Magical Studies at Hogwarts

Chapter 34 Final Action
When they returned to the dormitory, Stuart and Terry had already woken up and were about to go out to find Professor Flitwick.Seeing Ike come back, each of them threw a pillow over and lay back on the bed.

Once covered by the quilt, he fell asleep relentlessly.

Ike waved his hand to stop the two pillows, shrugged watching Stuart's neat movements, and carefully put the pillows back in place.

After casting a stun spell proficiently, it was almost ten o'clock when Ike woke up again.

There is no class on Friday morning, and another herb class in the afternoon will end all the first grade classes.From next Monday, it will be the final exam.

The exam takes a whole week, and every subject in Hogwarts has to be taken twice a week, which happens to be the first time for theory and the second time for practice.

The first test was Potions. Professor Snape didn't make it too difficult for the young wizards. He just gave out a sheet with one hundred fill-in-the-blank questions, one hundred true-and-true questions, and three essay questions, asking to write about scabies potion, The detailed production steps of the healing potion and the cold potion are just that.

It's not too difficult, but there are too many things to write.Ike saw that a little wizard started sweating on his forehead and trembling the moment he received the test questions.

Well...that's Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley.

Ike scanned the questions from beginning to end. It was really not difficult, and they were all things Snape had taught in class.Picking up the special anti-cheating quill, Ike started to answer quickly from the beginning to the end.

"Swish..."

"Swish..."

The sound of the quill quickly swiping on the parchment sounded in the examination room almost at the same time, and then it became one.Concentrating on nothing else, Ike ignored Snape who was floating around the classroom like a ghost, and quickly finished his answer.

The history of magic in the afternoon is even simpler. Professor Binns’ exams over the years have been to write down the course of a historical event, and these are all in the thick "History of Magic", which is no more difficult for Ike .

Although he couldn't memorize an entire book like Hermione, he could still memorize Professor Binns.

The theory exams for Charms, Transfiguration, Herbal Medicine and Defense Against the Dark Arts are also similar to those for Potions, but there are not so many questions. It is not difficult for those who listen carefully to get full marks.

The real difficulty is practice.

Professor Flitwick made the little wizards try to make a pineapple tap dance across a desk, Professor McGonagall made a mouse into a snuff box, and Professor Sprout let the students deal with white fresh, This is basically a hands-on exam.

The Potions class was a little troublesome, and he had to face the pressure from Snape to complete the brewing of the Forgotten Potion independently.Many little wizards, especially little lions, made big or small mistakes under this kind of pressure, and whenever this happened, Snape would sneer, and at the same time picked up the quill pen and swiped fiercely on the notebook .

Then, the person who was scratched made a mistake again as expected, until he broke down and cried.

Ike was unmoved, and completed the production of the forgetting potion very well. If there is no accident, it is another O.

Stretching away from the Potions classroom and returning to the common room, the kittens were finally relieved after being tense for almost a month.Stewart and Michael complained about Snape's abhorrentness, while Anthony, Morag and Mandy reckoned their grades.

Ike sat in the old position, happily summoning the sealed cockroach pile, squinting his eyes to feel the pleasure of exploding pulp, very comfortable.

It's a pity that the happy time is always short-lived. After eating five or six meals, an owl landed in front of Ike through the window of the lounge.

He took off the note tied to the owl's foot, opened it and took a look, and Ike stood up straight away.Walking to the side of Stuart who was complaining happily, he stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder. Under Stuart's somewhat surprised eyes, he said softly, "One hour."

Then, go straight to the right corridor on the fourth floor of the castle.

Quirrell had been waiting in front of the wooden door for a while, and when Ike arrived, he didn't say much. He pointed his wand at the door lock and swung an unlocking spell, and the wooden door opened in response.

The three-headed dog Lu Wei behind the door looked fiercely at the two people in front of him, and let out a low warning sound. The three mouths slowly opened, and the saliva kept falling on the ground.

Quirrell did not rush, took out a small harp from his robe, and the harp began to play automatically with a finger of his wand.When Lu Wei heard the music, his eyelids drooped unconsciously, and he lay down after a while, even snoring.

"Three-headed dog, a very ferocious and cruel creature." Quirrell put the harp aside, kicked the sleeping Lu Wei and said, "Its bite force is amazing, and there is poison in its saliva. It's troublesome after being bitten."

"I've been dealing with him all the time, and I finally learned about its weakness from that stupid half-blood giant."

"Actually, I should have thought of it earlier. Legend has it that Orpheus in ancient Greece entered the underworld in order to bring his dead wife Eurydike back from the underworld. Cerberus the dog fell asleep, and thus came out of the underworld..." Quirrell sighed, "I forgot this!"

"It's normal, we always ignore some obvious things." Ike opened the trap guarded by Lu Wei, threw a soft white light, and saw the creeping vines below.

"Professor, there's something down there!" Ike said.

"Of course." Quirrell leaned over and took a look, "Dumbledore asked us to set up a checkpoint to protect the Sorcerer's Stone. This should be Sprout's arrangement."

"I can't see clearly from such a distance, you'll know when you jump down." Quirrell said and jumped down, and Ike moved his left hand and jumped down.

The two were caught by the soft and resilient vine, but immediately felt that the vine wrapped around their bodies and slowly tightened.

"Devil's net?" Ike said, "This thing is not difficult to deal with."

"Of course, strong light and flames are their natural enemies." Quirrell raised his right hand high, "Fluorescence flashes!"

A huge bright and dazzling ball of light appeared on the tip of the staff, and the devil's net receded quickly as expected.Ike put a shock-absorbing spell on the two of them at the right time, and they landed on the ground safely.

Quirrell put away the lighting spell, adjusted his clothes a little, and said to Ike: "A very beautiful shock absorbing spell, Mr. Strider."

Ike smiled and said nothing. Quirrell looked at Ike with a smile on his face, and walked deep into the stone corridor without saying a word.

After a while, the two arrived at the second checkpoint.

Hundreds of keys with wings were flying in the sky, and there were a few broomsticks beside them, all of which were old models and very worn out.

"All petrified!" Quirrell waved his wand, but the key in the sky seemed not to be affected at all, and it was still flying unhurriedly.Another Freezing Curse, still to no avail.

"It seems that this is Flitwick's masterpiece. These keys have been released with magic, and the control spells don't work." Quirrell put away his wand, turned to look at Ike, "Mr. Strider, we You need to ride a broomstick to grab the key to open the door, how is your flying class?"

"Very bad, Professor." Ike shrugged. "Mrs. Hooch said I could barely get an A in the flight class. I'm glad I won't have this class next year."

"Then it's only me." Quirrell picked up a broom that looked better, turned over and rode on it, his feet flew up with a little force, and he plunged into the flying key.

I don't know what kind of magic Professor Flitwick cast on these keys. As soon as Quirrell flew up, they spun wildly, besieging Quirrell like a tornado.

Although it doesn't hurt, there are too many keys, which makes Quirrell very embarrassed.

Quirrell held the broom in one hand and covered his hood with the other, carefully looking for the correct key.After a while, Quirrell found a large antique silver key, and he knew it was the right one.

Silver Key seemed to sense that he had been spotted, and moved quickly to avoid Quirrell's first attack.Seeing this scene, Quirrell was sure that he had found his target, and regardless of how painful it would be if he hit him, he plunged into the group of keys.

Ike looked up at Quirrell, who was surrounded by Ruo, and showed an anxious look at the right time.After a while, I saw Quirrell swoop down directly, holding the key in his hand, jumping off the broom when he was close to the ground, ran to the front of the wooden door in three or two steps, roughly inserted the key into the keyhole, and swung to the right. screw open the wooden door

"Come in! Ike!" Quirrell got into the other side of the door and hurriedly greeted Ike.Ike also ran two steps quickly, pulled out the key from the door, threw it into the group of keys attacking behind him, and ran into the door. Quirrell behind the door closed the door.

There was a sound of "bang bang bang", and the wooden door finally stopped shaking.

"Healing as before!" Quirrell cast a healing spell on his arms and face, and the wound scratched by the key healed visible to the naked eye. After another cleansing spell, even the blood was gone.

Only then did he turn his attention to the rows of huge statues in the darkness.

"Pop, puff, puff" accompanied by continuous sounds, one after another torches were lit up, illuminating the whole room brightly, only then did I realize that those statues were chess pieces.

"Wizard chess? It seems to be Mag's handwriting." Quirrell smiled and stretched out his wand, turned to Ike and said, "Mr. Strider, I don't think we need to follow the rules at this level..."

"How about your crushing spell?"

"Pieces to pieces!" As soon as Qi Luo finished speaking, he saw one chess piece was smashed to pieces, and the other chess pieces turned around in unison, pulled out the weapons in their hands, and moved towards the two of them.

"It should be fine." Ike shrugged, "At least there is no problem dealing with these."

"That's easy." Quirrell nodded, cleaned up all the pieces on the chessboard with Ike, and came to the door of the next level smoothly.

As soon as he opened the door, Ike smelled a familiar stench, and then saw a giant monster looking at it stupidly.

Two cutting curses passed, cutting off half of the giant's neck.The troll took two steps forward before falling powerlessly to the ground. After a loud noise, Ike felt that the stench in the room was even worse.

Followed Quirrell to the next room, and just after entering the door, a purple flame rose.At the same time, the door leading to the front also burst into black flames.

"A variant of Fiendfire?" Quirrell walked up to the black flame, identified it and said in a low voice.Ike came to the table in the middle of the room, picked up the parchment on it, read it silently, and looked at the seven bottles of different shapes on the table.

"It seems that this was arranged by Professor Snape." Ike said.

"Hey~hey~hey~Snape? What a memorable name..." Comrade V, who had been very quiet all this time, suddenly said, "However, we don't need them..."

"Come here, come forward... I'll teach you a little spell: Fire Control Curse, you can easily pass through the flames here, we shouldn't be playing logical reasoning games here..."

Ike quickly learned the spell, pointing at the flame in front of him with his wand, and chanting the spell, the black flame immediately separated from the middle, revealing a gap for two people to stand side by side.

"Hey~hey~hey~, very good... very good..." Voldemort praised a few words, then fell silent again.Quirrell passed through the gap head-on, and Ike followed with the magic spell.

The last room was brightly lit except for a mirror in the middle.Quirrell was standing in front of the mirror, stroking the mirror with his hands like a monkey.

"It's here! It's here!" said Voldemort urgently. "I can feel it. It's here! Get it! Get it!"

Quirrell didn't talk to him, he fumbled around the mirror with one hand, and kept flipping through his pockets with the other. After working for a while, there was nothing.At this time, he discovered that there was a line of words engraved on the top of this magnificent mirror with a golden frame:

"Eris Stella Uhru Ayitubi Kafru Ayitang Voorhees"

Quirrell lowered his hands, fixed his eyes on the line of text, and murmured:

"Mirror of Erised..."

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