Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 111 Blood Curse

McGuffin did not answer, but stared at Quirrell with a strange look.

"Aren't you a dark wizard? Wasn't it the Harry you cast a spell on to kill last time?..."

Quirrell was a little terrified by this look.

——What is going on with this little wizard?

As soon as the words fell, Quirrell suddenly understood that this little wizard was more selfish than he imagined. I am afraid that he will always put his own interests first in his heart.

Perhaps because of this, this guy was exceptionally precocious, learned Occlumency, beware of everyone, and wisely didn't tell the other professors, including Dumbledore, when he was threatened by himself.

That idiot hat was crazy, that's why he was assigned to Gryffindor.

"I'll ask you again, why do you have to force me and Harry to get together with that magic thing... Yes, I know that badge was originally found on Harry Potter..."

Quirrell always had doubts in his heart, for the purpose (di) of this guy doing this.

Quirrell's question made McGuffin's heart suddenly tense, he couldn't tell this double-leathered face that he wanted to use Harry's "paste face" to kill him.

"Professor Quirrell, I don't know why Dumbledore didn't kick you out of the school after knowing your identity?"

"But I know that my weight in Dumbledore's heart is definitely not as high as that of the famous Harry Potter. If I was murdered by you, or, with a high probability, it would be a hasty affair before Dumbledore's goal was fulfilled. But if Harry Potter was murdered by you..."

"Of course, you have already cursed Harry last time..." McGuffin let Quirrell understand that this little wizard is extremely mature or realistic in his heart from a rather cold perspective. The reality is so frightening that there is almost no shadow of an ordinary 11-year-old child.

McGuffin continued.

"Or in a sense, Dumbledore might even guess that you murdered Harry last time, and you haven't taken any action until now. However, there must be a certain limit to everything, and there must be a certain limit to everything..."

"If you keep trying to get in touch with Dumbledore's 'treasure boy' Harry Potter, even if it wasn't on purpose, even if someone set it up specifically. Dumbledore will definitely change his mind, then he will either kick you out of school, or..."

"Or catch me, interrogate me, and throw me into Azikaban..."

Quirrell stared at McGuffin with unkind eyes. He still had some doubts about what else the little wizard was hiding from him. According to his usual or current performance, it was impossible for this guy to tell everything so honestly.

So he asked suspiciously.

"Why are you willing to tell the truth now..."

"Lies breed doubt, doubt destroys trust, and trust is the cornerstone of everything. Be it wizards or Muggles, trust between people is the cornerstone of our world. I believe you must understand..."

"In a sense, I just wanted to understand something about Dumbledore. He should be aware of my current situation but turn a blind eye to it, or is it just because I am not the famous Harry Potter?"

"From now on, my trust in Dumbledore is gone, so of course I have to find a way to survive for myself..."

"Professor Quirrell, can I trust you? What exactly do you want from me?"

Finally, McGuffin himself could barely believe this story.

In the end, McGuffin asked a question, so that Quirrell would not think about it, the true and false logic of these words.

At this time, waves of endless cheers came from the Quidditch pitch outside the Forbidden Forest, interrupting the conversation between the two.

……

Lee Jordan's voice echoed over the Quidditch pitch. .

——The game has never been so intense and anxious.

The professors and prefects had long forgotten their mission of patrolling the stands. They kept cheering for the two teams, their voices were exhausted, and they were all focused on the game.

Harry is now patrolling the sky on his broomstick where is the Snitch?
The blood was still on his face, followed closely by Slytherin Seeker Derian Pusey.

No idea what exactly Snape was going to do to these guys that made the Slytherin Quidditch team so desperate.

right!Just desperately, as if they lost this game and they would have to face something more terrifying than death.

Harry took the time to glance at the other team members who were fighting fiercely below.

The two Weasley brothers who had just been treated by Mrs. Pomrad were immediately hit by the Bludger from Slytherin, and their noses were bruised and their faces were covered with blood.Others Wood, Angelina, and Aliya are not much better, and they are also covered with scars.

Of course, Slytherin is not much better, these guys are completely crazy, for the Quaffle's ten points, they even use their bodies to block the Bludger collision and give their teammates a chance.

Fortunately, Snape held the wand and caught the guy who fell straight from the sky, otherwise it would be difficult to say whether the match could go on.

Compared to the Gryffindor team's seamless cooperation after half a semester of training, these guys are purely rampant and reckless. To say that they deliberately violated the rules of the game, it is better to say that these guys have already ignored the rules. They simply don't care about the safety of others or their own lives.

Coupled with Snape's biased penalty, the game gradually moved in a favorable direction for Slytherin.

Harry knew he had to catch the Snitch early.

But he still felt lingering fears when he remembered the scene where he had just discovered the Golden Snitch.

He rode a broomstick and rushed towards the golden snitch flying across the ground like a bullet. He had a feeling in his heart that he could do it, he could catch the golden snitch, and end this difficult game.

But Derian Pusey, who was following closely behind, jumped at Harry directly from above the broom when he was about to catch the Snitch, and the two immediately fell off the broom that was flying fast, and rolled into a ball on the ground.

The pain all over their bodies made it impossible for them to continue the game, so they had to announce a timeout, and let the angry Mrs. Penrad come to treat them before restarting the game.

"I don't know why so many people watched such a brutal game. It should be canceled and avoided—you little wizards are hurt... just wait! If this continues, something big will happen..."

Before leaving, Mrs. Pomrad glared at Snape and kept mumbling, looking really annoyed.

From that moment when he flew over the pitch again, Harry knew that he could only have one thought in his mind, and that was to catch the Snitch.

And it must be before Slytherin leads Gryffindor too much in points.

Otherwise, there is no way for them to win this competition.

……

See the moment when play resumes and the Seekers of both teams take to the skies again.

Only then did the Quidditch pitch boil up again, with waves of violent cheers.

At this time, Malfoy and Ron realized that because they were worried that the game would not be able to proceed-their hands were tightly clenched, or pulled together.

Ah - Tui!
They shook off each other's hand at the same time, then looked around, relieved, no one...

No one noticed... Ugh!

Neville was staring at the two with wide eyes (⊙o⊙), raised his hands tremblingly, and wanted to say something...

"What the hell is this guy doing when he doesn't watch the game?" Ron Malfoy complained almost simultaneously in their hearts.

Malfoy was the first to realize what he needed to do.

He punched Ron, which made Ron know what he should do. He must not let Neville tell what he saw, and he must think he was wrong.

Ron moved quickly to cooperate with Malfoy.

The two fell to the ground almost at the same time, rolled into a ball, fighting, and couldn't care less about the game.

At this time, Goyle and Crabbe also realized... Neville hesitated for a moment, and immediately came here to help Ron.

A few of them fought in a melee, fighting with each other, but none of them used their wands.

From time to time, one or two suppressed screams came out.

At this time, Hermione didn't notice what was happening behind her at all. She watched Harry very worriedly dive down, accelerating toward the ground, as if she saw something, and Derian followed closely, trying to throw Harry down from behind like last time.

But what he didn't realize was that Harry still didn't slow down when he was about to reach the ground... He didn't make a sharp turn until he was a dozen inches away from the ground, and rushed parallel to Snape's direction, while Derian was thrown to the ground hard, let out an astonishing scream, and then passed out.

When Snape was about to blow the whistle to stop the game, Mrs. Penrad came to the field again, swearing.

Harry finally caught the Snitch, inches above Snape's head.

No wonder the Golden Snitch has never been found on the field since that discovery. Who dares to stare at the top of Professor Snape's head carefully!

——The game is officially over!

Either way, it was an absolutely fantastic game.

At this time, the stands seemed to explode, and applause broke out.

Hermione was so excited that she clapped her hands so hard that she almost lost her sense of beating her palms.

Dumbledore was also applauding in congratulations.

At this time, under Lee Jordan's broadcast, most of the little wizards cheered and celebrated Gryffindor's victory.

There was only one mighty voice resounding over the Quidditch pitch.

— Gryffindor!Gryffindor!

—Harry!Harry Potter!

Amid the cheers, Harry was thrown into the air by other Gryffindor players who came, and then caught them together on broomsticks.

To express congratulations.

……

As the cheers gradually stopped, Quirrell said to McGuffin.

"You want to ask me what I want from you? That's really ridiculous... You, a first-year wizard from a Mudblood, what can I plot against you?" Quirrell said.

"Even if there is, I just hope that you can keep my secret quietly enough, don't block me, or interfere with my actions... Unfortunately, it's too late, MacGuffin!..."

McGuffin's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by that terrifying bone-like hand, and it was suddenly pulled out of his chest.

——Did I explain this to myself today?Wouldn't it be better if I had known not to think so much, and expose this guy's true face first.

A trace of regret flashed in McGuffin's heart.Then I heard Quirrell go on to say.

"McGuffin! What you said just now seemed to be sincere... Unfortunately, it is too late. I no longer believe every word you said."

"I think if the time is right, I'm afraid you won't mind saying something equally convincing to Dumbledore. And I'm afraid I will become an evil dark wizard in your story..."

Seeing that McGuffin became a little nervous, Quirrell walked up to him, brushed off the dirt and dust on his body, and looked very relaxed and proud.

"Relax, relax, I won't do anything to you, it's just an insurance, a lock, and a key that only I have, as long as you obediently obey...obey my orders, nothing will change..."

Quirrell said softly and kindly.

McGuffin didn't believe this guy's nonsense at all, and wondered in his heart if he snatched the wand from him and launched an attack first, would there be any possibility of escaping from here.

"Okay, MacGuffin, take a look at this great spell. Nowadays, only a few people can master it. You are lucky to experience this rare honor..."

As he spoke, he snapped his fingers.

McGuffin suddenly felt dizzy, and when he lowered his head and shook his head, he suddenly saw a strange blood-colored ouroboros appeared on his right wrist.

Between the skin and the flesh, this translucent little snake let go of its tail, kept swimming and growing, like a greedy snake, it grew up in an instant, and ran along its arms to nowhere.

"Ancient blood, ouroboros, curse the body with poison!"

Quirrell took out his wand, drew an infinity symbol similar to the word 8 in midair, and kept chanting a strange spell.

Accompanied by the sound of rustling like something spreading and sliding, a luminous phantom like a giant python shot out from his wand, opened its mouth wide, and swallowed McGuffin whole in one gulp.

Then disappear.

Immediately, McGuffin felt a burning sensation starting from the heart and flowing through the whole body with the blood, and he pulled the robe from the neck to have a look.

The bloody long snake had already appeared near his heart, its body was wrapped in a circle, as if it was tightly wrapped around his heart.

Then the blood-colored long snake opened its mouth wide to reveal its fangs, and bit its heart.

"Uh... ahhh!"

The pain spread from the heart to the head, and every flesh and nerve in McGuffin's body seemed to be torn in half.
—He couldn't stop screaming.

But the internal organs began to seem to be wrapped in some kind of icy liquid, and they kept churning and shrinking, changing and melting.

Pain, hot and cold, itching, numbness and other strange sensations began to pass back and forth through every nerve ending in McGuffin's body.

Then he felt as if his skin was melting, and it seemed to be drying and hardening.

McGuffin suddenly noticed that scales gradually began to grow on the skin, some kind of black, golden scales.Continuously extending from the wrists of both arms.

And the lungs gradually began to be unable to breathe, which made him roll on the ground, struggling to breathe.

He blinked, and suddenly found that everything in his eyes became dim and blurry, and the world in his eyes was like a black and white TV set that had been color-graded—full of fuzzy snowflake spots and black and white covered with a dusty yellow.

However, Quirrell's body is clearly visible in front of his eyes - like some kind of infrared camera, his whole body exudes orange-red light, especially the heart, but it looks like a stone near the brain.

No, it's not just him, some big bugs under the leaves, he can see traces of large eight-legged spiders in the distance even through the trees... All objects with life or temperature can be clearly displayed in his eyes.

McGuffin watched his robes helplessly, the clothes gradually combined with his skin and turned into scales, and his two legs slowly glued together to become a snake's tail. With the pain, he involuntarily put his arms together, gradually turning into a snake's body...

The terrible guess in my heart gradually came true, and I was cursed to become a snake.

At this time, the description of [Blood Curse] on McGuffin's parchment system has completely changed.

【crisis!crisis! 】(The blood-red handwriting changes and flows like some kind of liquid, and becomes another look) →

[Status: Blood Curse???)] Activated

→ [Status: Blood Curse (Activated)] (Progress 1%)

And at this time, another wave of shouts came.

Even here you can still barely hear the crowd shouting a few of the words

— Gryffindor!Gryffindor!

—Harry!Harry!

The tidal wave of sound completely drowned out the McGuffin's cries of pain.

(End of this chapter)