Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

"Kill him! Kill him!!"

A fanatical shout came from outside the iron cage.

Bangdong!

A bloody hand was pressed on the wire fence, and then, a bloody face came up. The face was beaten by Wu Qing with one big eye and one eye. He could see the faces of dozens of fanatical wizards outside the cage

"Kill him! Kill him! You this waste." ——They all write hate iron for not becoming steel, as well as anxiety and enthusiasm, and they want to rush into the cage themselves to fight instead of themselves and face the terrifying man.

Tear!

Another palm stained with blood and sweat stretched out, forcibly tore his head from the iron cage, and then a heavy blow landed on his chin.

He took a step back, the violent concussion made his head groggy.

In the blur, he saw his opponent.

It was a strong young man wearing a horned mask. He was holding his feet and leaping on the ground easily, spinning around him in a relaxed circle. He is tall, with a green snake tattooed on his arm, and every muscle is like steel, stained with blood and sweat.

Behind him, there are also a group of extremely enthusiastic gamblers. They slobbered, waved the ticket in their hands, and lay on the iron cage.

"Strong hard!"

"Don't stop!"

"Kill him, it’s just the last breath!"

Yes The wizard even raised the gold coin in his hand: "Have you seen this gold coin, champion, as long as you kill him, the gold is yours!"

The gray-haired boy moved, he stepped a little, palms Covered by flames.

Subconsciously, Fernando raised his finger and shouted hoarsely: "Impedimenta!"

one after another transparent crystal appeared in front of him, blocking his opponent howling wind and torrential rain-like offense.

Impediment Jinx played a role. He took out a small glass ball from his trouser pocket with trembling fingers and placed it beside his mouth mutter incantations. A dark cloud rose from the glass ball. The dark cloud throbbed. There was lightning.

The man sitting in the cage yelled: "It has appeared, Fernando wizard’s stunt, the glass thundercloud. When the battle is on to the eighteenth turn around! If the thundercloud successfully discharges, West Albi has no chance of losing..."

bang!!

oh la la.

A violent vibration accompanied by the barbed wire.

Fonando, who was thinking about spells, was heavily pressed on the wire fence. At the moment of the impact, the wire fence turned into wood, which completely stunned him.

"It's a terrifying guy..."

Finally, a single thought came up, Fernando completely lost consciousness, and the glass ball fell to the ground.

The man on the cage screamed again: "transfiguration, transfiguration plus Confundus Charm, Silby deceived Fernando, damn, he defeated Fernando!"

The top of the cage was suddenly lifted, and a man jumped in. He wore gold and silver, twisted his butt, strode to the boy in the middle of the cage, and grabbed his arm:

"Winner, Silby, the son of miracle!"

He raised the young man’s arm and cheered wildly: "Thirty consecutive victories are nothing short of a miracle. There can be no more miracles. Let me say Today, how many people who don’t believe in evil don’t have any panties left?"

"Oh hoo!"

A handful of wizards look up to sky and heave a deep sigh.

Either rubs his head or slaps himself, very upset.

And more onlookers of the wizard raised their hands and hailed.

these all are the wizard that Silby won. They hugged each other and crowded to the dealer's table.

The Colosseum Boss released Silby's arm, he walked out of the iron cage quite calmly, activated his muscles, and wiped the blood from his nose.

Two months have passed since he met Queen Pandora in the library. During these two months, Sylby would sneak out of Slytherin every night and go to the underground rat lane in Pandora City to participate in a wizard duel. , In order to hone his magic skills in actual combat, if he remembers correctly, this is his one hundred and second game.

Some obese Duodoro hurriedly squeezed out the crowd and handed him a steamed towel.

"What time is it?" Silby asked loudly in the crowd while wiping his sweat.

"It's almost dawn." Dodoro pressed Silby's ear and said, "Master Slytherin is about to wake up."

"Prepare to collect today's money and leave immediately." West Alby said.

Duo Luoyi said to settle Silby's appearance fee today.

On the other side, on the smoky table, the dealer in the Colosseum gathered up the gold coin on the table, and said impatiently: "Okay, that's all for today's game. If you want to see it, come back tomorrow."

The crowd who benefited sparsely flowed past Silby, looking at him like a chicken that would lay a golden egg. Generally, full of loving expectation.

Silby remained unmoved, and he didn’t even laugh. He still remembered that when he first came to the Rat Road Colosseum, he was often because of his imperfect skills and too few spells that he could use. The bloody nose and swollen face that was beaten by someone else couldn't stand up the next day. At that time, the eyes of the people who gambled around the Colosseum were no different from seeing the plague god.

At the end of the late night game, Dodoro received the appearance fee, Silby put on his clothes and planned to leave the Rat Road Colosseum.

At this time, the gold-and-silver Colosseum boss stopped him.

"Silby!"

When he turned his head, the sissy boss twisted his butt and walked around from behind the iron cage, "Aiya Silby, my good Silby Well, how many times have you said that you have to put some water occasionally."

The boss in gold and silver smiled bitterly on his hips and said: "If this continues, others will bet on your treasure, no one We won’t make any money by betting the loser."

The enchanting Boss walked up to Silby, skillfully stuffed a bag of gold coins in Silby’s arms, and patted his face. He said: "Good guy, I will lose two hands tomorrow. Whatever happens, I will say that the state is not good." Sylby glanced at the bag of gold coins in his arms, shook the head, and put the gold coins. Pushing it back into Boss's hand, he walked out. Dodoro glanced at the bag of gold coins eagerly, and followed Silby at the same pace.

Boss was not reconciled, he hurried to catch up with Silby, and said: "In this way, if you can deliberately lose one or two, in the future, I will give you all the divisions from five to three. Qikai, you seven and three, how about it?"

Silby was sore and eager to go back to rest. There was still time to talk nonsense with this shrewd guy, so he pushed him away immediately: "Okay. , I didn’t come here for the money. If you want to make more money, find me a good opponent."

Then walked away.

The somewhat sissy-looking Colosseum boss was holding the purse, standing behind and looking at him, his chest undulating violently, his face almost dripping with gloomy.

Silby was walking on the road, although it was not the first time that the Colosseum boss mentioned this to him. But he never took it seriously from beginning to end.

His goal is only to improve his magic power level and combat skills through actual combat. As for how much money he can make, he doesn't particularly care. In other words, he doesn't care so much if he doesn't improve his strength. If he can, he hopes that every opponent can compete with him with the most real strength, so that he can make great progress.

However, this time is different from the last time.

Thirty consecutive victories broke some of the balance. He didn't walk long before the voice of Heathosso came from behind him. Some light and fragmented footsteps sounded from all directions.

Silby squinted his eyes, he noticed the one after another hostile spirit strength field in the air, and couldn't help speeding up his pace. Those behind him chased after him reluctantly.

I don't know who blew out the brazier in the rat path. This action was like blowing a horn of battle. Suddenly, the burning brazier in the rat path went out.

Silby and Dodoro plunged into darkness immediately under Pandora.

all around A pair of faint eyes lit up, like a hungry mouse, Duodoro couldn't stop shaking.

In the darkness, at least forty wizards surrounded Sylby. He couldn't help but smiled coldly. The Boss of the Colosseum really paid for him in order to make him submit.

Take a step back, put your hands together, and plan to use spell.

However, at this moment, someone laughed in the dark.

"You just refuse him like this, maybe next time you enter the Colosseum, he will secretly stumble you." A man's voice came from his side: "Poison, change your opponent , It’s normal to even find someone to fight."

The brazier was lit again.

In the rays of light, a blond man walked out slowly from the exit on the other side of the rat road. He was about 30 years old. He was very tall and unusually tall. He was very heroic, broad-shouldered and clothed. Red cloak with a lion embroidered on the chest. On his calf leather belt, there is also a silver sword studded with rubies.

Although he had never seen him before, Silby knew who this person was at a glance.

This surprised him very much.

Godric .Gryffindor!

He has been in Pandora City for three months now. He is no longer the immature Prince who has just left the Kingdom of Aragon. Of course he knows the strength of the guy in front of him.

A man known as a lion, the enemy of Goblin. One of the strongest wizards on the continent. Even Slytherin had to look for foreign aid when facing him.

"Why are you?" Silby asked warily. (Does the Colosseum Boss even invite Godric Gryffindor to get him?)

"I usually gamble on hobby." Gryffindor laughed against the wall and said casually : "I made at least 500 gold coins on you. I can tell you how to say thank you for it."

It seems that I didn't come to find fault.

Silby glanced behind him, and he could feel the eyes that spied on him in secret disappear. No matter what ideas those people had before seeing Gryffindor, they dare not implement it now.

But he did not thank the man in front of him much, one doesn't visit a temple without a cause, he would rather face a group of mobs than the wizard of this world cream of the crop, especially It is at this time. He had to rush back before Slytherin woke up.

"What's the matter with you."

He asked politely.

"I see the bloody nose and swollen face often beaten by people when you first came here, but now, you have maintained an unbeaten record for 30 consecutive games, how did you do it? ?" Gryffindor looked at him with great interest.

"If it's you, maybe 300 games can be maintained."

Silby laughed.

"I'm not talking about winning games, I'm talking about your ability to learn."

Gryffindor pointed to the back: "Two months ago, you would hardly have much magic, but In the last duel, you used potion, transformation, spells, and almost used astrology. How did you remember so many magic so quickly."

"Forgive me. Answer."

Silby said as he hurried away from Gryffindor with Dodoro. He really didn't know how to answer Gryffindor's question. If he claimed to be an excellent innate talent, it would be too dismissive of people.

Within a few steps, Gryffindor's shout came from behind: "You were marked by Slytherin, but that doesn't mean you will be his forever."

Slytherin Bi looked back at Gryffindor, "What then?" he asked.

"I can see a sense of courage from you, it is very similar to me. I think I want to do things, although thousands of people will stop them, but I will still go."

Gryffindor looked at him sincerely: "I know you are working for Slytherin. You take care of his daily affairs every day. You can only sneak out at night. It's not easy and unfair."

"There has never been any fairness." Silby shook his head, "You know better than me."

"I know, but you can choose."

Gryffindor extend the hand: "Come to my side and do things for me. I won't treat you like Slytherin, I won't give you any mandatory restraints, and I won't let you even participate in wizard duels and secretly participate."

"oh?"

Silby tilted his head. I have to say that Godric .Gryffindor blue's eyes are indeed easy to make people feel good. The attitude of this man is different from that of Slytherin. He is like the sun at noon, eager and warm. In contrast, Slytherin is like the moon at night, cool and mysterious.

He rolled up his sleeves and exposed his arms—there was a jade green snake pattern.

"Do you have a way to disarm it?"

Gryffindor looked at Silby's arm and sighed: "Sorry, I can't. This kind of weird curse is spell Salazar. Slytherin is good at, but not what I am good at."

paused, he said again: "However, trust me, I will make a deal with him, and I will give him a price that is enough to make his heart beat. Let him take the initiative to unlock the magic for you."

"For example?" Silby smiled and asked: "What price will make you give up pursuing Queen Pandora, are you willing?"

"This..."

Gryffindor obviously hesitated.

Silby haha ​​smiled and shook the head.

"Do you know, I came to Pandora these days, I met all the wizards, half of them praised you. I think you must excel in some aspects, so I I want to ask you a question. If your answer satisfies me, I will become your subordinate, no other words."

"What is the problem." Gryffindor immediately became serious.

"Why is there a wizard in the world?" Silby asked, looking at Gryffindor with scorching eyes.

Gryffindor was taken aback, and the seemingly young boy in front of him didn't expect to ask such a "big" question.

This question is a bit difficult to answer. He touched the chin, and after a long period of thought, slowly said: "Because someone must take greater responsibility." Gryffindor looked at Silby: "Ability The greater the responsibility, the greater the responsibility."

"Why is there a wizard?" Silby repeated his question.

Gryffindor was a little surprised, he frowned: "This is an ability, a profession, no different from a chef, a blacksmith, or a carpenter."

"You still didn't answer me. Questions."

Silby's eyes flashed disappointment, he stared at Gryffindor closely: "Why is there a wizard in the world?"

His eyes burned, as if an arc of light was in it. Jumping, shining, made Gryffindor feel a little dazzling: "He doesn't understand why the young man in front of him is asking this kind of question. I can't answer, I can only say, this...this is an innate talent."

"Do you think this is a random innate talent?" Silby asked immediately.

"If you look at most wizards, yes."

Gryffindor said dryly: "This innate talent is random. The wizard family may also have squib, muggle family A wizard may also be born."

Silby laughed, took a step back, shook his head, and looked disappointed. Seeing his expression, Gryffindor couldn't help asking: "Why, doesn't my answer satisfy you?"

"Not at all."

Silby said calmly:" If it's all random, what's the difference between following you or following Slytherin?"

After that, he pushed Dodoro.

"Let's go."

Dodoro followed the gray-haired boy in confusion. The conversation between Silby and Gryffindor just now, he was a cloud mountain mister who listened. , I don’t understand what these two people are expressing at all.