Magical Studies at Hogwarts

Getting along with Hermione has always been so dull.

Sitting opposite each other, you read your book and I read mine, without interfering with each other. It gives a feeling of peace and tranquility over time.

When it was dinner time, they each chose the books they wanted to borrow and walked into the auditorium together.

You go left, I go right.

Ike enjoyed this simple process, which gave him a very familiar and enjoyable feeling, so much so that he often had a faint smile on his face after the two separated.

Of course, this smile won't last long.

After greeting Stewart and others, Ike occasionally chatted with them while eating a sumptuous dinner.

The days are dull, but inexplicably fulfilling.

Stewart is right, trying to blend in makes a real difference.

It's a pity that even under the influence of seven Quidditch enthusiasts, Ike still didn't like this sport.

The end of the Christmas vacation not only means that the little wizards will enter an intense state of study again, but it also means that the Quidditch game is about to begin again.

After losing cleanly to Hufflepuff in the first game, Ravenclaw is about to face its powerful enemy Gryffindor.

This was a game where you knew the outcome without even watching. After saying goodbye to Stewart and others who still had hope, Ike came alone to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office on the third floor.

The three most powerful wizards in the world today, Grindelwald imprisoned himself in Nurmengarde, Dumbledore is the principal of Hogwarts, and Voldemort lingers on the back of Quirrell's head.

Nurmengard is far away from England, and Dumbledore often disappears, but Voldemort is easy to find.

There he is!

"Please come in!"

Ike pushed the door open and came in. He looked at the somewhat nervous Quirrell, nodded slightly, and said, "Professor Quirrell, I have some questions to ask you. Is it convenient for you now?"

"Of course...I'm...I'm happy to...answer the little wizard's...questions." Quirrell motioned for Ike to sit down, crossed his hands, and sat upright.

"That's right, Professor." Ike said, "I learned from the "Dark Power Self-Defense Guide" that black magic is evil magic with the purpose of harming others, but curses and some mischievous spells can also cause the same The effect will not be classified into the scope of black magic."

"There are also spells like crushing spells and cutting spells that can also cause harm to people. Why not black magic?"

Quirrell smiled when he heard this, paused and then explained: "Mr. Strider, you...your understanding...there is an error. It does not matter whether it is black magic based on whether it can harm others... Exactly, you ignored the book...another description of dark magic in the book."

"The purpose of harming others... is indeed an important sign of black magic, but more importantly... black magic must have a strong desire to hurt others in order to... be successful."

"You...you should know the four...four basic elements of magic release."

Seeing Ike nodded, Quirrell continued: "With firm belief and a certain concentration, black magic is the embodiment of extreme and evil thoughts. You must have a strong desire to harm others or even the idea of ​​killing the other person to succeed. And How can a person who has held such thoughts for a long time be normal? That’s why there is a saying that black magic will affect the mind and soul of wizards.”

"Do you know the three unforgivable curses?" Quirrell suddenly asked.

Ike hesitated for a moment and replied in a low voice: "I know, Professor. The Seizing Curse, Cruciatus Curse and Death Curse, these three curses are extremely evil and cruel magic. Once used on people, they will be sent to the prison." Life in Azkaban."

"What a smart and studious little wizard." Quirrell applauded, his tone full of admiration, "Mr. Strider, few little wizards know as much as you do. Yes, the three unforgivable curses are They are all extremely evil and cruel magic, but that is not the reason why they are 'unforgivable'."

Quirrell took out his wand, summoned three spiders, and demonstrated the three unforgivable curses to Ike one by one.Looking at Ike's frightened pale face, he said softly: "Don't be afraid. Now you can tell me how you felt when I cast the Unforgivable Curse on the spider."

Ike's tone was trembling: "I...I feel like you are casting these spells on me...I am very scary and evil..."

"That's right!" Quirrell put away his wand and handed Ike a piece of chocolate. "As the most well-known and representative form of black magic, you can clearly feel the evil, cruel, and terrifying side of black magic."

"In fact, this is why black magic is black magic. Although cutting spells and crushing spells can also cause harm to people, they are not included in the category of black magic..."

"The main purpose of cutting spells and crushing spells is not to harm others, but black magic is..."

Quirrell leaned forward, looked at Ike's blue eyes that showed obvious fear, and said slowly: "Of course, there is another simpler way of division. The wizard can easily control the power and cause The damage that can be easily cured is the so-called 'white magic', and the opposite is black magic!"

"Mr. Strider, do you understand?"

Quirrell's eyes showed three parts exploration, three parts scrutiny and four parts confidence. Ike also showed three parts understanding, three parts fear and four parts yearning.

As if he finally made up his mind after struggling for a long time, Ike stared at Quirrell.

"Professor, can...can you teach me dark magic?"

Quirrell straightened his body, looked at Ike carefully for a while, and then asked word by word: "Mr. Strider, can you tell me why you want to learn black magic?"

"This is something strictly prohibited at Hogwarts. In fact, of the three major magic schools in Europe, only Durmstrang has courses specifically teaching dark magic."

"After all, black magic is evil and cruel, and it is too dangerous for a young wizard like you, even under the guidance of a professor."

Ike was silent for a long time before he said firmly: "Because black magic is powerful!"

"Powerful? Of course!" Quirrell suddenly smiled, "Every wizard yearns for powerful power."

"But, Mr. Stride, this reason does not persuade me."

Ike hesitated for a moment and said slowly: "I need power, unrivaled power..."

"Professor, I need power!"

Quirrell stared into Ike's eyes, and Ike stared into Quirrell's eyes.For a while, Quirrell didn't speak.

Ike stood up a little disappointed, bowed slightly to Quirrell, turned around and left.

As soon as I walked to the door, I heard a sentence coming from behind:

"Come to my office every Saturday at seven o'clock. I hope you won't be late, Mr. Strider..."

"Okay, Professor Quirrell..."