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

Chapter 130: Sudden enlightenment! The emperor of the stick, the stunning beauty of the sword!

At this moment, the stick in Rhine's hand flew up and down, hitting the wandering ball again and again.

Every time, the wandering ball made a strange humming sound, stirring up waves of gusts of wind breaking through the air.

The Slytherin team members felt that the Bludgers were everywhere in the field.

Whenever they tried to block Gryffindor's attack, the Bludgers hit by Rhine would appear in their path as if they had foreseen it.

The strange howling sound was so chilling even before it got close.

They don't want to experience what it feels like to be hit by a Bludger!
Because of this, the Slytherin team can hardly come up with any decent tactics.

When attacking, they will be interrupted by the Bludgers. When trying to defend, the Bludgers will open gaps for Gryffindor. Even the goalkeeper has to be wary of the strange Bludgers when trying to defend.

Even teams with huge differences in strength can gain an overwhelming advantage in such a situation.

What's more, the strength gap between Slytherin and Gryffindor may be that Gryffindor has the upper hand, which makes the games so far almost a performance show for Gryffindor.

The three Chaser girls cooperated with each other in various ways and broke through Slytherin's goal again and again.

Even goalkeeper Wood left the goal during an attack, received Angelina's pass and scored a goal, getting one of the few points in his goalkeeping career.

Gryffindor's score also rose rapidly.

Fifty, sixty, seventy...

Lee Jordan's passionate commentary never stopped.

"With their explosive attack and perfect coordination, Gryffindor unleashed an offensive frenzy unlike anything I've ever seen."

"By Merlin, this is a Chaser's fancy breakout show!"

"But if I were to say, the most surprising thing about this match was the performance of Gryffindor Beater Rhine Snow. It was the performance of a World Cup final-level batsman!"

"The Bludger became his pet under his bat. His influence radiated throughout the field through the Bludger, linking up Gryffindor's offensive and suppressing the entire Slytherin team."

"Even if he didn't score, if I had to name the best player so far, it would undoubtedly be Rhein!"

"However, the score difference hasn't widened to 150 points yet. This means the suspense is still there. As long as Slytherin can get the Snitch before the gap widens further, they can still turn defeat into victory."

"But if Harry gets it, it's over!"

Malfoy's forehead was covered with sweat as he hovered over the field, looking for the Golden Snitch.

At the same time, he was also shouting to the Quidditch players he recruited.

"Hold on!"

"Don't attack when you have the ball, pass it to each other, don't give them the chance to widen the gap, let me go get the Snitch!"

The Slytherins immediately changed their tactics. Ignoring the boos from the stands, they passed the Quaffle around to each other, deliberately stalling for time and completely abandoning the attack.

Malfoy's eyes swept over Rhine, and a deep feeling of powerlessness rose in his heart.

Rhine is a monster!

But then, Malfoy clenched his fists and his eyes became firm.

Now there is only one strategy left, and that is to get the Golden Snitch first.

Malfoy stared at Harry, recalling the hard training he had undergone during this period.

"Potter, this time, I will not lose."

Harry has suffered a lot in the level-breaking game these days, and his flying skills have improved to an unknown level compared to before.

Harry's expression also became solemn when he heard Malfoy's words.

His teammates played so beautifully and had established such a big advantage, so the task of ending the game fell on his shoulders.

There was no way he was going to give Slytherin a chance to kill him.

What's more, I'm playing this game for my father and mother in heaven.

I have a reason why I absolutely cannot lose.

Harry was also whizzing around the field, searching for the Golden Snitch.

Rhine glanced at them out of the corner of his eye, without paying too much attention to the Slytherin players, nor did he use the Bludger to interfere with Malfoy.

Things have come to this point, there is no need to bully the children anymore.

His gaze was almost entirely focused on Quirrell.

At this moment, there was hardly a single spot on Quirrell's body that had not been touched by the Bludger.

Every time Rhine fired a Bludger, no matter how strange its trajectory was, after suppressing the Slytherin team, it would always end up crashing into Quirrell at an unexpected angle.

Even though Quirrell was on high alert, he could not avoid being beaten all over by the powerful Bludger that was filled with evil spirits.

Lee Jordan looked at Quirrell and did not forget to cue him while commenting.

"We can see that this is the thirty-seventh time the Bludger has flown towards Professor Quirrell."

"It was a powerful Bludger. Rhine must have used up all his strength when launching it. Anyone who has played Quidditch knows that the drain on his stamina is undoubtedly enormous, but Rhine persisted!"

"Professor Quirrell is shaky, and he's holding on just as well!"

"I think I understand why Professor Quirrell stands in the front row, and why the Bludger flies towards him again and again..."

"The professor must be afraid that the Bludgers will fly into the audience and injure the students, so he stands in the front row and uses his unique magic to attract the Bludgers that are charging around."

"He would rather get hurt himself than protect the students' safety. What a great sentiment!"

"This is probably the most impressive game I've ever seen. Let's applaud Rhine, applaud Professor Quirrell, and also applaud Slytherin who is in a desperate situation but is still trying to turn the tables!"

Amidst the thunderous applause, Quirrell, who was listening to the explanation, vomited blood.

Oh my god, he used magic to attract the Bludger!
Given a choice, who the hell wants to be hit by a Bludger?
He didn't know how many bones he had broken. Even now, as Rhine's hitting frequency continued to increase, the intervals between Bludger's attacks on him were getting shorter and shorter.

He didn't even have time to use a healing spell to heal his wounds, and he was only able to hold on by relying on his last breath.

But now, he really can't hold on any longer. If he continues like this, he might really be killed by the Bludger in the stands.

Thinking of this, Qi Luo's eyes turned bloodshot, and the resentment in his heart overflowed.

How could this be?
Helping Slytherin win and killing Rhino Snow, these two wonderful things should have happened on the same day.

Why is this happening?
Quirrell gritted his teeth and looked at Rhine's broom.

Up to now, he hadn't seen any signs of the broom losing control, but he had clearly already released countless curses. Should he give up?

"I'm not reconciled!"

The next moment, Quirrell awakened Voldemort, who had fallen into a deep sleep after losing his power.

"Master, now is the best opportunity to kill Rhine Snow and Harry Potter. Just cast a curse and they will be thrown to death!"

Voldemort, who was in a bad mood after waking up, wanted to punish Quirrell severely.

But after sensing Quirrell's physical condition, Voldemort was stunned.

"no……"

"You come to watch Quidditch, why do you almost kill yourself?"

At this moment, the Bludger came whizzing towards them again.

Sensing the force attached to the Bludger, Voldemort's eyes widened.

"?"

"Is Quidditch so dangerous now?!"

He was about to scold Quirrell, but he silently took back his words and said something for the first time.

"Quirrel, it seems you have done your best to create an opportunity for me to kill Harry Potter and Rhine Snow."

"Forget it, I'll forgive you this time."

"Look carefully, this is how the Iron Armor Charm is used!"

In an instant, Voldemort waved his wand and cast an Shield Charm that was much stronger than Quirrell's.

Although the Bludger was wrapped in evil spirit, such a tiny amount of evil spirit was still difficult to shake in the face of Voldemort's Shield Charm.

A cold light flashed in Voldemort's eyes, and his gaze fell on Rhine's flying broom.

A curse far more powerful than the previous one was cast upon the Nimbus 2000 once again.

Black and red words instantly appeared on Rhine's system screen.

[In the battle of Dao Heart, Duobao Daoist possessed the Golden Immortal and was on the verge of reaching his limit. His eyes were filled with resentment, unwilling that his Dao Heart could not suppress a younger disciple.]

[Just then——]

[Helpless! ]

A sigh emanated, audible only to you. The aura emanating from the Golden Immortal suddenly rose, vast as the blue sky pressing down, towering as the collapse of the Buzhou Heavenly Realm. It was the Duobao Taoist's soul fragment controlling the Golden Immortal's body.

【Strong, so strong that it cannot be shaken! 】

[Strong, so strong that it is irresistible! ]

[In the blink of an eye, you are in a real life-or-death crisis! ]

Rhine looked at Voldemort at this moment and grinned.

Voldemort was finally defeated.

Is this the second stage?

But this is just right. Although beating Quirrell before could increase my fortune, how could it compare to beating up Voldemort?

He wanted to see how many of Voldemort's full-strength Shield Curse he could block.

Then, he swung the stick in his hand repeatedly, and the stick technique was strengthened again. The Bludger turned into black light and kept flying towards Voldemort!

Voldemort also clenched his teeth suddenly, with shock in his eyes.

"This power... is still increasing?"

"Is this a game of Quidditch?"

"Gryffindor's Troll Imp!!!"

Even he had to put some strength into the Iron Armor Spell at this moment, otherwise he would really be smashed to pieces by the bombardment of this Bludger.

If I were hit by a Bludger with this much power...

Voldemort felt that his nose, which was almost gone, was about to be smashed into two holes!
At this moment, Rhine swung the bat more and more vigorously.

Ever since he mastered the stick technique, he has never used it so frequently.

There's no way around it, there are very few opponents who can allow him to use this ability.

Last time I finally encountered a giant squid, but it ran away before I even hit it. It was really not satisfying.

But now, with Voldemort as a living target, even if he didn't hit him directly with a stick, Rhine still felt quite satisfied.

The talent of mastering stick skills originally came from Yuan Hong, a white ape from the ancient times. It is a complete killing ability.

At this moment, under Rhine's full-throated use, unconsciously, the stick technique was also undergoing subtle changes.

In the rewards column, the sword skills that also belong to the combat type of talent seem to be resonating.

The next moment, Rhine instinctively opened his Sky Eye.

A flash of inspiration flashed through my mind.

He is proficient in stick skills and sword skills, both of which are talents that focus on fighting and killing. It seems that they have reached the same destination through different paths and suddenly resonate with each other!

Lines of information flashed across the system screen.

In the reward column, the words "Staff Skills Mastery" and "Sword Skills Mastery" began to blur at the same time.

[Between life and death, your mind becomes increasingly clear, your heart of Taoism is unrepentant, your heart of sword is clear, your long staff is proudly pointed to the sky, and your insightful eyes suddenly light up.]

You enter a state of enlightenment

[Staff and sword techniques blend into one in your heart]

[You gain new talent——]

[The Emperor among sticks, the stunning beauty on swords! ]

(End of this chapter)