Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 49: Professor Quirrell vomited all over everyone!
"What's going on?" Hermione frowned. "Has that broom fallen into disrepair?"

Hagrid frowned. "No, only Dark Magic can affect a broomstick."

"What?!" Hermione was startled, and then immediately snatched the telescope that Hagrid brought.

She looked around and quickly locked onto someone who was casting a spell.

"Snape! He's the one casting the spell!"

"Huh?!" Ron's eyes widened.

"No, Professor Snape is crazy! He actually wants to kill Harry at this time!"

Hermione put the telescope in front of Ron's eyes and said, "Look!"

"Then what should we do?" Ron picked up the telescope and took a look. Sure enough, he saw Professor Snape muttering something in a mysterious way.

"Of course we have to stop him!" Hermione stood up and was about to run around most of the field and rush to Snape.

Dylan said at this time: "Don't worry, look at what that is."

He snatched the telescope from Ron's hand, placed it in front of Hermione, and then adjusted it to a certain direction.

"Is it Professor Lodge? He is also chanting a spell?" Hermione was stunned.

"This professor who holds a textbook every day, stutters during class, and whose face looks like an old lady's heel the entire class, can actually chant spells?!" Hermione was a little surprised.

Dylan's eyes widened slightly, glancing at Hermione's rosy little mouth, which was slightly open in shock.

"Such vicious words came out of this mouth?"

Dylan pursed his lips. "Anyway, Quirrell's lessons are like an old lady's foot wrap, smelly and long, but it's also true that he's chanting a spell."

"Also, a jinx will cause Harry to lose control of his broom, but a counter-spell will allow Harry to regain control of the broom."

"But it's strange that Quirrell can cast any spell, no matter what kind."

Hermione frowned and nodded slightly, "So what are we going to do?"

"Don't panic." Dylan moved his wand.

Although the distance was far, Dylan pointed his wand in Quirrell's direction.

"You're going to cast a spell over there from here?!" Hermione turned around.

Dylan smiled softly: "Finite Incantatem!"

Gently recite the spell to stop the spell.

But actually...

"Confundo!"

Dylan didn't dare to use black magic directly in this position, even if there were obvious spells hidden, he didn't dare.

because……

Quirrell wanted to test whether Old Deng was at home, he also wanted to know!
Now he was not sure whether Old Deng had left the academy, let alone whether he was keeping an eye on Quirrell.

Maybe he has now transformed into the appearance of a student, sitting in a corner and acting suspiciously.

Dylan didn't want to take that risk.

It would have been fine in the basement classroom at the time. After all, apart from directly seeing him use black magic, even if we used spells to observe his movements, we could not directly determine what spell he used.

There are so many people here now that Dylan is not sure if Old Deng is hiding among them.

Compared to Quirrell, he felt that if old Dumbledore really focused his attention on him, then when Harry grew up, he might not be the one to fight against Voldemort, but him!

Even without Harry growing up, old Dumbledore would probably strangle him to death on the spot!
"what!"

Just as Dylan cast a Confusion Curse, it almost crossed half of the field and hit Quirrell who was struggling with Professor Snape.

Just as he was about to cast the Bewitching Curse at Harry again, he suddenly felt a pain in his head and his mouth twitched.

He threw a Hex (poison curse) at himself.

He felt a pain in his stomach, his face suddenly turned pale, his eyes widened, his pupils contracted sharply, and his lips trembled slightly without any color.

Then, Quirrell's throat twitched violently, his mouth suddenly opened, and his jaw seemed to be dislocated.

A sound of "Ugh——"

A stream of yellow-green vomit gushed out of his mouth uncontrollably, spreading out in a fan-shaped pattern. Mixed within the semi-fluid puddle were rotten bread crumbs, wisps of vegetable leaves, and some indistinguishable, paste-like substance.

Like ammunition fired from a shotgun, it rushed straight towards the crowd in front.

Before the people in the front row could react, they were drenched by the sudden "rainstorm".

Someone was splashed on the face and subconsciously closed his eyes.

Someone was sprayed and jumped up in fear.

Some people even opened their mouths in shock, looking anxiously at Harry who was out of control in the sky, and the result was...

"vomit!"

"Ugh, vomit, vomit!"

"Ugh!"

For a moment, as if a signal had been sounded, many people in the front row joined in the passionate chorus.

The scene suddenly became chaotic.

Quirrell didn't care about anyone else at all. He leaned forward uncontrollably, his hands on his knees, still vomiting.

Professor Snape was about to cast another spell on Harry, but the evil curse on Harry had already been lifted.

Then, chaos broke out in the stands not far away.

He was stunned.

at the same time.

Hermione, who was observing Quirrell through a telescope, quickly put down the telescope, covered her mouth with one hand, and looked at Dylan with a panicked expression.

"What's wrong? What's going on over there?" Ron asked anxiously.

But Hermione covered her mouth, her body twitching, and she couldn't say a word.

"What's going on?" Ron was anxious and took the telescope from Hermione.

Put it on your eyes and take a look.

"Professor Quirrell vomited all over them? Ugh—"

"Don't vomit!" Dylan glared at him.

Ron quickly stuffed the telescope into Seamus' arms and covered his mouth tightly with both hands.

Hermione took a long time to calm down. She finally came to her senses. She opened the water cup, took two sips, and then looked at Dylan.

"This...you did this?"

Dylan turned around and blinked innocently. "Hey! Don't blame me! I just used a stop spell! Besides, the distance is so far, maybe my spell didn't even hit it!"

This time he did not show his special attack effects.

He wouldn't respond if others said he used some kind of spell.

Hermione looked at him suspiciously.

He just used a spell, but there was no attack effect?

suspicious!

"But, was it really Quirrell who cursed Harry?"

Hermione didn't dwell on this matter too much, but looked to the other side of the venue.

It was already a mess over there, with many little wizards screaming and crowding around.

But soon a professor came forward and began to maintain order.

The competition did not end because of this, but the circle of little wizards with Quirrell as the center and vomit as the radius.

They completely lost the mood to continue watching the game and left one after another, rushing back to the dormitory to take a shower.

Even though the professor had already cleaned them up.

(End of this chapter)