"Master, I...... I don't understand......"

"You don't need to understand! What you have to do is find a way through that damn brute as quickly as possible! ”

"Okay, host ......"

……

Leaving the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor's office, Ike suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and his feet couldn't help but soften, and he almost stumbled and fell. Forced to the eighth floor, as soon as he entered the room of responsiveness, he sat down on the sofa.

"It's scary!"

Ike was scared for a while, although he had been mentally prepared for a long time, but when the Dark Lord took over the second half of the topic, he still almost couldn't parry. In the end, when he met Quirrell's eyes, Ike only felt that those eyes had a magical power, and people couldn't help but fall into them.

"To use the Dementor on a studious little wizard! Don't even have a face! ”

After taking several deep breaths in quick succession to calm down a bit, Ike felt for the first time that the waste notepad system was still useful.

Occlumency, customized, non-upgradeable

(Your best-kept secret won't be known, and if you don't tell it, it's up to you to do the rest.)

Occlumen-the-brain

(The fog protects your brain and hides your most secret secrets)

As Ike expected, the titles and abilities given by the system were able to prevent Voldemort from knowing Ike's true secrets, and he could only sense Ike's strong desire for dark magic.

And that's true.

All along, Ike learned spells by practicing them according to the descriptions in the book.

Some of the simple ones are okay, but after understanding it, they only need to try once or twice to succeed, such a simple magic Ike has learned enough, and coupled with the disruptive operation of the waste notepad system, Ike no longer dares to practice spells like before.

However, the study of spells cannot be stopped, and it is not difficult to understand the choice of black magic that takes longer and is more difficult.

After learning the illusion spell, as long as he avoids some troublesome spirits, the forbidden book area is actually unguarded for Ike. Even if you just selectively select some theoretical books, you will inevitably be exposed to a lot of knowledge about black magic.

This dangerous, uncontrollable, but incredibly powerful magic naturally piqued Ike's interest.

However, practicing the Dark Arts at Hogwarts is undoubtedly dangerous, and there is no professor who will teach a young wizard in the first year about the Dark Arts. In this case, Quirrell's value comes in.

As an outstanding graduate of Ravenclaw, a former professor of Muggle studies, a temporary Horcrux of the new Dark Lord, and a current professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts, Quirrell's magic level must be good, and with the existence of the Dark Lord, the level of dark magic is bound to be not low.

With Ike's outstanding performance on weekdays, and the strong yearning for power and dark magic revealed in front of Quirrell, it will naturally attract the attention of the Dark Lord slightly.

As it turned out, Quirrell had agreed to teach Ike the dark arts under Ike's performance.

Ike knew very well that this must have been at the behest of the Dark Lord, Voldemort disagreed, and he didn't dare to nod his head when he gave Quirrell eight dares!

It was soon Saturday, and at seven o'clock in the evening, Ike knocked on the door of Quirrell's office.

After receiving a response, Ike pushed the door in, bowed slightly to Quirrell, and waited quietly for the teaching to begin.

The smell in the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor's office was much lighter, almost impossible to smell unless you sniffed closely. The office was also refurbished, leaving an open space that took up half of the room.

Quirrell waved his wand, and a chest opened, and three glass bottles containing spiders flew out and stopped in front of Ike.

"Now, Mr. Stredder, please take out a spider and cast a death curse on him."

"Death curse?" Ike looked surprised, and his tone was a little hesitant, "This...... Isn't it too hard? ”

"Difficult?" Quirrell laughed, "In fact, the Death Curse is included in the three unforgivable curses not only because of his instant death and lack of anti-spells or spells, but also because it is the simplest of the dark arts. ”

"As long as you have a strong determination to kill the other person, you can recite the spell and the spell will succeed."

"Remember, the spell is Avada gnawing on a big melon, and when you recite the mantra, you should shout it out loud and full of murderous intent!"

Quirrell looked at Ike expectantly, and Ike slowly pulled a spider out of the vial. When I got it in my hand, I found that these spiders had been processed by Quirrell, and although they were still alive, they couldn't move, and they were fixed targets for life.

Placing the spider on the ground, Ike stepped back to Quirrell's side and turned to look at Quirrell with hesitation. Quirrell smiled, his eyes full of encouragement.

Ike tightened his wand and pointed at the spider on the ground, but did not move for a long time. After a long moment, he exhaled deeply, and according to Quirrell's words, shouted loudly and with murderous intent:

"Arvada gnaws on big melons!"

A flash of green light flashed, and the spider flipped over, lifeless.

Ike's hand holding the wand was trembling, and he couldn't bear to look at the flash of "Death Curse Lv1 has been achieved" in front of him, closed his eyes tightly, and it took a while for him to regain his strength.

The Death Curse lives up to its name as evil and cruel, and has a great influence on wizards. The moment the spell succeeded, Ike only felt that his heart was inexplicably full of tyranny, and he had an urge to rush out and rush Avada, but fortunately, with the lesson of the last time he almost lost control, Ike suppressed the thoughts in his heart, and looked at Quirrell with a pair of suddenly bloodshot eyes, and a hint of an awkward smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Professor Quirrell, this ...... This ......"

"This is the curse of death, Mr. Stredder." Quirrell's tone was flat, as if he was saying something insignificant.

"The simplest and deadliest spell of the dark arts. It's not complicated, it's even simpler than a disarming charm. ”

"Just a flash of green light, and a life is gone." Quirrell's face was full of intoxication, "How wonderful! ”

"What do you think, Mr. Stred?"

Ike looked at the dead spider, then at the other two bottles of the little things that seemed to be crawling around like crazy, and muttered, "yes, what a wonderful magical ......"

Quirrell nodded in satisfaction, and continued, "Now, go ahead and use the Death Curse, this time to have the Charm shatter the bottle and kill the spiders inside!" ”

"Remember! To do this, you also need to have the belief to destroy everything in front of you! ”

Ike nodded slightly, then closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Arvada gnaws on big melons!"

"Arvada gnaws on big melons!"

Two green lights flashed one after another, and the glass bottle shattered, and the two dead spiders flew out with the broken glass bottle and smashed against the wall before falling.

"Excellent! Very good! Quirrell gave Ike a round of applause, and Ike was acting beyond his expectations. Being able to make the death curse have the effects of knocking back, destroying, and shattering shows that Ike's foundation is very solid, and his control over magic has reached a certain level.

Although this level of death curse can only have an effect on insects or small animals, and does not necessarily have an instant death effect on people, it is limited by the magic of the little wizard.

After only three times of using the death curse to this effect, Quirrell, or Voldemort, became more and more satisfied with Ike's talent.

Taking out a piece of chocolate and handing it to Ike, Quirrell straightened his robe a little and said, "Mr. Stred, you're the most talented little wizard I've ever seen, and I don't think anyone else can do that at your age." ”

Pointing to a box in the corner, Quirrell's tone became serious.

"I've got ten hares in that box, and they're not going to be as easy to deal with as spiders."

"The next thing you have to do is to release all ten rabbits, and then use the death curse to kill them one by one!"

Ike took a deep breath, ate the chocolate, and calmed down for a moment before waving his wand to open the crate, and then using the levitation charm to release the rabbit.

Sure enough, as Ike thought, these rabbits have also undergone special treatment, and as soon as they landed, they are running in all directions, and their speed is obviously much faster than ordinary rabbits.

"Arvada gnaws on big melons!"

"Arvada gnaws on big melons!"

"Arvada gnaws on big melons!"

Ike waved his wand, and a stream of green light struck the fleeing rabbits, some of them hitting, some of them only making a small hole in the floor.

But ten rabbits, Ike shouted nearly twenty spells to kill these little cuties running around, but his forehead was already sweating, and the tyranny in his heart was almost uncontrollable, and his whole body kept trembling.

"Mr. Stred, it looks like you can't continue." Quirrell magically manipulated the pits, shards of glass, and dead bodies on the ground, "That's all for today, rest for a while, and you'll be able to go back." ”

"Okay!"

"Professor Quirrell ......"