People are in Hogwarts, What the hell is the flood system?

While Rhine and Voldemort were respectively in seclusion, one researching the great array of the Wuzhuang Temple, and the other slumbering to study Hogwarts' defensive magic, Hogwarts Castle finally welcomed a long-lost week of peace.

However, on this day, bursts of wild laughter erupted from a hidden corner of the Forbidden Forest.

"It's done!"

"I, Quirrell, have succeeded!"

"I truly am a genius!"

Clearly, the one laughing wildly was Quirrell.

After obtaining several powerful spells from Voldemort, including the Dark Arts Transformation spell, he, with his burning desire to become stronger, immediately began his research.

And he was indeed worthy of being a Ravenclaw alumnus, a genius wizard who excelled in all subjects of the O.W.L.s.

Coupled with his increasingly twisted soul, he was like a fish in water in the realm of dark magic.

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

Even the most dangerous Dark Arts Transformation spell was completed by Quirrell today.

He successfully performed a dark magic transformation on his own body!

Although it seemed like there was no change, and he still looked like an ordinary wizard.

In fact, the concentration of bloodline within Quirrell's body had increased significantly under the Dark Arts Transformation spell.

This also allowed his magic intensity to reach a level he had never dared to imagine before.

Quirrell gasped for breath, gradually calming down from the ecstasy of his soaring power.

At this moment, he even felt a little inflated.

"I, Quirrell, am no longer the same. Even if I encounter Rhine again, the outcome..."

A moment later, the image of Rhine violently beating Voldemort in the Forbidden Forest flashed through his mind, and the inflation in Quirrell's heart was immediately dispelled by more than half.

"Forget it, a monster like Rhine simply shouldn't 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 driven by his own desire to give Rhine a painful lesson, Quirrell narrowed his eyes.

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

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

"When the time comes, why not have her assassinate Rhine and give it a try?"

A malicious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Quirrell hurriedly returned to Hogwarts Castle.

Attacking Hermione Granger in the castle?

This thought only flashed through his mind for a moment before he rejected it.

Doing so would be too stupid, and the possibility of accidents was too great. Even if he delved deeper and deeper into the realm of dark magic, he wouldn't be so irrational.

Moreover, what was his identity?

Defense Against the Dark Arts professor!

With this identity, coupled with so many things happening at Hogwarts recently, wouldn't it be normal for him to offer to tutor some students individually?

Tutoring one-on-one in an empty classroom, even if he used the Imperius Curse or some curse magic, who would know?

This was the most reasonable way to tamper with someone Rhine cared about!

Thinking of this, Quirrell's smile became even more sinister.

Even his usually timid temperament had become eerie at this moment.

This was noticed by Harry during today's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

A look of suspicion appeared on his face, and he whispered to Ron and Hermione.

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

"Why does he seem to have a gloomy, not-a-good-person feeling?"

Ron hesitated a little.

"It seems..."

"There is a little bit?"

"But it's actually quite normal, right? Maybe it's just because he's in a bad mood today."

"Also, Professor Quirrell has been too unlucky recently."

Mentioning this, although Harry was still a little suspicious, he couldn't help but show a bit of sympathy.

This was true, Quirrell had been struck by lightning countless times this year alone.

And in the Quidditch match, he was inexplicably hit by Bludgers like crazy.

It was indeed too unlucky.

Hermione didn't think so much, but was concentrating on taking notes.

Now she had begun to learn the Immortal Cultivation method from Rhine, and Rhine had previously taught them the Celestial Master Arts obtained from Filch, allowing Harry, Hermione, and the others to use rituals to obtain far more magic power than they possessed in a short period of time.

In fact, in terms of strength, Hermione's strength obtained through Immortal Cultivation methods had long surpassed magic.

Not to mention the Defense Against the Dark Arts class for first-year students, the things taught in it were basically useless to Hermione.

However, Hermione's long-standing habit was to be absolutely focused in class and to get as many full marks as possible in all the exams she participated in.

Therefore, even though she had already begun to cultivate immortality, she hadn't missed a single magic course.

Fortunately, since she could feel the existence of spiritual energy, her physical strength and energy were much more vigorous, and she was still radiant even when fighting on two fronts.

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

Quirrell's mouth curved up, and he announced a piece of news.

"Students, because the school will soon hold an unprecedented Quidditch friendly match, many off-campus personnel will enter at that time."

"In order for you to better protect yourselves and avoid any accidents, I have decided to give you separate Defense Against the Dark Arts instruction after class starting today."

"Always remember that the knowledge learned in textbooks can only be used during exams, but if you want to use it in reality, you have to have special combat training."

Hearing Quirrell's words, the other little wizards' eyes lit up.

Compared to learning the boring knowledge in textbooks, they were certainly more interested in actual combat.

Quirrell's proposal really hit the spot with what they were interested in.

The little wizards, who should have been eager to leave after the school bell rang, were now looking at Quirrell with longing.

A hidden look of triumph appeared in Quirrell's eyes.

He was also a little wizard from Hogwarts, how could he not understand the interests of first-year little wizards?

Especially these Gryffindors, they were even easier to understand, they would definitely be interested.

Then he would take this opportunity to choose Hermione Granger to start with, and no one would suspect anything.

Immediately, Quirrell took out a sign-up sheet.

"Okay, students who want to be tutored privately can sign on this, and I, the professor, will arrange a time for you separately."

"But the professor's time is limited, so there aren't many people who can participate in this, so those who are interested have to seize the opportunity."

As he spoke, Quirrell walked around the classroom with the sign-up sheet, and finally stopped next to Hermione as if nothing was wrong, placing the sign-up sheet on Hermione's table.

"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 people behind you."

According to Quirrell's understanding of Hermione during this period, this little witch was simply a Ravenclaw who was mistakenly sorted into Gryffindor.

How could she refuse this kind of thing?

And what about Harry and Ron beside Hermione?

When have the Gryffindor little wizards ever refused a chance for practical combat?

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

After pondering for a moment, Hermione decisively passed the signature sheet to Ron and Harry beside her.

They also seemed very uninterested and passed it on to the back.

On the contrary, the little wizards in the back scrambled to sign their names.

Quirrell was stunned.

What?

Why did the plan seem to be going a little differently?

Why didn't Hermione Granger sign?!

Are you a fake bookworm?!

In fact, Hermione also felt a little regretful. She was not resistant to this kind of practical combat teaching.

But now she has to do homework and cultivate immortality. Although her body can handle it, there are only twenty-four hours in a day, and there is really no time for practical combat teaching.

As for Harry and Ron, if they hadn't been exposed to cultivating immortality, they might have been very interested in this.

But now, their interest is very little.

With this effort, it is better to absorb a little more spiritual energy. That taste is much better.

What's more, they still have Filch chasing after them.

Thinking of the hard work they had witnessed Filch putting into his cultivation, both of them felt a sense of urgency.

They were the first to start cultivating immortality with Leien and were younger than Filch. It would be too embarrassing if they were surpassed by Filch.

Therefore, they respectfully declined Quirrell's practical combat teaching.

Soon, looking at the full registration form he had taken back, Quirrell was not happy at all.

Hermione's name was not on it!

But soon, Quirrell squeezed out a smile.

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

"Since this is the case, as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, how can I let you be sad and disappointed?"

Immediately, he tore up the registration form in his hand.

"There is no need for this kind of registration form."

"I announce that everyone can receive my private tutoring, starting from today."

"Oh, right, this year your Defense Against the Dark Arts grades will also have a practical combat score assessment, so if you want to get a good grade, you have to practice hard."

"Of course, if someone's performance in private tutoring can satisfy me, I can directly give him a perfect score for the final exam, and he doesn't even have to attend Defense Against the Dark Arts class for the rest of this semester."

As soon as these words came out, Hermione suddenly raised her head.

Harry and Ron's eyes also lit up.

Quirrell keenly captured this point, and a smile also appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Miss Granger, you are the most outstanding student in theoretical grades in the classroom, so let me test your practical combat ability today."

This time, Hermione nodded.

After class, she came to an empty classroom alone with Quirrell.

Quirrell rubbed his palms, his expression quite excited.

So far, everything has been very smooth.

Then next, as long as he uses the Imperius Curse or other means that can be controlled by himself on Hermione Granger in the practical combat, then it's done!

Is this difficult?

Even the previous himself could easily deal with a first-year little wizard other than Leien Snow.

What's more, he has become stronger now!

Quirrell couldn't wait to start.

Hermione sighed in her heart.

Professor Quirrell is really a good professor. His teaching enthusiasm is too high.

If she remembers correctly, it seems that this situation cannot be considered overtime, and there is no overtime pay.

Also, Professor Quirrell has been injured many times before, and it is estimated that he has not received much of the normal class fee.

Thinking of this, Hermione felt a little sympathetic and made up her mind.

She must not accidentally injure Professor Quirrell again later.

Of course, with her strength, even if it has increased greatly after cultivating immortality, it is difficult to hurt Professor Quirrell.

But the fire crab, Hoo Hoo, is not necessarily the case.

This was left by Leien to protect her. If Hoo Hoo thinks that Quirrell may threaten her, then the power is really hard to say.

Therefore, before starting, Hermione quickly said.

"Professor, please be careful later and don't use magic that is too powerful."

"Also…"

She pointed to the fire crab, Hoo Hoo, pendant hanging on her neck.

"If you see my pendant light up, you must dodge immediately."

As soon as these words came out, Quirrell agreed on the surface, but in fact, he sneered in his heart.

It seems that this little witch, Hermione Granger, is very afraid of being injured.

Afraid that he will use magic that is too powerful?

But unfortunately, what he is going to use on her is magic at the level of the Unforgivable Curses!

Does such a little wizard know the name of the Unforgivable Curses, know Azkaban?

If she knows, she will probably be scared silly.

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

After discovering that it was not an alchemical item at all, but just a lifelike miniature version of a fire crab, he didn't care at all.

Just an ornament, at most it may be attached with some insignificant protective magic.

Not to mention a fire crab pendant, what about a real fire crab?

It's just a plaything of noble wizards, not scary at all.

Hermione Granger cares so much about this pendant, does that mean this may be a gift from Leien?

Heh, this further strengthened Quirrell's idea of attacking Hermione.

He wants Leien to feel what is pain!

"Okay, don't worry, Miss Granger, I have a sense of proportion."

"You can go first."

Quirrell showed a gentlemanly and polite expression, signaling Hermione to go first.

Hermione repeated the question.

"Professor, you said that if the performance satisfies you, it will be a perfect score, and you don't even have to attend the classes behind, right?"

Quirrell grinned.

"Yes, if you can do it."

Hermione nodded, a gleam of light appearing in her eyes.

She really needs this promise too much.

There is not enough time now, not enough time!

The next moment, Hermione shouted softly, stepping on the seven stars and walking the Gang Dou.

At the same time, in the small bag with the Undetectable Extension Charm, the Celestial Master Robe that Leien had re-refined for her and Ron and Harry was put on, and the peach wood sword was also in hand.

"Professor, be careful."

Immediately, Hermione strung three Fire Talismans on the tip of the peach wood sword.

"Heaven and earth are infinite, Qiankun borrows the law."

"Celestial Master Magic —"

"The Fire God Opens the Way!"

The next moment, raging flames condensed, opening a path towards the front.

Looking at that appearance, it really has a bit of the style of the Fire God opening the way!

Quirrell looked blankly at this scene, with only one thought left in his mind.

Isn't she…

Isn't she a first-year little wizard?

Isn't she from a Mudblood background?

What the hell is the Fire God Opening the Way?!