I'm at Hogwarts, what the heck is this Primordial System?

Chapter 78 Your strength has increased, Senior, you didn't want that, did you? (14)

Voldemort, who had been sleeping soundly behind Quirrell's head, woke up with a grumpy mood.

"Quirk, I told you to go find a unicorn, what are you yelling about!"

"So what if it thunders? Do I have to comfort you?"

Quirrell shuddered, and just as he was about to speak, Voldemort frowned again.

"Wait a minute, Quirrell, how come you have time to change your hairstyle?"

"What kind of hairstyle is this? Why is it so frizzy?"

Quirrell reached up and touched his head, and sure enough, he felt that each strand of hair was standing on end.

He looked up at the sky and saw that the thunderclouds were becoming denser at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Lei Yun, who should have been aiming for the Golden Core, seemed to have lost its target and instead decided to vent its anger on the nearest person who deserved to be struck by lightning.

Ghosts and the like are already prone to being struck by lightning, let alone a two-faced person possessing a living person by a remnant soul!

In an instant, thunderclouds rolled in and lightning flashed, striking down towards the two-faced man.

Voldemort's eyes were bloodshot.

Every bit of his strength is so precious; it's all saved for crucial moments.

Now he's actually being struck by lightning?

Did you make a mistake!

There was nothing they could do; even with the defensive magic within Hogwarts' perimeter, they couldn't stop the lightning.

If he holds back any longer, how will Quirrell steal the Philosopher's Stone to restore his physical body after being chopped into a charred corpse?

Filled with resentment and rage, Voldemort brandished his wand and used all his strength to fend off the rolling lightning.

The cries of pain were drowned out by the booming thunder.

……

Meanwhile, Rhine, in the House of Requirement, finally experienced what it felt like to consume the Golden Elixir.

"That feels so good!"

"This feels so damn good!"

A Flying Tiger Pill at the Golden Core level is far more powerful than the effects described in the Flying Tiger Military Strategy.

Rhine felt a surge of intense heat coursing through his limbs and bones, rapidly nourishing his body.

The golden light of the Vajra Body, which is not dimmed, automatically appears on the body's surface and becomes even more intense and dazzling at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Rhine's heart stirred, and he then activated the simplified cultivation method recorded in the Flying Tiger Strategy.

Since the Flying Tiger Pill was created in conjunction with this method, activating this method while absorbing the medicinal power should bring even greater benefits.

As expected, with the operation of the method, Rhine absorbed the medicinal power of the Flying Tiger Pill even faster with each breath.

At the same time, streams of spiritual energy were released from the pill, making Rhine's eyes almost turn red.

Isn't this much better than relying on the wind and dew or the earth spirit to absorb spiritual energy through hard work?

Wuhu!

Cool!

A thought flashed through Rhein's mind.

This golden pill is enough for me to use the techniques in the Flying Tiger Strategy to condense my magical power foundation.

With magical power, one can unleash supernatural abilities and control magical artifacts.

Should we start learning now?

But after a moment's hesitation, Rhine decisively abandoned the plan.

"The Flying Tiger Strategy is merely a method of training troops; the cultivation methods are only an adjunct to it."

"Using it to increase the efficiency of spiritual energy acquisition is fine, but to use it as the foundation is too disgraceful for the disciples of the Chan Sect. It's simply self-destruction."

"At the very least, one must cultivate the Eight or Nine Arcane Arts to lay a solid foundation before having any chance of going far on the path of immortality."

"I'll use this spiritual energy to nourish my body and increase my magical power."

Immediately, Rhine guided this spiritual energy to continue nourishing her flesh and bones, and a small portion to enhance her magical power.

As the night passed, the blessing of the night spirits on Rhine slowly faded.

But when Rhine suddenly opened his eyes, the aura he exuded in that instant was even stronger than when he had received the blessing before.

Its body shimmered with golden light, almost tangible, and its flowing hair was a dazzling gold, exuding a sacred aura.

The immense force emanating from every movement caused the air to vibrate.

With just this physical body, Rhine could stand still and let wizards from the magical world attack him. Most wizards would be exhausted and still not be able to break through his defenses!

Rhine even had a strange feeling that the talent's ability to resist death had also changed.

His gaze fell on the system screen again.

The description of attaining the Vajra Body and remaining unperturbed has indeed undergone some subtle changes, from being able to withstand a death calamity every three years to being able to withstand a Kun year.

Rhine raised an eyebrow, already understanding something in his mind.

"This is the ability of those who achieve sainthood through physical means. Those who achieve sainthood through physical means are not easily involved in calamities, unless it is a great calamity like the Investiture of the Gods."

"But because my strength is too low, this talent could only withstand one death calamity in me every three years before."

"Now that I have consumed a Flying Tiger Golden Pill, my strength, especially my physical body, has greatly increased, and my ability to remain calm and unfazed after attaining the Vajra Body has also improved."

"If my physical body continues to grow like this, perhaps one day I will be able to achieve physical sainthood in this magical world!"

Besides the changes in her physical body, the intensity of Rhine's magic power, even after absorbing only a negligible portion of the spiritual energy from the Flying Tiger Golden Pill, has increased significantly compared to before.

Even without the Night Demon talent, his magical power was almost the same as that of the Night Demon, surpassing Harry's when he had the Voldemort fragment.

By this calculation, Rhine's magical prowess is already quite remarkable in the magical world.

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His spirits rose higher and higher.

There are two more Flying Tiger Golden Pills. Although the effects of taking the pills one after another will gradually weaken, these two pills will still be enough to significantly enhance my strength.

As for the remaining eighteen superior-grade Flying Tiger Pills, Rhine herself certainly wouldn't consume them, but these things would be an excellent tonic for any wizard in the magical world, and would also greatly benefit the magical creatures that Rhine planned to cultivate.

Rhine took a deep breath.

"This alchemy venture has truly been incredibly lucrative."

However, after checking the time, Rhine temporarily abandoned the urge to continue taking the pills and walked towards the outside of the Request-Free Room.

Looking at the rising sun outside the corridor window, Rhine stretched his limbs comfortably.

"Another day without staying up late, my sleep schedule is so healthy."

Turning around, Rhine planned to go to the auditorium for breakfast.

But when Rhine glanced at the windowsill at the end of the corridor out of the corner of his eye, he paused for a moment.

There was a figure sitting on the windowsill. The figure looked familiar; it seemed like I'd seen it somewhere before.

Then, Rhine remembered.

On the day of the school brawl, Slytherin prefect Gemma Farley was bound tightly by her own Transfiguration spell.

What is she doing there?

Just then, Gemma Farley, who was squatting on the windowsill, was applying small pearls while swinging her white-stockinged legs that were sticking out from under her robe, and writing a letter with a worried expression.

"Father, Mother, I've messed things up! Slytherin will lose the House Cup because of me! I'm bringing shame to the Farley family! What should I do...?"

A moment later, Gemma forcefully crossed out that paragraph and rewrote it.

"Dear Father and Mother, I am doing well. You don't need to worry about my studies or life."

"I'm adapting well to being a prefect. I will strive to be like my grandfather, first being a good prefect, then becoming the student council president, and thereby entering politics to become the second Minister of Magic of our Farley family and revitalize our Farley family."

"Please stop sending me money, I have enough..."

After hesitating for a long time, Gemma added another sentence.

"It's more than enough. The rumors you've heard about me working at Hogsmeade to earn dresses and robes are just prefects setting an example for the younger students. Those rumors are fake news. How could I do anything that would damage the reputation of the Farri family?!"

"You shouldn't sell the family heirlooms anymore; that's not respectable. I, your daughter, am going to go into politics."

After carefully tucking the letter into the envelope, Gemma curled up on the windowsill, her knees slightly red, gazing absently at the view below, and couldn't help but sigh.

"If I could fall down and end my life without pain, I would feel quite happy."

"In an instant, all my worries and stress disappeared."

Rhine gazed at Gemma and sighed softly.

"Senior, you'd better sit tighter."

"If you fall, what kind of psychological trauma will it cause me, your junior?"

"And also, that might be the most unjustly killed prefect in Hogwarts history..."

"Senior, you don't want to be recorded in history, do you?"

Just to clarify, there's no intention to abandon this project. I'm just visiting relatives during the day and can't write anything, so I can only update at night for now.

The results are pretty good, and the author won't stop updating. I'll start writing now; there will be three more updates later. Thank you all for your support!

(End of this chapter)