Magical Studies at Hogwarts

Chapter 25 The Second Lecture

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

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

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

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

The dark circles under the eyes are thick, and they are almost the same as those painted on purpose.

"Professor Quirrell."

"Mr. Strider."

After greeting each other, Quirrell motioned 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 I start, 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, and then said: "Then, next, what you have to learn is another Unforgivable Curse..."

"Drilling Curse!"

Quirrell still used the spider as a demonstration. Under his spell, the spider curled up in pain and kept shaking.Gradually, venom and spider silk poured out uncontrollably until it remained motionless.

The whole process lasted for 1 minute, even just looking at it, Ike got goose bumps all over his body.

With a wave of his wand, the dead spider flew into a nearby trash can.A strange inexplicable emotion flashed across Quirrell's eyes, and he suddenly pointed his wand at Ike.

"Deep to the bone!"

Two seconds later, Ike collapsed to the ground.In the past two seconds, Ike felt as if someone had pulled his intestines out of his mouth with bare hands, and at the same time, countless people were pinching every inch of his skin with their nails.His head seemed to hit the corner of the window, his toes kicked to the corner of the table, and his nails were slowly pulled out one by one with pliers.

It was like being punched in the stomach, hit with a stick in the back, and then thrown into the washing machine and spun wildly.

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

Two seconds, only two seconds...

"I have always felt that for the study of black magic, only by experiencing it can we understand it better, especially the Cruciatus Curse of the Three Unforgivable Curses..."

Quirrell waved his wand, put Ike on the chair, and stood in front of Ike, condescending, with an indescribably indifferent tone.

"The Cruciatus Curse will make people feel piercing pain. This kind of pain will make people feel unbearable. If the curse is cast continuously, it will even make the victim go crazy and even die."

"Please tell me, Mr. Strider, have you suffered from the Cruciatus Curse?"

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

"Very good." Quirrell nodded, sat back in his chair, picked up one of the papers on it, and began to correct it.

"Remember this feeling, this is what you have to think about when you want to cast a spell. You have to have a strong idea of ​​making the other person die, and imagine that all the tortures in the world from ancient times to the present are inflicted on the target at the same time."

"Then recite the spell..."

"If all goes well, you'll see the pain, the pain you just felt."

Quirrell gave the paper in front of him an A, put it aside, and took out another paper 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. You know where the spider is..."

Ike sat on the chair blankly, his body still trembling uncontrollably.

He had no idea that Quirrell would use the Cruciatus Curse on him, let alone that the Cruciatus Curse would be so painful.No wonder Neville's parents went insane under the spell, and are still in the spell injury ward of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.

"Sooner or later, I'll let you taste the Cruciatus Curse!" Ike cursed inwardly, and it took a while before he felt that his hands and feet belonged to him again.

Struggle to get up, move step by step to the box in the corner, take out a glass bottle from it, and put the spider on the ground.

"Quirrell... Quirrell... Quirrell..."

"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 glanced at the wand in his hand.

"Deep to the bone!"

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

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

"Burning flames!"

A cloud of flame fell on the spider, burning it to ashes, leaving only a small black spot on the floor and a barely audible wisp of burnt stench.

"Mr. Strayer..." Quirrell came to Ike's side at some point, glanced at the black spots on the ground, and said slowly, "I am surprised by your talent in black magic, isn't the difficulty of the Cruciatus Curse The death curse can be compared..."

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

"And you, you seem to be fine."

"In order to learn magic, I can bear it." Ike didn't look at Quirrell, still staring at the black spot on the ground.

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

"You are just a little wizard in the first grade. Even if you have outstanding talent and strong willpower, you still need some time to adjust yourself."

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

Quirrell patted Ike on the shoulder, and his words were meaningful: "This is a black magic book I collected. Take a look. When we see you next time, I hope you at least understand what it says..."

"Then, we can learn new magic..."

"Believe me, its difficulty is not so high..."

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

Through the stairs, instead of going back to the dormitory, Ike went to the Hogwarts kitchen.

Greeting a few little badgers with a smile, Ike sat down at the dining table.

"Ogilvy!"

Ogilvy suddenly appeared beside Ike, still looking cowardly.

"Is there anything you want, Mr. Strider."

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

"Of course, meeting the needs of little wizards is the mission of the house elves." Ogilvy snapped his fingers, and a plate of mango pudding, a large bowl of cockroaches 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 and threw them into the milk, and took a big gulp.

"Chocolate milk, God forever!"

(End of this chapter)