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

Chapter 219 One Talisman Reaches the Heavens, Fearless Before Gods and Demons, Suppressing All Laws!

Sensing the sudden change in the world, Rhine's eyes revealed deep astonishment.

If what he was drawing at that moment was the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Talisman or the Samadhi True Fire Talisman, then Rhine felt that it was reasonable for it to cause a change in the world.

After all, such talismans are capable of making even a Great Luo Golden Immortal tremble.

But what he was drawing right now was just a simple Heart-Cleansing Talisman. Even though the Five Villages Temple's talisman-making skills were extraordinary and the Heart-Cleansing Talisman he drew was exceptional, it was still the most basic talisman.

How could it cause the heavens and earth to change color, and also cause the sounds of ghosts wailing and gods howling?
These extraordinary phenomena are comparable to the legendary scene of Cangjie creating characters.

However, a moment later, Rhine held his breath and focused.

Regardless, let's finish drawing this talisman first.

Immediately, his fingertips danced wildly, his brushstrokes flowing like dragons and snakes, as he dipped his own blood, which was comparable to that of a god, into drawing patterns on the dragon's skin.

Finally, a wisp of Yuan Hai power flowed and poured into this Qingxin Talisman.

In an instant, a pure and ethereal light shot into the sky.

The thunder and howling of ghosts in the sky suddenly ceased, replaced by lotus flowers formed from accumulated merit descending.

A portion of it fell onto Rhine, making the already extremely dense golden light of merit on Rhine even more intense.

The other part fell into this purifying talisman.

In the blink of an eye, the entire talisman emitted a golden light, transforming into a golden talisman.

Rhine's eyes showed amazement.

"This is……"

"A Golden Talisman of Merit?!"

This is recorded in the talismanic practices of Wuzhuang Temple.

The Merit Golden Talisman is born from the merit bestowed by Heaven and Earth, and its power is extremely profound.

Even an ordinary Fiery Talisman, once transformed into a Merit Golden Talisman, not only increases in power but also regenerates itself and can even continuously advance, with the potential to become a Samadhi True Fire Golden Talisman!

However, there are very few of these merit talismans in the entire prehistoric world. They are almost all in the hands of sages. Even Zhen Yuanzi only knew of their existence but never possessed one.

Rhine never expected that his first time drawing a talisman in the magical world would be such a coincidence, turning this Mind-Cleansing Talisman into a Merit Talisman.
He felt a pang of regret.

"If I had known this would happen, I should have tried to draw the strongest talisman I currently know—the Heavenly Thunder Talisman."

"If the Heavenly Thunder Talisman can become a Merit Golden Talisman, given time, it might even be able to advance to the Nine Heavens Divine Firmament Thunder Talisman. Once it strikes, even a Great Luo Golden Immortal would have to retreat!"

But after a moment, Rhine shook his head.

"Having obtained a merit talisman is already a huge bargain, so why do you still have so many unrealistic desires?"

"Furthermore, the Purification Talisman can be infused with the merits of heaven and earth, creating a merit golden talisman. Perhaps this is also the will of heaven in the dark."

Rhine narrowed his eyes.

The Purifying Talisman excels at clearing away delusions and resisting inner demons.

In the magical world, inner demons run rampant and madness is everywhere.

The blood of wizards carries the aura of the Great Old Ones, and the more ancient and powerful a wizard is, the closer they are to madness.

If they had a calming talisman before they went mad, it might have pulled them back from the brink and given them a better chance to resist their madness.

Even if the Tranquilizing Talisman could be widely adopted, the madness in the magical world could be curbed to some extent.

The progress of the resurgence of the Old Ones and the return of the ancients may be delayed as a result.

Perhaps this is why the Heart-Cleansing Talisman is so favored by Heaven and Earth.

If this is the reason, then it makes sense that drawing talismans by oneself would cause the heavens and earth to tremble and ghosts to wail.

Magic and madness have always gone hand in hand; the more magic one uses, and the more powerful that magic becomes, the closer one gets to madness.

However, talismans can produce effects similar to spells without requiring any magic power.

This is a path that offers hope for the magical world to break free from the constraints of magic and the bloodline of the Great Old Ones!
Thinking about this, Rhein felt a sense of sudden enlightenment.

"It seems that runes are indeed very useful in the magical world."

Then, Rhine went all out and drew one after another low-level talismans such as the Divine Speed ​​Talisman, Vajra Talisman, and Fiery Talisman.

This time, no more merits were bestowed, and no merit talismans were created.

However, Rhine didn't care. Instead, he looked at the talismans with a satisfied expression.

"Although it's just a low-level talisman, its effects are far superior to many magic potions in the magic world, and it has no side effects whatsoever."

"By sticking a few talismans on your body and activating them in a specific way, you can instantly turn an ordinary person into a well-rounded warrior. Most Aurors probably couldn't even beat these few talismans!"

After drawing these talismans, Rhine felt that his understanding of talismanic magic had become more profound.

"In this way, the original drawing of the Heavenly Thunder Talisman had a 60% chance of success, but now it has an 80% chance."

"With my luck also on my side, it's practically a piece of cake."

Thinking of the power of the Heavenly Thunder Talisman, Rhine's heart stirred.

Unlike these low-level talismans, these are truly masterful talismans that have reached a high level in talismanic arts, with power surpassing many spells.

Although it can't compare to Rhine's own methods, it has the advantage of not consuming resources during battle and being able to prepare a lot in advance.

If dozens or even hundreds of Heavenly Thunder Talismans were unleashed, that would be a formidable technique!
In addition, the Heavenly Thunder Talisman is a simplified version of the Nine Heavens Divine Firmament Thunder Talisman. Drawing more Heavenly Thunder Talismans is very beneficial for comprehending the Nine Heavens Divine Firmament Thunder Talisman.

Without hesitation, Rhine used all the remaining materials he had on hand to draw the Heavenly Thunder Talisman.

……

Meanwhile, in the castle keeper's office.

Filch was anxiously searching through his letters.

His correspondence course in basic magic should have sent the letter directly to his office today, which is usually the time of the week.

But no, he had searched high and low, looking in every corner of the office, but he couldn't find his letter anywhere.

Filch's heart sank.

Was the owl delivered to the wrong place?
This might be possible elsewhere, but at Hogwarts, the likelihood is extremely small.

Moreover, since everyone taking the introductory magic correspondence course is a Squib, and no one wants anyone to know about it, the owls are very careful when delivering messages, so it's impossible for them to make a mistake.

"Then there's only one possibility..."

Filch's face turned pale.

“Someone came into my office, saw my letter, and took it away.”

"It must be those little wizards who like to play pranks!"

Filch staggered twice and nearly fell to the ground.

In the wizarding world, Squibs are extremely stigmatized. If a wizarding family produces a Squib, it is a disgrace to the entire family.

And he, Aston Filch, was unfortunately the disgrace of the wizarding family.

Both my father and mother are wizards. Although our family is not as prestigious as the Twenty-Eight Pureblood Families, it is still quite well-known.

But then he became a dud.

Filch will never forget the look on his parents' faces that summer when he didn't receive his Hogwarts acceptance letter!
From that year onward, the gossip and pointing fingers from relatives made it impossible for me to hold my head up in the family, and I could only desperately try to escape everything from the past.

But where could he possibly escape to?

He also mustered up the courage to apply for a job at a shop in Diagon Alley.

But after they found out he was a Squib, no one was willing to give him a job.

It wasn't until later that a kind shop owner took him in and put him in charge of the shop's cleaning.

Filch thought he could stay there forever, but his good fortune didn't last long. The strange looks and pointing from the customers made him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles.

A noble witch who brought a little boy to the store had a drastic change in expression upon seeing him and angrily berated the store manager for his intentions.

"Let a Squib work in the store?"

"You mean well, but I don't want my child to have any contact with duds. Who knows if duds are contagious?!"

Then, the noble witch covered her child's nose, as if the air itself reeked of stench, and walked out of the shop without looking back.

And so, the job that Filch had worked so hard to get was once again easily taken away because of the word "squish".

From that day on, he lived in a daze, like a walking corpse.

Until Dumbledore found him and offered him a job as a castle caretaker.

That was something Filch could never have imagined!

Hogwarts, the temple of magic, is a place where a Squib like him isn't even qualified to enter.

But now, is he able to work inside?
From that day on, Filch devoted himself wholeheartedly to his duties, doing everything he could to stay at Hogwarts.

But countless nights, he still had the same nightmare.

In his dream, Hogwarts students and professors covered their noses, their eyes filled with mockery, silently planting one Squib after another label on his heart.

He was sleeping less and less; rather than risk having that nightmare, Filch preferred to stay up all night staking out the students who were out at night.

Perhaps in this way, I can better fulfill my responsibilities.

Perhaps in this way, I can stay at Hogwarts forever.

But today, when he realized that the letter about his elementary magic correspondence course, which would expose his Squib identity, had been discovered and taken by the young wizard, the fear that had been with him for so many years suddenly gripped Filch's heart.

I'll be kicked out of Hogwarts!

Filch strode out of the office, frantically trying to find out who had taken his letters.

He had to get the letter back before the news got out!
But as soon as he left the office and walked to the end of the corridor, Filch saw a scene that chilled him to the bone.

Someone copied his letter and posted it at the end of the corridor.

A group of young wizards were watching and laughing there...

At this moment, the barriers between the four colleges seemed to have disappeared.

Indeed, Filch was arguably one of the most hated people in the castle. Perhaps Snape was also hated, but he was the Headmaster of Slytherin, a Potions Master, and a powerful wizard.

What is Filch?
He was merely a castle keeper, not a professor.

If he could previously rely on the young wizards' fear to deter them from going too far, now even that last bit of intimidation is gone.

Filch knew all too well what kind of beings the young wizards were.

They are no different from any other child.

At around ten years old, they are at the age when they are most adept at praising the powerful and belittling the weak.

When they discovered that Filch was a weak Squib, inferior to them, Filch was destined to lose control of them.

Just like now, they have discovered Filch approaching, but instead of scattering in fear as usual, they burst into even louder laughter.

Someone suggested having a party in the castle tonight.

How's the academy battle going?

"Use all sorts of fireworks and paintballs to fill the entire corridor with ribbons!"

"Wouldn't that be inconvenient? For example, what about cleaning?"

"What's the big deal? A few cleansing spells should be enough."

"unless……"

"Someone doesn't know the cleansing charm!!!"

Another burst of laughter erupted, and the young wizards were practically doubled over with laughter.

Filch, unusually, did not reprimand him again.

He was completely distraught, and returned to his office with his head down, then locked the door tightly.

It's over, it's over.

He couldn't stay at Hogwarts any longer.

Even though Dumbledore wanted him to stay, Filch was well aware that he couldn't control these young wizards and was no longer competent for the job.

Filch sobbed softly, then burst into laughter, followed by a frenzied string of curses.

He hates.

He is jealous.

He loathed it.

Why is this world so unfair?
Why is it that even though he put in a hundred times more effort and dedication than these junior wizards, he still couldn't master magic?

And these fools, oblivious to their own happiness, are recklessly wasting their time here!

Why are they so careless in making the hallways dirty and leaving marks on the walls of Hogwarts, which they cherish so much?
They don't understand, they don't understand anything at all!

After venting his anger, Filch looked blank, as if his soul had been ripped out.

He calmly opened the drawer and took out the iron chains that he had used to scare the young wizards many times by saying he would hang them up.

But in reality, this blood-stained chain has never been used to suspend any young wizard.

Perhaps in the end, it will only hoist up a dud.

Filch threaded the chain onto the rings and then slowly tightened it around his neck.

……

In front of Rhine.

A stack of talismans, faintly shimmering with purple lightning, was neatly piled up.

There are a total of twelve materials for the Heavenly Thunder Talisman. Eleven have already been completed, and now we are on the last one.

After completing the first few drawings, Rhine had already mastered the art of drawing the Heavenly Thunder Talisman.

This last one is just a hair's breadth away.

But at that moment, his heart skipped a beat, the lightning paused, erupted on the last piece of material, and was then erased by Rhine.

At this moment, Rhine didn't care about the failure of this last Heavenly Thunder Talisman, but instead suddenly looked at the prompt on the system screen.

There's also the increasingly blurred relationship with the gatekeeper of Yuxu Palace.

"This is……"

"Something's happened to Filch?!"

At this moment, Filch's vision was gradually blurring.

He knew there was no magic to save him.

Hogwarts has protective magic for young wizards, so unless they encounter something too outrageous, it's rare for them to be in mortal danger at Hogwarts.

But Filch, despite having spent so many years at Hogwarts, never truly belonged there.

Hogwarts' protective magic will not protect him.

He will hang himself quietly in this office.

"That's good, at least we won't have to live in fear anymore."

"In the world of the dead, there's probably no difference between a Squib and a wizard."

At this moment, Filch's only regrets were about his cat, Mrs. Loris, and Rhine.

“The little wizards here all hate Lady Loris. Luckily, there’s Rhine. If I die, Rhine will probably treat her well.”

"It's a pity I haven't said goodbye to Rhine yet. This little guy is probably my only human friend..."

Filch slowly closed his eyes, awaiting death.

But the next moment, the iron chain suspending him suddenly snapped.

Filch was lifted up by a gentle force and landed on the ground.

He opened his eyes blankly, and there stood Rhine's figure.

Rhine was looking at him seriously.

Filch felt a sudden sense of helplessness and whispered.

"Rhine?"

“Listen, listen, I didn’t mean to do it this way.”

He laughed to himself.

"Everyone already knows that I'm a Squib."

“You don’t know what those little wizards are like, but I know them all too well.”

"They're already planning a party tonight, and they're not afraid of me, the dud."

"I can't stand working at Hogwarts anymore. The meaning of my life has completely disappeared."

At this point, Filch's eyes reddened.

"I really have no reason to live."

"To be born a dud, that is my sin!"

After a moment of silence, Rhine suddenly reached out his hand.

“Mr. Filch, have you forgotten that I once told you that one day I could give Squibs the opportunity to cast spells?”

"Before you choose to end your life, you should at least talk to me."

"Don't you trust me at all?"

Filch looked at the stack of talismans spread out in Rhine's hand, his eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment.

"what is this?"

Rhine whispered.

"This is the path I'm giving you."

"If the path of magic is blocked, then let's try another path."

Immediately, Rhine placed a fire talisman in Filch's hand, pried open Filch's finger, and dripped a drop of blood onto the talisman.

The next moment, Filch's eyes suddenly widened.

He seemed to be able to sense it.

This talisman contains power, a blazing power!

Immediately afterward, just as he had dreamt countless times, Filch subconsciously activated the power he had fantasized about countless times.

This time, it's not a dream.

A ball of fire burned fiercely in his hand.

Filch stood there, opening his mouth but unable to speak.

Trembling, only trembling.

As if knowing what he was going to ask, Rhine explained softly.

"This piece of paper is called a talisman."

"I will teach you the Way, which is called the Art of Talismans."

“Talismanic arts are not magic, but they are better than magic.”

"It can do what magic can do, and it can also do what magic cannot do."

"If you take it to the extreme..."

"With a single talisman, one can reach the heavens, fear neither gods nor demons, and suppress all laws!"

(End of this chapter)