aircannonsinc Chapter 128: A sword flashes thirty thousand miles away! You must hold on!
Chapter 128: A sword flashes thirty thousand miles away! You must hold on!
Quirrell's face revealed a smug smile.
After experiencing the dark magic used by Voldemort last time, his dark magic level had also greatly improved.
With careful calculation against carelessness, he didn't believe he couldn't kill Rhine by making him fall.
But at this moment, Rhine frowned.
The 'Benefit-Seeking and Harm-Avoiding' talent from Lucius Malfoy made him feel a strange sensation, as if someone was trying to play tricks on him from behind.
At the same time, a new message popped up on the system.
【On the eve of the Sect Competition, you suddenly feel a chill down your spine, sensing a deep malice firmly locking onto you, it is the incarnation of the Treasure Taoist!】
【Last time he used demonic fire, but you luckily escaped and ascended to heaven, but he himself suffered a loss of vitality. With his vengeful nature, and suspecting that you already know his identity, how could he let it go?】
【Taking advantage of this Sect Competition, he will strike again, this time vowing to crush you to pieces!】
【System reminder, plans have changed, although cultivation requires competition, preserving your life should be the priority. It is recommended that the host withdraw from the Sect Competition!】
But Rhine was first stunned, and then his eyes lit up.
Quirrell wants to attack him again?
This is great!
Rhine had previously fused a wave of talents. The 'Five Elements Reversal Returning Origin Sea' talent was awesome, but it directly returned all the accumulated virtue he had saved for so long to before liberation.
Now that Quirrell wants to attack Rhine during the Quidditch match, it means that he will finally appear in Rhine's sight.
A smile appeared on the corner of Rhine's mouth.
As for the system's suggestion to give up the Sect Competition, Rhine ignored it completely.
Quirrell is delivering food to his door, if Rhine still gives up, it would be too disrespectful to Quirrell.
And after a moment, scarlet letters refreshed on the system's light screen.
【Your Dao heart is as firm as iron, saying—】
【My Dao is only for competition, how can a few thorns on the road make me retreat?】
【With the Great Dao in front, even the incarnation of the Treasure Taoist is only for competition!】
【Truly a born seed of cultivation, worthy of being the material for Dao heart invincibility evaluated by the guarding immortal, Antarctic Immortal Weng】
Rhine was speechless for a moment, ignoring the crazy system, and instead pondered how to ruthlessly farm a wave of virtue from Quirrell and Voldemort during the Quidditch match.
Attacking Quirrell directly would be too obvious, what method would be better?
Then, Rhine looked at the book on Halle's desk, and saw a copy of "Quidditch Through the Ages".
"Halle, where did this book come from?"
Halle said.
"Oh, this book, Hermione lent it to me before, it's very interesting."
"Do you know, Rhine, there are seven hundred kinds of fouls in Quidditch matches, and they all appeared in a World Cup match in 1473!"
"Merlin above, I was stunned when I saw it, it is said that the game lasted for three months!"
While Halle was saying this, Rhine's eyes lit up a bit.
"Seven hundred kinds of fouls?"
"Let me take a look!"
Immediately, Rhine picked up this "Quidditch Through the Ages" and opened the rules detailed section, which accounted for more than two-thirds of the book.
In addition to the rules that almost everyone in the magical world knows—seven official players per team, one goalkeeper, two beaters, three chasers, one seeker, throwing a quaffle scores ten points, the seeker wins an extra one hundred and fifty points after catching the golden snitch, the game only ends when the golden snitch is caught…
There are also more detailed foul rules that cannot be seen in the original book, such as deliberately colliding, maliciously elbowing, taking flying potions before the game, and so on.
But Rhine quickly discovered a loophole.
Although there are regulations here that a beater maliciously injuring the audience with a bludger will be counted as a foul, as long as the bludger is not hit directly at the audience, but the bludger flies over by itself, it is not counted as a foul at all, and can only be considered bad luck for the audience.
There have been many such accidents in history, where rampant bludgers have broken into the stands, hitting and even killing unlucky spectators.
A smile appeared on Rhine's face.
Quirrell has been so unlucky recently, he was struck by lightning not long ago, this is Quirrell that happened in full view of everyone.
Compared to being struck by lightning, being hit in the back of the head by a bludger doesn't seem like a very strange thing, right?
【In order to deal with the incarnation of the Treasure Taoist, you borrowed an ancient book from Nezha, hoping to escape from the hands of the incarnation of the Treasure Taoist with this】
【However, the Treasure Taoist has profound accomplishments, and no secret method can work on him, let alone with your weak cultivation, even if you have a powerful secret method, it is difficult to exert it】
【But even if there is a glimmer of hope, you are unwilling to give up】
【The road ahead is long and full of wind and frost, you are determined, your mind is immersed in the secret method, vowing to open the way in the wind and snow!】
……
Three days passed in a flash.
This day, Hogwarts was very lively, and the restaurant was filled with the tempting smell of grilled sausages during breakfast.
Everyone was looking forward to an exciting Quidditch match, even the deans of several colleges brought telescopes for watching the game.
Halle had already put on a full face of makeup early in the morning, and put on the same school uniform as her mother back then.
Compared to his nervous performance in the original book where he couldn't even eat, having experienced the three-headed dog, the devil's snare, and the biting cabbages, although Halle was very much looking forward to it, he was not so nervous to that extent.
He was eating sausage while looking at his lip glaze in the makeup mirror to see if it had faded, and he also waved to Snape.
"Professor, cheer for me!"
Snape stared at Halle blankly, as if relieved.
He hated the jock James Potter the most, but if it was jock Lily Evans, then it would be perfect!
Merlin above, thank God, Halle is participating in Quidditch in women's clothing, as expected, he is different from that gorilla James!
And when it was eleven o'clock, it seemed that all the teachers and students of the school came to the surrounding stands, and the seats were simply raised into the air.
On the Gryffindor stand, a huge banner was pulled up, with the words Rhine and Halle must win written on it.
Below, there was also a very large Gryffindor lion drawn, and Hermione used magic to make the lion seem alive, as if cheering for the Gryffindor team.
At the same time, Rhine and Halle were already changing into bright red team uniforms in the locker room.
It is worth mentioning that George, who was originally the beater, was replaced by Rhine, and the two beaters became Rhine and Fred.
As for the reason why George was replaced…
He tried to make another giant dung bomb, but was put in detention by the extremely angry Professor McGonagall, and even the Quidditch game was banned for him.
"It's okay, Rhine, we've all seen you play, your action of hitting Flint was extremely beautiful, just hit it like that, beat the Slytherins hard!"
Rhine showed a smile.
"Don't worry, I will beat the old seniors of Slytherin violently, beat them so hard that they dare not come to the Quidditch field again!"
Wood and the others all laughed loudly, and even the three chaser girls laughed happily.
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And in the laughter, as the process was completed, Madam Hooch blew her silver whistle vigorously.
Fifteen flying broomsticks, including the two teams and the referee, of which a total of eleven were the latest Nimbus 2000, took off at the same time and rose high into the sky.
In the front row of the stands, Quirrell's eyes were full of excitement.
He has the best view here, without annoying ribbons or banners, he can concentrate on watching Rhine and maintain the curse.
In a while, he will let Rhine fall down and be smashed to pieces!
But when Quirrell was watching Rhine, Rhine's sight also swept over Quirrell.
A strange look flashed in his eyes.
At this moment, a black bludger roared past, trying to knock Gryffindor's chaser Angelina Johnson off her broom.
She grabbed the quaffle at the beginning, which attracted the attention of the bludger.
But the next moment, Rhine waved the bat in his hand.
This thing is definitely not as good as the ancient magic wand in terms of texture, but under the play of Rhine's stick skills, it can be said that there is no beater in the entire Quidditch history who knows hitting better than Rhine!
Dimensionality reduction attack from the prehistoric era!
This bludger disappeared in an instant.
Angelina whistled loudly.
"Beautiful!"
Commentator Lee Jordan on the sidelines also exclaimed.
"Perfect hit, Gryffindor's beater Rhine Snow, made a beautiful hit, the bludger was hit so hard that it disappeared, just like the last time he hit Flint and that group of annoying Slytherin players so hard that they couldn't participate in this game—"
"Okay, sorry, Professor McGonagall, but I still have to say, this is an objective fact."
"Let's get back to the game…"
"Whoa, wait, wait, what's flying over?"
"Bludger, it's the bludger that was hit, it's flying towards the stands!"
"Its target is…"
The next second, the unprepared Quirrell was heavily hit in the ribs by the bludger, making a cracking sound.
I'm afraid two ribs are broken.
Quirrell's eyes went dark, and his face was full of grass mud horse expressions.
"Isn't it?"
"I was struck by lightning before, and now I'm hit by a bludger again?"
"Is there any mistake? Why do these unlucky things happen to me?!"
But after staggering, Quirrell still covered his ribs and cast a healing spell on himself, staring at the sky.
"I can't go."
"It's all Rhine, it must be this annoying little wizard, it's him who made me so unlucky."
"Today I must kill him, if you have the ability, let the bludger kill me, otherwise I will never leave!"
Lee Jordan cheered.
"Look!"
"Professor Quirrell who was hit by the bludger, he must have broken his ribs, but he put a healing curse on himself and continued to watch the game!"
"The great Quidditch spirit, the tenacious Professor Quirrell!!!"
At this moment, Rhine looked at Quirrell who refused to leave, and felt a wave of virtue falling on him, and his face also showed joy.
Good, keep it up!
Professor Quirrell, you must persist for a while!
On the system's light screen, new information was refreshed at this moment.
【The Sect Competition begins, you take the stage first, your arrogant figure attracts attention, and then—】
【You actually take the lead in attacking, pointing your sword at the Golden Immortal possessed by the Treasure Taoist!】
【Uncle-Master, please accept this move!】
【As soon as the voice fell, the sword energy was vertical and horizontal, a sword light cold for three thousand miles!】
3k chapters. I really can't stay up anymore, continue tomorrow.