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

Quirrell's gaze caused Rhine to reveal a hint of astonishment.

The second week of school, and I'm already fighting Two-Face?

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Really?

But after a moment, he revealed a look of eagerness.

After obtaining 'Battle Prowess' and 'Staff Mastery,' even he didn't know how strong he was now.

The little wizards' strength was already on a different dimension from Rhine. The troll Arba they fought last time was just a warm-up for Rhine; it fell before Rhine even exerted much effort.

Two-Face…

Should be much more durable, right?

Taking a deep breath, Rhine gripped the Ancient Staff, his eyes surging with fighting spirit.

"Professor, then I'll make my move."

"If you get hurt, you can't deduct points from Gryffindor."

Quirrell's face showed a strange smile.

Had he been wearing this ridiculous large turban for too long, to the point that Rhine still had the impression of him being weak?

Anyone who could serve as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts had a few tricks up their sleeve.

A little wizard, no matter how powerful, was still within the realm of little wizards. How much ability could he have?

Quirrell nodded slightly.

It was at that moment that a scalp-tingling sensation suddenly exploded in his mind.

Voldemort's sharp voice transmitted to his mind.

"Wake up, you idiot!"

Beside the podium, a cloud of chalk dust stirred without wind, flying towards Quirrell's face.

Quirrell's expression changed.

Damn!

What was going on with this year's Gryffindors?

How could they use such underhanded tactics?

Quirrell narrowly used a Cleaning Charm to sweep away the dust.

But this was just the beginning. After gaining the upper hand, Rhine's staff danced wildly, and spell after spell flew towards Quirrell like a storm.

These spells weren't necessarily very powerful; some were just small charms, but the timing of each spell was perfect, practically impeccable.

Quirrell, having lost the initiative, felt like he was being suppressed by Rhine, like an insect trapped in a spiderweb. Although he wouldn't be crushed immediately, the pressure from the continuous attacks was increasing every second.

Dealing with Rhine's attacks, a suffocating feeling enveloped Quirrell's heart.

Him, a dignified professor, being suppressed by a little wizard?

How frustrating! If he couldn't use Dark Magic or high-powered spells, how could he be in this situation?

But Quirrell didn't believe that a little wizard could maintain such an offensive without showing any flaws.

Quirrell waved his wand repeatedly, and counter-spells and Shield Charms enveloped him, making him impenetrable.

He was waiting, waiting for Rhine to make a mistake in battle.

Even Voldemort couldn't fault Quirrell's handling, because everyone makes mistakes.

Even battle-hardened wizards like him and Dumbledore could make wrong judgments under pressure, let alone a little wizard with no real combat experience.

But neither Quirrell nor Voldemort could have imagined that Rhine's combat talent didn't come from acquired training but from a primordial level of innate ability.

Mistakes?

The battle talent of the Grand Pure One, facing an existence from the magic world, how could there be mistakes?

The airtight "spiderweb" wrapped Quirrell's "turtle shell" tightly, becoming thicker and thicker, making it increasingly difficult for Quirrell to cast spells.

Quirrell might not have noticed, but Rhine already understood.

The 'Battle Prowess' talent was indeed quite powerful. As long as Quirrell didn't use Dark Magic or high-powered spells that shouldn't be used on little wizards, his limit seemed to stop here.

But…

It's still not enough.

Let's have the substitute take over!

The next moment, Rhine waved his staff violently.

"Fiendfyre."

The little wizards in the classroom subconsciously retreated further, but they didn't see the large-scale flames that should have appeared. Instead, blazing white, almost ghostly blue fireballs appeared before Rhine's eyes, and the air was distorted by the heat.

Quirrell's eyes widened.

Damn, Transfiguration combined with the Fire-Making Spell?

How could a first-year little wizard who hasn't even been in school for two weeks cast this kind of magic?

What kind of monsters are these little wizards nowadays? We weren't like this when we went to school!

Voldemort also praised in Quirrell's mind.

"Talent, unparalleled talent."

"This Rhine Snow, given time, might become another Dumbledore, or even surpass Dumbledore."

"Quirrell, you're no match for him fighting like this…"

"Let me!"

The next second, Voldemort took control of Quirrell's body.

Rhine instantly sensed the change in Quirrell's aura.

Voldemort's substitute is online?

That's perfect!

Rhine's mouth cracked into a smile, and he whispered again.

"Cleaning Charm."

In an instant, a gale roared, surging forward.

Following that, fire and wind intertwined, escalating the power of the Fire-Making Spell to an unprecedented level.

Combined with Transfiguration…

A path of flames extended towards Two-Face in front, precisely Rhine's bootleg Path of Fiery God!

Compared to the time it was used in Diagon Alley, even though Rhine restrained himself a lot this time and didn't even use the Fire Control Ruyi, the power was still much stronger.

Voldemort, who had just taken over, couldn't help but exclaim.

Path of Fiery God?

No, this spell doesn't incorporate the Patronus Charm, equivalent to only having the form without the spirit.

But even just the form of the Path of Fiery God, displayed in the hands of a first-year wizard, was too incredible.

"Very good, very good. It's been a long time since I've seen such a talented little wizard."

Voldemort's gaze pierced through the Path of Fiery God, landing on Rhine.

The next second, he waved his wand, as if invisible swords split the sea of fire, re-opening a path in the Path of Fiery God.

In the raging fire, Voldemort strode towards Rhine.

But Rhine waved his staff, and the Fire Control Ruyi talent also began to activate.

The surrounding blazing white flames suddenly changed, completely turning ghostly blue, almost transparent.

The flames even condensed into knives, spears, swords, halberds, and various weapons and animals, surrounding Voldemort.

Rhine grinned.

"Professor, save the compliments for after you win."

Then, in Voldemort's shocked and angry cries, the flames that had been separated merged again, engulfing him once more.

"Master?"

Quirrell's voice echoed in Voldemort's ears.

Voldemort, while dealing with Rhine's ever-changing Path of Fiery God, roared angrily in his heart.

"Shut up!"

"Quirrell, if you were more competitive, would I need to take over?"

"And what's wrong with your body? It's not useful at all. Do you have any self-discipline? Have you practiced magic properly?"

At the same time, Voldemort's gaze looked at the surrounding flames enveloping him.

"Damn it, did this Rhine learn magic in the womb? No one could do this in their first year!"

"Not being able to use the Killing Curse or Dark Magic is really inconvenient."

However, with Voldemort's strength, even controlling Quirrell's body, although caught off guard, he wouldn't be defeated by a bootleg Path of Fiery God.

Calmly resisting Rhine's attacks, searching for flaws.

After a moment, Voldemort really found a fleeting gap.

At this moment, Voldemort conjured a glittering rope, passing through the flames and wrapping around Rhine.

At this time, the subsequent battle scene had become clear in Voldemort's mind.

Pull the rope, make Rhine stumble, disrupt his spellcasting, then use a Disarming Charm to knock the staff out of Rhine's hand, and point his own wand at his throat.

Impeccable!

Voldemort flicked his wand, and the rope tightened suddenly, pulling on Rhine with the strength to drag a bison.

"Got you."

But the next moment, a scene that astonished Voldemort occurred.

Rhine, who should have been staggering under the pull of the rope, didn't budge at all?

Rhine even looked at Voldemort with a hint of mockery in his eyes.

The next second, Voldemort felt an overwhelming force coming from the rope, and instead, he involuntarily flew towards Rhine.

With Voldemort's knowledge, his eyes widened at this moment.

What kind of strength is this?

A naturally giant Gryffindor brat!

Happy New Year to all the big shots!