Magical Studies at Hogwarts

Unicorns are very fast. After losing the constraints of the terrain, even if one of them almost had a hoof cut off, it still quickly disappeared without a trace after getting into the dense forest.

Quirrell put his hands on his knees. After a long battle, the fierce pursuit from behind made his bear swell like a bellows. Ike looked even worse. He sat on the ground and leaned against the big tree, looking half dead.

"It seems we can only come back tomorrow to see it." After resting for a while, Quirrell panted and said, "It will be easy to find it after it is so seriously injured."

Ike nodded when he heard this, looked at Quirrell hesitantly, and said nothing more.

"Go back first and have a good sleep. It will be the same time tomorrow night, Mr. Strider." As soon as he finished speaking, Quirrell disappeared into the dense forest.

"The Disillusionment Curse? Who wouldn't be the same?" Ike curled his lips, cast a Disappearance Curse on himself, and walked back in the direction of the castle.

For the first time, Ike discovered that acting is such a tiring thing. With his level of magic, even if he can't perform as well as he should in the face of a fast unicorn, the basic level of magic is there, so it won't be like this.

Unbearable.

Fortunately, neither Quirrell nor Voldemort know Ike's true level of magic, but they have a deep understanding of his learning ability. Therefore, even if Ike disrupts Quirrell's attack rhythm from time to time, Comrade Lao Voldemort

Neither he nor Quirrell blamed him, but were very satisfied.

After all, for a first-year wizard, this performance is already very good.

It was already half past one when he returned to the dormitory. Looking at the two sleeping people, Ike couldn't help but feel relieved. He hung a lighting spell beside his bed, and Ike covered his head with the quilt, and fell asleep soon.

When he woke up, Ike still felt a little dizzy and his body was a little sore. After shaking his groggy head, Ike looked up and saw the two big faces of Stuart and Terry.

"Just come back when you come back. Why do you have to hang up such a ball of light?" Stewart's words were full of grievances and complaints. "God knows how scared I was by the ball of light when I woke up in the middle of the night. Liang Tangtang thought he had overslept!"

"My fault, my fault." Ike admitted his mistake again and again with a smile, "I will wake you up directly next time."

"Don't!" The two hurriedly waved their hands and shook their heads. They knew very well that Ike was totally capable of such a thing.

"Wait, there is a next time?" Terry suddenly woke up, "Ike, what trouble did you encounter? Tell us, maybe there are other solutions?"

"Sorry." Ike showed a trace of apology, "This matter is very dangerous. If you get involved, I can't guarantee your safety."

"But don't worry, I'm fine, I will take care of myself." Ike stretched, "Of course, if I still haven't come back by the agreed time, remember to go find the professor."

"I know." Terry nodded, "But if we really want to find the professor, where can we find you, Ike!"

Ike was stunned when he heard this. He really hadn't thought about this problem. I remember when I read novels in the past, people in the books didn't need prompts when they were looking for someone!

After thinking for a moment, Ike made a decision: "In the recent period, if nothing happens, I will go to the Forbidden Forest. If I don't go to the Forbidden Forest one day, I will tell you again."

Patting the two of them on the shoulders, Ike smiled and said, "I rely on you for my backup."

"Don't worry, we'll take care of it!" Stewart patted his chest and vowed, "There's still no problem with this."

"Of course, I believe you." Ike smiled and walked towards the auditorium with the two of them.

After breakfast, Ike came to his old place in the library. Hermione rarely came in the past half month. Ike knew that this was a critical moment when Hagrid's dragon was hatching, and the three of them should be in Hagrid's hut.

Although Ike also wants to achieve the achievement of dragon mastering, it is a pity that except for Hermione, Ike is not familiar with the other Gryffindor people, and he has no interaction with Hagrid, so he can only think about it.

After spending the day peacefully, at night, after setting a time with Stuart and Terry, Ike dived into the Forbidden Forest again.

I don’t know what time Quirrell arrived. When Ike arrived, it seemed that Ike had been standing for a long time. He came forward respectfully, with impeccable etiquette: "Great Dark Lord! Your students say hello to you!"

"Hey~hey~hey~" Voldemort's laughter was still so magical, "Child, when did you become my student?"

Ike made a frightened and disappointed expression at the right time, and his voice was full of disbelief: "But, didn't you promise to teach me magic yesterday?"

"Hey~hey~hey~" Judging from the voice, Comrade Lao Fu should be very happy, "It's just a joke, kid, the Dark Lord's promise will always be valid."

"Praise you! Teacher!" Ike held the wand in front of his chest, chin slightly, and his body trembled inadvertently.

"Okay, okay, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future, Ike." As soon as he finished speaking, Voldemort's voice became cold again, "Quirrell, go ahead and find that beast. We don't have much time."

"As you wish, Master!" Quirrell replied respectfully, looking back at Ike, "Let's go."

After saying that, he followed the traces on the ground and walked deeper into the Forbidden Forest.

Ike followed behind, maintaining a humble and serious state, scanning the surroundings with his eyes, holding the wand tightly in his hand, and increased his vigilance.

Seven points of this performance is to further improve Comrade Lao Fu's favorability, and three points is to guard against other creatures in the Forbidden Forest.

For wizards, tracking the target is not difficult. The tracking spell was invented for this purpose. As long as there are items, hair or blood on the target, and the tracking spell is cast, the tip of the wand will point straight to the target.

Location.

The two of them, one behind the other, quickly shuttled through the dense forest in the direction pointed by Quirrell's wand, and they stopped after a while.

Looking at the unicorn lying on the ground not far ahead and licking its wounds, Quirrell stopped the tracking spell and whispered: "Mr. Strider, just do what you did yesterday. After I trap it,

Use the Obstruction Charm to assist me."

"Okay, Professor." Ike nodded, his face full of determination.

Seeing this, Quirrell turned around, adjusted his state slightly, started the transformation spell, surrounded by fire spells, and then threw a cutting spell at it. Ike also raised his concentration in time, and aimed two obstacle spells at the unicorn's face.

The limbs followed.

The injured unicorn was much weaker in flexibility, but Quirrell had basically recovered his fighting strength after a day's rest. Even without Ike, it was not difficult to deal with an injured and lonely unicorn.

After a while, even though Ike was trying hard to hold back, the unicorn still fell under Quirrell's intensive attack.

Quirrell waved his wand, canceling the surrounding earth wall and flames, walked to the unicorn that was lying on the ground and groaning, and stared at the dying creature.

"Quick! Quick! Quick!" Voldemort's weak voice was full of joy and eagerness, "Drink this damn blood!"

"Master, I..." Quirrell hesitated a little. He knew very well what kind of curse he would receive if he drank the blood of such a pure creature after hurting a unicorn. The moment he drank the blood of a unicorn, he could no longer be cursed.

Call it a human being.

With his current physical condition, Quirrell felt that he could still hold on for a while, but it was a pity that Voldemort didn't think much of it.

Biting the wound on the unicorn's body, Quirrell felt extremely regretful as he groaned in pain:

In the summer of 1991, how wonderful it would be if we did not go to the Albanian forest to search for traces of the Dark Lord...