As Quirrell began his lecture, he posed a question: "Vizette, 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 composite 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 Curse of Sickness, 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, Vizette 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, "Vizette, do you have classes this afternoon?"
"That's right!" Vizette nodded. "There's another Transfiguration 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 Vizette.
Vizette read out the titles of the books on it, "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 Vizette, 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 his 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!" Vizette 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." Vizette 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 had awakened, and he didn't want Vizette 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 composite 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 Obscurial 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 just understanding the basics, 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!"
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