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

Chapter 225 The Wrath of the Past, Nothing More Than This! Fuxi's Divine Echo!

Quirrell stood bewildered in front of 102 Spider's End Alley, feeling as if he had made a mistake.

He hesitated.

"Master, are you sure this is the place?"

"Could it be that too much time has passed and the original No. 102 Spider's End Alley has moved away?"

But Voldemort simply said something.

"No mistake, this is the place."

This silenced Quirrell.

Voldemort's last resort was to have himself come to this strip club.

What the hell is this?!

But a moment later, Quirrell put his Ravenclaw brain to work and suddenly had a guess.

Wait a minute, a strip club for men and women? No decent person would come here, right?

That means this place is a good place to avoid the Aurors' sight.

And Dumbledore and his Order of the Phoenix members are even less likely to be here.

In other words, this place is very safe.

From this perspective, it's perfect for concealing a secret base!
Quirrell suddenly felt enlightened.

How could a place that Voldemort used as a last resort really be a strip club for effeminate men?
This must be a secret stronghold of Death Eaters, or some extremely ancient society!

Without hesitation, Quirrell revealed a knowing look on his face and stepped inside.

Inside was a group of smoky, disorganized club members, and on stage, someone was performing an offensive dance.

Quirrell only glanced at it, but he felt his stomach churning.

But this only strengthened his conviction.

That's right!

I'm sure I guessed right!
This kind of place, where even normal people can't stand, is the perfect location to hide certain mysterious organizations!
Perhaps among these people are ancient monsters who have lived for hundreds of years, or members of ancient societies hidden in history.

Perhaps Voldemort was once a member of this ancient society, but left the society later due to some conflicts!
Now, is it finally time for the sun to shine again?

Quirrell asked Voldemort in his mind.

"Master, what do I need to do?"

Voldemort's voice was somewhat strange.

"Do you see that person up there doing that disgusting dance?"

Quirrell nodded.

"of course."

Voldemort's voice was calm.

"very good."

"Now step down from the stage."

Quirrell took a deep breath, his heart pounding, and followed Voldemort's instructions to squeeze through the crowd and reach the stage.

"Master, and then what?"

"Voldemort said coldly."

"Jump onto the stage, knock down the dancer, and rip off his costume."

Quirrell was stunned for a moment.

What is this going to do?
Is it a special procedure to enter this secret organization?
Never mind, let's do it!

The next moment, amidst gasps from the crowd, Quirrell flipped onto the stage and swiftly cast a stun spell, knocking down the dancing wizard. Despite feeling nauseous, he quickly stripped off the wizard's costume.

Voldemort's voice unusually contained praise for him.

“Very good, Quirrell, very good.”

"Your qualifications exceed my expectations."

Quirrell clenched his fists, his eyes gleaming with excitement, before receiving Voldemort's next command.

"Wear this costume yourself."

"Twist your hips as I say, three circles to the left, three circles to the right. The force must be just right, and it should have a seductive feel."

“Yes, very good, Quirrell, you did much better than I expected.”

"You really are talented!"

Quirrell didn't understand the meaning behind these actions, but since Voldemort had said so, there must be some deeper meaning behind them.

Finally, under Voldemort's guidance, Quirrell's movements became increasingly flamboyant, and whistles and cheers rang out from the audience. Voldemort's final instructions were also being given.

"Take off your pants, take it out, and spin around."

“While spinning around, whistle at them and say—Big bird, spin around!”

Quirrell's face instantly turned blank.

No.

What the hell?
Are you speaking human language?
To do something like that in public?!
Voldemort spoke loudly in Quirrell's mind.

"Quirk, this is what must be done to achieve great things!"

"Think about how much you've already sacrificed for a greater good!"

Quirrell took a deep breath and gritted his teeth.

Could this be one of the conditions for joining this secret society?
To join the society, one must declare that they have abandoned all sense of shame and are solely focused on pursuing greater power and magic.
Okay, okay!!!
I, Quirrell, will also demonstrate my resolve today!

next moment--

"Big bird, turn around!"

Quirrell's actions were met with cheers in the club that nearly lifted the roof off.

One after another, gold Galleons and silver Sheikhs were thrown onto the stage.

Then, a thick money bag was thrown up.

An old wizard gave a sinister laugh.

He's mine now!

Quirrell smiled too.

Are these the members of the society?
Did I pass?
Were the members of the society just fighting over me, hoping that this talented and beautiful person could cooperate with them?

But then, he heard a shocking message from Voldemort.

"Great!"

"This old man is the patriarch of an ancient family; his family must have some good stuff!"

"Quirk, all your efforts have been worthwhile. Now all you need to do is please him, and you can get some valuable items out of his house. Then everything will be solved!"

Quirrell was stunned.

"???"

"what?"

"What did you say?!"

Voldemort's voice also carried a hint of confusion.

What do you want to ask?

Quirrell's face turned deathly pale. "Isn't this some ancient society, some secret stronghold?"

"Is this really a strip club for gay men and effeminate women?"

"What I just did wasn't an entry assessment, but rather a striptease to please these perverts?"

"Voldemort, you son of a bitch!"

"Don't you always control my body? If you're so good at it, why didn't you do it just now?"

Being scolded by Quirrell, Voldemort, unusually, felt a little guilty and stammered.

"Whether I instruct you to jump or you jump by yourself, it's not the same as whether you embarrass yourself or I embarrass myself."

"Alright, Quirrell, you've already jumped, so don't think about it too much."

"If you don't get what we want next, then you've really wasted your time jumping here!"

At this moment, Quirrell wanted to say something, but suddenly his eyes widened.

It turned out that the old male wizard had already taken him away.

As for the part to be pulled...

A sharp scream erupted in Quirrell's mind.

"Voldemort!!!"

"You just wait and see, if you don't give me a core position among the Death Eaters and kill everyone here, I'll tell everyone everything!!!"

……

Inside the Wanbao Pavilion.

Rhine's eyes showed a hint of fatigue, but his face showed a hint of joy.

The deduction of the divine cultivation method has finally been completed.

Although extremely rudimentary, it can indeed allow cultivators to absorb the power of the wishes of all living beings for their practice.

With sufficient willpower, the speed of cultivation will be extremely terrifying!
However, Rhine himself could not possibly cultivate this technique, and among those around him, Rhine had not yet found anyone suitable to cultivate the divine path.

After a moment's thought, Rhine raised his hand, and a statue with a blurred face appeared in the Wanbao Pavilion.

The statue seemed to emanate an invisible suction force, drawing in the collective will and power of all beings.

Rhine nodded slightly.

"For now, we will use this statue to absorb the wishes and aspirations of all beings."

“Once a suitable person is found for the divine way, this statue can be transformed into his likeness, and the wishes of all beings within it can be used for his purposes.”

"Even if it is never found, after absorbing a certain amount of the wishes of sentient beings, in a sense, this statue itself may even develop a spirit and become a deity!"

"Regardless, at least the power of these sentient beings' vows will not be wasted..."

Just as Rhine nodded in satisfaction, suddenly, after a long silence, faint, chaotic characters burst forth again on the system screen.

[You have gathered the will and power of all living beings, touched upon the divine path, and even harbored thoughts of becoming a god.]

This action interfered with the sage's plans, and the sages in the heavens were enraged!

Upon seeing this line of writing, Rhein's eyes suddenly lit up.

what?
The saints were enraged?
In other words, the Great Old Ones hiding behind the scenes of the magical world are enraged?

His face immediately lit up with anticipation.

Angry?

Good that you're angry!

Hurry, hurry, send another projection of the Great Old Ones!
Last time, Dagon's projection allowed me to obtain a drop of Dagon's blood, which is an excellent main ingredient for refining the Myriad Demon Golden Pill.

If we could obtain a few more drops of similar Old One blood, its efficacy would be extraordinary once the Myriad Demon Golden Core was refined.

Since Rhine's strength has increased significantly compared to last time, it wouldn't be a problem to have even more powerful projections of the Old Ones.

At this moment, Rhine already sensed that a sense of madness was beginning to emerge in the magical world.

It's somewhat similar to the feeling before the Dagon projection appeared.

Rhine licked his lips.

Come on, come on quickly!

"Come quick!"

"I haven't seen you all in so long!"

Just a moment later, as if they had thought of something, those frenzied auras suddenly began to recede, abandoning their plan to project their images.

Rhine froze, letting out an incredulous cry.

"what happened?"

"Great Great Old Ones, I'm a fan of yours, can't we meet?"

"Ah, your tentacles are so winding and graceful, your eyes are so bright and piercing, may I admire you a little longer!"

The louder Rhine shouted, the faster the frenzied aura subsided, disappearing from the magical world in the blink of an eye.

Rhein spat.

"Tsk, a bunch of cowards!"

He sneered.

If an ancient ruler were willing to pay a huge price to descend in his true form, even if it were only a part of him, he would be in a lot of trouble.

Even with extraordinary methods, the difference in strength is too great; one force can overcome all techniques.

At best, they can only try to escape from the Great Old Ones by relying on their ability to regenerate from blood.

But now, none of the Great Old Ones are even willing to descend in a projection.

This actually gave Rhine more time to develop.

At his speed, as time goes by, he will only develop to a level that even the Great Old Ones would find difficult to comprehend.

It can be said that every minute, every second, the so-called return of the ancient times is getting closer and closer, but instead, it is playing the triumphant song of the Rhine!

He shook his head.

"The anger of the past is nothing more than this."

But then, Rhine's gaze fell on the top-tier musical divine power on the system's light screen—Fuxi Divine Heaven Echo.

He had possessed this top-tier musical arts technique for some time now. Now that he had acquired the musical arts-related talent of "Suppressing the Clouds with Sound," and had also obtained Liu Xian's body before her transformation, he was capable of crafting a fine magical zither.

It's time to start studying this supernatural ability.

The next moment, Rhine's mind sank into this supernatural power.

An unimaginable, chaotic figure appeared in Rhine's field of vision.

The figure stood atop a colossal tree that stretched to the heavens and was so magnificent it was beyond imagination.

Rhein was suddenly shaken.

"This is……"

"Tongtian Jianmu?"

"Fuxi!?"

At this moment, the figure of Fuxi seemed to sense something and glanced in the direction of Rhine.

Then, he plucked the strings, the zither resounded.

The heavens and earth trembled!
Exactly—

Fuxi's divine voice resounds!
(End of this chapter)