My necromancer career begins at Hogwarts

Chapter 95 The Ticket to Azkaban

Two days later, it was Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"Okay...okay, today...today we'll...we'll learn Chapter Three..."

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Recently, Quirrell's teaching performance 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 Maurice 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 Maurice, covered his nose and said to him, "Maurice, I don't think you've ever listened to a single lesson. How far have you gotten with your Defense Against the Dark Arts self-study?"

Morris waved the fifth-grade textbook next to him lightly, "Fifth grade, just flipping through it."

Kyle fell silent.

As expected, he can't compare to Maurice.

When he first enrolled, he lost to Maurice in Transfiguration and was a little resentful, thinking it was just luck.

In retrospect, that seems quite normal.

At least in terms of academics, Maurice is practically the Ravenclaw of Ravenclaws.

To be fair, Morris felt that the Defense 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 werewolves.

Only in the textbooks of higher grades can you occasionally see a few practical spells.

However, according to the older students, Quirrell simply read from the textbook in their classes and did not teach any spells at all.

A job where you can slack off every 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 squatting at the classroom door.

Morris crouched down and rubbed its cold head.

Canned Meow let out a soft cry and jumped onto Morris's shoulder, wrapping 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 a heat-inducing spell on the canned food to simulate the body temperature of a normal cat, but how should I put it...

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 canned food seemed particularly interested in the purple scarf wrapped around its head, and jumped up and gently poked at it with its paw.

"Don't move!" Morris tried to stop his pet.

However, it was too late. Quirrell was startled, and the book he was holding scattered all over the ground with a clatter. 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 had gotten himself into trouble, the canned food immediately scurried back to Maurice'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.

Suddenly, the canned food 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 the Cruciatus Curse, it's best to maintain a pleasant mood, not just anger... Hmm?"

and many more!

What is that?

Morris flipped through a few more pages and discovered that it was a guide to using dark magic.

The Killing Curse, the Heart-Rending Curse, the Soul-Stealing Curse...

All three unforgivable curses are now complete.

Morris twitched the corner of his mouth.

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 him were still focused on the direction Quirrell had hurriedly left in, discussing the professor's strange behavior, and no one noticed his little actions.

"Let's go, Canned Food." Maurice walked toward the Ravenclaw tower with a calm expression.

I'm afraid I can't return this thing 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 some dark magic?

The spell itself is not complicated; it just requires some extreme emotions to cast.

It didn't take long for Morris 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, black magic was not some kind of monster.

As long as you don't get 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.

Maurice placed the spider on the table, took out his wand, and mentally prepared himself.

"Avada Kedavra!"

As the incantation was finished, a soft green light shot out and accurately struck the spider.

Then..

The spider ran 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, releasing the Killing Curse normally is not that 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 have to end the life of this spider in front of me.

However, it is still within his control.

So Maurice caught the spider and tried the Killing Curse a few more times.

Finally, on the last occasion, the spider gave him a break. After being hit, all his legs twitched and curled up, and he barely died.

Morris breathed a sigh of relief.

His talent for dark magic is indeed not very good.

However, once black magic is used, regardless of the effect, it will leave a mark on a person.

"Magic manifests!"

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 impurities, a 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 magical manifestation a few days ago, the magic he displayed showed no problems whatsoever.

Either Dumbledore has a method to remove impurities, or the impurities will disappear on their own over time.

As for the claim that Dumbledore never used dark magic, Maurice said he didn't believe it at all.

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