Hogwarts: From Luna's House to Godhood Through Intense Competition

Quirrell didn't have time to reply. He tried to shake his head, but his consciousness was becoming increasingly blurred. He could only nod with difficulty.

He dragged his heavy body and struggled to walk towards the chair not far away.

A flood of knowledge suddenly overwhelmed him, but the excruciating pain in his head caused him to lose consciousness instantly, collapsing into a coma in his chair...

"The soul's resistance to me is weaker now," Voldemort chuckled sinisterly. "Putting aside his incompetence, he's certainly a competent servant!"

He focused his gaze on the mirror. "The Obscurial... finding an Obscurial these days is no easy task."

"I hope Quirrell can hold out a little longer so I can properly explore the potential of this Obscurial and make him a suitable vessel!"

……

Around noon, Wizette knocked on the office door.

"Please come in!"

This office, located on the third floor of the castle, has good natural lighting, yet it gives off a cold and gloomy feeling.

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

“Mr. Lovegood!” Quirrell called out, “Sit down! The lesson will begin soon.”

Compared to when he was teaching in the morning, his face was as pale as paper and his lips were bloodless, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.

"Professor Quirrell, are you alright?" Wizette asked in a low voice. "Why don't you rest first? I'll come to visit another day?"

“No need!” Quirrell said quickly, waving a chair over and placing it behind Vizet.

"I remember telling you before that I met some vampires and witches during the summer vacation and they cursed me. It happens to me from time to time."

"It's the same in class. Too many people remind me of those days, and I start to stutter unconsciously. I'm much better when there are fewer people."

Vizette said politely, "It seems the curse is truly terrifying! Professor Quirrell, you should take good care of yourself."

Quirrell shuddered and suddenly began to stammer again, "You are still the... the first student who cares about me."

Vizette smiled noncommittally, took out her notebook and quill, and prepared to take notes at any time.

Quirrell didn't mince words, his speech returning to normal, "I remember this morning you said you were interested in composite magic."

“Yes!” Vizette laughed. “Actually, I’m interested in anything related to magic.”

“That’s good, that’s how Ravenclaw should be!” Quirrell forced a friendly smile, a somewhat stiff one, as if he hadn’t smiled like that in a long time.

"Let me use the Spell of Sickness as an example to show you what a composite spell is and what characteristics it has!"

Vizette asked, "The Curse of Sickness? Is that the real name of the Snot Curse?"

Quirrell nodded and said, "That's right, it was given a new name after its power was weakened."

Chapter 49 Breaking Curses and Composite Magic

As Quirrell began his lecture, he posed a question: "Vizet, do you know anything about 'breaking spells'?"

“A breaking spell?” Vizette recalled the books he had read. “There is a general breaking spell in Standard Spells, Level Two.”

Professor McGonagall had recently used this spell to remove the effects of the Inflating Curse, which left a deep impression on him.

Quirrell smiled with satisfaction. "That's enough! The Universal Breaking Charm is a representative 'breaking charm,' and theoretically it can break all the magic in the Standard Spellbook."

"It's called the Universal Breaking Spell, so it's naturally very versatile," he explained. "The more spells you can fully master in the Standard Spellbook, the more spells you can break."

"The universal antidote is like a master key that can always open a lock. To deal with the proliferation of this magic, wizards have developed compound magic."

"Replacing them with more complex 'locks' and linking various magical combinations together, this is the basic concept of composite magic."

"I see!" Vizette exclaimed in sudden realization. "Just like drawing, combining various shapes together will result in complex patterns."

"A very good analogy!" Quirrell praised. "Now that you understand the basic concepts, it's time to formally begin learning the Curse of Sickness."

He waved his hand to summon a quill pen and a writing board. As he explained the principles of the Spell of Cursed Illness, the quill pen automatically converted the key points into words and wrote them on the board.

As a composite spell, the Curse of Sickness combines many evil and poisonous curses.

By linking evil curses and poisonous curses together, they eventually form the most powerful curse, giving the impression of a qualitative change resulting from a quantitative one.

During the lectures, Wizette discovered that Quirrell was not simple; his theories were extremely solid, and even the most obscure content could be expressed in simple terms.

It seems that his summer vacation trip had a profound impact on him, which led to students having a distorted perception of him.

Quirrell's voice was even hoarser, "Vizet, do you have classes this afternoon?"

“That’s right!” Vizette nodded. “There’s another Transfiguration magic class this afternoon.”

“That’s all for today!” Quirrell said with a hint of regret. “If you have time, you can find these books and read them.”

He flicked his finger, and a piece of paper with still-wet ink flew toward Vizet.

Vizette read out the titles of the books above, “A Guide to Medieval Witchcraft, The Mad Magic of the Strange Wizard, and A Collection of Treating Poison with Poison?”

“It’s still missing a signature!” Quirrell pulled the slip of paper back and signed his name. “The original copies of these books are in the restricted section. Without the professor’s signature, Mrs. Pince won’t let you in.”

He handed the note back to Wizette, saying, "Give the note to Mrs. Pince, and she will understand."

"Professor Quirrell, thank you so much for sacrificing your lunch break!" Vizette carefully put away the note and expressed her heartfelt gratitude.

A noticeable amount of color returned to Quirrell's pale face.

He waved his hands repeatedly and said in a loud voice, "I'm a professor! This is what I should do!"

"But... do you really think I'm a good teacher?" he asked tentatively, his expression somewhat uncertain.

“Of course it’s true!” Vizet nodded emphatically. “At my age, I probably wouldn’t have access to this kind of information at all.”

"Even if I could access it, understanding its meaning would be very difficult. Without your gradual and in-depth teaching, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to master this knowledge."

“That would be perfect!” Quirrell laughed from the bottom of his heart. “Then I’ll give you a little homework assignment…”

“Summarize the curses I taught you today and combine them into a phrase that you think is appropriate and sounds smooth.”

Vizette recalled the contents of the notebook, "Could this be the composition of composite magic?"

“It seems you’ve truly grasped it!” Quirrell’s smile widened. “That’s right! That’s exactly the purpose of the assignment.”

“Okay.” Vizet nodded repeatedly. “I will definitely do my best to complete it.”

"Okay..." Quirrell began to say something, but a sharp pain suddenly shot through the back of his head. "Ouch!"

To avoid revealing his ferocious expression, he immediately turned away, trying to control the trembling of his body.

Voldemort has awakened, and he doesn't want Vizzet to discover his secret.

Vizette sensed something was wrong and asked, "Professor Quirrell, are you alright?"

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

"Okay, please take good care of yourself!" Vizette put down a chocolate frog, let out a soft breath, and said, "Professor Quirrell, you're actually a very good teacher! Keep it up!"

……

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

Whether from pain or relief, Quirrell shed two streams of tears.

He walked to the mirror again, ripped off the cloth strip from his head, revealing Voldemort's snake face.

"Quirinus...it seems you haven't corrected your attitude yet!" Voldemort's voice was full of sarcasm. "Tears? Were you moved by a 'you're very good'? Or because of a piece of candy?"

"Don't be so naive! He only praises you because I bestowed upon you the secret of the Curse of the Dead! Without me, you can't do anything at all. Do you understand?"

Quirrell realized something and his body trembled violently.

He wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and said respectfully, "Yes... Master! I understand!"

"Hmm," Voldemort responded with satisfaction, "How far have you progressed in your teaching?"

Quirrell quickly said, "I showed him the basic concepts of compound magic and also introduced him to the evil curses and poisons that are needed."

"Hmm?" Voldemort's tone was questioning. "Quirinus... I don't recall telling you that, did I? I told you to get him to master the Curse of Sickness as soon as possible!"

“Ugh…” Quirrell endured the excruciating pain in his head and struggled to ask, “But if we do that… he’ll be corrupted by the curse!”

"You're concerned about the Obscurials being corrupted by the curse?" Voldemort laughed maniacally. "Have you forgotten what an Obscurial is? He's a born dark wizard!"

"The Obscurial itself is the ultimate curse! I'm trying to tap into its potential, to uncover that one-in-a-million Obscurial talent!"

"Is that so?" Quirrell knelt on the ground, panting heavily, his robes soaked with sweat. "Master...you intend to train him?"

Another sharp headache struck, and Voldemort's contemptuous voice rang in his ears, "Quirinus, I don't need to explain anything to you! Just do your job!"

“Continue to observe that Harry Potter and find out his true strengths. The same goes for that Obscurial; get him to cast the Curse of Sickness as soon as possible, rather than mastering the spell, understand?”

"Also...find some time to go into that room on the fourth floor and see what's inside! You only did it once, on the first night of school, which is far too inefficient!"

Quirrell closed his eyes in pain and said respectfully, "Yes... my master!"

Chapter 50 Snape's Invitation

"Notes flew in!"

Vizette left the office, drew her wand, and cast a spell to summon the hand-drawn "Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration" from her dormitory.

Without a doubt, the Summoning Charm is an extremely useful spell.