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

Chapter 67 The Gryffindor brat who was born a giant monster!

The look Quirrell gave Rhine made him look a little surprised.

The second week of school, and I'm going to play Two-Faced?
real or fake?

But after a moment, he looked eager to try.

After obtaining the Tiancheng Fighting Technique and the Shenfu Stick Technique, he himself didn't realize how strong he was now.

The little wizard's strength was no longer on the same level as Rhine's. The giant monster Abba they had fought against last time could only warm up Rhine, but it fell down before Rhine could even put in much effort.

Two-faced man...

It should be more durable, right?
Taking a deep breath, Rhine grasped the ancient staff, his eyes filled with fighting spirit.

"Professor, I'll do it then."

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

A strange smile appeared on Quirrell's face.

Had he been wearing this ridiculously large scarf for too long, so that Rhine still couldn't shake off the impression that he was a weakling?

Who can be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts without some skills?

No matter how powerful a little wizard is, he is still a little wizard. How powerful can he be?

Quirrell nodded slightly.

At this moment, a tingling sensation on his scalp suddenly exploded in his mind.

Voldemort's voice shrilly reached his mind.

"Come back to your senses, you idiot!"

At the edge of the podium, a cloud of chalk dust flew towards Quirrell's face without any wind.

Quirrell's face changed.

Hey!
What's going on with this Gryffindor class?

How come such shady tricks can be used?
Quirrell narrowly avoided a chance by firing a single shot to clean it up, sweeping away all the dust.

But this was just the beginning. After taking the initiative, Rhine's staff danced wildly, and one spell after another flew towards Quirrell like a storm.

These spells were not very powerful, and some were even just small spells, but the timing of each spell was just right, making it impeccable.

Quirrell lost the initiative and felt like he was being suppressed by Rhine, like an insect caught in a spider web. Although he was not crushed for the time being, the pressure brought by the continuous offensive was increasing every minute.

Dealing with Rhine's offensive, Quirrell felt suffocated.

You are a professor, but you are being beaten by a little wizard?
It's so frustrating. If I could use black magic and high-power magic, how could it be like this?

But Quirrell just didn't believe it. Could a little wizard really maintain such an offensive without any flaws?
Quirrell waved his wand repeatedly, casting counter-spells and protective spells that covered his body tightly.

He was waiting, waiting for a mistake in the Rhine battle.

Even Voldemort couldn't find any fault with Quirrell's handling of the matter. After all, everyone makes mistakes.

Even battle-hardened wizards like him and Dumbledore could make wrong judgments under great pressure, let alone a young wizard with no practical experience at all.

But neither Quirrell nor Voldemort could have imagined that Rhine's fighting talent did not come from acquired training, but from a primitive talent.

Mistake?

With Taiyi Zhenren's talent in fighting, how could he possibly make a mistake when facing the existence of the magic world?

The airtight "spider web" tightly wrapped around Quirrell's "turtle shell" and became thicker and thicker, making it increasingly difficult for Quirrell to move.

Quirrell might not have noticed it yet, but Rhine already knew it.

His natural talent for fighting was indeed quite formidable. As long as Quirrell didn't use dark magic or powerful magic that shouldn't be used on young wizards, his limit seemed to stop there.

only……

It's not good enough.

Let’s let the substitute player go online!

The next moment, Rhine swung his staff violently.

"The fire is blazing."

The little wizard in the classroom subconsciously moved back a distance, but did not see the large-scale flames that should have appeared. Instead, a number of bright white and almost blue fireballs appeared in front of Rhine, and the air was distorted by the heat at this moment.

Quirrell's eyes widened.

Damn, Transfiguration combined with Fire Curse?
Is this the kind of magic that a first-year wizard who has been in school for less than two weeks can perform?

What kind of monsters are these little wizards nowadays? They were not like this when we were in school!
Voldemort also exclaimed in Quirrell's mind.

"Talent, incomparable talent."

"This Rhine Snow may become another Dumbledore in time, or even surpass Dumbledore."

"Qiluo, you are no match for him if you fight like this..."

"let me!"

The next second, Voldemort took over Quirrell's body. Rhine instantly noticed the change in Quirrell's aura.

Voldemort's proxy is online?

That’s just right!

Rhine's lips curled into a smile as he whispered again.

"Cleaned up."

In an instant, a strong wind howled and surged forward.

What followed was the interweaving of fire and wind, which increased the power of the Fire Curse to a level that it should not have been.

Combined with Transfiguration...

A path of flames continued to extend towards the two-faced man in front. It was Rhine's copycat version of the God of Fire leading the way!
But 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 come online as a substitute, couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise.

The God of Fire leads the way?
No, this spell is not integrated into the Patronus Charm, which means it only has the form but not the spirit.

But even if it was just the form of the God of Fire opening the way, it was too incredible to display it in the hands of a first-year wizard.

"Very good, very good. I haven't seen such a talented little wizard for a long time."

Voldemort's gaze penetrated the path opened by the God of Fire and fell on Rhine.

The next second, he waved his wand, and it was like an invisible sword splitting the sea of ​​fire, creating a new path in the path opened by the God of Fire.

In the flames, Voldemort strode towards the Rhine.

But as soon as Rhine waved his staff, his talent for controlling fire began to be used.

The surrounding white flames suddenly changed, turning completely into a dark blue color, almost transparent.

The flames condensed into various weapons such as swords, spears, swords, and halberds, as well as various animals, surrounding Voldemort.

Rhine grinned.

"Professor, save your exclamations for when you win."

Then, amid Voldemort's cry of shock and anger, the flames that had been separated closed together and engulfed him again.

"Owner?"

Quirrell's voice echoed in Voldemort's ears.

While Voldemort was dealing with Rhine's transformed Vulcan, he growled angrily in his heart.

"Shut up!"

"Qiluo, if you want to fight for your dignity, do you really need me to come?"

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

At the same time, Voldemort looked at the flames surrounding him.

"Damn it, has this Rhine been learning magic since he was in the womb? No one can achieve this level in first grade!"

"I can't use the Killing Curse or the Dark Arts, it's really not convenient."

However, with Voldemort's strength, even if he controlled Quirrell's body, although he was caught off guard, he would not be defeated by a copycat version of Vulcan's attack.

Calmly resist Rhine's offensive and look for loopholes in it.

After a moment, Voldemort actually found a fleeting opening.

At this moment, Voldemort transformed a shining rope, passed through the flames and wrapped around Rhine.

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

He pulled the rope, causing Rhine to stagger and disrupting his spell, then cast an Expelliarmus spell, causing the staff in Rhine's hand to fall out of his hand, and pointed his own wand at his throat.

Impeccable!

Voldemort flicked his wand, and the rope suddenly tightened, pulling Rhine with a force that could pull a bison.

"caught you."

But the next moment, a scene that surprised Voldemort happened.

Rhine should have been staggering under the traction of the rope, but why was he not moving at all?
There was even a hint of mockery in Rhine's eyes as he looked at Voldemort.

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

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

What kind of strength is this?

A Gryffindor brat who was born a troll!

　Happy New Year everyone!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)