manynovel Chapter 105 Ah! I understand!
Chapter 105 Ah! I understand!
Chapter 105 Ah! I understand!
"Damn Lucas McGregor!" A snake-like hiss echoed in the room, "Dirty Muggle!"
"You despicable thing! How dare you say such things to me, how dare you say I have nothing to teach you!"
"Master...Master!" Quirrell screamed, "We can torture him now! We can use the Cruciatus Curse on him! Make this brat pay! Then, we'll use the Oblivion Curse on him..."
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However, he suddenly convulsed, fell to his knees, and screamed, "Master, I'm sorry, Master, please forgive me...please forgive me..."
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The large hood shook violently: "Foolish! Dumbledore is watching him. We can't cast any spells on him now. If he notices anything amiss, we'll be in trouble."
"Yes... Master, you are truly wise..." Quirrell said painfully.
"Damn McGregor, how can a Muggle have such amazing magic! How is this possible..." the snake's voice continued.
"I will make him pay for what he said today! But for now, we can only be good professors. We need to win him over, nurture him, and utilize his power..."
"Quick! Think of any spells that might interest him! How can we keep him by our side?"
Lucas stood awkwardly in his office, smelling the faint scent of garlic wafting in from outside the window, thinking that he had really angered Professor Quirrell.
Come to think of it, Professor Quirrell graduated from Ravenclaw and has a solid foundation in magical theory: he became a Hogwarts professor at a young age, and now he teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts, one of the most anticipated of the main subjects, which shows that his magical attainments are definitely not shallow.
Such an excellent professor, appreciating my abilities, offered to tutor me extra, and I didn't appreciate it—that's really unfair. Besides, it involves Professor Sprout's request; isn't this going against both of their wishes and saving face?
Oh dear, didn't I already understand? The path to magical cuisine that I'm pursuing is a wasteland, and I need to explore it myself. It's perfectly normal that Professor Quirrell can't teach me anything.
Otherwise, I'll just learn whatever he teaches me; after all, it's a skill, big or small.
Just as he was wondering how to smooth things over, the door in the wall suddenly reopened, and Professor Quirrell came out. His large turban seemed to be wrapped a little tighter, and he walked up to Lucas.
Professor Quirrell—
Quirrell interrupted him abruptly: "Lucas, you're a chef, aren't you?"
Lucas's eyes lit up, and he immediately forgot his previous thought.
He nodded vigorously, and Professor Quirrell laughed nervously.
"Then you'll definitely like this spell."
He slowly drew his wand, and at that moment, a cold and immense sense of oppression enveloped the entire room.
"After all, no chef dislikes fire!"
"Incendio!"
With a deep incantation, orange flames leaped from the tip of the wand, like a torch bringing light, or like crackling fire in a fireplace.
Lucas stared at it with fascination, flames flickering in his hazel eyes and a layer of firelight flowing through his red hair.
Fire, the source of civilization, the beginning of cooked food, and the foundation of cuisine.
Admittedly, there are many delicious raw foods, but those are merely a diversion in life. For humans, cooked food, born with the help of fire, is the cornerstone of life.
"Many mediocre people think this is just a spell to light a fireplace." Quirrell's tone became even stranger, as if another person was speaking through his voice. "But in reality, fire is the most malleable force in the world, the source of destruction and rebirth."
A chilling glint flashed in Quirrell's lowered eyes: "Because the greatest power often lies hidden beneath the most ordinary appearance."
Quirrell's wrist twitched very slightly.
The orange-red flame instantly expanded, transforming into a huge, blazing fireball that hung in mid-air like a small sun, illuminating the entire office in a fiery red glow under the reflection of the silver mirror.
The temperature in the room rose sharply, and with a whoosh, the fireball expanded again, turning from orange-red to orange-yellow. The heat spread, and Lucas couldn't help but take a step back. However, in that instant, a white light suddenly burst forth from within the fireball, then devoured all the orange-yellow, leaving only a pure white fireball.
Lucas felt a stinging pain on his skin, as if he could hear the sound of his own hair burning. He was now pressed against the office door, with nowhere to retreat, watching helplessly as the parchment on his desk burst into flames beneath the white fireball.
Then, in the center of that pure white fireball, a faint blue light quietly appeared!
The air in the office was almost sucked out, and the heat distorted his vision. Through the haze, Lucas saw that the fireball was wriggling like an egg, and a charred humanoid figure was struggling inside, trying to break free.
He held a dazzling greatsword in one hand and pulled the reins of flames with the other. A horse's neigh came from the flames, and just as he was about to pull the mount out of the fire, Quirrell's wand flicked slightly.
All these sights vanished, and in an instant, the fireball returned to its original size, a bright orange ball. The wind rushed in through the window, and the office temperature plummeted.
After being taught by Dumbledore, Lucas knew what he had seen.
Without a doubt, that was Quirrell's illusionary form of the "Blazing Flames" spell!
With an unwavering will, a powerful magical foundation, and a deep understanding of the spell, the flames responded to Quirrell's call, transforming into the most powerful image of fire in his heart.
What could it be—a charred black humanoid figure wielding a giant sword and riding a fiery steed?
But Quirrell didn't explain the illusion; instead, he asked, "Lucas, tell me, what makes this spell different from the others?"
What's different? Is it more powerful?
No, power is just the result. How could a spell that enters a fantasy form not be powerful? Quirrell was asking about the process.
Lucas's heart skipped a beat: "Change! Professor, this spell can change constantly!"
Quirrell burst into laughter, a laugh that, for some reason, sent chills down one's spine.
"That's right, Lucas! I didn't misjudge you!"
"The form, nature, and power of most spells are fixed when they are cast, and even their flight path is completely fixed, going straight to the target."
"But fire spells are different; as long as you stay focused on casting, you can adjust the flames at any time!"
"As I just demonstrated, the temperature of the flames is entirely under my control. And once you master Transfiguration..."
Quirrell flicked his wand, and the large fireball suddenly split into a series of smaller fireballs, each the size of a fist, which spun rapidly in mid-air, emitting a sickening buzzing sound.
Lucas's eyes widened; a new door had opened before him.
He heard Quirrell's voice echoing in the office: "Control the flames—watch closely!"
Quirrell waved his wand gently, and the fireballs connected end to end, forming a thick ring of flame that enveloped his body.
With a flick of the wand, the ring of flame roared and surged outwards in all directions, sweeping across the land like a tidal wave. Paper ignited wherever it passed, then dissipated and shrank just before reaching Lucas, transforming into a lifelike firebird that took flight, with even every single fiery feather clearly visible.
Finally, the firebird let out a sharp cry, swooped down to the ground, and transformed into a long, large snake with its head held high!
The fire serpent hissed, and as Quirrell lowered his wand, its body suddenly shrank, but the flames on its body changed, once again turning into blazing white flames with terrifying heat.
Quirrell tossed a metal ornament to the snake, which hissed and bit it in the mouth. Within seconds, the entire ornament turned red-hot and melted into a pool of molten iron.
Lucas's shocked expression pleased Quirrell greatly. He waved his wand, bringing the fire serpent's temperature back to normal; after all, if it continued like this, the entire office would be engulfed in flames.
The fire serpent coiled gently around Quirrell, who then waved his wand again, extinguishing all the burning papers and causing the ashes to vanish without a trace.
"There's another point to know in this lesson: Lucas."
"You should know that among so many magical disciplines, the one most relevant to wizard battles, [Charm Science], is divided into four main categories: [Charms], [Transfiguration], [Dispelling Charms], and [Healing Charms]."
"However, just as you can't shoot two spells out of a wand at the same time, whether it's a spell, a dispelling spell, or a healing spell, a wizard cannot cast two spells at the same time."
"There is only one exception, and that is Transfiguration."
Lucas listened intently, memorizing all the key points.
"Transfiguration is a type of magic that can last for a long time. The duration of something created by Transfiguration is directly related to the wizard's level of magic power. Therefore, powerful wizards can use Transfiguration to create allies to fight alongside them."
The fire serpent beside Quirrell raised its head and hissed, and at the same time, Quirrell tapped his wand lightly, and a flash of green magical light appeared.
"Therefore, every Transfiguration master is a combat expert." Quirrell smiled meaningfully. "Among them, the most outstanding are, for example, Professor Minerva McGonagall, and our headmaster, Professor Dumbledore."
Quirrell waved his wand again, and the fire serpent vanished with a snap.
"So, is this the lesson you wanted to learn, Lucas?"
Lucas didn't respond. Quirrell frowned, but then saw Lucas looking thoughtful, as if he had thought of something and was lost in thought.
"Lucas?" Quirrell stepped forward.
Lucas was suddenly awakened, his eyes gleaming, and he shouted with delight.
"marvelous!"
Quirrell laughed smugly. "Not bad, not bad," Lucas said. "I see, so this is 'Hufflepuff's Kitchen Notebook'."
Fire manipulation charm 1 in the "Food Charm"
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Quirrell: ? ? ?
Lucas: "This is wonderful! I never expected that this lesson would allow me to grasp the true essence of the Fire Manipulation Charm. It turns out that it is not a strange variant of the Fire Charm, but is actually a Transfiguration Charm? Thank you so much, Professor Quirrell!"
Quirrell: !!!
Lucas: "Indeed, there are three thousand great paths, but they all lead to the same destination. The path of magic is no exception; by analogy, one can understand one thing and grasp all others."
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Quirrell: ? ? ?
Lucas: "So-called combat magic can be transformed into cooking magic. And cooking magic can also be transformed into combat magic!"
Quirrell: !!!
Lucas: "Having mastered the Flame Manipulation Charm, I have mastered perfect heat control. Without frequent flipping, or even stir-frying, I can make the heat of the flames penetrate every corner of the ingredients... I can conquer all the ingredients in the world, making them tender and juicy, soft and falling off the bone, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, translucent and chewy, bursting with juice..."
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Quirrell: ? ? ?
Lucas's eyes lit up, and he raised his arms and shouted.
"Ah! I get it! I get it!!!"
Quirrell: !!!
Voldemort: I'm going to kill him! I'm going to kill this idiot!!!
Quirrell: Master! Don't be impulsive, Master! Didn't you say that Dumbledore was watching him...?
Voldemort: How can I tolerate that he has learned my great power and the skills of the Dark Lord to cook?!
Quirrell: ...For the sake of resurrection, Master! Just bear with it. Cooking is fine, at least the tradition will be passed down, right?
With a loud bang, the door to Professor Quirrell's office slammed shut in front of Lucas, the gust of wind making his hair flutter.
For some unknown reason, Professor Quirrell suddenly flew into a rage and kicked him out.
Before Lucas could react, the office door opened again.
Professor Quirrell, his face shifting between pale and flushed, poked his head out and hissed, "Lucas! From now on, every Saturday morning, I'll be teaching you those damned cooking magic!"
"If you really want to understand and master this, then you'd better come and find me!"
"Your task for the next week is to learn the Fire Charm! Then I'll teach you how to control fire!"
Bang! The door slammed shut again.
Lucas stood outside the door, calling out gratefully, "Thank you! Professor Quirrell! I'll be there on time!"
Oh, Professor Quirrell is so kind.
I can't just let him teach me for nothing. Otherwise, I'll make him some medicinal food to nourish his body.
Speaking of which, his pale complexion, unsteady gait, and stuttering breathing are typical symptoms of qi deficiency. Add to that his paranoia, nervousness, emotional instability, and irritability...
Ouch! This is a sign of deficiency in both the heart and spleen, and a lack of mental focus! And it's very serious!
However, if the heart and spleen are weak, other aspects will likely suffer as well, so it's probably not that simple.
No, I need to find out more details so I can prepare a targeted medicinal diet for him.
"Professor Quirrell!" Lucas knocked on the door again. "Professor, I have an important question to ask you!"
The door opened a crack, and Quirrell glared at him angrily: "What other questions do you have, Lucas? I remember I already taught you the key points of casting 'Blazing Flames,' including the incantation syllables and hand gestures!"
Lucas blinked. "No, Professor, I meant to ask if you have symptoms such as lower back and knee pain, dizziness, tinnitus, or frequent urination at night?"
Quirrell: ? ? ?
Lucas looked around to make sure no one was watching, then stepped forward and lowered his voice: "Professor, don't be shy, this is for recuperation and treatment. You have to tell me, the most crucial thing is—are you feeling a little weak?"
Quirrell: !!!
Lucas coughed lightly: "Professor, it's like this, I suspect that in addition to severe deficiency of both heart and spleen, you also have kidney deficiency."
"But don't worry, I can cure it."
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