Hanging Shrieking Curse
"I cured the Crumple-Horned Snorkack!" Wizet pulled a venom bottle from her pocket. "I've been exposed to the Acromantula Venom before, so I recognize it."
"Oh... I see!" Hagrid breathed a sigh of relief, forced a smile, and changed the subject. "You actually cured the Crumple-Horned Snorkack! That's amazing!"
Since returning from the Forbidden Forest, Hagrid seemed to have something on his mind; his complexion was not good, and his eyes revealed a hint of worry.
As for the venom of the Acromantula, he had no interest in it at all and told Wizet to keep it for himself.
The Forbidden Forest is not very peaceful. Hagrid occasionally ventures deep into the Forbidden Forest and brings back a few injured Magical creature, Wizet to help heal them.
Wizet did not refuse the request; he could continue collecting the Acromantula Venom during the treatment, which was a win-win situation.
He not only received the Acromantula Venom, but Hagrid also gave him a pack of Unicorn Hair bandages as payment for treating the Magical creature.
"Didn't we agree on this before?" Hagrid pushed the bandage back to Wizet. "You heal the Magical creature ' wounds, and I'll give you the bandage."
"Even if I treat them with bandages, it will take them several days to recover. How can that compare to your Healing magic? Please accept it!"
Wizet spent another fulfilling week amidst her busy studies and practice.
There was so much he could learn: the Magic Circuit of the Crumple-Horned Snorkack, Dumbledore and Grindelwald's Notebook, review materials on Compound Magic, Quidditch training...
With so much learning material, he always felt like he didn't have enough time, wishing he could visualize his time and divide it into several parts to use.
In addition, he also needs to revise and polish the manuscript about the Halloween Troll, hoping to finish it before the Christmas holidays.
Before they knew it, it was the weekend again, and Wizet went to Quirrell's office as promised.
Pretending that nothing happened sounds simple, but when he actually put it into practice, he found that it was not easy to do.
He arrived at the designated floor thirty minutes early and lingered on the stairs for a long time before finally adjusting his mindset to face Quirrell alone.
He carefully placed the silverware on the table and said solemnly, "Professor Quirrell, thank you for your help."
"Hmm!" Quirrell simply responded, his tone somewhat cold.
Whether it was psychological or not, Wizet felt that Quirrell was in a bad state.
His face was very pale, his eyes were bloodshot, and his forehead was covered in sweat... all these characteristics indicated one thing: Quirrell was under tremendous pressure.
"Professor Quirrell, you don't look well..." Wizet greeted him as usual, "Why don't you go and see Madam Pomfrey?"
"No need..." Quirrell forced an extremely awkward smile. "It's probably just that the weather is cold, and I haven't gotten used to it yet."
"Sit down, let's begin!" He exhaled a long breath, avoiding looking at Wizet's face. "Learn a more complex Compound Magic — the Hanging Shrieking Curse!"
The Hanging Shrieking Curse is also a curse. It can be cast directly with a lengthy incantation, or it can be hidden inside an object and used as a trap.
Opal is the best choice, as it can bring out the full effect of this curse.
To demonstrate the spell's effect, Quirrell used the Hanging Shrieking Curse to create an opal pendant beforehand.
He tied the pendant to a venomous snake, and the moment the opal touched the snake's belly, the snake suddenly went limp, as if it had lost consciousness.
Immediately afterwards, the venomous snake floated into the air, emitting a heart-wrenching hissing sound, its body twisting and turning.
About five minutes later, the snake was hanged while in agony and struggle, losing all its breath.
Everything the venomous snake had gone through before fit the name of this Compound Magic: the Hanging Hiss.
The thought of ending a life in such a cruel way sent chills down Wizet's spine.
Quirrell was in even worse shape than him, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead and prominent veins on his temples, as if he were enduring something.
Without giving himself time to catch his breath, he forced himself to speak, "As you can see, this Compound Magic contains several effects."
"First, it can make the victim lose consciousness; then float in mid-air, screaming unconsciously, until... until the victim is tortured to death..."
He started stuttering again, and his face turned deathly pale.
Wizet sighed softly, trying to remain calm, and imagining how she would ask questions if she knew nothing.
"Professor Quirrell, do we really need to learn curses? I feel that the Affliction Curse is enough... and I'm not suited for curses, as you told me."
"Yes... I did tell you!" Quirrell nodded, hesitated for a moment before continuing, "Dark Magic is just one form of magic... after all, that's what I'm good at."
"Didn't you... learn the Levitation Charm? The Hanging Shrieking Curse also contains the knowledge of the Levitation Charm, that's the effect... making the victim float in mid-air!"
"This complex... Compound Magic will utilize extensions of the Levitation Charm, the Stunning Spell Charm, and the Full Body-Bind Curse Charm..."
He finally got into the zone and began an in-depth analysis of the Hanging Shrieking Curse.
If you ignore Quirrell's worrying condition, the lesson is actually much more interesting.
Wizet found the Levitation Charm and its extensions very helpful.
This not only deepened his understanding of the Levitation Charm, but also turned a new page in "The Wizard Combat Guide".
Ancient Magic: Levitation Charm: The incantation "Aresto Momentum" guides Ancient Magic to cast the Levitation Charm, enhancing its power and enabling it to lift larger creatures.
This spell is quite similar to the Improved Summoning Charm; both can affect living beings.
Compared to the lengthy incantation of the Levitation Charm, this spell's incantation is significantly more concise and powerful.
More importantly, when Wizet acquired this Ancient Magic, he did not expend any Ancient Magic Power.
The sun sets, signaling the end of today's lessons.
Quirrell looked as if he had exhausted a great deal of energy, and he just slumped into the chair without any regard for his image.
"Professor Quirrell, are you really alright? Should I take you to the Hospital Wing?" Wizet asked with concern.
"No need!" Quirrell refused again. "I'll just eat something... I'll be fine after a bit! You should go now! Go now!"
Wizet nodded. "Professor Quirrell... thank you!"
The moment he gripped the doorknob, he glanced at Quirrell and left behind a Chocolate Frog.
Quirrell's expression was one of extreme pain, his face deathly pale, like a blank sheet of paper.
He noticed the Chocolate Frog Wizet had left behind, and his tone became even more resolute. Gritting his teeth, he waved his hand and said, "Let's go!"