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

Chapter 182: Suffering for Qi Luo, I will bear the blame

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

"He relented?"

"He's relented!"

"Hahaha, I thought Rhine Snow was full of surprises, but I finally found a loophole!"

There was confusion in Quirrell's eyes.

"Owner……"

"But it seems to me that Rhine is more concerned about the extra money than having tea with the little witch."

As soon as these words were spoken, Voldemort sneered.

"Quirrel, you Ravenclaw nerd, have you never been in love?"

"Hmph, let me tell you, when faced with temptation, people always tend to make excuses for themselves, even a genius wizard like Rhine is no exception."

"He must be facing a conflict between Gryffindor and Slytherin, but he's also somewhat tempted by the little witch's invitation. He's struggling with this dilemma, so he's setting a seemingly unreasonable condition. But this is just an excuse for his restless heart."

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

"Degeneration will follow."

A strange look flashed in Voldemort's eyes.

He has absolute confidence in persuading others and leading them to fall into depravity.

After all, from the thousand-year-old ghost and the seventy-year-old lady to the ignorant little witch, weren't they all under his control?

And recently, those little wizards from Slytherin College, haha, he used a few tricks to make them all addicted to "online dating".

You can collect countless vitality every day. Although it is a bit shameless, it is much more cost-effective than looking for unicorns!

Voldemort just couldn't believe that he couldn't control the love-struck Rhine?
Immediately, the little witch who was looking at Rhine with admiration showed a look of surprise on her face.

"Really? You want to have tea with me?"

Rhine smiled.

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

The little witch stepped forward, a step closer, and stared straight into Rhine's eyes. There was a hint of boldness and shyness in her eyes.

"How about we go somewhere no one knows?"

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

Rhine said happily.

"Okay, that's fine."

The little witch was overjoyed and tapped her five fingers together, trying to hold Rhine's hand, but Rhine dodged her.

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

"Are you serious about moving away?"

"I just wanted to touch your hand. I was too abrupt..."

"Yeah, you're so outstanding, how could you possibly be interested in a humble little witch like me? I'm just overthinking it..."

Rhine waved his hands repeatedly.

Voldemort, who was controlling all this in secret, had a confident expression on his face.

No one is better at playing with people's feelings than me, Voldemort!

How about this, Rhine Snow? Can you bear to see the little witch who worships you so sad and lost?
You already feel guilty, you feel sorry, come on, let's hold hands, that's enough.

But the next second, Rhine explained.

"Drinking tea is one price, having physical contact is another price, and asking me out is another price."

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

"You can't get it for free."

Quirrell's eyes flashed in the dark, and he spoke to Voldemort again.

"Master, why do I think this Rhine is a scumbag? He wants to get money from the little witch?"

"Why do you keep talking about money? There's no emotion at all."

Voldemort was silent for a moment, then explained.

"Quirrel, this is what you don't understand."

"A wizard as talented as this cannot be judged by common sense."

"He wants money and power. With his talent and strength, is it difficult to get them?"

"Why would he ask a little witch for these?"

"This can only mean one thing..."

"Rhine Snow is already considering marriage. He's open to dating, but he must find a family of equal status that can provide him with sufficient resources. That's why he made this request."

"Isn't it just money? As long as I can get close to Rhine Snow and get him to tell me how to pass the level and get the Philosopher's Stone, then everything will be worth it."

Immediately, the little witch's face was filled with enthusiasm, as if she was willing to give everything for Rhine.

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

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

Rhine raised a smile and gestured with a finger.

"Not much, this number will do."

The little witch was stunned for a moment, then her smile widened. "A gold Galleon?"

"Rhine, you're so naughty, so funny. A gold Galleon is nothing. If it were you..."

Then, Rhine shook his head and wiggled his fingers.

"Not one."

The little witch said tentatively.

"That's ten."

"That's nothing. Ten gold Galleons for a cup of tea with you is totally worth it."

Rhine shook his head again.

"Not ten?"

"That's a hundred?"

"A thousand?"

"It can't be ten thousand, right?"

The little witch's expression changed slightly.

Rhine sighed.

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

"I mean one."

"Drinking tea is one, holding hands and other physical contact is one, and asking me out to do something weird is another."

Quirrell and Voldemort in the dark were a little confused.

One?
When did this kind of unit appear in the magical world?

The next moment, Rhine was seen gesturing seriously.

"A hill of copper nut or its equivalent in copper ore, and I'll have tea with you."

"One silver Sickle hill or its equivalent in silver mines, and I'll let you touch me."

"A small hill of Galleons or a gold mine of its equivalent, and you can ask me out to do something weird."

Rhine said softly.

"You can also tell your friends that I, Rhine Snow, have clear prices and I'm honest!"

"Okay, the free chat time you were given has run out. If you want to continue chatting, how about we add another hour?"

"Or should I just leave?"

At this time, Quirrell stammered to Voldemort.

"Master, is he kidding?"

"No, he's made of gold, isn't he? He's asking for a copper knut just for a cup of tea. No way, for that kind of price, he must be made of the Philosopher's Stone!"

Voldemort, on the other hand, looked thoughtful.

"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 sufficient benefits?"

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

"He also said that he would let the other little Slytherin witches know about the price. He wanted to bid for himself and get the best price, so that he could find a family with the most abundant resources."

"Humph, how did this little wizard get sorted into Gryffindor? He's so unscrupulous, he should be in Slytherin!"

At this point, Voldemort couldn't help but reveal admiration in his eyes, as if he saw his former self.

But the difference is that I used to sell my body in various ways just to get treasures to make Horcruxes.

Rhine's approach seems more sensible. He wants money, power, and status.

Quirrell's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

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

Voldemort said proudly.

"why not?"

"I finally managed to find out Rhine's true identity. This is a great opportunity to gain his trust and extract his secrets."

Quirrell stammered.

"But Master, our operation funds have already been consumed a lot."

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

Voldemort also considered it seriously.

After a moment, he said firmly.

"As long as your thinking doesn't slip, there are always more solutions than problems."

"Qiluo, with so much vitality injected into you, you can live longer. Your body has almost recovered, right?"

"I remember there are many mineral veins in the Forbidden Forest. You should work hard during this period and go mining."

Then Voldemort added another sentence.

"Quirrel, I'll let you suffer for a while. At worst, I'll take the blame for deceiving the young wizard."

"So you won't have any complaints, right?"

(End of this chapter)