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

Chapter 85 The Primordial Incarnation, the Figure of a Sage!

"Malfoy has indeed teamed up with Gryffindor; even Gryffindor is standing up for him."

"This time, let's go to Black Lake and deal with that Rhine. Let him soak in the lake."

The Slytherin Quidditch team members looked at Rhine and Harry chasing after them with disdain.

"Riding that beat-up broomstick, you think you can catch up with us?"

"Our team's brooms are the best of all four colleges."

"Control the speed, don't let them get too desperate."

At the same time, Harry also keenly noticed the difference in absolute speed between the two.

Flint and his men ahead slowed down, clearly intending to deal with them from the front.

Even with Harry's exceptional talent, his current flying skills are not enough to create a significant gap between him and the Quidditch players. Therefore, the performance difference in brooms is an insurmountable chasm.

"Rhine, it seems we can't catch up."

Harry shouted.

Malfoy, who followed behind, had a look of despair in his eyes.

But Rhine's expression remained unchanged, and his voice clearly reached the ears of the two.

"You follow me and eat my tail."

"Who says a broom can't fly slowly?"

Harry and Malfoy were both taken aback, but Harry, with absolute trust, immediately flew towards the back of Rhine.

Malfoy gritted his teeth and followed behind Harry.

Rhine narrowed his eyes and slightly activated his control over wind and thunder.

In an instant, the air that had been blocking their way seemed to bow down and submit to Rhine.

The wind is nothing more than a plaything in the hands of the Rhine, a subject who serves the king.

A gust of wind enveloped the formation; brooms wouldn't work, so the wind had to do its job!

Harry and Malfoy stared wide-eyed as the scene before them began to blur.

Fast, too fast!

The broom, which had already reached its limit, seemed to have taken some kind of tonic, and its speed was increasing wildly, with the surrounding scenery rushing past at an unprecedented speed.

Even the original bumps and instability are eliminated by the lift of the airflow.

Despite being a broom that had served the school for who knows how many years, it handled with the smooth, steady motion of a brand-new broom.

The distance between them and Flint and the others was rapidly shrinking!

Flint and the others looked back, their pupils suddenly contracting.

"How could it be so fast?"

At that moment, they were like a sports car on Mount Akina seeing an AE86 – utterly incomprehensible.

Flint and his group accelerated desperately and finally reached the edge of the Black Lake, but they had already been overtaken by Rhine and his group.

If the flying skills are similar, then it comes down to the performance of the broom.

And now, it's an alien world of offense and defense!

Malfoy, who had been tricked earlier, now flew past the Slytherin Quidditch players like a sharp sword, creating a gust of wind that made it difficult for them to open their eyes.

"I've had enough."

"Give me back my pendant, or I'll show you what happens when you anger Malfoy!"

But the Quidditch players continued to humiliate him.

"Coward Malfoy, pure-blood traitor, disgrace to Slytherin!"

Malfoy roared and flew diagonally upwards in front of a Quidditch player, throwing a powerful punch.

Boom!

The Quidditch player was hit squarely in the chin, his vision went black for a moment, and he fell off the broom.

Rhine casually cast a levitation spell, preventing him from falling to his death, but at least breaking both his legs.

At the same time, Rhine swung his staff, looking at the Slytherins with a gloomy expression.

"Like a leech, isn't it?"

"Looks like I'm still too gentle."

"This isn't over until I break at least a dozen of your bones!"

Immediately afterward, Rhine moved like lightning, weaving between the Quidditch players, knocking them off their brooms one by one to join them below.

In no time, Flint was the only one left.

Flint, his face contorted with panic, clutched the pendant and hurled it violently toward the black lake below, while he himself flew off in another direction.

Harry and Malfoy, like natural Seekers, instinctively flew downwards, chasing after the pendant.

Rhine then walked around to Flint's front, twirling his staff in a flourish.

"It seems your teeth aren't enough to leave a lasting impression on you, so this time, I'll try somewhere else."

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The next second, a barrage of stick shadows enveloped Flint.

Rhine only threw Flint off the bed like trash after breaking almost half of his bones in one go, ensuring he would be bedridden for the rest of the semester.

Then, without pausing for a moment, he turned and flew towards the lake.

Harry and Malfoy tried hard to grab the pendant, and they almost succeeded.

But without the help of the Rhine's strong winds, the school's brooms were too slow, and the two of them barely touched the pendant, watching helplessly as it disappeared beneath the lake's surface.

Malfoy let out a cry of resentment.

"No!"

But Harry had already realized something was wrong.

"Malfoy, we have to pull us up, or we'll crash into the Black Lake!"

Looking at the dark lake water below, Malfoy had no choice but to abandon his idea of ​​rushing into the water to retrieve the pendant. Like Harry, he struggled to pull up the broom, trying to straighten himself up.

However, such a high-difficulty maneuver is fine to do once in a while, but to do it several times in a short period of time is really too much for the old-fashioned staff that have served in the school for many years.

Both brooms creaked and groaned under the strain, carrying Harry and Malfoy erratically toward the bottom of the lake.

As they were about to sink into the Black Lake, the Gryffindors who rushed to the shore cried out in alarm.

At that moment, the Rhine swept past with a howling wind, creating a wave on the lake that steadied Harry and Malfoy.

The exclamations just moments before quickly turned into cheers and whistles.

The lion cubs were mesmerized; this was definitely the coolest and most thrilling air show they had ever seen.

But at that moment, Rhine paid no attention to the cheers coming from the shore.

His gaze turned toward the Black Lake.

His night vision allowed him to see through the dark lake water, enabling him to see far more than the average person.

Just now, he saw some kind of huge object flash by below.

That's understandable, after all, there are plenty of big fish and all kinds of creatures in Black Lake, so it's not surprising to find such a giant creature.

But the crucial point is that a message that caused a huge uproar in Rhine's heart has also appeared on the system screen.

While you were strolling around the Jade Void Palace, you were fortunate enough to witness a figure walking by, surrounded by a grand avenue.

[With a tall crown and wide sleeves, auspicious clouds descending, his face cannot be looked at directly—this is the incarnation of the Primordial Celestial Venerable, the figure of a sage!]

Chapter Four. It's almost midnight.

(End of this chapter)