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

Seeing the information appearing on the system's light screen, Rhine gulped.

Even the blind system thinks this thing is an epic upgrade compared to the previous dung bomb?

Shaking the Nine Heavens above, shaking the Netherworld below, earth-shattering, gods and ghosts are all shocked...鈥?,"Just how perverted is this Giant Troll Dung Bomb that the system directly calls it the Nine Heavens Divine Lightning Thunderbolt!

Then, a smile appeared on the corner of Rhine's mouth.

銆怶riting this, I hope readers remember our domain name Taiwan Novel Network 鈫?饾棈 饾棎 饾梽 饾柡 饾棁 . 饾柤 饾棃 饾梿銆?,"Smearing this thing on Voldemort's face, I believe it will give Voldemort an unforgettable impression.

This fortune, isn't it going to ascend to heaven?!

Thinking of this, Rhine carefully carried the Giant Troll Dung Bomb and walked towards Hogwarts Castle.

He had already heard that after Professor Quirrell was hit by three dung bombs yesterday, the stench was overwhelming, and he had been in the faculty dormitory and hadn't come out, not even going to class.

It is said that some people have heard bursts of stench and retching sounds coming from the faculty dormitory, and from time to time, there are screams.

It seems that Quirrell is not only disgusted enough, but even Voldemort is extremely angry, venting his anger on Quirrell.

At this moment, a strange color appeared in Rhine's eyes.

"No one has seen Quirrell today, presumably he is still in the faculty dormitory."

"This is also good, the closed environment can give Quirrell and Voldemort the ultimate enjoyment, and can also avoid accidental injury to others as much as possible."

Immediately, Rhine cast a Disillusionment Charm on himself, while activating the Conceal Aura talent, and walked towards the faculty dormitory area.

Quirrell was currently lying weakly on the bed.

Although he had rushed back to the dormitory as quickly as possible yesterday, the lethality of the three dung bombs was still too strong, penetrating the large turban he was wearing.

Quirrell had never seen such a furious Voldemort, even at the cost of wasting precious power, he repeatedly cast the Cruciatus Curse on him three times.

If he wasn't still useful now, I'm afraid Voldemort would have even had the heart to use the Killing Curse.

Having to endure the Cruciatus Curse, and having to quickly wash the clothes and turban, and having to constantly cast Cleaning Charms at Voldemort's request, and having been chased madly by the three-headed dog on the fourth floor after being fed medicine, Quirrell felt that he was simply too unlucky.

Thinking carefully, all of this seemed to have started from the duel between himself and Rhine Snow on the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

No, thinking back again, on the day of the attack on Gringotts in Diagon Alley, he seemed to have seen Rhine Snow too.

The master's plan seemed to have been ruined by this little wizard!

Ever since the first time he saw him, everything had gone wrong!

Quirrell gritted his teeth.

"Smelly little Mudblood, Gryffindor's little giant, wait, when the master makes a comeback, he will definitely deal with you properly!"

At this moment, the weak Quirrell was immersed in fantasy, not noticing that his door had been silently opened a crack.

As for Voldemort, because he had consumed a lot of power under the rage, and was really disgusted enough, he always felt that there was something that hadn't been washed clean, and he could still smell the stench, so he simply fell into a deep sleep.

Rhine, who used the Conceal Aura talent in conjunction with the Disillusionment Charm, was not discovered at all.

He quietly placed the Giant Troll Dung Bomb next to Quirrell's pillow, set off a detonation magic, and then burst out with the fastest speed of his life, fleeing towards the distance.

A gust of wind suddenly blew in Quirrell's room, shaking the door.

Quirrell was stunned for a moment.

"Didn't I close the door properly?"

"That's right, these past two days I've always had to wash clothes and ventilate, maybe I was negligent."

"I can't stand the cold now, I have to close the doors and windows properly."

Immediately, Quirrell struggled to get out of bed, closed the door, and locked the window tightly, then he breathed a sigh of relief.

But soon, Quirrell sniffed the nose that had been tormented by the stench for the past two days, and his face suddenly turned green.

"Where does this smell come from?"

"Why is it so smelly?"

"Why is the smell getting stronger and stronger? Is there something I haven't washed clean?"

The stench also alarmed Voldemort.

"Quirrell, what are you doing?"

"Why haven't you washed it clean yet, you waste, why is it still so smelly!"

Quirrell quickly quickened his pace.

"Master, it shouldn't be, I have clearly washed it clean, let me find it, I feel like I'm getting closer and closer to that stench."

As he spoke, Quirrell walked towards his bed, and his gaze suddenly fell on the Giant Troll Dung Bomb beside his pillow.

Looking at this thing, Quirrell was stunned for a moment.

When did this thing get put on my pillow?

Until the next second, Voldemort's terrified voice came out.

"Quirrell? Quirrell...鈥"

"Run!!!"

But in this second, the detonation magic countdown reached zero.

The Giant Troll Dung Bomb, exploded suddenly!

Rhine, who had already run out of the faculty dormitory area, breathed a sigh of relief.

"I should be out of the range of the Giant Troll Dung Bomb's impact, right?"

But at this moment, an unimaginable stench swept out from the faculty dormitory area, impacting everything along the way.

The portraits in the corridor were stunned for a moment, and then ran wildly from their frames towards the distance.

Those magically enchanted armors, which could have stood there motionless like sculptures for hundreds of years.

When this stench swept past, they all jumped up, the armor clanging, and jumped straight down from the tower, just to get away from this stench as soon as possible.

Even several floors above, the professors and students in those classrooms that were in class suddenly froze.

The students by the window, their faces turned green.

"Holy crap ( 写 銆?) ! ! !"

"Did the cesspool explode? ! !"

Then, several students by the window fainted directly from the stench.

This stench even reached the owlery at the top, causing the owls inside to flap their wings wildly, flying away from the castle without looking back.

Dumbledore also rushed out of the headmaster's office, his face livid.

He swore that he had seen enough dark magic in his life, but none of the dark magic could compare to the lethality of this stench.

Relying on the headmaster's authority, Dumbledore quickly locked onto the culprit.

"Rhine Snow did it, and the Weasley brothers were involved...鈥"

"What exactly did you do?!"

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Half an hour later, in the detention room that Hogwarts hadn't used for hundreds of years, Rhine and the Weasley brothers finally saw Dumbledore's furious side.

"Using giant troll dung to make prank props, how dare you, how dare you!"

He even rarely swore.

"What the hell did you add to the giant troll dung?"

"How can it be so smelly?!"

When the Weasley brothers proudly said a series of stench-enhancing and spreading formulas, the veins on Dumbledore's forehead bulged.

"As the headmaster of Hogwarts, I now announce that all of your formulas will be regulated as Class One Dark Magic items."

"Also, you are now forbidden from approaching the area of the public restroom, if I find you brewing dung again, I guarantee, really, I guarantee to hang you in the detention room myself!"

On Rhine's system light screen, bright red words were frantically refreshing.

銆怸our Nine Heavens Divine Lightning Thunderbolt successfully hit the incarnation of the Taoist Duobao, in this instant, the Nine Heavens shook, exploding in the Jade Void Palace銆?,"銆怓rom the Nine Heavens above to the Netherworld below, countless immortals and gods were distraught under this sound, blood rain fell from the sky, and the prehistoric world was shocked銆?,"銆怲he Antarctic Immortal also moved for it, bluntly saying that the Nine Heavens Divine Lightning Thunderbolt has too much power, hurts the heavens and is not tolerated by the earth, people of the Chan Sect must not prepare this thing again in the future, otherwise they will be expelled from the sect銆?,"Rhine himself shivered.

This Giant Troll Dung Bomb is indeed too terrifying.

Even if he achieves great accomplishments in the future, if he encounters this thing...鈥?,"Run, he still has to run, Rhine absolutely doesn't want to be contaminated with a shred of this thing, this belongs to a large-scale biochemical weapon!

Fortunately, this Giant Troll Dung Bomb didn't know what Quirrell and Voldemort had experienced, a fortune more concentrated than the previous few times enveloped Rhine.

The extent to which he can melt the talent is not far away.

If he can't throw dung bombs, why not throw a pot of biting cabbages at the back of Quirrell's head?

That would definitely be enough!

Thinking of this, Rhine asked Dumbledore.

"Headmaster, Professor Quirrell...鈥s he alright?"

Dumbledore showed a look of horror and pointed to the Black Lake outside the castle.

"He's soaking in there."

"We have to buy more fish fry after the Black Lake."

At this moment, in the Black Lake, Quirrell was soaking in the lake water with lifeless eyes.

Bubbles were bubbling all around, and one dead fish after another floated on the surface of the water.

In his mind, Voldemort had become calm from anger, with only bone-chilling killing intent.

"Rhine Snow, it is this naturally evil Gryffindor brat."

"I swear, this is the first time in my life that I have hated someone more than the old honey badger Dumbledore!"

"Quirrell!"

Quirrell quickly came back to his senses.

"Master, did you call me?"

Voldemort's voice was cold.

"You, you go kill Rhine Snow for me, he must pay the price for what he has done!"

"Huh? Quirrell, why aren't you talking?"

Quirrell recalled the scene of being beaten violently by Rhine in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Although he didn't use dark magic, but Voldemort personally went up, and he didn't seem to have beaten Rhine either.

Now he wants himself to kill Rhine?

"I...鈥"

"Me?"

"I'm going to fight Rhine Snow?"

"Master, shouldn't you reconsider?"