Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

The bloody night caused a panic in Pandora City. Many people noticed the death and disappearance of people on the seashore, as well as more than a dozen unowned African elephants that appeared out of thin air, Pandora City. The high-level officials sent a large number of garrison wizards to search for the murderer, but how could Slytherin be so easy to be spotted? By playing magic, he concealed the level of the mediocre guarding wizard.

Not only that, after winning a lot of treasure from the foreigners, Salazar Slytherin quickly began to recruit troops and set up an anti-Gryffindor organization.

The reason he used is very simple, that is, when Gryffindor is there, other people will not have a chance to win the queen. In that case, it is better to kill him first.

His reasons attracted the approval of many wizards, and the organization quickly grew.

For a long time since then, Silby did not do anything extraordinary. He resumed his life in the belly of the snake, took care of Slytherin’s daily life, and maintained the operation of the newly formed anti-Gryffindor organization. , Life has become very busy.

However, as the organization became larger and the number of personnel increased, Slytherin paid less attention to Silby. His daily focus was on socializing with others and secret meetings, rarely Have time to find Silby's fault.

This gave him an opportunity. One day after Slytherin had a secret meeting with his new allies, he sneaked out under the pretext of purchasing and ran to the magic library in the center of Pandora City.

Here, his innate talent has been released to the greatest extent. Even two hours of reading a day allows him to quickly and systematically master the theory of magic foundation, and learn a series of simple Basic spells.

Those things that Slytherin didn't talk to him, he got a lot of supplements in the library.

As life spells become more and more adept, he will use his own developed spells to help Slytherin deal with most of the chores. He has more and more free time and more and more time for reading. many.

Under such a virtuous circle, he only spent a month to finish reading nearly half of the books in the Pandora Library.

But at this time, a more severe challenge lay in front of Silby. He did not find any offensive and defensive spells in the Pandora Library. After a little inquiries, he knew that those profound and powerful spells or magic were controlled by the ancient Great Family or organizations with a long history, almost There is no leakage.

This is a bit unacceptable for Sylby. Without these magic, it means that he cannot obtain powerful battle strength, and he cannot get rid of Slytherin's control, thus regaining his freedom. Even more can't climb to the height that I want in my heart.

Unable to do anything, he was caught in another predicament. However, he has no other extra options for the time being. He can only continue to work and spare time to go to the library in his spare time, hoping to find an opportunity to break the deadlock.

The time has flowed for another month, Pandora's transition from summer to autumn, the weather becomes dry.

On that day, as usual, after Slytherin and his allies had a close conversation, he came to the Pandora magic library and found a large group of people around the door.

Silby glanced as he passed by.

In the crowd, a bald old man with a white beard, dressed in a pleated wizard robe, dressed like Aristotle, stood in front of a heavy black iron block with a dazzling expression, holding arm. The soles of the feet happily touch the ground.

"Hurry up, Baru Feo, let us take a look at your Levitation charm." The crowd onlookers shouted impatiently.

The old wizard named Barufio shook the head with a reserved face, and coughed: "No hurry, no hurry."

Silby moved his ears and looked at Was attracted to the past.

In the library, wizards often gather to discuss some messy issues, and often develop some spells that have never been before, which can be regarded as academic research.

Silby knows that there are such a group of people, but has never participated in their seminars. On the one hand, Slytherin arranged for him to be too busy, and he has very little time at his disposal, so he must spend all his time studying On, not on trial and error.

On the other hand, he feels that these old scholars always have eyes high above the top. They only use their nostrils to see people. They have a strong sense of intellectual superiority. They have to pretend to ask questions and quote the classics for a long time. , So he didn't bother to deal with these people.

However, some people now say that the Levitation charm has been developed. This makes Silby a little interested. He stood still and hugged his arms to see how the old man was developed. What kind of spells.

More and more people watched. At this time, someone shouted: "Barufio, can you perform the floating spell you just invented now?"

"No hurry, no hurry, and the others a little more."

Barufeo said happily. He looked all around, his feet tapping faster and faster.

There are more and more people, and many people have heard that someone can make the iron block fly up, and they all walked around here to block the water around the library door.

At this time, someone yelled impatiently: "Barufio! Is it good?"

The old man was almost crowded, and finally rubbed. Rub your hands.

"Today, I will teach you. I have worked hard for more than ten years to study the spells, the floating spell!"

"Let’s take your eyes wide open!"

Barufeo took out a small box from his arms and opened the box with a sacred look. He grabbed a handful of powder from the inside and sprinkled it on the black iron block. During the process, he was very angry. Loudly shouted: "Flotin!"

The powder emits shiny rays of light, which landed on the iron block.

Afterwards, under everyone's gaze, the heavy black iron floated slowly to the waist, motionless.

The crowd exclaimed.

Barufeo stroked his white beard in exclamation, shook his head, swelled to the extreme, as if shouting—come and praise me.

The people in the library did not disappoint him, staring at the floating iron, clicking one's tongue in wonder.

Only Silby glanced at the iron block and then at the triumphant old man. He felt a little disdainful. His spells were full of loopholes, completely inconsistent with the laws and regulations, just forced Using a lot of use spell materials to control the magic power, there is no sense of art at all.

He didn't learn anything from these old scholars. He only felt that he wasted 3 minutes of precious time. He immediately turned around and walked into the library, hoping to read the real Master's work.

"Can it fly higher?"

At this moment, a clear and loud question came from behind him.

Silby and the onlookers' eyes were attracted. The question was a tall woman in a red robe. Her whole body was wrapped tightly and her face was covered. Look No look or figure.

The woman separated from the crowd and stood in front of the crowd and pointed at the big iron block around Barufio's waist: "Can it be made to fly higher? I mean, can this kind of floating be controlled? "

Barufeo's joy disappeared. When this kind of other people were praising, suddenly a provocative jumped out, which made him a little unhappy.

However, the women in the library were also very interested in the women's questions, and they looked at Barufeo, waiting for his answer.

Barufeo coughed and shook the head: "This spells is still in the development stage. It will take some time before it is completely perfected. I will demonstrate it again when I complete it completely."

"Oh."

The crowd made a clear voice, but in this voice, it was more or less disappointing.

The big iron fell to the ground, and Barufio looked displeased about the Pack Pack thing, planning to leave.

"No way?"

However, the woman in red robe still reluctantly said loudly: "If it's just floating to this level, practicality It's too low, and it takes a lot of use spell materials at a time, and the cost is too high."

"I said, little girl!"

Barufio wizard is annoyed Stared at him: "This spells is still in the experimental stage and has not been perfected yet! When I am completely perfected, it will not be too late to show you."

red robe masked woman shook the head, she walked to In front of the crowd, he opened his arms and hung a heavy money bag from the palm of his hand: "I give out three hundred gold coins. If someone can fly the iron to a height of ten meters, who will belong to these three hundred gold coins."

She continued to speak loudly.

"Oh!"

The crowd crowded forward a little, exclaiming. Three hundred gold coins are enough to buy a house in Pandora's Lower City. This woman is so generous.

Barufio's face is very gloomy, he coldly said: "Are you here to find fault on purpose?"

"I just think there is room for improvement in this spell." The woman said in a tranquil voice.

"Okay."

Barufeo stopped with his arms sarcastically, and looked around all around: "Who, who can improve my spells, I will I want to see."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, at a loss. They are eager for the 300 gold coins in the bag, but want an iron block to fly to ten meters high out of thin air. , This is indeed extremely difficult, no one can guarantee that he can do better than Baru Feo, he can be one of the very best bachelors in the library.

At this time, a hand was raised in the crowd, and a clear voice asked: "If I let the iron fly to ten meters high, will the three hundred gold coins belong to me?"

The eyes of the crowd moved again and moved to the guy who raised his hands. It was a gray-haired boy in a tunic robe. He was wearing a slender figure and a strange horn mask on his face. He couldn't see clearly. appearance.

It was Silby who stopped as soon as he saw that there was money to be made. In the past few days, he has been looking for opportunities to make money. No, he finally caught one.

The eyes of the masked girl turned a circle on the horn mask on Silby’s face, slowly nodded, said with a smile: "Yes, as long as you can make it fly to ten meters, These three hundred gold coins belong to you. l

"Then if I let it fly to a height of 20 meters, can you give me six hundred gold coins? "The masked boy squeezed out from the crowd, and then asked with a smile.

"hahahahahaha~"

His some witty words made everyone laughed heartily.

Someone kindly reminded: "young man, do you dare to take off the mask and speak? "

"This is a magic library, not a street performer. You have to speak responsibly. "

But the young man remained unmoved. He stood in front of the woman, and then asked: "If I let it fly to 40 meters, can you give me one thousand two hundred gold coins?" "

The woman widened her eyes and looked at him incredibly. There was a trace of irritation in her eyes, but the irritation quickly dissipated without a trace. She shook the head calmly: "I only brought three hundred gold today. coin, even if you let it fly to the moon, I can only give you three hundred gold coins. "

"Okay. "

Silby was nodded, he wandered to Barufio wizard, and said to him: "borrow your iron block and use it." "

"What a joke! ? "

Barufio wizard exclaimed, "If you don't give it or not, do you brat have all the hairs grown, come to develop spells?" go go go, just stay there, spells are very dangerous, don't hurt yourself.

"Wingardium -Leviosa, you try this spells, it should be able to make it controllable." Silby remained unmoved, holding his arms indifferently said.

Barufeo is still angry, he stubbornly said: "The development of spells has to be verified by the Spells Research Association. Have you registered? Do you have experience? Wearing this mask to pretend to be a ghost, I can’t listen. How old are you? Just chanting spells will cause big problems, youngster, the three hundred gold coins are good, but you have to do what you can. I advise you..."

"You come Or am I coming?” Silby became a little impatient, and he extended the hand: “You’re afraid of spells and let me come.”

Similarly, Barufeo’s long-winded aroused the onlookers of the wizard. Dissatisfied, they said one after another: "Let him try."

"Don't be so stingy, Barufio!"

"Try it and you won’t lose a piece of meat. ."

Under pressure, the old wizard Barufio had to surrender. He bitterly took out the box from his pocket, grabbed a handful of use spell material, and sprinkled it on the iron block, took a deep breath, loudly shouted: "Wingardium-Leviofa!"

bang!!

With a violent explosion.

Barufeo fell to the floor with his head up, the big black iron block turned into a majestic African bison, standing heavily on him. The bison made a moo and was very confused about his situation.

have a big laughter sweeping the ever-serious library, provoke a large group of quietly reading people poking their heads from behind the shelf. The masked red robe woman also covered her mouth.

Baruféo’s wizard fly into a rage out of humiliation sprinkled a handful of potion powder on the bison, turning it into iron again, and then he came to Silby angrily , The domineering man also asked sarcastically: "This is your spells, an improved version of Levitation charm? Or is it bullshit, mask wizard?" Extremely mean.

Silby laughed indifferent expression, even too lazy to argue with him.

But the red robe masked woman was looking at him without blinking, she was a gold master.

Silby grabbed the potion powder that Barufio used to spell and said to him, "Listen well, idiot."

After that, he Dip a finger on the potion powder, flick it gracefully, and say in a loud voice: "Wingardium Leviosa."

Suddenly, the iron flew up.

Silby stood underneath, moving with his fingers without looking at the iron block. The heavy black iron block was like a happy bird at the moment, passing over everyone’s heads. , Mobiliarbus, drew a beautiful arc after another, and flew more than ten meters, until it reached the ceiling. If it weren't blocked by the ceiling, it was estimated that it would fly straight out.

At this time, there was no sound in the library.

Those onlookers opened their mouths big, and looked at the big iron dancing above their heads with the eyes of Divine Vestige.

"It’s Sa, not Dharma, sa!"

Silby ruthless pointed out Barufio’s mistakes and attacked: "If you don’t even understand the rhythm, then The delusion communicates naturally through language, which is ridiculous."

Barufeo looked at the black iron block of Mobiliarbus above his head, knelt down in front of the masked teenager on the spot, and said in shock: "You... .You..... When did you develop this spell?"

"3 minutes ago."

Silby said calmly.

Barufeo's face was as gray as a defeated dog. Then, he lay on the ground in tears, "I lost... Your talent is really shocking."