Two days later, Defence Against the Dark Arts class.
"Okay... okay, today... today we're going to learn Chapter Three..."
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Recently, Quirrell's teaching has been getting worse and worse. At first, he just stuttered, but now he can't even speak a complete sentence.
Quirrell is like someone giving a lecture in a submarine without oxygen right now.
Just listening to it made Morris feel like he was about to suffocate.
The smell of garlic permeating the classroom seemed stronger and more pungent than usual.
"I can't take it anymore." Kyle, standing next to Morris, covered his nose and said to him, " Morris, I don't think you've ever listened to a single lesson. How far have you gotten with your Defence Against the Dark Arts self-study?"
Morris casually waved the fifth-grade textbook beside him, "Fifth grade, just flipping through it."
Kyle fell silent.
As expected, he can't compare to Morris.
When he first enrolled, he lost to Morris in Transfiguration and was a little resentful, thinking it was just luck.
In retrospect, that seems quite normal.
At least in terms of academics, Morris is practically the Ravenclaw of Ravenclaw.
To be fair, Morris felt that the Defence Against the Dark Arts textbooks for lower grades were of limited use, basically just listing some methods for dealing with dark creatures such as vampires and Werewolf.
Only in textbooks for older students can you occasionally find a few useful spells.
However, according to the older students, Quirrell simply read from the textbook in their classes and didn't teach any spells at all.
A job where you can slack off all day and still get a decent salary is truly enviable.
The bell rang soon after class.
Morris packed his things and left the classroom quickly.
"Oh, were you waiting for me?"
He saw his own ghost cat crouching at the classroom door.
Morris crouched down and rubbed its cold head.
Guantou let out a soft whimper, jumped onto Morris's shoulder, and wrapped its tail around his neck like a cold scarf.
"It's a bit chilly," Morris said, placing the undead cat back on the ground.
He had previously tried to put Warming Charm on the Guantou food to simulate the body temperature of a normal cat, but well...
The strange feeling of being both cold and hot was hard to describe, so I had to give up.
Just then, Quirrell walked out of the classroom.
The Guantou seemed particularly interested in the purple scarf wrapped around its head, jumping up and gently poking at it with its paw.
"Don't move!" Morris tried to stop his pet.
But it was too late. Quirrell was startled, the book he was holding scattered all over the floor with a crash, he swayed, his face turned pale, and he fell to the ground.
Morris was stunned.
That's an overreaction.
"Professor!" a few students who hadn't gone far exclaimed.
Knowing he was in trouble, the Guantou immediately scurried back to Morris's feet and hid behind his robe.
"It's okay, it's okay, you don't need to help me..."
Quirrell realized what was happening, hastily gathered the books together, and hurriedly left the scene.
Morris didn't even have time to say sorry.
Just then, he noticed a notebook lying face down at his feet, clearly having slipped out of the pile of books. He didn't want to cause trouble and planned to leave the notebook where it was, hoping another student would pick it up later.
The Guantou suddenly picked up the notebook and handed it to him.
.. All right."
Morris took the notebook.
The cover is a fine, dark leather with no markings.
He casually flipped to one of the pages.
"Precautions when casting spells... When using Cruciatus Curse, it's best to maintain a pleasant mood, not just anger... Hmm?"
etc!
What the heck?
Morris flipped through a few more pages and discovered that it was a guide to using Dark Magic.
The Killing Curse, the Cruciatus Curse, the Imperius Curse...
The Three Unforgivable Curses are all here.
Morris gave a slight smirk.
What is this? A ticket to Azkaban?
However, it's not surprising that Quirrell has such a thing.
Morris silently put the book away.
Most of the students around were still focused on the direction Quirrell had hurriedly left, discussing the professor's strange behavior, and no one noticed his little trick.
"Let's go, Guantou." Morris walked toward the Ravenclaw Tower with a calm expression.
I'm afraid I can't return this to Quirrell.
Back in his dorm, Morris took out his notebook and began to examine it carefully.
The handwriting looks like it was printed, so it's most likely not Quirrell's.
The notes contained not only insights into the use of the Three Unforgivable Curses, but also many other spells, though they were mostly Dark Magic.
After reading for half an hour, Morris put down his notebook and fell into deep thought.
How about trying Dark Magic?
The spell itself is not complicated; it just requires one to be in a certain extreme emotional state when casting it.
It didn't take Morris long to make a decision.
He wants to give it a try.
After all, he was bound to encounter Dark Magic sooner or later in his plans.
It's just that the time was brought forward a little.
In his view, Dark Magic was not some terrible monster.
As long as you don't become addicted to it or use it too frequently, there won't be any problems.
A moment later, Morris left the dormitory and returned, carrying a spider he had caught from the corner of the stairs.
Morris placed the spider on the table, took out his wand, and mentally prepared himself.
Avada Kedavra!
As the incantation ended, a soft green light shot out and struck the spider precisely.
Then..
The spider scurried away as if nothing had happened.
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Morris remained silent for a moment.
Even though he had expected it, he was still somewhat disappointed.
As expected, casting the Killing Curse normally is not so simple.
Although the effect was not good, he did feel a strange emotion when he released the spell.
How should I put it... it's like there's a voice in my head telling me that I must end the life of this spider in front of me.
However, it is still within his control.
So Morris caught the spider and tried the Killing Curse a few more times.
Finally, on that last occasion, the spider gave him a break. After being hit, all his legs twitched and curled up, barely managing to die.
Morris breathed a sigh of relief.
His talent for Dark Magic is indeed not very good.
However, once Dark Magic is used, regardless of the effect, it will leave a mark on a person.
" Magic Manifestation!"
Morris used the spell that Dumbledore had previously taught him.
A magical power representing the state of one's own soul slowly emerged.
Unlike before, this magic now contains an impurity, an extremely tiny gray spot.
Morris didn't know what effect the impurities would have on him, but he believed that they were not permanent.
After all, when Dumbledore used his Magic Manifestation a few days ago, the magic he displayed showed no problems whatsoever.
Either Dumbledore possesses a method to remove impurities, or the impurities simply disappear on their own over time.
As for the claim that Dumbledore never used Dark Magic, Morris expressed complete disbelief.