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

Watching the figure of the Merfolk chieftain disappear into the Black Lake, a look of satisfaction appeared in Rhine's eyes.

The two talents he obtained from the Merfolk chieftain were quite practical for him.

There is Dragon, Then Spirit, needless to say, is an important piece of the talent puzzle in Rhine's vision.

As for Water Control as Desired, Rhine had already experienced the wonders of Fire Control as Desired.

Whether it's preparing potions, refining pills, or coordinating with the Fiendfyre Curse, the effects are excellent. For Rhine, its importance is second only to obtaining talents such as Indestructible Vajra Body and Seven Aperture Exquisite Heart.

Water Control as Desired, presumably, will not disappoint Rhine either.

Moreover, in the Primordial World, there has always been emphasis on the harmony of water and fire, and the fusion of yin and yang.

If he could fuse Fire Control as Desired and Water Control as Desired, perhaps there would be a chance to fuse a talent that encompasses both water and fire, which would definitely be a step above the two separate talents.

An idea even surfaced in his mind.

He also has talents related to controlling the earth veins, such as Skillful Farming and Earth Spirit Primordial Soul, as well as the ability to command wind and thunder…

If he goes all in and fuses these talents together, with good luck, he might be able to fuse an extraordinary talent, perhaps even surpassing obtaining the Indestructible Vajra Body!

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

It's just that investing so many talents at once would make even Rhine hesitate.

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

Only the strongest talent can be retained, and all other talents will be lost. Rhine would be heartbroken to death!

"I still need to improve my luck a bit before I dare to do this with some assurance."

"I can try Felix Felicis, but it's best to get that reward first."

"After destroying a Horcrux, I can get Luck on My Side from Voldemort, and then I'll be sure of success."

Thoughts flashing in his mind, Rhine also took a deep look at the Black Lake.

When he fuses his talents again, fusing more talents that can rival obtaining the Indestructible Vajra Body, perhaps he can enter the Black Lake again to investigate the giant squid.

After all, this thing is related to the Four Founders and may even involve deeper secrets of the Harry Potter world. Moreover, he has to go deep into the lake and even the seabed, so Rhine doesn't dare to be so reckless.

Moreover, now that the storm has gradually dissipated, Rhine estimates that Hermione, Harry, and the others on the shore must be anxiously waiting.

This harvest is already quite rich, so he won't stay here any longer.

Just then, the corner of Rhine's eye swept over a shiny object, which was the locket that Malfoy had been thrown into the Black Lake.

He casually picked it up, and the next moment, Rhine activated his flying broom, turned around, broke through the water mist still lingering over the Black Lake, and rushed straight out.

At this time, Harry and Malfoy, who had been sent out of the storm by Rhine earlier, were covered in frost from head to toe, their faces blue with cold, surrounded by everyone.

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

As soon as they opened their eyes, Hermione stared at them, her voice hoarse and her eyes red.

"Where's Rhine?"

"Where is he? What happened to him?"

Harry lowered his head, his eyes red, his fingers deeply clenched into the mud on the shore, as if he couldn't wait to dig into the ground.

Something seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say a word, and even his breathing became difficult.

Malfoy, who was next to him, was also distraught, suddenly covering his head, his voice hoarse.

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

"He himself, he didn't come out…"

Hermione instantly seemed to have been hit by an Unforgivable Curse, stunned and retreating backward, her mind blank.

Her usually agile mind could not organize any words at this moment, only numbly repeating.

"Impossible."

"Rhine can't die."

"This is impossible…"

At this time, the Slytherin Quidditch players who had been knocked down from the sky by Rhine limped up.

They also made a stretcher and lifted Flint, whose arms and legs were broken.

Flint, who was wincing in pain, showed a hint of a smile when he heard the "news of Rhine's death," as if even the pain on his body had improved.

"That Mudblood is dead?"

"He deserved it, who told him to be so flamboyant?"

"Didn't you see, even the Black Lake couldn't stand it and a storm appeared, maybe this is what the Four Founders meant…"

Before he could finish his words, Hermione, Ron, and Malfoy almost simultaneously burst out with furious roars.

"Shut up!"

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

They bared their teeth and waved their wands.

"What, do you still want to fight?"

"That Mudblood is no longer here, do you think you can beat us?"

Just then, a feeling of palpitation suddenly rose in everyone's heart.

Harry clenched his wand tightly, his knuckles turning white. Perhaps it was because he had been injured before, or perhaps it was because the excessive grief had made him unconsciously break the palm of his hand, and drops of blood dripped down along the holly wand.

His emerald green eyes had turned into a ghostly green color.

That feeling was like a snake, exuding a cold aura.

Harry swore that in the past eleven years, he had never had this feeling.

Such sadness, such rage, that he was now unusually calm.

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

He must be punished!

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

Use Sectumsempra?

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

"No, not enough, it's too cheap for him."

"For this kind of dirty and stupid thing, you have to use a more cruel spell."

"What is that spell?"

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

"Come, repeat after me, Avada…"

Just as Harry was chanting this spell that inexplicably appeared in his mind, and cold magic was surging into the wand.

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

"Harry, wake up."

Harry was stunned for a moment, and everyone was also stunned, looking at the figure flying into the crowd on a flying broom.

"Rhine?"

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

"Harry, can I borrow your wand?"

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

A lion roared proudly in the fireworks, and then turned into sparks and fell on the Slytherin Quidditch players, scalding them and making them scream, creating one blister after another.

Flint's mouth was scalded like a sausage, and he probably won't be able to speak for a long time.

Rhine said contemptuously.

"It seems that the Slytherin Quidditch team will have to use substitutes this year."

The little lions laughed heartily, and Harry also laughed, and that cold feeling quickly faded away.

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

There, Quirrell's eyes were fixed on Harry, revealing horrified and shocked eyes.

He, or rather Voldemort who was residing on him, finally understood one thing.

"That child…"

"Has a fragment of my soul on him?"

"Is he my seventh Horcrux?!"

Today's update may be a little less, I will try to write two more chapters before twelve o'clock. Twenty hours on the green train is really a bit tiring, sorry.