I'm in Hogwarts, what the hell is the Honghuang system?

Chapter 110: Thunder in the Nine Heavens Shakes the Jade Void Palace! Immortals and Gods Weep Blood!

Seeing the information appearing on the system screen, Rhine swallowed hard.

Even the blind system thinks this thing is an epic upgrade compared to the previous dung bomb?
It shook the heavens above and the underworld below, trembling heaven and earth, and even gods and ghosts were terrified...

How abnormal is this giant monster dung bomb that the system can directly call it the Nine Heavens Divine Thunderbolt!
Then, a smile appeared on Rhine's lips.

I believe that if this thing is pasted on Voldemort's face, it will leave Voldemort with an unforgettable impression.

This kind of blessing, shouldn't it reach heaven?!
Thinking of this, Rhine carefully carried the troll dung bomb and walked towards Hogwarts Castle.

He had heard that after Professor Quirrell was hit by three dung bombs yesterday, the stench was so intense that he had stayed in the staff dormitory and had not even attended classes.

It is said that some people heard a foul smell and retching sounds coming from the faculty and staff dormitory, as well as screams from time to time.

It seems that not only was Quirrell disgusted, but Voldemort was also extremely angry and was venting his anger on Quirrell.

There was a hint of strangeness in Rhine's eyes at this moment.

"No one has seen Quirrell today. I guess he's still in the staff quarters."

"This is good too. The enclosed environment can give Quirrell and Voldemort the ultimate enjoyment, while also minimizing the risk of accidentally hurting others."

Immediately, Rhine cast an illusion spell on himself and activated his invisibility talent, walking towards the faculty and staff dormitory area.

Quirrell was also lying weakly on the bed at this moment.

Although he rushed back to the dormitory as soon as possible yesterday, the three dung bombs were still too powerful and pierced through the large scarf he was wearing.

Quirrell had never seen Voldemort so furious, and he even wasted his precious strength to use Cruciatus Curse on him three times in a row.

If he wasn't still useful now, Voldemort might even want to use the Killing Curse.

He had to endure the Cruciatus Curse, wash the clothes and scarf quickly, and cast cleaning spells continuously at Voldemort's request. Before that, he was chased by a drugged three-headed dog on the fourth floor. Quirrell felt that he was extremely unlucky.

Thinking about it carefully, it all seemed to have started from the battle between him and Rhine Snow in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

No, thinking back, on the day when Gringotts was stormed in Diagon Alley, I seemed to have seen Rhine Snow as well.

It seems that the master's plan was ruined by this little wizard!
Since the first time I met him, nothing has gone smoothly!

Quirrell gritted his teeth.

"You stinky little mudblood, Gryffindor's little troll, just wait. When your master makes a comeback, he will definitely punish you!"

At this time, the weak Quirrell was immersed in fantasy and did not notice that his door had opened a small crack silently.

As for Voldemort, he had consumed a lot of energy in his rage, and he was also extremely disgusted. He always felt that something was not clean and he could smell a bad odor, so he simply fell into a deep sleep.

Rhine, who used his invisibility talent and the illusion spell, was not discovered at all.

He quietly placed the troll dung bomb next to Quirrell's pillow, set a magic to detonate it, and then burst out at the fastest speed in his life, fleeing into the distance like flying.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew into Quirrell's room, making the door sway.

Quirrell was stunned for a moment.

"Didn't I close the door properly?"

"Yes, I've been doing laundry and ventilating the place these past couple of days, so I might have neglected it."

"I can't stand the cold right now. I have to close all the doors and windows."

Immediately, Quirrell struggled to get up from the bed, closed the door, and locked the window tightly before he breathed a sigh of relief.

But soon, Quirrell sniffed his nose, which had been tortured by the stench for the past two days, and his face suddenly turned green.

"Where does this smell come from?"

"Why does it smell so bad?"

"Why is the smell getting stronger? Did I not clean something properly?"

The stench also alarmed Voldemort.

"Quirrel, what are you doing?"

"Why haven't you washed it yet, you piece of crap? Why do you still stink?"

Quirrell quickly quickened his pace.

"Master, this shouldn't be the case. I've already washed it clean. Let me look for it. I feel like I'm getting closer and closer to that stinky smell."

As he spoke, Quirrell walked towards his bed, and his eyes suddenly fell on the giant monster's dung bomb beside his pillow.

Looking at this thing, Quirrell was stunned for a moment.

When did you put this thing next to your pillow?
Until the next second, Voldemort's extremely terrified voice was uttered.

"Quirrel? Quirrell..."

"Run!!!!"

But at this moment, the countdown to detonate the magic returned to zero.

The giant monster's dung bomb exploded!
Rhine, who had already run out of the faculty dormitory area, was breathing a sigh of relief.

"I should be out of the range of the giant monster's dung bomb, right?"

But at this moment, an unimaginable stench swept in from the faculty and staff dormitory area, impacting everything in its path.

The portraits in the corridor froze for a moment, and then ran away from their frames for their lives.

Those enchanted suits of armor could have remained there motionless like sculptures for hundreds of years.

As the stench swept through, they all jumped, their armor clacking as they leaped from the tower, just to get away from the stench as quickly as possible. Even several floors above, in the classrooms where classes were being held, professors and students suddenly froze.

The students standing by the window turned green in the face.

“What the hell!!”

“Is this a septic tank explosion?!!”

Then, several students near the window fainted from the stench.

The stench even reached the owl house at the top, causing the owls inside to flap their wings frantically and fly away from the castle without looking back.

Dumbledore also rushed out of the headmaster's office, his face livid.

He swore that he had seen enough black magic in his life, but no black magic could compare to the lethality of this stench.

Relying on his authority as headmaster, Dumbledore quickly identified the culprit.

"It was done by Rhine Snow, and the Weasley brothers..."

"What on earth did you do?!"

Half an hour later, in the detention room of Hogwarts that had not been used for hundreds of years, Rhine and the Weasley brothers finally saw Dumbledore's furious side.

"How dare you use troll excrement as a prank prop? How dare you!"

He even swore, a rare occurrence.

"What the hell did you put in that troll shit?"

"How can it stink so bad?!"

When the Weasley brothers proudly recited a series of odor-enhancing and diffusion formulas, the veins on Dumbledore's forehead bulged.

"As the headmaster of Hogwarts, I now declare that all of your formulas are regulated as first-class dark magic items."

"Also, you are now forbidden from approaching the public relations bathroom. If I catch you boiling manure again, I promise, seriously, I promise to personally hang you up in the confinement room!"

On Rhine's system screen, bright red words were refreshing frantically.

Your Nine Heavens Divine Thunderbolt successfully hit the Duobao Taoist incarnation. At that moment, the Nine Heavens thunder roared and exploded in the Yuxu Palace.

[From the heavens to the netherworld, countless immortals and gods lost their souls at this cry, blood rained down from the sky, and the whole world was shocked.]

The Immortal of the South Pole was also moved by this and said frankly that the Nine Heavens Divine Thunderbolt was too powerful and was against the harmony of heaven. Heaven and earth would not tolerate it. No one in the Chan Sect would be allowed to prepare this item again, otherwise they would be expelled.

Rhine himself shuddered.

This giant monster's dung bomb is really terrifying.

Even if I become a master in the future and encounter this thing...

Run, you have to run. Rhine doesn't want to be touched by even a little bit of this thing. This is a large-scale biological weapon!
Fortunately, this giant dung bomb made Quirrell and Voldemort experience something, and a blessing that was even stronger than the previous ones combined enveloped Rhine.

It's not far from the level where you can refine your talents.

If you can't throw dung bombs, how about throwing a pot of biting cabbage at the back of Quirrell's head?
That would surely be enough!

Thinking of this, Rhine asked Dumbledore.

"Headmaster, Professor Quirrell…is he alright?"

Dumbledore showed a look of fear and pointed at the Black Lake Road outside the castle.

"He's soaking in there."

"We'll have to buy more fish fry from Black Lake."

At this moment, in the Black Lake, Quirrell was soaking in the water with lifeless eyes.

Bubbles were gurgling all around, and dead fish were floating on the water one after another.

In his mind, Voldemort's anger had reached a calm state, and only the murderous intent in his bones remained.

"Rhine Snow, the inherently evil Gryffindor brat."

"I swear, for the first time in my life, there's something I hate more than old Dumbledore's bee!"

"Quirrell!"

Quirrell quickly came to his senses.

"Master, did you call me?"

Voldemort's voice was cold.

"You, go kill Rhine Snow for me. He must pay for what he did!"

"Hmm? Quirrell, why aren't you talking?"

Quirrell recalled the time when he was beaten up by Rhine in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Although he did not use any dark magic, Voldemort himself seemed to be unable to defeat Rhine.

Now let yourself kill Rhine?
"I……"

"me?"

"I fight Rhine Snow?"

"Master, would you reconsider?"

(End of this chapter)