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

Voldemort's greedy gaze was almost like a caress, wishing he could lick every inch of Harry's body.

"Seven."

"All things seven."

"This truly is a wonderful number."

Just now, he had finally understood this secret known only to him.

It turned out that on that night eleven years ago, the rebounding Killing Curse caused him to split off a piece of his soul, which landed on Harry Potter.

This was truly an unexpected coincidence.

At this moment, Voldemort almost laughed out loud, feeling an unprecedented joy.

That old thing Dumbledore would definitely follow the prophecy and protect this boy well.

But what would his expression be if he knew that he would not die if this boy did not die?

Voldemort also really wanted to see what kind of darkness Harry Potter would turn into if he knew the truth of all this, knowing that the end result of Dumbledore's training him was to have him face death himself.

"No one would rush to death if they had a choice."

"I am destined to win, Dumbledore."

At this moment, Harry felt a throbbing pain in his forehead scar, causing him to stagger, his face pale.

Then, Rhine's figure stood in front of Harry, blocking Voldemort's prying eyes.

Voldemort didn't mind and withdrew his gaze.

Harry's trump card was not the time to play yet, and his top priority was to obtain the Philosopher's Stone in order to reshape his body.

Thinking of the Philosopher's Stone, Voldemort thought of the three-headed dog inside the trapdoor at the end of the fourth-floor corridor, and gnashed his teeth.

That old schemer Dumbledore put such a dead dog here, leaving him with no way to deal with it.

This was a magical creature with resistance to most instant-death spells. If he was in his prime, a Killing Curse would certainly kill the three-headed dog.

But in his current state, even if he drained his remaining strength, it would probably be difficult to kill the three-headed dog.

He could only think of other ways.

Voldemort's figure disappeared into the shadows of the tower.

Rhine also slowly withdrew his gaze, revealing a contemplative look.

Was Harry's performance just now due to overly strong emotions, with anger and killing intent triggering the influence of Voldemort's soul fragment?

Did Voldemort, who was possessing Quirrell, notice it?

Rhine's eyes were deep.

The secret that Voldemort didn't know until the end in the original work was now noticed by Voldemort in the first year.

His arrival ultimately brought about the butterfly effect, affecting the plot.

But after a moment, the slight ripples in his heart returned to calm.

Rhine had never thought that he must ensure that everything happened as it did in the original plot.

Otherwise, he should have entered Ravenclaw, read books honestly in the tower, and be a little transparent person, not participating in these events.

Since he chose this way, he naturally had to bear the cost.

Moreover, even if the plot changes, so what?

With Rhine's current strength, plus the Primordial System, if he still needs to be timid and afraid of plot changes, he might as well find a piece of tofu and kill himself!

At this time, Rhine's line of sight fell on Malfoy.

The little lions surrounded Rhine, cheering and laughing, while Malfoy was away from the crowd, as if he had breathed a long sigh of relief.

The next moment, Rhine threw the pendant he picked up from the Black Lake to Malfoy.

"Take it."

"Don't let anyone snatch it from your neck again next time, we won't help you pick it back up."

Malfoy looked at the pendant that had been lost and found, shocked.

He never expected that Rhine, who had "narrowly escaped death" in the storm, would still be thinking about his pendant and help him find it back?

His expression was complicated, his face flushed red, and after holding it back for a long time, he squeezed out a sentence.

"Who asked you to meddle in my business?"

Harry and Ron glared at Malfoy.

Rhine waved his hand, looked at the life-and-death friendship displayed on the system screen, and showed a strange smile.

"It's okay, Malfoy is just like that."

"Tsundere, just stubborn."

Malfoy's face was now blood red, he clenched his fists angrily, turned around and left.

At this time, Rhine said to him.

"Malfoy, so many formal members of the Slytherin Quidditch team are injured, I'm afraid there won't be enough manpower."

"You fly well, Professor Snape will give you a chance."

"Write a letter to your father to discuss it, he will tell you what to do next."

Malfoy's eyes widened, pretending to speed up his pace, but actually remembered Rhine's reminder in his mind, and then left the Black Lake.

At the same time, Madam Hooch and Professor McGonagall, who were attracted by the movement in the Black Lake, rushed to the Black Lake, panting.

Madam Hooch let out a scream.

"I told you clearly, before I come back, you are not allowed to act without authorization!"

"It's fine if you fly in front of the castle, how dare you fly over the Black Lake?!"

"Gryffindor…"

Professor McGonagall, with a dark face, interrupted Madam Hooch.

"Madam Hooch, look, there are so many Slytherin Quidditch team members here, and they are all injured. Please send them to Madam Pomfrey too."

"I will definitely teach these outrageous first-year students a good lesson, outrageous, it's just too outrageous!"

Trusting Professor McGonagall, Madam Hooch nodded without the slightest suspicion and quickly left with those Slytherin members.

Professor McGonagall also looked at Rhine and Harry with a gloomy face.

"Rhine Snow, Harry Potter, you come with me immediately."

Harry's heart sank, and he had only one thought.

It's over, this time I might get expelled?

No way, right? I might be okay, but Rhine's grades are so good, the professor wouldn't, right?

But looking at Professor McGonagall, she seems very angry.

Maybe I should take the blame later; it's okay if I get expelled, but it would be a pity if Rhine got expelled.

Working with Hagrid as a gamekeeper doesn't seem too bad.

Rhine rolled his eyes inwardly.

Acting.

Professor McGonagall, you big cat lady, your acting is pretty good, keep it up.

When I was a kid reading the original, I was really fooled, but after reading it more, I realized that this professor is quite two-faced.

In the original, she not only didn't deduct points from Harry, but also exceptionally allowed him to join the Gryffindor Quidditch team and become the Seeker.

She even took money out of her own pocket to give Harry a Nimbus 2000, a true Quidditch fanatic!

Why the long face now?

Just laugh if you want to.

Sure enough, before they even made it back to the castle, the corners of Professor McGonagall's mouth were already like the trajectory of an AK, impossible to suppress.

She suddenly waved her fist.

"Well done!"

"Now that the Slytherin Quidditch team is ruined, they can only use substitutes, so we have a much better chance of winning Quidditch!"

"Rhine, Harry, you did a great job!"

Harry's eyes widened when he heard Professor McGonagall's words, with a bit of guilt.

"But Professor, they seem to be quite seriously injured..."

Professor McGonagall curled her lips and said through gritted teeth.

"Flint, that bastard, forgive me for commenting on a student like this in private, but he really is a bastard."

"Every time he shakes hands, he tries to break our team members' fingers, and he always uses dirty tricks on the field. Several of our team members have had broken bones because of him over the years."

"Now it's his turn to taste that."

Then, she composed herself a little and coughed.

"But I still have to criticize you two."

Rhine and Harry obediently lowered their heads, preparing to accept Professor McGonagall's lecture.

But what even Rhine didn't expect was that Professor McGonagall's face was full of regret.

"You should have baited out their substitute players too!"

"How great would it have been to ruin their substitutes together?"

"Also, you did a great job on Flint, but why were you so gentle with the others? They'll probably recover in a month or two and be able to play."

Professor McGonagall breathed out and winked at Rhine and Harry.

"Fortunately, I have a good relationship with Madam Pomfrey."

"Besides, as Deputy Headmistress, I still have a little bit of privilege."

"Don't worry, they definitely won't be able to play this semester!"

Rhine stared in shock.

Damn!

Professor McGonagall?

You, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, are actually a wolf in sheep's clothing?!

At this time, Professor McGonagall also revealed that she would take them to find the Gryffindor Quidditch captain, Wood, and planned to let them join the Quidditch team exceptionally.

"If Gryffindor can win, what you did today will be a great contribution."

"It's a pity that I can't reward you with anything openly, so I'll just give you a little reward in secret."

"What do you want? How about a new flying broom?"

Sensing Professor McGonagall's particularly close gaze, Rhine's heart suddenly moved.

With this relationship, if I add a little more effort, maybe I can reach the level of best friends?

The best friend of a Golden Immortal level character, this is a reward not to be missed.

Should I add more fuel to the fire?

"Professor, can you transform again?"

"Your Animagus transformation is simply superb, divine, can you let me appreciate this profound transformation again?"

"This is a strong encouragement for my learning in Transfiguration!"

Rhine looked at Professor McGonagall with a face full of desire.

Professor McGonagall's expression also stiffened.

But faced with Rhine's gaze full of thirst for knowledge, coupled with Rhine's talent in Transfiguration, and the fact that this time really made Professor McGonagall, a Quidditch fanatic, happy, Professor McGonagall still planned to satisfy Rhine's request.

"Okay, then I'll let you see this transformation one more time."

"But you have to promise that there's nothing strange."

Rhine nodded obediently.

"Of course, Professor, I'm in Flying Class, how could I bring anything strange?"

Professor McGonagall thought it was true, so she used the Animagus transformation again in front of Rhine and Harry.

"See clearly? This is Animagus..."

The next second, Professor McGonagall's pupils suddenly contracted.

The familiar smell floated over again, making Professor McGonagall in cat form simply unable to resist.

She looked at Rhine in shock, while Rhine grinned.

"Professor..."

"We are Gryffindors, how could you dare to believe our promise not to prank?"

Professor McGonagall's fur stood on end, and she let out a sharp cry, rushing out to run.

But the next moment, she was picked up by Rhine, who grabbed her by the scruff of her neck.

Professor McGonagall closed her eyes in resignation.

Rhine Snow...

Damn it!

Purr, purr, purr...

Damn it, my body, stop purring!!!