Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 18 I Curse Myself
Before the appointment was written, the silver phoenix had already flown back.

"Despite Professor McGonagall's anger, she adjusted the class schedule."

Dumbledore said happily, "You can do it according to your own ideas. After writing the letter of appointment, I will also write a letter to Hagrid, asking him to work part-time as your teaching assistant."

"Thank you, Principal Dumbledore." Quirrell said sincerely.

"I only hope you can escape that curse, otherwise a year later..."

Dumbledore bowed his head and wrote the letter of appointment, his words were full of helplessness - it seemed that Voldemort's curse made him tired of coping.

Quirrell also heaved a sigh of relief. He was very afraid of the curse even without performing, because the curse came from his master.

"Crack."

Exclusively belonging to Hogwarts, the seal with four images of lion, badger, eagle and snake is stamped on the letter of appointment.

Quirrell keenly felt that at the moment when the seal fell, there was a wave of magic power flashing on the letter of appointment.

"So……"

Dumbledore picked up the letter of appointment and looked at Quirrell, "Welcome home, Quirrell, this is your second job at Hogwarts."

"Thank you." Quirrell got up excitedly and accepted the letter of appointment.

At this moment, the curse fell, and Quirrell shuddered, and Voldemort, who was hiding in the blood curse in his body, was awakened by his own curse.

"Your reaction is stronger than others." Dumbledore asked with concern, "Is there any discomfort?"

"No."

Quirrell replied immediately, "It should be a blood curse, which made me sensitive to curses."

Dumbledore nodded, looked at Quirrell worriedly, and said after a moment of pondering: "I will try to crack it again, and if you find anything, you can also tell me."

Quirrell nodded: "Okay, principal, then I'll go back first, the actual battlefield in the Forbidden Forest, after I sort out my ideas, I'll build it with Hagrid."

Dumbledore nodded, and quickly wrote a text message to Quirrell, which was a voucher for Hagrid.

"If you need to use the fireplace, feel free to contact Professor McGonagall," said Dumbledore.

"Okay, principal." After Quirrell finished speaking, Shi Li left.

After leaving the door of the principal's office, Voldemort directly took control of his body, and Quirrell immediately began to tell what happened to Voldemort after he fell asleep.

"You've done a good job, but we need to go back quickly now to deal with the curse, my own curse."

Voldemort said, quite helplessly in his words.

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I cursed myself?
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"Does not look like."

When Quirrell left, the portrait of Principal Black said immediately.

"Albus, what do you see from the blood curse?"

Asked the portrait of President Armando Dippet, who had never spoken before.

"A female vampire's curse, and nothing else."

Dumbledore said thoughtfully, "He doesn't look like he's seen Voldemort, but we all know Voldemort's cunning."

The portraits of the principals fell silent, and no one made a sound for a long time.

"It's time to test those pure-blood families." Dumbledore got up, straightened his clothes, and said, "Maybe he is hiding in one of their mansions."

"Go and see the Malfoy family, they are the most hypocritical." The portrait of Principal Dai Lisi Dewante said.

"Also look at the Parkinson family, their house is not as clean as it looks." The portrait of President Armando Dippet also commented.

"I'll go and have a look, and always know where he is."

As Dumbledore said, he stretched out his right hand, and the phoenix Fawkes behind the door flew up and landed on his arm.

Then, with a "bang", it disappeared into the room.

……

36 Hall Street.

Voldemort, who had rejected Ms. Rosmerta's dinner invitation, hurried back here.

He had to analyze the content of the curse in more detail while the curse was not fully formed—thanks to the battle between the two souls, Voldemort's remnant soul, which already had incomplete memory, lost even the detailed content of the curse.

"It's definitely not lethal magic. I, the most brutal, never thought of killing all wizards, even those mudbloods."

Voldemort murmured, and set up a golden crucible in the locked room on the second floor—this kind of crucible can be used to compound potion ingredients with different attributes, which is exactly what he needs now.

"The remaining memories show that this curse is based on a spiritual spell. Maybe I have contacted this magic recently."

While analyzing, add water to the crucible, and at the same time put daffodils, which is a herb related to death, which can be well connected with curses.

"The way of casting the curse, I remember it, based on the blood of Slytherin in the body at that time, prying the power of the Hogwarts Chamber of Secrets, implanting the entire castle..."

"That is to say, as long as Hogwarts is not rebuilt, or as long as I don't get the offer for this position, the curse will always exist...the curse of trouble, no wonder Dumbledore can't break it."

"Burning flames."

The yew wand was touched under the golden cauldron, and the raging flames burst into flames instantly.

Voldemort kept his hands on and began to draw the African tree snake skin, which was the key to connecting the two property-hedging medicinal materials.

"First pour in a third, stir clockwise three times, then quickly counterclockwise..."

Reading out the method of making this potion in memory will help him operate accurately.

"Next is the dried crocodile heart, cut into thin slices, rolled and put down..."

"Put in one-third of the African book snake skin, counterclockwise three times..."

"Soundless bird feathers, a rare material..."

"Simmer slowly, wait quietly..."

After adjusting the flame, Voldemort sat cross-legged beside him and began to wait quietly.

During this period, he tried to find out more about the curse in the broken memory, but unfortunately found nothing.

"Absorbing the soul and memory in the Horcrux is on the agenda."

This was a decision he made a long time ago, but at that time, he didn't think he could beat those Horcruxes.

But now it seems that regardless of whether the fight is over or not, it has to be put on the agenda-cursed by myself, cursed by myself, and it is dangerous to be aggrieved.

While thinking about it, the khaki potion began to bubble, and the liquid began to shrink rapidly.

"Three drops of white fresh liquid that is hedged with narcissus, put in in stages."

Whispering in his mouth, Voldemort carefully dripped a drop of white fresh liquid. The speed of shrinkage of the liquid slowed down slightly, but it was still very fast, and the earthy yellow color began to darken, and a strange smell came out.

The second time it was dripped, the earthy yellow color turned to dark brown, the speed of liquid shrinkage slowed down again, and the taste became stronger, making Voldemort have the urge to pinch his nose.

After the third drop, the color of the potion turned completely black, the stench hit, and the liquid no longer shrunk, leaving only a puddle on the bottom of the golden crucible.

"Stop the curse."

Voldemort pointed at the bottom of the cauldron, the flames were extinguished, and the refining of the potion was completed.

"Curse revealing potion... I used to really not consider the appearance and taste of potions?"

Looking at the foul-smelling black water, Voldemort's face twitched together.

　I think that Quirrell's stupid B behavior is related to this curse, which obviously lowers his intelligence. Moreover, looking at the next few Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers, most of them will also have problems, but they are not necessarily fatal. The problems are mainly at critical moments. Therefore, I speculate that this curse should be a spiritual spell, and it has the effect of reducing intelligence, and it is also sudden-for example, if the author falls into this spell, he will ask for tickets, what to pay attention to, hey, I don’t know How to remove it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)