Magical Studies at Hogwarts

Chapter 22 Black Magic

Getting along with Hermione has always been so dull.

Sitting opposite each other, you read your book, I read mine, without interfering with each other, there is a feeling of tranquility.

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

You go left, I go right.

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

Of course, this smile won't last long.

After greeting Stuart and others, Ike occasionally spoke a few words while eating a sumptuous dinner.

The days are flat, but inexplicably fulfilling.

Stewart was right, trying to fit in, it was really different.

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

The end of the Christmas holiday not only means that the little wizards will enter a state of intense study again, but also means that the Quidditch competition will start again.

After a clean loss to Hufflepuff in the first game, Ravenclaw is about to face a strong opponent Gryffindor.

This is a game where you can tell the result without looking at it. After bidding farewell to Stewart and others who were still hopeful, Ike came to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office on the third floor alone.

The three most powerful wizards in the world today, Grindelwald is imprisoned in Nurmengard, Dumbledore is the headmaster of Hogwarts, and Voldemort is attached to the back of Quirrell's head.

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

There he is!
"Please come in!"

Ike pushed the door open, looked at the nervous Quirrell, nodded slightly, and said, "Professor Quirrell, I have some questions to ask you. I wonder if it's convenient for you now?"

"When...of course, I...I'd be happy...to answer the little wizard's...question." Quirrell gestured for Ike to sit down, crossed his hands, and sat upright.

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

"There are also spells like the Crushing Curse and the Cutting Curse that can also cause harm to people. Why not black magic?"

Quirrell smiled when he heard the words, and then explained after a pause: "Mr. Strider, you...your understanding...has made a mistake, and whether it is black magic or not is not divided by whether it can hurt others or not. Exactly, you ignored the book... another description of black magic in the book."

"Aiming to hurt others... is indeed an important sign of black magic, but more importantly... black magic must have a strong desire to hurt others before... it can be successful."

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

Seeing Ike nodded, Quirrell went on to say: "With firm belief and a certain concentration, black magic is the embodiment of extreme and evil ideas. You must have a strong desire to hurt others or even hold the idea of ​​​​killing them to succeed. And How can a person who has this idea for a long time be normal? That's why it is said that black magic affects the mind and soul of wizards."

"Do you know the Three Unforgivable Curses?" Quirrell asked suddenly.

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

"What a clever and studious little wizard." Quirrell applauded, his tone full of admiration, "Mr. Strider, there are very few little wizards who know as much as you. That's right, the three Unforgivable Curses are They're all wicked, cruel magic, but that's not why they're '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 talk about how you felt when I cast the Unforgivable Curse on the spider."

Ike's tone was a little trembling: "I...I feel like you are casting these spells on me...it's terrifying, evil..."

"That's right!" Quirrell put away his wand and handed Ike a piece of chocolate, "As the most famous 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. Cutting curses and crushing curses are not included in the category of black magic even though they can also cause harm to people..."

"The main purpose of the Cutting Curse and the Crushing Curse is not to hurt others, but black magic is..."

Quirrell leaned forward, looked at Ike's blue eyes showing obvious fear, and said slowly: "Of course, there is another simpler way to divide. It can be easily controlled by wizards, causing The damage that can be easily healed is the so-called 'white magic', otherwise, it is black magic!"

"Mr. Strider, do you understand?"

Quirrell's eyes showed three points of inquiry, three points of scrutiny, and four points of self-confidence, and Ike also showed three points of understanding, three points of fear, and four points of yearning.

As if he had finally made up his mind after struggling for a long time, Ike fixed his eyes on Quirrell.

"Professor, can...can you teach me black 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 that Hogwarts strictly prohibits. In fact, among the three major magic schools in Europe, only Durmstrang has courses that specifically teach black magic."

"After all, black magic is evil and cruel, and it's too dangerous for a little 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 great power."

"But, Mr. Strider, that reason does not convince me."

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

"Professor, I need strength!"

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

Ike stood up a little disappointed, bowed slightly to Quirrell, turned around and was about to leave.

As soon as he walked to the door, he heard a sentence behind him:

"Come to my office at seven o'clock every Saturday night, and I hope you will not be late, Mr. Strider..."

"Okay, Professor Quirrell..."

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(End of this chapter)