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

Chapter 185 I have no money, so I can only slay the dragon! Hope of curing madness
At this moment, in Rhine's hands, some meritorious objects with golden light appeared.

Some are the color of eternal bronze, some are silver-white like the silver flowing in the sky, and some are brilliant gold that exudes a sacred aura.

These were all extracted from the resources Voldemort sent during this period.

It can be said that Voldemort played a great role in the formation of the Rhine Starry Sky!

It is also worth mentioning that thanks to the spiritual energy feedback brought by refining these meritorious objects, Rhine's cultivation is no longer the same as it was a month ago.

The most obvious difference is that the Yuanhai in his body has expanded to a certain area, even enough to hold all the things Rhine usually uses.

For example, at this moment, the Avici Sword is floating in the Yuanhai, being refined by the power of the Yuanhai.

The Qingyun Purple Gold Crown also emitted rays of spiritual light in the Yuanhai, and the golden light seemed to be even brighter than before.

This is the benefit of storing the magic weapon in the Yuanhai. The power of the Yuanhai is transformed from the purest spiritual energy. If it is not a quasi-saint who is above the Daluo Jinxian, there is no ability to condense the spiritual energy to this level.

Rhine also got this kind of fortune because of his good luck in the last talent smelting.

Previously, the Yuan Hai was still weak, and its many wonderful uses could not be manifested. Now, as his cultivation improves, they gradually become apparent.

This is one of them, to take in the magic weapon and nurture it.

Over time, the power and spirituality of the magic weapon will continue to grow, saving a lot of precious materials.

When the Yuanhai grows to a certain size again in the future, it will even be able to absorb living beings into the Yuanhai to reproduce and thrive.

After all, quasi-saints are capable of opening up a new world, and are even capable of creating life.

For example, the ancestor of the Styx was able to create a world of his own in the sea of ​​blood and create the Asura clan.

With the help of the twenty-four Dinghai Pearls obtained from the Conferred God Tribulation, the Taoist Master Ran Deng was able to create the twenty-four gods, laying the foundation for the future Buddhism and becoming one of the ancient Buddhas with the highest status in Buddhism.

Of course, Rhine is still far from this level. At present, we can only say that his Yuanhai has this potential.

But if we continue like this, one day, it may not be a delusion to create a world of our own in the Yuanhai.

At this moment, Rhine's sight fell on those meritorious objects, with a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

During this period of time, they were kept in the Yuanhai for nurturing, and now the quality of each one is three points higher than when they were refined before.

In this way, the quality of the flags used to refine the Zhoutian Star Array will naturally increase.

Even though it certainly cannot be compared with the huge amount of resources consumed in the Lich War, where each flag was commanded by a great demon, its power is enough to support Rhine's place in the magic world.

"But now, there is still one last material missing, which is the material used to refine the flag."

"Even though the material's quality can be improved through merit, it still needs to be dragon skin, fresh and intact, recently peeled. The required quantity is not small."

"After calculating, the skins of three or five dragons might not even be enough."

Rhine frowned.

Dragon skin is not a common material in the magical world and is extremely expensive.

Not to mention multiple intact, freshly peeled dragon skins.

If Rhine were to do it himself, with his current connections, it wouldn't be impossible for him to get it.

Not only does it require a lot of connections, it's also quite troublesome and there's no telling when you'll get enough people together.

It seems that the special channels controlled by Rhine are still effective.

Immediately, Rhine picked up the pen, exuding a much stronger aura of charm than a month ago, and wrote a line on a piece of letter paper.

……

At the same time, in Quirrell's office, Quirrell was complaining.

"What the hell is going on!"

"It's been over a month, and Christmas is almost here, and I haven't made any progress in getting the Philosopher's Stone. Every day after get off work I go to the Forbidden Forest to mine."

"Forget about mining, but at least keep some for yourself, right? You're really not going to leave me a single piece of gold and hand it all over to Rhine?!"

"That's fine, but what about all the money I've saved over the years, and the treasure you said you hid for the war? Are you going to hand it over too? I can't even afford to eat now. I want to go to the Forbidden Forest and eat shit again!"

Quirrell grew angrier as he spoke.

"We agreed to give me some hardship, Qi Luo. Will it be over soon?"

"Damn it! I suffered the first time, and now I have to suffer all the time? How can such a thing happen in this world!"

"Voldemort! Give me an explanation, otherwise I'm going to die anyway. Instead of dying like this every day, I might as well find a more pleasant way to die!"

Voldemort frowned at this time, not caring about Quirrell's offensive words, but his eyes showed a thoughtful look.

"wrong."

"I did wrong."

"I shouldn't have been mining all this time. It's not right. It's very wrong."

Quirrell paused for a moment, then softened his tone.

"Master, have you finally realized something is wrong?"

"Do you know how weird you've been in the past month? You're just like those silly Slytherin students who chat with their stationery every day. No, you're even more crazy than them."

"Are you finally awake?"

"Or are you trying to lull Rhine into a trance this month and let him down? So we're almost going to get the Philosopher's Stone now, right?"

Quirrell's eyes were filled with longing.

If Voldemort was the one who longed for the Philosopher's Stone before, then now his desire for the Philosopher's Stone is even greater than Voldemort's.

Without the Philosopher's Stone, Voldemort could at least survive and seek a chance to make a comeback.

But if Quirrell couldn't get the Philosopher's Stone, he would only be remembered in the history of magic as the person who named Quirrell's Curse Syndrome.

This is not the ending he wanted!

"I've been refining my plan every day for this month."

"I already have three best strategies, five middle strategies, and twelve worst strategies. All of them lead to the Philosopher's Stone."

"Master, let's do it quickly, or maybe during Christmas?!"

Voldemort shook his head and spoke to himself.

"Not on Christmas Day."

Quirrell was stunned for a moment and became more anxious.

"But there are fewer people on campus during Christmas, as many students and professors will be away."

"I heard that Dumbledore won't be celebrating the festival at school this year. This is a perfect opportunity."

"Master, how can we miss this opportunity?"

Voldemort said as a matter of course.

"It's Christmas, so of course I have to prepare a Christmas gift for Rhine first."

"Oh, I shouldn't have been mining in the Forbidden Forest. Now the mines are almost all gone, and we have no money left. What should we do?"

"What should I get Rhine for Christmas?"

"How about going to Gringotts and robbing some money?"

Voldemort fell into deep thought.

Quirrell fell into despair.

Damn, how did I end up with such a master?!

At this moment, a line of handwriting appeared on the letter paper on Voldemort's desk.

"I love dragon skins. If I could receive a few freshly peeled dragon skins as gifts for Christmas, it would definitely be the most unforgettable Christmas gift I've ever received."

"Ah, but will anyone deliver it to me? That's difficult, right? That's too much to ask."

"Would a wizard powerful enough to slay a dragon give such a precious gift to a weak little wizard like me?"

A charming aura emerged with the handwriting.

Voldemort seemed to see himself in a trance. On his first Christmas at Hogwarts, the other Slytherin wizards received many exquisite gifts, many of which were jewels and extremely luxurious.

Although he was disdainful, it would be a lie to say that he didn't have a trace of desire in his heart.

Part of my later desire for treasures of special value also started from here.

But even with so many treasures, it was difficult to fill the envy, jealousy and vague inferiority I felt at that time.

Now, under the influence of the charm, Voldemort almost completely regarded Rhine as his former self.

Even Dumbledore admitted that the only person Voldemort cherished in this world was himself!

At this moment, flames burst out of Voldemort's eyes.

"Qiluo, pack up, we are ready to start."

Qi Luo's eyes instantly filled with tears.

"Owner?"

"Merlin, you finally listened to advice for once."

"Do it, now, right now!"

Voldemort nodded with satisfaction.

"Then pack your luggage quickly."

Quirrell froze again.

"luggage……"

"Where?"

Voldemort tightened his grip on his wand.

“Romania.”

"Go slay the dragon!"

……

Lines of words appeared on Rhine's system light screen.

[Due to the backlash of the peach blossom miasma from before, coupled with the collapse of his own Dao heart and the incarnation of Duobao Taoist, his inner demons are rampant, and he actually mistook you for his former self.]

The New Year is approaching in Yuxu Palace. It is cold in Kunlun Mountain, and even immortals and gods can feel the chill.

To protect you from the cold and ensure a good first year in Yuxu Palace, Taoist Duobao has traveled to the west to hunt monsters and obtain their skins to make armor for you.

[Host, please note that Duobao Taoist is a quasi-saint after all. Even if his Dao heart collapses and his inner demons are rampant, he will eventually recover.]

[When I think of what happened today, my hatred for the host will surpass the level of endless rebellion and rise to the level of genocide! ]

Rhine glanced at it, a smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

I just asked for the dragon skin, and Voldemort is already ready to leave?

This is a very, very efficient work!

As for the system's final prompt, Rhine had gradually sensed it.

Over the past month, Rhine has used his charm on Voldemort almost every other day.

The charm from the ancient times is so domineering that even a weak person can unexpectedly charm a strong person.

Not to mention that Rhine is definitely far superior to Voldemort at this moment. If it were someone else, their mind would probably be permanently changed under the charm and they would become Rhine's slave.

But Voldemort's soul was twisted and broken to the extreme, which greatly reduced the effectiveness of the charm on him, and his resistance was constantly growing stronger.

If the request made by Rhine did not have any fundamental impact on Voldemort's own safety, and only asked him to help collect resources, Voldemort would not have put up such a fierce resistance.

Otherwise, if Rhine let Voldemort reveal the location of the Horcrux, or let Voldemort leave Quirrell's body directly and give up the hope of making a comeback, Voldemort himself would probably wake up from the influence of the charm in the face of life and death crisis.

Even so, it shouldn't be too long before Voldemort fully wakes up.

It is conceivable that when Voldemort regains consciousness and recalls this memory, his hatred for Rhine will be so great that it will never be washed away!

But Rhine didn't care about it.

Now, Voldemort's threat to him is minimal.

Once the dragon skin is obtained and the flag of the Great Zhoutian Star Array is refined, let alone one Voldemort, even if there are ten or twenty of them together, unless Voldemort can break through the limit of wizards, they will all be crushed to dust once the flag is rolled up!

Rather than worrying about Voldemort's increasingly crazy hatred in the future, Rhine was more concerned about another thing at the moment.

"Christmas is here. This holiday is the most important. Even the Dursleys, who disliked Harry so much in the book, had to send him a gift on this day."

"If you give good gifts, maybe you can continue to grow your relationship."

Just as Rhine was walking in the corridor, thinking about what gifts to give to the people he knew for Christmas.

Neville's voice rang in Rhine's ears.

Rhine was stunned for a moment.

"Neville?"

"Is there a problem?"

Neville's eyes showed anticipation, and he stuttered a little.

"Well, Rhine, I was wondering if you'd be free over Christmas."

"Grandma wrote to me and told me that she really wants my friends to come visit the Longbottom family if you don't plan to go home."

"Especially you, grandma really wants to thank you in person for your help."

Neville took a deep breath and spoke again.

"Also, if you don't mind, could you come with me to St. Mungo's Hospital?"

Neville's eyes were sparkling with tears.

"I...I really want my parents to hear that I've made friends and that I'm having a great time at Hogwarts."

"I don't know if they can really hear it, but what if..."

"Of course, if you're busy, then..."

Rhine paused, a complex look in his eyes.

Although Neville's parents are still alive, they were driven crazy by the Cruciatus Curse and had to stay in St. Mungo's Hospital for the rest of their lives.

The reason why Neville was so clumsy and forgetful in his early years was because he witnessed the cruel scene of his parents being tortured by the Cruciatus Curse when he was a child. So for his sake, the Longbottom family had to use the Forgetfulness Curse to erase his memory.

But the memory was so deep that when the forgetfulness spell erased it, it also made Neville so clumsy.

It wasn't until late in the original novel that Neville showed his late bloomer qualities.

It can be said that, in a sense, Neville's life experience is even more miserable than Harry's.

After all, in the original book, Harry had seen his parents in the Pensieve, and he had seen his parents' souls several times in the wand flashback, the Resurrection Stone, etc., had conversations with them, and heard them call his name.

But Nawei never had such an opportunity.

At this moment, Rhine's sight suddenly fell on the system light screen.

I have a talent that I haven't used very often since I got it.

[The Mystery of Medicine]!
This talent enables Rhine to have a unique talent in curing diseases and saving lives.

But since he got it, Rhine has had little chance to use it.

After all, he himself was rarely injured, and Harry, Hermione and the others were not seriously injured either. At most, they suffered some injuries while playing the game, which could be healed by using healing spells alone. Rhine didn't need to worry about it anymore.

But the situation of Nawei's parents is obviously beyond the scope of healing magic in the magical world.

But what if Rhine uses the Medicine Dao Tongxuan?
Rhine's eyes sparkled.

“Maybe, there is hope.”

(End of this chapter)