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

Chapter 178: The Hehuan Sect’s Methods? I Want You to Help Me Practice!
After a while.

"It's over."

"My reputation, my honor, is gone. All gone."

Voldemort, who feared no one except Dumbledore in this life, had a look of despair on his face.

Quirrell, the chess piece he had never looked down upon, really taught him a hard lesson today.

This is crazy...

Are you really going to eat unicorn poop?!

Even at this moment, Quirrell wiped his mouth and spit out the filth he had wiped off a few times before nodding in satisfaction.

“I feel it, there is vitality flowing in my body.”

"As expected of unicorn poop, it works wonders. I can live a little longer."

"But it's not enough, not enough. Even if you have a dog, it can poop a lot every day. A unicorn is so big, it can't possibly poop less than a dog, right?"

"Since we found it here, there must be more unicorn feces nearby."

"Eating one bite is still eating, why not eat a few more? Otherwise, wouldn't it be a loss?!"

Immediately, Quirrell burst into extreme eagerness, trying to find a fresh unicorn poop in the Forbidden Forest again.

Voldemort's pale face immediately turned green.

"Qiluo, you..."

Voldemort sighed and held back the scolding that was about to burst out of his mouth.

Facts have proved that as long as you are crazy enough, crazy enough to eat shit, Voldemort will be a little afraid of you.

"Qiluo, forget it, don't look for it anymore. I have a better way to gain vitality."

Qi Luo was stunned for a moment, then suddenly gritted his teeth and said.

"Then why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"You really want to see me eat shit, right?"

"No, I have to eat a few more bites so you can smell it too!"

Voldemort roared insanely.

"damn it!"

"Qiluo, you dare?!"

"I'm sorry, I apologize, I apologize, okay? Is that enough!!!"

……

Inside Slytherin House.

The former class leader Flint limped back to the class leader's single dormitory with the help of a cane.

He has been lying in St. Mungo's Hospital ever since he repeatedly targeted Rhine and tried to lure Rhine to the Black Lake, but Rhine broke dozens of his bones.

Only recently had he recovered enough to go back to Hogwarts.

But it is obvious that his "deeds" have already made him a laughing stock.

Especially in Slytherin House, there is no such thing as unity here. Flint feels sarcastic and mocking looks everywhere.

In the past, he could use his fists and wand to teach those who dared to mock him a lesson.

But now, he was lucky enough to be able to walk to class, and no one was afraid of him anymore.

Even the Slytherin Quidditch team fell completely into the control of Draco Malfoy, and he was directly expelled.

As for the prefect's power, it has basically been replaced by Draco Malfoy.

It can be said that Flint has nothing left except this single room. Even his ex-girlfriend has found a new love during this period of time.

His face was gloomy and full of resentment. As soon as he came back, he punched the pillow hard.

"Damn Mudblood!"

"If it weren't for you, how would I have ended up in this situation?"

Flint was filled with so much anger and resentment that if Rhine were here, he would probably even use the killing curse.

Just after Flint vented for a while, he saw a pink envelope on his bedside.

Flint was stunned for a moment. Although his brain was often criticized as being similar to that of a troll, he didn't think he would use a pink envelope.

Then Flint's mind raced faster than ever.

"Wait, so someone sneaked this into my dorm while I was away?"

"A pink envelope must have been stuffed in there by a witch!"

Flint's lifelong imagination was brought into play, and even the anger in his heart was temporarily suppressed by the surging spring love and pride.

So, what if there is a temporary setback?
Even though I no longer have the power of a prefect, I still have a handsome appearance and the heroic spirit of playing on the Quidditch field.

There must be countless little witches who like me. They used to be afraid to approach me because I was too dazzling, but now they have mustered up the courage to confess their love to me.

Flint's mouth widened into a grin.

If this little witch is pretty, then it's not a problem to give her a chance.

Immediately, Flint opened the pink envelope.

Inside was a blank piece of letter paper, but as Flint picked it up, an elegant handwriting appeared on the paper.

"Hello, I'm sorry, I'm really shy, so I can only talk to you in this way."

"Your handsome appearance has long been deeply engraved in my heart. I can't help it, I really can't help it, I think about you every night."

"Will you talk to me?"

In Quirrell's office, Voldemort controlled his body and wrote furiously on the letter paper with an expressionless face.

There was a look of surprise in Quirrell's eyes.

"Master, you are so good."

Voldemort's face darkened and he said coldly.

"This is to draw life force from the students, so that we can last until we obtain the Philosopher's Stone."

"This is a necessary sacrifice!"

Quirrell was just playing around.

"But why do I always feel that you, Master, seem very skilled?" "Master, have you done this before?"

Voldemort's face darkened even further.

In the past, his sex appeal was his secret weapon.

By virtue of his coloring, he obtained a crown and a golden cup, as well as many additional benefits.

But he had basically dealt with all the people who knew what happened back then, and he also swore that anyone who knew this secret would be killed.

But now, even though Voldemort was filled with hatred, he did not scold or punish Quirrell.

There was no way, he had to rely on Quirrell's body now.

And after eating unicorn poop, Quirrell simply let himself go.

Voldemort had no doubt that if he continued to punish Quirrell, Quirrell would live in the Forbidden Forest and feed on unicorn feces!
Voldemort didn't want to provoke this madman who even ate shit.

He would rather talk to Flint about something explicit right now.

"Come on, kiss me, I can feel your kiss."

"Just do whatever you want, imagine it, and I'll help you."

Voldemort wrote these ambiguous words skillfully.

In the prefect's dormitory, Flint's face flushed, his breathing was rapid, and his brush strokes were rapid.

"You are so rude."

"But I like it!"

"Come on, baby, catch it!"

After a while, Flint gasped and fell on the bed like mud.

Then a wave of fatigue came over him, and he fell into a deep sleep involuntarily.

But even when he was sleeping, he couldn't help but let out a lewd laugh. It was obvious that this pre-sleep exercise made him feel very comfortable.

At this moment, Quirrell also shouted.

"I feel it, life, vitality coming over here!"

Voldemort frowned as he looked at the words Flint asked him to pick up. He felt a chill and shook his head frantically, trying to get rid of the words from his mind.

His voice was cold.

"The quality of Slytherin students nowadays is really too low."

"Aside from the giant Flint, many other students who received the letter paper have started writing on it."

"Humph, have they ignored such basic common sense? They didn't even need a real little witch to throw herself into their arms, they fell for just a letter. This is the worst Slytherin class I've ever seen!"

But at this moment, Voldemort suddenly paused, his breathing became rapid, as if he had thought of something.

"Have it!"

"I have it!"

Quirrell suddenly shuddered.

"what?"

"Even through a piece of letter paper?!"

Voldemort took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to cast ten thousand killing curses on Quirrell.

"I mean, I have a way to deal with Rhine Snow and get him to tell me how to get close to the Philosopher's Stone."

Quirrell said hurriedly.

"I've heard this several times, and every time I've been unlucky."

"In my opinion, this little wizard Rhine is too evil. It's better not to bother him."

A sarcastic smile played on Voldemort's lips.

"I admit that Rhine Snow's magical ability is indeed incredibly strong."

"But he is, after all, an eleven-year-old wizard who has already begun puberty."

"What if a charming little witch approaches him and tries to please him? When he's feeling elated, maybe she can tell him how to get the Philosopher's Stone."

"We can even figure out where his magical prowess comes from!"

When Quirrell heard this plan, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Seduction?"

“This seems to be a good idea!”

At the same time, Rhine had just returned to Hogwarts with Hermione and the others.

When Voldemort and his men were plotting against him, Tianji had already sensed it when he was testing his talent.

Rhine raised his eyebrows, a hint of coldness flashing across his eyes.

Are Voldemort and Quirrell plotting against me again?
It seems that the Seven Arrows Book was not very effective. I have paused it for the past few days and now I have to continue.

Immediately, Rhine saw lines of words appearing on the system screen.

[The incarnation of Duobao Taoist has suffered losses repeatedly at your hands, and his faith in Taoism has wavered, yet he is unwilling to give up.]

He suddenly had an idea. It was normal for young men to admire each other, and the tribulation of love was also a common tribulation for cultivators.

As the saying goes, even a hero cannot resist the temptation of beauty. Since your Dao heart is invincible, what if I first use love to shake your Dao heart, turning this steel into a soft silk?

[So, the incarnation of Duobao Taoist decided to find a female cultivator from the Hehuan Sect to get close to you and make you fall head over heels in love with her!]

Rhine was stunned for a moment.

Good man, since you can’t win with force, you’re resorting to underhanded tactics, right?

Seduction?

The methods of the Hehuan Sect?
Who do you look down on?
How can a single female cultivator from the Hehuan Sect shake my invincible Dao heart? It would take at least eight or ten of them, right?

Black stockings, white stockings, flesh-colored stockings, and maids—don’t they all have to be arranged?

This is the only way to have a challenge. Otherwise, if you just have an invincible heart that can crush everything, then it won't have the effect of tempering you.

If you know what's good for you, please find a few more to help me practice!

(End of this chapter)