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

Chapter 158 We are going to name it Quirrell's Curse Syndrome
Soon, Madam Pomfrey hurried from the infirmary to Quirrell's office.

Looking at Quirrell, who was twitching on the ground with a look of pain on his face, Madam Pomfrey's voice rose an octave.

"Professor Quirrell?"

"Which little wizard threw a dung bomb at you again?!"

Quirrell gasped for breath.

"Curse, this is a curse!"

"Quick, is there any magic to cure the curse?"

Madam Pomfrey breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this.

"So it's a curse. Sometimes little wizards learn a few curses and like to use them randomly in school."

"But it's okay. I'm very experienced in dealing with these curses."

Immediately, Madam Pomfrey waved her wand.

"Just this, this, and this..."

"The pain from the curse will heal, Professor Quirrell. Are you feeling better?"

Quirrell's face was still filled with pain, and he kept rolling on the ground.

"No, not at all."

"It hurts! It hurts so much!"

Madam Pomfrey was a little depressed. After pondering for a moment, she took out bottles of common curse-removing potions and fed them to Quirrell.

"now what?"

Quirrell shook his head repeatedly.

"I don't feel anything at all. It seems these potions can't reach the place where the curse takes effect. They're useless!"

Madam Pomfrey's expression became extremely solemn, and she seemed a little at a loss.

Just then, Snape strode in, frowning.

"Professor Quirrell, it was you who sent the message asking me to come here?"

"You said you were cursed?"

Snape looked at Quirrell and felt strange.

He had long suspected that Quirrell was Voldemort's minion and was coming to Hogwarts to steal the Philosopher's Stone.

But that shouldn't be the case. As a dark wizard, even if he is not proficient in curses, he must have ways to defend against them.

How could I be tortured like this by a curse?

"Have you used the common potions and curse-breaking spells?"

Snape asked Madam Pomfrey.

After receiving a positive answer, he pondered for a moment and took out the potion he carried with him.

"Since common methods don't work, it seems this is a very troublesome curse."

"Here, try this, a potion I made myself to remove a powerful curse."

Quirrell almost couldn't wait to pick up the potion and drink it.

Everyone knows how Snape makes potions, so his potions should be effective, right?

But what made Quirrell despair was that after drinking the potion, he could indeed feel a warm current washing over his body.

However, this did not help at all to alleviate the strange curse he had suffered.

After this warm current washed over the painful area, it was as if I couldn't feel anything, as if nothing had happened, and the pain continued.

Then, Snape tried several potions in succession.

But instead of alleviating Qi Luo's curse, poisonous sores appeared on his body one after another.

Madam Pomfrey looked at Snape in surprise, and Snape shrugged his shoulders.

"He drank so many potions in such a short period of time, so of course there would be some adverse reactions."

"Even though he'll suffer a little, he's already suffering, so it's okay if he suffers a little more, right?"

At this moment, Snape looked at the miserable Quirrell again, and his expression became more and more weird.

"This curse is very tricky. Logically, these potions should correspond to several systems of curses, so why don't they have any effect at all?"

"Professor Quirrell, at this point, it seems I can only try this last method."

"Curse hedging. Using more curses to offset the effect of your curse. This process may be painful and may also cause you some aftereffects of the curse."

"But there are mature treatment options for these, and it's better than letting this curse continue on you."

Quirrell couldn't bear it anymore.

Any method is fine, as long as it can relieve this damn pain, he is willing to do anything.

"Hurry up, I can handle it!"

Immediately, Snape whispered the spell, and as he waved his wand, curse after curse fell on Quirrell.

He is worthy of being the so-called Half-Blood Prince, a genius who knew more magic than seventh graders when he first entered school. Over the years, although he is famous for his potions, his strength in black magic is also not to be underestimated, and he can cast all kinds of curses with ease.

Madam Pomfrey's eyelids twitched. If these curses were used by students at Hogwarts, it would not be impossible for them to be put in detention for half a semester or even expelled directly.

But now, they were being used on Quirrell in a variety of ways. It would have been fine if they had any effect, but the key point was that the theoretical curse-offsetting effect never materialized, and instead, these new curses kept taking effect.

Quirrell was so miserable that it was unbearable to watch, and his voice was so shrill that it was terrifying to hear.

"Snape?"

Snape looked away with a guilty look.

"It seems that the curse hedging is useless..."

Quirrell's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but curse.

But the next moment, Ron, who was using the Seven Arrows Book with Rhine, had already planned to let go, but he was still unwilling to do so.

"Just now I just didn't feel good. Maybe I'm not suitable for bows and arrows. Quidditch genes run in my family. I should use something round."

As he spoke, he picked up a stone and threw it at the straw man, and the stone hit the straw man in the chest and abdomen.

"Look!"

“I hit it!”

"Look at me again!"

Stones hit the straw man one after another, but Quirrell felt as if he was being run over by a semi-trailer truck. He screamed miserably again, and was interrupted before he could even curse Snape.

Seeing Quirrell's look at this moment, Snape and Madam Pomfrey looked at each other.

"How about we transfer to St. Mungo's Hospital?"

……

After a long time, Ron, who had proved his problem with the feel of his hand, finally let the poor straw man go with satisfaction.

Quirrell finally woke up in St. Mungo's Hospital, barely breathing.

When he woke up, he was shocked to see wizards surrounding his bed.

"Is this St. Mungo's Hospital?"

"You, who are you?"

A wizard in a hospital uniform introduced.

"I'm a doctor in the Curse Restoration Department at St. Mungo's Hospital. These are my fellow students when I was studying medical magic, as well as my teacher at the time and my teacher's teacher."

"Your situation is too complicated. My knowledge alone is no longer enough to handle it, so I've called all the curse-related wizards I know to help."

Hearing this, Qi Luo finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Are all the relevant scholars from the entire British magical community here?

"That's great! No wonder I woke up from this tricky curse. Thank you, thank you so much!"

Thinking that the curse that had caused him so much pain had finally been removed, Quirrell's eyes were filled with tears.

But what made him uneasy was that the wizards beside the bed all looked away guiltily.

The doctor from St. Mungo's coughed twice and spoke with courage.

"Look, Professor Quirrell, we have good news and bad news for you. Which one do you want to hear first?"

Quirrell's heart sank.

He took a deep breath, feeling that he might not be able to bear the shock of the bad news.

"Or, listen first."

The wizards immediately became delighted.

"The good news is that this is definitely a moment that will go down in the history of curses and will occupy a page in the history of magic."

"A curse that has never existed before. Countless curses have formed an extremely special effect, unprecedented. We bet that there has never been such a situation in history."

"Your condition is of great significance to the study of curses. Therefore, we have decided to jointly publish a paper to explore this situation. We also unanimously agree that this new curse and its accompanying symptoms should be named after you—"

"Qirro's Curse Syndrome!"

Quirrell was stunned for a moment, his mind still a little confused after just waking up.

Is this a good thing?

Are you going to become a celebrity?

The pinnacle of academic career?
Then he asked subconsciously.

"What about the bad news?"

The doctor was silent for a moment, then organized his words quickly.

"In fact, I think this bad news can be understood as better news to some extent."

"That is--"

"You will appreciate the value of life even more. Professor Quirrell will feel that every day from now on is a precious day in your life."

"Sunshine, rain, breeze, white clouds—what beautiful things there are! You will surely pay more attention to these beauties that you have neglected in the past."

“In this way, you can achieve unlimited breadth in a limited amount of time.”

"Plus, by cooperating with our research and publishing papers, even though I die, my name will be recorded in the history of magic. If I had to describe it in one word, I would say—"

“It’s glorious to die!!!”

(End of this chapter)