Hogwarts: From Luna's family to god

"Did you let Harry and Ron copy your homework? This is wrong! We will definitely be deducted points again!"

Hermione held a thick book in her arms, still speaking at an alarming speed, and her brows were full of doubts.

Weizet raised his head, "What are you talking about?"

"I saw it just now..." Hermione pointed back, which was her "royal" corner, "Ron and Harry brought their homework here. They must have come to borrow it from you."

"So where is my homework?" Weizet asked softly, spreading his hands to show the "Theory of Metamorphism".

Hermione was speechless for a moment, her ears instantly turned red, and she said in a panic: "I'm sorry... I don't know..."

Weizet responded calmly: "They completed the homework by themselves. I just helped answer some questions. It's that simple."

He now somewhat understood why Ron and Harry sounded dissatisfied when talking about Hermione.

Such an outspoken and impulsive personality is really hard to accept.

"But that's what I told them too!" Hermione said angrily, "I told them that if they copy their homework, they will definitely be found out and points will be deducted!"

"Then I also said...if anyone doesn't understand, come and ask me. It was clearly taught in class, so why didn't they take notes seriously?"

Vizette suddenly felt a little funny, "Did you say all these words?"

"Yeah!" Hermione nodded, "I told you everything!"

Weizet continued, "Do you think they'd like to hear you say that?"

"Why wouldn't you be happy..." Hermione hesitated, "Probably not...I am doing this for their own good..."

"Well..." Weizet frowned, "Actually, I saw your transformation magic last time, a match turned into a needle..."

"You are too greedy. You think you can complete magical transformation in a short time like me. Do you think you have this ability?"

Hermione's body trembled and her eyes turned slightly red, "You..."

"Don't you understand yet?" Weizet smiled slightly, "The words I just said are just imitating what you said to Ron and the others."

"No one likes to hear preaching, let alone someone using a condescending tone to tell them what to do, accuse them of their shortcomings, and deny their abilities."

"I know you do it for their own good, but if you want them to accept your suggestions, you can't just criticize them."

"It's almost time, I'm leaving first." He ignored Hermione who was stunned on the spot, took "Metamorphosis Theory" and notebook, and left the library.

With plenty of time on the weekend, he planned to continue exploring this magnificent castle and harvest more ancient magical powers.

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Defense Against the Dark Arts is an extremely important course that includes meeting various creatures of the dark arts and understanding the jinxes, poisons and curses associated with the dark arts.

This course also allows you to learn a lot of attack magic and understand how wizards should fight.

In addition, the course itself is also very topical - no professor has taught for more than one year since forty or fifty years ago.

Even Ravenclaws swear by it: "I'm afraid the course itself is cursed!"

Finding a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor every year has become Dumbledore's primary problem.

For this reason, the teaching quality of Defense Against Dark Arts professors has also become uneven.

For example, Quirrell, who is now in charge of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, students generally don't think highly of him.

The first is Quirrell's strange appearance, with a purple turban on his head that smells like garlic.

Students have to endure the ubiquitous smell of garlic during class.

The second is Quirrell's class content. He will stutter out the textbook content, then stutter to explain the content, and make some extensions, lacking real practical content.

This kind of class experience is really not good. Many students call it "a substitute for the history of magic class" and openly catch up on their sleep in class.

"The Snot Curse! This is... an ancient magic..." Quirrell began to stutter again.

"Wizards...after the Wizarding World War...the improved snot curse has returned...back to the textbooks!"

The most dangerous form of black magic is curses, and the Snot Curse happens to be a curse.

However, in Quirrell's explanation, the effect of the spell is very simple - it gives the victim a severe runny nose, like a bad cold.

The snot-curse's generic name and description, coupled with the stammering sound, caused at least half of the students to start dozing off.

Even the Ravenclaw students couldn't hold on, so they simply took out the homework left by Snape yesterday and started writing furiously.

Weizet always completed the homework left in class on the same day.

In addition, he has rich experience in magic history classes, which allows him to organize the lecture content with difficulty and absorb a small amount of knowledge.

Like a jigsaw puzzle, it is also a pleasure for him to piece together the confusing classroom content.

The snot spell is not as simple as imagined.

In Quirrell's telling, the spell underwent several transformations. Especially after the Wizarding World War, the power of the Snot Curse was completely reduced.

"Professor Quirrell!" Weizet raised his hand, "Excuse me, do you understand the original power of this magic?"

The clear and loud voice instantly awakened the students in class, and they were confusedly looking for who was talking.

"Oh..." Quirrell also woke up from a dream, "Mr. Lovegood, why... why do you think so?"

Vizet said: "Because this is a curse. As the most dangerous type of black magic, it shouldn't just make people have a stuffy nose, right?"

"Hehe... you listen... listen to the class very seriously!" Quirrell laughed, with a look of relief in his eyes.

Among the students who were absent from class, Vizet, who listened to the class carefully, took notes and thought, was so different.

Quirrell continued, "The reason why this magic... is ancient is that the inspiration comes from disease or... or plague! Plague that is deadly!"

"That is to say... the original effect of this curse can be... used to kill people! It is a murderous curse!"

"Murderous curse?" A magic related to death naturally attracted the attention of the students present.

Chapter 48: Exploiting Potential and Cultivating Containers

"The earliest snot curse was very... very complex, a compound curse that can cause severe... severe diarrhea, persistent high fever, skin ulcers..."

Quirrell's stuttering was so severe that after only three minutes, the student, who had rarely perked up, could no longer hold on and nodded off.

Vizet's seriousness touched Quirrell, causing him to open up and give a deep interpretation of the snot curse, which made him feel like he was teaching everything he knew.

Only Vizet listened with great interest and wrote down a full page of notes.

When the bell rang, Quirrell came to Vizet and asked with a timid expression and hoarse voice: "How... how is it? Can you understand... understand?"

"Very exciting!" Vizet smiled with satisfaction, "This is the first time I have come into contact with complex magic. Do the previous magics have similar characteristics?"

Quirrell smiled happily: "Very exciting association... association! No wonder Professor Flitwick... they always like to praise you."

"Want to know more... more of this kind of magic? Come to my office at noon, I will recommend... recommend some books to you!"

Vizet nodded in response: "Of course no problem, then I'm sorry to disturb your lunch break."

"No... it's okay!" Quirrell waved his hand and smiled even happier than before, "It's rare to meet a good... studious student"

He walked back to the office with heavy steps, his back against the door, and pain in his eyes.

"I have to do this... This is the master's order..." He said hysterically, "But he is just a studious Ravenclaw, just like me in the past... I'm sorry..."

"Hiss!" Quirrell took a breath and subconsciously covered his head. The pain made it difficult for him to breathe. This was a signal from Voldemort calling him.

He walked to the middle of the office and took off the purple headscarf on his head in front of the mirror.

The mirror reflected the back of his head, where a terrible face grew.

The face looked like a snake face, with only two nasal slits where the nose should be, and the sinister eyes flashed with a strange red light.

Voldemort, who was originally attached to the snake, was transferred to Quirrell, forming an irresistible subordinate relationship.

Voldemort made a cold voice like a venomous snake, "Quirinus... I hope you bring me good news this time!"

"Master..." Quirrell trembled, and said respectfully, "I have invited one of the two boys you asked me to pay attention to."

"Harry Potter?" Voldemort's eyes were red, and then dimmed a little, "No! That boy is of low level... Did you invite Wizzet Lovegood?"

"That's right! I explained the Snot Curse today and successfully attracted his attention." Quirrell said quickly, "I invited him to come over at noon and recommend a few books to him."

"Like you, a Ravenclaw, the temptation brought by knowledge is fatal to you!" Voldemort laughed sinisterly.

"Very good! Quirinus, you did a great job! After so long, you finally did something for me!"

"Hurry up and find out how to enter the room on the fourth floor. After that, I will give you everything you want!"

"Thank you! My master!" Quirrell closed his eyes, his cheeks twitching slightly, "What should I do next?"

"What is the content of your course today? Why did it attract his attention?"

"Snot Curse, I told the history of this magic. Vizet thinks that since this magic is a curse, it should not be so simple."

"His intuition is very sharp!" Voldemort sneered, "In order to cover up their tracks, those idiots used such a silly and ordinary name as the Snot Curse to cover up the real name of this curse."

"Chronic Curse! Master, you just told me about this magic yesterday." Quirrell asked in confusion, "But I don't understand, what do you plan to do with Vizet? Isn't it just Harry Potter..."

"Quirrinus, don't speculate on my intentions!" Voldemort shouted sternly.

Quirrell suddenly felt like his head was about to explode, and even his body could hardly maintain balance. He immediately fell to his knees in a cold sweat.

"Master... I know I was wrong!" He begged for mercy, "Master... what should we do?"

"Let go of everything you have, Quirinus..." Voldemort's voice was full of bewitching, "I will instill the secret of the Sickness Curse into you, and you will teach him this magic!"