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

Chapter 81 Cedric, Young Huang Tianhua (44)

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

Does this thing bring luck?
Even if it is insignificant, and is completely not on the same level as the luck that the major sects in the prehistoric times are competing for, it is still luck, one of the most precious resources in the prehistoric times.

If an ordinary young cultivator could obtain a treasure that was imbued with good fortune, he would regard it as a treasure that would be of great benefit to his cultivation.

For example, when encountering a mortal enemy, perhaps you can escape death with this trace of luck.

When seeking a breakthrough, perhaps you can find an opportunity with this trace of luck.

Even if there is a corresponding refining technique, adding this kind of item that is contaminated with luck, it is very likely that a magic weapon that exceeds expectations can be refined.

Even the immortals and gods at the quasi-saint level are constantly pursuing luck. Now that an item tainted with luck has fallen in front of Rhine, how can Rhine not be filled with turbulent waves in his heart?
This thing is definitely not ordinary and has a deep connection with the Longbottom family. They took out this thing to thank me, but I just gave Neville a push.

This favor is really a big debt!
Rhine treasured the badge in his arms.

I don't know if it's psychological comfort or his perception is really so sharp now, but he seems to be able to detect some subtle changes.

While Rhine was feeling this lucky item, Neville opened another more exquisite package, which contained the memory ball mentioned in the original book.

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 held the memory ball.

The next second, a bright red light emanated from the memory ball.

Neville froze there, his face suddenly pale.

"What did I forget?"

"That's bad. It won't tell me what I forgot."

Rhine looked at this scene that had appeared in the original book and sighed secretly.

If it was Neville, even if he hadn't lost anything, the memory ball would have glowed red when he held it.

The reason was very simple. He had been cast a forgetfulness spell and had forgotten the cruel scene of his parents being tortured in front of him.

Rhine said.

"Neville, forget it if the memory ball doesn't work."

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

"It's the Herbology homework for the guys in the dorm. You have to help with it. And there are also the little pumpkins that Professor Sprout grows. They're so delicious. If you have a chance, bring us a few more to eat."

Neville immediately showed a look of gratitude.

"That would be great!"

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

But when he was excited, he didn't hold the memory ball firmly, and it fell to the ground and rolled out of the long table on the Gryffindor side.

Neville cried out in panic, clumsily chasing after the Memory Ball.

All the Gryffindors who saw this scene sighed and touched their foreheads.

Rhine also sighed.

Who could have imagined that this clumsy little fat boy would be able to perform the operations of the "Gryffindor Swordmaster" in the future?
Rhine waved his staff lightly.

"Memory ball is flying."

With his current magical strength, he could easily release the Flying Spell.

Even the long-distance Flying Spell that Harry had demonstrated in the Triwizard Tournament could be performed by Rhine.

Of course, for such a distance, there is no need to reach that level.

The moment the Spell was released, the memory ball 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 was Slytherin's Quidditch captain, Marcus Flint, the same one who had been beaten by Rhine and had a circle of teeth knocked out for calling Hermione a mudblood. Although his teeth had grown back under magic, they were still a little loose.

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

Flint squeezed the Memory Ball, shook it a few times, and made a Quaffle-throwing motion, laughing.

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

"Then you have to say please!"

Neville looked at Flint angrily.

He remembered very clearly that when Hermione protected them behind her, Flint attacked them with a curse.

If it weren't for Rhine, Hermione might have been injured.

"I'm not saying please to you!"

"I think you want to experience the feeling of having your front teeth knocked out again!"

Neville's sudden attack stunned Flint.

Isn't it said that the fat guy from the Longbottom family is the most cowardly and incompetent?

Why is it so aggressive?
"you!"

Before Flint could utter any more curse words, Rhine had already swung his staff and increased the power of the flying spell.

"Memory Ball is flying!"

In an instant, Flint, who was caught off guard, felt a huge force coming from the memory ball in his hand, making him feel like he was really holding a Quaffle.

No, that's not right, it's the most brutal Bludger!

Out of his Quidditch playing habit, he subconsciously grabbed the memory ball tightly, and as a result, his entire body was dragged flying over.

Rhine raised the wand in his hand and asked the Weasley brothers.

"You are the Beaters. What is the standard Quidditch Bludger stance? Can you demonstrate?"

The Weasley brothers' eyes lit up, they laughed and jumped onto the table, making a batting stance.

The next second, Rhine replicated it perfectly, and swung his staff again on Flint's cheek. Flint's eyes went dark, and he slid away along the slippery floor. Only the memory ball in his hand remained in place and was handed to Neville by Rhine.

Quidditch commentator Lee Jordan also started an impromptu commentary.

"Nice shot! Gryffindor player Rhine Snow knocks the Bludger away from the crowd."

"Oh, what, God, he got the Quaffle?"

"Shoot, it goes in, Gryffindor leads ten to zero!"

In the Hogwarts Great Hall, there was a sudden burst of laughter, followed by warm applause.

The applause from the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables was particularly enthusiastic.

The former is self-explanatory, while the latter is because Neville has been helping out in the Hufflepuff greenhouse recently.

For the enthusiastic little badgers who have always loved soil and herbs, those who like to farm are their own people.

What's more, Neville has been helping the senior students clean their tools. The first graders can't deal with Flint, but the senior badger is not without claws.

Just when Flint wanted to bully Neville, several senior Hufflepuff students, including Cedric Diggory, had already drawn their wands.

Even if Rhine didn't take action, Flint would have been knocked down by the curse by now.

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

"Nice shot, I look forward to having you on the Gryffindor Quidditch team!"

Rhine was stunned for a moment, then responded with a friendly smile.

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

While combating the monsters that had infested the Yuxu Palace, you encountered Huang Tianhua, a young man cultivating the Dao in the Yuxu Palace. Huang Tianhua was impressed by your skills.

　Fourth update. Sorry for being a little late today, I'll try to update earlier tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)