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

Chapter 235 Is it destined to perish? If you can do it, then give it a try!
As he manipulated the chaotic space in his hands, Rhine's eyes revealed a look of satisfaction.

The benefits he gained from this seclusion to comprehend the Wuzhuang Temple formation are truly immeasurable.

The magic technique of controlling the world in the palm of one's hand that I just created is only the tip of the iceberg.

After all, the Dao of Space is too profound. Even with Zhen Yuanzi's explanation in the Wuzhuang Temple's great formation, the help of the Insightful Heavenly Eye, and the boost of enlightenment in a state of sudden awakening, Rhine's understanding of the Dao of Space in such a short time was only the tip of the iceberg.

It was already a stroke of luck that I was able to create this magic that allows me to control a world within my palm.

Using it against the enemy at present is not very practical and is still too far-fetched.

However, Rhine's understanding of the Five Elements was already quite profound. He possessed the talent of the Five Elements Reversal and Return to the Origin Sea, as well as the Wood-type Quasi-Saint talent of the Eternal Green Immortal. He also possessed two of the Five-Colored Divine Lights.

In the Five Elements theory, he was truly at ease.

The Five Elements are the foundation of countless supernatural powers and formations, so how could the Wuzhuang Temple formation be without them?

If he could even glimpse the basics of the Way of Space, one can only imagine how much his understanding of the Way of the Five Elements had improved!
Immediately, Rhine took a deep breath.

Above his left hand, a thick, earth-yellow divine light, as heavy as a mountain, shone forth, carrying a majestic and boundless power that seemed capable of suppressing everything.

It is the Earth Divine Light, which is the most powerful and suppressive among the Five-Colored Divine Lights.

Above his right hand was a divine light of grass-green color, resembling a lush forest, brimming with vitality and seemingly capable of making all things grow.

It is the Yi Wood Divine Light, which is the main healer and life-giving light among the five-colored divine lights.

Previously, when Rhine was able to control these two divine lights, he always felt that he was not quite satisfied.

Now, all those imperfections and obscurities have vanished.

The two divine lights could gather and disperse at will, completely under Rhine's control!

Its power has naturally increased compared to before.

With a thought from Rhine, the divine light of Earth and the divine light of Wood merged together, becoming one in a short time, transforming into a beam of orange-yellow divine light.

Rhine's eyes showed surprise.

"Indeed, since these five divine lights were derived from the five-colored divine light, they also have the potential to merge back into the five-colored divine light."

"The fusion of the divine light of Earth and the divine light of Wood, though far inferior to the five-colored divine light, is still much stronger than a single divine light."

"This power, even if it is not as great as the Fuxi Divine Heavenly Roar, is not far off!"

If Rhine were to face the projection of the Old One Dagon, who had previously forced him to use almost every means at his disposal, again, Rhine wouldn't even need to use the Zhou Tian Star Array Flag.

A beam of divine light was unleashed, enough to suppress this projection in the deep sea!

And this is all without the Wuzhuang Temple's grand formation.

If the Wuzhuang Temple Formation could be set up, Rhine's strength within the formation would be greatly enhanced, and the power it unleashed would be more than ten times stronger.
Even the "Palm of the World" spell, which currently has little practical value, can truly control the entire area covered by the array by utilizing the spatial principles that originate from the same source as the Wuzhuang Temple array!

At that time, no matter what tricks the old rulers played, as long as they didn't descend in their true form, Rhine was confident that he could suppress everything within the area covered by the Wuzhuang Temple's grand formation!
"Now that I have gained the understanding, it is time to set up this formation."

On a whim, Rhine immediately stepped out of the Room of Requirement.

……

Meanwhile, Voldemort, with Quirrell by his side, searched for the various materials he would need next.

He went straight into Turndown Lane and to the Boking-Bock store at the very end of the lane.

A deep intuition told him that he could get what he wanted here.

But as he stepped into the Borgin-Bock store, Quirrell suddenly shuddered for no apparent reason.

A fear, seemingly emanating from the depths of his blood, spread through his heart.

It was as if the instinct left by his ancestors in ancient times was warning him that there was something here that could devour all traces of him, an indescribable terror!
Quirrell said with a sense of panic.

"Master, is everything really alright here?"

Why do I have this creepy feeling?

Voldemort responded with an impatient "Yes."

"Quirk, are you scared out of your wits now?"

Where was my arrogant courage to once seek me out alone?

"This is just a shop, what could possibly have eaten your food here?"

Voldemort immediately went to the counter displaying many unknown dark magic items and looked at Borgin Burke, who was huddled inside with his head down.

A hint of nostalgia flashed in his eyes.

After graduating, instead of going to work for the Ministry of Magic as many people expected, he came to this store as a shop assistant.

It was here that he came into contact with some dark magic items that even Hogwarts didn't have.

His dark magic and transfiguration techniques reached new heights.

Not to mention that he also obtained treasures here that were worthy of being crafted into Horcruxes.

It's fair to say that this place really helped Voldemort a lot.

However, Voldemort was naturally unwilling to make Tom Riddle's history public, and after he officially rose to prominence in the wizarding world, he never visited Borgin Burke's again.

I never imagined that after so many years, I would have the chance to revisit this place.

A moment later, the nostalgic look in Voldemort's eyes disappeared.

He told Bokin-Bock, who kept his head down, what he needed.

"Everyone says you can buy anything in the world at Borgin-Bock, I hope you won't disappoint me."

After a long while, as Quirrell felt increasingly uneasy, Bokin-Bock spoke in an almost human tone.

“Oh, yes, sir, of course, Borgin-Bock Shop will meet all your needs.”

"I'll go get what you need right away."

Immediately, Borgin-Bock walked from the counter into the deeper warehouse in an odd, stiff manner.

The warehouse door was slammed shut.

But Quirrell felt that there was a strange whisper coming from inside, a sound he had never heard before that sent chills down his spine.

Furthermore, Bokin-Bock was doing something inside, and from time to time, there were sounds of vomiting, and even sounds like skin and flesh being torn apart.

Quirrell's voice trembled slightly in his mind.

"Master, master..."

Are you really sure there's nothing wrong with Borgin-Bock Store?

"Why does this place feel so eerie?"

Voldemort frowned.

"Strange? Is it?"

Quirrell said repeatedly.

"I've been hearing some strange noises here. It seems like there's something in that warehouse."

Voldemort, however, was unconcerned.

"This is a dark magic shop. Isn't it normal for it to have some forbidden items stored in the warehouse and cause a little commotion?"

“I wouldn’t be surprised if Borgin-Bock were keeping werewolves inside.”

"As for the noises you heard..."

Voldemort paused, then said matter-of-factly.

"Which dark wizard hasn't experienced auditory and visual hallucinations?"

"If you experience auditory and visual hallucinations, and hear terrifying noises, it means that you have finally begun to make your mark in the realm of black magic."

"You'll get used to it." Quirrell asked, sounding both surprised and uncertain.

Is this situation normal?

Perhaps it was because he was about to obtain the materials he needed, bringing him one step closer to the Philosopher's Stone he had always dreamed of, and also because he had nothing else to do, that Voldemort unusually patiently explained things to Quirrell.

"Of course, black magic is the power to distort the soul. When the soul is distorted, it is only natural that sensory abnormalities will occur."

"Some dark wizards, after delving into certain dark magic domains, will have their sense of taste distorted. They can't eat ordinary food, but they find human flesh delicious."

"There are also some powerful dark wizards who can see and hear strange and bizarre things. For example, some people claim that they can hear rats crawling inside the walls."

Voldemort then scoffed at this.

“Those dark wizards all met tragic ends, but if you ask me, it was because they were too weak. They were frightened by mere auditory hallucinations, visual hallucinations, and sensory distortions. What kind of dark wizards are they with such cowardice?”

“I’m different; I’ve never wavered no matter what I see.”

"I once saw a giant city buried at the bottom of the sea, from which came ancient murmurs. It asked me to go in and worship some thing whose name I couldn't understand. Humph, I cursed it out. I, Voldemort, will never worship any illusion."

"I also dreamed of a strange thing in yellow clothes in my hallucination. It was acting like a ghost in front of me. I cast a killing spell on it and it disappeared without a trace."

"What other strange things are there, ugly and repulsive, yet claiming to have given birth to countless offspring? I condemn them as vulgar and despicable. Is giving birth to countless offspring something to be proud of?"

"After I cursed all these hallucinations, these so-called auditory and visual hallucinations rarely appeared in front of me anymore. They knew that they could not shake me."

“Quirk, an illusion is an illusion, you need to be able to tell the difference.”

Quirrell felt a little more at ease after hearing Voldemort's voice.

Was it just auditory and visual hallucinations?
Yes, it's all an illusion, just an illusion.

At this point, the commotion inside the warehouse finally subsided.

Borgin-Bock pushed open the door and stiffly pulled out a large box, which was filled to the brim with bones covered in foul-smelling slime, teeth of unknown animals, some strange fur, and even tentacles that were still wriggling.

Upon seeing these things, Quirrell felt an inexplicable fear that nearly shattered his spirit.

But Voldemort remained unfazed.

After carefully examining these items, Voldemort nodded in satisfaction, thinking to himself with delight.

“That’s right, these are the things I need to build the alchemy array. I thought of these things while I was in deep sleep thinking.”

“At that time, I was also plagued by hallucinations, which told me that this was a gift from some great being.”

"I gave them a good dressing down. Bullshit! Did I, Voldemort, get to where I am today because of gifts? It's all thanks to my own hard work!"

"The alchemy array, I came up with it myself! These rare materials must be from some ancient book I read before, I just forgot them. This is all thanks to my amazing knowledge reserves!"

"See, the Borgin-Bock store does have these things after all."

"Hmph, you think a mere illusion can steal my credit? Dream on!"

Immediately, Voldemort tossed down a bulging bag, said "Keep looking," and quickly left with the box of materials.

After leaving the store, Quirrell felt a chill run down his spine.

He seemed to hear it again; the roar of an unknown entity emanating from the store sounded quite angry.

Voldemort quickened his pace at this point.

"Quirk, let's hurry up."

Quirrell felt a chill run down his spine.

"Master, you heard it too, that angry roar?"

Voldemort rolled his eyes.

"I've already told you, any sounds that don't exist in the magical world are just illusions."

Quirrell asked, puzzled.

"Then why did you tell me to walk faster, Master?"

Voldemort sneered.

"Of course, it's because the money bag we just saw didn't contain Galleons, but Bronze Nats."

“That old bastard Borgin-Bock, he thinks I don’t know. He has tons of junk in his warehouse, a lot of which he bought for dirt cheap.”

"How many coins did he spend on this basket of junk, with its furs and teeth? If it weren't for my erudite Lord Voldemort, these things would be rotting in his warehouse, utterly useless."

“Building an alchemy array requires quite a few precious materials, so we need to be careful with our money. Giving him a bag of copper nats to get his money's worth is a good deal for him.”

"Alright, alright, hurry up, or this old geezer will catch up and cause trouble."

At this moment, Bokin-Bock in the store calmed down.

Then, he suddenly shuddered, as if he had been jolted awake from a dream.

"Ok?"

"How did you manage to drift off to sleep just now?"

At this moment, Bokin-Bock looked at the scene in his store and stood there blankly.

His shop was gruesome and unimaginable.

Some of the marks looked like they had been soaked in seawater, a complete mess, covered in green slime, emitting a strong, fishy stench.

Other traces resembled pus and rotting flesh, the fleshy texture of which made Bokin-Bock's stomach churn.

But from these traces, Bokin-Bock could sense that whatever left them was angry!
"By Merlin, what on earth has happened?!"

……

At that moment, chaotic characters suddenly exploded on the system screen in front of Rhine.

[The Taoist Master Duobao, in disguise, intends to set up the Ten Deadly Formations, but he has already secretly received help from a sage.]

[The Ten Deadly Formations, imbued with the mandate of heaven, surge with calamity energy and possess terrifying ferocity; their power will be immeasurably greater than before.]

Furthermore, the power of a sage lurks within, ready to descend from the heavens at any moment.

The trajectory of the Investiture of the Gods calamity is changing.

The destiny of the Investiture of the Gods calamity is changing.

[Today's destiny is—]

[Jade Void shall be destroyed!]

[The host will be the first to bear the brunt!]

Rhine looked at the words on the system screen, then suddenly sneered and looked up at the sky.

Are the Great Old Ones still unwilling to give up?
Last time, they sent me the Harp of Hades, intending to use it to kill me.

Now they want to take advantage of Voldemort and Quirrell's actions to stir up some trouble.
Judging from this, the move is probably going to be quite big.

It's even possible that I'll see more than just a projection of an Old One this time.

It could be a collaboration between multiple Great Old Ones, projecting simultaneously!

Immediately, Rhein chuckled and whispered.

"Destiny? Jade Void is destined to perish, and I am the first to bear the brunt?"

"In other words, this time, the old order will obliterate both me and Hogwarts?"

A strange smile appeared on Rhine's lips.

"If you can do it, give it a try."

(End of this chapter)