in a dream.

This time, he was sitting leisurely in a beautiful garden, sipping afternoon tea while reading a book. The atmosphere was serene, filling him with contentment.

His previous studies in Occlumency had deepened his understanding of mental magic, and he had practiced this spell enough times that he quickly recognized his true situation.

Robert sighed, reluctantly setting down his teacup and book.

Compared to his previous dreams, this was actually quite a pleasant one…

But now that he had realized it was a dream, the tea suddenly lost its taste, and the book's once-fascinating content turned blank.

Just like before, as soon as his consciousness took hold, the dream began to collapse.

The vibrant garden seemed to be drained of color, fading into a black-and-white landscape.

Then, something unusual happened.

The collapse… paused.

At the same time, a dense, white mist started seeping over the garden wall, slowly creeping into the space.

Robert's expression tightened. He had seen this exact phenomenon in previous attempts.

Whenever he touched this mist, he immediately woke up.

Through repeated experience, he understood that this mist was likely the magic's way of signaling that his dream was about to end.

He hurriedly backed away, moving from the garden's center toward the wall.

The mist continued creeping forward, now just a meter away.

Robert sighed. This magic is way too difficult to get started with.

From the moment he recognized he was dreaming to the collapse of the dream and the mist's appearance, only ten seconds had passed.

With such a small window of time, he felt completely helpless.

As the white mist crept even closer, Robert suddenly realized his back was pressed against something cold.

It was the garden wall. He had nowhere left to retreat.

"This wall is really solid… If only I could use my wand here, I could just blast through it—"

His thoughts froze.

Because somehow, he was now holding his wand!

"What the…? Why do I have a wand? Am I not dreaming? How did this get here?"

The mist was about to reach his feet.

With no time to ponder further, Robert turned around and aimed his wand at the wall.

"Explode!"

BOOM!

The sturdy wall shattered as if struck by a cannonball!

Robert felt a surge of joy and was about to rush forward—when he suddenly stopped.

Because beyond the wall… was nothing.

A vast, endless void stretched out before him.

His entire dream world was floating in this emptiness!

If he had leaped through the gap a second earlier, he would have fallen straight into the void.

Robert was stunned. He had just barely escaped the white mist—only to find himself with nowhere left to go.

This makes no sense!

He hesitated for a second before muttering, "Tsk… if only there were a path ahead…"

The moment those words left his mouth, a white pathway appeared before him, winding forward into the infinite distance!

Robert's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Wait… Is this dream control?"

That's right! He was supposed to be controlling the dream!

What had he been doing all this time? Just standing around in shock?

Suddenly, everything clicked into place.

He had mistaken dream awareness for dream control.

Until now, he had been half awake—aware that he was dreaming, yet failing to take control.

Only when he accidentally wished for a wand and got it… and then wished for a path and saw it appear… did he truly wake up inside his dream.

At that moment, the mist seemed to freeze, then gradually dissipated—as if it had fulfilled its role.

Robert took a deep breath.

"Change!"

The dream shifted instantly.

Moments later, Robert found himself standing on the streets of London.

The city was bustling with people and traffic.

But the farther away he looked, the more unreal the scenery became—eventually fading into the void.

This wasn't the real London.

It was a dream London, created purely by his imagination.

Robert quickly realized that, for now, he could only construct small-scale environments. Anything beyond a certain range would dissolve into emptiness.

Still, this proved one thing—

He had successfully altered his dream!

Just as he prepared to change the scene again, a sharp pain suddenly stabbed through his mind.

The entire world flipped—

And then he woke up.

Robert opened his eyes, feeling disoriented.

His body was drained of energy, as if his very soul had been exhausted.

Forcing himself upright, he pulled out a small bottle of stimulant and drank it in one gulp.

After a while, the fatigue faded, and he felt something new.

His soul power… had grown stronger!

Manipulating the dream had taken a massive toll on his mind—but at the same time, it strengthened his soul.

A spell that trained his spirit instead of harming it?

Robert stared into space, then muttered in disbelief—

"No… where's the 'black magic' that was promised?!"

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