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

While Quirrell's mind was reeling from the name of 'Vulcan's Path,' a road paved with flames swept towards him.

At first glance, it really did have some semblance of Vulcan clearing the way.

But Quirrell quickly snapped out of it.

"No!"

"This isn't the real Vulcan's Path!"

Hermione, on the other hand, wore an expression of course.

Of course, it couldn't be the real Vulcan's Path.

Whether it was magical power, will, Patronus Charm, or Transfiguration, Hermione had not reached the standard to cast Vulcan's Path.

But that didn't stop her from imitating Leine and finding another way.

Using Celestial Master magic with Fiery Talismans to create her own Vulcan's Path!

Although the power was still far from the original, it was already an unimaginable force for a first-year wizard.

"Leine, now I finally have a little self-protection, a little closer to you."

Just as Vulcan's Path swept towards him, Quirrell, who had almost been frightened, became enraged.

He had almost been tricked by a little witch?!

With a wave of his wand, a shimmering silver shield materialized in front of him.

Despite feeling the pressure, and the shield being scorched red by the approaching flames, Quirrell still managed to hold off Hermione's Vulcan's Path.

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

"Miss Granger, unexpected magic."

"But since you play with fire so well, you must know that dark wizards have an extremely powerful dark magic called Fiendfyre."

"Let me show you."

The next moment, Quirrell waved his wand again.

Pitch-black Fiendfyre immediately spread out from in front of him, transforming into ferocious beasts, pushing back against Hermione's Vulcan's Path.

Hermione's eyes showed a hint of amazement.

Just facing the Fiendfyre, she could feel the strong negative emotions emanating from it, and the intense impact made her complexion pale.

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

Fiendfyre, this was something Leine had faced a long time ago.

At that time, she could only watch Leine enter the fire alone, regretting her own incompetence.

This time, she would never back down.

She wanted to prove that Hermione Granger had the ability to protect her friends under dark magic!

Immediately, Hermione's Taoist robe fluttered, the wooden sword in her hand danced, and her left hand drew out her wand.

Wand and sword wielded together.

"Protego!"

A powerful barrier appeared, but it was not to resist the Fiendfyre Curse, but to form invisible channels in the air.

Like—wind tunnels!

Then came a crisp chant.

Three Wind-Controlling Talismans were simultaneously pierced by the wooden sword.

"The universe is boundless, borrow the law of heaven and earth."

"Celestial Master Magic—"

"Wind Walk!"

In the next second, a fierce gust of wind howled out, almost turning into a small tornado, rushing forward along the wind tunnels formed by the Shield Charm.

Vulcan's Path, which had already been retreating in the face of the Fiendfyre Curse, was surged into by this gale, and the wind borrowed the power of the fire, and the fire aided the might of the wind, instantly soaring up, turning into a prairie fire, and even counterattacking to a position close to Quirrell!

Quirrell's eyebrows had already emitted a burnt smell, and his face also felt the scorching heat.

This made his eyes suddenly become a bit ferocious.

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

How could a first-year witch have such power?

If she was already like this now, what level would she reach in the future?

Why?!

He was once the most outstanding genius student in Ravenclaw, excellent in all subjects, and in terms of grades, he was even better than this little witch.

But how much hardship had he endured to gain power?!

Quirrell roared in a low voice and waved his wand fiercely.

The Fiendfyre Curse immediately began to counterattack, easily annihilating the Vulcan's Path that Hermione had just counterattacked.

After all, the gap between the two was still too great.

This time, it was Hermione's turn to feel the flames coming towards her.

But better than Quirrell, because the Celestial Master robe could isolate ordinary water and fire, as long as she was not directly burned by the Fiendfyre, most of the heat waves coming towards her would be weakened.

Therefore, she would not have her lush hair scorched.

But Hermione was already a little flustered.

This seemed to have exceeded the scope of private testing?

"Professor Quirrell?"

"Should we stop?"

A hint of playfulness flashed in Quirrell's eyes.

Stop?

Did this little witch really think he was going to teach her privately?

But this did not prevent Quirrell from pretending to be teaching seriously.

"Stop?"

"Miss Granger, are you going to beg black wizards like this in the future when you encounter them?"

"Have I not 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 the limit, why can't you break through the limit?"

"Professor believes in you, you can do it, you haven't reached your limit yet!"

Hermione paused, touched by Quirrell's words.

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

She still had too many shortcomings.

Indeed, had she really reached her limit?

Why did she embark on this path and follow Leine to practice this power called the Immortal Path?

Hermione slowly closed her eyes.

Leine's figure appeared in her mind, blocking in front of her time and time again.

"I must…"

"Help him once."

"Catch up with him once."

A Taoist heart, instantly enlightened!

The mana in her body immediately became more integrated.

The already scattered Vulcan's Path stubbornly condensed in front of her, resisting the impact of the Fiendfyre.

"Thank you, Professor Quirrell, I understand."

Hermione's whisper was transmitted, causing Quirrell's eyes to show a dazed look.

No?

What did you understand?

Hermione's voice was extremely firm.

"Professor, you are forcing me to the limit in order to make me face my own heart, right?"

"Now, I have seen it."

"Leine has helped me too much, he has always been the goal I followed, but I also hope that one day, I can walk in front and clear the thorns for Leine."

"Professor, thank you, I also know how to get full marks from you."

Quirrell's expression became more and more dazed.

No, no?

What the hell are you talking about?

What Tao or not, heart or not, it's too philosophical, I don't understand!

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

Take advantage of now, when Hermione's power is most exhausted, to completely control her with the Imperius Curse!

He raised his wand, his expression fierce, about to shout the Unforgivable Curse.

Hermione's eyes reflected Quirrell's expression, but a bit of emotion flashed through.

"Professor, are you playing the role of a vicious black wizard, letting me show my will and Taoist heart, to see if I will be soft-hearted?"

"I won't let you down."

"If this is what I need to face in order to practice my Tao, then I will use all my strength, without the slightest hesitation, to completely annihilate it!"

"Fighting requires the awareness of killing and being killed, and if it is a Taoist struggle, it is even more a matter of life and death."

"Please take a look, my full-mark answer sheet!"

The next moment, Hermione gently held up the fire crab Hu Hu, her expression firm.

"Root out evil, clear the thorns."

"Hu Hu, help me!"

The fire crab Hu Hu looked at the tumbling flames and Fiendfyre in front, its eyes already showing a eager look.

Its temper was very irritable.

Now that Hermione actively asked it to help, it couldn't ask for more.

Immediately, a powerful flame brewed within the fire crab Hu Hu's body.

These days, it had been staying in the Yuanhai Divine Peak, and besides its fire power becoming incomparably powerful, its control over the flames was also different from the past.

There's no helping it; who told the Whomping Willow on the Yuan Hai Divine Peak to practice its swordplay every day?

Under its influence, Hu Hu also learned to sense the surging Yuan Qi in the Yuan Hai, creating a fire-breathing ability.

At the time, it excitedly asked Rhine to name the move.

However, it hadn't been used in actual combat since its creation, so this could be considered Hu Hu's first battle.

Since it was going to use its full power, then bring it on!

Then, flames surged within Hu Hu's body, and in an instant, a spiral-shaped flame, like a dragon's roar, swept forward with incredible heat.

Whether it was Hermione's Fiendfyre or Quirrell's Fiendfyre, they were all engulfed and incinerated by the flames spewed out by Hu Hu.

This flame even pierced through the classroom, penetrated the clouds above, and dyed the clouds above Hogwarts Castle into a fiery sunset!

This move was named by Rhine as—

Azure Dragon's Roar Shatters the Cloudy Barrier!

After using this move, Hu Hu's face was full of pride and smugness.

See that? We fire crabs can also have such an awesome day.

That thing, what fire dragon, ah yes, Hungarian Horntail, where is it? Come over here quickly, let's compare notes!

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

But the next moment, she suddenly thought of something.

Professor Quirrell's test was a perfect match for the scene of fighting to the death with an enemy.

The professor was truly sparing no effort to improve the students' practical combat skills, acting as a Dark Wizard so realistically.

But Hu Hu's attack just now was too powerful; would the professor be okay?

Hermione hurried over and saw Quirrell, covered in scorch marks and emitting black smoke.

Hermione cried out in sorrow.

"Professor?"

"Are you alright?!"

At this time, Professor McGonagall, alarmed by the commotion here, also rushed over.

Seeing this scene, her eyes widened.

"What's going on here?"

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

"It's all my fault, Professor McGonagall."

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

"In order to make us truly feel the cruelty of actual combat, he even pretended to be a Dark Wizard, allowing us to fight him without any reservations, treating it as a battle to the death and unleashing all our potential."

"As a result, Professor Quirrell was injured…"

Professor McGonagall heard this and took a deep breath, her eyes full of respect and admiration as she looked at Quirrell.

"Professor Quirrell, you…"

"Well done!"

"Although you are a first-year professor, your love and care for the students truly makes me ashamed."

Then, she couldn't help but advise.

"You have to control your strength and let the students go all out; it's too hard on you, and the risk is too great for you. This injury is a warning."

"Professor Quirrell, why don't we call off this practical teaching for now?"

Quirrell came back to his senses and became anxious.

"Call it off?"

"No, we can't stop!"

"If it stops, the master's mission… I mean, my teaching mission will not be completed."

"Deputy Headmistress, for the safety of the children in the future, to give them some ability to protect themselves when facing danger, I, Quirrell, am not afraid of hardship, not afraid of fatigue, and even less afraid of injury."

"If I shed more blood in peacetime, the children will shed less blood when they encounter danger."

"I, Quirrell, have no regrets even if I am injured. Please don't stop me; this is my promise to the children!"

Professor McGonagall's expression was moved, and she even couldn't help but take off her glasses, wipe away her tears, and her voice was a little choked.

"Professor Quirrell!"

"You've already said so much, so as the Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts, I will definitely fully support you."

"The children will remember you as a good professor. Also, don't worry, Hogwarts will never forget the achievements of any selfless professor. Quirrell, you will get the honor you deserve."

After instructing Quirrell for a long time, telling him to be sure to take care of his body and not to suffer serious injuries, Professor McGonagall left with red eyes.

Hermione also wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and looked at Quirrell with concern.

"Professor, are you alright?"

"Please don't be angry with Hu Hu. After all, it's just a fire crab; it doesn't know how to control its strength when it attacks. I didn't expect it to breathe out such a powerful flame."

Quirrell took a deep breath, looked at the fire crab pendant hanging around Hermione's neck, and felt a burst of frustration in his heart.

The flame just now was much fiercer than the fire dragon's breath. You're telling me this is just a fire crab?

Whose fire crab is so awesome?

What did it eat to grow up?!

At this time, Quirrell suddenly understood something.

Miscalculation, I miscalculated.

With Rhine's personality, how could he not give his friends some protection?

He can even make things like talismans; it's normal for him to make some unusual alchemical items.

This fire crab pendant seems to be like that.

But how many of these things can there be?

Hermione Granger can have one, definitely because she is a little witch and her relationship with Rhine is ambiguous.

If it were someone else, they definitely wouldn't have it.

It was really an unwise decision to focus on Hermione Granger first.

But fortunately, I have now turned this corner.

Hermione Granger has the protection of the fire crab pendant and is not an ideal target.

The suitable candidate should be—

Ron Weasley!

His relationship with Rhine is relatively close, but he is not a girl, so his protection will definitely be much less.

At least there won't be things like fire crab pendants!

So, after gritting his teeth and giving Hermione a perfect score, the next day, Quirrell, still wearing bandages and applying burn healing potions, called Ron to the classroom.

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

Professor Quirrell would even really treat himself as a Dark Wizard and use Dark Magic.

Everything was to allow them to truly adapt to actual combat!

Ron looked solemn, looked at Professor Quirrell wrapped in bandages, and was full of respect.

"Professor, I'm ready."

"I won't let your efforts be in vain. I will use all my strength!"

Quirrell was just 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 Rhine's gift to Hermione. There is only one fire crab pendant."

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

"Is that so?"

"That's good, that's good."

"Then Ron, let's continue!"

"Yes, use all your strength, all your strength!"

"Struggle!"

"Despair!"

"…"

"!!!"

"Fuck!"

"Where did the Biting Cabbage come from?"

"How the hell did you plant the Biting Cabbage?"

"This thing can even bite a dragon to death. Is this Dragon-Biting Cabbage?"

"Why are there so many of these things?!"

After a while, Professor McGonagall, who had arrived again, looked at Quirrell, who had countless bite marks on his body, and choked up.

"Professor Quirrell?!"

Ron was also full of self-reproach and guilt.

"It's all my fault, Professor McGonagall."

"Professor Quirrell was really like a Dark Wizard, saying things like 'despair' and 'struggle'. I was so scared, I was really scared, so I used the Biting Cabbage bracelet Rhine gave me."

"It's all my fault that Professor Quirrell was injured like this!"

Quirrell felt the urge to vomit blood at this moment.

Bracelet, no fire crab pendant, but a Biting Cabbage bracelet…

Damn it!

Professor McGonagall, looking at his pale and ashen face, was filled with worry.

“Professor Quirrell, you seem to have lost too much blood?”

“Shouldn’t we call a stop to these private lessons?”

Quirrell shook his head violently.

What a joke!

If they were stopped, not only would he fail to complete the task assigned by Voldemort, but all the suffering he had endured these past few times would have been in vain?

But it didn't matter; he understood, he finally understood!

Next time, he would definitely succeed.

“Deputy Headmistress Minerva, it's all for the children…”

“I can still hold on!”

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

The third day.

Quirrell saw Harley in the classroom.

His gaze first roamed over Harley's neck, then swept around Harley's wrist a few times.

He even squatted down to check if Harley had any strange gadgets hanging on her thighs or ankles before finally breathing a sigh of relief.

Nothing!

No pendants, no bracelets, no anklets; he had even checked the area near the root of her thighs. Hahaha, there was nothing but black silk!

Quirrell grinned again, his gaze towards Harley becoming fierce.

“Come on, Harley Potter, the great savior, let me see how much skill you have, what qualifications you have to receive so much attention?!”

Harley's heart tightened.

“It's coming!”

“Hermione and Ron both mentioned that Professor Quirrell's acting as a dark wizard is incredibly realistic. If they hadn't reminded me, I really would have thought Professor Quirrell was a real dark wizard.”

“Professor… he's sacrificing so much to allow us to fight without reservations.”

“I can't let him down!”

Immediately, a fierce battle erupted in the classroom.

However, this time, Quirrell didn't give Harley much of a chance, suppressing her from beginning to end, venting the pent-up anger and rage in his heart.

“Is that all? Is that all? Is that all the savior is?”

“Waste! A lucky person with a bit of luck!”

“I thought you really had some skill as an infant. It seems that if you were really that powerful, how could your parents have died in front of you?”

“They died to protect you, Potter!”

“What, are your eyes red? Are you angry? Do you have murderous intent? Come on, let's see if you can do it!”

“Soul out…”

“…”

“Oh my god, the Whomping Willow is killing people!!!”

After a while, Professor McGonagall, who had been prepared, hurried over and saw Quirrell, who was riddled with sword wounds, with more than a dozen bloody holes in his body, on the verge of death.

She covered her mouth, truly frightened.

“Quirrell!!!”

“I'll take you to the hospital wing right away!”

Harry, standing aside, was also distraught.

“It was me…”

“I didn't control my emotions…”

“Professor Quirrell must have said those things to stimulate me, to make me realize how important it is to control my emotions…”

There was also something Harry didn't say.

This time, due to Quirrell's stimulation, the murderous intent in his heart surged, and the scar on his forehead almost went out of control again.

It was precisely because of that near-out-of-control moment that he summoned the Whomping Willow, instantly severely injuring Quirrell.

If he hadn't stopped it in time, perhaps Quirrell would already be a corpse.

This also made Harry realize even more that he must guard against the scar on his forehead and never rely on any power from it!

…

A full three days had passed since Quirrell's contest with Harley.

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

Although he had woken up, his body was still very weak.

But Quirrell still tried several times to drag his tottering body, his face full of fanaticism and stubbornness, wanting to return to Hogwarts to continue his “teaching.”

He was unwilling!

How could the powerful dark magic he had painstakingly obtained be so vulnerable?

How could he not even be able to deal with a group of little wizards?

Quirrell's dao heart was about to collapse!

Only, each time Quirrell acted, he did not succeed.

Professor McGonagall watched him almost every step of the way.

And today, Professor McGonagall received news from the Curse Department of St. Mungo's Hospital that almost made her faint from crying.

“Professor Quirrell is actually suffering from some extremely strange curse. No curse scholars in all of England can do anything about it, and they have even named it Quirrell Curse Syndrome?”

“His life is like a candle in the wind, and he could die at any time from the next outbreak of the curse?”

“Could this be the reason why Professor Quirrell insists on conducting such exercises for students, even at the cost of suffering so much damage?”

“Before he dies, he wants to use his last light to illuminate the little wizards?”

“Professor Quirrell… great!!!”

“No, I must do something for Professor Quirrell before he leaves this world. His deeds should be passed down through generations in the magical world and become an example of admiration for all future students and professors.”

Immediately, Professor McGonagall's face was full of determination as she left St. Mungo's Hospital.

At this time, Quirrell, who was still struggling to get up, suddenly felt Voldemort's consciousness awaken from deep sleep.

“Master?”

“Are you waking up?”

“Have you already thought of a way to suppress Hogwarts' protective magic?”

Voldemort's weary but somewhat excited voice sounded in his mind.

“I already have a clue and no longer need to go into deep sleep.”

“Hogwarts' so-called unbreakable protective magic will soon be broken by me!”

Then, Voldemort asked Quirrell.

“During the time I was asleep, how did your task go?”

“Did you cast the Imperius Curse or any curses on those friends of Rhine Snow?”

“Quirrell, with your strength, plus the magic you learned from me, you should have no problem with this, right?”

But soon, Voldemort sensed something was wrong.

“Wait…”

“Why are you so weak?”

“Where are you? St. Mungo's Hospital?!”

“Huh? Just this task, how did you manage to get yourself to St. Mungo's Hospital?!”

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

“Professor Quirrell, I have good news for you.”

“Your deeds have brought tears to Headmaster Dumbledore's eyes. I, Professor Sprout, Professor Flitwick, Professor Severus, and Headmaster Dumbledore have unanimously agreed that this year's Hogwarts Best Professor Award belongs to you.”

“Not only that, but Hogwarts will also establish an award named after you in the future—the Quirrell Award.”

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

“Professor Quirrell, your spirit will forever remain at Hogwarts, inspiring future generations and achieving immortality!”

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

“? ? ? ”

“Quirrell?”

“I taught you dark magic, is this how you're using it?!”

“Achieve immortality?”

“Explain to me, what the hell does—achieve immortality—mean?!”