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

Chapter 226 Mythical Revival, Overture to the Dead!
The image of Fuxi playing the divine celestial music appeared in Rhine's mind.

The greatest sound is silent; there is no echo in heaven and earth!
There were clearly no notes of ordinary music, yet they caused the Great Dao to tremble and the earth, fire, water, and wind to turn.

This sound has long surpassed human capabilities, and even exceeds the sounds of nature!
Rhine felt as if countless profound truths of music were unfolding before him.

In the blink of an eye, he had already entered a state of enlightenment, immersed in the understanding of Fuxi's divine heavenly sound.

……

Meanwhile, Quirrell, who had followed the old wizard back to his family, was also suppressing the nausea churning in his stomach and, under Voldemort's guidance, constantly flattering the wizard.

It must be said that Voldemort's ability to manipulate people's minds is incredibly powerful against the vast majority of people.

Before they knew it, he and Quirrell had figured out everything about the old wizard.

This guy really is the patriarch of a pure-blooded family!
Although it was not one of the Twenty-Eight Sacred Families, but rather a small pure-blooded family that came later, its heritage was still quite ancient.

In particular, the old wizard mentioned that he had a hidden treasure in his house, which was said to be far earlier than the founding of Hogwarts and was a product of the mythological era.

Upon hearing this, Quirrell and Voldemort's eyes lit up.

There are indeed many ancient items in the magical world, but it is already quite rare for something to have a history of thousands of years.

Of these, very few retain any practical value.

After all, the magic attached to an item will disappear over time.

Just like most invisibility cloaks, their invisibility effect will gradually fade.

To keep these ancient artifacts effective, they must either be maintained and their magic reinforced over generations.

Either it was an extremely precious item in that distant era, and the magic attached to it was powerful enough to withstand the passage of time.

These kinds of items are often extremely valuable.

This was only a millennium ago, the era of the four great masters of Hogwarts.

Those items that can be traced back to the mythical era are all rare treasures, with inestimable value.

Some of them even come with magic that we wouldn't even dare to imagine nowadays.

For example, the magical world once found a stone tablet that had been passed down from the mythical era, on which were recorded thirty-three magical runes.

The runes, believed to have been obtained by Odin in Norse mythology at the cost of one of his eyes, contain incredible magical mysteries.

From then on, a new discipline called Runes was created in the magical world!

The infamous Avada Kedavra curse was created by Voldemort from seven runes!

This gives a glimpse into the preciousness of artifacts from the mythological era.

The fact that this old wizarding family possessed such an ancient item truly delighted Quirrell and Voldemort.

Even if this thing is unlikely to contain valuable knowledge like the Runestones, its value is still extraordinary.

With this, they could exchange it for the alchemical items and potions they needed!

So Quirrell abandoned all sense of propriety, nestled against the old wizard like a little bird, and said in a coquettish tone.

"Honey, I didn't know your family was so powerful."

"Could I have the honor of seeing your family's treasure?"

Please, darling.

Under Quirrell's onslaught, the old wizard, though initially hesitant, quickly burst into smug laughter and gave Quirrell's buttocks a hard pinch.

"Since you want to see it, I'll take you to broaden your horizons."

"Hmph, let me show you what the true foundation of an ancient family is!"

Soon, the old wizard led Quirrell to a secret underground warehouse belonging to the family.

After lifting the invisibility cloak covering a corner of the warehouse, a dark light, deeper than the night, flowed before their eyes.

Quirrell stared at the items covered by the invisibility cloak, holding his breath and looking utterly shocked.

"This is……"

"harp?!"

What appeared before him was a rather large black harp.

The black body of the instrument is inlaid with gold patterns, and the strings still shimmer with a mysterious luster despite the passage of countless years.

It looks brand new.

The old wizard looked smug.

"How is it, pretty, isn't it?"

"Look at this exquisite instrument. I wonder how much refined gold and mithril it was made of. This ingenious craftsmanship would leave even a demon in awe. This is not a skill that should appear in the mortal world!"

"Not to mention those who have actually used it..."

He lowered his voice.

"According to generations of research in our family, we believe that this harp is very likely the one used by Hades in the mythological era, a harp containing the power of death."

"It will bring death to anyone who hears its music!"

Then, the old wizard's withered, chicken-claw-like fingers suddenly plucked the strings.

A dull sound was then emitted.

Quirrell was startled, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

The old wizard laughed heartily.

"scared?"

"Don't worry, our ancestors tried it many times, and no one could play music with it."

"Even if you invite the most talented musician, it will be the same."

"This harp has passed away with that mythical era, or rather, it has fallen into an eternal slumber."

"Otherwise, if our family takes it to perform in front of Dumbledore and Mystic, wouldn't we be the only ones who reign supreme in the wizarding world?"

Immediately, the old wizard looked at Quirrell and chuckled strangely.

"You wanted to see this treasure, and I've already shown it to you."

"Now I want to see your baby. Come on, let me see it again."

Quirrell felt a chill run down his spine, frowned, and dodged the old wizard's withered fingers that were reaching for his vitals.

The old wizard's face immediately darkened.

"What do you mean?"

Quirrell drew his wand, looking at him with disgust, yet simultaneously speaking as if to someone else.

"We've already seen the thing, so there's no point in keeping this disgusting thing, right?"

The old wizard felt a chill run down his spine and said warily.

"Who are you talking to?"

“I’m warning you, I’m a man of some standing. If you, a lowly stripper from a strip club, dare to do anything to me, you’ll be locked up in Azkaban for life…”

The next second, the old wizard saw Quirrell's expression become incredibly twisted and ferocious.

"threaten me?"

"A disgusting old wizard dares to threaten me, Quirrell?"

"Enough! Enough! What kind of life am I living?!"

The old wizard was startled.

"You, what are you going to do?"

"Calm down. Why don't you leave now? I won't tell the Aurors that you were taken to Azkaban. I'll pretend I never saw you tonight!"

Quirrell simply gave a sinister look.

"late."

Then, without hesitation, he recited the unforgivable curse to the old wizard.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

One after another, dazzling green lights shot out from the tip of Quirrell's wand, landing on the old wizard who was already a corpse, as if only in this way could Quirrell vent his anger and killing intent.

Even Voldemort didn't say anything at this moment, for fear of provoking Quirrell.

This guy has probably gone insane from all the things he's been through.

If we don't let him vent, he might go crazy.

Voldemort still needs him.

Finally, after a long while, Quirrell finally caught his breath and calmed the surging murderous intent in his heart.

His gaze fell upon the harp that was said to be from the mythical era and had been played by Hades.

At that very moment, it was as if the strings of the harp were being plucked by an invisible hand.

Grand, solemn, yet cold and lifeless notes burst forth from between the strings, converging into a deep sound.

"It's not time yet, who woke me up?"

Immediately, the strings clanged, suddenly becoming shrill and noisy.

"@##￥!"

"Did the great ruler choose me and command me to play the prelude to my return?"

"I will sweep away those ants who dare to obstruct the path of the rulers on their return."

"Who is Rhein Snow? I will end his life!"

……

at this time.

Rhine slowly opened his eyes, the scene of comprehending Fuxi's divine heavenly sound still flashing in his mind, as if the lingering sound was still ringing in his ears.

"Fuxi's divine voice resounds..."

"As expected of the top-level music and Dao divine power created by Fuxi, its power is probably the most outstanding among divine powers."

"If it were in Fuxi's hands, it could suppress countless innate great divine powers, which would be truly wonderful."

Such extraordinary abilities could not possibly be fully comprehended by Rhine in a short period of time.

Even with that sudden enlightenment just now, there's still a long way to go before truly mastering the basics.

“Fuxi listened to the sounds of the world and created music, thereby comprehending the divine sounds of Fuxi.”

"To cultivate this supernatural power, it is best to listen to more music, especially ancient tunes, which will greatly benefit your understanding of Fuxi's divine heavenly sound."

Previously, it would have been more difficult for Rhine to acquire such resources.

But now that we have Wanbaoge store, it's much more convenient.

With Wanbaoge's current reputation, collecting some ancient music would be quite easy. Furthermore, with the aid of the Insightful Heavenly Eye, Rhine's eyes gleamed.

It won't be long before we enter the realm of the Divine Echo of Fuxi.

At this moment, Rhine suddenly frowned, sensing something amiss.

"Ok?"

"Is someone talking about me behind my back again?"

"That killing intent is quite strong."

Rhine showed a hint of curiosity.

The one who could evoke even a slight feeling in him now is probably no ordinary person.

This feels like Voldemort and Quirrell are involved again?

What new tricks are these two up to now?

At the same time, a prompt from the system screen appeared in front of Rhine.

[The Taoist Duobao sent an avatar to search for treasure and obtained a sinister artifact in a secret place in the west. It was related to Rahu and exuded a murderous aura!]

[The host now possesses the Killing Sword Dao, and is in a relationship of contention with Luo Hou for the Dao; the enmity between them is irreconcilable.]

Although the saints cannot descend in person, their subtle arrangements have allowed the Rahu Treasure to fall into the hands of Daoist Duobao, making him an ally in their determination to kill you!

Rhine raised his eyebrows.

Demon Ancestor Rahu?

Although not yet a saint, he is only a step away from becoming one. He is incredibly ancient in the prehistoric world, far beyond the reach of ordinary quasi-saints.

Even those who shone brightly during the Investiture of the Gods, such as Zhao Gongming, Kong Xuan, and Lu Ya Daoren, were qualitatively different from Rahu.

This time, the system notification was actually Rahu's Treasure?
Could it be something left over from the mythological era?
Rhine's expression became more serious.

Wizards in the mythological era were truly as powerful as gods compared to wizards today.

Whether it's combat magic, or alchemy and potions, their abilities far surpass what the current magic world can achieve.

Compared to the past that is merely a projection, the resurrected products of the mythical era may be even more powerful, and Rhine must be cautious!

A moment later, a look of confusion appeared in Rhine's eyes.

For some reason, this time the old plans and the revival of the myth seemed to be about to do something big for him, but he didn't feel any sense of crisis coming.

On the contrary, the divine secrets in the divination told him that an opportunity had come!

Then, Rhine shook his head.

The secrets of fate have never lied to me when it comes to predicting talent. If it is said to be a matter of chance, then there must be a reason for it.

Furthermore, even though it is a product of the mythical era, it is almost impossible for Rhine, who has not yet revealed his ability to regenerate from a drop of blood, to pose a fatal threat.

Immediately, Rhine was not too nervous about this. Apart from spending some time on vigilance, he devoted the rest of his mind to comprehending the divine sound of Fuxi.

Whether it's a crisis or an opportunity, your own strength is the key to dealing with it!
The sooner you master the Fuxi Divine Heaven Echo, the sooner you will have another powerful technique!
……

In front of Hades' lyre.

Upon hearing the music it played, which was filled with murderous intent towards the Rhine, Quirrell and Voldemort both fell silent.

Although they didn't understand what was going on, the sudden revival of this product of the mythical era seemed to be aimed at the Rhine.
But isn't this too risky?

From the past to the present, the pattern they have concluded is that as long as you don't provoke Rhine, you generally won't be too unlucky.

But if you plot against Rhine, or even want to kill Rhine, the consequences are often unbearable for yourself.

This Hades Harp probably hasn't suffered from Rhine's evil ways yet, otherwise how could it dare to say something like ending Rhine's life?

Voldemort used to be determined to kill Rhine, but ever since he found himself suffering more and more losses for no reason, he has stopped talking about it now!
The strings of Hades' lyre were plucked again, producing a deep sound, the tone seemingly filled with surprise at Voldemort's presence.

"A wizard who has reached the pinnacle of mortal power?"

"And this soul, twisted and shattered to this extent..."

"To have achieved this level in an era of ancient slumber and the dissipation of myths is truly remarkable."

"The Great Rulers have given me a hint that someone will help me kill Rhine Snow. It seems it's you?"

Moments later, Voldemort took control of Quirrell's body, clearly wary of the Hades Harp, a product of the mythical era, and ready to unleash his full power at any moment.

"I have no idea what a ruler is."

"As for Rhine, I do wish him dead, but this little wizard is very strange, and he is not so easy to deal with."

"If you want to kill Rhine, I advise you to be careful."

Voldemort said in a deep voice.

"I just want to get the magic stone to restore my physical body and peak strength."

"If you can help me achieve my goal, then I will naturally be able to kill Rhine."

Hades' lyre emitted a disgruntled clang.

"Do you think I can't kill a mere minor wizard?"

“I come from the age of mythology. I have even seen the offspring of gods. At the age of eleven, even if you have the blood of gods flowing through your veins, you are not much stronger, let alone the era you live in.”

Voldemort shook his head.

"I told you, this little wizard is very strange."

"To be on the safe side, you can help me get the Philosopher's Stone first, and then we can discuss cooperating to kill Rhine."

The sound of Hades' lyre plucking its strings grew increasingly noisy, reflecting Voldemort's extreme dissatisfaction with his cautiousness.

"I really don't know what's so special about an eleven-year-old wizard!"

Voldemort also frowned deeply.

Damn it, we have things from the mythical era, but these things don't listen to us.

Instead of having this thing, it would be more convenient to get something else and sell it to buy alchemical items and potions!
While they were arguing, Quirrell timidly said something.

"Master, and also Lord Harp..."

How about we compromise?

“Lord Harp, tell us how you intend to kill Rhee Snow. If we think it’s feasible, we can discuss cooperation.”

"If this plan is too unreliable, then you should help your master get the magic stone first and restore his peak strength. That way, you'll have a better chance of completing your tasks as the ruler, right?"

Hades' lyre pondered for a moment, then plucked the strings and played a melody.

In an instant, Voldemort's expression tightened, and he set up protective magic around him.

He sensed a strong threat from the music of Hades' lyre.

Hades Harp said calmly.

"Don't worry, since you are the helpers chosen for me by the rulers, I won't go so far as to lay a hand on you for the sake of the mission."

"I just need to show you my strength."

"Look, this house is already shrouded in death."

Voldemort and Quirrell took a deep breath and walked up from the basement to the top.

What met the eye was utter silence.

The few remaining blood relatives of the old wizard in this family have silently turned into corpses.

Not only that, even the flying insects, rats, and plants in the house were now dead.

Even the portraits hanging on the wall stopped moving.

The moment the Hades lyre began to play its melody, the portraits were imbued with the meaning of "death"!
When they returned to the Harp of Hades, Voldemort's gaze turned more solemn.

The artifacts that have survived from the mythological era truly possess extraordinary magic.

This piece of music is practically a ranged killing curse?!

He took a deep breath and looked at the Harp of Hades, asking a question.

"How are you going to kill Rhee Snow?"

Hades Harp said it was only natural.

"All it takes is for him to play a piece of music that Rhein Snow hears, and his life will naturally come to an end."

"All you have to do is bring me closer to him."

Voldemort's eyes lit up.

It's a very simple plan, but the simpler the plan, the more effective it often is.

Given the power demonstrated by the Harp of Hades, Rhine could very well fall victim to it if caught off guard.

Perhaps, it really can work?!

"The only problem is how to get close enough so that the music can reach Rhine's ears."

"The range must be close enough."

Voldemort pondered this question.

Just then, as dawn broke, the latest issue of the Daily Prophet was delivered.

The notice published by Wanbaoge was displayed above with a prominent title.

"Starting today, Wanbaoge will offer a hefty reward for collecting all kinds of ancient music from the magical world, the older the better. If the music has magical effects, there will be an even greater reward..."

Voldemort paused for a moment when he saw the notice.

"Um?!"

He was immediately overjoyed.

"Isn't this just a coincidence?!"

Wanbaoge is definitely owned by Rhein.

The collection of music is probably also related to the Rhine.

Just as he was figuring out how to let Rhine hear the music of Hades' Harp, Rhine delivered himself right to his doorstep.
If the music of Hades' Harp is sent to Wanbaoge, Rhine will most likely be able to hear it.

The only problem is...

Voldemort looked at Hades' harp.

"Are you really sure your music can kill Rhine?"

Hades' lyre suddenly resonated, its sound filled with arrogance.

"My symphony is known as the Overture to the Dead, and it witnessed the Ragnarok!"

"Even ordinary gods would suffer irreversible damage or even death after hearing my music, let alone an eleven-year-old wizard?"

"Unless he possesses a melody more powerful than my Overture to the Dead, but is that even possible? Absolutely not!"

“Guaranteed to die!”

(End of this chapter)