I'm in Hogwarts, what the hell is the Honghuang system?

Chapter 157 No one knows curses better than me! Go and get Madam Pomfrey!
Hermione's decisive shot made Harry and Ron stammer and look in awe.

Big sister, she is too fierce, you can’t afford to offend her.

This is exactly Hermione's character. She treats her friends as warmly as spring, and even feels sorry for the plight of the house-elves.

But if it comes to those extremely vicious enemies, Hermione will not show any mercy. In the original book, she is sometimes more decisive than Harry and Ron!
A smile appeared on Rhine's face, and then he felt a sense of blessing enveloping him, and his heart moved slightly.

It seems that the Seven Arrows Book worked?
I don’t know how Quirrell and Voldemort feel now.

……

At this moment, in Quirrell's office, he was reporting to Voldemort the details of the next plan to surround and kill Rhine and his group.

"Adult wizard versus child wizard, this is a victory."

"The unscrupulous dark wizard versus the restrained Hogwarts students. This is a double victory."

"Werewolf versus human, this is a three-way victory."

"We have three wins, Rheinland has zero, so this is our fourth win."

"We have four wins, Rheinland has zero, so this is five wins."

"As the saying goes, victory never ends... the advantage is mine!"

Just as Quirrell finished reporting the plan with great enthusiasm, Voldemort also showed a look of satisfaction.

Quirrell suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head as if pierced by a sharp arrow. In an instant, Quirrell's vision went black and he rolled on the ground, covering his head and wailing.

"head!"

"My head hurts so much, it feels like someone is shooting me with a bow and arrow!"

When Voldemort saw Quirrell's appearance, he was shocked.

He can control Quirrell's body at any time, and naturally he can also monitor Quirrell's physical condition.

Voldemort had used extremely dangerous dark magic to transform himself several times, and his understanding of pain was far more profound than anyone else in the wizarding world.

But even he didn't understand where Quirrell's severe headache came from.

"Could it be a curse? Only a curse would be more likely to manifest itself."

"The unicorn curse? That shouldn't be the case. I've already cast a spell to temporarily suppress the unicorn curse. It won't break out so soon."

"Besides, the unicorn curse doesn't manifest like this..."

A gloomy look suddenly flashed across Voldemort's eyes.

"Just when I was thinking about attacking Rhine Snow and the others, I was cursed."

"Could it be that little wizard Rhine did it?"

"No, that shouldn't be possible. Curses are such an unconventional field. No matter how talented a young wizard like him is, it would be difficult for him to master it to such an extent."

"The strangeness of this curse is so great that I can't figure it out for the time being. It's even more impossible that it was done by Rhine."

Voldemort was quite confident about the curse.

A curse that has left the Defense Against the Dark Arts class at Hogwarts vacant for so many years, who else could have a curse more powerful than his?

And as early as when he was at Hogwarts, he was able to cast the most vicious curse on Marvolo Gaunt's ring.

The curse was so powerful that even if Dumbledore touched it today, Voldemort would surely die!

"No one in the entire wizarding world knows more about curses than I do, so it's obvious, Dumbledore, it's you!"

"Only you could possibly master a curse that I can't even discern at first glance."

"But using a curse in front of me, even if it's you, I would say you are overestimating your own abilities."

Voldemort then sneered and spoke calmly to Quirrell.

"what's your name?"

"With me here, can a mere curse really take your life?"

Then, Voldemort controlled Quirrell's body, waved his wand repeatedly, and cast various spells to lift the curse.

Quirrell's body trembled violently with a sharp pain as if an arrow was pulled out of his brain, but then calmed down.

There was surprise in his eyes.

"It doesn't hurt anymore?"

"My headache is gone, Master. It turns out that there is no one in the entire magical world more powerful than you."

"A mere Dumbledore is like dust in front of you!"

At this time, Harry also made a decision.

Since Hermione has taken action, no matter what, it won’t be too much to deal with the bad guys.

Thinking about the owl house being burned down before, and thinking about the many dangerous things that happened in Hogwarts, Harry's heart was also full of anger. He pulled out the small arrow from the scarecrow's head and re-loaded the bow.

"It's my turn now!"

Then Harry drew his bow and shot the scarecrow in the chest and abdomen.

In an instant, Quirrell, who had just gotten rid of his headache, suddenly turned pale again and rolled on the ground again.

"Master, my chest hurts so much, and my stomach hurts too!"

"The arrow seems to have moved somewhere else!"

Voldemort was stunned for a moment, frowning.

It shouldn't be.

Not only did he cast magic to lift the curse, he also set up various protections to prevent the curse.

Is there any curse in this magical world that can break through the defense of a curse master like me?
The key point is, this time I still didn’t realize where the curse came from?

Could it be that I saved my energy just now and the magic power is not strong enough?
Immediately, Voldemort's expression became much more serious, and he waved his wand again to cast magic.

A moment later, Quirrell, sweating profusely, felt the invisible arrow being pulled out of his body again.

Although the pain was extremely severe, it was followed by a feeling of relaxation all over the body, which finally made him look happy again.

However, there was still a look of worry in Quirrell's eyes, and he swallowed hard.

"Master, could this curse come back again?"

Voldemort snorted coldly.

"Don't worry, I used up some of my strength this time and increased the strength of the protective magic to the maximum."

"Even if it's Dumbledore's curse, it will at most cause you some minor adverse reactions, but it can't break through my protective magic."

Sure enough, in the next few minutes, Quirrell felt pain in many parts of his arms and legs as if they had been scratched by sharp objects.

However, this pain was nothing compared to the previous two times and was still within the tolerable range.

Only then did he finally feel relieved.

At this moment, Ron's face had turned red under the strange gazes of the people around him.

Hermione opened her mouth.

"Ron, you're a boy, right?"

"Have you never played archery?"

"This has happened several times. Are you outlining it?"

Harry also had an expression that said, "Brother, I really can't explain this to you."

"Um, Ron, how about you stand closer?"

Ron took a deep breath and pulled out the small arrow that was stuck in the wall next to the scarecrow.

"I'm not feeling well today. Forget it, forget it."

Immediately, he grasped the small arrow and stabbed it deeply between the legs of the straw man.

"I'm a kind person, so I let him off easy!"

In the office, just as Voldemort was about to continue sleeping in Quirrell's body, he heard Quirrell let out an extremely high-pitched scream.

Then Quirrell clamped his legs together, his face turned purple, and he was foaming at the mouth.

"Master, master..."

"It hurts! This curse has no moral principles!"

"Master, save me!"

At this moment, Voldemort fell into silence and doubt.

What kind of curse is this?
I've tried it several times, but I still can't find any clues.

He had even used all the protective curse magic he knew, but he broke through so quickly?

After a moment, Voldemort spoke softly under Quirrell's expectant gaze.

"Let's go get Madam Pomfrey..."

"Oh yeah, invite Snape too."

"Let's consult with an expert."

(End of this chapter)