I'm in Hogwarts, what the hell is the Honghuang system?

Chapter 166: Ten Thousand Souls Banner? The Judge Arrives, the Netherworld Bows!
At this time, Rhine and his group were on their way to the wizard chess competition venue.

Rhine suddenly saw bright red words appearing on the system screen.

[You, Nezha, Lei Zhenzi, and others left Yuxu Palace to travel. How could the incarnation of Duobao Taoist miss such a good opportunity?]

[This time, to ensure that nothing could go wrong, he sacrificed blood to all living things, slaughtered thousands of souls, refined a Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and even set up a Soul-Slaying Formation.]

[In the distant sky, a faint red light and a thick black aura filled the underworld. Ten evil spirits, slaughtered and soul-sucking by the incarnation of Duobao Taoist, wailed and howled, selecting their prey.]

[This formation is extremely formidable. Host, please change your path quickly, or you will inevitably become a ghost in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner!]

There was a hint of strangeness in Rhine's eyes.

Quirrell still refuses to give up. He doesn't even try to get the Philosopher's Stone while I'm away, but insists on killing me outside Hogwarts?
But what method did he use to make the system determine that he even had the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and the Soul-Slaying Formation?
But after a moment, Rhine looked at the description on the system screen and his heart moved slightly.

It seems that Quirrell's arrangement should be related to the soul?
A smile appeared on Rhine's lips.

If it were anything else, he might need to be more cautious.

But in the soul...

Rhine looked at the Judge's talent inherited from Bloody Baron, the blessing of the underworld, the destruction of souls and spirits, and the method of refining the Judge's Pen, and his smile grew even wider.

In this magical world, the Primordial Judge is simply the ruler of the underworld and the nemesis of souls.

Dealing with yourself spiritually?

The refining of the Judge's Pen requires the infusion of souls, and Quirrell has done it for himself, so of course Rhine is more than happy to have it!

Immediately, Rhine did not slow down at all and continued to fly towards the venue on his flying broom.

Bright red words flashed continuously on the system's light screen. Seeing that Rhine could not be persuaded and went straight to the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and the Soul-Slaying Formation, another line of words appeared on the light screen.

The host looks at the distant Soul-Slaying Formation, which is shrouded in ghosts and has a spooky aura, and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, which was formed by the slaughter of countless lives, with a determined gaze.

[If it's a training, then one should overcome numerous difficulties and dangers, and avoid things that bring disaster to the people. Then what is the training for?]

If I can see the Ten Thousand Souls Banner wreaking havoc and remain indifferent, then my heart of truth is not enlightened.

[The Way of Heaven is not to be feared, the saints are not to be followed. My Way is stronger than the Way of Heaven, and my method is stronger than all methods. This time, I want to see if the Ten Thousand Souls Banner can allow me to have a heart of Tao, and if the Soul-Slaying Formation can bring my soul to its knees!]

Soon, Rhine and others arrived at the venue of the wizard chess competition.

The venue was not very big, there were not many spectators, and even the number of staff was not large.

After all, it was just a small-scale wizard chess competition, far less grand than those championship matches.

But this was enough to make Ron nervous, as he had never participated in such a formal competition since he was a child.

In the past, I only played wizard chess with people around me, but now I have to face wizard chess players from the entire British wizarding world.

Ron even heard some contestants mumbling in some unknown language, like French or German. There were also contestants from other wizarding circles participating!

His palms began to sweat.

Fortunately, Ron felt more confident when he thought that Rhine and the others were right behind him.

Since Rhine said that his level is already very good and winning this kind of small competition is not a problem, then there will definitely be no problem.

What Rhine said is not wrong!

After taking a deep breath and calming himself down, Ron stepped into the venue and faced his first opponent.

At the beginning of the game, Ron was still a little nervous.

But after a few moves, Ron's mood soon relaxed.

The opponent's strength is very average. Not only can it not be compared with myself after Rhine training, but even compared with my former self, I am inferior.

In just ten minutes, Ron took down the opponent's king and waited for his next game.

In the subsequent matches, he hardly encountered any decent resistance. In one round, his opponent even gave up and he was given a bye.

In a dreamlike scene, Ron discovered that his next game would be the final.

As long as he wins this game, he will be the champion!

Not only would he be able to obtain an astronomical sum of gold Galleons, but it would also be the first time in his life that he would be stronger than others and not be overshadowed by his brothers.

No matter how much he tried to control himself, Ron's heart was beating wildly. He walked towards the final chessboard involuntarily and sat on the covered side of the chessboard.

At this moment, Rhine shifted his gaze away from the staff members who were obviously under the control of the Imperius Curse.

It was obvious that Quirrell had assigned some of the tough ones to another group, and the ones left for Ron were just runners-up to make up the numbers.

Otherwise, although Ron also has the strength to reach the finals, the process will definitely not be so smooth.

"So Quirrell's goal is to ensure Ron makes it to the finals?"

"The most likely arrangement he made would be..." "Chessboard!"

At this moment, after Ron took his seat, a staff member suddenly pulled open the curtain covering the chessboard.

A chessboard that was different from all the previous ones emerged. The dark chessboard made of unknown material was covered with dried blood. Every chess piece seemed to be stained with blood, emitting an ominous aura that made people shudder when they saw it.

Ron's eyes showed shock and fear. Just as he was about to get up and leave, he found that the world was spinning in front of him.

The next second, he felt the chessboard become extremely real.

Each chess piece grew larger and looked at him with sinister and malicious eyes.

When he turned around again, he found that his body was sitting outside the chessboard.

It seemed as if his soul was attracted by the chessboard and entered into the chess game!

“This…what the hell is going on?!”

The sudden change caused everyone present to burst into an uproar.

At this time, Quirrell was screaming in the backstage of the venue, pinching his throat.

"Oh my god, this is a dark wizard chess game where one's life is at stake. It hasn't appeared in the wizarding world for many years!"

"Once you enter the Dark Wizard Chess, you must meet the conditions and win in order to survive."

Along with Quirrell's scream, ten blurry figures appeared on the dark chessboard.

Ten identical chessboards appeared in front of Ron, and opposite each chessboard sat a gloomy soul.

Quirrell's mouth was filled with a malicious smile and exaggerated screams.

"Ah, so the condition is to defeat the souls of ten chess players in a row?"

"Wait, I recognize them! These are all renowned wizard chess champions!"

"The eight-time champion is in there too!"

"It's over, it's completely over now. How could a little wizard possibly defeat them? Who will save us..."

Quirrell originally wanted to encourage Rhine to enter the chessboard to save Ron.

In this way, Rhine will also be dragged into the dark game.

No matter how strong Rhine's magical skills are, it does not mean that he can achieve great accomplishments in wizard chess, let alone defeat ten top chess players.

He must die!
What Quirrell didn't expect was that before he could even call out for anyone to save Ron, he saw Rhine appear on the other side of the chessboard.

Without any hesitation, Rhine sat down in another seat.

Quirrell was stunned when he saw this.

No, you don't even think about it?
Is it so easy to let Rhine fall into the trap?

Voldemort's sneer echoed in his mind.

"This is Dumbledore's education, the so-called education of love."

"Even a young wizard as talented as Rhine Snow was poisoned by the so-called love. Otherwise, if he had lived, his achievements would have been unimaginable."

"But now, it's over, it's all over..."

Quirrell was very excited. He picked up the glass and drank the champagne in one gulp.

Steady!

But at this moment, Rhine, who was sitting opposite the dark chessboard, had a sneer on his face.

He could feel a suction force coming from the dark chessboard, as if it wanted to suck his soul and spirit into it.

That tiny suction force was like an ant trying to shake a tree for Rhine's soul.

If Rhine doesn't want to, even if this dark chessboard is ten times stronger, it will not be able to shake him at all.

"But you're in such a hurry to see the Judge of the Underworld. This is the first time I've heard of a soul being so courageous."

"Since you want to play, I'll play with you."

Immediately, Rhine followed the suction force, his soul left his body, and he stepped onto the dark chessboard.

A majestic figure stepped onto the chessboard, and instantly a dark chaos unfolded, as if the ruler of the underworld had descended.

Then, in Quirrell's wide-eyed eyes, the many sinister blood-stained chess pieces on the dark chessboard, the ten strange figures sitting on the chessboard, after Rhine entered the game, turned out to be—

They all bowed their heads, like subjects greeting an emperor?!

(End of this chapter)