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

Chapter 232 Quirrell: I'll fight Vulcan to clear the way? Really?!
While Rhine and Voldemort were in seclusion researching the Wuzhuang Temple Formation and in slumber studying Hogwarts' protective magic, Hogwarts Castle finally enjoyed a long-awaited week of peace.

But on this day, in a secluded corner of the Forbidden Forest, bursts of wild laughter erupted.

"It's done!"

"I, Quirrell, have succeeded!"

"I really am a genius!"

Clearly, the one laughing maniacally is Quirrell.

After obtaining several powerful spells, including the Dark Arts' Polymorph, from Voldemort, he, driven by an insatiable desire to become stronger, immediately began his research.

And he truly lived up to his reputation as a former Ravenclaw prodigy, a genius wizard who excelled in all subjects of the OWLS exams.

Furthermore, his increasingly twisted soul allows him to thrive in the realm of dark magic.

In just one week, Quirrell mastered all the dark magic spells Voldemort had given him.

Quirrell even completed the most risky black magic transformation spell today.

He successfully performed a dark magic transformation on his body!
Although he doesn't look any different, he still looks like an ordinary male wizard.

But in reality, Quirrell's bloodline concentration increased significantly under the dark magic transformation spell.

This also brought his magical power to a level he never dared to imagine before.

Quirrell gasped for breath, gradually calming down from the euphoria of his sudden surge in power.

At this moment, he was even a little arrogant.

"I, Quiro, am no longer the same as before. Even if I were to face Rhine again, the outcome would be..."

A moment later, the image of Rhine beating Voldemort in the Forbidden Forest flashed through Quirrell's mind, and Quirrell's arrogance immediately subsided.

"Forget it, a monster like Rhine shouldn't even exist in this era."

"Even the master can't do anything about him, let alone me."

"but……"

Thinking of the task Voldemort had given him, and also wanting to teach Rhine a painful lesson, Quirrell narrowed his eyes.

"Hermione Granger, let's start with you."

"With my current dark magic skills, I should be able to completely control this little witch using the Imperius Curse."

"How about we let her try to ambush Rhine then?"

With a malicious smile playing on his lips, Quirrell hurriedly returned to Hogwarts Castle.

Attack Hermione Granger in the castle?
The thought flashed through his mind for only a moment before he dismissed it.

That's incredibly stupid. The chances of something going wrong are too high. Even if he goes deeper and deeper into the realm of dark magic, he wouldn't be so irrational.

Moreover, what is his identity?
Defense Against the Dark Arts professor!

Given his status and the recent troubles at Hogwarts, isn't it perfectly normal for him to offer to give individual guidance to some students?

If I were to give a one-on-one instruction in an empty classroom, who would know if I used a Soul Reaper's Curse or some other curse magic?

This is the only reasonable way to sabotage someone Rhine cares about!
Thinking of this, Quirrell's smile became even more sinister.

Even his usually timid demeanor had become sinister at this moment.

Harry noticed this during today's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

A look of suspicion crossed his face as he whispered to Ron and Hermione.

"Don't you guys think Professor Quirrell is acting strangely today?"

"Why does he have this creepy, unsettling look that doesn't seem like a good person?"

Ron hesitated.

"like……"

"A little?"

"But it's actually quite normal, maybe it's just because I'm in a bad mood today."

"And Professor Quirrell has really had a lot of bad luck lately."

When this was mentioned, Harry, though still somewhat suspicious, couldn't help but show a hint of sympathy.

This is true. Professor Quirrell has been struck by lightning countless times this year alone.

In Quidditch matches, he was inexplicably and relentlessly attacked by the running ball.

That's really bad luck.

Hermione wasn't thinking about that much; she was focused on taking notes.

She has now begun learning the art of cultivation from Rhine, who previously taught them the Celestial Master Techniques they obtained from Filch, allowing Harry, Hermione, and the others to acquire magical power far exceeding their own abilities in a short period of time through rituals.

In terms of actual strength, Hermione's power, acquired through cultivation methods, has long surpassed that of magic.

Not to mention the Defense Against the Dark Arts course, which is designed for first-year students; the content taught there is basically useless to Hermione.

But Hermione has long cultivated the habit of being absolutely focused in class and trying to get full marks in all the exams she takes.

Therefore, even after she had begun cultivating immortality, she did not neglect her magic courses at all.

Fortunately, since she was able to sense the presence of spiritual energy, her physical strength and energy have become much stronger, and she is still full of energy even when fighting on two fronts.

Time passed by, and soon the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was coming to an end.

Quirrell's smile, however, was an announcement.

"Dear students, a Quidditch friendly match of unprecedented scale will be held at the school soon, and many people from outside the school will be coming."

"In order to help you better protect yourselves and prevent any accidents from happening, I have decided to start teaching you Defense Against the Dark Arts separately after class from today onwards."

"Always remember that the knowledge learned from textbooks can only be used during exams, but if you want it to be useful in real life, you need to do special practical training."

Upon hearing Quirrell's words, the eyes of the other young wizards lit up.

They are certainly more interested in practical application than in learning dry knowledge from textbooks.

Quirrell's suggestion really hit a nerve with them.

The young wizards, who should have been eager to leave as soon as the bell rang, were now looking at Quirrell with longing.

Quirrell's eyes revealed a hint of smugness.

He was also a young wizard from Hogwarts, so how could he not understand the interests of first-year wizards?
Especially the Gryffindors, they're even easier to understand, and they'll definitely be interested.

If I take this opportunity to strike first against Hermione Granger, no one will suspect anything.

Quirrell immediately produced a signed form.

"Alright, students who want private tutoring can sign here, and I will arrange a time for you individually."

"But the professor's time is limited, so there aren't many people who can participate. Those who are interested should seize the opportunity."

As they were talking, Quirrell strolled around the classroom with the autograph sheet in his hand, and finally stopped next to Hermione as if nothing was amiss, placing the autograph sheet on Hermione's desk.

"Pass it down one by one. Those who are interested can sign up, and those who are not interested can pass the form to the person behind them."

Based on Quirrell's understanding of Hermione over this period, the little witch is practically a Ravenclaw who was mistakenly assigned to Gryffindor.

How could anyone refuse something like this?
And Harry and Ron next to Hermione, need I say more?
When have the young wizards of Gryffindor ever refused a chance for real combat?

But the next moment, something happened that made Quirrell's expression freeze.

After a moment's thought, Hermione decisively passed the autograph sheet to Ron and Harry, who were standing next to her.

They also seemed uninterested, and the message was passed on to the next person.

Instead, the young wizards behind them eagerly signed their names.

Quirrell froze.

No?

The plan seems to be different now?

Why didn't Hermione Granger sign it?!
Are you a fake academic genius?
Hermione was actually a little disappointed, as she hadn't originally resisted this kind of practical training.

But now she has to do homework and cultivate immortality at the same time. Although her body can handle it, there are only 24 hours in a day, so there is really no time for practical teaching.

As for Harry and Ron, they might have been very interested in it before they got involved in cultivation. But now, they have very little interest.

Instead of wasting time on this, you should absorb more spiritual energy; that would feel much better.

What's more, Filch is chasing them from behind.

Thinking of the arduous training Filch had witnessed, both of them felt a sense of urgency.

They started cultivating immortality under the guidance of Rhine, and they are younger than Filch. It would be too embarrassing if Filch surpassed them.

Therefore, they politely declined Quirrell's practical training.

Soon, looking at the full stack of registration forms in his hand, Quirrell felt no joy at all.

Hermione and the others' names aren't on it!

But Quirrell quickly managed a smile.

"Okay, very good, everyone is very enthusiastic."

"In that case, as the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, how could I possibly let you down?"

Immediately, he tore the registration form in his hand to shreds.

"Registration forms are no longer needed."

“I hereby declare that everyone is now eligible to receive my private instruction, starting today.”

"Oh right, this year your Defense Against the Dark Arts course grades will also include a practical assessment, so those who want to get a good grade will have to practice hard."

"Of course, if someone's performance in private instruction satisfies me, I can give him a perfect score on the final exam, and he may even be exempt from taking the Defense Against the Dark Arts course next semester."

Upon hearing this, Hermione abruptly raised her head.

Harry and Ron's eyes lit up as well.

Quirrell keenly noticed this, and a smile crept onto his lips.

“Miss Granger, you are the student with the best theoretical grades in class, so let me test your practical skills today.”

This time, Hermione nodded.

After class, she and Quirrell went to an empty classroom alone.

Quirrell rubbed his hands together, looking quite excited.

So far, everything has been going very well.

So all I have to do next is use the Imperius Curse or any other means I can control on Hermione Granger in actual combat, and that's it!

Is this difficult?
Even for the person he used to be, dealing with any first-year wizard other than Rhine Snow would have been a piece of cake.

What's more, I've become even stronger now!

Quirrell couldn't wait to make his move.

Hermione, however, was filled with mixed emotions.

Professor Quirrell is such a great professor; his enthusiasm for teaching is incredible.

If she remembered correctly, this situation didn't seem to count as overtime, and there was no overtime pay.

Professor Quirrell has been injured many times before, so he probably won't receive much in tuition fees.

Thinking about this, Hermione felt a little sorry for her and made up her mind.

I must be careful not to accidentally hurt Professor Quirrell again.

Of course, even if his strength increased significantly after cultivating immortality, it would still be difficult for him to harm Professor Quirrell.

But that's not necessarily true for fire crabs.

This was left by Rhine to protect him; if Huhu thinks that Quirrell might threaten him, then the power is hard to say.

Therefore, Hermione hurriedly said before taking action.

"Professor, please be careful not to use magic that is too powerful later."

"besides……"

She pointed to the fiery crab pendant hanging around her neck.

"If you see my pendant light up, you'd better get out of the way immediately."

Quirrell outwardly agreed, but inwardly he was scoffing.

It seems that Hermione Granger, this little witch, is very afraid of getting hurt.

Are you afraid of using magic that is too powerful?

Unfortunately, the magic I was going to use on her was at the level of the Unforgivable Curse!
Does this little wizard know the name of the Unforgivable Curse, or even know Azkaban?

If they knew, they'd probably be terrified.

As for the fire crab pendant that Hermione emphasized, Quirrell only glanced at it.

Upon discovering that it was not an alchemical artifact at all, but merely a lifelike miniature version of a fire crab, he became dismissive of it.

It's just an ornament, at most it might come with some insignificant protective magic.

Let alone a fire crab pendant, even if it were a real fire crab, so what?
It was merely a plaything of noble wizards; there was nothing to fear about it.

Hermione Granger's interest in this pendant suggests it might be a gift from Rhine.

Ah, this only strengthened Quirrell's resolve to target Hermione.

He wanted to make Rhine feel what pain was!

"Alright, don't worry, Miss Granger, I know what I'm doing."

"You can go first."

Quirrell adopted a gentlemanly and polite expression, gesturing for Hermione to make the first move.

Hermione repeated the question.

"Professor, you said your performance satisfied you, so that's a perfect score, and you don't even need to attend the following classes, right?"

Quirrell grinned.

"Yes, if you can do it."

Hermione nodded, a glint in her eyes.

She desperately needs this promise.

There's not enough time, not enough time at all!

The next moment, Hermione gave a light rebuke, stepped on the Seven Stars, and began to walk in the Divine Strike formation.

At the same time, from the small bag that had been imbued with the Unseen Stretching Charm, Rhine put on the Celestial Master robes that she, Ron, and Harry had once again crafted, and the peach wood sword also came into her possession.

"Professor, be careful."

Immediately, three fire runes appeared on the tip of Hermione's peachwood sword.

"Heaven and earth are boundless, and the universe borrows their laws."

"Celestial Master's Method—"

"Vulcan clears the way!"

The next moment, raging flames coalesced, clearing a path forward.

Judging from his appearance, he really does have some of the air of the God of Fire clearing the way!

Quirrell stared blankly at the scene, with only one thought in his mind.

no……

Isn't he a first-year wizard?

Wasn't he born of the Mud Race?

What the heck is this, the God of Fire leading the way?!

(End of this chapter)