Ethan's Dark Magic Talent Shocks the Dark Wizard

"First, let's practice the hand movements for memory extraction... These are the most basic aids."

"The staff and its tip should have a subtle, small tremor."

Quirrell waved his wand just like Ethan had seen in the book.

This posture is somewhat like extracting one's thoughts and placing them into a meditation basin.

Ethan imitated Professor Quirrell's movements.

The light brown hornbeam wand with horizontal ridges drew a graceful arc in mid-air, accompanied by a slight tremor.

The movements were perfectly executed, without the slightest error.

In fact, it's even more aesthetically pleasing than Professor Quirrell's work.

He looks more like an elegant musician than a Parkinson's patient.

"...Well done, Mr. Vincent."

Quirrell twitched the corner of his mouth.

Although he was slightly amazed by Ethan's speed in mastering it in one go.

But he assumed Ethan had practiced beforehand, so he didn't pay any attention.

The difficult part is yet to come.

"Then, let's move on to the next stage."

"Auxiliary spell for learning and memory extraction."

"This...this isn't necessary. Actually, there's no simplified version of the spell..."

"Beginners must recite it repeatedly until they can skillfully perform magic even without reciting the incantation."

"It contains ancient runes, which you, a young wizard your age, have never learned before."

Quirrell raised his wand and wrote a long, complex spell in mid-air, stroke by stroke.

This was the first time Ethan had seen Quirrell write on the blackboard.

It's easy to imagine how superficial his classes are.

Ethan observed the words.

Some of them are similar to the Eris spell he learned.

"Listen to me read..."

Quirrell cleared his throat, lit his wand, and dryly recited the words.

It sounds like a child reading a textbook.

It has absolutely no aesthetic appeal.

Ethan frowned.

He looked up, examining the floating spells.

Their strange appearance was reflected in their cobalt blue eyes.

Some of them are ancient runes.

The spells that are more suitable for modern wizard babies have not yet evolved.

It reminded Ethan of the Eris Curse, and felt somewhat familiar.

Thanks to the power of "Knowledge," Quirrell only read it once, but those difficult pronunciations were deeply imprinted in Ethan's mind.

Combining the spell with the knowledge he usually learns.

The ancient runes, resembling tadpoles, gradually revealed their meaning.

"This...this spell is very, very difficult. Don't worry, I'll teach you slowly..."

Seeing Ethan staring at the spell in silence, Quirrell couldn't help but smile smugly.

So what if Ethan is a "genius" praised by everyone?

The difference in age and experience is stark; how could Ethan possibly compare?!

Quirrell felt no shame in comparing himself to an eleven-year-old.

When Ethan finishes teaching tonight, he will be able to recite the entire spell, and Quirrell will have to praise him for being "talented".

"Ahem, come on, let me teach you one word at a time—"

Before he could finish speaking...

A raw, youthful voice interrupted him.

Like the chanting of a moonlit fairy, beautiful and ethereal incantations flowed from Ethan's lips.

"Qiluo SHi DachUnzHU……"

As he chanted, the surrounding air seemed to float, as if resonating with him, radiating a shimmering light.

"..."

Quirrell slowly widened his eyes.

Staring in astonishment at Ethan's fluent recitation, it was as if he were seeing a humanoid monster.

Quirrell only snapped out of his daze when Ethan finished reciting the incantation and looked at him with a smile.

—Not a single word was missed!

Ethan really learned the spell after only hearing it once!

Even better than him!

The study of soul and memory, even though it's used for the purpose of creating living paintings, is already bordering on black magic!

Why is Ethan, a first-year wizard, so skilled in dark magic?

Is this still Hogwarts?!

[A truly remarkable talent...]

In his mind, Voldemort suddenly spoke.

The tone was full of praise.

[To memorize and understand all the words after hearing it only once, even if the child had studied it beforehand, can only be described as "monster"...]

Ah, if I had been in the same year as him back then, what kind of sparks would have flown...?

The tone shifted abruptly, and Voldemort's voice became increasingly manipulative:

[You piece of trash! You're not even as good as one of this child's toes! If I hadn't had no other choice, I would never have considered coexisting with you!]

"..."

Quirrell lowered his head deeply, his whole body trembling.

Jealousy, resentment, and all sorts of twisted and dark emotions filled his chest.

Ethan stared silently at Quirrell, as if he were about to mutate at any moment.

Just now, Voldemort must have increased Quirrell's power level, right?

Driven by desire and power, and corrupted by dark magic, Quirrell has long lost Ravenclaw's pure pursuit of knowledge.

Bah, garbage!

However, Ethan is quite satisfied with the current pace of teaching.

Quirrell is almost out of strength, Voldemort, push harder!

"...Wait, wait a minute, Mr. Vincent, I'll go get the teaching aids!"

Quirrell looked up, gave a slight smirk, and then hurriedly left the classroom.

When she turned her head, her face was filled with barely suppressed resentment and malice.

He had to prove that he was stronger than Ethan and more useful to his master!

Even with a good memory, one can memorize the entire spell.

However, in actual practice, hand gestures and incantations alone are far from sufficient to cast the spell.

soon.

Quirrell then returned with several glass jars.

They were several bumpy, toad-like creatures.

Cute little thing~

Ethan smiled and smiled.

Toad: trembling.jpg

"Alright, let's practice with these toads."

Quirrell said in a muffled voice.

He raised his wand, pointed it at a toad, and silently murmured a few words.

A wisp of white smoke emerged from the toad's head and coiled around Quirrell's wand.

Visibly, the toad's eyes became dull and lifeless.

"This is the toad's memory, and a fragment of its soul... It's somewhat similar to the three Unforgivable Curses, the Imperius Curse. It's just that it extracts the toad's thoughts."

"Here, give it a try."

Quirrell said he deliberately didn't tell Ethan the spell's model.

Without the aid of a model, success is absolutely impossible!

Ethan was fully aware of Quirrell's subtle actions.

But he had already learned the spell models of soul magic from the forbidden book.

All that's left is to put it into practice.

Ethan waved his wand and chanted a spell.

As expected, nothing happened.

"Gugua."

The toad remained motionless, just like the rock.

"call……"

Quirrell couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, a joyful smile spreading across his face.

It's alright, it's alright.

There are things Ethan can't do either.

His mastery of dark magic far surpasses that of Ethan!

at this time.

Ethan didn't pay attention to Quirrell.

His gaze froze slightly in mid-air—

[Through practice, you will further enhance your understanding of the knowledge.]

Continue practicing, and you will gain new "broad knowledge".