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

Chapter 192: A Transformation of Mysterious Skills! Can I Say Something Now?
Feeling the changes in the Eight-Nine Profound Art, Rhine's face immediately lit up.

Today is truly a double blessing!

You should know that the Eight-Nine Profound Art has a total of nine turns. After each turn, the physical body and the many transformation techniques will become more powerful and exquisite.

Legend has it that if one can achieve the ninth level of the mysterious art, he or she will be comparable to the ancient witch in the primeval times, and will also possess many of the transformation methods of the demon clan, which can be said to be all-powerful.

However, as far as Rhine knew, there were also powerful people in the ancient times who practiced the Eight-Nine Profound Arts, such as Yuan Hong and Yang Jian, the leaders of the Seven Monsters of Meishan.

But they are still far from reaching the level of the ninth level of Xuan Gong.

Yuan Hong died in the calamity of Conferred Gods. Even though he had an extraordinary background, he could only appear on the Conferred Gods List, and his future path was cut off.

Even if Yang Jian becomes a saint in the future and becomes famous, the gap between him and the ninth level is probably incalculable.

Therefore, the Nine Turns of the Mysterious Art can only be said to be the ideal level of the Eight or Nine Mysterious Art, and no one can achieve it in reality.

But Rhine is still far from that mysterious level. Let alone the ninth level, even the first level of the mysterious skill would make him overjoyed.

It is because after this mysterious skill is transformed, not only the physical body will grow rapidly and the protective ability will be greatly improved, but it will also add the wonderful advantage of immortality of flesh and blood.

Even if your head is cut off, a new one will grow back in a moment!

As for other broken limbs and shattered internal organs, that is not a problem at all. The ability to survive has skyrocketed!

At this moment, Rhine also put aside all distractions and devoted all his energy to practicing the Eight-Nine Profound Art.

With the help of the Clairvoyant Eye and the talent for understanding the profound arts, Rhine's comprehension is outstanding among his peers in the prehistoric world.

Soon, he opened his mouth and let out a clear whistle, and the blood and energy in his body rushed up to the sky, and a golden light covered the sun and the moon.

The first turn of the Eight-Nine Profound Art was accomplished!

The next moment, Rhine suddenly felt an unparalleled force rising from his limbs and bones, and his already extraordinary body became even stronger.

And the golden light that came from the attainment of the Vajra Body was now beginning to merge with Rhine's body, giving him a real feeling of being a golden body of a god or Buddha!
Rhine's eyes showed surprise and realization.

"The path of the Eight-Nine Profound Arts is the way to achieve sainthood in the flesh."

"Achieving the Vajra Body is one of the fruits of achieving sainthood in the flesh. Now it seems like you're confusing cause and effect."

But soon, Rhine stopped paying attention to these details.

No matter what, becoming stronger is the most important thing!
At this moment, his physical body soared, and golden light merged with it, as if it were a golden body of a god or Buddha. Rhine suddenly felt that no disaster seemed to be to be feared, as it could be blocked by this golden body.

In this way, coupled with the protection of the Qingyun Purple Gold Crown, even when facing the evil things hidden deep in the magic world, it can be said to be foolproof.

Ordinary crazy aura can no longer break through Rhine's physical defense, let alone cause pollution.

"and……"

Rhine took a deep breath, and suddenly his fingers turned into a sword, slashing towards his arm.

Then he saw a golden arm being cut off, but Rhine just took the broken arm and connected it to the wound, and in an instant it was as good as new.

Even if Rhine doesn't reattach the severed arm, a new arm will grow immediately in just a few seconds.

Even the head can be like this!
And Rhine didn't feel any loss.

Even if his arms were cut off dozens of times, his recovery speed would not slow down much.

This kind of vitality is much stronger than any magical animal known to the magical world.

At this moment, an idea suddenly emerged in Rhine's mind.

"The Killing Curse is said to kill anyone who is struck by it. When I first entered Hogwarts, I was quite afraid of this curse."

"Even if I had achieved the Vajra Body by then, with my meager cultivation, a single Life-Calling Curse would have severely damaged me."

"But how different is my strength now than it was then?"

"Perhaps we can try the power of the Killing Curse."

A thought flashed through his mind, and Rhine did not hesitate. He turned the staff and chanted a terrifying spell at himself.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The next moment, a dazzling green light roared out and hit Rhine himself.

But as the Eight-Nine Profound Art began to operate on its own, a layer of golden light emerged, and the green light was dissipated in an instant, without even scratching Rhine's skin.

Rhine breathed a sigh of relief, not surprised by this.

"The Killing Curse is called a curse, but it is just magic in the wizarding world after all."

"The Eight-Nine Profound Art is a profound art that can roam freely throughout the vast wilderness, rendering countless immortals and gods powerless and undying. If one achieves even the slightest accomplishment, how can the Life-Calling Curse be of any use to him?"

And after a slight sense, Rhine discovered that his lifespan seemed to have no end after the transformation of the mysterious skill.

I'm afraid living for tens of thousands of years would be a piece of cake!

He couldn't help but sigh.

"With one transformation of the profound skill, one can behead without dying, treat the life-threatening curse as nothing, and live for over ten thousand years."

"Voldemort went to great lengths to create the Horcruxes, but even with all sorts of magical protection, the Horcruxes are still vulnerable to the passage of time. It's a good thing they can last a thousand years."

"As for his ability to stay alive... well, even though he claims to have an indestructible Horcrux and is himself immortal, a single Killing Curse backfired and he was reduced to such a miserable state."

"Once someone discovers the flaw in the Horcrux, a few young wizards who haven't even graduated yet will be able to take his life."

Rhine shook his head and made his own assessment of the Horcrux.

"Even dogs don't practice with Horcruxes."

Immediately, Rhine stepped out of the depths of the forbidden forest.

……

At noon that day, Rhine and the others followed Neville's invitation and came to the Longbottom family.

They were warmly received by Lady Augusta Longbottom, who was also Neville's grandmother and the current supporter of the Longbottom family.

After seeing Neville, Augusta's eyes were red and she gave him a warm hug.

This made Neville feel at a loss.

After all, in his memory, his grandmother had a very bad temper, and was particularly dissatisfied with his forgetfulness.

Even when she sent him to Hogwarts, her grandmother had never hugged him so warmly.

Augusta looked at Neville, his eyes filled with emotion.

“It’s like a dream.”

"Neville, you have no idea how many times I've worried that you'd fail at Hogwarts and that Dumbledore would send me a letter of expulsion."

"I've had nightmares about this several times. If that happens, I really don't know how I'll face Frank and Alice."

"Fortunately, you are a good person, and the tradition of the Longbottom family has not been wasted on you."

Immediately, Augusta looked at Rhine and the others, with a look of kindness in his eyes.

"You are Neville's friends, right? Merlin, I never thought Neville could invite so many friends."

"I heard everything from Neville. You helped him a lot."

"Especially Rhine. If it weren't for you, I, your grandson, would probably still be a punching bag."

Rhine shook his head.

"Neville already has outstanding talent. Even if I don't push him, he will definitely become a great wizard in the future."

"After all, he is the heir of the Longbottom family. There has never been a coward in the Longbottom family, right?" These words made Ms. Augusta smile even more, and she warmly entertained Rhine and others in the Longbottom family.

There is a wide variety of delicious food.

But Rhine noticed one thing: although the Longbottom family still retained ancient furnishings and various emblems of heritage, there were no house-elves at this time.

This table of dishes was all prepared by Ms. Augusta alone.

From this we can see that the Longbottom family is not having an easy time.

After all, not every pure-blood family is like the Malfoys, Blacks or Potters. At least the Potters once had a secret shampoo recipe and made a fortune from it.

The Longbottom family probably doesn't have such a profitable business. Add to that the medical expenses for Neville's parents over the years, and their lives must be a bit tight.

But Rhine would naturally not bring up such an embarrassing topic on a day like Christmas.

In a relaxed and happy atmosphere, they all finished the meal with full bellies and followed Neville to learn about the history of the Longbottom family.

In the evening, Lady Augusta sprinkled Floo powder in the fireplace.

As she watched the flames turn green, a lingering sadness surfaced in her eyes.

"Come on, Neville, and the kids."

"Frank and Alice will be very happy to know you are coming, they will definitely be."

A moment later, Rhine and the others followed Neville and Ms. Augusta, standing quietly in the ward, looking at Neville's parents lying unconscious on the bed.

Hermione's eyes were already red, and she was wiping her tears, trying her best not to cry out loud.

Ron felt a pang of sadness in his heart, and thought of his parents for no reason.

Fortunately, they are in good health, which is a blessing. Otherwise, Ron felt that if he and Neville were in each other's places, the sky would really fall.

As for Harry, his expression was also extremely complicated.

On the one hand, he was a little envious, at least Neville could see his parents and talk to them.

But on the other hand, he felt sympathy.

This must be a painful torture for Neville.

Harry hugged Neville tightly and patted his shoulder.

At this time, Ms. Augusta quietly walked out of the ward and came to the attending physician of Neville's parents.

"Doctor Richard, is there still no hope of waking up?"

The doctor named Richard sighed and shook his head slightly.

"You know, once the Cruciatus Curse's power enters the brain, it's almost impossible to heal."

"All St. Mungo's Hospital can do is prevent the situation from getting worse and alleviate some of their suffering."

"This alone requires extremely careful care every day, and requires a wizard proficient in the relevant magic to frequently cast spells."

"Ms. Augusta..."

He considered it for a moment.

"Would you like to renew your bed fee for another year?"

Ms. Augusta took a heavy breath and nodded.

"Ah."

Dr. Richard then hesitated for a moment.

"Actually, there's a new theoretical treatment that I haven't proven effective lately. I can't guarantee it will work, and even then, the chances of it being effective are slim."

"But maybe, there's a small chance that they can get better."

"But it's very expensive. You'll need to pay at least an extra thousand gold galleons."

"Ms. Augusta, I don't mean to make money from you. It's just that every year I see you bringing your grandson here, sigh..."

Ms. Augusta's eyes lit up, revealing a glimmer of hope.

"You mean, there's a little hope?"

"Give me some time, I'll go raise the money."

Dr. Richard sighed, with a look of regret on his face.

He really didn't want to tell the Longbottom family about such a treatment plan with little hope and high price.

But since he had said it, he now tried his best to introduce it.

"You can first listen to the principles of this treatment plan."

"This uses a newly formulated potion, borrowed from Wolfsbane Potion and other effective potions for suppressing madness. Perhaps it can be effective in this situation."

Just as Dr. Richard was introducing, a sigh was heard from the side.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but I have to interrupt now."

“This road won’t work.”

Ms. Augusta and Dr. Richard were both stunned for a moment, turned their heads to look to the side, and found that it was Rhine who spoke.

Dr. Richard frowned, looking a little angry.

"Child, are you still studying at Hogwarts?"

"Looking at your age, are you in the first or second grade?"

"Don't think that just because you've learned a little bit of potions and magic, you can dictate the treatment plans at St. Mungo's Hospital. This is not something you can casually comment on, understand?"

At this moment, just as Rhine was about to speak, words suddenly appeared on the system screen.

You are visiting Yaowang Sect with a friend. The Yaowang Sect's pharmacist is diagnosing your friend's family member.

You listened to the diagnosis and shook your head.

The Medicine King Sect's pharmacist frowned, calling out, "This is the Medicine King Sect, the foremost among all the sects in medicine. Who are you, and how can you be so pretentious?"

[System suggestion: As a true disciple of the Yuxu Palace of the Xianjiao Sect, and a guest of many Golden Immortals, the host is a promising offspring for the Xianjiao masters. Why should he waste his breath on a mere pharmacist from the Yaowang Sect?]

[I immediately rebuked him. How dare the small Medicine King Sect claim to be the best in the way of medicine? Where do I put my disciples, Jade Ding Zhenren and Daode Tianzun, in the Chan Sect? And how dare you mock Yuxu Zhenchuan? How outrageous!]

Rhine paused, looking strange.

It seems that I am really different now. When I encountered such things in the past, the system always suggested that I kneel down and admit my mistake immediately.

Are you so awesome now?

But Rhine naturally cannot be like the system.

Too arrogant. This is not Rhine's personality. He still likes to win people over with virtue.

Immediately, Rhine silently took out Ollivander's seal, Dumbledore's seal, Snape's seal and Nicolas Flamel's letter from his arms, and smiled gently.

"I am Mr. Ollivander's best friend and collaborator, a friend of Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, a partner of Dean Severus Snape, the Potions Master, and a pen pal of Alchemist Nicolas Flamel..."

"You can ask the master I mentioned above for confirmation. I think I have some knowledge of alchemy, potions, and medicine."

"Now, can I say a few words about the treatment plan you just mentioned, Dr. Richard?"

(End of this chapter)