Section 37

Quirrell had no time to respond. He tried to shake his head, but felt that his consciousness was getting blurry and he could only nod with difficulty.

Dragging his heavy body, he struggled to walk to the chair not far away.

Countless knowledge suddenly came to him, and the severe pain in his head caused him to lose consciousness instantly and fainted in the chair...

"The soul's resistance to me has become weaker." Voldemort smiled sadly, "Apart from the fact that he is incompetent in doing things, he is indeed a qualified servant!"

He put his gaze on the mirror, "Oscurus... It's not easy to find an Obscurus now."

"I hope Quirrell can persist a little longer and let me tap into the potential of this Obscurus and make him a suitable container!"

…

At noon, Weizet knocked on the office door.

"Please come in!"

This office is located on the third floor of the castle and has good lighting, but it gives people a cold feeling.

There were not many things in the office. There was an iron cage half covered with linen in the corner. In addition to the smell of garlic, there was another strange fishy smell in the air.

"Mr. Lovegood!" Quirrell shouted, "Sit down! The lesson will begin soon."

Compared with when he taught in the morning, his face was as pale as paper and his lips were bloodless, as if he had just suffered a serious illness.

"Professor Quirrell, are you okay?" Weizet asked softly, "How about you rest first? I'll come and visit you another day?"

"No need!" Quirrell said quickly, waving his hand to summon a chair and landing it behind Weizet.

"I remember telling you before that I met a few vampires and witches during the summer vacation and was cursed by them together. This happens from time to time."

"It's the same in class. Too many people remind me of the original scene and I stutter unconsciously. I feel much better when there are fewer people."

Weizet said politely: "It seems that the curse is really terrible! Professor Quirrell, you should pay more attention to your health."

Quirrell's body trembled, and he suddenly started to stutter again, "You are still the... first student who cares about me."

Weizet smiled noncommittally and took out his notebook and quill, ready to take notes at any time.

Quirrell didn't hesitate and spoke coherently, "I remember in the morning, you said you were interested in compound magic."

"Yes!" Weizet smiled, "Actually, I'm interested in anything related to magic."

"That's good, as a Ravenclaw, you should be like this!" Quirrell forced out a kind smile, and the smile was a little stiff, as if he hadn't smiled like this for a long time.

"I'll give you an example of the Melancholy Curse to let you understand what compound magic is and what characteristics this type of magic has!"

Weizet asked: "The Sickness Curse? Is it the real name of the Snot Curse?"

Quirrell nodded and said, "Yes, it was given a new name only after its power was weakened."

Chapter 49 Breaking the Curse and Composite Magic

At the beginning of the lecture, Quirrell asked a question: "Vizet, do you understand the so-called 'breaking curse'?"

"Breaking spell?" Weizet recalled the books he had read. "There is a universal breaking spell in "Standard Spells, Level 2"."

Some time ago, Professor McGonagall also used this spell to eliminate the effect of the Expansion Curse, which impressed him deeply.

Quirrell smiled happily, "That's enough! The Universal Breaking Spell is a representative 'breaking spell', which can theoretically break all the magic in the "Standard Spells"."

"It's called the Universal Breaking Spell, and it's naturally very versatile." He explained, "You can break as many types of magic as you can completely master the contents of the "Standard Spells"."

"The universal cracking spell is like a master key that can always open the 'lock'. In order to cope with the proliferation of magic, wizards have developed compound magic."

"Replace with more complex 'locks' and connect various magic combinations in series. This is the basic concept of compound magic."

"So that's it!" Weizet suddenly realized, "It's just like drawing a picture. When you combine various shapes, you will get complex patterns."

"A very excellent metaphor!" Quirrell praised, "Now that you understand the basic concepts, it's time to officially start learning the Sickness Curse."

He waved his hand to summon a quill and a writing board. As he sorted out the principles of the Sickness Curse, the quill automatically converted the key points into words and wrote them on the board.

As a compound magic, the Meditation Curse combines many jinxes and poisonous spells.

The evil curse and the poisonous curse are linked together to form the most powerful curse. It feels like a quantitative change leads to a qualitative change.

During the teaching process, Weizet discovered that Quirrell was not simple. His theories were extremely solid and he could express even unfamiliar content in simple words.

It seems that the summer vacation trip had such a profound impact on him that it caused students to have cognitive biases towards him.

Quirrell's voice became hoarse, "Vizet, do you have classes this afternoon?"

"That's right!" Wizer nodded, "There is also a class on transformation magic in the afternoon."

"Then let's come here today!" Quirrell's tone was slightly regretful, "If you have time, you can find these books and read them."

He flicked his fingers, and a piece of paper with wet ink flew towards Weizet.

Weizet read out the titles of the books above, "A Guide to Medieval Witchcraft," "The Crazy Magic of Weird Wizards," and "Fighting Fire with Fire"?

"There is still a signature missing!" Quirrell pulled the note back and signed his name. "The original copies of these books are in the restricted book area. Without the professor's signature, Mrs. Pince will not let you in."

He handed the note to Weizet again, "Give the note to Mrs. Pince, and she will understand."

"Professor Quirrell, thank you so much for sacrificing your lunch break!" Weizet collected the note solemnly and thanked him from the bottom of his heart.

Quirrell's pale face showed very obvious blood color.

He waved his hands repeatedly and said in a high voice: "I am a professor! These are what I should do!"

"But... do you really think I teach you well?" he asked tentatively, with a somewhat unconfident expression.

"Of course it's true!" Weizet nodded heavily, "At my current age, I'm afraid I won't be able to access these contents at all."

"Even if I can access it, I'm afraid it will be very difficult to understand its meaning. Without your teaching from simple to profound, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to master this knowledge."

"It couldn't be better!" Quirrell smiled from the bottom of his heart, "Then I will give you a small homework..."

"Summarize the curses taught to you today and combine them into a phrase that you think is appropriate and has smooth pronunciation."

Wizette thought of the contents in the notes and asked, "Is this the composition of compound magic?"

"It seems you have indeed mastered it!" Quirrell smiled even more happily, "Yes! This is exactly the purpose of the homework."

"Okay." Weizet nodded repeatedly, "I will definitely complete it with my heart."

"Okay..." Quirrell opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly there was a sharp pain in the back of his head, "Hiss!"

In order to prevent his ferocious expression from being exposed, he immediately turned around and tried hard to restrain his body from shaking.

Voldemort woke up, and he didn't want Vizette to discover his secret.

Visette noticed something unusual and asked: "Professor Quirrell, are you okay?"

Quirrell waved his hands repeatedly, his voice forced out through his teeth, "You...go back! Come back on Saturday...at two o'clock in the afternoon on Saturday!"

"Okay, please be careful about your health!" Weizet put down a piece of chocolate frog, exhaled lightly and said, "Professor Quirrell, you actually teach very well! Come on!"

…

The door closed, and the only sound in the office was Quirrell's painful breathing.

Not sure whether it was because of pain or relief, Quirrell shed two lines of tears.

He walked to the mirror again and pulled off the cloth on his head, revealing Voldemort's snake face.

"Quilinas...it seems you haven't corrected your attitude yet!" Voldemort's voice was full of ridicule, "Crying? Was it because he was moved by the words 'You're fine'? Or because of a piece of candy?"

"Don't be so naive! He will praise you just because I gave you the secret of the Sickness Curse! Without me, you can't do anything at all. Do you understand?"

Quirrell realized something and his body trembled violently.

He wiped the tears from his eyes and said respectfully: "It's...Master! I understand!"

"Yes." Voldemort responded with satisfaction, "How far have you taught me?"

Quirrell said quickly: "Take him to understand the basic concepts of compound magic, and also see the evil curses and poisonous spells that need to be used."

"Huh?" Voldemort's tone was questioning, "Quirinas... I don't think that's what I told you, right? I asked you to let him master the Sickness Curse as soon as possible!"

"Uh..." Quirrell endured the severe pain in his head and struggled to ask, "But this way... he will be eroded by the curse!"

"Are you concerned about the Obscurus being eroded by the curse?" Voldemort laughed strangely, "Have you forgotten what the Obscurus is? He was born a dark wizard!"

"The Obscurus itself is the ultimate curse! I am exploring his potential and the unique talent of the Obscurus!"

"Is that so?" Quirrell knelt on the ground and gasped, his robe soaked with sweat. "Master...are you planning to train him?"

Another severe headache hit me, and Voldemort's contemptuous voice came to my ears, "Quirinas, I don't need to explain anything to you! Just find your job!"

"Continue to observe that Harry Potter and find out what's really outstanding about him. And the Obscurus as well. Let him cast the Sickness Curse as soon as possible instead of mastering this magic. Do you understand?"

"Besides... find a time to enter the room on the fourth floor and see what's inside! You only took action once on the first night of school, so your efficiency is really low!"

Quirrell closed his eyes in pain and said respectfully: "It's...my master!"

Chapter 50 Snape’s Invitation

"The notes are flying!"

Wizette left the office, pulled out his wand and cast magic, summoning the hand-drawn version of "Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration" that was far away in the dormitory.

There is no doubt that the summoning spell is an extremely useful spell.