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

Chapter 217 Who is invincible, who is unbeatable? Refined in an instant!

Frina looked at the Dark Wizards who retreated at the mention of Rhine's name, her face filled with frustration.

"Are you guys even capable?"

"Weren't you all claiming to be ruthless killers just now?"

"How can you be so scared at the name of a first-year wizard? Are you even Dark Wizards like this?!"

The Dark Wizards in the bar chuckled dryly, their faces full of innocence.

"Who said we were ruthless killers?"

"Oh dear, what era is this? Under the wise leadership of the Ministry of Magic, and illuminated by Dumbledore's brilliance, how could there be any place for Dark Wizards in the British wizarding world?"

"This, uh, Knockturn Alley isn't outside the law either. We're all law-abiding wizards, more familiar with the Ministry of Magic's laws than even the Aurors. We're good citizens, you can't wrongly accuse us!"

"As for what we said just now..."

"Ahem, this is a bar, after all. Isn't it normal to brag a little when we've had too much to drink?"

"I even heard someone say when they were drunk that they once went toe-to-toe with the Dark Lord, and fought Dumbledore to a draw. You wouldn't actually believe that, would you?"

Frina's face turned ashen with anger, her hands trembling.

"You!"

A Dark Wizard sighed and advised Frina.

"Take some advice, no matter what grudge you have against Rhine Snow, he's not a wizard you can afford to offend."

"Why did you have to provoke him of all people?"

Before he finished speaking, Frina's expression darkened, and she turned and left without looking back.

After walking out of Knockturn Alley, her heart sank.

She just couldn't understand, what kind of incredible magic did a Muggle-born first-year wizard possess?

For a moment, Frina even considered just giving up and admitting defeat.

But the next moment, she shook her head violently.

She refused to believe that she, a Herbology Master with far-reaching influence, couldn't deal with a first-year wizard.

A moment later, Frina made a decision.

"Teacher definitely has a way!"

When she thought about asking her teacher for help, Frina's palm clenched slightly.

Back then, she had failed in the competition for the Herbology professor position, and because of academic fraud, she suffered setbacks everywhere and was almost at her wit's end.

It was her teacher who accepted her at this time, taking her as his last student.

It was precisely because of this that Frina was able to find a new path and become a renowned Herbology Master today.

Frina naturally held feelings of gratitude towards her teacher.

But at the same time, she felt a deep sense of fear.

Not long after being taken in by her teacher, she obtained from him a rare ancient plant, a small section of crimson thorn.

Frina still remembered the ecstatic feeling she had when she saw that section of crimson thorn.

Not a seed, but a living part of the plant?

Cultivating it to maturity would be much simpler than starting from a seed!

It could be said that her teacher had entrusted her with a groundbreaking project in the field of Herbology in the wizarding world, which showed how much he valued her.

But soon, Frina noticed something was wrong with the crimson thorn.

This thing fed on flesh and blood, and it had a particular fondness for human flesh and blood.

Watching the crimson thorn feed, Frina could feel a fear permeating from her bones.

It was as if it was flowing in her blood, a fear passed down from prehistoric times in her instincts.

This thing was absolutely, unimaginably evil!

But thinking of the brilliant future she had placed on it, and the high expectations of her teacher, Frina gritted her teeth and went all the way down this dark path, sparing no effort to cultivate the crimson thorn.

In this process, she not only used her own flesh and blood, and the flesh and blood of various magical creatures to feed the crimson thorn, but also either personally kidnapped or purchased from Dark Wizards a lot of Muggles, using their lives to water the crimson thorn.

During this period, her teacher never stinted on cultivating her, and various advanced topics in the field of Herbology were almost delivered to her doorstep, allowing her to publish top-notch papers without much effort.

It was as if this was a reward for her cultivating the crimson thorn.

It's just that in recent years, as the crimson thorn she cultivated got closer to maturity, the more bizarre her teacher felt to her.

She hadn't seen her teacher for a long time, but she could contact him through the crimson thorn.

Whenever the crimson thorn pierced into her body, she could talk directly to her teacher.

Frina comforted herself that it was reasonable for her teacher to have made some progress, having studied the crimson thorn for so long.

Where could her teacher's Herbology attainments be imagined by herself?

Now she really had no other choice.

Gritting her teeth, Frina left Knockturn Alley, returned to her castle, and walked towards the crimson thorn in the castle's secret chamber.

Familiar with the way, she reached out her hand, cut her wrist, and before the blood could drip out, the crimson thorn greedily burrowed into Frina's wound.

At the same time, a hoarse, obscure voice echoed in Frina's mind.

"Weren't you going to Hogwarts?"

"Why are you back so soon?"

Frina said with a bitter expression.

"Teacher, something unexpected happened, I need your help."

Immediately, Frina told what happened at Hogwarts.

The voice in her mind, after listening, fell into a long, eerie silence.

After a long while, the voice sounded again.

"Are you saying that there really are people in the current wizarding world who can cultivate plants from ancient seeds, and also make these ancient plants mature in an extremely short period of time?"

"The Whomping Willow has even been transformed into an unheard-of plant under his magic?"

"Frina, are you hallucinating?"

Frina said eagerly.

"Teacher, I'm sure I'm not hallucinating, I saw all of this with my own eyes, it's all real!"

The voice paused, and became low and deep.

"Really..."

"Then that's interesting, such magic has actually appeared in the wizarding world, and even on a first-year wizard."

"Even the wizards of the mythical era didn't have this ability."

The next moment, a magic similar to Legilimency was transmitted from the crimson thorn, reading the memories in Frina's mind.

Frina's memories flashed back like a revolving lantern, and scene after scene was clearly presented.

Then, seeing Rhine's One Thought Blossom and the revival of the Whomping Willow, especially feeling the Yi Wood Divine Light and the Phoenix Parasol Fire through the images in her memory, the crimson thorn suddenly went berserk, and intense greed and killing intent rushed into Frina's mind.

Mad roars began to echo in her mind.

"Little wizard!"

"I want that little wizard, that Rhine Snow!"

"His magic is very useful to me!"

"And the Whomping Willow, the Whomping Willow must die, how can such a thing exist in this world!"

The berserk crimson thorn kept piercing into Frina's body, drilling deeper and deeper into her flesh, as if it had lost control, constantly sucking her flesh and blood.

Frina let out a terrified cry.

"Teacher, I will find a way, I will find a way to help you bring Rhine Snow and the Whomping Willow!"

"Teacher, the crimson thorn is out of control, it's sucking my flesh and blood, it's sucking too much!"

Then, a cold, sarcastic voice came from her mind.

"Out of control?"

"No, everything is under my control."

The malice in this voice was no longer concealed.

"Weren't you always anxious, feeling that the Crimson Thorns were just one step away from maturity? Why haven't they matured yet?"

"Now I can tell you."

"Over the years, you've followed my instructions, regularly drinking specific potions, and this cluster of Crimson Thorns has most often drunk your blood."

"Your flesh and blood are the best nourishment to promote its maturity."

"The complete maturity of this cluster of Crimson Thorns is just short of draining your flesh and blood. This is your last use to me."

The color on Flirina's face disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye. Her skin and flesh also seemed to fade, becoming pale and withered.

Her voice trembled, pleading bitterly.

"Teacher?!"

"I'm your student!"

"Have you forgotten? You said I had outstanding talent in herbology, that you had high hopes for me, and wanted to take me as your last student!"

The voice in her mind suddenly laughed mockingly.

"Ha?"

"You actually took it seriously?"

"Back then, when I approached you, did you really think I valued your herbology talent? It was just because you were desperate and had lost everything. You would convince yourself to do whatever I asked."

"Over the years, you've nurtured it with your own flesh and blood, and secretly kidnapped so many Muggles. You know better than anyone how evil the Crimson Thorns are."

"But you still turned a blind eye and nurtured it to this point?"

"I've taken so many students over the years, do you think I don't understand your thoughts?"

"If not, with your herbology talent, do you think you'd be qualified to be my student? Sprout's talent is far superior to yours!"

"So many years, so many students, it took me so much time and energy to gather so many segments. Adding the one you cultivated, this plant from ancient mythology is finally about to be completed."

Instantly, Flirina's eyes widened, filled with resentment, and she frantically cursed everything.

"I curse you!"

"I curse you!!!"

However, the voice in her mind was quite pleased.

"Curse me?"

"Flirina, you still don't know the real name of these Crimson Thorns, do you?"

"Then let me tell you, it's called the King of Curses, and it once pierced the chest of a god in the age of mythology, leaving behind a god-slaying curse."

"Your curse? To the King of Curses, it's just nourishment to make it grow more joyfully!"

Then, the King of Curses continued to penetrate deeper into Flirina's body, and its color became increasingly bright red.

At this moment, far away in Hogwarts Castle.

Rhine's heart stirred, and he frowned.

"Hmm?!"

His gaze fell on the system screen.

There, the originally bright red antagonistic relationship with the Daoist Qingfeng was blurring, and it seemed it would soon fade from the system screen.

[The Wuzhuang Temple has strict rules. The Daoist Qingfeng lost his composure during a discussion and even attempted to contradict Zhen Yuanzi, incurring Zhen Yuanzi's punishment.]

Rhine calculated again, his eyes flowing with mysterious light, and then he saw what was happening to Flirina.

At this moment, Flirina's limbs and bones had been pierced by the crimson King of Curses. Clusters of thorns grew vigorously on her body, and the cost was that Flirina was almost skin and bones, as if every inch of flesh and blood had been almost completely extracted.

She could no longer speak, but the despair, fear, and resentment in her eyes were so thick that they almost couldn't be dissolved.

At the top of the King of Curses growing on her body, like a flower blooming, various chaotic organs such as eyeballs, mouths, and ears grew.

Noisy voices also sounded immediately.

"The last part of the King of Curses is about to mature. After thousands of years, it will appear in the magical world again."

"As long as I catch that little wizard from Hogwarts and get his magic, I can even reproduce the power of the King of Curses to curse and kill gods."

"By then, I will be invincible!"

"Dumbledore? Voldemort? All are ants, all are ordinary people born in an era without me!"

Rhine frowned.

What the hell?

Another old schemer hiding in the magical world?

This so-called King of Curses really looks a bit like those evil things, and it also exudes a bit of madness.

But this is nothing compared to the evil things Rhine had encountered before.

Rhine has even killed projections of Dagon. He is much stronger now than he was then. This so-called King of Curses is really not enough to see.

"With just this little ability, you want to steal my kills?"

"If I hadn't reacted quickly, I'm afraid you would have really stolen it."

"Then who will compensate me for my Cloud-Summoning Rain-Making Technique, my Wuzhuang Temple Talisman Arts, my Way of Music?!"

Instantly, a strange straw doll appeared in Rhine's hand. The doll had already collected Flirina's rich aura.

Rhine pulled open a small black bow and shot an arrow straight at the center of the straw doll's brow.

At the moment of piercing the center of the straw doll's brow, a strange and extremely dangerous fluctuation, following the connection in the dark, appeared in Flirina's body.

It was the strongest curse-killing technique in the primordial world, the Seven Arrows Book of Nailhead!

Even Voldemort and Quirrell were helpless and miserable in the face of the Seven Arrows Book of Nailhead.

Not to mention Flirina, who was already on her last breath.

The curse power of this arrow erupted, and Flirina felt a pain more intense than tearing the soul, and the pain of the King of Curses growing on her body was nothing.

A burst of blood exploded from her seven orifices.

The next second, Flirina's soul flew away!

A prompt immediately appeared on Rhine's system screen.

[You killed the Daoist Qingfeng under Zhen Yuanzi's seat]

[You have obtained the reward - Cloud-Summoning Rain-Making Technique]

[You have obtained the reward - Wuzhuang Temple Talisman Arts]

[You have obtained the talent reward - Resounding Through the Clouds]

Looking at the prompts that appeared one after another, Rhine finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Feeling good.

Just as he was examining the prompts on the system screen, the King of Curses growing on Flirina's corpse stopped there.

The next moment, a狂笑声 burst out from the many scattered organs growing on the King of Curses.

"Curse?"

"Such a powerful curse, did I emit it? Is this the magic power of the soon-to-be complete King of Curses?"

"Strong, really too strong, Dumbledore would die if he was cursed!"

Then, a light 'huh' was issued.

"Hmm?"

"I've already cursed Flirina to death, why hasn't this curse returned to the King of Curses?"

"Is my degree of fusion with the King of Curses still not enough, and my control over the curse is still lacking? Yes, even I didn't expect the outbreak of this curse."

"Forget it, let's swallow this curse power back, take this segment of the King of Curses back to the main body, and then study it slowly."

Immediately, the scarlet King of Curses wrapped around the power of the Seven Arrows Book of Nailhead that still remained in Flirina's corpse.

Opening its mouth and swallowing, it refined it in an instant!

The next moment, a noisy voice carried obvious ecstasy.

"Power, such a powerful curse power!"

"Power is surging from all over my body, come on, curse, return to the body of the King of Curses!"

"Wait…"

"Why does it feel a little hot?"

"Hiss, hot, so hot, why is it getting hotter and hotter?"

"This is not the curse of the King of Curses?!"

"Who the hell is randomly releasing curses!!!"