Superman's Journey to a Thousand Worlds

Chapter 334 Evil Curse

Looking at Lincoln with a smile on his face, all the students had mixed emotions.

In the previous stage, they experienced the effect of Wu Kongjutsu in the endless fall. Originally, they thought that was the limit of Lincoln's manipulative mentality, but judging from the current situation, that was far from the limit.

Let them, a group of 11-year-old first-year students, learn how to forge iron? Isn't this a little too unprofessional?

Even Hermione, who used to love studying the most, was lost in thought when she looked at the hot stove and the black anvil in front of her. Ravenlock's student, who was labeled as intelligent and intelligent, and Stray, who was labeled as easy to be noble.

Lin was already in a critical silence state at this time.

Blacksmithing seems to have nothing to do with wisdom and nobility in any way. On the contrary, the honest foodie Hufflepuff and the warrior represent Gryffindor and do not have much significance to the blacksmithing matter.

Honest people have always been honest, and Gryffindors are brave enough to try new things, even blacksmithing that they have never imagined before.

Some students in Stryling wanted to raise their hands to question Lincoln's behavior, but when they met Lincoln's smiling smile, they backed down.

The reason is very simple. The punishments of other professors are at most deducting college points and doing tasks. But Lincoln, if you think about his entertaining class format and original welcoming ceremony, you know that his punishment must be unique.

Different.

Until now, no one knew how different this was, but considering the series of bad things that had happened since the beginning of school, no one wanted to try it, and their intuition about the crisis told them that it was definitely not a good thing.

So now the choice is before you.

Obediently pick up the tools in front of you and make a ring; or let Lincoln arrange it, is there any choice?

Forging is not a simple matter. Even if the things they want to forge are only rings, even if Lincoln has provided qualified materials and detailed manufacturing methods, this is not a good thing for Harry, a group of freshmen with an average age of 11.

It's still a difficult thing because Lincoln doesn't allow them to use magic spells.

The time of one class is obviously not enough, but it doesn’t matter. If the time of one class is not enough, then take up some spare time by the way.

Anyway, the daily classes for first-year students in Hogwoods are not fully booked, so it just so happened that he occupied them.

There are still nearly two weeks until next Friday. As long as Lincoln takes up enough of their spare time, even a person who knows nothing about blacksmithing can always make a ring of his own.

As for what these new students think about this, Lincoln, who has become the ultimate villain, doesn't care at all.

The group of first-year students could only use the word "unspeakable misery" to describe their miserable experience. However, not long after, when they saw the upperclassmen also wearing masks of pain, their faces

My mentality suddenly became balanced.

Humans are such wonderful creatures. When only they suffer, they will be unbearable. But when a group of people are unlucky together, their tolerance limit will be greatly increased.

The blood pressure of the students in Hogwoods gradually dropped, but the blood pressure of the teachers in Hogwoods School began to soar rapidly.

The after-school time they gave students was hoped that they could go to the library and other places to study hard, but now, all of it was taken up by Lincoln Hall and turned into blacksmithing classes.

Even seventh-graders who were about to graduate and were theoretically very tight on time could not escape.

For a time, Dumbledore's dean's office was extremely lively. Except for Lincoln, the instigator, and Mrs. Hooch, a teacher who only taught first-year students, all the other professors gathered here to respond to Dumbledore.

This is a serious question.

Professor Quirrell, who had Voldemort on the back of his head, originally didn't want to come, but in the end he couldn't escape and could only huddle behind a group of professors and watch the situation develop.

A group of teachers gathered together, plus the portraits hanging on the wall. For a while, Dumbledore's office was as lively as a duck pen, but this could not change Dumbledore's mind at all.

This is not because of some dirty PY deal reached between Dumbledore and Lincoln, but because Dumbledore knew that this forging trend would last until next Friday at the latest, and from the actual situation, the 'ring' itself

There is indeed merit.

For Dumbledore, Hogwoods and even the entire wizarding world, Lincoln's willingness to teach some strange things is always beneficial. At least the benefits are great enough that the seventh graders who are about to graduate are willing to spend some time learning how to forge their own.

Your own ring.

The professors also know this clearly. What they object to is simply that blacksmithing classes take up too much of students' time. But if this occupation only lasts for a week or two, it is acceptable.

Another trend brought by Lincoln subsided, and time flew by, and finally the first ring was born in the hands of a seventh-grade student.

When magic spells are not allowed, physical advantage is really important. With a seven-year lead, seventh graders are undoubtedly the easiest group to achieve their goals.

Putting on the ring made by oneself, feeling the wonderful connection between the ring and oneself, an unparalleled sense of accomplishment emerged in my heart.

For the senior students, they can already control their own magic. To them, the ring is something similar to a wand, but can hardly be knocked down. It is also a tool that can release magic more quickly.

Ollivander's wands are very good, but the things he worked hard to make often hold more weight.

Ravenlock's students are good at using their brains to make intelligent summaries. When the first successful product appears, the methods suitable for them are summarized, and more and more rings are successfully forged.

And they also started to spontaneously help lower grade students to make it until all students, including first grade students, successfully mastered it.

Think about it, a person is surrounded by two, three or even six senior students. In this case, even Neville can be guided step by step to complete the making of the ring, not to mention that Neville is actually a

The first group of first-year students to complete the construction.

Poor Ollivander, his wand shop has been open for who knows how many hundreds of years, and he doesn't know if he can still have a stable business in the future. Unless the Ministry of Magic and Hogwoods provide policies, Lincoln feels a bit uncertain.

After all, who can spend seven gold galleons on a wand when you can make your own ring!

There may be an exception for 'noble' pure-blood families like Malfoy.

But no matter what, from now on, the vigorous blacksmithing course is finally over, which also means that students can return to the study and use of magic. I just hope that nothing will happen again in the future!

All teachers have enough expectations for the future, but they don't know what kind of big event is waiting for them.

Temporarily letting go of those students who had learned how to forge rings, Lincoln went to find Professor Quirrell in Quirrell's office: "Hello, Professor Quirrell, I wonder if you have time on Friday?"

"Ah?!" Quirrell was a little dumbfounded for a moment when Lincoln came to him. He didn't know whether to wake up the sleeping owner on the back of his head.

Lincoln had never shown off his abilities, but whenever Quirrell faced Lincoln, he would always feel uneasy from the bottom of his heart, as if the guy in front of him who was always full of charm would turn him into someone else in the next second.

Same as killing.

This feeling of terror is even comparable to or even surpasses that of the Dark Lord.

However, how can a wizard with unknown origins be compared with the respected Dark Lord, his great master?

"Professor Lin Lincoln" Quirrell's voice stuttered: "What do you want to see me for?"

"Yes, of course I have something to do with you." Lincoln smiled and sat in front of Quirrell: "This Friday, I am going to conduct a teaching course on the use of black magic spells. At that time, it was not enough for me alone.

"

"So I thought of you, Professor Quirrell. As the professor of the school's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, you must have a full understanding of black magic. I hope to invite you to take this class with me so that students can learn more about magic.

Use for a deeper understanding.”

Seeing that Quirrell seemed to want to refuse, Lincoln immediately spoke: "Of course, I discussed this matter with Principal Dumbledore in advance, and he agreed with it. But Professor Quirrell, if you really have other things to do,

, you can also refuse.”

Quirrell: If you say that, can I still refuse?

Quirrell was speechless and could only nod: "Okay, Professor Lincoln. I will help you."

"That's good!" Lincoln smiled with satisfaction: "Professor Quirrell must not waste time on Friday afternoon!"

Friday.

Arriving at the familiar classroom, all the students seemed to have developed an instinctive reaction and stopped. They first looked inside to see what was arranged today.

Fortunately, there is no such outrageous thing as a forge anvil. It's just that the classroom used magic spells such as the Seamless Extension Charm to slightly expand it a few hundred million points.

Well, that's not a big deal.

The situation can't be worse than the previous few classes, right?

With this mentality, students from each grade took their seats in turn. After all the students from first grade, second grade to seventh grade were present, Lincoln appeared in the classroom with Quirrell.

As the door was closed, the classroom that was originally connected to Hogwarts had now become an independent entity, which also announced the official start of this unique class.

After closing the door tightly to ensure that no one could leave the classroom, Lincoln asked Quirrell to sit on the side first, and then looked at the students below: "Today's class is a special class, which involves relatively advanced magic.

Knowledge-Dark Magic.”

"One thing we all know is that people in this world can be roughly divided into good people and bad people, and magic can actually be classified as white magic and black magic."

"You have all seen white magic, and today, what we are going to discuss is the relatively mysterious black magic. Now, can anyone tell me what black magic is?"

The time for reaction competition has come. Unsurprisingly, the senior students won the competition: "Cruciatus Curse, Killing Curse, Soul-Tampering Curse, Fire Curse, and Dark Seal"

"Very good. It seems that senior students still have a good grasp of black magic knowledge. So the second question is, what are the Unforgivable Curses and why they are unforgivable."

"The unforgivable curses are the Cruciatus Curse, the Killing Curse and the Soul-Imperius Curse. The reason why they are unforgivable is because the use of these three spells requires the caster to be malicious, and the use of this spell will affect the caster, and at the same time, other

There is no counter-spell, and it only targets the soul of the creature."

Hearing this explanation, Lincoln nodded, but did not make a decision. Instead, he looked at Quirrell: "Professor Quirrell, what do you think of this answer?"

Quirrell, who had been watching in secret, was suddenly called upon. He was caught off guard and stammered: "A very standard answer."

"Very good!" Lincoln smiled and added five points to the college that answered the question, and then said: "Then the third question, are there really only three Unforgivable Curses in this world?"

After Lincoln's question was uttered, the entire classroom fell into silence. All the students looked at each other, and then tentatively said: "There are only three Unforgivable Curses stipulated by the Ministry of Magic."

"Very good reason. So, is anyone willing to come up and cooperate with me? Experience a new magic spell."

All the students hesitated, but finally Brother Weasley raised his hand: "I, I can!"

"Very well, Brother Weasley, please come up and sit on the chair." Lincoln held the wand in his hand and smiled, looking at the two of them: "Are you ready? The process may be a little painful."

"Ready!" The Weasley brothers were extremely bold.

After getting the answer, Lincoln clicked the wand in his hand, and a dark and sinister magic flew from the tip of the wand: "Fall into the abyss forever!"

No one knew what kind of curse Lincoln used. Not even Quirrell or the Dark Lord Voldemort could tell what kind of curse he used, but everyone felt the ultimate malice contained in that curse, even if

Just for a moment, it made their hair stand on end.

After being hit by the curse, the bodies of the Weasley brothers, who were still full of energy, instantly collapsed. If they were not sitting on the chair, they would probably fall to the ground immediately.

Putting away his wand, Lincoln spoke to everyone: "Eternal fall into the abyss, a special curse."

"Its function is very simple. It blocks all a person's perception of the outside world, such as hearing, taste, vision, and smell. All sensations will disappear, and the spirit will fall into eternal darkness, feeling the passage of time tenfold and a hundredfold."

"There is no counter-spell to this curse. The only way to contact them is for me to voluntarily give up my ill will towards them. If I don't give up, or unfortunately die midway, this curse will always exist, for ten or fifty years.

One hundred years, until the spirit of the cursed person is completely dissipated from the torture."

"Those who die under this curse will not even be able to leave behind their souls, and the portraits they leave behind will become a piece of waste paper."

Lincoln explained the function of this curse in a calm voice. The more he continued, the more horrified the faces of the students in the classroom became.

They didn't know what it was like to be under this curse, but judging from Lincoln's description, it was a naked torture!

(End of chapter)