Magical Studies at Hogwarts

Unicorns are very fast. After losing the constraints of the terrain, even if one of them almost had a hoof cut off, it still quickly disappeared without a trace after getting into the dense forest.

Quirrell braced his knees with both hands. After a long battle, the fierce pursuit from behind made his bear swell like a bellows.Ike looked even worse. He sat down on the ground and leaned against the tree, half dead.

"It seems we can only come back tomorrow." After resting for a while, Quirrell panted and said, "It will be easy to find it after it is so seriously injured."

Ike nodded when he heard this, looked at Quirrell hesitantly, and said nothing more.

"Go back first and have a good sleep. It will be the same time tomorrow night, Mr. Strider." As soon as he finished speaking, Quirrell disappeared into the dense forest.

"The Disillusionment Curse? Who wouldn't be the same?" Ike curled his lips, cast a Disappearance Curse on himself, and walked back in the direction of the castle.

For the first time, Ike realized that acting is such a tiring thing.With his level of magic, even if he can't perform as well as he should in the face of the fast unicorn, the basic level of the magic spell is there, so it won't be so unbearable.

Fortunately, neither Quirrell nor Voldemort knew Ike's true level of magic, but they had a deep understanding of his learning ability.Therefore, even if Ike disrupted Quirrell's offensive rhythm from time to time, Comrade Lao Fu and Quirrell did not blame him, but were very satisfied.

After all, for a first-year wizard, this performance is already very good.

It was already 01:30 when he returned to the dormitory. Looking at the two sleeping people, Ike couldn't help but feel relieved.After hanging a lighting spell next to his bed, Ike covered his head with the quilt and fell asleep soon.

When he woke up, Ike still felt a little dizzy and his body was a little sore.Shaking his groggy head, Ike looked up and saw the two big faces of Stuart and Terry.

"Just come back when you come back. Why do you have to hang up such a ball of light?" Stewart's words were full of grievances and complaints. "God knows how scared I was by the ball of light when I woke up in the middle of the night. Liang Tangtang thought he had overslept!"

"My fault, my fault." Ike admitted his mistake again and again with a smile, "I will wake you up directly next time."

"Don't!" The two hurriedly waved their hands and shook their heads. They knew very well that Ike was completely capable of such a thing.

"Wait, there's a next time?" Terry suddenly woke up, "Ike, what trouble did you encounter? Tell us, maybe there are other solutions?"

"Sorry." Ike showed a hint of apology, "This matter is very dangerous. If you get involved, I can't guarantee your safety."

"But don't worry, I'm fine, I will take care of myself." Ike stretched, "Of course, if I still haven't come back by the agreed time, remember to find the professor."

"I know." Terry nodded, "But if we really go to find the professor, where can we find you, Ike!"

Ike was stunned when he heard this. He really hadn't thought about this problem.I remember when I was reading novels, people in the books didn’t need prompts when they were looking for someone!

After thinking for a moment, Ike made a decision: "In the recent period, if nothing happens, I will go to the Forbidden Forest. If I don't go to the Forbidden Forest one day, I will tell you again."

Patting the two of them on the shoulders, Ike said with a smile: "I rely on you for my backup."

"Don't worry, we'll take care of it!" Stewart patted his chest and vowed, "There's still no problem with this."

"Of course, I believe you." Ike smiled and walked towards the auditorium with the two of them.

After breakfast, Ike came to his old place in the library.Hermione rarely came in the past half month. Ike knew that this was a critical moment when Hagrid's dragon was hatching, and the three of them should be in Hagrid's hut.

Although Ike also wanted to achieve the achievement of dragon mastering, it was a pity that except for Hermione, Ike was not familiar with the other Gryffindor people, and he had no interaction with Hagrid, so he could only think about it.

After spending the day peacefully, at night, after setting a time with Stuart and Terry, Ike dived into the Forbidden Forest again.

I don’t know what time Quirrell arrived, but it looked like Ike had been standing there for a while when he arrived.He stepped forward respectfully, with impeccable etiquette: "Great Dark Lord! Your students greet you!"

"Hey~hey~hey~" Voldemort's laughter was still so magical, "Child, when did you become my student?"

Ike made a frightened and disappointed expression at the right time, and his voice was full of disbelief: "But, didn't you promise to teach me magic yesterday?"

"Hey~hey~hey~" Judging from the voice, Comrade Lao Fu should be very happy, "It's just a joke, kid, the Dark Lord's promise will always be valid."

"Praise you! Teacher!" Ike held the wand in front of his chest, chin slightly, and his body trembled inadvertently.

"Okay, okay, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future, Ike." As soon as he finished speaking, Voldemort's voice became cold again, "Quirrell, go ahead and find that beast, we don't have much time."

"As you wish, Master!" Quirrell replied respectfully, looking back at Ike, "Let's go."

After finishing speaking, he followed the traces on the ground and walked deeper into the Forbidden Forest.

Ike followed behind, maintaining a humble and serious state, scanning the surroundings with his eyes, holding the wand tightly in his hand, and heightened his vigilance.

Seven points of this performance is to further improve Comrade Lao Fu's favorability, and three points is to guard against other creatures in the forbidden forest.

For wizards, tracking targets is not difficult, and the tracking spell was invented for this purpose.As long as there are items, hair or blood on the target, and the tracking spell is cast, the tip of the wand will point straight to the location of the target.

The two of them, one after the other, quickly shuttled through the dense forest in the direction pointed by Quirrell's wand, and it took a while before they stopped.

Looking at the unicorn lying on the ground not far ahead and licking its wounds, Quirrell stopped the tracking spell and whispered: "Mr. Strider, just do what you did yesterday. After I trap it, Use the Obstruction Charm to assist me."

"Okay, Professor." Ike nodded, his face full of determination.

Seeing this, Quirrell turned around, adjusted his condition slightly, started the transformation spell, surrounded by a fire spell, and then threw a cutting spell.Ike also raised his concentration at the right time, and followed with two obstacle spells aimed at the unicorn's limbs.

The injured unicorn was much weaker in flexibility, but Quirrell had basically recovered his fighting strength after a day's rest. Even without Ike, it was not difficult to deal with an injured and lonely unicorn.

After a while, even though Ike was trying hard to hold back, the unicorn still fell under Quirrell's intensive attack.

Quirrell waved his wand, canceling the surrounding earth wall and flames. He walked to the unicorn that was lying on the ground and groaning, and stared at the dying creature.

"Quick! Quick! Quick!" Voldemort's weak voice was full of joy and eagerness, "Drink this damn blood!"

"Master, I..." Quirrell hesitated a little. He knew very well what kind of curse would be caused by drinking the blood of such a pure creature after hurting a unicorn. The moment he drank the blood of a unicorn, he could no longer be cursed. Call it a human being.

With his current physical condition, Quirrell felt that he could still hold on for a while, but it was a pity that Voldemort didn't think much of it.

Biting the wound on the unicorn's body, Quirrell felt extremely regretful as he groaned in pain:

In the summer of 1991, how wonderful it would be if we did not go to the Albanian forest to search for traces of the Dark Lord...