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

Voldemort, who was dormant on the back of Quirrell's head, woke up with a morning grumble.

"Quirrell, I told you to find a unicorn, what's all the noise about!"

"What's the matter with a little thunder? Do you want me to coddle you?"

Quirrell shivered, and was about to speak when Voldemort frowned again.

"Wait a minute, Quirrell, why did you have time to change your hairstyle?"

"What is this hairstyle? Why is it so fuzzy?"

Quirrell reached up and touched his head, and sure enough, he felt his hair standing on end.

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

The thunderclouds, which should have been heading towards the Golden Core, seemed to have lost their target and were instead venting their anger on the nearest object deserving of a lightning strike.

And things like ghosts are inherently prone to being struck by lightning, let alone a two-faced person with a remnant soul possessing a living person!

In an instant, thunderclouds rolled, lightning flashed, and began to strike towards the two-faced man.

Voldemort's eyes were bloodshot.

Every bit of his power was so precious, and was to be saved for crucial moments.

Now he was actually being struck by lightning?

Was this a mistake!

But there was no way around it, even if there were certain defensive spells within Hogwarts, they couldn't stop this lightning.

If he held back any longer, and Quirrell was turned to charcoal, how would he seize the Philosopher's Stone to restore his body?

With unwillingness and anger, Voldemort waved his wand, using all his skills to resist the rolling thunder and lightning.

Cries of pain were also drowned out by the rumbling thunder.

......

At the same time, Rhine in the Room of Requirement finally experienced what it felt like to eat a Golden Core.

"Comfortable!"

"So damn comfortable!"

A Flying Tiger Pill at the Golden Core level was far more effective than what was recorded in the Flying Tiger Tactics.

Rhine felt a surge of scorching heat rushing through his limbs, quickly nourishing his body.

The golden light of the Vajra Body, unwavering, automatically appeared on the surface of his body, and was becoming more intense and dazzling at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Rhine's heart stirred, and then he also circulated the simple cultivation method recorded in the Flying Tiger Tactics.

Since the Flying Tiger Pill was created to cooperate with this method, it should be even more beneficial to circulate this method when absorbing the medicinal power.

Sure enough, with the circulation of the method, Rhine absorbed the medicinal power of the Flying Tiger Pill faster with each breath.

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

Wasn't this much better than painstakingly absorbing spiritual energy by relying on dew or the Earth Spirit Primordial Spirit?

Woohoo!

Awesome!

A thought flashed through Rhine's mind.

This Golden Core was enough for him to condense the foundation of magic power by relying on the methods in the Flying Tiger Tactics.

With magic power, he could use supernatural powers and control magical artifacts.

Should he get started now?

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

"The Flying Tiger Tactics is just a method of training soldiers, and the cultivation method is just an attachment."

"Using it to increase the efficiency of obtaining spiritual energy is okay, but if it is used as a foundation, it would be too embarrassing for a disciple of Chan Sect, it is simply self-destructive."

"At least one must cultivate the Eight-Nine Arcane Art to lay the foundation, so that there is a possibility of going far on the path of immortality."

"These spiritual energies should still be used to nourish my body and increase the intensity of my magic power."

Immediately, Rhine guided these spiritual energies to continue nourishing his flesh and bones, and a small part to increase the intensity of his magic power.

Thus, a night passed, and the blessing of the Night God slowly receded from Rhine's body.

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

The golden light flowed on the surface of his body, as if it were real, and his hair was flying in a dazzling golden color, exuding a sacred aura.

The great power revealed between every move caused the air to vibrate.

With this body alone, Rhine could stand and let the wizards of the magic world attack, and most wizards would be exhausted and unable to break his defense!

Rhine even had a strange feeling that the ability of this talent to resist death had also changed?

His eyes fell on the system light curtain again.

The description of obtaining the Vajra Body, unwavering, had indeed undergone some subtle changes, from being able to withstand a death tribulation once every three years to once every Kun year.

Rhine raised his eyebrows, and he already understood something in his heart.

"This is originally the ability of those who become saints through the flesh, and those who become saints through the flesh will not be easily involved in tribulations, unless it is a calamity like the Investiture of the Gods."

"But because my strength is too low, this talent could only withstand a death tribulation once every three years on me before."

"Now I have taken a Flying Tiger Golden Pill, and my strength, especially my physical body, has greatly increased, and this characteristic of obtaining the Vajra Body, unwavering, has also increased accordingly."

"If my physical body continues to grow like this, perhaps one day, I will be able to become a saint through the flesh in this magic world!"

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

Even without the blessing of the Night God talent, the intensity of magic power is almost the same as at night, surpassing Harry with Voldemort fragments.

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

His mood became more and more excited.

There are still two Flying Tiger Golden Pills, although the effect of continuous use of Golden Pills will weaken in turn, these two pills are enough to make his strength increase a lot again.

As for the remaining eighteen high-grade Flying Tiger Pills, Rhine certainly wouldn't eat them himself, but this thing is equivalent to a perfect tonic for any wizard in the magic world, and it is also very beneficial to the magical creatures that Rhine intends to cultivate.

Rhine took a deep breath.

"This alchemy is really a huge profit."

But looking at the time, Rhine also temporarily dispelled the urge to continue taking pills and walked towards the outside of the Room of Requirement.

Looking at the rising sun outside the corridor window, Rhine comfortably moved his muscles and bones.

"It's another day without staying up late, my schedule is really too healthy."

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

But when the corner of his eye swept across the windowsill at the end of the corridor, Rhine was stunned.

There was a figure sitting on that windowsill, this figure looks a bit familiar, it seems like I've seen it somewhere.

Then, Rhine remembered.

Jemma Farley, the Slytherin prefect who was tightly bound by him with Transfiguration on the day of the academy melee?

What is she doing there?

At this moment, Jemma Farley, squatting on the windowsill, was wiping small pearls while shaking her little legs in white socks under her robe, while writing a letter with a face full of sorrow.

"Father, Mother, I'm going to mess things up. Slytherin House will lose the House Cup here with me. I'm going to bring shame to the Farley family's reputation. What should I do..."

After a while, Jemma crossed out this paragraph with force and rewrote a paragraph.

"Dear Father, Dear Mother, I am doing well, don't worry about my studies and life."

"I am very adaptable to the life of a prefect. I will work hard to be like my grandfather, first be a good prefect, and then become the student council president, so as to enter politics and become the second Minister of Magic in our Farley family, and revitalize our Farley family."

"Please don't remit any more money to me, my money is enough..."

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

"It's really enough, what you heard about me working in Hogsmeade to earn dress robes is purely a role model for the prefects to set an example for the younger students. Those rumors are all fake news, how could I do something that would damage the Farley family's face?!"

"You also don't sell family heirloom items, that's not dignified, your daughter is going to enter politics."

After carefully stuffing the letter into the envelope, Jemma hugged her reddish knees and curled up on the windowsill, looking blankly at the scenery below, and couldn't help but sigh.

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

"Dang, all the worries and pressure would be gone."

Rhine stared at Jemma and sighed slowly.

"Prefect, you better sit still."

"If you fall down, how much psychological shadow would it cast on me, the junior."

"Also, that might be the most wronged prefect who has ever died in Hogwarts history..."

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