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

Chapter 223 Seize the Day! Spread the Dharma Throughout the World! The Power of All Beings' Vows!

The following evening, at the Weasleys' Burrow.

Mrs. Weasley was busily waving her wand, casting her spells in the kitchen. Dishes were being served as if carried by an invisible hand, emitting fragrant aromas.

Although the youngest daughter, Ginny Weasley, is not yet in school, she is already very sensible and is helping to clear the dishes and table.

Mr. Weasley, who had just finished get off work, sat wearily in his chair reading the evening paper, trying to recover the energy that had been drained by a day's work.

Just then, the sound of an owl flapping its wings rang out.

Ginny quickly went outside and retrieved the mail that had just arrived from the mailbox.

She was quite surprised when she first got her hands on it.

The envelope is quite thick; it looks like it contains a lot of things.

Upon glancing at the signature again, Ginny's eyes immediately lit up with alarm, and she called out towards her home.

"It's a letter from Fred and George!"

"The envelope is very thick; there must be something inside!"

She held the envelope between two fingers as if it were a lump of burning charcoal, carefully placed it on the coffee table, and then quickly walked a few steps away.

It's no wonder she was so wary of the things Fred and George sent; the two brothers had a history of offenses.

Ginny still remembers the beautifully wrapped gift Fred and George gave her two years ago on the eve of her birthday.

When she opened it, she was shocked to find a clown doll jumping out of it, which almost made her faint on the spot.

From then on, Ginny was extremely wary of anything her two brothers gave her.

Especially when you see the two brothers' note on the envelope.

"Ginny, trust your brother's word. This is really something good, not a prank!"

Ginny sneered and kept her distance, showing absolutely no faith.

Mr. Weasley, on the other hand, felt helpless and deeply troubled by the situation.

"What tricks are Fred and George up to this time?"

Mrs. Weasley also hurried out of the kitchen, hesitated for a moment, then gritted her teeth and opened the envelope.

"If they dare to hide anything weird in the envelope, I'll send a shouting letter to Hogwarts tomorrow and teach them a lesson they won't forget!"

Fortunately, when the envelope was opened, what came into view was not some prank item, but a letter and a stack of papers with strange patterns.

Mr. Weasley breathed a sigh of relief, then looked on with curiosity and began to read the letters with Mrs. Weasley.

Mrs. Weasley frowned, as if she wanted to say something, after seeing that the two brothers had decided to take a break for a while to help Rhine manage the charm shop in Diagon Alley.

But Mr. Weasley took her hand and whispered.

“Molly, we all know that Fred and George are both very resourceful.”

"Although they have always been a bit mischievous, their grades have never caused us any worry."

"Also, I asked them about the prank items they made. They said they want to open a prank shop in Diagon Alley someday. That's their dream."

Mr. Weasley sighed.

“From this perspective, I feel that we have really neglected our children, who are all so outstanding.”

“Now there is an opportunity to get closer to their dreams. They only need to take a leave of absence for a period of time, and they have guaranteed that it will not affect their exam results. If the professors at Hogwarts agree, I think we should give them some support.”

Mrs. Weasley also looked somewhat conflicted.

"Arthur, I'm just wondering, is this really a viable option?"

"The Rhine that Fred and George mentioned, is the best friend Ron kept talking about in his letters, right? He's only a first-year student, and the fact that he's running a shop in Diagon Alley always makes me a little uneasy."

Mr. Weasley sighed.

“Molly, sometimes we have to admit that not all first year students are the same.”

"Dumbledore in his first year is probably more powerful than many adult wizards."

“Although I haven’t met Rhine yet, I can tell from Ron’s letter that he is an extraordinary little wizard who is destined to be recorded in history.”

"Besides, although we all know that Ron likes Wizard Chess and has talent, who could have imagined that he could actually become the Wizard Chess champion? We all saw it in the newspaper, and Ron told us in detail that it was all Rhine who helped him."

“I don’t think someone like that would make a decision on impulse. If he did it, he must have been confident of success.”

Mrs. Weasley nodded silently upon hearing this.

Ginny, who was standing nearby, heard their conversation and noticed the name Rhine that was mentioned repeatedly in the conversation, and her eyes also sparkled with curiosity.

With such high regard from her parents and such trust from her brothers, what kind of person is this little wizard named Rhine?

At that moment, her gaze fell on the stack of talismans inside the envelope.

Since it wasn't a prank by Fred and George, but rather a product they were planning to sell, Ginny couldn't help but show curiosity in her eyes.

She carefully picked up a talisman and saw that there was an instruction manual attached to it.

"This is a talisman called the Lesser Blazing Fire Talisman. The method of use is as follows—"

"Pinch it between two fingers, flick it hard, and say at the same time—"

"disease!"

The next moment, a ball of flame suddenly appeared in front of Ginny.

The Weasleys, who were still discussing the matter in the letter, were startled and their voices rose.

"Ginny?!"

They instinctively assumed that Ginny had unleashed her magic once again.

But that shouldn't be the case; Ginny will be entering Hogwarts in a year.

At this age, the possibility of a little witch experiencing a magical outburst should be extremely low. How could flames suddenly appear?

Ginny herself was startled.

But she soon reacted.

"It's this piece of paper, this thing called a talisman!"

"It allows me to cast spells and control fire!"

Immediately, Ginny pinched the small Fiery Talisman, her mind racing.

The small flame in front of her immediately and obediently transformed into various shapes in her hands, it was incredibly docile.

The Weasleys were stunned by what they saw, their eyes wide with horror.

"This thing... allows a young wizard who hasn't even started school to cast spells?"

"Spellcasting without a staff or incantation?!"

The two of them gasped.

Both are from pure-blood families and are senior members of the Order of the Phoenix; their strength is beyond doubt.

Mr. Weasley can transform Muggle cars into flying cars and create all sorts of magical items.

In the original books, Mrs. Weasley was able to defeat Bellatrix Lestrange in a one-on-one fight, which means she is definitely among the top three witches in terms of strength.

Their understanding of magic is extremely rare even in the magical world.

But Ginny's staffless spellcasting and her control over fire were things they all admitted they couldn't do.

It turns out this was all caused by a talisman?

The two were deeply shaken.

Simply uttering the incantation and then pinching and flicking it is enough to achieve this level of spellcasting.

This is something that could absolutely overturn the worldview of many wizards!
Is this the business that Rhine entrusted to Fred and George to manage?

The couple exchanged a glance, took a deep breath, and their expressions turned serious.

"First, they helped Ron become the Wizard Chess Champion, helping the kid find his direction in life, and now they're handing this kind of business over to Fred and George."

"That boy Rhine... our Weasley family owes him a debt of gratitude we can never repay!"

"Oh right, and I heard that Frank and Alice were discharged from St. Mungo's Hospital at the Longbottom's place. Although they still have some aftereffects, they have basically recovered. This seems to be related to Rhine as well."

The two sighed.

evildoer.

This is an even more monstrous genius than Dumbledore was back then!
Ginny ignored their exclamations, her eyes fixed on the flame before her.

When her brothers came home for holidays, they would often show off their magic to her, and she had been craving it for a long time, practically counting down the days until she could go to Hogwarts.

Now, she can also cast spells.

For Ginny, this was simply the best toy.

Moreover, she looked at the stack of talismans, which included small wind control talismans, small water control talismans, and the like.

With these talismans, she can also help Mrs. Weasley with the household chores!

"Fred and George, you've finally done something decent!"

Then, the sharp-eyed Ginny noticed that among the stack of talismans, several were specially wrapped up, with a slip of paper attached to them.

"The Small Vajra Talisman can increase the strength of certain parts of the body."

"Rhine said it was a gift for his father, and that his father would know exactly what to do with it once he saw it. He said this thing would definitely sell like hotcakes, but we have absolutely no idea what it's for."

"If Father finds it useful after trying it, he can help promote it at the Ministry of Magic."

"Also, we're really curious about what this thing is used for. Please write to us next time and tell us!"

Ginny, out of curiosity, read the contents of the note aloud.

Her eyes were also full of curiosity as she looked at Mr. Weasley.

"Dad, what's the use of this little Vajra talisman?"

"Fred and George have so many clever ideas, yet they don't know where the Little Vajra Talisman can be used. Why did Rhine say you would know it at a glance?"

"Do you know? Can you tell me?"

Upon hearing Ginny's words, the Weasleys were stunned, their expressions becoming extremely unnatural.

Mrs. Weasley's face even suddenly turned red.

Ginny looked completely bewildered.

"What happen to you guys?"

Then she was met with a scolding from the Weasleys.

"Alright, why are you so curious?"

"Do you have to get to the bottom of everything?"

"Children don't need to know so much about adult matters."

Ginny stared at them in disbelief, unable to believe that her parents would scold her for the Little Vajra Talisman.

She pouted, took a few talismans in a sullen mood, and went back to her room to ponder them.

After the Weasleys finished their meal in an eerie atmosphere, Mr. Weasley coughed twice.

"Cough cough..."

"I think it's necessary to try out the effects of the Little Vajra Talisman, Molly, what do you think?"

Mrs. Weasley rolled her eyes at him.

"You'd better pray it actually works."

"Otherwise, the toilet won't be able to save you this time."

Mr. Weasley looked flustered and silently prayed.

Fred, George...

Don't you dare mess with your dad!
Five minutes later, Mr. Weasley felt the effects of the small golden talisman take hold, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Molly..."

"I'm invincible!"

……

The next morning.

Inside the Ministry of Magic's "elevator," Mr. Weasley and several colleagues were on their way to their offices.

A hint of unease flickered in his eyes, but he couldn't help asking a few colleagues in the end.

Why are you all staring at me like that?

"Did I not shave properly today, or is there something dirty on my face?"

Several colleagues looked on with strange expressions and shook their heads one after another.

"No, no, no, Arthur, you look great."

"His face was radiant with health and he was full of vigor."

Did you sleep well last night?

Upon hearing this, Mr. Weasley raised an eyebrow and his tone became more animated, as if he were beaming with delight.

"Indeed, last night was probably the best sleep I've had in recent years."

"Haha, what a triumphant moment!"

His colleagues looked on in surprise, wondering what Mr. Weasley was referring to.

However, soon after the "elevator" opened and they arrived at the office, their attention was drawn to a male wizard who was covering his face.

The wizard had several obvious scratch marks on his face, clearly from fingernails, and he looked dejected, like a wilted eggplant.

Several colleagues looked on with sympathy.

"Is it this day again?"

"Oh, poor Delicious, his wife is too domineering."

“How can a man behave like this? He has no status at home. He needs to pull himself together.”

Just as they were whispering among themselves, Mr. Weasley seemed to have a sudden thought.

Did Fred and George get themselves involved in promoting charms within the Ministry of Magic?

This seems like an opportunity.

Immediately, Mr. Weasley went to the wizard named Dexter, handed him a small talisman, and whispered the talisman's effects.

Delilah's eyes widened, his expression one of disbelief and skepticism.

"Really?"

After Mr. Weasley winked and assured him of the talisman's effectiveness.

grunt.

Delisi swallowed hard, his gaze gradually hardening.

Immediately, he gripped the small Vajra Talisman and said through gritted teeth.

"Arthur, ask for leave for me."

"I'm going back to show that woman who's really in charge at home!"

"From today onwards, offense and defense are in different forms!"

Mr. Weasley, seeing Dexter's ecstatic expression, couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration.

The Little Vajra Talisman is truly a treasure for male sorcerers to enhance their status within the family and promote family harmony!
Then, his eyes lit up, and he suddenly thought of something.

Since we're going to help Rhine and his group promote their business, we should naturally deliver this little golden talisman to the people who need it most.

As it happened, Mr. Weasley was extremely popular within the Ministry of Magic. He knew a thing or two about everyone's affairs and their social standing within their families.

Even some directors of the Ministry of Magic are troubled by this kind of thing.

The most direct way to improve one's status within the family is, of course, to have a fierce and satisfying battle.

The small Vajra talisman can help them!
Mr. Weasley immediately left the office in a hurry.

……

Meanwhile, the herbalists who had previously interacted with Rhine also received a stack of talismans.

If other junior wizards had told them this, these masters would probably have thought it was a bad joke.

But if it's Rhine, he can even make ancient plants mature in a short time. What difficulty would it be for him to create an item that can be cast without magic?

The masters all tried out the effects of the talismans, and their eyes revealed expressions of amazement.

Each of them has a huge greenhouse, where various magical herbs require strict temperature and humidity control.

In the past, they had to rely on apprentices to carefully manage such matters, which required a great deal of manpower and resources.

Even for herbalists, maintaining the greenhouses they need is no easy task.

But now, after trying out the talismans provided by Rhine, they immediately discovered that the combination of the Minor Water Control Talisman, the Minor Fire Control Talisman, and the Minor Wind Control Talisman could easily regulate the climate in the greenhouse.

This is much better than the herbalist apprentice!
You don't even need to know magic; just summon a few Squibs and you're good to go!
Although the salary of a herbalist apprentice is not high, can it compare to that of a dud?

In particular, regarding the price of these talismans, as Rhine mentioned in his letter, they were priced as if they were everyday consumables.

Even if they had the Squib use talismans to maintain the greenhouse climate 24/7, they could still save nearly half of their expenses!

In no time, even the most decisive and efficient herbalists were already prepared.

Once the talismans can be supplied in large quantities, they will only keep a few of the most talented herbalist apprentices, and the others can be opened and replaced with duds!

"As expected of Lord Rhein, he makes a big move right away."

"This gift is truly a great present for us."

"In exchange, what does Lord Rhine want us to do?"

"Just to endorse his talisman shop? Easy! I've been looking for an opportunity to further cultivate my relationship with Lord Rhine!"

"I'll write to the Daily Prophet right now!"

……

At the same time, Nicolas Flamel also received a talisman from Rhein.

A deep shock was evident in his eyes.

He has been studying the restrictions that Rhine mentioned last time and has made some progress. However, the more he studies them, the more he feels that they are profound and complex and cannot be fully understood in a short period of time.

And now, Rhine has come up with this thing called talisman?
Is this little guy's inspiration inexhaustible?

Where does he get so many ingenious ideas?
Even Nicolas Lemaître felt a sense of frustration, something he had never experienced before.

He thought he had reached the pinnacle of alchemy, that he was the highest mountain and the longest river, and that he was invincible.

But now I find that there is still a clear blue sky above the mountain, and even though I am the ancient tree towering into the clouds on the mountaintop, it seems that I am still some distance away from the sky.

Even the longest river eventually flows into the sea.

He was invincible in the world, but he couldn't withstand an enemy from the sky!

How can this eleven-year-old wizard be so strong?!

However, when Nicolas Flamel saw that Rhine mentioned wanting to sell these talismans publicly, he couldn't help but write back to Rhine.

"Rhine, this is yet another groundbreaking creation of yours."

"But I still want to advise you to be cautious about selling it publicly."

"Such massive changes are bound to be accompanied by strong resistance and will divide up a large amount of interests. At first, some forces may not be able to react in time, but soon, the greater the change you initiate, the stronger the counterattack will be."

"Why not slow down and proceed gradually?"

"You are still young, and you have plenty of time to accomplish these great feats."

Shortly thereafter, Hermes delivered Rhine's reply to Nicolas Flamel.

“Master Nico, thank you for your suggestion. I understand that there will be some resistance to doing so, but I would like to respond to you with a poem.”

"So many things, always in a hurry."

"The world turns, time presses on."

"ten thousand years is too long, fight for now!"

Nicolas Flamel pondered for a long time, and a feeling of deep emotion welled up within him.

"Perhaps I've lived too long. Although my physical functions are still young, my heart has grown old."

"Young people are still full of vigor, but I have forgotten what it used to be like when I was sharp and outspoken."

A moment later, a look of determination appeared in Nicolas Flamel's eyes.

“Since Rhine wants to do it, I naturally have to help.”

"From now on, whoever wants to lay a hand on Rhine, just because of my name, will have to think twice."

"The name Nicolas Flamel still carries a certain intimidating power."

Soon after, a letter arrived at the Daily Prophet from Nicolas Flamel’s secluded residence.

……

this day.

In a unique community, a group of men and women are starting a fire and cooking.

They looked extremely strange.

Although dressed in a wizard's robe, they had no wand and relied on primitive methods to accomplish everything.

These people are all Squibs; this is a community where a bunch of Squibs gather.

These poor souls, rejected by the wizarding world and unable to integrate into the Muggle world, live a solitary life.

They thought this would be another gloomy day in their lives.

But soon, today's Daily Prophet brought them unexpected news.

The first person to discover this news was a boy named Hamilton.

He had only recently escaped from his home.

As a Squib and a pure-blood, his existence was driving his parents almost insane.

To cover up the fact that he was a Squib, Hamilton's parents faked his death and actually locked him in the house, forbidding him from leaving the house.

Not long ago, Hamilton found a chance to escape and ended up in this Squid camp, where he lived with these poor souls who shared his plight.

But every day, seeing the sorrowful middle-aged and elderly duds in the camp sighing and complaining about how unfair the world was to them, Hamilton felt a sense of despair.

He didn't want to live like this, getting drunk every day and drifting through life in a daze of complaints and hangovers.

He absolutely refuses to live like this!

There must be some way for him to acquire magic!

The others in the camp were well aware of Hamilton's thoughts, but they all shook their heads.

Who hasn't had this thought before?

But time will tell.

A dud is a dud; no matter how hard you try, you can't touch the magic in the slightest.

Just wait and see, Hamilton will soon shatter this unrealistic fantasy.

But at this moment, looking at the Daily Prophet delivered today, Hamilton let out a cry of ecstatic joy.

"A new discovery!"

"Someone has created an item that can help with spellcasting without magic. For just five copper nats, you can buy a talisman that allows you to control fire for a whole day!"

"It also says that more and more powerful talismans may appear in the future, achieving effects comparable to or even surpassing magic without requiring magic power!"

"I know, I knew it!"

Hamilton was almost in tears as he ran around the camp spreading the news.

But to his surprise and dismay, the others in the camp were indifferent and immediately made their own conclusions.

"it's out of the question."

"Don't even dream about it, Hamilton."

"It's just a lie."

Hamilton raised his voice.

"However, several herbalists have spoken out in the newspapers, confirming that talismans do indeed have miraculous effects."

"And Nicolas Flamel!"

"He said that talismans are a very magical and great creation, and he was fortunate enough to participate in them!"

“Nico Flamel, do you know him? The Philosopher's Stone? The master of alchemy at its pinnacle!”

But no matter what Hamilton said, most people in the camp were in a state of numbness.

This sent a chill down Hamilton's spine.

"Okay, whatever you do, you don't believe me, but I'm going to give it a try."

"Does anyone want my robe? It's from a pure-blood family, a top-quality robe!"

Soon, Hamilton, wearing only a thin shirt, gritted his teeth, and with twenty copper nut he had exchanged at the camp in his pocket, trudged off through the cold morning fog.

He was determined to witness it for himself and see if this so-called miracle was real or not.

Hamilton didn't know how long it took him to get to London.

Ignoring the surprised looks from passersby, he walked toward the Leaky Cauldron bar by sheer willpower and memory.

What made him somewhat relieved was that, although he was a Squib, he still had more magic power than a Muggle.

At least he can still see the Leaky Cauldron and sneak into Diagon Alley.

"That shop, the shop that sells talismans..."

Hamilton searched anxiously for that peculiar name.

A moment later, his gaze focused on an antique-style signboard.

"Wanbao Pavilion?"

"That's it!"

At that moment, the long queue outside Wanbaoge also startled Hamilton.

Many of these people are Squibs who, like him, have come from all over the magical world.

Most of them are relatively young and still have a desire to change their fate.

Clothed in long robes and concealing their faces, they stood in line with their heads bowed, as if accepting the judgment of fate.

Hamilton, feeling uneasy, joined the group.

Every minute and every second of waiting felt like torture on a fire, trying to burn away all his remaining courage.

About half an hour later, Wanbaoge finally opened its doors.

Two red-haired wizards appeared in Hamilton's sight.

"The Weasleys."

“Twins, these are the infamous prankster brothers—Fred and George.”

"They work at Wanbaoge?"

"Damn it, could this be a prank?"

Hamilton was in despair for a time.

Some of the duds in the team even started sobbing, too afraid to look at the scene ahead.

But a moment later, the people at the front of the line began to surge into Wanbaoge.

"I want the Little Vajra Talisman!"

A middle-aged male wizard wearing a hood had his face flushed red.

"Ten! Give me ten!"

"What? One purchase per person per day?"

"A small Vajra talisman costs twenty silver dollars?"

"Okay... It's much cheaper than potions. I've heard it's incredibly effective. You guys better not lie to me, or I'll be in big trouble tonight."

After the middle-aged male wizard left with the small Vajra Talisman, the next young man, wearing a hood, lowered his head and murmured.

"Give me a talisman, anything will do, the cheapest one."

"Five copper knuckles, right?"

He carefully counted out five copper knuckles from his pocket and handed them to the Weasley brothers.

Hamilton couldn't help but glance over from the back of the line.

Without needing to say more, he understood that this young man was one of his own kind.

To be honest, if he hadn't come here today, Hamilton wouldn't have known that there were so many Squibs in the wizarding world!

At this moment, everyone was looking at the young man.

The young man also took a deep breath, cold sweat beading on his forehead, and carefully followed the Weasley brothers' instructions, vigorously flicking the talisman.

"disease!"

The next moment, a stream of water appeared out of thin air in front of him, flowing around him.

The queue outside Wanbaoge fell silent instantly, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Hamilton was trembling all over, veins were bulging on his temples, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Suddenly, the excitement, elation, grievance, and repression in his heart seemed to find an outlet, transforming into a roar to the sky.

At this time, his actions did not attract much attention.

Because there are people like that everywhere in the team.

These desperate duds, they've waited too long, and now they finally see a ray of light piercing through the dark clouds of their lives!

Above the Wanbao Pavilion, Rhine watched this scene quietly, a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

These duds who were among the first to arrive here all had exceptional willpower.

If they can enter the Dao in the future, they will all be outstanding talents. Although their Dao heart may not be as good as Filch's, it will definitely be far beyond that of ordinary people!

At this moment, lines of text appeared on the system's light screen.

You established the Myriad Treasures Pavilion in the primordial world, selling opportunities for enlightenment to all races and beings of the primordial world at low prices.

Your actions can be described as spreading the Dharma throughout the world, benefiting all peoples.

You have earned the gratitude of the people.

Immediately afterwards, a strange light appeared in Rhine's eyes.

In the void ahead, wisps of energy, like smoke, converged toward him.

"This is……"

"The power of all beings' vows?!"

(End of this chapter)