It took a few moments in the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor's office for a moment before Ike calmed down.

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

"Go back, eat more desserts, it will make you feel a lot better." Quirrell said slowly with a little anticipation.

"Professor......" Ike turned around and took two steps before stopping, turning back and asking, "See you next Saturday?" ”

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

Seeing Ike leave, Quirrell's face was filled with respect.

"Master, he's gone."

"Quirinus, my servant." Voldemort's voice rang out, his tone stretched long, very weak.

"Master."

"You're doubting my decision, Quirinus."

"Nope! Master! Quirrell's body bent lower.

"None? Very good......"

"This little wizard, he has unparalleled talent and a thirst for power......"

"But, ......master," Quirrell hesitated, "he almost broke down, and I ...... I'm afraid he won't be able to live up to your expectations......"

"It doesn't matter." Voldemort's voice was low, "That's not the main ......"

"Philosopher's Stone, Quirrell, 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, and didn't know where he went.

Ike knew that Voldemort had taken a little interest in him, otherwise he wouldn't have instructed Quirrell to teach him, but now he had no time to think about what Comrade Voldemort was planning.

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

After a few moments, Ike let out a long sigh of relief and sank into the soft bed, his wand in his right hand tapping his head in a snap.

Worthy of the name of the most evil and cruel dark magic, he must always maintain a strong killing intent when using the death curse many times, even in the face of spiders and rabbits, this feeling of ending his life in a short period of time still makes Ike have a schizophrenic delusion.

There seems to be a pure, evil, tyrannical personality in the body that wants to kill everyone, and constantly attacks his mental defenses.

Almost, really, only a little bit......

Last time, when Ike was about to lose control, it was the wand's resistance and reminder that brought him to his senses, and this time, it was the wand that helped him continue to fight against the invasion of evil.

With each spell, the wand made Ike feel a touch of warmth, and when he was about to fall, the soft, warm, as if surrounded by the softest thing in the world, like a slowly flowing stream, kept calming Ike's mind.

Although it was like grass and trees compared to the reaction caused by the death curse, it also helped Ike persevere.

But what helped him the most was not a magic wand, nor was it a waste notepad system......

"We are the successors of communism......"

"A big river ~ wave ~ wave ~ wide ~, wind ~ blowing ~ rice flowers on both sides ~"

Ever since he left Quirrell's office, Ike had been repeating the melodies in his head. Somehow, just thinking about these melodies makes Ike feel inexplicably calm. Although it can't eliminate the negative effects of the death curse, with the help of a wand, it is enough to make the inner defenses look shaky, but in fact they are solid.

After a long pause, Ike grabbed the paper bag and made his way to the common room.

Xu is in the next semester, the little eaglets have awakened their paranoid about their grades, and the senior students are basically gone, and only the first and second grade wizards are chatting in groups in the lounge.

Stewart, Terry, Michael, and Anthony sat on the couch in pairs, talking and laughing. Ike also smiled, sat on the arm of the couch 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 Stred!" Michael jumped up from the couch and hid next to Stuart with Anthony, "You promised us not to take this thing...... Wait a minute! What the hell did you do in Professor Quirrell's office, why are you so emaciated! ”

"Just asked Professor Quirrell some questions." Ike slid onto the couch and reached for a cockroach and piled it in his mouth.

"By the way, I practiced spells for a while."

Stewart nodded and replied, "Still practicing spells?" That's probably too much magic used. ”

"Then it's good to get a good night's sleep, and that's the same when I cast spells on my family at Christmas, and I was too excited to pay attention to the magic, or my mom noticed something was wrong." Terry replied and let go of his worries, "This is a very common problem, of course, it would be better if you went to Madam Pomfrey now to ask for some water of life and death." ”

"Let's forget about life and death." Ike shook his head, "It's said that a lot of Madam Pomfrey's potions are made in Potions class, and I don't want to drink Madam Pomfrey's potions since I saw your performance in Potions class." ”

"It's infuriating! Hit him! Ike's face full of disgust made Stewart and the others angry, and they all pounced on it with a hello, and attacked Ike's itchy flesh in a continuous manner.

Ike lay on the sofa and kept dodging, but his fists were invincible, so he had to beg for mercy again and again.

After a while, all five of them were out of breath and slumped on the couch with a smirk.

Ike calmed his breath a little and 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, 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 summoned his own cup from the dormitory, and nodded with satisfaction as he watched Anthony fill the cup with anticipation.

"I remember you didn't like milk, Ike." Stewart asked curiously.

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

"Stewart, you should know about Oreo, right!"

"What is Oreo?" Terry comes from a wizarding family, and he really doesn't know the kind of cookies that are popular in the Muggle world.

"A Muggle biscuit, it's delicious...... Stuart explained, then suddenly paused, and asked Ike with a look of horror, "Wait! Ike, you're not trying to ......."

"Milk is a wonderful drink, although I don't like it, I can't deny that it is good for people......"

"Also, a lot of things taste better when paired with milk......

"It's like Oreo cookies, which are good to eat dry, and even better if they are soaked in milk......"

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

"I'm curious about how they react, do you want to try it? I think it's going to be nice. ”

Ike turned his head, and the smile on his face froze. In the huge common room, I don't know when he was the only one left, and even those second-year wizards ran away.

Shrugging his shoulders, Ike took a sip from his cup and cockroaches, narrowing his eyes in enjoyment.

"Well...... It's chocolate milk ......."