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

Chapter 169: With such great merits, can one become a saint instantly? Hou Tu Niangniang!

Hogwarts Castle.

The sky was already dark, but the castle was brightly lit, with pumpkin lanterns and various decorations hanging everywhere.

To quell the fear left in the young wizards by the previous incidents, this year's Halloween atmosphere was more intense than ever.

Professor McGonagall put a lot of thought into this, giving each house enough funds to prepare the dinner.

"It's a pity Rhine and the others aren't here to experience such a grand dinner. It's such a shame."

"I wonder how the Wizarding Chess competition is going."

At this time, the dinner in the Great Hall of Hogwarts had ended. Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall, both with smiles on their faces, were preparing to send the young wizards of each house back to their common rooms.

There, each house would have its own celebration.

But just then, Quirrell's terrified figure hurried into the hall.

He seemed to be frightened, panting heavily, trembling uncontrollably, and screaming at Dumbledore.

"Dumbledore..."

"Rhine... Dark Magic..."

"I thought you knew!"

The Great Hall fell silent in an instant.

Dumbledore's face was filled with astonishment, and he was about to ask Quirrell what was going on.

But the next moment, he felt his heart in his chest suddenly tremble.

An ominous premonition, accompanied by a blood-related palpitation, made Dumbledore's face become unprecedentedly heavy.

The last time he had this feeling was on that unforgettable day of argument.

Dumbledore looked in one direction, the place from which his ominous feeling and palpitation came.

Then, Dumbledore's figure disappeared.

At the same time, in Hogsmeade village outside Hogwarts, inside the Hog's Head Inn.

Aberforth Dumbledore's glass shattered on the ground as he looked in the same direction.

Then he roughly drove the customers out.

"Closed, closed, the Hog's Head Inn is closed today!"

Aberforth was distraught, clutching his wand and involuntarily wanting to rush in that direction.

But at this moment, in the portrait of Ariana hanging in his room, the always gentle and shy Ariana showed unprecedented unease and fear.

She cowered in the corner of the portrait, as if there was something in the darkness around the portrait that frightened her.

"Brother, I'm scared!"

Aberforth suddenly came back to his senses, dispelling the idea of leaving Ariana.

"It's okay, it's okay, Ariana, I'm always here, I'm always here."

However, the ominous feeling rising in his heart made Aberforth feel worse and worse.

"What exactly is happening?"

...

At this time, in the Wizarding Chess arena.

Rhine looked solemn, and the refining method of the Judge's Pen in his hand kept changing, and illusory restrictions were submerged into the blurred outline of the Judge's Pen.

Along with the restrictions being injected, there were also the ten souls that had previously poured into the Judge's Pen. Although the Judge's Pen was still blurred, the outline, especially the outline of the tip, gradually became clear.

Rhine's eyes revealed a fiery color. He suddenly opened his mouth, bit the tip of his tongue, and喷吐喷吐喷出 a mouthful of golden blood mist.

"Condense for me!"

The next second, a faint black light condensed in front of Rhine, just like the cold light of the tip of the Judge's Pen.

The Judge's Pen was initially condensed, and the tip had already manifested!

Rhine's face showed ecstasy.

The Judge's Pen represents the power of judgment in the underworld, and can be said to control the life and death of souls.

At this moment, even if only a little bit of the tip was manifested, its power in the way of souls was already amazing.

Rhine held the pen in his hand, and the feeling it gave him was like holding a towering mountain.

This feeling made Rhine take a deep breath.

He wasn't without magical treasures.

The Qingyun Zijing Crown was even more of a treasure of luck, with boundless power.

But this was completely different compared to the Judge's Pen.

This pen was not just a magical treasure, but also symbolized the amazing authority in the underworld.

The one who holds this pen can be said to truly represent the judge of the underworld!

At this moment, Rhine could feel that there was also an underworld in the magical world, a world belonging to the dead.

It's just that unlike the well-ordered underworld in the prehistoric world, the underworld in the magical world has no underworld and no reincarnation.

The souls of the dead have no afterlife, but wander in the underworld.

But when the Judge's Pen manifested, a majestic wave echoed in the underworld.

The Judge's Pen was born. This pen can hold the power of judgment in the prehistoric underworld, let alone in the underworld of the magical world?

A rule for judging souls was born in the underworld of the magical world!

All the souls wandering aimlessly in the underworld bowed involuntarily, as if worshiping the master of the underworld.

At this moment, Rhine's expression suddenly changed, and he looked up at the sky.

Pieces of purple-golden lotus petals fell in his vision.

A mysterious power was blessed on his body.

"This is..."

"Merit?!"

"I have initially refined the Judge's Pen, how can I have merit added to me?!"

Merit is hard to come by, after all, it is something that countless powerful beings in the prehistoric world dream of.

Even if one can accumulate great merit, it is not impossible to attain sainthood.

The Hou Tu Niangniang transformed into reincarnation, allowing souls to be reincarnated, and became a saint with this great merit.

The Nuwa Niangniang created the human race and refined stones to mend the sky, and therefore attained sainthood with great merit.

Merit has such a function, naturally making countless powerful beings chase after it.

Rhine never thought that he would have such a quantity of merit added to him when he refined the Judge's Pen.

Although it is certainly far less than the great merit that can prove the Tao and become a saint, it is by no means ordinary, at least it is the merit of saving a million people!

If this merit is refined into a treasure, it can even be refined into a treasure of merit!

Then, Rhine's eyes showed a look of surprise and uncertainty.

"Could it be because there are no rules in the underworld of the magical world, and all the dead souls can only wander here, with no possibility of reincarnation."

"I refined the Judge's Pen, and brought the rules of judging souls from the prehistoric world into the magical world, which is equivalent to the underworld of the magical world also beginning to have rules."

"Given this act, it is not surprising that there is such a quantity of merit added to me."

Immediately afterwards, an idea that made his heart beat faster appeared in Rhine's mind.

"Then, if I establish an underworld in the underworld of the magical world, and even imitate the Hou Tu Niangniang to establish reincarnation?"

"Can this great merit make me become a saint on the spot?!"

"Even if I can't become a saint, such great merit, creating a treasure of merit is probably not impossible, then I'll be rich!"

"Although this magical world is barren compared to the prehistoric world, it really still has treasures!"

But before Rhine could recover from the ecstasy, on the system light curtain, chaotic handwriting suddenly appeared again.

[You have initially grasped the Judge's Pen and have come into contact with the rules in the underworld]

[Therefore, in the deepest part of the underworld, in reincarnation, a gaze from Hou Tu Niangniang is focused on you!]