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

Playing with this distorted space in his hand, satisfaction appeared in Rhine's eyes.

The benefits he gained from this seclusion to comprehend the Five Villages Formation were truly immeasurable.

The 'World in Hand' spell he just created was merely the tip of the iceberg.

After all, the Dao of Space was too profound; even with Zhenyuanzi's explanation within the Five Villages Formation, the aid of the Subtle Sky Eye, and the enlightenment boost during his epiphany, in such a short period, Rhine's understanding of the Dao of Space was only the surface of the surface.

It was already a stroke of luck to be able to create the 'World in Hand' spell.

Currently, using it against enemies was not very practical; it was still too forced.

But Rhine's understanding of the Dao of Five Elements was already quite high; he possessed the Five Elements Reversal Returning to Origin Sea talent and the Eternal Green Immortal, a quasi-Saint level wood element talent, already having two components of the Five-Colored Divine Light.

In the Dao of Five Elements, he was like a fish in water.

And the Five Elements were the foundation of foundations for countless divine abilities and formations; how could they be absent from the Five Villages Formation?

If he could glimpse the surface of the Dao of Space, one could imagine how much Rhine's understanding of the Dao of Five Elements had soared!

Immediately, Rhine took a deep breath.

On his left hand, a thick, earthy yellow divine light, heavy as mountains and earth, lit up, carrying majestic and vast power, seemingly capable of suppressing everything.

It was the Wutu Divine Light, the strongest in suppression and power among the Five-Colored Divine Lights.

And on his right hand was a lush, grassy green divine light like a dense forest, containing vibrant vitality, seemingly able to make all things grow.

It was the Yimu Divine Light, which primarily governs healing and endless life among the Five-Colored Divine Lights.

Previously, when Rhine controlled these two divine light abilities, although he could operate them, he always felt they were not quite satisfactory.

Now, all those imperfections and obscurities had vanished like smoke.

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

Their power, compared to before, had naturally risen significantly.

Moreover, with a thought from Rhine, the Wutu Divine Light and Yimu Divine Light actually merged, becoming one for a short time, transforming into an orange-yellow divine light.

Surprise appeared in Rhine's eyes.

"As expected, since these five divine lights originated from the Five-Colored Divine Light, there is naturally a possibility of them merging back into the Five-Colored Divine Light."

"The fusion of Wutu Divine Light and Yimu Divine Light, although far from the Five-Colored Divine Light, is much stronger than a single divine light."

"This power, even if not as strong as the Fuxi Divine Heaven Sound, is not far off!"

If Rhine were to face the projection of the Old One Dagon again, which had previously pushed him to use almost all his methods, Rhine wouldn't even need to use the Zhou Tian Star Dou Formation Banner.

A single divine light strike would be enough to suppress this projection into the deep sea!

And this was without the Five Villages Formation.

If he could set up the Five Villages Formation, Rhine's strength within the formation would be greatly enhanced, and the power unleashed would be more than ten times stronger?

Even the 'World in Hand' spell, which currently had little practical value, could, with the help of the Dao of Space originating from the same source as the Five Villages Formation, truly control everything covered by the formation!

By then, within the area covered by the Five Villages Formation, no matter what tricks the Old Ones played, as long as their true bodies didn't descend, Rhine was confident he could suppress everything!

"Now that the comprehension is complete, it's time to set up this formation."

With a thought, Rhine immediately walked out of the Room of Requirement.

...

At the same time, Voldemort, accompanied by Quirrell, was searching for the various materials he would need next.

He went directly to Knockturn Alley, to Borgin and Burkes shop at the deepest part of the alley.

A premonition told him that here, he would be able to get what he wanted.

However, as he walked into Borgin and Burkes shop, Quirrell suddenly shivered for no reason.

A fear that seemed to emanate from the depths of his bloodline spread through his heart.

It was like an instinct left by his ancient ancestors warning him that there was something here that could devour all traces of him, an unspeakable horror!

Quirrell said with panic in his heart.

"Master, is this place really okay?"

"Why do I feel so creepy?"

Voldemort said impatiently.

"Quirrell, have you been scared out of your wits now?"

"Where is the arrogant courage you once had to seek me out alone?"

"This is just a shop, what could possibly eat you?"

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

A hint of nostalgia flashed in his eyes.

After he graduated that year, instead of working at the Ministry of Magic as many expected, he came to this shop as an assistant.

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

His dark magic Transfiguration became increasingly masterful.

Not to mention that he also obtained treasures here that were worthy of Horcrux creation.

It could be said that this place had indeed helped Voldemort quite a bit.

However, Voldemort naturally didn't want to make the history of Tom Riddle public, so after he officially rose in the wizarding world, he never came back to Borgin and Burkes shop.

He didn't expect that after so many years, there would still be a day to revisit the old place.

After a moment, the nostalgia in Voldemort's eyes dissipated.

He told Borgin, who had his head down the whole time, what he needed.

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

After a while, as Quirrell's scalp grew increasingly numb, Borgin responded in a tone that was almost human.

"Oh, yes, sir, of course, Borgin and Burkes shop satisfies all needs."

"I'll go get the things you want right away."

Immediately, Borgin walked from the counter to the deeper warehouse with a strange, stiff posture.

The warehouse door was heavily shut.

But Quirrell always felt that strange whispers were coming from inside, a sound he had never heard before but which made his hair stand on end.

Also, Borgin didn't know what he was doing inside; occasionally, sounds of vomiting came out, and even sounds like tearing skin and flesh.

The voice in Quirrell's mind even trembled a little.

"Ma-Master..."

"Are you really sure Borgin and Burkes shop is okay?"

"Why does this place feel so evil to me?"

Voldemort frowned.

"Evil? Is it?"

Quirrell said repeatedly.

"I keep hearing some strange noises in here, there seems to be something in that warehouse."

Voldemort didn't take this seriously.

"This is a dark magic shop, isn't it normal for there to be some forbidden items stored in the warehouse and causing some commotion?"

"Even if Borgin was raising werewolves inside, I wouldn't find it strange."

"As for those noises you're hearing..."

Voldemort paused, then said as if it were obvious.

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

"Experiencing auditory and visual hallucinations, hearing some terrifying noises, that's just a sign that you're finally starting to make progress in the field of dark magic."

"You'll get used to it."

Quirrell, hearing this, asked with uncertainty.

"Is this kind of situation normal?"

Perhaps because he was about to get the materials he needed, getting closer to the Philosopher's Stone he longed for, and also because he was idle at the moment, Voldemort uncharacteristically patiently explained to Quirrell.

"Of course, dark magic is inherently a power that twists the soul. When the soul is twisted, it's only natural for sensory abnormalities to appear."

"For example, some dark wizards, after delving deep into certain dark magic fields, their sense of taste becomes distorted, they can't eat ordinary food, but human flesh tastes sweet to them."

"There are also some powerful dark wizards who see and hear bizarre things, for example, some claim they can constantly hear mice crawling inside the walls."

Then, Voldemort sneered at this.

"Those dark wizards all came to a bad end, but if you ask me, they were too weak. Mere auditory and visual hallucinations and sensory distortions scared them. What kind of dark wizard are they with such little courage?"

"I am different. I have never been shaken by anything I've seen."

"I once saw a giant city buried in the seabed, from which ancient whispers emanated, telling me to go in and worship something whose name I couldn't hear. Hmph, I cursed it severely. I, Voldemort, will never worship any illusion."

"Also, in a hallucination, I dreamed of a strange thing in yellow clothes, trying to play tricks in front of me. I sent a Killing Curse at it, and the thing disappeared without a trace."

"There were also some strange things, incredibly ugly, saying they had birthed countless descendants. I reprimanded it for being vulgar. Is birthing countless descendants something glorious?"

"After I cursed all these hallucinations, these so-called auditory and visual hallucinations rarely appeared before me again. They knew they couldn't shake me."

"Quirrell, a hallucination is just a hallucination, you need to distinguish clearly."

With Voldemort's words, Quirrell's heart settled down a little.

So it was auditory and visual hallucinations?

Right, hallucinations, they are all hallucinations.

At this moment, the noises inside the warehouse finally subsided.

Borgin pushed open the door and stiffly took out a large box, which was full of bones with foul-smelling mucus, teeth of unknown animals, some strange fur, and even still wriggling tentacles.

When he saw these things, the inexplicable fear that came from Quirrell's heart almost scared him to death.

But Voldemort's expression didn't change.

After carefully examining these things, Voldemort nodded with satisfaction and said with pleasant surprise in his mind.

"That's right, these are the things I need to build the alchemy formation. I thought of these things when I was sleeping and thinking."

"At that time, hallucinations also bothered me, telling me this was a gift from some great being."

"I cursed them severely again. Nonsense! Did I, Voldemort, get to where I am today by gifts? It was all my own effort!"

"The alchemy formation, I thought of it myself! As for these rare materials, they must have been from some ancient book I read before, I just forgot. This is all my amazing knowledge reserve, Voldemort's!"

"See? Borgin and Burkes shop really has these things."

"Hmph, mere hallucinations trying to steal my credit? Dream on!"

Immediately, Voldemort threw down a bulging bag, left with a "keep the change," and quickly left with the box of materials.

After leaving the shop, Quirrell felt his back crawl.

He seemed to hear it again, the roars of an unknown entity coming from the shop, seemingly quite angry.

Voldemort quickened his pace at this moment.

"Quirrell, let's walk faster."

Quirrell's heart tightened.

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

Voldemort rolled his eyes.

"I already told you, any sounds that don't exist in the wizarding world are hallucinations."

Quirrell then asked confusedly.

"Then Master, why are you telling me to walk faster?"

Voldemort let out a cold laugh.

"Of course, it's because that money bag just now didn't contain Galleons, but Knuts."

"That old Borgin, he thinks I don't know. There's a lot of junk stored in his warehouse, and many of them were bought at dirt cheap prices."

"Like this basket of junk, what fur, what teeth, how many coins could he have spent? If he hadn't met me, the knowledgeable and talented Lord Voldemort, these things would have been molding in his warehouse, where could they have been of any use?"

"Building the alchemy formation still requires quite a few precious materials, I need to save money. Giving him a bag of Knuts to get his capital back is already cheap enough for him."

"Alright, alright, walk faster, lest that old geezer catches up and causes trouble."

At this moment, Borgin in the shop calmed down.

Then, he suddenly shivered, as if waking up from a dream.

"Hmm?"

"How did I just fall asleep in a daze?"

At this moment, Borgin looked at the scene in his shop and stood there dumbfounded.

In his shop, there were disgusting and unimaginable traces left behind.

Some traces looked like they had been soaked in seawater, a complete mess, covered in green mucus, emitting a strong fishy smell.

There were also some traces that looked like pus, rotten flesh, and the like. That fleshy sensation made Borgin's stomach churn.

But from these traces, Borgin could feel that the things that left these traces were angry!

"Merlin's beard, what on earth happened?!"

...

At this moment, on the system light screen before Rhine, chaotic characters suddenly exploded.

[Duobao Daoist's avatar intends to set up the Ten Absolute Arrays, and has secretly received help from a Saint.]

[The Ten Absolute Arrays uphold the mandate of heaven, with surging calamity energy and fearsome power, their might will be vastly greater than their original power.]

[Furthermore, the power of a Saint lurks within, ready to descend from the Nine Heavens at any time.]

[The trend of the Investiture of the Gods Calamity is changing.]

[The mandate of heaven for the Investiture of the Gods Calamity is changing.]

[The current mandate of heaven is --]

[Jade Pure must be destroyed!]

[The Host bears the brunt!]

Rhine looked at the characters on the system light screen, suddenly let out a cold laugh, and raised his head to look at the sky.

The Old Ones are still unwilling to give up?

Last time they sent the Pluto's Harp, intending to kill him with it.

Now they want to use Voldemort and Quirrell's actions to make another move?

Looking at this situation, the move is probably not small.

It's even possible that this time he won't just see one projection of an Old One.

It might even be multiple Old Ones cooperating and projecting simultaneously!

Immediately, Rhine sneered and whispered.

"Mandate of heaven? Jade Pure must be destroyed, I bear the brunt?"

"In other words, this time, the Old Ones want to destroy both me and Hogwarts together?"

A strange smile appeared at the corner of Rhine's mouth.

"If you can do it, then come and try."