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

Chapter 89 The Killing Curse, the Changed Plot

As the mermaid chieftain's figure disappeared into the Black Lake, Rhine's eyes revealed a look of satisfaction.

The two talents he received from the merman chieftain were quite useful to him.

The existence of dragons and their associated spirituality need no further explanation; they are an important piece of the puzzle in Rhine's vision of talent.

As for the water-controlling scepter, Rhein has already experienced the wonderful uses of the fire-controlling scepter.

Whether it's preparing potions, refining elixirs, or combining it with the Fiery Spell, the effects are excellent. For Rhine, its importance is second only to attaining talents such as the Vajra Body and the Seven Apertures Exquisite Heart.

With such excellent water control, it's unlikely to disappoint Rhine.

Even more so, in the primordial world, there has always been a tradition of water and fire coexisting and yin and yang merging.

If the Fire Control Ruyi and Water Control Ruyi could be fused together, there might be a chance to create a talent that encompasses both fire and water, which would definitely be a step above the two separate talents.

Another thought surfaced in his mind.

He also possesses talents related to controlling the earth's veins, such as agricultural dexterity and earth spirit, as well as the ability to wield wind and thunder...

If we take a gamble and try to fuse these talents together, with a bit of luck, we might be able to forge an extraordinary talent, perhaps even surpassing the attainment of the Vajra Body!

If it really works out, Rhine's strength will definitely undergo another qualitative change.

Even Rhine would hesitate to invest so much talent at once.

If it succeeds, that would be a huge profit, but what if the smelting fails?

If they can only keep their strongest talent and lose all the others, Rhine will probably be heartbroken!

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"We still need to improve our luck and have some guarantees before we dare to do this."

"We can try Felix Felicis, but it would be best to get that reward first."

"After destroying a Horcrux, you can obtain the blessing from Voldemort, at which point you'll be almost certain of victory."

Thoughts flashed through his mind, and Rhine also took a deep look at the Black Lake.

Once I've refined my talents again, creating even more talents comparable to those that grant the Vajra Body and prevent dizziness, perhaps I can venture into the depths of the Black Lake to investigate the giant squid once more.

This thing is related to the four giants after all, and may even involve deeper secrets of the Harry Potter world. Moreover, it goes deep into the lake bottom or even the seabed, so Rhine doesn't dare to be so reckless.

Moreover, the storm is now gradually subsiding, and Rhine estimates that Hermione and Harry on the shore must be getting impatient.

The harvest has already been quite substantial, so I won't linger here any longer.

Just then, Rhine caught a glimpse of something shiny out of the corner of his eye—it was the pendant Malfoy had thrown into the Black Lake.

He casually scooped it up, and the next moment, Rhine activated his flying broom, changed direction, broke through the mist still lingering above the Black Lake, and rushed straight out.

Meanwhile, Harry and Malfoy, who had been brought out of the storm by Rhine earlier, were still covered in frost and their faces were ashen from the cold, surrounded by the crowd.

Hermione conjured a cluster of blue flames, which warmed their clothes, and the slight warmth finally made them open their eyes.

As soon as they opened their eyes, Hermione stared at them with a hoarse voice and bloodshot eyes.

"Where's Rhine?"

"Where is he? What happened to him?"

Harry lowered his head, his eyes red-rimmed, his fingers gripping the mud on the bank tightly, as if he wanted to shove them into the ground.

It felt like something was stuck in his throat, making it impossible for him to say a word or even breathe.

Malfoy, standing nearby, was also distraught. He suddenly covered his head and his voice became hoarse.

"He cleared the way for us and got us out."

"He didn't come out by himself..."

Hermione was instantly stunned, as if struck by the Unforgivable Curse, staggering backward in a daze, her mind blank.

My usually quick mind was now unable to form any words, only numbly repeating myself.

"impossible."

"Rhein cannot die."

"This is impossible..."

At this moment, the Slytherin Quidditch players who had been knocked down from the sky by Rhine limped to their feet.

They even made a stretcher and lifted Flint, who had broken his arms and legs.

Flint, who was wincing in pain, smiled slightly upon hearing the news of Rhine's "death," as if even his physical pain had disappeared.

"Is that mud-seed dead?"

"He deserved it; who told him to be so arrogant?"

"See that? Even Black Lake couldn't stand it anymore and a storm has appeared. Perhaps this is the will of the four giants..."

Before he could finish speaking, Hermione, Ron, and Malfoy almost simultaneously erupted in furious roars.

"Shut up!"

Three spells were thrown at him, but were blocked by the Slytherin Quidditch players.

They were grinning and holding up their wands.

"What, you want another fight?"

"That mud-blood is gone. You think you can beat us?"

Just then, a feeling of unease suddenly rose in everyone's hearts.

Harry gripped his wand tightly, his knuckles turning white. Perhaps it was from an earlier injury, or perhaps the overwhelming grief had caused him to unconsciously clench his fist until his palm bled, and drops of blood trickled down the holly wand.

His emerald green eyes had practically turned a ghostly green.

That feeling was like a snake, radiating a chilling aura.

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Harry swore he had never felt this way in the past eleven years.

Such grief and rage had caused him to become unusually calm.

Looking at Flint's vicious face, Harry had only one thought in his mind.

He must be punished!

Harry raised his wand, and from the scar on his forehead seemed to flow a cold, powerful, and cruel magic.

Should we use the Divine Edge Without Shadow?

Harry shook his head, as if someone was talking to him in his mind.

"No, that's not enough, it's too easy on him."

"To deal with such filthy and stupid things, we need to use more cruel spells."

"What is that spell?"

"A very powerful spell that can make him disappear forever. You can do it, you have that power."

"Come on, repeat after me, Avada..."

Just as Harry was quietly reciting the spell that had inexplicably surfaced in his mind, cold magic surged into his wand.

Suddenly, a familiar voice reached Harry's ears, and a hand gripped Harry's wand.

"Harry, wake up."

Harry was stunned for a moment, and everyone else was stunned too, all eyes turning to the figure riding a flying broomstick and soaring into the crowd.

"Rhine?"

Rhine jumped off the flying broom, vigorously rubbing Hermione's head while patting Ron's shoulder. He then took the wand from Harry's hand and flashed a bright smile.

"Harry, can I borrow your wand?"

The next second, Rhine shook his holly wand as if to shake off something dirty, and then launched a huge golden-red firework into the sky.

A lion roared proudly amidst the fireworks, then transformed into sparks that fell upon the Slytherin Quidditch players, scalding them and causing them to howl in pain and develop blisters.

Flint's mouth was so hot it looked like a sausage; he probably wouldn't be able to speak for a long time.

Rhein said dismissively.

"Looks like the Slytherin Quidditch team will have to use substitutes this year."

The little lions burst into hearty laughter, and Harry laughed too; the cold feeling vanished in an instant.

Rhine narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping towards the distant tower.

There, Quirrell stared intently at Harry, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

He, or rather Voldemort who resides within him, finally understood something.

"That child..."

"Does it contain fragments of my soul?"

"He's my seventh Horcrux?!"

There might be fewer updates today; I'll try to write two more chapters before midnight. The 20+ hour train ride was really tiring, sorry.

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