Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse

"Master, I, I today..."

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts office with the door closed, Quirrell had taken off his turban and was trembling nervously, looking as if he was about to cry in the next second.

"I told you, this is not your problem."

The pale face on the back of his head comforted him in a soft voice: "Since you have become a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, you must leave no room for chance and do your best to fulfill your duties without revealing any flaws to let Deng Xiaoping." Bledo saw the problem."

"Remember, the ultimate goal of everything is to get the Philosopher's Stone. The process in between is not important at all, whether it is sneaking into Gringotts or cursing the dark wizard... When you dedicate the Philosopher's Stone to me, let me return After gaining a body, you will receive unimaginable honors and rewards..."

Under his comfort and encouragement, Quirrell seemed more relaxed: "I will definitely meet your expectations, Master!"

"This is my good follower."

Tuk-tuk-tuk.

"Professor Quirrell, are you there? I have a question to ask you..."

There was a knock on the office door without warning, and a vague young voice came from behind - this almost startled Quirrell. He waved his wand quickly, causing the hood to cover Voldemort's face again: "What should I do, Master?"

"Of course I will teach him like a professor and then send him away." Voldemort said impatiently: "Do I have to teach you this?"

"Yes Yes……"

Quirrell raised his wand and opened the office door. After seeing clearly the appearance of the students behind the door, he forced a smile: "Ah, Mr. Ken, what do you want to see me for?"

"professor,"

Avada closed the door and placed a piece of parchment on the desk: "That's right, when I was previewing the second-grade textbook, I found an interesting one in it, somewhere between a jinx and an ordinary curse. The spell 'Confusion' between them can dislocate the subject's senses and achieve some strange effects..."

"No, that's right, that's it." Quirrell smiled and nodded.

"Then, I studied this spell carefully and found that it seemed to have some room for improvement. Then I went to the library to check information on other spells similar to the Confusion Curse, and after referring to the Oblivion Curse and some simple little illusions Finally, I concluded this..."

He pushed the parchment on the table in front of Quirrell: "According to my inference, if the Confusion Curse is improved to the limit in this direction, it seems to produce a very terrifying... No, it should be said to be a very strange effect. But Didn't you say in class that some curses will gradually become black magic if they are improved? So I wanted to come to you to confirm."

"Okay, let me see..."

Quirrell absentmindedly picked up the parchment and began to read it, while Avada on the side took advantage of this opportunity to operate Occlumency and began to desperately analyze the structure of Voldemort's mutant mental power.

'If you want to analyze this mass of mental power, you have to start from the four stages and analyze it one by one, that is, from the mental power structure of normal people, to the damage caused by the erosion of black magic, to the mutations caused by certain magical transformations, and finally to splitting. Damage to the soul... Only by peeling off the cocoons layer by layer can the analysis of the entire structure be finally completed. ’

'The most basic structural framework is still the human spirit. This has not changed. The memory, thinking and emotional parts are all there, but the emotional part has been seriously damaged, especially the positive emotional part... The thinking aspect is also damaged to a certain extent. ’

'I don't have many black magic corrosion samples in my hand, this one requires more energy...'

‘The structure here is very similar to Professor Baker, it must be a mutation caused by soul splitting...but it is more complex and unstable. Who told him to divide his soul into seven pieces...'

'The previous guess was wrong. His mental structure has no resemblance to that of a ghost. Now there are even fewer samples...'

‘Damn, there’s so much information. Even if I drank the intelligence-enhancing agent bought in Diagon Alley in advance, my brain is still not enough, and my memory and calculation are not good. And now I am afraid I can’t find time to analyze the crown and research talent optimization...'

While he was desperately analyzing it, Quirrell also looked at the parchment he brought, with a few drops of cold sweat on his face involuntarily. No way, the content above is really surprising...

"What's the matter, Quirrell?"

Voldemort's voice rang directly in his mind: "I feel that you seem to be shocked. What did that student show you?"

"Master, you, look..."

Quirrell tremblingly shared his vision with Voldemort: "This second-year student independently developed the prototype of the Imperius Curse!"

That's right, what Avada used to attract Quirrell's attention was the result he got from the crown last school year, which was the prototype of the Imperius Curse. And he modified it a lot, using the principles of the Confusion Curse, the Forgetting Curse and some other illusions to put the prototype back together, pretending it to be the result of his research based on the second grade knowledge, which is equivalent to shooting an arrow first. Then draw the target.

"oh?"

Voldemort suddenly became interested and began to read the paper carefully through Quirrell's vision. After Avada noticed that his mental power began to change significantly, she nervously maintained the Occlumency technique and tried to control his facial expressions while taking the opportunity to memorize more dynamic samples...

“Interesting, very interesting…”

"Qi Luo, give your body to me temporarily."

"Yes...yes, Master."

Quirrell suddenly raised his head and looked at Avada. The expression on his face was no longer nervous as before, but calm and confident: "Can you tell me how you came up with this idea?"

'What the hell! ’

The moment Quirrell raised his head, Avada stopped analyzing and started operating Occlumency with all his strength!

‘Why did Voldemort take the call himself? ! Is my paper so attractive? ! ’

At first, he just wanted to arouse a little interest in Quirrell so that he would not reject him, so that he could have more time to observe Voldemort's mental power - now it seems that he has not grasped the degree of this "interest". .

"cough."

Avada's face straightened, and she faced the person in front of her with the attitude of a graduation thesis defense: "It's like this, during the research on the confusion spell, I discovered..."

As Avada spoke, Quirrell—no, Voldemort listened carefully, and from time to time asked some questions at key points, and Avada would explain them. For a time, the entire Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom really turned into a thesis defense scene. Except for the fact that both the tutor and the student had their own agendas, it couldn't be more perfect.

"Brilliant idea, brilliant idea. There is no doubt that you are a genius, Mr. Ken."

"You have an extremely outstanding talent for the study of spiritual power. I can tell you in advance that the end point of this idea you have figured out is a very powerful magic. If you were born before the birth of this magic, you will even die because of this. A paper has been recorded in the annals of history... You can continue to study it, it will be of great benefit to you... So be it."

He opened the drawer, took out a piece of parchment, wrote something on it and handed it to Avada: "I recommend you go to the restricted book area to find a book. The content on it is related to the field you are currently studying. The relationship is very deep and may bring you inspiration and inspiration, this is the approval note.”

"Go back. If you have any questions, you are welcome to ask me at any time. I like talented students."

Voldemort controlled Quirrell's body and sent Avada out with a smile. The next moment he locked the door, his expression changed from indifferent to nervous again - it was Quirrell's consciousness that returned.