People are in Hogwarts, What the hell is the flood system?

The next evening, at the Burrow, the Weasley family residence.

Mrs. Weasley was busily waving her wand, casting her magic in the kitchen. Plates of dishes seemed to be carried to the dining table by an invisible hand, emitting bursts of aroma.

The youngest daughter, Ginny Weasley, though not yet in school, was already very sensible, helping to clear the dishes and the table.

Meanwhile, Mr. Weasley, having just returned from work, sat wearily in his chair reading the evening paper, recovering the energy that had been nearly drained from him by the day's work.

Just then, the sound of an owl flapping its wings was heard.

Ginny quickly walked to the door and retrieved the newly arrived mail from the mailbox.

As soon as she took it, she was somewhat surprised.

The envelope was quite thick, and it seemed to contain quite a few things.

Taking another look at the sender's name, Ginny's eyes immediately showed a look of vigilance as she called out to the house.

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

"The envelope is very thick; it must contain something!"

As if holding a piece of hot charcoal, she used two fingers to carefully place the envelope on the coffee table and then quickly walked a few steps away.

It wasn't that she was overly cautious about things sent by Fred and George; it was just that the two brothers were repeat offenders.

Ginny still remembered that on the eve of her birthday two years ago, Fred and George had given her a beautifully wrapped gift.

As a result, when she opened it, it turned out to be a jack-in-the-box clown doll, scaring her so much that she almost fainted on the spot.

Since then, Ginny had been extremely wary of anything given to her by these two brothers.

Especially after seeing the two brothers' note on the envelope.

"Ginny, trust your brothers' reputation; this time, it's really good stuff, not a prank!"

Ginny sneered, keeping her distance, not believing it at all.

As for Mr. Weasley, he felt not only helpless but also deeply troubled.

"Fred and George, what kind of tricks are they up to this time?"

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

"If they dare to hide anything strange in the envelope, I'll immediately send a Howler to Hogwarts tomorrow, and they'll have to learn a lesson!"

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

Mr. Weasley breathed a sigh of relief and then showed a curious expression, reading the letter with Mrs. Weasley.

After seeing that the two brothers had decided to take a temporary leave of absence to help Rienne manage the rune shop in Diagon Alley, Mrs. Weasley frowned, wanting to say something.

But Mr. Weasley held her hand and said softly.

"Molly, we all know that Fred and George are very opinionated children."

"All along, although they have been a bit mischievous, they have never worried us about their grades."

"Also, I've actually asked about those prank items they make. They want to open a prank shop in Diagon Alley in the future. That's their dream."

Mr. Weasley sighed.

"In this regard, I feel that we have really wronged our children; they are all so outstanding."

"Now that there is an opportunity to get closer to their dream, they are only taking a temporary leave of absence and have also guaranteed that it will not affect their exam scores. If the professors at Hogwarts all agree, I think we should give them some support."

Mrs. Weasley's expression also showed some struggle.

"Arthur, I'm just wondering, is this really reliable?"

"The Rienne that Fred and George mentioned is the best friend that Ron keeps talking about in his letters, right? He's only in his first year, and the idea of opening a shop in Diagon Alley makes me feel a little uneasy."

Mr. Weasley sighed.

"Molly, sometimes we have to admit that first years are different from first years."

"A first-year Dumbledore was probably more powerful than many adult wizards."

"This child Rienne, although I haven't met him yet, I can tell from Ron's letters that he is an extraordinary young wizard who is destined to become a historical figure."

"Besides, although we all know that Ron likes wizard chess and has a talent for it, who would have thought that he could really become a wizard chess champion? We all saw this in the newspaper, and Ron told us in detail that Rienne was helping him with everything."

"Such a person, I don't think he would make any decisions impulsively. Since he did, he must be confident of success."

Mrs. Weasley nodded silently upon hearing this.

Ginny, who was beside them, heard their conversation and the name Rienne repeatedly mentioned in the conversation, her eyes also flashing with curiosity.

Being so praised by her parents and so trusted by her brothers, what kind of person is this young wizard named Rienne?

At this time, her gaze also fell on the stack of runes in the envelope.

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

She carefully picked up a rune and saw that there was a set of instructions attached to it.

"This is a rune called the Minor Fire Rune. The method of use is as follows—"

"Pinch it with two fingers, flick it forcefully, and say—"

"'Incendio!'"

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

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

"Ginny?!"

They subconsciously thought that Ginny was having another magical surge.

But that shouldn't be. Ginny would be entering Hogwarts in another year.

Little witches of this age should have a negligible chance of having a magical surge. How could a flame suddenly appear?

Ginny herself was startled.

But she quickly reacted.

"It's this paper, this thing called a rune!"

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

Immediately, Ginny pinched the Minor Fire Rune, and her thoughts turned.

The small flame in front of her immediately obediently changed into various shapes in her hand, extremely obedient.

The Weasley couple was stunned at this scene, their eyes showing horror.

"This thing… can allow little wizards who haven't entered school to cast spells?"

"Wandless, wordless casting?!"

The two gasped.

Both were from pure-blood families and were senior members of the Order of the Phoenix, so their strength was beyond doubt.

Mr. Weasley could transform Muggle cars into flying cars and create all kinds of magical items.

Mrs. Weasley could single-handedly kill Bellatrix Lestrange in the original story. It could be said that her strength among witches could definitely rank in the top three.

Their understanding of magic was very rare in the magical world.

But Ginny's wandless casting and her control over the flame were something they couldn't do themselves.

And this was brought about by a rune?

The two were mentally shaken.

Just by saying the incantation and pinching it with a flick, such a degree of spellcasting could be achieved.

This is definitely something that can subvert the views of many wizards!

This is the business that Rienne handed over to Fred and George to help manage?

The couple exchanged a look, took a deep breath, and their expressions were serious.

"First, he helped Ron become a wizard chess champion, allowing that child to find his direction in life. Now, he has given such a business to Fred and George."

"Rienne… our Weasley family owes him so much that we can't repay him!"

"Oh, right, I also heard that the Longbottoms, Frank and Alice, have been discharged from St. Mungo's. Although there are still some sequelae, they have basically returned to normal? This seems to be related to Rienne."

The two sighed.

A monster.

This is definitely a monster more perverted than Dumbledore back then!

Ginny didn't care about the two's sighs, her eyes filled with the flame in front of her.

When her brothers came back on vacation, they often showed magic in front of her. She had long been impatient and had been counting the days to go to Hogwarts.

Now, she could also cast spells.

For Ginny, this was simply the best toy.

Moreover, looking at this stack of runes, there were Minor Wind Runes, Minor Water Runes, and so on.

With these runes, she could also help Mrs. Weasley share the pressure of housework!

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

Then, the sharp-eyed Ginny saw that among the stack of runes, there were a few that were specially wrapped up, with a note clipped to them.

"Little Adamant Rune, which can increase the strength of parts of the body."

"Rienne said that this is a gift for Dad and that Dad will definitely know where it should be used after seeing it. He said that this thing will definitely sell like crazy, but we have no idea what it's for."

"If Dad thinks it's useful after trying it, he can help promote it in the Ministry of Magic."

"Besides, we're really curious about what this thing is actually used for. Tell us in your next letter!"

Ginny curiously read out the contents of the note.

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

"Dad, what's the Little Adamant Charm for?"

"Fred and George have so many mischievous ideas, and even they don't know where the Little Adamant Charm can be used. Why does Rhein say you'd know at a glance?"

"Do you know? Can you tell me?"

Upon hearing Ginny's words, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were stunned, their expressions becoming extremely unnatural.

Mrs. Weasley's face even suddenly flushed red.

Ginny's face was full of confusion.

"What's wrong with you?"

Next, she was met with scolding from Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.

"Alright, why are you so curious?"

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

"Adult matters are not something children need to know so much about."

Ginny looked at them in disbelief, unable to believe that her parents would scold her for the Little Adamant Charm.

She pouted and took a few talismans, then went back to her room to ponder.

After Mr. and Mrs. Weasley finished dinner in an awkward atmosphere, Mr. Weasley coughed twice.

"Cough, cough…"

"I think it's necessary to test the effect of the Little Adamant Charm, Molly, what do you say?"

Mrs. Weasley glared at him.

"You better hope it really works."

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

Mr. Weasley's expression was a little flustered, and he prayed secretly in his heart.

Fred, George…

Don't坑爹 me!

Five minutes later, Mr. Weasley felt the effect of the Little Adamant Charm take effect, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Molly…"

"I'm invincible!"

…

The next morning.

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

A somewhat unnatural look appeared in his eyes, and he finally couldn't help but ask his colleagues.

"Why are you all looking at me?"

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

The colleagues showed strange expressions and shook their heads one after another.

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

"Radiant and high-spirited."

"Did you sleep well last night?"

Hearing this, Mr. Weasley raised his eyebrows, his tone starting to rise, with a sense of beaming.

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

"Haha, a real triumph."

The colleagues' faces were full of surprise, not knowing what Mr. Weasley was specifically referring to.

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

There were several obvious scratch marks on the wizard's face, and he was also dejected, like a frost-bitten eggplant.

The colleagues all showed sympathy in their eyes.

"Is it that time of the month again?"

"Alas, poor Delores, his wife is too aggressive."

"A man can't be like that; he has no status at home and needs to perk up a bit."

Just as they were whispering, Mr. Weasley seemed to have thought of something.

Fred and George want me to promote the talismans in the Ministry of Magic?

This seems like an opportunity.

Immediately, Mr. Weasley went to the side of the wizard named Delores, stuffed a Little Adamant Charm into his hand, and whispered the effect of the talisman.

Delores widened his eyes, his expression doubtful.

"Really?"

After Mr. Weasley winked and guaranteed the talisman's effectiveness.

Glug.

Delores swallowed, his eyes gradually becoming eager.

Immediately, he clenched the Little Adamant Charm and said with some gritted teeth.

"Arthur, help me ask for leave."

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

"From today on, the offense and defense are reversed!"

Mr. Weasley looked at Delores's ecstatic appearance, and a sense of emotion arose in his heart.

The Little Adamant Charm is truly a treasure for male wizards to enhance their family status and promote family harmony!

Then, his eyes lit up, and he suddenly thought of something.

Since we're helping Rhein and the others promote, then of course, we have to send the Little Adamant Charm to the people who need it most.

Coincidentally, Mr. Weasley has excellent relationships in the Ministry of Magic.

He knows a little about who has what issues at home, and what their status is like.

Even some directors of the Ministry of Magic are troubled by such things.

And the most direct way to improve family status is, of course, to have a hearty battle.

The Little Adamant Charm can help them!

Mr. Weasley immediately left the office in a hurry.

…

Meanwhile, the herbology masters who had interacted with Rhein earlier also received a stack of talismans.

If other little wizards told them this, these masters would probably think it was a clumsy joke.

But if it was Rhein, he could even make ancient plants mature in a short period of time, so what's so difficult about creating an item that can cast spells without magic?

The masters tried the effect of the talismans one after another, and amazement also appeared in their eyes.

Each of them has a huge greenhouse, and various magical herbs in the greenhouse need to be strictly controlled for temperature and humidity.

In the past, they had to let apprentices carefully adjust these things, which required a lot of manpower and material resources.

Even herbology masters can't say it's easy to maintain the operation of their required greenhouses.

But now, they tried using the talismans provided by Rhein and immediately found that the Little Water Control Charm, Little Fire Control Charm, and Little Wind Control Charm could be combined to easily control the climate in the greenhouse.

This is much easier to use than herbology apprentices!

You don't even need to know magic; you can just hire a few Squibs!

Although the salaries of herbology apprentices are not high, can they compare with Squibs?

Especially the price of these talismans, they also saw what Rhein said in the letter, which is completely priced as a daily consumable.

Even if they let Squibs use talismans to maintain the greenhouse climate non-stop, 24 hours a day, this alone can save nearly half of the cost!

For a time, some decisive herbology masters were already prepared.

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

"As expected of Lord Rhein, he makes big moves as soon as he takes action."

"Such a gift is really a generous gift to us."

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

"Just endorse his talisman shop? Simple! I'm still worried about not having the opportunity to further improve my relationship with Lord Rhein!"

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

…

At the same time, Nicolas Flamel also received the talismans sent by Rhein.

A strong shock appeared in his eyes.

He had been studying the restrictions Rhein mentioned last time for a while, and he had some results, but the more he studied, the more he felt that this thing was profound and could not be thoroughly understood in a short time.

As a result, Rhein has now created this thing called a talisman?

Is this little guy's inspiration never-ending?

Where does he get so many fantastic ideas?

Nicolas Flamel unprecedentedly felt a bit of frustration.

He had thought that he had reached the end in the field of alchemy, the highest mountain, the longest river, and an invincible existence.

But now he found that there was still a clear sky on the mountain, and even if he was the towering ancient tree on the top of the mountain, there seemed to be still a distance from the sky.

No matter how long the river is, it will eventually flow into the sea.

Invincible in the world, but unable to withstand enemies from the sky!

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

However, looking at Rhein mentioning that he wanted to sell these talismans publicly, Nicolas Flamel couldn't help but send a letter back to Rhein.

"Rhein, this is another disruptive creation of yours."

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

"Too much change will inevitably be accompanied by strong resistance and will divide a lot of benefits. Perhaps some forces will not react in time at first, but soon, the greater the changes you cause, the stronger the backlash that will follow."

"Why not slow down and take it step by step?"

"You are still very young and have plenty of time to complete these great feats."

Not long after, Hermes brought Rhein's reply to Nicolas Flamel.

"Master Nicolas, thank you for your suggestion. I also understand that there will be some resistance to doing so, but I still want to respond to you with a poem."

"So many things, always urgent."

"Heaven and earth turn, time presses."

"Ten thousand years is too long, seize the day and night!"

Nicolas Flamel chewed for a long time, and a sense of emotion arose spontaneously.

"Maybe I've lived too long. Although my physical functions are still young, my heart is already old."

“Young people are still full of vigor, but I have already forgotten what it was like to be sharp and assertive.”

After a moment, Nicolas Flamel's eyes revealed a firm look.

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

“In the future, no matter who it is, for my sake, if they want to attack Rhine, they have to think twice.”

“Nicolas Flamel's name still carries some deterrent force.”

Immediately, a letter was sent from Nicolas Flamel's retreat to the Daily Prophet.

… …

This day.

In a special community, a group of men and women were making a fire and cooking.

They looked extremely strange.

Although they wore attire similar to wizard robes, they had no wands, and everything was done using primitive methods.

These people were all Squibs, and this was a community where a group of Squibs gathered.

These pitiful people, who were not accepted by the magical world and could not integrate into the Muggle world, lived a secluded life here.

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

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

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

He had just escaped from his home not long ago.

As a Squib, and from a pure-blood family, his existence was driving his parents crazy.

In order to cover up the fact that he was a Squib, Hamilton's parents faked his death, actually locking him at home and forbidding him from going out.

Not long ago, Hamilton found an opportunity to escape and drifted to this Squib camp, where he lived with these pitiful people who shared the same fate.

But every day, watching the middle-aged and elderly Squibs in the camp sighing and complaining about how unfair the world was to them, Hamilton felt a burst of despair.

He didn't want to be like this, drinking himself drunk every day, living in a daze of resentment and hangovers.

He absolutely did not want to live such a life!

Magic, there must be a way to let him obtain magic!

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

Who hadn't had such thoughts before?

But time would prove everything.

A Squib is a Squib, no matter how hard you try, don't even think about touching magic.

Just watch, Hamilton will soon dismiss this unrealistic fantasy.

But at this moment, looking at today's Daily Prophet, Hamilton let out a cry of ecstasy.

“New discovery!”

“Someone has created a tool that can help cast spells without magic power! For only five bronze Knuts, you can buy a talisman that allows you to control fire for a day!”

“It also says that there may be more and more powerful talismans appearing in the future, achieving effects comparable to or even surpassing magic without magic power!”

“I knew it, I knew it!”

Hamilton was almost in tears, running around the camp to spread the news.

But to his surprise and despair, the others in the camp were indifferent and numb to this, immediately making a judgment.

“This is impossible.”

“Don't dream, Hamilton.”

“It's just a lie.”

Hamilton raised his voice.

“But the newspaper has several herbology masters speaking out, confirming that the talismans do have miraculous effects.”

“And Nicolas Flamel!”

“He even said that talismans are a very magical and great creation, and he is fortunate to participate in it!”

“Nicolas Flamel, do you know? The Philosopher's Stone? The master at the pinnacle of alchemy!”

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

This made Hamilton feel a chill.

“Okay, no matter what, you don't believe it, but I'm going to try it.”

“Does anyone want my robe? This is something from a pure-blood family, a good robe!”

Soon, Hamilton, wearing only a thin shirt, gritted his teeth, and with twenty bronze Knuts exchanged from the camp, walked into the cold morning mist, one foot deep and one foot shallow.

He had to go and witness it with his own eyes to see if this so-called miracle was true or false.

Hamilton didn't know how long he had walked before he reached London.

He ignored the strange looks cast at him by pedestrians on the street, and simply relied on his will and memory to walk towards the Leaky Cauldron.

What made him a little fortunate was that although he was a Squib, he still had a little more magic power than Muggles.

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

“That shop, that shop selling talismans…”

Hamilton anxiously searched for that peculiar name.

After a moment, his gaze focused on an antique signboard.

“Wanbao Pavilion?”

“This is it!”

At this moment, Hamilton was also taken aback by the long queue in front of Wanbao Pavilion.

Many of the people inside were Squibs who had rushed here from all over the magical world, just like him.

Most of them were relatively young, and still retained the desire to change their fate.

Wearing robes and concealing their faces, they lined up with their heads down, as if they were accepting the judgment of fate.

Hamilton was also uneasy and joined the queue.

Every minute and every second of waiting was like being roasted on a fire for him, drying up his little courage.

Just like that, about half an hour later, Wanbao Pavilion finally opened its doors.

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

“The Weasley family's children.”

“Twins, this is that famous prankster duo—Fred and George.”

“They work at Wanbao Pavilion?”

“Damn it, this wouldn't be a prank, would it?”

Hamilton was once a little desperate.

Some Squibs in the queue even sobbed, not daring to look at the scene in front.

But after a moment, the people queuing at the very front began to surge towards Wanbao Pavilion.

“I want a Little Vajra Talisman!”

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

“Ten, give me ten!”

“What? Only one per person per day?”

“The Little Vajra Talisman costs twenty silver Sickles each?”

“Okay… it's still much cheaper than potions, I heard it works wonders, you must not lie to me, otherwise I'll be miserable tonight.”

After the middle-aged wizard left with the Little 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 bronze Knuts, right?”

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

Behind the queue, Hamilton couldn't help but cast his gaze over.

Without saying much, he understood that this young man was one of his kind.

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

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

The young man also took a deep breath, sweat oozing from his forehead, and carefully followed the Weasley brothers' instructions, shaking the talisman vigorously.

“Go!”

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

The queue outside Wanbao Pavilion was instantly silent, as if a pin dropping on the ground could be heard.

Hamilton was trembling all over, his temples throbbing, and his eyes were turning red.

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

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

Because there were people like this everywhere in the queue.

These desperate Squibs, they had waited too long, and now they finally saw a ray of light breaking through the dark clouds of their lives!

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

These Squibs who came here in the first batch were all of excellent will.

If they can enter the Dao in the future, they will all be considered good material, and although their Dao hearts will definitely not be as good as Filch's, they will definitely be far beyond ordinary people!

On the system light curtain, lines of words also appeared at this time.

【You established Wanbao Pavilion in the Primordial World, selling opportunities to enter the Dao to creatures of all races in the Primordial World at low prices】

【Your actions can be called spreading the Dharma to the world, benefiting all races】

【You have gained the gratitude of the people】

Immediately afterwards, Rhine's eyes suddenly revealed a strange color.

In the void in front, wisps of power like smoke gathered towards him.

“This is…”

“The power of sentient beings' wishes?!”