Magical Studies at Hogwarts

When they returned to the dormitory, Stuart and Terry had already gotten up and were about to go out to find Professor Flitwick. When Ike came back, they each threw a pillow over and lay back on the bed.

The quilt covered me and I fell asleep heartlessly.

Ike waved his hand and stopped the two pillows. Looking at Stewart's neat movements, he shrugged and carefully put the pillows back in place.

After mastering the coma spell, it was almost ten o'clock when Ike woke up again.

There are no classes on Friday morning, and there will be another herbal medicine class in the afternoon, which will end all the first-grade courses. Starting next Monday, there will be the final exam.

The exam lasts for a whole week, and each subject at Hogwarts has to be taken twice a week. The first time is the theory test, and the second time is the practical test.

The first test was the Potions class. Professor Snape did not make it too difficult for the young wizards. He just gave a sheet with one hundred fill-in-the-blank questions, one hundred true-false questions and three essay questions, asking him to write down the scabies potion.

Just detailed steps for making healing potions and cold potions.

It wasn't that difficult, but there were too many things to write. Ike saw some little wizards start sweating on their foreheads and trembling all over the moment they received the test questions.

Well...that's Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley.

Ike scanned the questions from beginning to end. It was indeed not difficult. They were all things Snape had taught in class. Picking up a special anti-cheating quill, Ike started answering questions quickly from the beginning.

"Shashasha..."

"Shashasha..."

The sound of the quill rapidly scratching on the parchment sounded in the examination room almost simultaneously, and then became one. Ike was not distracted, ignoring Snape who was floating around like a ghost in the classroom, and quickly finished his answer.

The History of Magic in the afternoon was even simpler. For so many years, Professor Binns's exams have required him to write down the history of a historical event, and these are all in the thick "History of Magic". It is not difficult for Ike.

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Although he couldn't memorize the entire book like Hermione, he could still memorize what Professor Binns taught.

The theoretical exams for Charms, Transfiguration, Herbalism and Defense Against the Dark Arts are similar to those for Potions, but there are not as many questions. It is not difficult for those who listen carefully to get full marks.

What is really difficult is practice.

Professor Flitwick asked the little wizards to try to make a pineapple tap dance across a desk, Professor McGonagall asked a mouse to turn into a snuff box, and Professor Sprout asked the students to handle fresh food.

This is basically a hands-on exam.

Potions class is a bit troublesome. You have to prepare the forgetting potion independently and face pressure from Snape. Many young wizards, especially little lions, have made big or small mistakes under this pressure, and

Whenever this happened, Snape would sneer and at the same time pick up his quill and scratch the notebook hard.

Then, as expected, the person who was scratched made another mistake, until he collapsed and burst into tears.

Ike remained unmoved and successfully completed the making of the forgetting potion. As expected, it was another o.

Stretching out of the Potions classroom and back to the common room, the eaglets were finally relieved after almost a month of tension. Stuart and Michael complained about Snape's abomination, while Anthony, Morag and Mandy were making calculations.

their respective achievements.

Ike sat in the same position, happily summoning the sealed pile of cockroaches, squinting his eyes to feel the pleasure of cum, which was very satisfying.

Unfortunately, happy times are always short-lived. Just after eating five or six meals, an owl passed through the lounge window and landed in front of Ike.

After taking off the note tied to the owl's feet, Ike opened it and took a look. Ike stood up directly. He walked to Stewart who was complaining happily, reached out and patted his shoulder. Under Stewart's somewhat surprised eyes, he whispered softly.

Said: "One hour."

Then, go straight to the right corridor on the fourth floor of the castle.

Quirrell had been waiting in front of the wooden door for a while. When Ike arrived, he didn't say much. He pointed his wand at the door lock and waved an unlocking spell, and the wooden door opened in response.

The three-headed dog Lu Wei behind the door looked at the two people in front of him fiercely, and let out a low warning sound. His three mouths slowly opened, and his saliva kept falling to the ground.

Quirrell calmly took out a small harp from his robe, pointed his wand at the harp and started playing automatically. When Lu Wei heard the music, his eyelids unconsciously drooped, and after a while he lay down and started to tremble.

Snored.

"The three-headed dog is a very ferocious and cruel creature." Quirrell put the harp aside and kicked the sleeping Lu Wei while saying, "Its bite force is amazing, and its saliva also contains toxins.

It’s very troublesome after being bitten.”

"I have been trying to deal with him, and I finally learned the weakness of that stupid hybrid giant."

"Actually, I should have thought of it earlier. According to the legend, Orpheus in ancient Greece entered the underworld in order to bring back his dead wife Eurydice from the underworld. He used his harp to play the beautiful music that made the three heads tremble.

Cerberus the dog fell asleep and was able to escape from the underworld..." Quirrell sighed, "I actually forgot this!"

"It's normal. We always overlook some obvious things." Ike opened the trap door that Lu Wei was guarding, threw down a ball of soft white light, and saw the creeping vines below.

"Professor, there is something down there!" Ike said.

"Of course." Quirrell came over to take a look, "Dumbledore asked each of us to arrange a level to protect the Sorcerer's Stone. This should be Sprout's arrangement."

"You can't see clearly from this distance. You'll know by jumping down." Quirrell said and jumped down. Ike moved his left hand and jumped down too.

The two of them were caught by the soft and flexible vines, but then they felt that the vines wrapped around their bodies and slowly tightened.

"Devil's Net?" Ike said, "This thing is not difficult to deal with."

"Of course, strong light and flame are their natural enemies." Quirrell raised his right hand high, "Fluorescence flashes!"

A huge, bright and dazzling light ball appeared at the tip of the staff, and the devil's net quickly receded as expected. Ike put a shock-absorbing spell on the two of them in time, and they landed safely on the ground.

Quirrell put away the lighting spell, straightened his clothes a little, and said to Ike: "A very beautiful shock-absorbing spell, Mr. Strider."

Ike smiled and said nothing. Quirrell glanced at the smiling Ike, said nothing, and walked deeper into the stone corridor.

After a while, the two came to the second level.

Hundreds of keys with wings were flying in the sky, and there were several flying broomsticks nearby, all of which were old models and very worn out.

"Petrified them all!" Quirrell waved his wand, but the key in the sky seemed not to be affected at all, and continued to fly leisurely. Another freezing spell had no effect.

"It seems that this is Flitwick's work. These keys have been released with magic, and control spells do not work." Quirrell put away his wand and turned to look at Ike, "Mr. Strider, we

You need to get on the broomstick to grab the key that opens the door. How was your flying lesson score?"

"That's not good, Professor." Ike shrugged, "Mrs. Hooch said I could barely get an A in my flying class. I'm glad I won't have this class next year."

"Then I'll be the only one on it." Quirrell picked up a broom that looked better, turned over and rode on it, his feet flew up with a little force, and he plunged into the flying keys.

I don't know what kind of magic Professor Flitwick cast on these keys. As soon as Quirrell flew up, they started spinning wildly, like a tornado, constantly besieging Quirrell.

Although it didn't hurt, there were too many keys, which made Quirrell very embarrassed.

Quirrell grabbed the broom with one hand and covered his kerchief with the other, looking carefully for the correct key. After a while, Quirrell found a large antique silver key, and his intuition told him that this was the correct one.

Silver Key seemed to realize that he had been discovered, and moved quickly to avoid Quirrell's first attack. Seeing this scene, Quirrell was sure that he had found the target, and regardless of how painful it would be if he was hit, he plunged in

In the key group.

Ike looked up at Quirrell, who was surrounded by people, and showed an anxious look at the right time. After a while, he saw Quirrell swooping down, holding the key in his hand, and directly lifted it from the broom as he approached the ground.

Jump down, run to the wooden door in a few steps, roughly insert the key into the keyhole, twist it to the right, and open the wooden door.

"Come in! Ike!" Quirrell ducked into the other end of the door and hurriedly greeted Ike. Ike also ran two steps quickly, pulled out the key from the door, threw it into the group of keys coming from behind, and ran

After entering the door, Quirrell closed the door smoothly.

There was a "bang bang bang" sound, and the wooden door finally stopped vibrating.

"Healed as before!" Quirrell cast a healing spell on his arms and face, and the wounds scratched by the key healed visibly. After another cleansing spell, even the blood was gone.

Only then did he pay attention to the rows of huge statues in the darkness.

"Plop, plop, plop" followed by continuous sounds, torches lit up one after another, illuminating the whole room brightly. Only then did I realize that those statues were chess pieces.

"Wizard's chess? It seems to be McGonagall's work." Quirrell stretched out his wand with a smile, turned to Ike and said, "Mr. Strider, I don't think we need to follow the rules in this level..."

"How's your crushing spell?"

"Shattered to pieces!" As soon as Quirrell finished his words, he saw one chess piece being beaten to pieces, and the other chess pieces turned around, pulled out their weapons, and moved towards the two of them.

"It should be pretty good." Ike shrugged, "At least there's no problem in dealing with these."

"That's easy." Quirrell nodded, and he and Ike cleared all the chess pieces on the chessboard, and successfully arrived at the door of the next level.

As soon as he opened the door, Ike smelled a familiar stench, and then saw a giant monster looking over stupidly.

Two cutting spells passed over and cut off half of the monster's neck. The monster took two steps forward before falling weakly to the ground. After a loud noise, Ike felt that the smell in the room was even worse.

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He followed Quirrell to the next room, and as soon as he entered the door, purple flames rose. At the same time, black flames also burst out of the door leading to the front.

"A variant of fierce fire?" Quirrell walked to the black flame, identified it and whispered. Ike came to the table in the middle of the room, picked up the parchment on it, read it silently, and looked at the table again.

seven bottles of different shapes.

"It seems that this was arranged by Professor Snape." Ike said.

"Hey~hey~hey~Snape? What a nostalgic name..." Comrade Lao Fu, who had been quiet all this time, suddenly said, "But we don't need them..."

"Come here, come forward... I'll teach you a little magic spell: the fire control spell. You can easily pass through the flame obstacles here. We shouldn't play any logical reasoning games here..."

Ike quickly learned this spell. He pointed his wand at the flame in front of him and recited the spell. The black flame immediately separated from the middle, revealing a gap for two people to stand side by side.

"Hey~hey~hey~, very good...very good..." Voldemort praised a few words and then fell silent again. Quirrell walked through the gap head-on, and Ike followed after him while maintaining the spell.

The last room was brightly lit, except for a mirror in the middle. Quirrell was standing in front of the mirror, groping around on the mirror constantly, like a monkey.

"It's right here! It's right here!" Voldemort's voice was urgent, "I can feel it, it's right here! Get it! Get it quickly!"

Quirrell didn't say anything. He was groping around on the mirror with one hand, and flipping through his pockets with the other. After working for a while, he found nothing. Only then did he notice the top of the magnificent mirror with a golden frame.

Engraved with a line of words:

"Eris Stella Ohru Ayite Ubi Kafulu Ayiteon Voorhees"

Quirrell lowered his hands, stared at this line of text with his eyes, and murmured:

"The Mirror of Erised..."