Magical Studies at Hogwarts...

Chapter 184 The Long-Awaited Teaching

Despite being a notorious dark wizard in history, the wicked Melvin wouldn't even rank among the top dark wizards if you were to actually rank him.

He was classified as a dark wizard simply because he invented a large number of evil curses and poisons, which were then widely used by later dark wizards.

The Book of Melvin records all the magic he invented. With Ike's current level, he has already learned most of it after reading it only once, so it doesn't help improve his strength much.

But it's not entirely useless; at least Melvin's idea of ​​inventing the spell is worth learning from, which is exactly what Ike needs now.

"Have you ever thought about inventing a spell yourself, little Ike?" Old Voll asked softly after handing Ike the Book of Melvin.

"Yes, teacher, but I don't have any clue," Ike replied, closing the book.

"This is easy to solve."

"Do you remember the three elements for successfully casting a spell? Goal, determination, and composure. The reason you have no clue is because you have no goal." Comrade Old Fu said, taking out his wand and drawing arcs in the air, leaving behind streaks of red light.

"First, you need to decide what you want to achieve with magic: kill someone, control them, torture them...?"

"If your goal is to kill someone, then you need to determine how to kill him..."

"Fire, poison, water, ice, lightning, or should we separate his body..."

"Once that's clear, some theoretical knowledge is needed."

As Comrade Old Fu waved his magic wand, words remained in the air, all of which were what he had just said.

With a swipe of the hand, all the red words disappeared, and a new word was formed.

"Magic runes?" Ike murmured.

"Yes, spells." Old Fu laughed, pointing to the Book of Melvin in Ike's hand. "Look at him. Melvin wasn't a smart guy. He used all his intelligence on inventing spells, but never thought of using them to do anything."

"But even I have to admit that his research on runes has reached a very advanced level." Old Voldemort tapped his wand, and the book in Ike's hand automatically turned, eventually stopping.

"An age-defying curse?"

"Take a close look at this spell, little Ike. It best demonstrates Melvin's mastery of runes." He put away his wand, his slender fingers lightly tapping the book. "Tell me, which runes' power is used in the Aging Curse?"

Ike lowered his head and carefully read the contents of the book about the aging curse, analyzing the route of the spell and magic.

"Stabilize, regulate..."

"And look at that malaria curse, which runes does it use?"

"Stabilize, regulate, invade..."

"What about the Red Face Curse?"

"Stable, regulating?"

"You've figured it out, haven't you?" Old Volt let out his signature laugh. "Every spell needs to stabilize and regulate the power of these two runes, because they determine the spell's power and whether it can be used successfully."

"The Explosion Curse, the Split Curse, and even the Death Curse are all like this."

"Now we're back to the question we started with, the goal..." Comrade Old Fu said slowly, "The power of magic is subjective; what a spell can do depends entirely on what you want it to do."

"Why do you need to chant the spell aloud when you first learn magic?"

"...Because this method is used to strengthen one's beliefs..." Ike replied softly, and Comrade Old Fu nodded in satisfaction.

"Very good, that's it." He patted Ike on the shoulder. "So, define your goal, define your spell, use the power of the runes, and feel the flow and changes of magic within your body as you strengthen your resolve..."

"Say the incantation aloud, let the magic flow through your wand..."

"Next, it's time to adjust its power."

"It's very simple, isn't it?"

"Teacher, why do so many wizards die in the process of creating spells?" Ike pondered for a moment before asking.

"Because they don't have enough control over magic!" Old Fu said, his red eyes full of disdain. "A bunch of unrealistic bastards who haven't even mastered techniques like silent or staffless spellcasting, yet they try to control magic far beyond their capabilities."

"Remember, little Ike, magic isn't a toy to be manipulated. You must control it, not become its slave..."

"Of course, silent casting and wandless casting are not necessary for creating spells. Severus once invented a fantastic spell, Shadowstep, back when he was still studying at Hogwarts," Old Voldemort chuckled. "Back then, he probably hadn't even mastered silent casting, far inferior to you now."

"Even many adult wizards are not like you, able to release the vast majority of their spells silently and without any weapon."

"So we're back to what we started discussing: the objective..."

"This is the most important thing!"

"I understand, teacher." Ike nodded. He understood what Comrade Old Fu was trying to say, a point that had been mentioned countless times in the novels he had read before.

Magic is idealistic.

"Go think about it, set a goal. I look forward to seeing you demonstrate the magic you create." He reached out and put his arm around Ike, then patted the book in his hand with his other hand. "Don't let these things limit your imagination; they shouldn't be your shackles."

"Go, that's the only thing you need to do from now on." He put his arm around Ike and led him slowly toward the castle's entrance hall. "You need to become stronger so you can be a better help to me."

"I will, teacher." At the entrance, Ike bowed slightly to Comrade Old Voltaire and then walked out, returning to the laboratory that Lucius had prepared for him.

After entering the room, Ike casually placed "The Book of Melvin" on the table, then sat on the sofa, unconsciously fiddling with his wand.

"It seems he's not planning to involve me in too many Death Eater activities right now..." Ike thought to himself.

This is quite obvious. The Death Eaters have a lot to do, and the biggest problem right now is the lack of manpower. Otherwise, they wouldn't have sent him to find Greyback.

Comrade Voldemort is certainly going to complete what he failed to do last time and become the ruler of the British magical world, and to do that, the people who went to the cemetery that night are definitely not enough.

"Becoming even stronger... As expected, conquering Azkaban was inevitable."

Naturally, Ike thought of this. So, everything became clear: Comrade Voldemort needed him to demonstrate his strength at that moment to make the entire operation go more smoothly.

Thinking of this, Ike breathed a sigh of relief, took the small box out of his pocket, opened the lid, and said softly:

"Have you figured it out, Karkaroff?"

(End of this chapter)