Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

The red-haired man is triumphant in the ring. On the side of Slytherin, a thin and tall old man quietly stood up. He took a potion bottle from his arms and took a sip.

After that, he moved his neck and wandered off the platform.

While passing by with Silby, Silby heard the man’s deep sarcasm: "Trash."

Silby didn’t argue, he was about to faint when he arrived. Beside the dizzy Tyra, he squatted down with a smile: "Well, what a big deal."

Dodoro looked at Silby angrily, gritted his teeth and said, "You are playing We!"

Dodoro said angrily. As Silby’s subordinate, he secretly accompanied him to the Rat Road Colosseum at night. Dodoro knew the strength of this youngster better than anyone, and Because of this, he is more angry than anyone else.

"Look at it."

Silby patted his shoulder indifferently and returned to Slytherin's side, as if nothing had happened, standing behind him.

"That's how you won thirty games?"

Slytherin asked him happily.

"The state is not good today." Silby sighed slightly: "I played too hard at night, and I didn't take a break."

"Good, good, good!"

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Slytherin si si said: "It's really amazing, and I have learned all the negativity."

"No,"

Slytherin si si said: "His site is no better than the rat road iron cage. The rat road iron cage is protected on all sides. No matter how you fall, you can't fall out. But this place is a bit too small and I can't get used to it for a while."

"Hmph!"

Slytherin looked at him, coldly snorted.

I don’t even bother to expose his perfunctory, he has made up his mind in his heart, waiting for this matter, he must not keep this "servant", this guy is too deep-minded, too strong-minded, What's more difficult to control is that he is very secretive about his true thoughts and almost never actively expresses it.

Slytherin hates others who think of himself as a fool, and he doesn’t want someone stronger than himself in the world, whether he is Gryffindor, Sylby, or anyone else, he wants others to mention this era At that time, there is only one person who can remember-Salazar. Slytherin, the greatest wizard.

In the arena, the thin and tall old man blankly handed his red invitation letter to the bald messenger.

Then he stood opposite the red-haired man who glare like a tiger watching his prey, and slowly took off his robe, revealing his scrawny body. How skinny he was, Silby looked from behind him, and he could almost see his fully bulging spine and a burned red scar.

But Silby did not dare to underestimate the skinny old man. On the contrary, his eyes became solemn, because he could feel a surging but weird natural force in the old man.

I saw him take off a necklace from his chest, open the necklace, take out a seed-like thing from it, and take it up.

Suddenly, his aging body straightened step by step, and at the same time it became vegetative step by step. His muscle fibers became thicker and longer, eventually forming plants, even bursting out one by one. His facial features became rough, and the soles of his feet continued to extend downwards, eventually stuck in the ground.

"That's Olead! Druid sect's mutiny wizard."

Someone cry out in surprise: "He actually received an invitation letter. Rumor has it that he is more than ten I was burned to death by people in the church years ago. Didn’t expect to be alive.”

The red-haired man didn’t dare to hold it up anymore. He took out the beating black heart again and secreted it. His black blood was smeared on himself, and accompanied by the lingering black energy, he turned into a ferocious tiger, roaring and rushing towards the tree man in the middle of the ring.

Crack!

The tiger pounced on the trunk, and the weight of several hundred kilograms bent the trunk down. Then it opened a huge mouth and bit the trunk. The sharp claws scratched and grabbed the sawdust. fly.

The more the tree trunk bends, the more serious it is, and the more it bends, the more serious it is. In the end, there was an unknown zhi zhi sound, which was about to break.

But at this moment, the tree trunk bent to its extreme bounced forward.

It's like a tight spring returning to its original shape.

Not only that, in the process of rebounding, countless slender or thick branches pierced out like sharp swords. whiz whiz whiz's stabbing hit the tiger's body and came out through the body.

The red-haired man let out a miserable whimper, and then there was no sound. A forked branch penetrated its throat and tore his vocal cords.

In almost two seconds, the evil tiger, who had just been invincible, was pierced into a sieve by countless branches in the blink of an eye.

It was hung miserably in the air, and the blood flowed down the branches like a stream crash-bang on the ground.

This is the first time this game has seen blood.

The trunk was slow, but bent down firmly.

The red-haired man’s body was placed on the ground, and the close and numerous branches were dragged and pulled out of the man’s body. The vines spread up silently, Oleard rooted deeply in the soil, looking around all around.

The bald messenger immediately raised his hand and said with a smile: "Oleard wins and Jones is out."

Then, three red invitations fell into the tree. Olead's hands.

"Does anyone still want to challenge?"

The tree man made a dull and heavy accent, such as a wood hitting: "If not, please hand in the red invitation letter, don’t block On the road of the old man."

"What a joke!"

On the other side of Gryffindor, a northern wizard wearing a thick fur coat stood up fiercely: "Compare skills, Those who lose will retreat. Why do we have to kill the killer? Don’t you think we are not small enough?"

The treeman Ole Adronron turned around and looked at the face of the northern wizard who was talking, said with a sneer : "If you are dissatisfied, you can solve it through martial power, and then solve the problem by yourself. I don't have the time to talk big with you!"

Now!

Scar man drew a short scimitar from his waist, "Bibibi, who is afraid of whom?"

He jumped into the arena and threw it under his body. A glass ball came out, the glass ball shattered, and ice cold aura covered the arena like a tide.

In an instant, the branches of Oleard’s body were frozen with bits and pieces, but he also not to be outdone, shook the frost on his body, and shook off countless seeds at the same time. Put down roots, the entire arena has grown into a forest of thorns.

"You can't sit here, you can't stand, you can't lie down!"

Ole Adlon said, "No one wants to kill me in the bushes."

"Fart!"

In the cold mist, the man shouted,

He took out a glass ball from his pocket again, and the glass ball shattered. A huge snowball fell from the sky and hit Oleard's tree body, and the white drowned him.

For a while, there was no movement under the snow.

Everyone in the Gryffindor camp stood up, applauded, and shouted.

Silby stared at the arena with scorching eyes. The wizard who played this time should be a man with high accomplishments in spells, but he was not so powerful as to freely control spells, so You can only put the spell in a glass ball.

However, if there is only this degree, he should not be able to defeat Oleard, the reason Silby thinks is very simple, he can see the magic traces of the man's spell, and even guess its Composition, if given time, he thinks he can optimize those spells.

But Oleard’s power is more like a kind of innate talent, something naturally formed. It is difficult for him to analyze and imitate, and at the same time it is more changeable.

Sure enough, just when the wizards on the Gryffindor side applauded.

The northern wizard holding a machete suddenly knelt on the ground, covered his throat, rolled his eyes on the ground, and convulsed.

This shocking change surprised everyone.

Silby wrinkled frowned, and after thinking about it for a moment, he knew the reason. The thorns that grew on the ground were poisonous. During the first wave of offensive by the northern wizard, they were accidentally scratched by poisonous leaves. , At this moment, a poisonous attack occurred, and the battle strength was lost.

Outside the arena, the bald-headed messenger raised his hand with a smile, "Oleard wins and Cromo is out."

Slytherin's face showed a touch of joy.

The ice and snow that lost control gradually faded, revealing Oleard's body that was crushed in half by the snowball. He also seemed to have suffered some trauma. But the lewd prestige of killing two people in a row is still there, making everyone afraid to step forward.

After this victory, the old man named Oleard got four red invitations. What's more terrifying is that after two rounds of fierce battle, his bent body gradually recovered It's normal.

Not only has he returned to normal, he has also taken root deeply in the ground. The trunk is thicker and thicker, the branches are getting denser, and close and numerous red leaves grow on the branches.

Silby quickly discovered the reason. The wizard killed by Oleard was dragged into the ground silently by his branches. Their blood, their nutrients, It was all absorbed by this weird tree man. No wonder he dared to play so early, because he could be more and more courageous. The more people who died, the more powerful he was.

Other wizards also posted about Oleard's weirdness.

Even Slytherin looked at him with fear. Wizard world crouching tiger hidden dragon, it is difficult to guarantee that a dark horse will not be killed halfway and swept everyone.

If this fails and is killed, not only will it lose the king's throne, but it will even become his nourishment. Who dares to do it?

Just when everyone was afraid to come forward, Gryffindor, who was sitting on the opposite platform, stood up. He laughed, holding the silver Goblin sword, and slowly walked off the high platform.

Everyone has heard of Godric .Gryffindor's name, his bravery, his recklessness, and his toughness. When he finally chose to appear on the stage, the chirp chirp twitter twitter in the stands on both sides stopped.

Even Queen Pandora, who was expressionless and fluctuating, straightened her back and looked at the blond man in red cloak without blinking.

The red cloak rustled behind him, he came to Oleard who had grown into a towering tree, and looked up at him.

"Do you admit defeat by yourself, or do you want me to do it myself?"

"What a joke, Godric." Old man jié jié said with a smile: "Others are afraid of you , I’m not afraid of you, Goblin’s sword is indeed unique and unmatched against dark magic, but I use it, but it’s not dark magic."

"Well, indeed, deformation plus Herbology?" Gryffindor praised Nodded: "You are unique, how about it, are you interested in coming to work under my command, your ability should not be buried in Slytherin's hands."

, Slytherin's face on the high platform was green, and Silby thought that Gryffindor, this guy, really did not forget to dig Slytherin's corner all the time.

"I'm not following him, I just don't like it, your kind of arrogant and arrogant personality."

old man zhi zhi bowed his body:" Our wizard has survived to this day, but it's all low-key survival, be worldly-wise and play safe!"

After speaking, he spiraled. Each branch or vine turned into a deadly scimitar, cutting across Gryffindor's body.

Gryffindor stomped on the ground quickly and decisively. The ground trembled like a Level 8 earthquake. The people on both sides of the stands were swayed by the shock, and the entire arena was completely shattered, revealing the intricately rooted trees hidden under me. root.

While the rubble flew across, he quickly drew Goblin's sword and slashed at the corpses wrapped in tree roots, almost becoming a phantom.

Silby admired secretly, he was worthy of the Gryffindor, and he saw the key at a glance. As long as the roots of the tree are destroyed, the nutrient-lost Oleard will be unsustainable.

Oleard naturally wouldn’t sit and wait for death. His roots dragged the bodies of two people and dived down quickly. At the same time, he lifted the branches on the other hand and inserted them into the ground to form obstacles after another. Blocking the path of Gryffindor.

Gryffindor wielded Goblin's sword in full swing, but he cut off all the branches that blocked him. The cut branches, gu gu shed red blood.

"With this ability, you should unite with us and stop fighting each other!" In the fierce battle, Gryffindor still squeezed out energy to win over each other.

This Olead was so angry, he roared: "Don't underestimate others, let's talk about it when you win!"

With his roar , The branches cut by Gryffindor all came back to life, they grew branches and feet, hehe haha ​​ran to Gryffindor, exploded violently, and exploded a cloud of purple poisonous smoke in the air.

In the stands, Silby immediately covered his nose and shook his head. The entire head was quickly covered by a cloud of water. He didn't want to be affected by the battle.

In the arena, Gryffindor's vision is blurred and his fast pace slows down.

After that, countless vines caught up with him and entangled in his hand holding the Goblin sword. After restraining his arms, Ole Adron straightened up, and a branch turned into a huge sharp wooden knife, severely chopped down, unexpectedly trying to cut off Gryffindor's sword-holding arm.

In in a flash, Gryffindor slightly smiled. He lost Goblin's sword, his hands were covered with flames, and the flames on his arms changed from red to hot blue in a flash, and burned from the vines to the main body of Oleard.

Silby stared straight at the flame, and his brain almost instinctively began to analyze the changes and composition of the spells.

In the raging flames, Oleard began to scream.

Gryffindor slid behind him with a quick slip, and hugged the guy across his waist, both of his hands hugged his main trunk, exerting force on his waist and abdomen.

Afterwards, in Silby's shocked gaze, he forcibly pulled out Oleard, who was deeply rooted in the ground.

What a power this is! !

Shocked to shocked. After the shocked, Silby immediately analyzed the cause of Gryffindor's enormous power, which is by no means a power that humans can possess. Upon careful perception, he found that under the skin of Gryffindor, there was a gleam. If there is no magic rune, sure enough, it is also a kind of power blessing magic, and it is quite ancient and powerful magic.

Can't be the enemy.

He immediately gave himself such instructions in his mind.

In the arena, the battle has become fierce.

The uprooted Oleard struggled desperately, every tentacles turned into needles, spiraling downwards and piercing Gryffindor's body, the lion-like man did not evade , And his fingers pricked like Oleard's chest, coming out through his chest.

While the sawdust was flying, he held a red seed between his fingertips.

After the seed was taken away, the towering tree Oleard immediately withered, and his body shrank rapidly. In less than thirty seconds, he became shriveled and skinny again, coughing and trembling constantly on the ground.

Gryffindor released him, turned around and pulled out the Goblin sword inserted on the ground, and put it on Oleard’s neck, indifferently said: "You can disagree with my way of doing things, but you I cannot but agree with my sword, now, acknowledge allegiance, or death."

"I.....acknowledge allegiance......"

Skinny old The man crawled on the ground, trembling.