Magical Studies at Hogwarts

"You go back first." Ike whispered to the four of them.

Since there was already one victim, Stewart and others were slightly safer. However, it still cannot be ruled out that Comrade Xiao Fu suddenly went crazy and caused new attacks in public.

"Go back to the dormitory, it's safer than here." Seeing that the four of them were unmoved, Ike quickly advised them.

"So where are you..." Stewart asked.

"I want to confirm something." Ike shook his head and once again motioned for the four of them to leave quickly. Although Stewart and others were worried when they saw this, they decided to follow Ike's arrangement and left against the crowd.

After the four people left, Ike returned his attention. He moved to the front, frowning, and looked at Roger lying motionless on the ground from a distance.

He took out the glasses given by Dumbledore from his pocket and put them on, feeling a little relieved.

The magic power is still flowing in Roger's body, slowly but surely, which means he is still alive, which is a good thing.

Ike is very afraid that Comrade Xiaofu will directly kill him. This is not impossible to happen. It seems to be okay for now, but in the future, it is uncertain.

"Get out of the way, don't crowd around here, everyone go back to the dormitories!" Professor McGonagall's voice came from outside the crowd, and with her voice the crowd naturally made way for them.

"Prefects, take all the students from your own colleges back!" Professor McGonagall gave the order again, with a very serious tone.

At this moment, a Ravenclaw student raised his hand, with audible fear in his tone: "Teacher...Professor, I...we have no prefect..."

Professor McGonagall glanced at the student, then at Roger lying on the ground. Before he could speak, Professor Flitwick arrived.

"I'll take them back first, Minerva, and I'll find you later."

"Excuse me, Filius."

Professor Flitwick nodded slightly and clapped his hands, attracting the attention of the eaglets.

"Okay kids, come back to the dormitory with me now and sleep well."

One by one, the eaglets followed Professor Flitwick and walked towards the Ravenclaw Tower. Ike did not move, still standing there, quietly looking at Roger and the bloody words on the wall in a daze.

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Professor McGonagall knew something and did not say anything. Instead, she urged the prefects from other colleges to take the students back quickly.

After a noisy moment, Professor McGonagall was the only one left beside Roger.

"Mr. Strider," said Professor McGonagall, "help me carry Mr. Davis to the campus hospital, where Dumbledore and the others are waiting for us."

Ike nodded, took out his wand and clicked it in the air, and Roger's body immediately floated up. Then he followed Professor McGonagall and walked towards the school hospital.

When they arrived at the school hospital, Dumbledore, Snape, Sprout and Madam Pomfrey were all there. Madam Pomfrey took Roger and put him on a hospital bed, and then started a series of examinations.

After a while, Professor Flitwick, who was sending the students off, also arrived. After waiting for a while, Mrs. Pomfrey sighed helplessly. Seeing this, Dumbledore asked: "Poppy, how is Mr. Davis?"

"He's still alive, that's all I can say." Madam Pomfrey looked sad and confused, "But I can't tell why he became like this."

"Maybe it's black magic, maybe it's a curse, I can't be sure. This is something I've never seen before."

Dumbledore walked to Roger's bed in silence, took out his wand, and recited some magic spell in his mouth, and the tip of the wand glowed with sky blue light.

Touching Roger's head gently, the blue light rippled like water ripples, spread in circles, and then disappeared into Roger's body.

Faintly, a wisp of black mist appeared from Roger's body, but it shrank back as soon as it appeared.

"I probably know what it is." Dumbledore put away his wand and said, "This is a curse, an evil, cruel curse."

Dumbledore paused for a moment, seeming to be lost in memories. Dumbledore had not spoken for a long time.

"What curse? Albus?" Seeing this, Professor McGonagall had no choice but to interrupt Dumbledore's thinking.

"Sorry, Minerva." After coming back to his senses, Dumbledore continued, "That was almost fifty years ago..."

"Back then, I traveled with... that person, looking for the true meaning of magic. In Istanbul, we accidentally got involved in a trouble..."

"That was the first time I saw this curse..."

Pushing up the glasses on his nose, Dumbledore continued: "We all know that in Africa, in addition to Wagadu Magic School, there is also the inheritance of voodoo. These are the two largest magic inheritances in Africa.

Branch."

"But among some small tribes, there are still some primitive magics handed down from ancient times..."

"Because these magics are very weird and go against our understanding of magic, many people think that they are weird and evil. But in fact, in my opinion, these magics..."

"Albus!" Seeing that Dumbledore was getting more and more biased, Professor McGonagall immediately interrupted.

"Ah, sorry, Minerva." Dumbledore smiled, "What did I say just now... Oh, by the way, curse!"

"Yes, a very primitive but vicious curse!"

"It has only one function, and that is to extend your life!"

Dumbledore glanced at Ike inadvertently, and then said: "It can connect one person's life to another person, but unilaterally, the life force of the cursed person will slowly nourish the other person, and this process will continue for a while.

Until two months, until the life force of the cursed person is completely drained."

"During the entire process, the cursed person, like Mr. Davis, is completely unconscious and will only wake up at the moment when his life is completely exhausted, but only for a moment."

"At that moment, all the accumulated pain of the cursed person in the past two months will be superimposed and explode in an instant, and then he will sacrifice his last life to the person who imposed the curse."

"Is there no way to crack it? Albus." Professor McGonagall asked.

Dumbledore shook his head and said: "As far as I know, there is no other way except to kill the person who cast the spell."

The school hospital fell into dead silence, so quiet that everyone's breathing could be heard clearly.

"Mr. Strider..." Dumbledore looked at Ike with a dull look, "You have to hurry up and find him. Although this curse will last for a month or two, the lost vitality is not so easy to recover.

If it goes too long, Mr. Davis will permanently lose part of it."

Ike is not surprised that Dumbledore made the matter clear in front of so many people. Everyone in the school hospital at this time is his staunch supporter. It is not surprising that he knows some things about Ike.

In fact, when Ike saw that there was no Lockhart in the school hospital, he already knew that this scene was bound to happen.

"I understand." Ike nodded and then asked, "But Professor, do you just rely on me?"

"Yes, Mr. Strider..."

"No one else can interfere in this matter," Dumbledore said. "Do you remember the bloody writing on the wall?"

"Remember: come to me, this is the first one!"

"Yes, Mr. Strider, I can tell you clearly that it is also an ancient contract magic, magic that only works on you." Dumbledore's expression looked a little serious, and his tone was much more serious, "

Remember that special gift you received at Christmas? This contract has been signed since then without your knowledge..."

"Sacrifice your cherished life as a sacrifice to the devil. Under the power of magic, you have signed a life and death contract."

Dumbledore took out a wand that looked like a human finger bone and pointed it at Ike. The tip of the wand emitted a soft white light that surrounded Ike. Under the white light, Ike was surprised to find that wisps of blood suddenly appeared in his body.

Red mist. The red mist slowly gathered, eventually forming two entangled snakes above the head.

"Sure enough, just as I expected." Dumbledore sighed.

"In a life-and-death contract, only one person can live between you and him..."