Magical Studies at Hogwarts

Chapter 31 Price
Once, Quirinus Quirrell was the pride of Ravenclaw. Whether he was a student or a professor of Muggle studies, he was known for his talent and solid theory.

Perhaps because he didn't want to be limited to theoretical research, Quirrell applied for the position of professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts last summer. After getting approval, he took a long vacation and started traveling to increase his practical experience.

That summer, Quirrell traveled many places and encountered many dangers.In the dark forest, Quirrell encountered several vampires and witches, and nearly died.

After escaping, Quirrell set his sights on the whole of Europe, and finally met the person who changed his life in Albania.

The fallen Dark Lord attached to a snake - Voldemort.

Quirrell, who had experienced the Second Wizarding War in England, had a natural fear of facing the Dark Lord, even if he could easily kill Voldemort when he first met.Perhaps it was precisely because of this that Quirrell had the illusion that he could control Voldemort, and he paid a huge price for this.

He became a temporary Horcrux, though Quirrell didn't know what a "Horcrux" really was.

A body, two souls, Quirrell can clearly feel the loss of vitality, which makes him very scared.But what is more frightening is the Dark Lord attached to him. In order to survive, Quirrell had to find the only magic creation known to be able to save the two.

Magic stone……

In Gringotts, Quirrell failed; after discovering Harry, Quirrell failed because of Snape's obstruction.Although they found out where the Sorcerer's Stone was stored, they couldn't find a way to pass Hagrid's three-headed dog, and they stopped at the first level.

During that time, Quirrell was worse than death. Voldemort didn't feel sorry for his servant. He cursed viciously and punished him painfully. It was a miracle that Quirrell, who was tortured by the Dark Lord both physically and mentally, didn't go crazy.

Later, Quirrell or the Dark Lord discovered an interesting little wizard from his own academy, with excellent spells and solid theory, and he can be called the best little wizard in decades since Voldemort.

Even after contact, Voldemort actually gave him a better evaluation than his own age.

At least, even the Dark Lord, who made the whole of England tremble, never managed to cast spells silently and without a weapon in the first year. This cannot be explained by pure "talent".

When Ike asked Quirrell to ask him to learn magic, both Quirrell and Voldemort were very happy.

Maybe Quirrell still has some regrets, regretting that an outstanding Ravenclaw is going to go his own way.

But what happened later gave Quirrell another emotion called "jealousy".

Why is his talent so good?
Why did the Dark Lord have a plan to teach him magic?

Why did the Dark Lord promise to teach him himself after his rebirth?
And why, the Dark Lord spared no effort to expend his own vitality to cast the Soul-Seizing Curse silently and without a weapon, just to subtly influence his thoughts?

Quirrell couldn't figure it out, and he couldn't figure it out anyway, until he saw Ike fighting with his own eyes.

The ability to cast spells is comparable to that of adult wizards, the casting frequency is almost the same, the perfect silence, no spells, although the accuracy is not very good, but he is only in the first grade!There is still plenty of time for him to grow.

Until he grows to the level of the Dark Lord, or even Dumbledore.

Yes, Quirrell believes that Ike will reach that state, just as Voldemort deeply believes that he will return.

Swallowing the unicorn's blood in big gulps, Quirrell could feel his dry life being nourished, and his heart beat vigorously again.

As healthy as if he had returned to the time when he didn't meet the Dark Lord.

But at the same time, Quirrell felt pain and trance that he had never felt before. His soul seemed to be crushed by life, and he seemed to be so light that he would come out of his body at any time.

Standing up, top-heavy, Quirrell even felt that he could float up at any time.

Alas, it's all a curse, a curse on harming unicorns and drinking their blood.

From this moment on, Quirrell is no longer a human being, but an unknown existence that is not a human, a beast, a ghost, or a remnant soul.

The body is just the shell of the soul.

"Hey~hey~hey~" Voldemort was very excited, the blood of the unicorn fully nourished his remnant soul, this was the best time he felt since Halloween 11 years ago.

"Well done! My servant." The Dark Lord never hesitated to praise the servant who fulfilled his wish. "You will be rewarded when we get the Philosopher's Stone."

"Thank you, master." Quirrell replied respectfully, he didn't even dare to have a thought of being disrespectful to Voldemort.

"So, Ike, my favorite student, what do you want?"

Facing Ike, Voldemort had a completely different attitude. There was no cold-blood towards Quirrell in his tone, just like Professor Flitwick's treatment of the kittens, he could only feel his concern for the students.

"I think you can allow me to take some unicorn blood for research, great Dark Lord! My teacher!" Ike nodded respectfully.

"You can take some of the unicorn's hair, and even its horn, but never its blood, boy." Voldemort refused, "Unicorn blood has magical powers, and when they are willing to give Time is the purest thing in the world, it can almost break all curses and restrictions!"

"Even if it is a dying person, as long as he drinks the blood that the unicorn willingly donates, he will be born again and be healthy!"

Voldemort continued solemnly: "However, if it is forcibly taken out like this one, it will have a strong curse. Although you can still be reborn, you will bear an evil curse, and you will no longer be a human being. You can only live on alive."

"Also, I can't stop drinking the unicorn's blood, once I stop, I will die..."

"Death was miserable, miserable..."

"I see." Ike nodded and put away his wand, "Then I'll get some hair."

"A very good choice, my boy," said Voldemort appreciatively. "They have many uses and are very important magical materials."

Ike took some tail hair and mane and put them away carefully.

"Yes, many potions and alchemy items need these things, and these are enough for me to use for a long time." Ike nodded slightly, "Thank you for allowing me to use them."

"No thanks, boy, when I come back, you'll get better, more, unicorn hair, so insignificant."

"I will teach you magic, let you understand the true meaning of magic, and even avoid death!" Voldemort was obviously a little bit above, "as long as you show your loyalty, child."

"Of course, the great Dark Lord! My teacher!" Ike leaned his wand on his left shoulder, knelt down on one knee, and said respectfully, "I will be your proudest student!"

"I'm looking forward to it, Ike, I'm looking forward to..."

"I'm looking forward to it too..." Ike lowered his head and said silently in his heart. The panel of the waste notepad system flashed in front of his eyes, and a bright smile appeared on his face.

Name: Ike Stride!
No Tom Marvolo Riddle!

(End of this chapter)