I'm at Hogwarts, what the heck is this Primordial System?

Chapter 81 Cedric, Young Huang Tianhua (44)

Looking at the ancient badge in his hand, Rhein's eyes showed a hint of disbelief.

Does this thing bring good fortune?

Even if it's minuscule and not on the same level as the fortune that the great sects in the prehistoric world are vying for, it's still fortune, one of the rarest resources in the prehistoric world.

If an ordinary cultivator were to obtain a treasure imbued with auspicious energy, it would be considered a priceless treasure, greatly benefiting their cultivation.

For example, when facing a mortal enemy, one might be able to survive a near-death experience due to a sliver of good fortune.

When seeking a breakthrough, one might find an opportunity through this glimmer of luck.

If there were a corresponding weapon-refining technique, adding such an item imbued with luck could very likely result in the creation of a magical artifact that exceeds expectations.

Even quasi-saint level immortals and gods are obsessed with luck. Now that an item tainted with luck has fallen in front of Rhine, how could it not cause Rhine's heart to surge with shock?

This thing is definitely not ordinary; it has a very deep connection with the Longbottom family. They even brought out something like this to thank me, while I only gave Neville a push.

I really owe this person a huge favor!

Rhein carefully put the badge into his pocket.

Whether it was psychological comfort or his perception was truly that sharp now, he seemed to be able to detect some subtle changes.

Just as Rhine was sensing the item of luck, Neville opened another, more exquisite package, which contained the memory orb mentioned in the original work.

Neville also let out a cry of surprise.

"Grandma knows I'm always forgetful, so she got me a memory ball."

"Whenever I forget something, it turns red to remind me, like this..."

Neville caught the memory ball.

The next second, the memory sphere emitted a bright red light.

Neville froze, his face suddenly turning pale.

"What did I forget?"

"This is bad, it won't tell me what I forgot."

Rhine sighed inwardly as he watched this scene, which had appeared in the original work.

If it's Neville, even if he's not forgetful, he'll still glow red when he's holding a Memory Ball.

The reason is simple: he had been cursed with a forgetting spell, making him forget the cruel scene of his parents being tortured in front of him.

Rhine said something.

"Neville, it's fine if the Memory Ball isn't working."

"From now on, we'll check what you need to bring every day before you leave the dorm, and we'll also remind you when it's time to go to the greenhouse, so you won't forget."

"You have to help out with the herbalism homework for the guys in the dorm. Also, the little pumpkins Professor Sprout grows smell amazing. If you have the chance, bring us a few more to eat."

Neville immediately showed a grateful expression.

"That's wonderful!"

"I've been having nightmares lately about forgetting to go to the greenhouse, and I've woken up in a fright several times!"

But in his excitement, he lost his grip, and the memory orb fell to the ground, rolling erratically off the Gryffindor side of the long table.

Neville cried out in panic, clumsily chasing after the memory orb.

The Gryffindors who witnessed this scene all sighed and rubbed their foreheads.

Rhine also sighed.

Who would have thought that this clumsy little chubby boy would one day perform the skills of a "Gryffindor Sword Saint"?

Rhine waved his staff lightly.

"Memory ball flying in."

With his current magical power, casting the Summoning Spell is already an easy task.

Even the long-distance Summoning Charm that Harry demonstrated in the Triwizard Tournament, Rhine could do the same.

Of course, such a distance doesn't need to be that extreme.

The moment the Summoning Charm was released, the Memory Orb stopped rolling and slowly flew towards Gryffindor.

Neville finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But the next second, a hand firmly grasped the memory ball.

It's Marcus Flint, the Quidditch captain of Slytherin, the same guy who called Hermione a Mudblood and got his teeth knocked out by Rhine last time.

At this point, although his teeth had grown back under the magic, they were still a little leaky.

But this didn't make him look pitiful; instead, it made him even more deserving of a beating.

Flint squeezed the Memory Ball, shook it a few times, mimicking throwing a Quake, and laughed loudly.

"Longbottom, do you want me to give it back to you?"

"Then you have to say 'please' first!"

Neville glared angrily at Flint.

He remembered very clearly that when Hermione was protecting them behind her, it was Flint who attacked them with a curse.

If it weren't for Rhine, Hermione might already be injured.

"I'm not going to say 'please' to you!"

"I think you just want to experience what it feels like to have your front tooth knocked out again!"

Neville's offhand attack startled Flint.

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Wasn't the fat Longbottom the most cowardly and incompetent?

Why is it so aggressive?

"you!"

Before Flint could utter another curse word, Rhine had already swung his staff, increasing the power of the Summoning Charm.

"Memory Ball, come on!"

Instantly, Flint, caught off guard, felt a tremendous force coming from the memory ball in his hand, making him feel as if he were actually holding a Quake ball.

No, that's not right, it's the most domineering wandering ball!

Out of habit from playing Quidditch, he instinctively gripped the Memory Ball, which caused his entire body to be dragged and flown over.

As Rhine raised his staff, he asked the Weasley brothers.

"You're the batters, what's the standard Quidditch form for hitting the ball? Demonstrate it!"

The Weasley brothers' eyes lit up, and they jumped onto the table laughing, mimicking a hitting motion.

The next second, Rhine perfectly replicated the attack, slamming his staff into Flint's cheek once more. Flint's vision went black, and he slid away down the slippery floor, leaving only the memory orb in his hand behind, which Rhine then handed to Neville.

Quidditch commentator Lee Jordan also gave an impromptu commentary.

"A beautiful shot! Gryffindor player Rhine Snow knocks away the stray ball that was about to plunge into the crowd."

"Oh, what? Good heavens, he even got the Quaffle?"

"Shot! Goal! Gryffindor leads 10-0!"

A burst of laughter suddenly erupted in the Hogwarts Great Hall, followed by enthusiastic applause.

The applause was especially enthusiastic at the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff long tables.

The former goes without saying, while the latter is because Neville has been helping out at the Hufflepuff greenhouse recently.

For the little badgers who have always loved soil, herbs and are passionate about farming, those who enjoy farming are their own kind.

Moreover, Neville had been helping the older students clean their tools. The first-years couldn't handle Flint, but the older badgers weren't exactly defenseless.

Just as Flint was about to bully Neville, several Hufflepuff upperclassmen, including Cedric Diggory, had already drawn their wands.

Even if Rhine hadn't intervened, Flint would have been taken down by the curse by now.

Cedric raised his hands high in the crowd, looked in the direction of the Rhine, and mouthed a gesture.

"Beautiful strike! Looking forward to you joining the Gryffindor Quidditch team!"

Rhine paused for a moment, then gave her a friendly smile.

Another message appeared on the system screen in front of him.

During a campaign to control the rampant monsters outside Jade Void Palace, you encounter Huang Tianhua, a young cultivator from Jade Void Palace, who is full of praise for your skills.

Fourth update. Sorry for the late update today, I'll try to update earlier tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)