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

Chapter 169: With such great merits, can one become a saint instantly? Hou Tu Niangniang!

Hogwarts Castle.

It was already dark, but the castle was brightly lit, with pumpkin lanterns and other decorations hanging everywhere.

In order to calm the fear left to the young wizards by the previous events, the atmosphere of Halloween this time is more intense than ever before.

Professor McGonagall put a lot of thought into this and gave each college sufficient funds to prepare the dinner.

"It's a pity that Lai Yin and the others are not here. They can't experience a dinner of this scale. It's such a shame."

"I don't know how the wizard chess game is going."

At this time, the dinner in the Hogwarts common hall had ended. Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall, both with smiles on their faces, were preparing to let the young wizards from each college return to the common room.

There, each college also has its own celebration.

But at this moment, Quirrell's frightened figure hurried into the auditorium.

He seemed to be terrified, gasping for breath, shaking uncontrollably, and screaming at Dumbledore.

"Dumbledore..."

"Rhine... dark magic..."

"I thought you knew!"

The public hall suddenly became quiet.

Dumbledore's face was full of astonishment, and he was about to ask Quirrell what was going on.

But the next moment, he felt his heart in his chest suddenly tremble.

The ominous premonition, accompanied by the palpitations of blood-related heartache, made Dumbledore's face become heavier than ever before.

The last time he felt this way was on the day of that unforgettable quarrel.

Dumbledore looked in a direction where his ominous feeling and palpitations came from.

Then Dumbledore disappeared.

At the same time, outside Hogwarts, in Hogsmeade village, inside the Hog's Head Inn.

Aberforth Dumbledore's glass shattered on the ground and he looked in the same direction.

Then he rudely kicked all the guests out.

"Closed, closed, the Hog's Head is closed today!"

Aberforth was in a state of confusion, clutching his wand and involuntarily wanting to rush in that direction.

But at this moment, in the portrait of Ariana hanging in his room, Ariana, who had always been gentle and shy, showed unprecedented anxiety and fear.

She huddled in the corner of the portrait, as if there was something frightening in the darkness around it.

"Brother, I'm scared!"

Aberforth suddenly came to his senses and gave up the idea of ​​leaving Ariana.

"It's okay, it's okay, Ariana, I'm always here, I'm always here."

But the ominous feeling that rose in his heart made Aberforth feel worse and worse.

"What the hell is going on?"

……

At this time, in the wizard chess venue.

Rhine's expression was solemn, and the refining method of the Judge's Pen in his hand kept changing. One after another, illusory restrictions were immersed in the vague outline of the Judge's Pen.

Along with the restriction being implemented, the ten souls that had previously flowed into the Judge's Pen also began to appear. Although the Judge's Pen was still blurry, its outline, especially the outline of the tip of the pen, gradually became clearer.

Rhine's eyes flashed with heat. He suddenly opened his mouth, bit his tongue, and sprayed out a golden blood mist.

"Give it to me!"

The next second, a faint black light condensed in front of Rhine, just like the cold light from the tip of the judge's pen.

The Judge's Pen has begun to condense, and the tip of the pen has already appeared!

Rhine's face was filled with ecstasy. The Judge's Pen represented the power of judgment in the underworld, and it could literally decide life and death for souls.

Even though only a little bit of the pen tip was revealed at this moment, its power in the way of soul was already astonishing.

Rhine held the pen in his hand, and it felt like he was holding a towering mountain.

This feeling made Rhine take a deep breath.

He does have magic weapons.

The Qingyun Purple Gold Crown is a treasure of fortune and has tremendous power.

But this is completely different from the Judge's Pen.

This pen is not only a magic weapon, but also a symbol of astonishing authority in the underworld.

Only the one who writes this can be said to truly represent the Judge of the Underworld!

Rhine could feel at this moment that there was also a underworld in the magical world, which was the world of the dead.

But unlike the orderly underworld in the ancient times, the underworld in the magical world has no underworld and no reincarnation.

The souls of the dead do not have an afterlife, but wander in the underworld.

But when the Judge's Pen appeared, a powerful wave echoed in the underworld.

The Judge's Pen was born. This pen could hold the power of judgment even in the ancient underworld, let alone in the underworld of this magical world?
A rule for judging souls was born in the underworld of the magical world!

All the souls wandering aimlessly in the underworld couldn't help but bow down and salute at this moment, as if they were worshipping the master of the underworld.

At this moment, Rhine's expression suddenly changed, and he looked up at the sky.

Purple-gold lotus petals fell in his sight.

A mysterious power was bestowed upon him.

"This is……"

"Merit?!"

"How can I gain merits from refining the Judge's Pen?"

Merit is rare, after all, it is something that countless powerful people in the prehistoric times dream of.

Even if one can accumulate great merits, it is not impossible to become a saint.

Hou Tu Niangniang transformed the world into reincarnation, allowing souls to be reincarnated and reborn, and became a saint with this great merit.

Nuwa created the human race, refined stones to repair the heaven and earth, and thus became a saint with her great merits.

Merit has such an effect that it naturally attracts countless powerful people to pursue it.

Rhine never imagined that he would gain so much merit by refining the Judge's Pen.

Although it is certainly far inferior to the great merit of being able to attain enlightenment and become a saint, it is by no means trivial. It is at least the merit of saving millions of lives!
If this merit is refined into a treasure, it can even be refined into a treasure of merit!
Then, Rhine's eyes showed a look of surprise and uncertainty.

"Could it be because the underworld in the magical world has no rules at all, and all the dead souls can only wander here, with no possibility of reincarnation."

"I refined the Judge's Pen and brought the rules of judging souls from the prehistoric times to the magical world. This meant that the underworld in the magical world also began to have rules from then on."

"It's no surprise that such an act would bring such a great amount of merit."

An idea that made his heart beat faster immediately emerged in Rhine's mind.

"What if I establish the underworld in the underworld of the magic world, or even imitate Hou Tu Niangniang and establish reincarnation?"

"This merit is so great, can it make me a saint instantly?!"

"Even if I can't become a saint, with such great merit, it's probably not impossible to create a merit treasure. That would be great!"

"Although this magical world is extremely poor compared to the primitive world, it does indeed still contain treasures!"

But before Rhine could come back to his senses from his ecstasy, chaotic words suddenly appeared on the system screen.

You have begun to wield the Judge's Pen and come into contact with the rules of the underworld.

[And so, from the deepest depths of the underworld, within the cycle of reincarnation, the gaze of the Queen Mother Hou Tu is fixed upon you!]

(End of this chapter)