Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

Snape was sarcastic, but he had already squatted forward to check Sybil's injuries.

But his leisurely vacation was rudely interrupted, and he was in a very bad mood.

I don't know if Shaw noticed that he was just flipping through Lily and his comic books when he came in.

So he was still unforgiving.

"Are you kind or perverted? Sybil was beaten half to death by you, but she still has a breath.

Hmm? What is this curse? If it weren't for this treasure, Sybil would have been dead."

As Snape spoke, his expression became more and more solemn.

He didn't care about mocking Shaw, and quickly got up and came to a cabinet. After a while of rummaging, he took out a bottle of potion from it.

He came back and pried open Sybil's mouth and rudely fed her the potion, then stood up and explained to Shaw.

"We can only suppress the curse now, the effect of the medicine will not last long. Remember to use your magic to help Sybil resist the super strong curse first. I will go to prepare the medicine."

After Snape finished his instructions, he went directly into the inner room and closed the door tightly.

Shor glanced at the pale Sybil. The black air on her arm did not spread to the main body for the time being.

Slightly relieved, he summoned a high stool to sit down next to him, and then he had time to think quietly.

First check the situation of the lottery just now.

Twenty draws for each of the first and second levels.

In addition to thanking you for patronizing 6 times, 2 talent points, 2 skill points, and 2 legendary points.

There are also some spells that I have learned, which can only increase the proficiency.

Only two new skills drawn with the second-level faith value are somewhat useful: the fifth-level Fidelius Charm and the fifth-level Word Spirit.

I won't introduce the Fidelius Charm in detail.

This spell of words is considered a buff spell, but after seeing the spell effect, Xiao Er suddenly felt ashamed.

He swore in his heart that no matter how useful this skill is, he would never use it!

Xiao Er weighed it and put all 2 talent points on the level 3 curse talent, making it a level 5 spell.

There was one point of legendary value that was useless before, but now it has accumulated to three points.

Xiao Er hesitated for a while and did not add it to the level 7 thunder spell. He still kept it to prevent it.

When the shielding system can cast a level 7 thunder spell, it will not be too late to upgrade it.

The skill points also exist.

After adding points, Xiao Er began to close his eyes and comprehend the various insights of the level 5 curse talent from the "system", although he did not have specific knowledge.

But he could already sense some of the curse power in the air.

His previous research on curses was basically based on what he learned when studying blood curses.

But he had no talent in this area and had never been very profound.

Now with the blessing of level 5 talent, many things that I didn't understand before can be understood clearly at once.

Shaw felt that it would not take long before he could start to "borrow" Harry's invisibility cloak and start to solve Astoria's blood curse.

The last point of level 3 faith value, should? Maybe? Probably can be obtained.

After a while, Shaw opened his eyes and looked at Sybil's withered right hand, with a gleam in his eyes.

He stretched out his finger and tapped on the other's withered and dark right arm.

The black gas above condensed into a ball on the fingertips.

Shaw felt it, and a ball of purple thunder appeared out of thin air, burning the black gas.

The black gas was crackled by the electricity, and the air immediately emitted a nauseating stench.

Shaw held back his retching and quickly wrapped the stench with magic.

The black gas was gradually completely dissolved, but Shaw was also very tired, but he endured the energy to continue absorbing and destroying, trying his best to suppress the growth of the curse.

As for a complete cure? With Shaw's current level, that was really too much to think about.

If the super curse that Voldemort used to protect the Horcrux was so easy to remove, Dumbledore would not have died so quickly in the original book.

Of course, if Shaw was given more time to study the principle of this curse, it would still be possible to transform some targeted thunder spell.

"Bang!"

After an unknown amount of time, the inner door was suddenly opened, and Snape came out with a pot of potion, his face tired.

"Feed her to drink it, the special potion can suppress this curse in the palm of your hand, and it can only save her life for one year. If there is no other way, huh? What are you doing?"

As Snape explained, he saw Shaw's actions, put down the potion and looked at him carefully for a few times.

Then his face turned black and he said sarcastically.

"Humph! Do you think it's fun to play tricks on me? If you do this, as long as she absorbs the medicine patiently for a few days and nights, Sybil can live for a year. After feeding her the medicine, get out of here!"

Snape glared at Shaw, threw his robe and went back to the bedroom.

Shaw was too lazy to care about this "lawless" subordinate, he really didn't have the energy to do so.

This super strong curse is not so easy to destroy.How could it be possible to absorb it for days and nights? It would be exhausting.

After Snape returned to his room, he immediately stopped destroying the newly generated cursed black air.

He quickly poured the medicine down to Sybil.

Snape may have a bad temper, but his potion skills are really strong.

The black air lingering on Sybil's arm was immediately suppressed by the effect of the potion, gradually curled up on one palm, and was trapped by circles of silver halo.

Sybil's complexion also slowly recovered a little rosy, which was considered to be saved.

Shaw exhaled, sat down on the sofa opposite, took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"If this charlatan wakes up and doesn't explain the prophecy to me clearly, it will be a big loss."

Shaw muttered, always a little worried, after all, the other party had a criminal record, sometimes he would not remember clearly after he woke up after making a prophecy.

Shaw rested for a while and then made tea for himself.

After finishing the tea, he saw that Sybil still had no intention of waking up, so he could only take out his summer homework and start writing.

He was a "three-good student".

Because Shaw had done too much research last year, he was a little late in his studies.

His final grades were only average, and he only got an excellent grade in herbology, not a perfect O.

Although he got an O in potions, it was Snape who opened the back door.

Then, along with the transcript, there was also a letter from Sprout, the dean of the Badger House, and a pile of herb books and homework mailed to his home.

In the letter, he said that Shaw was so outstanding, how could he not get all Os, and it was her fault as a professor of herbology.

What could Shaw do?

He could only do his homework honestly.

After an unknown amount of time, Sybil woke up from the sofa and saw Shaw buried in his books in a daze.

It took a long time for the skinny witch to wake up from the short circuit state.

She immediately crossed her arms and said in shock.

"Ah, what did you do to me!"

Shor raised his head with a dark face and looked at Sybil.

Did you meet a common woman?

With your dignity, and you are an alcoholic witch, who dares to do anything to you?