Magical Studies at Hogwarts...

Chapter 63 Comrade Xiao Fu

Ah!

Ha ha!

With his notebook in hand, Ike decided to skip Lockhart's drama class and went straight to the Room of Requirement.

He expertly scratched Nabas's armpit before entering Ravenclaw's secret study.

I placed the notebook on the desk, took out a quill pen, and wrote a string of smooth text on the title page.

"The key points of the 'toilet-scooping curse': First, you must have something to excrete..."

Before he finished writing, the ink gradually disappeared, and a line of text slowly appeared.

"Hello, my name is Tom Riddle. Who are you? How did you find my diary?"

"My name is Ike Streid."

"Hello, Ike."

The words lingered on the paper for a moment, then slowly disappeared, and a new line appeared.

"You still haven't answered how you found my diary?"

"At the door of the restroom, it looks like someone wants to throw you away."

Ike tapped the quill on the paper and continued writing: "How were you created? Was it through some special magic or alchemy? Could another notebook like you be made using ancient runes?"

Comrade Xiao Fu seemed bewildered by Ike's series of questions and took quite a while to reply.

"Sorry, I don't know either. I'm just a notebook."

Ike continued, "Then what use are you? No wonder others threw you away..."

Before he could finish writing, Comrade Xiao Fu eagerly wrote: "I can teach you some magic. I vaguely remember that my master was an excellent student."

"Magic? Do you know the Patronus Charm? I've never been able to summon my Patronus."

After a long pause, Comrade Xiao Fu finally replied: "Sorry, I don't know the Guardian Charm..."

"Can you tell me what grade you're in?"

Second grade.

For a long time, no more text appeared on the notebook.

A slight smile crept onto Ike's lips. Teasing his cheap teacher's first Horcrux brought him a completely new feeling. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but it just put him in a good mood.

very good!

After a while, Ike continued writing: "Okay, since you don't know the Patronus Charm, can you tell me what to pay attention to when using the Unseen Stretch Charm? I always fail when I try to cast the Unseen Stretch Charm on my handbag."

"Sorry, I don't know this spell either..."

"So what can you do?" Ike wrote quickly, "Apparition? The Unyielding Charm?"

"I don't know any of those, but I can teach you some very powerful magic..."

"What?"

"From your question, it's clear you have a strong passion for magic. Even though you're only a second-year student, I imagine what the school is teaching now isn't enough for you anymore..."

"I can teach you some incredibly powerful spells that will give you a new understanding of magic..."

"For example, black magic."

Ike raised an eyebrow; he hadn't expected Comrade Xiao Fu to be so impatient.

"Dark magic? You mean Fiendfyre? I know it!"

Comrade Xiao Fu seemed to have choked again, and after a while replied, "Then, what about black magic?"

"Black magic? You know it?"

Ike was pleasantly surprised; he hadn't expected that Comrade Xiao Fu would possess such a nearly lost art of magic.

In the forbidden book section, there is a book called "The Forbidden Magic Handbook of the Middle Ages," which mentions black magic. This is a type of black magic that is more like a magical ritual, allowing the user to communicate with the world of the dead and summon and control ghosts and corpses.

Before the Middle Ages, the magical world had a unified name for wizards who could use black magic: necromancers.

Manipulating the souls and corpses of the dead—this evil practice led to necromancers being ostracized and hunted down by almost the entire magical world. As a result, the necromancer tradition was severely hampered, remaining intermittently, even more so than the break in the lineage of ancient magic.

Of course, not all necromancers are universally hated. The Forbidden Magic Handbook of the Middle Ages mentions that some powerful black magic users were employed by powerful monarchs, and after the Middle Ages, some were recruited by the Papacy to become church-affiliated necromancers, used to appease powerful undead and ghosts and to do things that the Papacy was not comfortable doing.

In short, the only ways to learn black magic now, besides the Holy See, are to search for potential inheritors in remote, sparsely populated areas. Either way, it's extremely troublesome.

From the moment Ike learned of the existence of black magic, he desperately wanted to learn this forbidden magic.

Imagine if you could summon Merlin's spirit, control him, and learn ancient magic directly from him...

Wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth, Ike hurriedly wrote, "You really know dark magic? Can you teach me?"

"Of course." Black ink flashed across the paper. "As long as you can do me a favor."

"What kind of help?"

"Don't resist..."

Upon seeing this line of text, Ike suddenly became alert and reached out to close the notebook. But it was too late; the notebook flipped through the pages rapidly, and a powerful suction force pulled Ike's body forward involuntarily.

They've gone too far!

Ike felt like he'd been thrown into a washing machine, his whole body spinning rapidly. This feeling reminded him of when he rode the giant swing at the amusement park, and he instinctively closed his eyes.

After a while, the nauseating feeling finally subsided. Ike felt as if he had been shoved hard from behind, and he fell to the ground.

It took him a while to recover, supporting himself with both hands. He touched his right sleeve; there was no wand, and the little black figure wasn't wrapped around his left arm either.

"Soul? Or consciousness?"

As Ike guessed, he twitched his left hand slightly and moved his body gently, feeling a little relieved.

Being able to use magic is a good thing!

Only then did Ike turn his attention to his surroundings.

The long stone corridor is lined with tall stone pillars on both sides, with large snakes inlaid with emeralds coiled on top.

A strange look appeared on his face. He was very familiar with this place; he had just been there a few days ago.

It is Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets!

After tidying up his robes, he walked forward along the stone corridor. Before long, he arrived in front of the giant Slytherin statue.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Ike Strand!"

A young man in a Slytherin school uniform turned around. He had short, jet-black hair, a thin build, and a frighteningly pale face.

"Tom Marvolo Riddell?"

"That's right, I knew I couldn't hide it from you." Comrade Xiao Fu let out a cold laugh.

"That's not hard to guess," Ike said casually. "TM Riddle, I've seen your name in the trophy room."

"Special Contribution Award?"

Xiao Fu nodded.

"Because they caught the mastermind behind opening the secret room?"

"Snap, snap, snap."

Comrade Xiao Fu clapped his hands, his tone filled with admiration: "Ike Strayder, even though I thought I valued you highly, I still underestimated you..."

"Can you tell me how you discovered it?"

"A simple word game..." Ike shrugged. "Just change the letters in your name slightly, and you'll get the answer."

"Lord Voldemort..."

"Ha~ha~ha~" Comrade Xiao Fu's laughter was loud and cold. "As expected, you are indeed the person I have my eye on! You are very smart."

Should I say thank you?

"No need, no need, hahaha~" Comrade Xiao Fu suddenly stopped smiling.

"Because I will soon become you..."

(End of this chapter)