curse the world at hogwarts

"What do you think?"

As soon as these unexpected words came out of his mouth, Rhine knew that something was wrong.

Especially when he felt Dumbledore's fiery gaze on his back, he felt completely uncomfortable.

"You deserve it too!"

Rhine gritted his teeth and sprayed at Snape.

"Stop it, I didn't mean that...it's not you who did!"

"What are you trying to do? Are you trying not to take a shower?"

Snape breathed a sigh of relief, but Rhine's anger gave him a faint sense of pleasure.

"can."

"Hey! Do you still dislike me?" Rhine was already out of shame and anger. "Let me tell you... what did you say?"

Snape nodded and said, "You can go for a walk on Christmas."

"Are you sick? Have you taken your medicine on time? Do you want me to call Madam Pomfrey?"

Rhine waved his arms in front of him, wondering if there was another strange change that caused Snape to be replaced.

Snape impatiently knocked off Rhine's hand: "I'm curious about what you plan to show me."

In the recent period of thinking, he also fell into a mental bottleneck and could not find a way out.

Since these problems were caused by Rhine, Snape didn't mind seeing what he thought.

The ten years of ice has melted a little from my heart, and I am no longer as insular as before.

Seeing that there was no excitement to be seen, the professors turned their attention back to the playing field.

Only Quirrell was still staring at the back of Snape's head, with acid fumes rising all over his body.

He hates!

He is jealous!

He has a full face...

"What are you doing?" Voldemort roared in his heart, "Have you forgotten the important thing I told you?"

Quirrell shuddered before finally looking away from Snape with hatred and looking up at the distant arena.

Since the hatred is hard to get rid of, let’s use that scar-headed boy to calm it down!

"There's a situation!" Maleficent suddenly appeared in Rhine's heart, "I smell a curse!"

Rhine was stunned for a moment, then scratched his hair and glanced at Quirrell, and sure enough he found that he was staring at the sky. Although he didn't move much, his clenched hands were trembling slightly.

"So advanced?" Rhine was shocked.

Exclamations began to appear in the stands, obviously they had begun to realize that something was wrong.

In the sky, Harry was hanging tightly on his broom, but he couldn't hold his opponent down who was shaking crazily and might fall from the sky at any time!

Rhine glanced at Dumbledore strangely, and saw the old man wearing a dog-skin hat looking solemnly at the sky... but he didn't make a move!

Hey~ It’s just for fun~!

"The White Devil..." Rhine shook his head speechlessly and explained to Maleficent, "Can you understand the principle?"

Maleficent flew into the air with her phantom, and politely picked up the wool that came out of Harry's body... not... maliciously, while answering.

"It's not a too complicated curse, you can try it."

She said it was not difficult, referring to the era of great magic when she once led a country.

For Snape, this kind of magic that has long been scattered and incomplete is quite difficult to deal with.

"...Om Mani Padme Hum Prajna Paramita..."

Lai Yin finally heard the Great Ming Mantra and the Heart Sutra, and finally understood the cause and effect.

Quirrell's curse must have been passed down from Voldemort, and Voldemort didn't know which corner he pulled it out from.

Faced with this old silver coin magic, Snape, who could beat Quirrell's mother even if he didn't recognize it with a little wave of a stick, was also in trouble, so he could only deal with it with some magic spells that stabilize broomsticks.

This kind of wandless spellcasting from a long distance was not so easy even for the master or even Snape, who was close to the master. Ron saw the clues and successfully put the blame for trying to harm Harry on his head.

Even little Hermione, who originally believed in his innocence, had to believe what she saw.

Rhine turned his head to look at the Gryffindor stand, and sure enough he saw Hermione running towards this side and gesturing to herself to pay attention to Snape.

"Cracked!" Maleficent's voice came, "It's a method that disrupts the balance of magic..."

"Hermione?!!!" Rhine suddenly shouted in the stands and jumped up. "Are you feeling uncomfortable? Is there a hidden injury that was not detected last time?"

When he jumped up exaggeratedly, his elbow "accidentally" ran directly towards Quirrell's little face behind him.

"flutter--!"

Quirrell felt sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty all at once, but a burst of joy flashed through his mind.

"This is our first physical contact since we reunited! Sajia's life... is worth it!"

"Ow—!"

Then, he fell down while holding his bloody nose.

Snape was chanting the spell with all his strength when he was suddenly covered in blood from his nose.

People have a habit of touching and smelling strange liquids. When he touched it with his backhand, he realized that he was bloody.

"You..." Snape jumped up and stared at Rhine with a dark expression.

From the perspective of the other people in the mess, he seemed dissatisfied with Rhine's elbow that implicated him.

But Snape was confused at the moment - could you see it too?

High in the air, Harry climbed back onto the broomstick that was about to throw him out. Suddenly he made a gesture of vomiting and spit out the Golden Snitch.

In the Gryffindor stands, Ron patted Neville who was hiding in Hagrid's clothes: "You can watch."

As for Hermione, she was standing at the top of the teachers' stand, staring blankly at the professors supporting Quirrell and comforting Snape, and all kinds of thoughts came to her mind.

"What's going on?" Lain came to her side, pretending to be surprised and worried, while blinking.

Hermione was so happy that she immediately understood what Rhine meant, and said with a naive look on her face: "I... feel a little disgusted..."

"I'll take you to the campus hospital." He took Hermione's little hand and walked towards the stands.

Behind him, there were Quirrell being supported, Madam Pomfrey who was chattering, and Snape who was desperately wiping the nosebleed from his forehead.

"Is it...Snape?" Hermione asked softly.

Rhine replied in a low voice: "I told you earlier, those are two fools, of course..."

His back suddenly tightened, and he turned around to find Dumbledore staring at him kindly, with a kind of warmth in his eyes that could incinerate people.

"..." Rhine surrendered and said to Hermione seriously, "I was discussing the differences between Eastern and Western magical cultures with Professor Snape. He was showing me how Eastern wizards... are cultivators and how to chant scriptures."

Hermione's eyes rolled with mosquito coils: "And there are Eastern wizards? Then when can I fully understand them?"

"It's too deep!" Rhine touched her little head, feeling the furry fun, "Learn! There is no end to learning!"

Hermione nodded obediently: "Can I go to Professor Snape to learn chanting?"

"cannot!"

Snape drifted past them.