Magical Studies at Hogwarts

Comrade Lao Fu's level of magic is beyond doubt.

On the way back, Voldemort rarely asked Quirrell to cover himself with a hood or hood, and kept answering the questions he asked Ike.

Whether it was additional ways to increase magic power, the magical effects of elixirs, or the difference between European curses and ancient Egyptian curses, Comrade Lao Fu pointed out the essence of the problem to the point, which benefited Ike a lot, and he became even more grateful that there was no third one.

The control of the soul-stealing curse was instantly released.

Just be patient, even though the more you think about it, the more angry you will become, but you will indeed benefit a lot.

Before parting, Voldemort even taught him a little magic that is widely spread among dark wizards: the Hiding Charm, which can hide the wizard's face very well. In the eyes of others, it is just a blur, as if separated by thick clouds.

A very practical little magic, although Ike thinks it should be called the Blurred Face Spell, because it can only do this.

The following days were very leisurely. Comrades Quirrell and Lao Fu focused their energy on breaking through the levels. With Quirrell's current state, even if the unicorn was unscathed, it would not take much effort to defeat it.

Ike is indeed very busy. There are only more than two weeks left before the final exam. Ravenclaws can see little wizards revising everywhere. When it comes to grades, the eaglets are more paranoid than imagined.

Whether it is the common room, the library, or even the auditorium, little wizards can be seen everywhere holding books and chewing on them, and the learning atmosphere is very strong.

Of course, chewing books like this can only solve theoretical exams to a certain extent. For classes such as Charms, Potions, Transfiguration and Herbal Medicine, which have practical parts, simply reading and reviewing is not enough.

As a result, the vast grassland by the Black Lake was occupied by the little wizards, and the place where senior lovers could date and walk was once again reduced by one.

In fact, putting so much energy into review is purely a matter of urgency. For lower-grade students, the practical part is not difficult. Even the transfiguration technique is still just a small, smooth-looking, simple-structured object.

When an object transforms into another object, the score is only determined by the exquisiteness of the transformation.

For most young wizards, this is not difficult.

However, no one believed the truth these days, and Ike was criticized by Stewart and others for this.

There are those who study seriously, and there are those who are naughty and mischievous. Even Gryffindor and Harry in the concentration camp for mischief-making did indeed go too far.

Fifty points per person, a total of 150 points deduction puts Gryffindor, who was originally fighting Slytherin to death, directly to the bottom, and reversely surpasses Hufflepuff, who has been "number one" for ten thousand years. If the number one

Ravenclaw, maybe the Gryffindors wouldn't be so angry, but they just gave up the first place in the Academy Cup to Slytherin, and the little lions were absolutely furious!

Hermione, Harry and Neville became the target of public criticism, and Ron escaped being bitten by Hagrid's dragon and was admitted to the campus hospital.

So in Ike's opinion, the Gryffindors should be happy, because if Ron was involved, they would be deducted fifty more points.

Hmm... maybe that would set a record?

Without Ike's involvement, the trio's story was pretty much the same as in their memories, which also reminded Ike of another thing:

Quirrell is going to search for unicorns in the Forbidden Forest again.

The difference from the memory is that Quirrell now does it to continue the effect of unicorn blood. Although they are all done out of necessity, they are essentially different.

About ten days later, Ike also secretly recorded this time, which was something that was not recorded in books.

The life of a top student is so boring. While others are working hard to review, Ike is complacent about useless knowledge that is not recorded in the book.

After showing off, Ike was once again ruthlessly suppressed by Stewart and others, even confiscating his favorite pile of cockroaches!

On May 30th, when Harry, Hermione and Neville received the notice that they would be closed for the night, Ike also received a note from Quirrell and met at the Forbidden Forest at ten o'clock in the evening.

Silently destroying the note, Ike and Stuart spent the last Charms class, Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Transfiguration class and History of Magic class before the exam week together as if nothing was wrong. When they left the History of Magic classroom,

It's already past nine o'clock.

Once again, they set a time with Stuart and Terry, and Ike used the phantom spell skillfully and silently, and walked leisurely towards the Forbidden Forest.

Entering the Forbidden Forest, Ike began to miss the days when Comrade Lao Fu put the soul-stealing curse on him. At least then, he didn't need to use the level 1 tracking spell to find Quirrell's location.

After searching for almost twenty minutes, Ike arrived at the so-called "rendezvous" location. During the day in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Ike discovered that Quirrell's face looked much worse, as if he was malnourished.

He looked haggard. Looking now, Ike could even vaguely see the blue blood vessels behind Quirrell's ears.

"Great Dark Lord! Teacher!" Ike nodded slightly and saluted Comrade Lao Fu respectfully. Comrade Lao Fu was still very happy, but his tone was indeed weaker and not as energetic as before.

"Kid, I'm glad you're here. Unfortunately, we may have to hunt a new unicorn tonight."

"I'm happy to help you, teacher."

Voldemort seemed to sigh, but the voice was too soft and Ike didn't listen very carefully: "The last one didn't last until today. It died in the Forbidden Forest about four days ago. The day before yesterday, I saw that stupid hybrid giant crying.

He ran out of the forbidden forest crying, carrying the corpse of the beast on his back."

"Today I want you to enjoy the fun of catching a unicorn..." Voldemort continued, "Don't worry, Quirrell will protect you."

"As you wish, teacher!" Ike looked extremely excited, holding the wand in his hand tightly, with enthusiasm and deep confidence in his eyes.

"Then, let's go..." Voldemort's voice became lower and lower. Quirrell also wrapped his scarf and put on his hood in time, and walked head-first into the depths of the dense forest.

With the experience from the last time, this time the two of them quickly found a lonely unicorn. Looking at the white creature in front of him, Ike always felt that it was filled with sadness.

He casually threw a cutting spell and accurately cut a scab on the unicorn's leg.

"Is it the one that ran away last time?"

"Obviously, yes."

The unicorn let out a scream, glanced at Ike, who was also wearing a black hooded robe, turned around and ran away. Ike threw another cutting spell, but it hit the unicorn's buttocks, leaving a trace on the ground.

There was a little bit of silvery white blood.

"It seems that your accuracy has improved a lot, Mr. Strider." Quirrell couldn't help but sigh when he saw that Ike had been hit by two spells.

"Of course, I haven't been idle these days."

Ike threw two floating spells on his and Quirrell's legs, and with a tap of his feet, he rushed far away, closely following the unicorn, and flew towards the unicorn with cutting spells and obstacle spells.

Some of them hit empty spaces, but once they hit, they staggered. Quirrell would also raise an earth wall from time to time to drive away and correct the direction of the unicorns.

Just like this, the unicorn chased at a leisurely pace. When it reached an open space, the unicorn finally couldn't hold on anymore. After a mournful cry, it fell to the ground. At this time, its four hooves, calves and body were covered with tiny tiny particles.

From the wound, silver-white blood flowed all the way.

"Teacher, I did it." Ike gave a slight salute.

"Very good, very good..." Comrade Lao Fu's voice sounded, and he turned to tell Quirrell, "Go, my servant, do what you should do..."

"Yes, Master." Quirrell replied, walked to the side of the unicorn in a few steps, and cast a cutting spell on the unicorn's neck, directly opening a wound half the size of a palm, silvery white.

A few splashes of blood spread out on the ground like a slowly flowing stream.

Quirrell lay down and swallowed heavily at the wound, feeling the power surge in his body again, feeling both satisfied and anxious inside.

"Ahhhhhh!"

Suddenly, a scream rang out, and Ike followed the sound and saw Malfoy being led by a dog, screaming and running away, leaving behind a little wizard wearing glasses who was covering the lightning-like scar on his forehead in pain.

It's Harry.

Ike quietly watched Harry kneel on the ground in pain, sighed secretly, glanced at the bushes behind Harry, raised his hand, and a red light flew over.

The speed of the red light was very fast, but even faster was an arrow flying out of the jungle. Ike's wand moved slightly, and the red light immediately changed its target and knocked the arrow aside. At this moment, an arrow with

The platinum-haired centaur stood between Ike and Harry.

Ike waved his wand, and two rays of red light flew towards the centaur. The centaur waved the bow in his hand, and actually scattered one of the red lights, and the other one hit Harry from under him, knocking him out.

I had to roll on the ground a few times and finally lay on my back.

While the centaur looked back to check on Harry, Ike skillfully cast the Disillusionment Charm and Silence on himself, and disappeared from the spot.

As for Quirrell, he left here long ago.

"Are you okay?" the centaur pulled Harry up and asked.

"It's okay, thank you." Harry didn't feel anything wrong with his body, and the scar on his forehead no longer hurt.

"Are you that boy from the Potter family? You'd better return to Hagrid as soon as possible. The Forbidden Forest is very dangerous recently. Two unicorns have died including Ryan." The centaur saw Harry's iconic sign.

Scar said, "It's too dangerous here!"

"By the way, my name is Firenze." The centaur added, playing with his front legs. "You can climb on my back, it will be faster."

"Okay." Harry didn't refuse. He eagerly wanted to return to the castle. He put his arms around the centaur's neck, and Harry climbed up easily.

As soon as he sat firmly, Harry suddenly noticed something flickering on his arm, which was where he had been hit.

Rolling up his sleeves and looking, he saw a five-pointed star with a faint red light.