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

Chapter 78: Strength Increases, Senior Sister, You Don’t Want It, Do You? (14)

Voldemort, who was sleeping on the back of Quirrell's head, woke up in a bad mood.

"Qirro, I told you to find a unicorn, why are you making such a fuss!"

"What's wrong with thunder? Do you still want me to comfort you?"

Quirrell shuddered and was about to speak when Voldemort frowned again.

"Wait a minute, Quirrell, how come you still have time to change your hairstyle?"

"What kind of hairstyle do you have? Why is it so hairy?"

Quirrell reached out and touched his head, and sure enough, he felt every hair of his head standing up.

He looked up at the sky and saw that the thunderclouds were becoming denser at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The thunderclouds that were supposed to be heading towards the golden elixir seemed to have lost their target and turned to vent their anger on the nearest object that should be struck by lightning.

Ghosts and the like are already easily struck by lightning, not to mention a two-faced person whose residual soul possesses a living person!
In an instant, thunderclouds rolled in and flashes of lightning began to strike the two-faced man.

Voldemort's eyes were bloodshot.

Every bit of his strength is so precious and must be saved for the critical moment.

Now he's being struck by lightning?

Did you make a mistake!
But there is no way. Even if there is a certain amount of defensive magic within the scope of Hogwarts, it cannot stop the lightning.

If he held back any longer, once Quirrell was chopped into charcoal, how would he be able to seize the Philosopher's Stone and restore his body?
With reluctance and anger, Voldemort waved his wand and used all his strength to resist the rolling lightning.

The cries of pain were drowned out by the rumbling thunder.

……

At the same time, Rhine in the Room of Requirement finally experienced what it felt like to eat the golden elixir.

"Comfortable!"

"It's so damn comfortable!"

A Flying Tiger Pill at the Golden Elixir level is much more powerful than the effects recorded in the Flying Tiger Military Strategy.

Rhine felt a burning heat rushing through his limbs and bones, rapidly nourishing his body.

The golden light of the Vajra Body that never dims automatically appears on the surface of the body, and it becomes more intense and brighter at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Rhine's heart moved, and then he also practiced the simple practice method recorded in the Flying Tiger Military Strategy.

Since the Flying Tiger Pill was created to match this method, practicing this method while absorbing the medicinal power should be able to bring greater benefits.

As expected, as the method was put into operation, the medicinal power of the Flying Tiger Pill was absorbed faster with every breath Rhine took.

At the same time, streams of spiritual energy were released from the pill, making Rhine's eyes almost red.

Isn't this much better than working hard to absorb spiritual energy from the earth spirit or the soul?

Wuhu!

Cool!
An idea flashed through Rhine's mind.

This golden elixir is enough for him to condense the foundation of his magical power by relying on the methods in the Flying Tiger Military Strategy.

With magic power, you can display supernatural powers and control magical instruments.

Do you want to get started now?

But after pondering for a moment, Rhine decisively gave up this plan.

"The Flying Tiger Military Strategy is merely a method of training soldiers, and the cultivation method is merely incidental to it."

"Using it to increase the efficiency of spiritual energy acquisition is fine, but if it is used as a foundation, it would be too shameful for the disciples of the Chan Sect. It would simply be self-destructive."

"At least one must cultivate the Eight-Nine Profound Arts to lay a solid foundation, so that one can have a long-term path to immortality."

"I'd better use this spiritual energy to nourish my body and increase my magic power."

Immediately, Rhine guided the spiritual energy to continue nourishing the flesh, blood, and bones, and a small part of it to increase the strength of magic power.

As the night passed, the blessing of the Night God slowly faded from Rhine.

But Rhine suddenly opened his eyes, and the aura he exuded in an instant was even more powerful than when he had received the blessing before.

Golden light flows on the body, as if it were real, and the flying hair is all bright golden, emitting a sacred aura.

The enormous force released with every move caused the air to vibrate.

With just this body, Rhine stood firm and let the wizards of the magical world attack him. Most wizards would die of exhaustion and still not be able to break his defense! Rhine even had a strange feeling, as if this innate ability to withstand death had also changed?

His eyes fell on the system screen again.

The description of attaining the Vajra Body did indeed undergo some subtle changes, from three years to withstand a death calamity, to one Kun year.

Rhine raised his eyebrows, and something in his mind came to his mind.

"This is the ability of a saint who has achieved a physical body. A saint who has achieved a physical body will not be easily caught up in a calamity, unless it is a calamity of the magnitude of the Conferred God."

"But because my strength is too low, this talent can only withstand death once every three years."

"Now that I have taken a Flying Tiger Golden Pill, my strength, especially my physical body, has greatly increased, and my ability to attain the Vajra Body without fainting has also increased."

"If my body continues to grow like this, perhaps one day I can achieve physical sainthood in this magical world!"

In addition to the changes in his physical body, the strength of the magic power in Rhine's body soared a lot compared to before, even if he only absorbed a tiny part of the spiritual energy of the Flying Tiger Golden Pill.

Even without the blessing of the Night Demon talent, the strength of his magic is almost the same as at night, surpassing Harry who has Voldemort's fragments.

Calculated in this way, Rhine's magical strength is already quite remarkable in this magical world.

His mood became more and more excited.

There are still two Flying Tiger Golden Pills. Although the effect of taking the Golden Pills continuously will weaken gradually, taking these two pills is enough to increase his strength again.

As for the remaining eighteen high-grade Flying Tiger Pills, Rhine himself would definitely not eat them, but this thing is a tonic for any wizard in the magical world, and it will also be of great benefit to the magical animals that Rhine plans to cultivate.

Rhine took a deep breath.

"This time, I made a lot of money from refining the elixir."

However, looking at the time, Rhine temporarily gave up the urge to continue taking the pills and walked out of the Request-Granting Room.

Looking at the rising sun outside the corridor window, Rhine stretched his muscles comfortably.

"Another day without staying up late. My sleep schedule is really healthy."

Turning around, Rhine planned to go to the auditorium for breakfast.

But when Rhine glanced at the windowsill at the end of the corridor, he was stunned.

There was a figure sitting on the windowsill. The figure looked familiar, as if I had seen it somewhere.

Then Rhine remembered.

On the day of the house melee, Gemma Farley, the Slytherin prefect who was tied up tightly by herself with Transfiguration?
What is she doing there?
At this moment, Gemma Farley, who was squatting on the windowsill, was rubbing her pearls, shaking her white sock-wrapped legs from under her robe, and writing a letter with a sad face.

"Father, Mother, I'm going to mess this up. Slytherin will lose the House Cup from me, and I'm going to bring shame to the Farley family. What should I do..."

After a moment, Gemma forcefully crossed out the paragraph and wrote a new one.

"Dear father, dear mother, everything is fine with me. You don't have to worry about my studies or life."

"I'm very comfortable with the life of a prefect. I will work hard to be like my grandfather, first becoming a prefect, then becoming the student council president, and then using this opportunity to enter politics and become the second Minister of Magic of our Farley family, thereby revitalizing our Farley family."

"Please don't send me any more money, I have enough..."

After hesitating for a long time on this line, Gemma added another sentence.

"It's enough. What you heard about me working in Hogsmeade to earn money for dresses and robes is purely because I'm a prefect and set an example for the younger students. Those rumors are fake news. How could I do anything that would damage the reputation of the Farley family?!"

"Don't sell off your family heirlooms. That's not decent. I, your daughter, want to go into politics."

After carefully putting the letter into the envelope, Gemma curled up on the windowsill with her slightly red knees hugged, staring at the scenery below in a trance, and couldn't help but sigh.

"If I could fall down and end my life without pain, I would feel pretty happy."

"All of a sudden, all the worries and stress are gone."

Rhine looked at Gemma and sighed slowly.

"Senior, you'd better sit still."

"If you fall, it will cause a huge psychological trauma to me, your junior."

"Also, that might be the most unjust death of a prefect in the history of Hogwarts..."

"Senior, you don't want to be recorded in history, do you?"

　I would like to clarify that I am not a eunuch. It’s just that I am visiting relatives during the day and cannot write, so I can only update at night for the time being.

　　The results are OK, the author will not stop updating, I will start writing now, and there will be three more updates later. Thank you all for your support!

　　
　
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