Throughout the day, Stewart didn't say a word to Ike, even during class, and even stayed away from the auditorium while eating.

It wasn't until after dinner that Ike sincerely apologized to the others and vowed never to consume uncomfortable snacks in front of them.

Fast forward as a week passed, and after completing his daily quest to give Ravenclaw extra points, Ike knocked on the door of Quirrell's office again.

As soon as he entered the door, Ike's nose shrunk, and the strange smell in the room was noticeably stronger than last week. Looking at Quirrell again, he was a little more haggard than he had seen in Defence Against the Dark Arts class a few days ago.

The dark circles under the eyes are thick, and they are almost the same as those deliberately painted.

"Professor Quirrell."

"Mr. Stred."

After greeting each other, Quirrell motioned for Ike to sit down in the chair in front of him, and said slowly, "You have mastered the death curse, and you should have a real understanding of the dark arts. Before I begin, I would like to ask, are you sure you continue to study black magic? ”

"Of course, Professor." Ike showed a hint of yearning at the right time, and a little fanatical.

Quirrell looked at it for a moment, then said, "Then, what you're going to learn next is another unforgivable spell......

"Drill Heart Curse!"

Quirrell still used the spider as a demonstration, and under his spell, the spider curled up in a ball of pain, trembling incessantly. Gradually, the venom and spider silk came out of the uncontrolled basin until it was motionless.

The whole process lasted a minute, and even just looking at it gave Ike goosebumps.

With a wave of his wand, the spider corpse flew into the trash can next to it. Quirrell's eyes flashed with a different kind of inexplicable emotion, and he suddenly pointed his wand at Ike.

"Piercing the heart!"

Two seconds later, Ike collapsed to the ground. For the past two seconds, Ike felt as if someone had pulled his intestines out of his mouth with his bare hands, and countless people were pinching every inch of his skin with their fingernails as they plucked him. His head seemed to hit the corner of the window, his toes kicked the corner of the table, and his nails were slowly pulled out one by one with pliers.

It was like someone had been punched in the stomach, hit in the back with a stick, and thrown into the washing machine and spinning wildly.

The discomfort and pain made Ike lose all his strength.

Two seconds, only two seconds......

"I have always felt that the study of black magic can only be better understood by experiencing it firsthand, especially the three unforgivable curses of the Drill Heart, which should be ......."

Quirrell waved his wand and placed Ike in his chair, while he stood in front of Ike, condescending and indescribably indifferent.

"The Mind Drill spell is a piercing pain that can be painful. If you keep casting spells, you can even make the person who is under the spell go crazy or even die. ”

"Mr. Strade, please tell me, are you in pain after being spelled by the Piercing Heart Curse?"

"Pain...... Pain ......" Ike propped up his head and looked into Quirrell's cold eyes.

"Good." Quirrell nodded, sat back in his chair, picked up a paper on it, and corrected it.

"Remember that feeling, that's what you have to think about when you're going to cast a spell. You have to have a strong desire to make the other person feel painful, imagining that all the torture in the world from ancient times to the present day has been inflicted on the target at the same time. ”

"Then chant the incantation......"

"If all goes well, you'll see the pain, the same pain you just felt."

Quirrell gave an An A to the paper in front of him, set it aside, and pulled out another one to continue reading.

After a slight pause, he said, "When you are rested, go and fetch a spider and cast a heart curse on it." ”

"If you succeed, go back and rest. Where are the spiders, you know ......."

Ike sat in his chair, his body still shaking uncontrollably.

He hadn't expected Quirrell to use the Diamond Spell on him, let alone that the Diamond Curse would be so painful. It's no wonder Neville's parents went crazy under this spell and still lives in the Spell Injury Unit at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries.

"Sooner or later, I'll give you a taste of the Diamond Heart Curse!" Ike cursed in his heart, and it took a while for him to feel that his hands and feet were his own.

Laboriously got up, moved step by step to the box in the corner, took out a glass bottle from it, and lowered the spider to the ground.

"Quirrell...... Quirrell ...... Quirrell ......"

"Voldemort...... Voldemort ...... Voldemort ......"

Ike kept hinting to himself that the poor little spider in front of him was Quirrell, Voldemort.

Gritting his teeth, he took a deep breath and glanced at the wand in his hand.

"Piercing the heart!"

The spider's legs were all shrunk and clinging to its body, rolling and shaking on the ground.

It only took seven or eight seconds for Ike to stop, and the little spider on the ground had already bitten off his leg, leaving only his bare body, still trembling.

"The flames are blazing!"

A cloud of fire fell on the spider, burning it to ashes, leaving only a small black dot on the floor and a barely audible scorching stench.

"Mr. Stred......" Quirrell came to Ike's side at some point, looked at the black dots on the ground, and said slowly, "I am amazed by your talent in dark arts, the difficulty of the Diamond Heart Curse is not comparable to the Death Curse......"

"Of course, your willpower is also admirable, even if it's only for two seconds, it's not something that ordinary people can recover in such a short time......"

"And you, it looks like you're fine."

"I can live with it in order to learn magic." Ike didn't look at Quirrell, still staring at the black dots on the ground.

"Of course, I never doubted your yearning for magic, Mr. Stred." Quirrell summoned a book and thrust it into Ike's arms, "Now, you're going back to rest, the damage of the Diamond Spell isn't as simple as you think......"

"You're just a first-year wizard, even if you have outstanding talent and strong willpower, you still need a certain amount of time to adjust yourself."

"Especially the spirit, we must take good care of it."

Quirrell patted Ike on the shoulder, his words a little meaningful, "This is a dark magic book I collected, take a look, and the next time we meet, I hope you at least understand what it's talking about......"

"Then, we can learn new magic......"

"Believe me, it's not a ...... of difficulty"

Ike bowed slightly, holding the book Quirrell had given him, and slowly left the office.

Instead of going back to his dormitory, Ike went up the stairs to the Hogwarts kitchen.

With a smile and a few badgers, Ike sat down at the table.

"Ogilvy!"

Ogilvy suddenly appeared next to Ike, still looking timid.

"Do you need anything? Mr. Stred. ”

"Please give me a mango pudding and a glass of milk." Ike laughed and replied, "By the way, it would be better if there were some more cockroach piles." ”

"Of course, meeting the needs of little wizards is the mission of house-elves." Ogilvy snapped his fingers, and a plate of mango pudding, a large bowl of cockroaches, and a glass of warm milk appeared on the table in front of Ike.

"Thanks, Ogilvy." Ike said with a smile, then quickly ate a pudding, picked up two cockroaches and threw them into the milk, and took a big sip with his head up.

"Chocolate milk, eternal god!"