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

Chapter 182: Suffer Qi Luo, I will bear the blame

Voldemort, who had already thought that Rhine might not take the bait, was suddenly overjoyed at this moment.

"He's agreed?"

"He's agreed!"

"Hahaha, I thought Rhine Snow was full of surprises, but in the end, I still found a loophole!"

Quirrell's eyes, however, revealed a look of confusion.

"Master..."

"But as I see it, Rhine seems more concerned with getting paid more than having tea with the little witch?"

Upon hearing this, Voldemort sneered.

"Quirrell, you Ravenclaw bookworm, haven't you ever been in love?"

"Hmph, let me tell you, when people face temptation, they always find excuses for themselves, even a genius young wizard like Rhine is no exception."

"He must be facing the conflict between Gryffindor and Slytherin, but also be somewhat tempted by the little witch's invitation, and is struggling between the two. So he set an unreasonable condition, but this is just an excuse he made for his restless heart."

"If his conditions are met, he can use this excuse to convince himself..."

"And then, the fall will follow."

A strange glint flashed in Voldemort's eyes.

He had absolute confidence in persuading others and leading them to fall.

After all, back then, from the millennial ghost to the septuagenarian old lady, down to the ignorant little witch, weren't they all in his grasp?

And recently, those little wizards in Slytherin, hehe, with a little trick, he made them all addicted to "online dating."

He can collect countless life forces every day. Although it's a bit unscrupulous, it's much more cost-effective than finding unicorns!

Voldemort didn't believe that he couldn't handle the Rhine who was just beginning to experience love?

Immediately, the little witch, who was looking at Rhine with adoring eyes, showed a look of surprise on her face.

"Really? Are you willing to have tea with me?"

Rhine smiled.

"As long as the money is enough, of course, I can."

The little witch stepped closer, staring straight into Rhine's eyes. Between the waves of her eyes, there was some boldness and some shyness.

"How about we go to a place where no one knows?"

"No one will disturb us. We can say whatever we want, do whatever we want."

Rhine readily said.

"That's good, that's of course good."

The little witch was overjoyed, and tapped her fingers lightly, wanting to take Rhine's hand, but Rhine dodged it.

The little witch looked at Rhine in confusion, as if she was a little sad.

"Was your movement of pulling away serious?"

"I just wanted to touch your hand. Was I too presumptuous..."

"Yes, you are so outstanding, how could you possibly like a little witch as inconspicuous as me? I was thinking too much..."

Rhine waved his hand repeatedly.

Voldemort, who was controlling all of this in the dark, showed a confident expression on his face.

No one is better than me, Voldemort, at playing with emotions!

What about it, Rhine Snow, are you still able to withstand seeing the little witch who admires you so sad and lost?

You already feel guilty, you already feel sorry, come on, hold her hand, and that's about it.

But in the next second, Rhine explained.

"Having tea is one price, physical contact is another price, and taking me out is another price."

"We have to pay the price first before we can have the corresponding service, right?"

"Can't freeload."

Quirrell in the dark flickered his eyes and said to Voldemort again.

"Master, as I see it, this Rhine is just a scumbag, trying to get money from the little witch?"

"Why does he keep talking about money? There's no emotion at all."

Voldemort was silent for a moment, and then explained.

"Quirrell, that's where you don't understand."

"A genius wizard like this cannot be judged by common sense."

"Wanting money, wanting power, is it difficult for him to get it with his talent and strength?"

"Then why does he want these things from a little witch?"

"This can only mean one thing..."

"Rhine Snow is already considering marriage. He can date, but he must find a family that is well-matched and can provide him with enough resources, so he will make such a request."

"Isn't it just money? As long as I can get close to Rhine Snow and get the secret of how to pass the levels and get the Philosopher's Stone from his mouth, then everything is worth it."

Immediately, the little witch's face was full of fanaticism that she could give everything for Rhine.

"Rhine, how much money does it cost to have tea, hold hands, and be with you?"

"As long as I can be with you, I'm willing to do anything."

Rhine's mouth curled into a smile, and he gestured with one finger.

"Not much, this number is enough."

The little witch was stunned for a moment, and then smiled even more.

"One Galleon?"

"Rhine, you are so naughty, so interesting. What is one Galleon? If it's for you..."

Then, Rhine shook his head, shaking his finger.

"Not one."

The little witch tentatively said.

"Then it's ten."

"That's nothing. It's worth it to have a cup of tea with you for ten Galleons."

Rhine shook his head again.

"Not ten?"

"Is it a hundred?"

"A thousand?"

The latest novels are first published!

"Wouldn't it be ten thousand?"

The little witch's expression changed slightly.

Rhine sighed.

"Time is money, and for a genius like me, time is even more precious than ordinary people."

"I'm talking about a mountain."

"Having tea is a mountain, physical contact like holding hands is a mountain, and taking me out to do some strange things is also a mountain."

Quirrell and Voldemort in the dark were a little confused.

A mountain?

When did such a unit appear in the wizarding world?

In the next moment, I saw Rhine gesturing seriously.

"A small mountain of bronze Knuts or an equivalent copper mine, and I'll have tea with you."

"A small mountain of silver Sickles or an equivalent silver mine, and I'll let you have physical contact."

"A small mountain of gold Galleons or an equivalent gold mine, and you can take me out to do some strange things."

Rhine said quietly.

"You can also tell your friends that I, Rhine Snow, have a clear price list, and I'm honest with everyone!"

"Okay, the free chat time I gave you is over. If you want to continue chatting, how about we add another hour?"

"Or should I just leave?"

At this time, Quirrell stuttered and said to Voldemort.

"Master, is he kidding?"

"No, is he made of gold? A cup of tea costs a mountain of bronze Knuts? No, at that price, he would have to be made of the Philosopher's Stone!"

Voldemort, however, showed a pensive look.

"No, I don't think he's joking."

"Remember what I said before, Rhine is considering marriage and wants to find a family that can provide enough benefits for himself, right?"

"Before, I was just guessing, but now, I can be sure."

"He also said that he can let other Slytherin little witches know this price. He is going to bid and sell himself for the best price, to find a family with the richest resources."

"Hmph, how could this little wizard be sorted into Gryffindor? He should be in Slytherin with such unscrupulous means!"

Speaking of this, Voldemort couldn't help but show a look of appreciation in his eyes, as if he saw himself in the past.

But the difference is that in the past, he sold his appearance in various ways, but it was to get treasures to make Horcruxes.

Rhine's approach is more sensible. Money, power, status, he wants everything!

Quirrell's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

"Master, you don't want to agree to his request, do you?"

Voldemort said proudly.

"Why not?"

"It's not easy to test Rhine's true face. This is a good opportunity to gain his trust and extract secrets."

Quirrell stuttered.

"But Master, our operating funds have been spent a lot."

"The remaining funds are not enough to have a cup of tea with him. That's a small mountain of copper ore!"

Voldemort also considered it seriously.

After a moment, he said decisively.

"As long as the mind doesn't slip, there will always be more solutions than difficulties."

"Quirrell, with so much life force injected, you can live longer, and your body is almost recovered, right?"

"I remember there are many mineral veins in the Forbidden Forest. You will have to work hard during this time, go mining."

Then, Voldemort added.

"Quirrell, you suffer first, and I'll take the blame for coaxing the little wizard."

"You shouldn't have any complaints now, right?"