Magical Studies at Hogwarts

"Master, I...I don't understand..."

"You don't need to understand! All you have to do is find a way through that damn beast as fast as possible!"

"Okay, Master..."

…

After leaving the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, Ike suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. His feet felt weak and he almost stumbled. He managed to reach the eighth floor and collapsed on the sofa as soon as he entered the Room of Requirement.

"It's so scary!"

Ike was frightened for a while. Although he had been mentally prepared for a long time, when the Dark Lord took over the topic in the second half, he almost couldn't resist. When he finally looked at Quirrell, Ike felt that those eyes were magical.

The power makes people fall involuntarily.

"You actually used Legilimency on a studious little wizard! You're so shameless!"

After taking several deep breaths in succession, Ike calmed down a little. For the first time, Ike felt that the waste notepad system was still useful.

Occlumency, customized version, not upgradeable

(Your deepest secrets will never be known, if you don’t tell them, the rest is up to you)

Occlumency

(The fog protects your brain and hides your most intimate secrets)

As Ike expected, the titles and skills given by the system could prevent Voldemort from knowing Ike's true secret that no one else could know. He could only sense Ike's strong desire for black magic.

And this is true.

All along, when Ike learned spells, he practiced them by himself according to the descriptions in the book.

Some of the simple ones are okay. After understanding it, you only need to try it once or twice and you will succeed. Ike has learned enough simple magic like this, and coupled with the troublesome operation of the waste notepad system, Ike does not dare to do what he did before.

Practice the spell.

However, the study of magic spells cannot be stopped. It is not difficult to understand if you choose black magic that takes longer to learn and is more difficult.

After learning the Disguise Charm, as long as you avoid some troublesome people, the Forbidden Book Zone is actually undefended for Ike. Even if you only selectively select some theoretical books, you will still inevitably come into contact with a lot of information about black magic.

Knowledge.

This kind of dangerous, difficult-to-control but extremely powerful magic naturally aroused Ike's interest.

However, practicing dark magic at Hogwarts is undoubtedly dangerous, and no professor will instruct a first-year wizard on dark magic. In this case, Quirrell's value is reflected.

As an outstanding graduate of Ravenclaw, a former professor of Muggle Studies, the new Dark Lord's temporary Horcrux, and the current Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Quirrell's magic level must be good. With the existence of the Dark Lord, his level of black magic must also be high.

Low.

With Ike's outstanding performance on weekdays and the strong yearning for power and dark magic revealed in front of Quirrell, it will naturally attract the attention of the Dark Lord.

This is also true. Under Ike's performance, Quirrell has agreed to teach Ike black magic.

Ike knew very well that this must be the instruction of the Dark Lord. Voldemort did not agree, and he did not dare to nod even if he gave Quirrell eight courages!

Saturday soon arrived, at seven o'clock in the evening, Ike knocked on the door of Quirrell's office on time.

After receiving the response, Ike pushed the door open, bowed slightly to Quirrell and saluted, and waited quietly for the teaching to begin.

The smell in the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office has become much lighter. If you don't smell it carefully, you can hardly smell it. The office has also been rearranged, leaving an open space that takes up half of the room.

Quirrell waved his wand, a box opened, and three glass bottles containing spiders flew out and stopped in front of Ike.

"Now, Mr. Strider, please take out a spider and cast the killing curse on it."

"Death Curse?" Ike looked surprised and hesitated, "Is this... too difficult?"

"Difficult?" Quirrell laughed out loud, "In fact, the reason why the Death Curse is included in the three unforgivable curses is not only because of its instant death and lack of counter-curses and curses, but also because it is one of the most important elements in black magic.

The simplest.”

"As long as you recite the spell with a strong determination to kill the opponent, the spell will succeed."

"Remember, the incantation is Avatar chewing a big melon. When reciting the incantation, you should shout it loudly and with murderous intent!"

Quirrell looked at Ike expectantly, and Ike slowly took out a spider from the glass bottle. When he took it into his hand, he discovered that these spiders had been processed by Quirrell. Although they were still alive, they could not move.

It is a living fixed target.

Putting the spider on the ground, Ike retreated to Quirrell's side and turned to look at Quirrell hesitantly. Quirrell was smiling and his eyes were full of encouragement.

Ike tightened the wand in his hand, pointed at the spider on the ground, and did not move for a long time. After a while, he took a deep breath, and according to Quirrell, shouted loudly and full of murderous intent:

"Avada eats the big melon!"

A flash of green light flashed, and the spider rolled over, lifeless.

Ike's hand holding the wand was trembling, and he couldn't bear to look at the "Death Curse Level 1 Achieved" flashing before his eyes. He closed his eyes tightly, and it took him a while to calm down.

The Death Curse lived up to its evil and cruel name, and had a great influence on wizards. The moment the curse was successful, Ike felt that his heart was inexplicably filled with violence, and he actually had the urge to rush out and storm Avada. Fortunately, there was

After learning the lessons from the last time he almost lost control, Ike suppressed the thoughts in his heart and looked at Quirrell with a pair of eyes suddenly filled with bloodshot eyes, with an awkward smile on his lips.

"Professor Quirrell, this...this..."

"This is the death curse, Mr. Strider." Quirrell's tone was very calm, as if he was talking about an insignificant thing.

"The simplest and most deadly spell in black magic. It is not complicated, even simpler than the disarming spell."

"Just a flash of green light, and a life disappeared." Quirrell's face was filled with intoxication, "How wonderful!"

"What do you think, Mr. Stride?"

Ike looked at the dead spider, then at the little things crawling around like crazy in the other two bottles, and murmured: "Yes, what a wonderful magic..."

Quirrell nodded with satisfaction, and then said: "Now, continue to use the killing curse. This time, let the curse break the bottle and kill the spider inside!"

"Remember! To do this, you also need to have the belief to destroy everything in front of you!"

Ike nodded slightly when he heard the words, then closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Avada eats the big melon!"

"Avada eats the big melon!"

Two green lights flashed one after another, and the glass bottle shattered. The two dead spiders flew out with the broken glass bottle and hit the wall before falling down.

"Very good! Very good!" Quirrell applauded Ike. Ike's performance exceeded his imagination. Being able to make the Death Curse have the effects of knocking back, destroying, and crushing shows that Ike's foundation is very solid.

The control of magic power has also reached a certain level.

Although this level of death curse can only have an effect on bugs or small animals, and may not necessarily have an instant death effect on people, that is limited by the magic power of the little wizard.

After using the Death Curse with such effect only three times, Quirrell or Voldemort became more and more satisfied with Ike's talent.

Taking out a piece of chocolate and handing it to Ike, Quirrell adjusted his robe a little and said: "Mr. Strider, you are the most talented little wizard I have ever seen. I don't think anyone can do it at your age."

to these.”

Pointing to a box in the corner, Quirrell's tone became serious.

"I put ten hares in that box, and they won't be as easy to deal with as spiders."

"The next thing you have to do is release all ten rabbits, and then use the killing curse to kill them one by one!"

Ike took a deep breath, ate the chocolate, calmed down for a while, then waved his wand to open the box, and then used the levitating spell to release the rabbit.

Sure enough, as Ike thought, these rabbits had also undergone special treatment. They started running around as soon as they landed on the ground, and their speed was obviously much faster than ordinary rabbits.

"Avada eats the big melon!"

"Avada eats the big melon!"

"Avada eats the big melon!"

Ike waved his wand, and streams of green light hit the fleeing rabbits. Some were hit, and some only made a small hole on the floor.

There were only ten rabbits. Ike shouted the spell nearly twenty times to kill these little cute little animals running around. Sweat was already falling on his forehead. The violence in his heart could hardly be suppressed. His whole body kept stopping.

Trembling.

"Mr. Strider, it seems that you can no longer continue." Quirrell used magic to deal with the small pits, glass fragments and dead bodies on the ground. "That's it for today. Rest for a while, and then you can go back."

"OK!"

"Professor Quirrell..."