I'm in Hogwarts, what the hell is the Honghuang system?

Chapter 60 Professor, He Called Us Mudbloods
Malfoy rushed towards Flint, trying to stop what Flint was doing.

But he was a step too late after all. A malicious curse burst out from the tip of Flint's wand and flew towards Hermione at an insidious angle.

Flint roared at Malfoy in dissatisfaction.

"What the hell are you doing!"

"I was aiming for that mudblood's face, but now I can only hit her neck!"

Malfoy looked at Flint with horror.

"You idiot, you have no idea what you've done."

"Don't drag me into this!"

The next second, Malfoy pulled out his wand, hit himself hard, and then screamed.

"Ah, I fainted, this is none of my business!"

Soon, he lay down by the wall.

When Flint saw this scene, he looked at her with disdain.

"Cowardly Malfoy, is this a trick you learned from your father? You Malfoys are all wimps!"

After spitting, Flint turned his gaze to Hermione, his face full of viciousness as he expected Hermione to develop a foul-smelling abscess.

It was too late for Hermione to notice the curse in the melee, and she could only watch in horror as the curse flew towards her.

At this moment, a familiar figure of Hermione stood in front of her.

"Rhine?"

"No!"

Hermione stared blankly at Rhine who stood in front of her again to block the curse, and tears started to flow down her face.

Rhine turned around and comforted Hermione.

"It's okay, Hermione."

"It's just a small curse, it's not even enough to make my nose bleed."

He was not lying when he said this.

With his invincible defense, let alone Flint, who only knows how to play Quidditch and whose magic skills are rubbish, even if Snape did it himself, he would not be able to break Rhine's defense without using dark magic.

The moment this evil curse touched Rhine, it shattered immediately, without even having the slightest effect.

Seeing that Rhine was really fine, Hermione finally breathed a sigh of relief.

If Rhine was hurt because of her, she didn't know how to face Rhine.

At this time, Rhine's cold gaze fell on the Slytherin students.

Originally, Rhine had no intention of intervening in the fight between children. It was too bullying.

But Flint's sneak attack curse just now really made Rhine angry.

The senior students attacked the first graders by using sneak attacks and curses, and even uttered such vicious words.

Naughty kids need discipline, so they should be beaten severely until they dare not do it again!

The next second, Rhine swung his staff violently.

The heavy ancient staff slammed heavily on the ground, making a deafening sound, suppressing all the voices of those chanting spells.

Then, the power of the transformation technique, which was blessed by the talent of the transformation of all things, was revealed.

The hems of the Slytherin students came to life, some turning into snakes that coiled and hissed in their faces.

Some turned into thorns, digging deeply into their flesh, causing them to cry out in pain.

As for those who were relatively fair and not over the line, such as Gemma Farley, Rhine turned their clothes into ropes, strangling them tightly and making them unable to move at all.

In an instant, the corridor that was bustling with fighting just now became silent.

Horrified glances fell on Rhine.

This transformation?

Is this a freshman?!
Holy shit, this is probably the young Dumbledore?!

Gemma Farley was tied up tightly, and her heart was in turmoil.

After all, she is the Slytherin prefect and has more experience than other students.

Possessing this level of Transfiguration at such an age, even Dumbledore couldn't do it when he was in school!
So, this year's Gryffindor class not only has Harry Potter, the savior, but also a genius who may rival or even surpass Dumbledore?!
Gemma Farley felt a pang of bitterness in her heart. It looked like Slytherin was in real trouble in the House Cup.

As a prefect, I will definitely be recorded in the history of Slytherin House.

She spoke in a hoarse voice.

"What do you want to do?"

Rhine glanced at her calmly.

"Nothing, it's just that you Slytherins claim to be nobles, but you don't see any noble etiquette."

"So I'll be kind and give you some special training. Practice your standing posture right here."

"Senior, stand up straight. As a class leader, you have to set an example."

Gemma Farley's face turned as red as blood.

But Rhine had already shifted his gaze from her to the only two Slytherin students who were not under the control of his Transfiguration.

One of them was Malfoy who pretended to be unconscious. Since he was so sensible, Rhine didn't bother with him.

As for the other one, that's Marcus Flint.

At this time, he had already stood there, at a loss as to what to do.

Rhine strode up to him.

"I heard you're the Quidditch captain of Slytherin, and you're a chaser, right?"

"Have you ever been hit by a Quaffle during training, or accidentally hit by a batsman's bat?"

Flint shook his head blankly.

"No, no..."

The next second, Rhine swung the staff in his hand hard on his cheek, knocking him to the ground.

When Flint opened his mouth with a look of pain on his face, he spat out five or six teeth.

Rhine said lightly.

"Now you understand, don't you?"

"By the way, your mouth stinks. It must be your bad teeth. I'll replace them for you for free."

The entire corridor was silent, and everyone looked at Rhine with awe.

If most of the attention paid to the first-year Gryffindor students was previously focused on Harry Potter, then now, I'm afraid everyone will remember that there is such an outrageous first-year student in Gryffindor!

Just then, Snape finally came over following the noise.

As soon as he came over, he saw the Slytherin students who were tied up tightly, and Flint who was lying on the ground picking up his teeth.

Snape's brows were instantly furrowed, his face full of gloom, and he glared at the Gryffindors, especially Rhine, whose wand was still stained with blood.

"What exactly is going on!"

"Who gave you the courage!"

Snape's voice almost roared.

Hope finally appeared in the eyes of the Slytherin students.

With the arrival of Dean Snape, Slytherin is at peace.

Dean Snape is here, and the sky is clear!
But at this moment, Harry stood up, opened his emerald green eyes, squeezed out two tears of fear, and said to Snape.

"Professor, it's really not Rhine's fault."

"It was the Slytherins who picked on us first, especially Flint. He totally deserved it."

"He fired curses in our direction and swore nasty things at us."

Snape took a deep breath.

"What did he curse?"

Harry whispered.

"He called us stinking mudbloods..."

(End of this chapter)