curse the world at hogwarts

Since the age of 11, Ms. Hermione Granger has been under pressure that should not be endured at this age.

You said that she originally just wanted to go to school and practice magic, but then an enrollment package fell from the sky and she randomly picked out two SRs——

One is called "Er" and the other is called "Zi".

Where to go to reason?

So Harry and Ron, these two naughty kids, are real bears sometimes.

The two of them were only thinking about how to deal with "Snape" as safely as possible, but they completely forgot that people's care is mutual.

Until the curfew came, Hermione's mother, who hadn't seen these two naughty boys for a long time, was extremely confused and waited in the common room, and finally fell asleep holding a book.

Not long after, she was called by Neville Longbottom, and she learned that Harry and Ron had not returned yet.

Although Harry and the others were not so miserable this time that hundreds of points were deducted at once, because Rhine stabbed the red-headed family in the back and Snape obtained the power to "deduct unlimited points from Harry", Neville still felt that they should be dissuaded from doing so. Make trouble again.

"Don't worry!" Hermione looked up to the sky and sighed.

Then, she took Neville out of the common room and went to look for these two naughty children.

This scene was supposed to take place during the midnight duel, but due to Rhine's intervention, it was postponed until the end of the first school year.

Where could Harry and Ron go?

Clever Hermione could answer in seconds using her heels.

However, they met Mrs. Norris who was patrolling the castle on the way, and were forced to make a big circle, and ended up bumping into Quirrell.

"Professor Quirrell?" Neville was startled, "I...you...uh..."

At this moment, half of Quirrell's body was hidden in the darkness, with only his dead white face slightly exposed, and it seemed vaguely ferocious.

It would be weird if he wasn't ferocious, but now that his face is covered in blisters, he looks particularly enchanting.

Suddenly encountering two students, Quirrell was also complaining in his heart. Although the other party was a young wizard, he had nothing to do now!

"Breaking curfew...that's...not good..."

He endured the pain all over his body from the outside to the inside and said, trying to scare the two away.

Neville immediately nodded honestly. If it was just him, Quirrell might have been deceived.

It's a pity that there is a know-it-all lady in front of me.

Hermione suddenly grabbed Neville, blocked him behind her, and pointed the wand in her hand at the stunned Quirrell in front of her!

"Is it you?!!!" Hermione asked sharply.

Quirrell's mentality was shattered on the spot. He felt that he was being targeted by God!

Thinking about it, he also studied in school for seven years. Apart from the four predators who graduated early, how could there be such a deadly little wizard?

What's going on here?

He only sneaked into the school for a year, and he didn't plan to demolish the house or blast it, just for a mere magic stone.

As for a group of ridiculously sharp little brats sent from the sky to deal with him?

Rhine Lyle was so good back then, but I didn't see him staring at the professor everywhere. Why did he sacrifice his life and blood for the school?

Quirrell looked at the tip of Hermione's wand that started to glow, and smiled bitterly, even with a somewhat humble look.

"Miss Granger...don't challenge my patience...please!"

What he said was sincere.

Tonight was miserable enough, and he would have to wander around the world tomorrow. He didn't have any murderous intention towards Hermione, but hoped that she would just get over it.

He really got nothing but a bruise, a bruise, and a desolate heart.

Now that everything is over, why should there be any more disputes?

Quirinus Quirrell would like to be a pacifist wizard at this moment.

"let me!"

A cold and cold voice with a strong nasal sound... the nose was crushed, and of course the nasal sound was strong... sounded from Quirrell's arms.

Quirrell trembled violently: "Master..."

He really wanted to tell Voldemort, stop doing it. What's the point of doing it now?

But if Quirrell had had the courage to resist even slightly, he would not have fallen into this situation.

He made a sad face and raised his hand.

Hermione and Neville gasped for a moment, and they were all stunned.

At this time, Voldemort was no longer the dough-like worm. As the time separated from Quirrell increased, he gradually showed a trace of his soul body, exuding a black aura.

"Hermione Granger..." Voldemort stared at Hermione sinisterly, "Rhine Lyle's disciple...Harry Potter's best friend...the Mudblood..."

These three reasons were enough for him to make a decision.

Voldemort showed a cruel smile: "Just think of it as interest!"

His face suddenly turned into a puff of black smoke, rushing into Quirrell's body like a long black snake!

"Master? No! Master..."

Quirrell was horrified and tried to resist Voldemort's invasion, but to no avail.

Previously, in order to make better use of him, Voldemort did not choose to possess Quirrell within his body, so as not to cause Quirrell to be scrapped prematurely.

But now, it doesn't matter!

Quirrell's soul was suppressed in an instant, and he closed his eyes, revealing those venomous snake-like eyes.

Voldemort completely took over Quirrell's body.

This would certainly lead to Quirrell's physical and mental collapse, but it would also give Voldemort a brief chance to fight in person.

He raised his hand and cast a wandless spell at Hermione!

"Armor protection!"

Hermione cast the spell keenly, shielding herself and Neville behind.

The short little girl was like a top, spinning quickly and swiftly on the spot, constantly sending out spells...

This is Professor Flitwick's own gyroscopic fighting method, which is suitable for wizards with "huge" size advantages. It was taught to Hermione by Rhine.

For a moment, she actually got into a fight with the defective version of Voldemort!

"Don't be afraid, Neville!" Hermione shouted loudly, "He is resurrecting a dead body and cannot cast powerful spells!"

Voldemort's eyes burst into light, but quickly dimmed: "What a pity... such a good seedling... is a Mudblood!"

Unlike Dumbledore, Grindelwald, and Newt who fought against giants, when Voldemort developed an independent consciousness, the wizarding world had already begun to weaken itself.

In this case, all the subordinates he had had were pretty stupid.

There are not many people who can enter the fighting state as quickly as Hermione, and there are only a handful of people who can find the key point of breakthrough as quickly as Hermione...

"But you forgot one thing," the smile on Voldemort's face grew colder, "The reason why I am the Dark Lord is not just because of dark magic..."

In addition to what Dumbledore said, he knew nothing about many things, Voldemort had shown a "god of learning" style as early as his student days, and his talent really surpassed Hermione's.

I saw that he no longer used the dark magic that made people frightened at first glance, and just chose to throw some small magic spells with Hermione.

But Hermione's pressure began to increase instantly. The difference in magic power and combat experience was too great.

She is the outstanding little wizard of this generation, and she has initially established her own fighting rhythm under the training of Rhine...

But it was broken by Voldemort in an instant.

Voldemort said with a smile while beating Hermione around.

"How strong does the spell need to be to deal with you?"