Magical Studies at Hogwarts

Chapter 24 Chocolate Milk
After relaxing in the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office for a while, Ike calmed down his thoughts.

"Professor, then I'm leaving." Ike nodded slightly to Quirrell, his eyes still bloodshot.

"Go back, eat more desserts, it will make you feel better." Quirrell said slowly with some expectation.

"Professor..." Ike turned around and stopped after taking two steps, then turned around and asked, "See you next Saturday?"

"Of course, Mr. Strider." Quirrell replied with a smile.

Watching Ike leave, Quirrell's face was full of respect.

"Master, he has left."

"Quirinus, my servant." Voldemort's voice sounded, the tone was drawn very long and very weak.

"Owner."

"You are doubting my decision, Quirinus."

"No! Master!" Quirrell bent even lower.

"No? Very good..."

"This little wizard, he has unparalleled talent and is full of desire for power..."

"But, master..." Quirrell hesitated, "He almost collapsed just now, I... I'm afraid he won't be able to meet your expectations..."

"That's okay." Voldemort's voice dropped, "That's not the main thing..."

"The Philosopher's Stone, Quirrell, the Philosopher's Stone..."

"Yes, master." Quirrell waited quietly for a long time, but before Voldemort's voice sounded again, he couldn't help but relax a little, got up and pushed open the office door, not knowing where he went.

Ike knew that Voldemort had a little interest in him, otherwise he would not have instructed Quirrell to teach himself, but now he has no time to think about what Comrade Voldemort is planning.

Going straight back to the dormitory, I took out the paper bag containing the pile of cockroaches from the drawer, quickly stuffed two into my mouth, and closed my eyes to feel the beauty of the explosion of taste buds.

After a while, Ike let out a long sigh of relief, sank into the soft bed, and tapped his head with the wand in his right hand.

Worthy of the name of the most evil and cruel black magic, using the death curse many times must always maintain a strong killing intent, even if you are facing spiders and rabbits, this feeling of ending your life by yourself in a short period of time still makes Ike There is a delusion of schizophrenia.

It seems that there is a pure, evil, tyrannical personality in his body that wants to kill everyone, and he keeps attacking his inner defense line.

Just a little bit, really just a little bit...

Last time, when Ike was about to lose control, it was the resistance and reminder of the wand that made him wake up. This time, it was the wand that helped him continue to resist the invasion of evil.

Every time he casts a spell, the wand will make Ike feel a little warmth. When he is about to fall, that soft, warm feeling, as if surrounded by the softest thing in the world, is like a slowly flowing stream. Stopping to soothe Ike's mind.

Although compared with the reaction brought by the death curse, it was like a grass and a big tree, but it also helped Ike to persevere.

But what helped him the most was neither a magic wand nor a waste notepad system...

"We are the successors of communism..."

"A big river ~ waves ~ waves ~ wide ~, wind ~ blowing ~ rice flowers on both sides of the river ~"

Since leaving Quirrell's office, Ike has been repeating these melodies in his mind.For some reason, as long as I think about these melodies, Ike will feel inexplicably calm.Although it cannot eliminate the negative effects of the death curse, coupled with the help of the magic wand, it is enough to make the inner defense line look shaky, but it is actually solid.

After a while, Ike grabbed the paper bag and came to the common room.

Perhaps it was the end of the semester, and the paranoia about grades awakened in the kittens' bones. The senior students were basically gone, only the little wizards in the first and second grades were chatting in groups in the lounge.

Stuart, Terry, Michael and Anthony sat on the sofa two by two, chatting and laughing happily.Ike also showed a smiling face, sat on the arm of the sofa next to Michael, and raised the paper bag in his hand.

"What are you talking about? So happy!"

"Would you like some cockroach piles?"

"Ike Stride!" Michael sprang up directly from the sofa, and even hid beside Stuart with Anthony, "You promised us not to take this thing... Wait! You went to Professor Quirrell's What the hell is going on in the office, why are you so haggard!"

"I just asked Professor Quirrell some questions." Ike slid to the sofa, reached out and took out a cockroach and put it in his mouth.

"By the way, I practiced the spell for a while by the way."

Stuart nodded when he heard the words, and replied: "Still practicing magic spells? It should be that the magic power is used too much."

"Then just get a good night's sleep. It's the same when I performed magic spells to my family at Christmas. I was too excited at the time and didn't pay attention to the magic power. It was my mother who found something wrong." Terry agreed. Dao, letting go of the worries in his heart, "This is a very common problem. Of course, if you ask Madam Pomfrey for some life-death water now, the effect will be better."

"Let's forget about the water of life and death." Ike shook his head, "It is said that many of Madam Pomfrey's potions are made in potions class. Ever since I saw your performance in potions class, I never Don't want to drink Madam Pomfrey's potion."

"It's so irritating! Hit him!" Ike's face full of disgust made Stuart and the others angry. He rushed forward with a greeting, and attacked Ike's itchy flesh continuously.

Ike lay on the sofa and kept dodging, but he couldn't beat his fists, so he had to beg for mercy again and again.

After playing around for a while, the five of them were all out of breath, slumped on the sofa and kept giggling.

Ike calmed down for a while, then took another cockroach pile and threw it into his mouth.After chewing a few times, he stopped, and said to Anthony: "By the way, Anthony, I remember you have a box of milk, right? You brought it back after the holiday. Can you pour me a glass?"

"Milk is flying!"

"The cup is flying!"

Anthony summoned the milk, and Ike also summoned his cup from the dormitory. He watched Anthony fill the cup expectantly, and nodded in satisfaction.

"I remember you don't like milk, Ike." Stuart asked curiously.

"I don't like to drink, but I just thought of a fun one, and I want to try it out." Ike picked up the cup and took a sip, then put it back on the table.

"Stuart, you should know about Oreos, right!"

"What is Oreo?" Terry came from a wizarding family, and he really didn't know this kind of biscuit that is popular in the Muggle world.

"A kind of Muggle biscuit, delicious..." Stuart explained a few words, then stopped suddenly, and asked Ike with a look of horror, "Wait! Ike, didn't you want to..."

"Milk is a very magical drink. Although I don't like to drink it, I can't deny that it is beneficial to people..."

"Also, many things taste better when paired with milk..."

"It's like Oreo biscuits, it's good to eat dry, but it's even better when soaked in milk..."

"So..." Ike threw two piles of cockroaches into the cup, watching them swim in the white milk, the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously.

"I'm curious what kind of wonderful reaction they will have. Do you want to try it? I think it will be very good."

Ike turned his head, and the smile on his face froze immediately.He was the only one left in the huge common room at some point, and even the second-year wizards ran away.

Shrugging, Ike picked up the cup and took a sip of the cockroach pile, narrowing his eyes in enjoyment.

"Well... it's chocolate milk..."

(End of this chapter)