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

Chapter 219: One talisman reaches the sky, fearless of gods and demons, overwhelming everything!

Feeling the changes in the world at this moment, Rhine's eyes also revealed a strong look of surprise.

If he were drawing the Nine Heavens Divine Firmament Lightning Talisman, or the Samadhi True Fire Talisman, Rhine would feel it was reasonable to cause such changes in the world.

After all, such talismans can make even a Great Luo Golden Immortal tremble.

But right now, he is only drawing a mere Heart-Clearing Talisman. Even if the Five Zhuang Temple's talisman techniques are extraordinary, and the Heart-Clearing Talisman drawn is unusual, it is still the most basic talisman.

How could it cause the world to change color and the sound of ghosts crying and gods howling?

Such an anomaly is simply comparable to the scene of Cangjie creating characters in myths and legends.

However, after a moment, Rhine held his breath and concentrated.

No matter what, finish drawing this talisman first.

Immediately, his fingertips danced wildly, his brush moved like a dragon and snake, and he dipped his fingers in his own blood, comparable to sacred blood, and drew patterns on the dragon skin.

Finally, a strand of Yuanhai power flowed and was injected into this Heart-Clearing Talisman.

In an instant, the clear light soared into the sky.

The sound of thunder rolling and ghosts crying and gods howling in the sky suddenly cleared, replaced by lotus flowers condensed from merit descending.

A part of it fell on Rhine, making the already extremely rich golden light of merit on Rhine even more intense.

Another part fell into this Heart-Clearing Talisman.

In the blink of an eye, the entire talisman exuded golden light, turning into a golden talisman.

Rhine's eyes showed a look of amazement.

"This is…"

"Golden Merit Talisman?!"

The Five Zhuang Temple's talisman techniques have records of this.

The Golden Merit Talisman is born from the infusion of merit from heaven and earth, and its power is extremely mysterious.

Even if it is an ordinary Raging Fire Talisman, after becoming a Golden Merit Talisman, not only will its power greatly increase, but it can also recover on its own, and even continuously advance, with the hope of becoming a Samadhi True Fire Golden Talisman!

It's just that there are not many Golden Merit Talismans in the entire primordial world, and almost all of them are in the hands of saints. Even Zhen Yuanzi only knows of its existence but has never owned one.

Rhine did not expect that his first time drawing a talisman in the magical world would be a coincidence, turning this Heart-Clearing Talisman into a Golden Merit Talisman?

His heart was filled with regret.

"If I had known this, I should have tried to draw the strongest talisman I currently possess—the Thunder Talisman."

"If the Thunder Talisman could become a Golden Merit Talisman, given time, it might be promoted to the Nine Heavens Divine Firmament Lightning Talisman. With one strike, even a Great Luo Golden Immortal would have to retreat!"

But after a moment, Rhine shook his head.

"Getting a Golden Merit Talisman is already a great advantage, how can I still have so many delusions?"

"Besides, the Heart-Clearing Talisman being infused with the merits of heaven and earth, creating a Golden Merit Talisman, may also be the will of heaven in the dark."

Rhine narrowed his eyes.

The Heart-Clearing Talisman is best at clearing away delusions and resisting inner demons.

And in the magical world, inner demons are rampant and madness is everywhere.

The blood of wizards flows with the aura of the Old Ones. The older and more powerful the wizard, the closer they are to madness.

If they had a Heart-Clearing Talisman before falling into madness, perhaps it could pull them back from the brink and give them a chance to resist madness.

Even if the Heart-Clearing Talisman could be popularized on a large scale, the madness in the magical world could be curbed to a certain extent.

Perhaps the progress of the Old Ones' resurrection and the return of the ancients would be delayed because of this.

Perhaps this is why the Heart-Clearing Talisman is so favored by heaven and earth.

If this is the reason, then it is reasonable for my drawing of the talisman to cause the earth to shake and the anomaly of ghosts crying and gods howling.

Magic and madness have always gone hand in hand. The more magic is used, and the more powerful the magic, the closer one is to madness.

But talismans can allow people to exert effects similar to spells without using any magic.

This is a path that hopefully allows the magical world to get rid of magic for spellcasting and no longer be restricted by the blood of the Old Ones!

Thinking of this, Rhine felt a sense of enlightenment.

"Talisman techniques seem to be of great use to the magical world."

Then, Rhine simply went all out and successively drew Divine Speed Talismans, Vajra Talismans, Raging Fire Talismans and other low-level talismans.

This time, there was no more merit descending, and no Golden Merit Talismans were born.

However, Rhine didn't care, but looked at these talismans with a satisfied expression on his face.

"Although they are only low-level talismans, their effects in the magical world are much stronger than many magic potions, and there are no side effects."

"Stick a few talismans on your body and activate them in a specific way, and you can immediately turn an ordinary person into a hexagonal warrior. Most Aurors might not be able to beat these few talismans!"

After drawing these talismans, Rhine felt that his understanding of talisman techniques had become more profound.

"In this way, the Thunder Talisman originally only had a 60% chance of success, but now it has 80%."

"Adding my luck bonus, it can be said to be a sure thing."

Thinking of the power of the Thunder Talisman, Rhine's heart also moved.

Unlike these low-level talismans, this is a talisman that can truly enter the hall of talisman techniques, and its power surpasses many spells.

Although it can't compare with Rhine's own methods, it has the advantage of not consuming energy during combat, and many can be prepared in advance.

If dozens or hundreds of Thunder Talismans are thrown out, it is also a powerful method!

In addition, the Thunder Talisman is a simplified version of the Nine Heavens Divine Firmament Lightning Talisman. Drawing more Thunder Talismans is of great benefit to understanding the Nine Heavens Divine Firmament Lightning Talisman.

Rhine also did not hesitate to use all the remaining materials on hand to draw the Thunder Talisman.

… …

At this time, in the caretaker's office in the castle.

Filch was anxiously rummaging through his letters.

His correspondence course in elementary magic should have the letter delivered directly to his office today. It was always this time every week.

But it wasn't there. He had searched back and forth several times, and had looked in every corner of the office, but he couldn't find his letter anywhere.

Filch's heart gradually sank.

Did the owl deliver it to the wrong place?

This situation might be possible elsewhere, but in Hogwarts, the possibility was too small.

What's more, because those who study the elementary magic correspondence course are all Squibs, no one wants people to know about this, so the owls are very careful when delivering letters and cannot deliver them to the wrong place.

"Then there is only one possibility…"

Filch's expression turned pale.

"Someone has been in my office, saw my letter, and took it away."

"It must be those mischievous little wizards!"

Filch staggered twice, almost falling to the ground.

The magical world is extremely discriminatory against Squibs. If a wizarding family has a Squib, it will shame the entire family.

And he, Argus Filch, was unfortunately the shame of the wizarding family.

His father and mother were both wizards, and although the family was not as famous as the Pure-Blood Twenty-Eight, it still had a reputation.

But he, a Squib, came out.

Filch will never forget the expressions on his parents' faces that summer after he didn't receive his Hogwarts acceptance letter!

And from that year on, the gossip and pointing fingers of relatives in the family made him unable to hold his head up in the family, and he could only desperately escape everything in the past.

But where could he escape to?

He had also mustered the courage to apply for jobs in Diagon Alley shops.

But after knowing that he was a Squib, no one was willing to give him a job.

It wasn't until later that a kind shopkeeper took him in and had him responsible for the hygiene of the shop.

Filch thought he could keep doing this, but it didn't last long. The strange looks and pointing fingers from the customers in the shop made him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles.

A noble witch who brought a little boy to the store had a drastic change in expression when she saw him, and scolded the shop owner for what he meant.

"Letting a Squib work in the store?"

"You are kind, but I don't want my child to have any contact with Squibs. Who knows if Squibs are contagious?!"

Then, the noble witch covered her child's nose, as if the air was filled with stench, and walked out of the store without looking back.

In this way, the job that Filch had finally obtained was easily taken away again because of the word Squib.

From that day on, he was muddleheaded, like a walking corpse.

Until Dumbledore found him and was willing to give him a job as a caretaker of the castle.

That was something Filch never dreamed of!

Hogwarts, the palace of magic. Squibs like him didn't even have the qualifications to enter.

But now, he could work inside?

From that day on, Filch threw himself wholeheartedly into his duties, trying everything he could to stay at Hogwarts.

But countless nights, he would still repeat the nightmare.

In the dream, the students and professors of Hogwarts covered their noses, revealing mocking gazes, silently sticking one squib label after another onto his heart.

He slept less and less, preferring to stay up all night guarding against the night-wandering students rather than risk having that nightmare.

Perhaps in this way, he could better fulfill his duties.

Perhaps in this way, he could stay at Hogwarts forever.

But today, when he realized that the correspondence course letters that would expose his squib identity had been discovered by a young wizard, and even taken away, the fear that had persisted for so many years suddenly gripped Filch's heart.

I'll be driven out of Hogwarts!

Filch strode out of the office, frantically trying to find out who had taken his letters.

He had to get the letter back before the matter became widely known!

But just as he left the office and reached the end of the corridor, Filch saw a scene that made his blood run cold.

His letter had been copied, by whom he didn't know, and posted at the end of the corridor.

A group of young wizards were gathered there, watching and laughing…

At this moment, the divisions between the four houses seemed to have disappeared.

Yes, after all, Filch could be said to be one of the most hated people in the castle.

Perhaps Snape was also hated, but he was the Head of Slytherin House, the Potions Master, and a powerful wizard.

But what was Filch?

A mere caretaker, not a professor.

If he had previously been able to deter the young wizards by making them fear him, so that they would not go too far, then now, his last bit of deterrence was gone.

Filch knew too well what kind of beings young wizards were.

They were no different from any other children.

At the age of ten or so, they were most adept at flattering the strong and belittling the weak.

When they discovered that Filch was a weak squib inferior to them, Filch was destined to no longer be able to control them.

Just like now, they had already noticed Filch walking over, but instead of scattering in fear as usual, they burst into even louder laughter.

Someone was suggesting a carnival in the castle tonight.

"How about a House war?"

"Using all kinds of fireworks and paintballs, let the streamers fill the entire corridor!"

"Wouldn't that be bad, like what about cleaning up?"

"What's there to worry about, a few cleaning spells will do the trick?"

"Unless…"

"Someone doesn't know the cleaning spell!!!"

Another burst of laughter erupted, and the young wizards were about to fall over with laughter.

Filch also uncharacteristically did not scold them.

He just dejectedly lowered his head and returned to his office, then locked the door tightly.

It's over, it's all over.

He couldn't stay at Hogwarts any longer.

Even if Dumbledore allowed him to stay, Filch was well aware that he couldn't control these young wizards and could no longer fulfill his duties.

Filch sobbed softly, then laughed loudly, and then cursed like a madman.

He hated.

He was jealous.

He loathed.

Why was the world so unfair?

Why couldn't he master magic even though he put in a hundred times more dedication and effort than these young wizards?

And they, these fools who didn't know how happy they were, were squandering their time here?!

Hogwarts, which he cherished, why could they carelessly dirty the corridors and leave marks on the walls?

They didn't understand, they didn't understand anything!

After a burst of venting, Filch looked blank, as if his soul had been taken away.

He calmly opened the drawer and took out the iron chain that he had used to scare the young wizards many times, saying he would hang them up.

But in reality, this bloodstained iron chain had never hung up any young wizards.

Perhaps the only thing it would hang in the end was a squib.

Filch put the iron chain on the hanging ring and slowly tightened it around his neck.

… …

Before Rhine.

A stack of talismans faintly flashing with purple lightning was neatly stacked.

A total of twelve Heavenly Thunder Talisman materials, eleven had already been completed, and now it was the last one.

After completing the first few, Rhine's grasp of drawing the Heavenly Thunder Talisman had already reached perfection.

This last one was only a sliver away.

But at this moment, his heart suddenly jumped, the lightning paused, and then exploded on the last material, and then was erased by Rhine.

At this moment, Rhine didn't care about the failure of this last Heavenly Thunder Talisman, but suddenly looked at the prompt on the system light curtain.

And the relationship with the Jade Void Palace gatekeeper was constantly blurring.

"This is…"

"Something happened to Filch?!"

At this time, the scene in front of Filch was gradually blurring.

He knew that there would be no magic to save him.

Hogwarts had protective magic for the young wizards, and as long as they didn't encounter too outrageous situations, it was difficult to encounter life-threatening dangers at Hogwarts.

But Filch, although he had been at Hogwarts for so many years, never belonged here.

Hogwarts' protective magic would not protect him.

He would quietly hang himself in this office.

"That's fine, at least I don't have to worry anymore."

"In the world of the dead, there should be no difference between squibs and wizards, right."

At this time, Filch's only regret was his cat, Mrs. Norris, and Rhine.

"The young wizards here all hate Mrs. Norris, luckily there's still Rhine, if I die, Rhine should treat her well."

"Unfortunately, I haven't said goodbye to Rhine yet, that little guy is my only human friend, right…"

Filch slowly closed his eyes, waiting for death to arrive.

But the next moment, the iron chain hanging him suddenly broke.

Filch was lifted by a gentle force and landed on the ground.

He opened his eyes blankly, and Rhine's figure appeared in front of him.

Rhine was looking at him seriously.

Filch suddenly felt a sense of helplessness and said in a low voice.

"Rhine?"

"Lis, listen, I didn't mean to do this either."

He smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Everyone already knows that I'm a squib."

"You don't know what those young wizards are like, but I know too well."

"They're already planning a carnival tonight, they're not afraid of me, a squib."

"I can't stay at Hogwarts anymore, the meaning of my life is completely gone."

Speaking of this, Filch's eyes were red.

"I really have no reason to live."

"Being born a squib is my sin!"

Rhine was silent for a moment, then suddenly reached out his hand.

"Mr. Filch, have you forgotten that I once told you that one day, I can give squibs a chance to cast spells?"

"Before you choose to end your life, you should at least talk to me, right."

"Do you not believe me that much?"

Filch looked at the stack of talisman paper spread out in Rhine's hand, with confusion and bewilderment in his eyes.

"What is this?"

Rhine said in a low voice.

"This is the Way I give you."

"If the path of magic doesn't work, then change to another path."

Immediately, Rhine put a Fire Talisman in Filch's hand, cut open Filch's finger, and dripped a drop of blood on the talisman paper.

The next moment, Filch suddenly widened his eyes.

He seemed to be able to feel it.

There was power in this talisman paper, a blazing power!

Immediately afterwards, like in countless dreams, Filch subconsciously operated this power that he had fantasized about countless times.

And this time, it was not a dream.

A ball of fire was burning in his hand.

Filch stayed there, opened his mouth, and couldn't speak.

Trembling, only trembling.

Rhine seemed to know what he was going to ask and explained softly.

"This paper is called a Talisman."

"The Way I will pass on to you is called Talisman Arts."

"Talisman Arts is not magic, but it is better than magic."

"What magic can do, it can do, and what magic cannot do, it can also do."

"If you go to the extreme…"

"One Talisman reaches the heavens, fearless of gods and demons, suppressing all laws!"