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

Chapter 178: The Hehuan Sect's Methods? I want you to help me practice!

After a long while.

"It's over."

"My reputation, my honor, gone, all gone."

Voldemort, who fears nothing but Dumbledore in his life, is filled with despair.

Quirrell, a pawn he never looked up to, has truly taught him a lesson today.

This is…

You really eat unicorn poop?!

Even now, Quirrell wiped his mouth, and sucked down the filth he wiped off a few times before nodding in satisfaction.

"I feel it, there is vitality flowing in my body."

"It is indeed unicorn dung, the effect is really good, I can live a little longer."

"But it's not enough, it's not enough, even raising a dog can poop a lot in a day, unicorns are so big, they can't poop less than a dog, right?"

"Since I found it here, I can definitely find more unicorn dung nearby."

"Eating one mouthful is eating, might as well eat a few more, otherwise wouldn't it be a loss?!"

Immediately, Quirrell burst out with extreme enthusiasm, trying to find a fresh pile of unicorn poop in the Forbidden Forest again.

Voldemort's pale face turned ghostly green.

"Quirrell, you…"

Voldemort sighed and took back the scolding that was about to come out of his mouth.

Facts have proved that as long as you are crazy enough, crazy enough to dare to eat shit, Voldemort will also fear you.

"Quirrell, forget it, don't look for it, I have a better way to gain vitality."

Quirrell was stunned for a moment, then suddenly gritted his teeth.

"Why didn't you say so earlier?"

"You deliberately wanted to watch me eat shit, didn't you?"

"No, I have to eat a few more mouthfuls and let you smell it too!"

Voldemort let out a frenzied roar.

"Damn it!"

"Quirrell, how dare you?!"

"I'm sorry, I apologize, is that enough?!!!"

…

Inside the Slytherin common room.

The original prefect, Flint, leaned on his crutches and limped back to the single dormitory belonging to the prefect.

Ever since he repeatedly targeted Leian before and tried to lure Leian to the Black Lake, but was interrupted by Leian with dozens of broken bones, he had been lying in St. Mungo's Hospital.

It wasn't until recently that his condition finally recovered enough to return to Hogwarts to study.

But obviously, his "deeds" had already made him a laughing stock.

Especially in Slytherin, where there is no such thing as unity, Flint felt nothing but ridicule and mockery everywhere.

In the past, he could still use his fists and wand to teach those who dared to mock him a lesson.

But now, it's good enough that he can walk to class, no one fears him anymore.

Even the Slytherin Quidditch team has completely fallen into the control of Draco Malfoy, and he has been directly removed from the team.

As for the rights of the prefect, they have basically been replaced by Draco Malfoy.

It can be said that apart from this single room, Flint has nothing left, and even his former girlfriend has already found a new love during this time.

His expression was gloomy, and his resentment was extremely strong. As soon as he came back, he slammed his fist on the pillow.

"Damn Mudblood!"

"If it weren't for you, how could I have fallen into this situation?"

If Leian were here now, Flint's anger and resentment would probably make him use the Killing Curse.

Just after Flint vented for a while, he saw a pink envelope on his bedside table.

Flint was stunned for a moment. Although his brain was often ridiculed as being similar to a troll's, he didn't think he would use a pink envelope.

Then, Flint's brain turned at an unprecedented speed.

"Wait, that is to say, someone stuffed this into my dormitory while I was away?"

"Pink envelope, it must have been a witch who stuffed it in!"

Flint exerted all his imagination, and even the anger in his heart was temporarily suppressed by the rippling spring love and pride.

So what if he was temporarily frustrated?

Even without the rights of a prefect, I still have a handsome appearance and the heroic appearance of once fighting in the Quidditch arena.

There must be countless little witches who like me, who didn't dare to approach me because I was too dazzling, and now they have mustered the courage to confess to me.

Flint's mouth cracked open.

If this little witch looks okay, then it's not impossible for me to give her a chance.

Immediately, Flint opened the pink envelope.

Inside was a blank piece of paper, but just as Flint picked it up, elegant handwriting appeared on the paper.

"Hello, I'm sorry, I'm really too shy, so I can only talk to you in this way."

"Your handsome appearance has long been deeply engraved in my heart. I can't help it, I really can't help it, I think of you every night."

"Can you talk to me?"

In Quirrell's office, Voldemort controlled the body and scribbled expressionlessly on the letter paper.

Quirrell's eyes showed surprise.

"Master, you are so good at it."

Voldemort's face darkened, and he said coldly.

"This is to extract life force from the students, to allow us to survive until we obtain the Philosopher's Stone."

"This is a necessary sacrifice!"

Quirrell said playfully.

"But why do I always feel like you are very skilled?"

"Master, haven't you done this kind of thing before?"

Voldemort's face turned even darker.

In the past, it could be said that seduction was his ultimate secret weapon.

Relying on seduction, he obtained the diadem and the goblet, as well as many, many additional benefits.

But the people who knew about the past were basically cleaned up by him, and he also vowed that anyone who knew this secret would definitely die.

But now, even if Voldemort hated it so much that his teeth itched, he did not scold or punish Quirrell.

There was no way, he had to rely on Quirrell's body now.

And Quirrell, after eating unicorn poop once, had simply let himself go.

Voldemort had no doubt that if he continued to punish Quirrell, Quirrell could live in the Forbidden Forest and live on unicorn dung!

Voldemort didn't want to stimulate this lunatic who even ate shit anymore.

He would rather talk about some explicit things with Flint now.

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"Come on, kiss me, I can feel your kiss."

"Do whatever you want, imagine it, I will help you."

Voldemort skillfully wrote these ambiguous words.

And in the prefect's dormitory, Flint's face was flushed, his breathing was rapid, and the brushstrokes were flying quickly.

"You are so slutty."

"But I like it!"

"Come on, baby, let me catch it!"

After a long while, Flint gasped for breath and fell on the bed like mud.

Then a wave of fatigue surged, causing him to fall into a deep sleep involuntarily.

But even when he was sleeping, he couldn't help but let out a lewd laugh, obviously this pre-sleep exercise made him feel very comfortable.

At this time, Quirrell also called out.

"I feel it, life, life force is passing over!"

Voldemort frowned, looking at the words that Flint asked him to catch, a chill ran down his spine, and he shook his head frantically, trying to shake these words out of his mind.

His voice was cold.

"The quality of Slytherin students now is really too low."

"In addition to Flint, there are many students who received the letter paper and started writing on it."

"Hmph, have they ignored such basic common sense? They don't even need a real little witch to throw themselves into their arms, they fall for a letter, this is the worst Slytherin I have ever seen!"

But at this moment, Voldemort suddenly paused, his breathing became rapid, as if he had thought of something.

"I have it!"

"I have it!"

Quirrell suddenly shivered.

"What?"

"It works even through the letter paper?!"

Voldemort took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to cast ten thousand Killing Curses on Quirrell.

"I mean, I have a way to deal with Leian Snow, to get from him how to approach the Philosopher's Stone."

Quirrell quickly said.

"I have heard this many times, and every time it's bad luck."

"In my opinion, that little wizard Leian is too evil, don't bother him."

Voldemort's mouth curled into a mocking smile.

"I admit that Leian Snow's magical strength is indeed surprisingly strong."

"But he is, after all, an eleven-year-old wizard who has already entered puberty."

"If you let a charming little witch approach him and please him in every possible way, perhaps you can ask how to get the Philosopher's Stone when he is elated."

"You can even figure out where his magical strength comes from!"

Hearing this plan, Quirrell's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Seduction?"

"This seems to have a chance of success!"

At the same time, Leian had just brought Hermione and the others back to Hogwarts.

When Voldemort and the others were plotting against him, Tianji had already sensed it when he was testing his talent.

Leian raised his eyebrows, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

Voldemort and Quirrell are plotting against me again?

It seems that the Nailhead Seven Arrows Book was too light, I have to continue it these days.

Immediately, Leian saw lines of words appearing on the system light curtain again.

[The incarnation of Taoist Duobao has suffered losses in your hands many times, his Taoist heart is shaken, but he is unwilling]

[He suddenly had an idea that it is human nature for young people to admire beauty, and love tribulation is also a tribulation that cultivators often encounter]

[As the saying goes, even heroes have a weakness for beauty, since your Taoist heart is invincible, then if you first use love to shake your Taoist heart, and turn this refined steel into a soft finger?]

[So the incarnation of Taoist Duobao decided to find a female cultivator of the Joyous Union Sect to approach you, and must make you infatuated!]

Leian was stunned for a moment.

Good fellow, if you can't beat me with force, you're going to play dirty, right?

Seduction?

Methods of the Joyous Union Sect?

Who are you looking down on?

How can my invincible Taoist heart be shaken by a female cultivator of the Joyous Union Sect? At least ten or eight of them must come, right?

Black silk, white silk, flesh-colored silk, maid, shouldn't these all be arranged?

Only in this way can there be a challenge, otherwise an invincible Taoist heart will crush everything, and it will not have the effect of tempering.

If you know what's good for you, find a few more to help me cultivate!