People are in Hogwarts, What the hell is the flood system?

Chapter 157 No one knows curses better than me! Go and get Madam Pomfrey!

Hermione's swift and decisive arrow caused Harry and Ron's lips to twitch, their eyes filled with awe.

Big sister, so fierce, can't afford to offend her.

And this is precisely Hermione's character; she treats friends with the warmth of spring, even feeling compassion for the plight of house-elves.

But when it comes to those vicious enemies, Hermione shows no mercy, and in the original story, her decisiveness at times surpasses even Harry and Ron!

Rhine had a faint smile on his face, and then he felt a wave of fortune enveloping him, his heart stirring slightly.

It seems the Nail Head Seven Arrows Book is working?

I wonder how Quirrell and Voldemort are feeling right now.

… …

Just then, in Quirrell's office, he was reporting the details of the plan to ambush Rhine and his group to Voldemort.

"Adult wizards against young wizards, that's one victory."

"Unscrupulous dark wizards against Hogwarts students with their hands tied, that's two victories."

"Werewolves against humans, that's three victories."

"We have three victories, Rhine has zero, that's four victories."

"We have four victories, Rhine has zero, that's five victories."

"As the saying goes, victory breeds victory… the advantage is with us!"

Just as Quirrell was excitedly reporting the plan, and Voldemort was showing a satisfied expression.

Quirrell's head suddenly felt a sharp pain as if pierced by an arrow, instantly causing Quirrell's vision to darken, clutching his head and rolling on the ground in agony.

"Head!"

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

Voldemort was startled by Quirrell's appearance.

He could control Quirrell's body at any time and naturally monitor Quirrell's physical condition.

Voldemort had used extremely dangerous dark magic transformations on himself several times and understood pain far better than anyone else in the magical world.

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

"Could it be a curse? Only a curse would manifest like this."

"A unicorn curse? It shouldn't be; I cast a spell to temporarily suppress the unicorn curse before; it shouldn't flare up so quickly."

"Besides, the symptoms of a unicorn curse aren't like this…"

A hint of gloom flashed in Voldemort's eyes.

"I just thought about attacking Rhine Snow and his group, and then I'm cursed."

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

"No, it shouldn't be possible; in such a niche field as curses, even if he's talented, it's hard for a little wizard like him to master it to this extent."

"The strangeness of this curse prevents me from seeing any clues for the time being, so it's impossible for Rhine to have done it."

Voldemort was quite confident in curses.

A curse that has left the Defense Against the Dark Arts position vacant at Hogwarts for so many years, who could have a stronger curse than him?

Moreover, as early as when he was studying at Hogwarts, he had the ability to place the most vicious curse on Marvolo Gaunt's ring.

The strength of that curse, even if Dumbledore touched it now, Voldemort dared to say he would undoubtedly die!

"No one in the entire magical world understands curses better than I do, so the matter is very clear; Dumbledore, it's you!"

"Only you could possibly master a curse that I can't see through at a glance."

"But using a curse in front of me, even for you, I have to say you're overestimating yourself."

Voldemort then sneered and said to Quirrell without panic.

"What's your name?"

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

Then, Voldemort controlled Quirrell's body, waving his wand repeatedly, casting various spells to dispel the curse.

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

His eyes showed a look of joy.

"It doesn't hurt anymore?"

"My head doesn't hurt anymore, Master; indeed, no one in the entire magical world is more powerful than you."

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

At this time, Harry also made a decision.

Hermione has already taken action, so dealing with bad guys is never too much.

Thinking about the owl shed being burned down before, and then thinking about all the dangerous things that have happened at Hogwarts, Harry's heart also burned with anger.

He pulled out the small arrow from the scarecrow's head and re-nocked it.

"Now it's my turn!"

Then, Harry drew his bow and arrow, shooting an arrow into the scarecrow's chest and abdomen.

Instantly, Quirrell, who had just relieved his headache, suddenly turned pale again, rolling on the ground once more.

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

"That arrow seems to have pierced in a different place!"

Voldemort was stunned for a moment, his brow furrowed.

It shouldn't be.

Not only had he cast a spell to dispel the curse, but he had also set up various protections against the curse.

What curse in the magical world could break through the defense of a curse master like himself?

The key is, he still didn't detect how the curse came about this time?

Could it be that he had saved strength just now, and the magic intensity was not enough?

Immediately, Voldemort's expression became much more serious, and he waved his wand again to cast a spell.

After a while, Quirrell, drenched in sweat, finally felt that the invisible arrow had been pulled out of his body again.

Although that moment was extremely painful, it was followed by a feeling of relaxation all over his body, finally revealing a look of joy.

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

"Master, won't this curse come back again?"

Voldemort snorted coldly.

"Don't worry, this time I consumed some power and maximized the intensity of the protection magic."

"Even Dumbledore's curse will at most cause you some slight adverse reactions; it's impossible to break through my protection magic."

Sure enough, in the next few minutes, Quirrell felt pain like sharp objects brushing against his arms and legs.

However, this was completely incomparable to the pain of the previous two times and was still within the range of tolerance.

He finally felt relieved at this time.

At this time, Ron's face was already flushed red under the strange gazes of the people around him.

Hermione opened her mouth.

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

"Haven't you played archery games before?"

"This is the how many times already, are you just drawing the outline?"

Harry also had an expression of "Brother, I really can't help you explain."

"Um, Ron, why don't you stand a little closer?"

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

"My hand feels bad today, forget it, forget it."

Immediately, he directly clenched the small arrow and stabbed it deeply into the position between the scarecrow's legs.

"I'm kind-hearted, I'll give him a break!"

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

Then Quirrell clenched his legs, his face was blue and purple, and he was about to foam at the mouth.

"M-Master…"

"It hurts so much; this curse, it doesn't play by the rules!"

"Master, save me!"

At this moment, Voldemort fell into silence and doubt.

What exactly is this curse?

It's been several times already, and he still can't find the slightest clue.

He had even used all the curse protection magic he knew just now, and it broke through so quickly?

After a while, under Quirrell's expectant gaze, Voldemort said faintly.

"Hurry and invite Madam Pomfrey…"

"Oh, right, invite Snape too."

"Let's have an expert consultation."