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

Chapter 233 The Azure Dragon's Roar Pierces Through the Clouds! What does it mean to be immortal?!

Just as Quirrell was captivated by the name of the god of fire, a path carved by flames swept toward him.

At first glance, it does indeed resemble the legend of the God of Fire leading the way.

But Quirrell came to his senses.

"wrong!"

"This isn't a real Vulcan's path!"

Hermione, on the other hand, wore an expression that seemed perfectly natural.

This could not possibly be a real Vulcan clearing the way.

Whether it's magical power, willpower, Patronus Charm, or Transfiguration, Hermione is completely out of the running for Hephaestus.

But this did not stop her from following Rhine's example and taking a different approach.

By combining the Celestial Master's Method with the Fiery Talisman, he created his own Fire God's Way!
Although it is far from matching the power of the original, it is already a power that a first-year wizard cannot even imagine.

"Rhine, now I finally have a little bit of the power to protect myself, and I'm a little closer to you."

Just as the Vulcan swept in, Quirrell, who was almost frightened, became furious.

I almost got tricked by a little witch?!
He waved his wand, and a gleaming silver shield materialized in front of him.

Despite feeling the pressure, and with his shield glowing red from the spreading flames, Quirrell still managed to hold off Hermione's Hellfire.

At the same time, Quirrell's expression was cold.

“Ms. Granger, unexpected magic.”

"But since you're so good at playing with fire, you must know that dark wizards possess an extremely powerful form of dark magic called Fiendfire."

"Let me show you."

The next moment, Quirrell swung his wand again.

The pitch-black flames immediately spread out from in front of him, transforming into ferocious beasts that, despite Hermione's fire god clearing a path, spread and counterattacked.

Hermione's eyes showed a hint of amazement.

Just by facing the raging fire, she could feel the intense negative emotions emanating from it, and the strong impact made her face turn pale.

But soon, a determined look appeared in Hermione's eyes.

Fiery Blaze—this is something Rhine faced long ago.

At that time, all I could do was watch Rhine enter the fire alone, regretting my own incompetence.

This time, I will not back down.

She must prove that Hermione Granger has the ability to protect her friends even under the influence of dark magic!
Immediately, Hermione's robes billowed, she brandished her peachwood sword, and drew her wand with her left hand.

They brandished their staffs and swords together.

"Armor protection!"

A powerful barrier appeared, but it was not to block the Fiery Curse; instead, it formed an invisible channel in the air.

Like—the wind tunnel!
Then came the clear, melodious singing.

The three Wind Control Talismans were pierced simultaneously by the peach wood sword.

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

"Celestial Master's Method—"

"Wind!"

The next second, a fierce gale howled out, almost turning into a small tornado, and surged forward along the wind channel formed by the Ironclad Curse.

The Fire God's Path, which had been steadily retreating from the Fiery Curse, was engulfed by this raging wind. The wind fueled the fire, and the fire amplified the wind's power, causing the fire to surge rapidly and transform into a raging inferno. It even managed to launch a counterattack that nearly reached the position in front of Quirrell!

Quirrell's eyebrows smelled burnt, and his face felt the intense heat.

This made his gaze suddenly become even more ferocious.

Amidst the ferocity, there was even a hint of jealousy.

How could a first-grade witch possess such power?
If it's already like this now, what level will it reach in the future?
Why? !

She had once been Ravenclaw's most outstanding student, excelling in all subjects, and academically far superior to this little witch.

How much suffering did they endure to acquire power on their own?!
Quirrell growled and swung his wand violently.

Fiendfyre immediately launched a counterattack, easily annihilating the Hellfire Crowd that Hermione had just used to fight back.

After all, the gap between the two is still too large.

This time, it was Hermes' turn to feel the oncoming flames.

However, better than Qiluo, because the Celestial Master's Robe can block ordinary water and fire, as long as it is not directly burned by fierce fire, the heat wave will be greatly reduced.

Therefore, she wouldn't let her thick, lush hair get burned.

But Hermione was already starting to panic.

Does this seem to have gone beyond the scope of a private test?
"Professor Quirrell?"

"Shouldn't we stop?"

A hint of amusement flashed in Quirrell's eyes.

stop?

Does this little witch really think I'm going to tutor her in private?

However, this did not stop Quirrell from pretending to be a serious instructor.

"Stop?"

“Miss Granger, are you going to beg dark wizards like this every time you encounter one?”

"Have I ever told you that the essence of Defense Against the Dark Arts is a heart that dares to fight?"

"Is this your limit? Even if it is, why can't you break through it?"

"The professor believes in you. You can do it! You haven't reached your limit yet!"

Hermione paused, touched by Quirrell's words.

She suddenly realized that her previous idea that she no longer needed Professor Quirrell's guidance was too arrogant.

I still have so many shortcomings.

Indeed, have I truly reached my limit?

Why did I embark on this path, following Rhine to cultivate this power known as the Immortal Path?
Hermione slowly closed her eyes.

The image of Rhine repeatedly shielding her from view flashed through her mind.

"I must..."

"Help him this once."

"Catch up with him once."

A single-minded focus on the Dao, instantly illuminated!

The magical power within his body immediately became more integrated and interconnected.

The already scattered fire spirits stubbornly coalesced in front of him, resisting the impact of the fierce flames.

"Thank you, Professor Quirrell, I understand."

Hermione's whisper caused Quirrell's eyes to look blank.

No?

What do you unserstand?

Hermione's voice was incredibly firm.

"The professor pushed me to my absolute limit, surely to make me confront my own inner self, right?"

"Now I see it."

“Rhine has helped me so much. He has always been the goal I follow, but I also hope that one day I can be the one to take the lead and clear away the obstacles for Rhine.”

"Professor, thank you. I now know how to get a perfect score from you."

Quirrell's expression grew increasingly bewildered.

No, no?

What the hell are you talking about?
What Tao or the mind? That's too philosophical, I don't understand it!

Then, a fierce look appeared in his eyes, and he had completely given up pretending.

Now, when Hermione is at her most exhausted, let's use the Imperius Curse to completely control her!
He raised his wand, his expression fierce, about to utter an unforgivable curse.

Hermione saw Quirrell's expression reflected in her eyes, and a hint of emotion flashed across her face.

"Professor, are you playing the role of a vicious dark wizard, making me reveal my will and moral principles to see if I'll show any mercy?"

"I won't let you down."

"If this is what I need to face in practicing my way, then I will use all my strength and show no mercy to completely annihilate it!"

"In battle, one must be prepared to kill or be killed; if it is a struggle for the Dao, it is a matter of life and death."

"Please take a look at my perfect answer sheet!"

The next moment, Hermione gently lifted the fire crab, her expression resolute.

"Eliminate evil completely and sweep away all thorns."

"Hoo hoo, help me!"

The fire crab gazed at the churning flames and raging fire ahead, its eyes already gleaming with eager anticipation.

It has a very bad temper.

Now that Hermione is asking it for help, it's more than happy to oblige.

Immediately, a powerful flame began to brew within the Fire Crab's body.

It has been staying on Yuanhai Divine Peak these days. In addition to its fire power becoming incredibly strong, its control over fire is also now completely different from before.

There's nothing we can do about it; after all, there's that man-beating willow tree on Yuanhai Divine Peak practicing its sword every day.

Under its influence, it also tried to comprehend the surging primordial energy in the primordial sea and created its own ability to spew flames.

At the time, it even excitedly asked Rhine to give this move a name.

However, since its creation, it has not been used in actual combat yet, so this can be considered Fire Crab's first battle.

Since we're going to use all our strength, then let's go for it!

Then, flames surged within the Fire Crab's body, and in an instant, a spiral of flames, like the roar of a dragon, swept forward with incredible heat.

Whether it was Hermione's Vulcan's path or Quirrell's Fiery Blaze, both were engulfed and incinerated by the Fire Crab's whooshing breath.

The flames even pierced through the classroom, soaring into the sky and turning the clouds above Hogwarts Castle into a fiery spectacle!

This move was named by Rhine—

A roar from the azure dragon shatters the cloud barrier!

After using this move, the Fire Crab's face was full of pride and smugness.

See? Even we fire crabs have such an awesome day!

Hey, where's that fire dragon? Oh right, where's the Hungarian wood bee? Come over here and let's have a go!

Hermione was also shocked by the power of the fire crab's roar.

The next moment, she suddenly thought of something.

Professor Quirrell's test was a perfect analogy for a life-or-death struggle with an enemy.

The professor spared no effort in improving his students' practical skills, and his impersonation of a dark wizard was remarkably convincing.

But whoosh, that blow was so powerful! I hope the professor won't get hurt.

Hermione rushed over and saw Quirrell covered in scorch marks and billowing black smoke.

Hermione let out a cry of despair.

"professor?"

"Are you okay?!"

Startled by the commotion, Professor McGonagall rushed over.

Upon seeing this, her eyes widened.

"How is this going?"

Before Quirrell could even speak, Hermione said with a face full of self-reproach.

“It’s all my fault, Professor McGonagall.”

"Professor Quirrell wanted to improve our combat skills, so he gave us private guidance."

"To let us truly experience the cruelty of real combat, he even pretended to be a dark wizard, allowing us to fight him without any reservations, as if it were a life-or-death battle, and to unleash our full potential."

"And then, Professor Quirrell got injured..."

Upon hearing this, Professor McGonagall took a deep breath and looked at Quirrell with eyes full of respect and admiration.

"Professor Quirrell, you..."

"Well done!"

"Although this is your first year as a professor, your care and concern for your students truly makes me feel ashamed."

Then, she couldn't help but offer some advice.

"You have to control your own strength while also making the students give their all. It's too much of a burden for you, and the risks are too great. This injury is a warning."

"Professor Quirrell, how about we call a halt to this practical training for now?"

Quirrell snapped out of his daze and became anxious.

"Call it a halt?"

"No, we can't stop!"

“If this stops, Master’s mission… I mean, the teaching mission in my heart will not be completed.”

“Vice Principal, for the safety of the children in the future, and to give them some self-protection skills when facing danger, I, Qi Luo, am not afraid of hardship, fatigue, or injury.”

"If I bleed more normally, the children will bleed less when they are in danger."

"I, Quirrell, am wounded but have no regrets. Please don't stop me. This is my promise to the children!"

Professor McGonagall was deeply moved; she even took off her glasses, wiped away tears, and her voice choked with emotion.

“Professor Quirrell!” “Since you’ve put it this way, as the Vice-Headmaster of Hogwarts, I will definitely give you my full support.”

"The children will remember you as a good professor. And rest assured, Hogwarts will never forget the contributions of any selfless professor. Quirrell, you will receive the honor you deserve."

After giving Quirrell a long lecture, telling him to take care of his health and not to suffer any serious injury, Professor McGonagall left with tears in her eyes.

Hermione wiped away her tears and looked at Quirrell with concern.

"Professor, are you alright?"

"Please don't be angry with Huhu. After all, it's a fire crab, and it doesn't hold back when it attacks. I didn't expect the flames it spewed out to be so powerful."

Quirrell took a deep breath, looking at the fire crab pendant hanging around Hermione's neck, and felt a wave of dread.

That last burst of flame was much more powerful than the fire breath of a fire dragon. You're fucking calling this a fire crab?
Whose fire crabs are so amazing?
What did they eat to grow up like that?!

At that moment, Quirrell suddenly realized something.

I made a mistake; I made a mistake.

Given Rhine's personality, how could he not offer some protection to his friends?

If he can even make talismans, it's normal for him to make some unusual alchemical items.

This fire crab pendant looks like it.

But how many of these are there?
Hermione Granger could have one, probably because she was a minor witch with an ambiguous relationship with Rhine.

If it were someone else, it definitely wouldn't exist.

It was a truly unwise decision to set my sights on Hermione Granger first.

Fortunately, I've gotten over it now.

Hermione Granger is protected by her fire crab pendant, making her an unsuitable target for attack.

The most suitable candidate should be—

Ron Weasley!
He's close to Rhine, but she's not a girl, so his protection will definitely be much less.

At least there won't be any more fire crab pendants like that!
So, after gritting his teeth and giving Hermione a perfect score, Quirrell, still with bandages and burn potion on his hands, called Ron to the classroom the next day.

Ron had already heard Hermione say that Professor Quirrell's guidance was equivalent to a real life-or-death battle.

Professor Quirrell might even actually see himself as a dark wizard and use dark magic.

Everything is for their benefit, so that they can truly adapt to real combat!

Ron looked solemnly at Professor Quirrell, who was wrapped in bandages, with deep respect.

"Professor, I'm ready."

"I won't let your efforts go to waste; I'll give it my all!"

Quirrell was about to take out his wand when he suddenly paused.

"By the way, do you have that fire crab pendant?"

Ron shook his head.

"No, Professor, that was given to Hermione by Rhine. There's only one fire crab pendant."

Quirrell breathed a sigh of relief and revealed a sinister smile.

"Is that so?"

"That's fine, that's fine."

"Then, Ron, let's continue!"

"Yes, give it your all, your all!"

"Struggle!"

"Despair!"

"..."

"!!!"

"grass!"

"Where did this biting cabbage come from?"

"How the hell did you grow this biting cabbage?"

"This can even kill a fire dragon, is it a dragon-biting cabbage?"

"How can there be a whole group of these things?!"

After a long while, Professor McGonagall, who had arrived again, choked up when she saw Quirrell covered in teeth marks.

"Professor Quirrell?!"

Ron's face was also full of self-blame and guilt.

“It’s all my fault, Professor McGonagall.”

"Professor Quirrell was really like a dark wizard, spouting things like 'despair, struggle,' and I was terrified. I was really terrified, so I used the biting cabbage bracelet that Rhine gave me."

"Professor Quirrell's injuries are all my fault!"

Quirrell felt like he was about to vomit blood.

The bracelet didn't have a fire crab pendant, but it turned out to have a biting cabbage bracelet...

Nima!

Professor McGonagall looked at his face, which was turning pale and then flushed, and her expression was full of worry.

"Professor Quirrell, you seem to have lost a lot of blood?"

"Shouldn't we stop this kind of private coaching as soon as possible?"

Quirrell shook his head abruptly.

What a joke!
If I stop now, not only will I fail to complete the task Voldemort assigned me, but all the suffering I've endured these past few times will have been for nothing.
But it's okay, I understand now, I already understand!

I'm sure I'll succeed next time.

"Vice Principal Minerva, she did it all for the children..."

"I can still hold on!"

Quirrell gritted his teeth, stood up, and limped away under the tearful gazes of Professor McGonagall and Ron.

Day three.

Quirrell met Harley in the classroom.

His gaze first lingered on Harley's neck, then swept over her wrists a few times.

He even squatted down to check that Harley's thighs and ankles weren't hanging on anything strange before he breathed a sigh of relief.

No!

No pendants, no bracelets, no anklets. I even checked the area right up to my thighs, haha, nothing but black stockings!

Quirrell grinned again, his gaze toward Harley turning menacing.

"Come on, Harry Potter, the great savior, let me see what you're capable of and what makes you worthy of so much attention!"

Harley felt a chill run down her spine.

"coming!"

"Hermione and Ron both mentioned that Professor Quirrell's portrayal of a dark wizard was incredibly realistic. If they hadn't reminded me, I would have really thought that Professor Quirrell was a dark wizard."

"Professor... the sacrifices made to allow us to fight without restraint are too great."

We cannot let them down!

Immediately, a fierce battle broke out in the classroom.

This time, however, Quirrell didn't give Harley much of a chance, suppressing her from beginning to end and venting his anger and resentment.

"That's it? That's it? This is the savior?"

"Useless! A lucky one with a bit of luck!"

"I thought you were really capable even when you were a baby. Come to think of it, if you were really that amazing, how could your parents have died in front of you?"

"They died protecting you, Potter!"

"What's wrong? Your eyes are red? Are you angry? Are you planning to kill me? Come on, let's see if you can do it!"

"The soul leaves..."

"..."

"Oh my god, Liu the Man-Beating Girl has killed someone!!!"

After a while, Professor McGonagall, who was already prepared, rushed over and saw Quirrell, who was on the verge of death with more than a dozen bloody holes in his body pierced by sword energy.

She covered her mouth, truly terrified.

"Quirk!!!"

"I'll take you to the infirmary right away!"

Harry, standing to the side, was also completely distraught.

"it's me……"

"I couldn't control my emotions..."

"Professor Quirrell must have said those things to provoke me, to make me realize how important it is to control my emotions..."

There's one more thing Harry didn't say.

This time, provoked by Quirrell, his murderous intent surged, and the scar on his forehead almost went out of control again.

It was precisely because of that moment when he was on the verge of losing control that he summoned the Willow Tree, which severely injured Quirrell in the blink of an eye.

If he hadn't stopped him in time, Quirrell might already be a corpse.

This made Harry realize even more that he had to guard the scar on his forehead closely and never rely on any power from it!

……

Three full days have passed since Quirrell and Harley's showdown.

Quirrell is still lying in St. Mungo's Hospital.

Although she has woken up, she is still very weak.

Quirrell, however, still tried several times to drag his shaky body back to Hogwarts to continue his "teaching," his face full of obsession and stubbornness.

He is not reconciled!
How could such powerful dark magic, obtained with such great effort, be so easily defeated?
How come you can't even handle a bunch of junior wizards?
Qi Luo's Dao heart is about to collapse!

However, Quirrell's every attempt failed.

Professor McGonagall watched him almost every step of the way.

Today, Professor McGonagall received news from the Curses Department of St. Mungo's Hospital that nearly made her faint with grief.

"Professor Quirrell is actually suffering from some extremely strange curse that all the curse experts in Britain are powerless to cure, and it has even been named Quirrell's Curse Syndrome?"

"His life is like a candle flickering in the wind, he could die at any moment from the next outbreak of the curse?"

"Is this why Professor Quirrell was willing to suffer such great harm to stubbornly carry out this kind of practice for his students?"

"Before you die, will you use your last light to illuminate the young wizards?"

"Professor Quirrell... is amazing!!!"

"No, I must do something for Professor Quirrell before he leaves this world. His deeds should be passed down through generations in the wizarding world and become a role model for all future students and professors."

Immediately, Professor McGonagall, her face filled with determination, left St. Mungo's Hospital.

At that moment, Quirrell, who was still struggling to get up, suddenly felt Voldemort's consciousness awaken from a deep slumber.

"Owner?"

"Are you waking up?"

"You've already figured out a way to suppress Hogwarts' protective magic?"

Voldemort's tired but somewhat invigorated voice echoed in his mind.

“I have a clue, there’s no need to go into deep sleep anymore.”

"Hogwarts' supposedly unbreakable protective magic will soon be breached by me!"

Then, Voldemort asked Quirrell a question.

"How did your mission go during my slumber?"

"Did they cast Imperius on Rhine Snow's friends, or put any other curses on them?"

"Quirk, with your strength and the magic you learned from me, this should be no problem for you, right?"

But Voldemort soon sensed that something was wrong.

"no……"

Why are you so weak?

"Where are you? St. Mungo's Hospital?!"

"Huh? How did you manage to get yourself into St. Mungo's Hospital with such a simple mission?!"

Quirrell opened his mouth, about to explain, when Professor McGonagall walked into the ward with a look of excitement on her face.

"Professor Quirrell, I have good news for you."

"Your deeds brought tears to Headmaster Dumbledore's eyes. I, Professor Sprout, Professor Flitwick, Professor Severus, and Headmaster Dumbledore all agree that this year's Hogwarts Best Professor Award belongs to you."

"Not only that, Hogwarts will also establish an award named after you in the future—the Quirrell Prize."

"We will raise funds to promote this award throughout the magical world, so that it can be passed down from generation to generation."

"Professor Quirrell, your spirit will live on forever at Hogwarts, inspiring future generations and remaining immortal!"

Quirrell stood there, Voldemort's chilling voice echoing in his mind.

"???"

"Qirro?"

"I taught you dark magic so you could use it like this?!"

"Immortal?"

"Explain this to me! What the hell do you mean by 'immortal'?!"

(End of this chapter)