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

Looking at the wisps of white smoke gathering towards him, Rhine's pupils suddenly contracted.

This is the power of sentient beings' desires!

That is, the desires that living beings yearn to achieve, and because their thoughts are extremely strong, this kind of power is produced.

In the primordial world, it is a resource needed by the Shinto school.

After the Investiture of the Gods tribulation, many cultivators entered the Investiture of the Gods list and were conferred as righteous gods of the Heavenly Court.

After that, they could no longer improve themselves through previous cultivation methods.

If they want to continue to improve, they can only rely on incense and the power of wishes.

Although the Western Buddhist sect did not enter the Investiture of the Gods list, they also took this path.

Cultivating through the power of sentient beings' desires is much faster than meditating and cultivating on your own.

Some ordinary living beings can even ascend to the level of immortal gods in a short lifetime of mortals after gathering a large amount of incense and the power of wishes!

Compared to the primordial creatures who might become immortals after thousands or tens of thousands of years, it is already as fast as riding a rocket.

Because of this, after the Investiture of the Gods tribulation, many immortals and gods began to compete for incense and the power of wishes.

There are countless people who preach in the human world to obtain incense and the power of wishes.

Even for the sake of this incense and the power of wishes, I don't know how many disputes have been set off in the mortal world.

But at this moment, Rhine looked at the power of sentient beings' desires gathering towards him, but he was afraid of avoiding it.

What his Dao heart seeks is great freedom and great detachment, without being burdened or restricted.

This has a fundamental contradiction with the incense Shinto.

Cultivators who follow the incense Shinto path, since they have received the incense and the power of wishes from the human world, they must do something for the believers in the human world who believe in them and respond to their prayers.

Moreover, their own cultivation is completely tied to the number of believers.

If the believers prosper, then the cultivation prospers; if the believers decline, then the cultivation stagnates, and even falling in realm is normal!

This is what Rhine will never allow.

How can one's own cultivation be related to others?

In addition, besides the weakness of Shinto being restrained, in Rhine's view, Shinto also has a fatal shortcoming.

That is, it is weak!

The upper limit is too low!

Walking this path, the most one can achieve is the strength of those great powers among the righteous gods of the Heavenly Court.

A quasi-sage can be expected, but compared to those quasi-sages who pursue the great path and seek the opportunity to prove the Dao and become a saint, the Shinto quasi-sage is too weak, and there is absolutely no possibility of becoming a saint!

Therefore, even though he knows that if he exclusively enjoys the incense and the power of wishes of this world, the speed of achieving immortality will be astonishingly fast, Rhine will never take it!

Immortality is not my wish, Rhine's wish is only to surpass Pangu and obtain that true freedom!

"However, the power of sentient beings' desires that I despise is a great opportunity in the eyes of others."

"To discard it without using it is indeed a bit of a waste of resources."

"It is better to collect it and create a Shinto cultivator. With the cultivation speed of Shinto, as long as there is sufficient power of wishes, one can reach an extremely high level in a short time."

"When I return from the ancient times, it can provide me with no small amount of help."

Rhine nodded, and carefully wrapped the power of sentient beings' desires with the power of the Yuan Sea to prevent it from merging into himself.

As for the Shinto cultivation method, although he doesn't have it on hand, with his current knowledge and the help of the Cave Observation Heavenly Eye, it is not difficult to create a simple Shinto cultivation method.

It will be perfected slowly when a suitable cultivator is found in the future.

Immediately, Rhine's eyes flowed with mysterious light, observing the nature of the gathering power of sentient beings' desires with the Cave Observation Heavenly Eye, and countless inspirations flashed in his mind, using the many methods he had learned as a foundation to deduce the Shinto method.

… …

A few days later.

In a gloomy and ferocious jungle.

Quirrell was grabbing a handful of blood-colored herbs and desperately running outwards.

Behind him, there was a surging tide of blackness.

But a closer look reveals that where is this a tide? It is clearly a dense mass of poisonous snakes!

Among them, there are also some giant pythons whose size far exceeds ordinary ones!

Their cold eyes were fixed on Quirrell and the blood-colored herbs in Quirrell's hand, as if Quirrell had stolen something extremely important to them.

Quirrell shouted frantically in his heart.

"Master!"

"Don't you have Parseltongue?"

"Doesn't Parseltongue allow you to talk to snakes?"

"Say something and tell them not to chase!"

Immediately, Voldemort temporarily took control of Quirrell's body, making a hissing sound.

The poisonous snakes that surged like a tide paused for a moment, but in the next second, they seemed to be even more enraged, and the speed of catching up was a bit faster.

Quirrell was also anxious when he saw this.

"No, Master, why are they still chasing?!"

Voldemort said helplessly.

"Parseltongue can indeed communicate with snakes. Under normal circumstances, if you don't have a deep hatred with them, they are willing to give Parseltongue face and help you with a favor."

"But now, didn't we take away the most precious Blood Orchid in this jungle? We are stealing things from their home, how can they listen to you?"

"Alas, Quirrell, run quickly."

At this time, Quirrell finally ran to the edge of the jungle.

With an agility that he didn't dare to imagine, he jumped into the air and onto the flying broom, and then quickly left the spot.

A moment later, the tide of poisonous snakes gathered below, and the hissing sound was endless.

Voldemort's expression twisted.

"This group of snakes actually dare to scold me?!"

"Wait, when I get enough money, fully equip myself, take down the three-headed dog, get the Philosopher's Stone, and restore to my peak…"

"I will scatter your ashes!"

Gradually moving away from the jungle, Quirrell finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master, we have already obtained this rare Blood Orchid."

"Other materials have also been prepared, so can we start brewing the potion you mentioned?"

After considering for a moment, he asked with some suspicion.

"Master, is there really no problem with this potion?"

Voldemort gritted his teeth.

"Of course!"

He snorted coldly.

"Don't think that I am not well-known in potions, it's just that I don't have much time and energy to spend on this, anyway, there are potion masters who can help me."

"But in fact, my potion level is not inferior to ordinary potion masters."

"Quirrell, are you questioning me?"

Quirrell shook his head repeatedly, and gave a dry laugh.

"Isn't it just that there have been accidents all the time recently, which makes me a little afraid to believe that it can really succeed."

"But since you said so, Master, then there must be no problem, and I can finally rest assured."

Soon, Quirrell followed Voldemort's instructions and found an abandoned house, where he set up the cauldron.

Voldemort seemed to be in a good mood, and took the initiative to explain to Quirrell.

"The potion I want to brew has requirements for the weather and the moon. It must be on a clear moonlit night, and it must be a full moon."

"This time, our luck is very good."

"Tonight is the full moon, and the weather is very clear, otherwise we would have to wait another month."

"Quirrell, this proves that luck is still on our side."

Immediately, Voldemort took over Quirrell's body and began to process the potion.

What he said to Quirrell earlier was not bragging.

His potion level is indeed not weaker than ordinary potion masters.

After all, he used potions in the defensive mechanism protecting the locket Horcrux in the original book.

Even Dumbledore, faced with the potion that could only be drunk, was helpless and almost collapsed under the pain it brought.

Being able to configure this kind of potion shows Voldemort's profound attainments in potions.

At this moment, he used almost textbook-like techniques to classify and process these materials.

Then, when a full moon gradually rose, Voldemort carefully controlled the flames, threw various materials into the cauldron, and stared at the gurgling bubbles without blinking, and began to stir quickly.

Finally, by the time it dawned, all the bubbles had fallen silent.

A pot of deep purple-red potion remained in the cauldron, which looked quite mysterious.

Voldemort's eyes revealed a satisfied and happy look.

"It's done!"

"This is it!"

"Selling this pot of potion to those noble wizards is enough to buy the alchemy items I need."

"All the investment is worth it!"

Quirrell also breathed a sigh of relief.

After so long, is the fog finally going to clear?

If Voldemort can really restore to his peak and make a comeback, then he will be the number one contributor!

Now, everything depends on this potion!

Carefully dividing these potions into glass bottles one by one, Quirrell then brought them to Diagon Alley.

As soon as he entered Diagon Alley, Quirrell was stunned.

People!

There are people everywhere!

The number of people appearing in Diagon Alley is even more than during the Hogwarts school season!

And… …

So many unfamiliar faces.

What happened?

Just as Quirrell was puzzled, Voldemort's voice, as disgusted as if he had seen dog poop on the side of the road, resounded in Quirrell's mind.

"Don't look at those people, it disgusts me to see them."

"A bunch of Squibs, actually appearing in Diagon Alley..."

"The Ministry of Magic doesn't know what they're doing. How come they haven't passed the Squib Expulsion Act yet? These dregs who defile the wizarding bloodline should all be executed, or at least have their memories erased and be exiled to the Muggle world!"

Quirrell suddenly understood.

No wonder these faces felt so unfamiliar; they were the Squibs who usually hid themselves.

He didn't know what had happened to make the Squibs gather in Diagon Alley.

Quirrell looked in the direction where the Squibs were queuing, and suddenly his heart tightened.

At the end of his line of sight, an antique and peculiar shop came into view, with the words "Wanbao Pavilion" written on it.

Quirrell lowered his voice.

"Master, I have a bad feeling about this."

"Look there, a new shop has opened. It's actually called Wanbao Pavilion, meaning it has all kinds of treasures?"

"Could we be so unlucky that our business is being stolen again?"

Voldemort rebuked him.

"Shut your mouth!"

"This potion recipe has been lost for a long time, only I know it!"

"Do you know Borgin and Burkes? They have all kinds of forbidden items. You can buy almost anything legal or illegal there, but even Borgin and Burkes definitely doesn't have this kind of potion we have."

"Wanbao Pavilion, just a newly opened, wild shop. Don't worry about it."

Quirrell felt slightly relieved.

At this moment, Voldemort, as if he had found his prey, directed Quirrell to a hooded wizard queuing nearby.

"Go, find that guy."

"I can feel that he will definitely be interested in our potion."

"Moreover, this guy has the scent of a decaying noble, and his spirit is so listless. He looks like a noble wizard who is addicted to pleasure."

"Once he feels the effect of the potion, he will offer up his family's treasures with both hands!"

Hearing this, Quirrell also stepped to the side of the hooded wizard.

A slight glance revealed a pot-bellied figure under the hood, as well as a pale complexion and dark circles under his eyes due to indulgence.

Quirrell lowered his voice.

"Ahem, sir, do you want something good?"

The hooded wizard asked warily.

"Something good?"

"What good thing?"

Quirrell's voice was even lower.

"Of course, it's something good that can make you stronger in that area."

Instantly, the hooded wizard's eyes lit up.

Wasn't the reason he condescended to personally queue outside Wanbao Pavilion for the legendary Little Vajra Talisman?

He originally disdained places like Wanbao Pavilion where Squibs crowded, but at the last party, he had personally witnessed the effects of a noble wizard using the Little Vajra Talisman.

The effect, to put it bluntly, was that he could drink three bottles of potion and still be exhausted, and the effect would only be average.

But when people used the Little Vajra Talisman, not only was the effect excellent, but it even improved their physical strength!

The key point was that when he drank potions, even those made by masters, there were still inevitable side effects.

But the Little Vajra Talisman had none!

From these perspectives, the Little Vajra Talisman completely crushed any potion.

The only unfortunate point was that the production of the Little Vajra Talisman at Wanbao Pavilion was currently limited. Each person could only buy one per day, and it was already in a state of short supply.

He could only personally queue up to get a Little Vajra Talisman.

Now, hearing Quirrell repeatedly say that he had such a good thing, the hooded wizard thought that the Little Vajra Talisman had leaked out from inside Wanbao Pavilion.

Or that Quirrell was a middleman who had acquired a batch of Little Vajra Talismans and could now resell them to him?

In any case, even if he spent ten times the money, it would be better than queuing here!

Immediately, the hooded wizard followed Quirrell to a dark place nearby.

"Do you really have that thing?"

"Good, good, good, as long as you can give it to me, Galleons are not a problem at all."

Quirrell's eyes were also quite excited.

The master was right about people; this was about to happen!

When the Galleons were exchanged for alchemy items and potions that could increase his strength, the Philosopher's Stone... was within reach!

Immediately, Quirrell carefully took out a small bottle of potion and began to introduce it eloquently.

"This is a rare potion that has been lost for a long time. The effect is stronger than any potion on the market, and the side effects are smaller."

"It is also formulated by a reclusive potion master and does not conflict with any potions you have taken before."

"I dare say that this potion is the best choice you can buy now, only one hundred Galleons, enough for you to use three times!"

What Quirrell didn't expect was that this hooded wizard didn't rush to take out the money or ask to feel the effects of the potion first, but started looking at him with the eyes of an idiot.

"No?"

"This is the good thing you're talking about?!"

"Damn, how long have you been staying in the remote mountains where you can't see the newspaper?"

"Potion?"

"Tch, who still uses potions for pleasure now!"

The hooded wizard glanced at the potion like it was trash.

"If the Little Vajra Talisman from Wanbao Pavilion hadn't come out, if your potion was real, it might really sell for one hundred Galleons a bottle."

"But now..."

The hooded wizard pursed his lips, signaling Quirrell to look in one direction.

In Quirrell's line of sight, he then saw a sign hanging outside a potion shop.

"Clearance Sale!"

"Potions for pleasure, five Knuts a bottle!"

"Volume discounts available!"

"If you don't use it yourself, you can take it back to breed pigs!"

Instantly, Quirrell's hands and feet were cold.

It's over.

It's all over!

It's only been a few days, and potions for pleasure are outdated?

No, what exactly happened in the wizarding world?!

Quirrell quickly found the Daily Prophet from the past few days and started reading it from the beginning.

After seeing that Wanbao Pavilion was said to be founded by a student from Hogwarts, and that it had also received endorsements from many herbology masters and even Nicolas Flamel, Quirrell felt an increasingly inexplicable sense of déjà vu.

"Master, this, this..."

Voldemort clenched his teeth, the anger in his chest almost exploding.

"Rhine Snow!"

"It must be him, it must be him again!"

"Ah!!!"

"What the hell is going on? I didn't even want to provoke him again. I just wanted to get past the three-headed dog and get the Philosopher's Stone. Why do I still run into him!!!"

"I've even condescended to make money by making potions for pleasure. Rhine Snow, why do you still have to make things difficult for me?"

"I will kill you, I will kill you!!!"

A terrifying killing intent erupted in his heart.

Quirrell was also trembling, on the verge of tears.

"Master, what should we do now?"

Voldemort was laughing madly in his mind at this time.

"Hahaha, hahahaha!"

"Rhine Snow, do you think I have no way to deal with this?"

"You forced me, you forced me to use this method!"

Hearing this, Quirrell's eyes lit up immediately.

Voldemort still had a trump card?

As expected of the Dark Lord, it seemed like he still had something up his sleeve!

Soon, Voldemort said coldly.

"Quirrell, there's no other way, we must use the final method."

"Prepare yourself mentally. What you are about to see may be a little shocking."

Quirrell swallowed, a look of fear and anticipation in his eyes.

Was he about to witness the Dark Lord's ultimate secret?

Could it be an ultimate trump card that the Dark Lord had arranged in advance?

What could it be?

Immediately, Voldemort gave Quirrell an address.

"102 Spinner's End, the time is almost right, hurry over there."

Quirrell's heart skipped a beat. Not daring to delay, he quickly arrived at Spinner's End according to what Voldemort said.

"101..."

"102, here it is, this is it!"

But the next moment, Quirrell suddenly froze there, his tone rising sharply.

"???"

"No..."

"Transgender Stripper Club?!"