Magical Studies at Hogwarts

For a whole day, Stewart and the others didn't say a word to Ike, even during class, and they stayed far away even when eating in the auditorium.

It wasn't until after dinner that Ike sincerely apologized to several people and vowed never to eat uncomfortable snacks in front of them before they reconciled.

A week passed quickly, and after completing the daily tasks of adding points to Ravenclaw, Ike knocked on the door of Quirrell's office again.

As soon as he entered the door, Ike's nose could not help but shrink. The strange smell in the room was obviously stronger than last week. Looking at Quirrell again, he looked more haggard than when he saw him in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class a few days ago.

The dark circles under the eyes are thick, almost like they were painted on purpose.

"Professor Quirrell."

"Mr. Strider."

After greeting each other, Quirrell motioned for Ike to sit on the chair in front of him and said slowly: "You have mastered the death curse and you should have a real understanding of black magic. Before starting, I want to ask, are you sure?

Do you want to continue learning black magic?"

"Of course, Professor." Ike showed a hint of yearning at the right time, with a little fanaticism.

Quirrell looked at it carefully for a while, then said: "Then, what you have to learn next is another unforgivable curse..."

"The Cruciatus Curse!"

Quirrell still used spiders to demonstrate. Under his spell, the spider curled up in pain and trembled non-stop. Gradually, venom and spider silk came out uncontrollably until it became motionless.

The whole process lasted for a minute, and even just watching it gave Ike goosebumps.

Waving his wand, the spider corpse flew into the nearby trash can. A strange and inexplicable emotion flashed through Quirrell's eyes, and he suddenly pointed the wand at Ike.

"Heart-breaking!"

Two seconds later, Ike collapsed directly to the ground. In the past two seconds, Ike felt as if someone was pulling his intestines out of his mouth with bare hands. While pulling out, there were countless people pinching his intestines with their nails.

Every inch of skin on his body felt like his head hit the corner of the window, his toes kicked on the corner of the table, and his nails were slowly pulled out one by one with pliers.

It felt like someone had punched me hard in the stomach, hit me on the back with a stick, and then I was thrown into the washing machine and spun like crazy.

That kind of discomfort and pain made Ike lose all his strength.

Two seconds, only two seconds...

"I have always felt that the only way to better understand the study of black magic is through personal experience, especially the Cruciatus Curse, the three unforgivable curses..."

Quirrell waved his wand and put Ike on the chair. He stood in front of Ike, condescending, and his tone was indescribable indifference.

"The Cruciatus Curse will cause people to feel bone-piercing pain. This kind of pain will make people miserable. If the curse is cast continuously, it will even make the cursed person go crazy or even die."

"Mr. Strider, please tell me, are you in pain after being hit by the Cruciatus Curse?"

"Pain...pain..." Ike raised his head and looked into Quirrell's cold eyes.

"Very good." Quirrell nodded, sat back in his chair, picked up a paper and began to correct it.

"Remember this feeling, this is what you want to think about when you want to cast a spell. You must have a strong desire to make the other person miserable, and imagine all the tortures in the world from ancient times to the present being inflicted on the target at the same time."

"Then chant the incantation..."

"If all goes well, you will see pain as painful as what you just felt."

Quirrell gave the paper in front of him an A, put it aside, and took out another one to continue reading.

After a slight pause, he said: "When you have rested, go get a spider and cast the Cruciatus Curse on it."

"If you succeed, go back and rest. Where are the spiders, you know..."

Ike sat blankly in the chair, his body still shaking uncontrollably.

He had no idea that Quirrell would use the Cruciatus Curse on him, nor did he expect that the Cruciatus Curse would be so painful. No wonder Neville's parents went crazy under this curse and are still living in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies due to the curse.

In the medical ward.

"Sooner or later, I'll let you have a taste of the Cruciatus Curse!" Ike cursed in his heart. It took a while before he felt that his hands and feet were his again.

He stood up hard, moved step by step to the box in the corner, took out a glass bottle from it, and put the spider on the ground.

"Qui Luo...Qi Luo...Qi Luo..."

"Voldemort...Voldemort...Voldemort..."

Ike kept hinting to himself that the poor little spider in front of him was Quirrell and Voldemort.

Gritting his teeth, he took a deep breath and looked at the wand in his hand.

"Heart-breaking!"

The spider's legs were all retracted, close to the body, rolling and shaking on the ground.

In just seven or eight seconds, Ike stopped, and the little spider on the ground had bitten off his legs, leaving only his bare body, still trembling.

"The flames are blazing!"

A ball of flame fell on the spider, burning it to ashes, leaving only a small black spot on the floor and an almost inaudible scorch smell.

"Mr. Strider..." Quirrell didn't know when he came to Ike's side, looked at the black spots on the ground, and said slowly, "Your talent in black magic surprises me. The difficulty of the Cruciatus Curse is not

The death curse can be compared..."

"Of course, your willpower is also admirable. Even if it is just two seconds, it is not something that ordinary people can recover in such a short period of time..."

"And you seem to be fine."

"In order to learn magic, I can endure it." Ike did not look at Quirrell, still staring at the black spots on the ground.

"Of course, I have never doubted your yearning for magic, Mr. Strider." Quirrell called for a book and stuffed it into Ike's arms. "Now, you have to go back and rest. The damage of the Cruciatus Curse is not what you imagined.

It’s so simple…”

"You are just a first-year wizard. Even if you have outstanding talent and a firm willpower, you still need some time to adjust yourself."

"Especially the spirit, you need to take good care of it."

Quirrell patted Ike on the shoulder and said something meaningful: "This is a black magic book I collected. Take a look. The next time we meet, I hope you at least understand what it says..."

"Then we can learn new magic..."

"Believe me, it's not that difficult..."

Ike bowed slightly, hugged the book given by Quirrell, and slowly left the office.

Through the stairs, Ike did not go back to the dormitory, but went to the Hogwarts kitchen.

After greeting a few badgers with a smile, Ike sat down at the dining table.

"Ogilvy!"

Ogilvy suddenly appeared next to Ike, still looking timid.

"Is there anything you need? Mr. Strider."

"Please give me a mango pudding and a glass of milk." Ike replied with a smile, "By the way, it would be better if there are some more cockroaches."

"Of course, it is the mission of house elves to satisfy the needs of little wizards." Ogilvy snapped his fingers, and a plate of mango pudding, a large bowl of cockroach piles and a glass of warm milk appeared on the table in front of Ike.

"Thank you, Ogilvy." Ike said with a smile, then quickly ate a pudding, picked up two piles of cockroaches, threw them into the milk, and took a big sip.

"Chocolate milk, eternal god!"