Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 83 82. Voldemort's Temptation and the Shaman Filch
The loudest sound in the entire classroom for a moment was the scream of the evil spirit. It was writhing in pain on the open space in front of the classroom. The pain all over its body made him instinctively want to touch it. However, the more he touched it, the more painful it became. Even contact with the floor brought unbearable pain.

"There's something wrong with the power of this spell," Harry whispered, "at least when it was cast by Quirrell, it didn't have the right power... it's too strong."

"Stinging Curse," Quirrell continued, but he frowned as soon as he spoke, because the screams of the evil spirit were too loud, so Quirrell waved his wand again.

The silent spell, or it can also be called the soundless and breathless spell, can make the person or object under the spell unable to make any sound.

Then things suddenly became strange. Everyone could see the evil spirit rolling on the ground in pain, but no sound could be heard. It was like a silent stage play, full of a sense of falsehood.

It seemed a bit absurd to these little wizards, but hidden in the absurdity was a kind of silent...fear.

"Okay, it's finally quiet," Quirrell said happily, "Let's continue - Stinging Curse, this is the spell I used just now, it is classified as a harmless minor evil curse. Of course, this does not mean that you will not be detained by Professor McGonagall after using it on your classmates."

Quirrell made another joke, but this time, even among the Slytherin students, there were few laughs... But Quirrell obviously didn't care about this. He continued:

"It's not a dark magic," Quirrell said with certainty. "Even the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic wouldn't get excited and draw their wands when they see this spell. And it can indeed help us deal with some harmless little troubles, such as goblins, Cornish pixies, goblins and a series of annoying little creatures."

"Remember when we talked about the differences between some common hexes and curses and the Dark Arts?" Quirrell asked again, but this time he didn't look at Harry. "You answer - Zabini?"

"Yes! Professor!" Blaise Zabini stood up and answered, "Both the evil curse and the poison curse have counter-curses. As long as the corresponding counter-curse is cast, the damage caused by them will be restored. However, not only is the power of black magic extremely powerful, the damage caused is also extremely difficult to restore... It can only be treated by other methods."

"A very standard answer, Zabini, two points for Slytherin." Quirrell nodded and said, "And what I will demonstrate next is the counter-curse of the Stinging Curse - Healing!"

A magical thing happened. When Quirrell pointed his wand at the demon that was covered with red and swollen wounds and looked almost unrecognizable because it was much larger than at the beginning, the lumps and burn marks on its body quickly disappeared.

The two eyes that had been swollen to a narrow slit quickly de-swollen, and the swollen body quickly turned back to its thin appearance. Wherever Quirrell's wand pointed, everything was quickly returning to its original state, as if what had just happened to the evil spirit had never existed.

But everyone knew that what had just happened was not fake, because the evil spirit no longer giggled at the students. On the contrary, his eyes were filled with a blank confusion, as if his soul had flown away.

"I think some of you should have heard of this spell a long time ago," Quirrell continued, "The Healing Spell is a universal antidote for some minor curses. It can also be used to heal minor wounds, such as a broken nose or a split lip."

"...It doesn't sound like a minor injury at all," Ron muttered in a low voice.

"And the effect of the spell is very obvious. As you can see, the evil spirit has no signs of injury at all," Quirrell said in a brisk tone, "but out of my responsibility as a professor, I still have to remind you, that is, never use this spell to attack your classmates, understand?"

"Got it! Professor!"

There were sporadic responses from the students.

"Very good. Next, I will invite a student to show us what he has learned." Quirrell looked at Harry and said softly, "Of course, that is the savior of our wizarding world, the boy who survived a disaster, and even created a magic that belongs to him alone - Harry Potter."

To be honest, if you don’t know, you would think Quirrell is a crazy fan of Harry.

There was no need to panic, and Harry calmly walked to the front of the classroom and stood opposite Quirrell, with the goblin between them.

"Begin, Harry," Quirrell smiled encouragingly, "I believe that with your talent you should have mastered this spell... It's not difficult, is it?"

"Stings like a bee."

Quirrell answered with the sound of Harry casting a spell.

A yellow light flashed, and the monster rolled over and howled again, just like it had just done under Quirrell's hands. Quirrell had untied the silencing spell at some point, allowing it to howl miserably once again.

"Go on! Harry! Go on!"

Striding down the corridor of the classroom, Quirrell's voice was even louder than the wails of the evil spirits, reaching everyone's ears. His black robe fluttered, bringing gusts of wind - when he reached the last row of the classroom, he stared at Hermione and the other two for a few seconds.

The three of them didn't even dare to raise their heads, their hearts pounding... Finally, they waited until Quirrell turned around and returned to the front of the classroom.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Quirrell sighed and shook his head, "This won't work, Harry - your spell is too weak."

Even the other students in the classroom noticed this. The effect of the Stinging Curse cast by Harry on the goblin was far superior to the effect of the spell cast by Quirrell just now.

When Quirrell cast the spell, the golem swelled up rapidly in a few seconds. However, when it was Harry's turn, he had already cast the spell for several seconds, and the only part of the golem's body that was red and swollen was the chest.

"Let me tell you a secret." Quirrell turned around and said loudly to everyone in the classroom: "When you cast an evil spell or a poison spell, if you have a certain degree of malice or hostility towards the target in your heart, then you will be surprised to find that the power of the spell you cast is far greater than what you usually cast."

"Magic is a miracle of the heart," Quirrell continued with a smile, "The wizard's will directly affects the result of the magic, and the wizard's emotions also directly affect the strength of the magic - remember this, this is also the essence of magic."

The students subconsciously took notes, and the classroom was filled with the rustling sound of quills.

"Oh, Harry, please stop," Romilda Vane, also a first-year Gryffindor student, begged in a low voice, "This sound is really terrible."

"horrible?"

Quirrell suddenly strode towards Romilda Vane, his hands firmly on the table, looking down at her, so that Romilda Vane was so frightened that she had to curl up backwards.

"What are you afraid of, young lady?" Quirrell's voice became extremely deep. "Because it is screaming? Because it looks pitiful, and we look like bad people?"

"Yes, Professor," Parvati said suddenly through gritted teeth, "I think this is wrong - this is the kind of - I don't know how to say it, but it's just wrong."

"Ahaha, another kind lady?" Quirrell stood up straight. "Innocent, kind, ignorant, stupid... Even though Harry has described its habits, your eyes still deceive you - perhaps I should show you a little bit of what it was doing when I found it."

Quirrell waved his wand, and the next moment, a phantom appeared in the air in the classroom. After seeing what the image in the phantom was, the whole classroom suddenly became noisy, with students screaming and many retching sounds.

"When I found it, it was even holding a Muggle child's head and eating it happily! There was blood all over the floor, and its internal organs were taken out and hung around its neck!"

The sounds of retching became more and more frequent. The first-year students had never seen such a scene before. Everyone avoided Quirrell's sight and did not look at the phantom in the air.

And when their eyes fell on the evil spirit again, there was no sympathy anymore, only pure hatred. Even the increasingly intense wailing at this moment could no longer affect them.

"So what are you waiting for?! Harry!" Quirrell suddenly turned around and looked at Harry with an extremely stern expression, "Do you have any sympathy for such a man-eating monster?! Do you sympathize with its miserable condition and its screams?!"

"Go on! Harry!" Quirrell shouted again: "Why do you have mercy on it, on a monster? Its existence itself is a threat! A threat to wizards! A threat to humans!" "Or do you think it won't hurt you so you are merciful? Then what about the weak people? What about those who are eaten by it? This is hypocrisy! Disgusting hypocrisy! Just because you can control it, you can release your kindness wantonly?!"

"And what about the unsuspecting Muggles who come across it in the wild?! It didn't grow to such a large size on spinach! Unleash your malice, Harry! For the sake of those who died!!"

"Hate it! Detest it! Despise it! Torture it! Make it feel pain! Feel the pain of those who died!!"

And - kill it!

The final, unspoken cry.

Quirrell roared wildly, and the screams of the evil spirit were not even half as loud as his voice, but Harry did not react any further.

That’s not the case.

"Torn to pieces" he chanted the spell calmly, and a red light fell on the heart of the evil spirit like lightning.

The next moment, the painful evil spirit relaxed, a big hole appeared in its chest, the bones were sunken, and soon it became silent.

——So much so that Quirrell’s roar came to an abrupt halt.

Killed, but not in the way Quirrell had imagined.

Very wasteful.

"...Why didn't you do as I asked, Harry?" Quirrell sighed softly, "The subject of this lesson is not the Crushing Curse...Gryffindor will deduct twenty points for what you did."

"I generally don't have the habit of torturing my enemies. I just give them a quick death," Harry said calmly. "No matter what this evil spirit did, it's not a reason for me to torture it deliberately or to gain satisfaction from its pain. It's a beast, but I'm not."

"...Excellent defense, Harry." Quirrell suddenly laughed, "But since you killed our precious teaching aids, I'm afraid I'll have to give you a detention as a punishment - on Sunday night."

"I'll be there on time, Professor," Harry nodded.

The class did not continue. Not long after Harry killed the goblin, Quirrell announced the end of the get out of class early. He waved his wand, and the goblin's body and the blood on the floor disappeared completely, as if nothing had happened in this class.

But it was obvious, just from the way the students looked at Harry as they left the classroom, that something was different.

"Don't worry, he just set a moral trap," Harry comforted his worried friends, "Punishing evil people doesn't mean we have to become evil people, nor does it mean we have to act according to the evil people's methods - he can only deceive young wizards in low grades and those who are not well-versed in the world."

"We don't think there's anything wrong with you killing the monster," Hermione said worriedly, "We're just worried that you'll feel bad... Well, it seems we're overthinking it."

"I told you Harry would be fine," Ron said calmly, "He's Harry Potter, how could he be affected by... that person?"

While they were talking, Parvati suddenly ran over from where she was about to leave the classroom and grabbed Harry's arm.

"I think you're right, Harry!" The Indian girl said seriously, "Although you killed the evil spirit, it didn't happen as Professor Quirrell said - anyway, I think you're right!"

After saying that, without waiting for Harry's response, Parvati ran back to her friend. It seemed that she came just to encourage Harry.

Harry turned around and saw Neville shrugged at him and said, "Apparently we're not the only ones who feel that way."

What happened in the first-year Defense Against the Dark Arts class quickly spread throughout the castle. Some people thought that Harry's ideas and actions were correct, while others thought that the goblin should suffer the same pain as the victims who died at its hands, and simply killing it would be too easy for it. Some people... just wanted to know what to eat for lunch today.

Or what to eat tonight.

But no matter what, the students all had their own ideas, and the discussion between the two groups was quite intense and lively - but no matter how lively it was, it could not compare to another big event that happened in the castle in the past two days.

Filch became a shaman.

Filch became... Filch!!
Phil! Er! Qi!
Seriously, the students at Hogwarts barely even recognize this name - is this the Filch they know?

Filch, who always glared at the students with a sinister look on his face, always appeared from unexpected corners with his hateful cat to arrest students who violated school rules or destroyed hygiene - was it really him???
Filch, the one who suggested to Headmaster Dumbledore several times to restore the rule of corporal punishment of students and wanted to hang the students who made mistakes in the dungeon and whip them? ! !
Filch, who does not hide his hostility towards students? ! !
No, is there still justice in this world? Is there still fairness in this world?!
When many students heard the noise and rushed to the castle gate, they saw Filch wiping the walls and floors there in his fur coat, but that was not the point. The point was the guy who stayed quietly beside Filch!

Oh no, it should be that earth element!!

With those students who successfully established a connection with the earth element showing off all day long, by now, all the students in Hogwarts have a very clear idea of what these cute little guys look like - especially a few annoying guys who carry their earth elements on their heads or shoulders and swing them around all day long.

nausea!

Not afraid of weight!

Be careful or you might break your neck!!

Well, anyway, it’s pretty much the same feeling, wanting to replace it.

But now, those cute little guys who made almost all students envious and wanted to have one appeared next to Filch - they even held a basin of water in their two hands to make it easier for Filch to work.

When a bucket of water becomes dirty, Filch doesn't need to say anything, the earth element will actively pour out the dirty water and get a bucket of clean water.

To be honest, many students' eyes almost turned red with envy after seeing this scene. Some of them even gathered together to plot how to snatch the earth elemental from Filch - well, fortunately, there were still some people who were rational and stopped this stupid behavior.

After all, it’s a connection established on a spiritual level...what can you snatch from it?

Azkaban is still watching you from behind!
As for Filch himself - he was simply enjoying it.

The students' discussions, the students' jealousy, the students' hatred for this kind of thing - all of this was just so cool!

It was so cool that even Filch couldn't help himself!!

For many years, he had been waiting for this moment, the moment when he mastered magic, the center of attention, and everyone looked at him with envy and jealousy - in short, it was awesome!!!
(End of this chapter)