Supplement! Ethan is about to learn Avada Kedavra!

then.

Quirrell was surprised to see that even though Ethan's spell had failed, he had an excited expression on his face.

Are you a masochist?

Quirrell didn't understand.

Just as he was about to offer some guidance, he saw Ethan raise his wand again.

again and again.

Even if nothing happens, I am not discouraged at all.

Calm and resolute, he waved his wand and chanted the incantation.

In the end, even Quirrell became somewhat afraid.

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Why do something so pointless?

Even with repeated practice, you absolutely cannot cast a spell successfully if you don't know the spell model!

Is he being stubborn?

Do you believe you are certain you can learn it and that you cannot fail?

Ah, there's a shortcut, yet they stubbornly take the long way to prove their point...

This behavior can only be described as "stupid"!

Thinking this, Quirrell unconsciously bit his lower lip.

He watched Ethan wave his wand again and again, as if learning magic itself was interesting enough, and an indescribable feeling welled up inside him.

The only thing Quirrell knew.

He just absolutely hated that kid.

Once his master gives the order to get rid of Ethan, he will not hesitate to find an opportunity to strike.

"Mr. Vincent," Quirrell said with an awkward smile, "Stop wasting your time. You haven't learned the spell model yet, have you? Let me teach you..."

Wasted effort?

I don't think so.

Ethan thought to himself.

Even if he doesn't really know the spell model, he can gradually understand the changes in magic through repeated practice.

Just like learning the Levitation Spell in first grade, you don't just throw a bunch of spell models at the beginning.

Instead, practice "Yugadim-Levio↑Sa" slowly first.

—You've really changed, Quirrell!

How did Ravenclaw become like this!

Just then.

A pale blue light curtain appeared before Ethan's eyes.

Little by little, you drink from the sweet spring of knowledge like a mayfly drawing water.

Although few, they add up.

You have gained new "knowledge"

Your mind is overflowing with inspiration, a light is shining in your head, and you feel yourself gradually coming to understand something.

[New skill is being synthesized...]

coming!

Ethan's eyes lit up.

Just like a light bulb suddenly turning on in the dark.

The model, which had been obscured by gloom, was suddenly revealed in his mind in its entirety and clarity.

Every tiny turn, every subtle connection.

They have nowhere to hide.

It really made sense!

"Mr. Vincent?"

Seeing Ethan staring intently at a certain point in the void, Quirrell called out in confusion.

Ethan snapped out of his daze.

The cobalt blue eyes glanced at Quirrell, a smirk playing on the corners of his lips. He held up one index finger and said:

"Shh-"

"Now, it is time to witness a miracle."

?

Quirrell frowned.

Ethan, just as he had done countless times before, waved his wand with the standard movements and chanted a beautiful incantation.

"Mr. Vincent, this won't work. You must first learn the spell model—uh?!"

Quirrell suddenly stopped talking.

What comes into view.

It was a picture of a thin, white thread, as fine as silk, floating out of a toad's head.

Although it was very little, it was indeed a thread of memory!

As Ethan moved, it gently wrapped around the tip of his wand.

Ethan raised his hand, carefully admiring the thread that contained the memories and emotions of the creature.

I felt a sense of peaceful fullness within me.

A moment later, Ethan put down his wand and placed the precious thread back into the toad's brain.

"..."

The toad blinked its drowsy eyes and regained its senses.

It made a "gurgling" sound, its cheeks continuing to puff out as it breathed, remaining as still as a mountain.

"It's a success."

Ethan turned to look at the stunned Professor Quirrell and laughed:

"We can learn more advanced spells now... such as extracting deeper fragments of the soul and giving the portrait a true personality."

"..."

Quirrell's eyes widened, and his mouth opened and closed twice like a fish.

next second.

He collapsed to the ground, his whole body going limp.

—Now that you have seen the plum grove, why not kneel down in worship?

......

In the time that followed.

Ethan learned a lot from Professor Quirrell—on one hand.

After each class, Quirrell was devastated.

His eyes were unfocused and his limbs felt weak.

It looked like a rag doll that had been run over from every angle by a large truck.

Once, during a Defense Against the Dark Arts class, he suddenly clutched his head with both hands and growled hoarsely, "What am I?!" "I'm just a piece of trash!!"

In contrast.

Ethan's complexion grew even redder.

My mood became visibly more and more joyful, and I radiated the light of knowledge from head to toe.

"Ethan got 120 on his last Charms quiz," his roommate Mandy said, adjusting her glasses. "Out of 100."

"Ethan and we are no longer of the same species."

Michael: "It can't be that bad. Didn't Professor Flitwick give Ethan an extra twenty points because he wrote an essay that went beyond the syllabus, and he was just happy about it?"

Mandy walked past Michael without looking at him.

He muttered to himself:

"What are you babbling about, Flobber caterpillar?"

Michael: "..."

So, someone who only got 70 points on a test isn't even human anymore?!

This damn pure score bloodline!

Another classmate chuckled and hooked his arm around Michael's shoulder: "Ignore that guy. Let's go find some girls to hang out with!"

Michael coldly shook off his arm.

Without even glancing at him, he coldly said:

"Speak to me, you babo tuber."

The student who scored 60: "......"

Okay.

Getting a score of 60 means you're not even an animal anymore, you've practically regressed to a plant, haven't you?!

Your dorm is truly a bunch of hidden talents!

No wonder he gets along so well with Ethan.

—However, everyone knows that.

Having chosen Professor Quirrell as his mentor, Ethan had no chance of winning.

Based solely on those paintings that have no real offensive power.

It's lucky that they came back unharmed.

After all, it's said that the students at Durmstrang School are all tainted with some kind of dark magic.

It's the real deal.

Instead of those scary things like portraits.

......

[New skill has been synthesized!]

[You have acquired the skill: Initial Abilities of Knowledge Lv1]

Knowledge is a city built brick by brick. But what awaits in the darkness beyond the walls? If there is nothing to fear, why build such high walls?

Or perhaps... you are outside the high walls.

[Effect: You will have a photographic memory, you will be able to understand more advanced magic, and you will be able to cast spells more rationally, without being limited by emotions.]

[You have learned new knowledge: Chain Spell]

Your spell can hit a maximum of three targets at once, but you need to control the direction of the spell.

New skill acquired!

Ethan's excitement and joy were beyond words.

Even from these straightforward words, Ethan could sense the power of this skill.

Release magic more rationally, without being limited by emotions.

This means that once he learns it, he will be able to use all magic smoothly.

For example, the three unforgivable curses that require extreme emotions.

Ethan's attitude toward this is:

You may not need to use it, but you cannot be unable to do it.

After all, mercy is Merlin's business; we just need to send the enemy to meet Merlin.

But this is only a secondary effect.

Most importantly, it is to "release three spells at once"!

Avada Kedavra, may your heart be illuminated!

indeed.

Like flocks of birds, it can attack a large number of targets at once.

However, none of these have any special effect.

For example, collapsing to the ground, turning to stone, or Avada Kedavra.

Ethan couldn't recall any Auror who could use such a spell to deal with a large number of targets at once.

Even more, an idea popped into Ethan's mind—

He combined the chain curse with his "Broom Rash".

The paintings he creates are even more impressive.

Expansion and curses—just thinking about it is thrilling.

"My ancestor, the wizard, I have inherited your mantle."

Ethan clasped his hands together, praying like the most devout and pure believer:

"Don't worry, I will definitely make good use of it just like you did."

There are no dark wizards yet.

But it's okay.

He can practice on magical creatures first.

for example......

A big dog with three heads.

Each head has its own spell, perfectly arranged.

Professor Snape, who said a man can't take on three heads at once?