Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

Seeing Oleard's defeat, the fighting spirit of everyone in Slytherin instantly fell to the bottom. Sure enough, the name is not in vain, and after less than ten moves, Gryffindor defeated its powerful War General.

They focused their eyes on the Slytherin wearing a green robe. The king on the opposite side had already taken action, but the king on his side was still sitting on the high platform.

In the face of that kind of power, most people are afraid that they will only become cannon fodder. Now, they can only hope that this wizard, which is as famous as Gryffindor, can perform miracles.

But Slytherin remained unmoved at all, he coldly said: "Bamon, Daniel, Clemens, the three of you take turns to go up first and consume his energy."

The legs of the three guys named by Slytherin were all weak. They looked at Slytherin in horror: "We...we're afraid...I'm afraid it's not their opponent."

"As long as you It can kill his strength. After the matter is done, I can't do without your credit. That's good." Slytherin said calmly.

"But in case, what if I die?"

A wizard named by him hesitated and said: "It doesn't matter if you die any more credit."

"After losing, as long as you call out the red invitation letter and give up, he won't kill you." Slytherin looked at Gryffindor and said confidently: "He is too confident to kill you at all. People."

Hearing Slytherin say this, and thinking about Gryffindor's past deeds, the three people named were relaxed, and they walked off the arena one after another.

However, in less than 5 points, the three Slytherin players who ended up were completely defeated. They were beaten into muggles and lost their helmets and armors. None of them could survive the second hand of Gryffindor. Ten strokes.

Slytherin is also very persistent. No matter how many people lose, he will persevere in sending people into the arena to consume Gryffindor's physical strength.

And Gryffindor is like a tireless machine, maintaining a vigorous energy from start to finish. After dozens of wheels fought hard, he didn't even breathe disorderly.

As Slytherin said, as long as he surrenders and hand over the red invitation letter, he will not kill. In fact, from the beginning of the battle to the present, he hasn't killed a single person, and his hands are almost stop.

This makes Silby feel that this person is powerful, but he can't help but admire him. If the previous Oleard relied on the roots to absorb the nutrients of the deceased and satisfy himself to fight, then this guy is standing on the ring by relying solely on his own strength.

Moreover, this man has a certain noble temperament, but powerful but tolerant, maybe he will really be a good king.

But...

Silby couldn’t help but floated to Queen Pandora, who was sitting in the car. She hasn’t made any sound since the start of the fight. He didn't express any opinions, and his eyes didn't make waves, as if everything that happened in the arena had nothing to do with her.

What's the situation?

Silby browses tightly frowns. Everyone can see that Gryffindor has the True King style, so why is she indifferent at all.

She chose to start this game, isn't she just to select the best king?

Curiosity was boiling in Silby's heart, and the innate inquisitive spirit tortured him. He was eager to know what was the idea in this woman's mind.

Finally, after the last person sent by Slytherin was defeated. The red invitations owned by Godric.Gryffindor are already piled up as high as a hill.

On the high platform of the Gryffindor red camp, the atmosphere is as warm as the tide. Of course, Godric .Gryffindor has defeated more than a dozen opponents in a row. In any case, the energy consumption is huge. Slytherin waits for work with ease, and must have advantages in physical fitness and magic power.

But the vigor brought by more than a dozen consecutive victories is also real. Under the sorrow of the Slytherin side, the people on the Gryffindor side almost waved flags, beat gongs and drums.

On the ring, the last person left with his tail in a dingy manner. Gryffindor put away the sword gracefully, looked at Slytherin without red heart, and asked: "When are you going to shoot?"

Slytherin motionless.

Looking at the high platform like an old monk enters Ding, without blinking his eyes.

"Hey, old snake, are you going to let your allies die?"

Someone over Gryffindor made a harsh laugh.

"Where did you recruit these mobs? I'm afraid it might have sold out the snakes in the house."

A mockery of the Gryffindor camp.

Slytherin remains unmoved as if it is petrified.

"Hey, Salazar, look at me!"

At this moment, a guy on the Gryffindor side jumped up, twisted his waist on the high platform, his hands twisted on top of his head, Dressed up as a snake-there was a flickering sound in his mouth.

His performance won the Gryffindor's cheers, and even the guards of Pandora's Palace who were onlookers laughed under the armor.

But Salazar.Slytherin is still motionless.

Wait, is he really motionless?

Silby stood behind Slytherin, his keen insight made him notice a little strange. A gust of wind blew, and Slytherin's body sitting on the high platform swayed slightly. It was not his clothes being blown by the wind, but his body swaying from side to side. It seemed that the body suddenly lost weight and became an empty shell.

This...

Silby's eyes widened.

Huh!

The wind suddenly became stronger, and Slytherin's body on the high platform shook violently, then fell to the ground lightly and rolled twice.

"Huh~"

The wizards on the Gryffindor platform all took a step back. Exclaimed. The triumphant wizard over there pretending to be a snake was taken aback and stopped moving.

In the arena

Gryffindor's eyes widened suddenly-the snake sloughed off!

He raised Goblin's sword, instantly rounded a full moon, and slashed around his body.

Hula, a sword fell through.

Crack! !

With the sound of the ground cracking.

A man jumped out of the ground violently. He stretched out his hand, and his palm was a serpentine jade green snake.

His green robe is tight and iron body, which shines like snake scales, and his neck is even like a king cobra, with an arc-shaped outer skin, which is extremely exaggerated.

It was Slytherin. He didn't know when to use the snake sloughing technique to leave an empty shell on the high platform, but he went underground, waiting for the opportunity.

In a flash, the big jade green snake in Slytherin's palm bit Gryffindor's neck, and there was no way to hide.

At this moment, all the watching wizards, including Silby, had their hearts beating violently, terrifying like walking in the dark and hitting a ghost head on.

This long-planned attack hit Godric .Gryffindor completely unprepared. His throat was bitten on the spot by the poisonous snake of jade green, and a cloak of blood was spattered.

Gryffindor's reaction is also extremely fast, he immediately without the slightest hesitation, raises the sharp sword, and draws an arc.

Crack!

One sword cut off the snake's head, and by the way, he also cut off the hair on his forehead.

In a flash, he backed frantically, clutching his neck, and violently tore off the jade green snake head that was biting on it, and threw it on the ground.

That's the case. The venom contained in the snake head also made his face turn blue, and the blood vessels on his neck turned blue.

He clutched his neck and coughed violently on the ground. His chest undulated violently, and blood dripped from his fingers.

This is Godric Gryffindor's first injury in more than a dozen games. As soon as Slytherin shot, the man was hit hard.

"hmph hmph hmph..."

Slytherin in a green robe walked out of the broken ground slowly, with a cold smile on his mouth .

The stand absolute silence.

Subsequently, the pan was fried.

All the wizards of the Gryffindor camp were lying on the high platform and shouted in horror: "Godric! Godric, are you all right!"

"Godric, cheer up!"

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Slytherin shook the blood from his fingers coldly, turned his head and swept away.

The shouts of the stands were immediately silent, becoming absolute silence again.

Then, Slytherin pointed to the man who twisted his waist and pretended to be a snake. He gave him a look of "you are dead".

The man collapsed on the ground on the spot, was courage entirely to break with a frightened look in his eyes, and pissed.

Good guy.

Silby had lingering thoughts. He had already regarded Slytherin very highly before, but now, he thought that Slytherin's danger level in his mind had to be raised by another level.

"Really difficult to deal with."

The hoarse voice came from the arena.

Godric .Gryffindor slowly stood up from the ground. At this time, his neck had been soaked with snake venom into azure black, which looked abnormally terrifying, but there was a row of golden rune around his neck. , To prevent the venom from spreading further, which makes Gryffindor look like it is wearing a green purple scarf.

He moved his neck and picked up the Goblin sword from the ground, hoarsely said with a smile: "Salazar, you are still by fair means or foul as always."

"This Just by fair means or foul."

Salazar. Slytherin sneered: "You are not dead yet."

"Wizard duels are traditional at any rate, Salazar."

The poisoned Gryffindor slowly bends over and lifts the Goblin Sword high above his head. In the sun, the sword is full of flames.

After that, he put away the sharp sword and placed the sword between his eyebrows, climbing in an imposing manner, far beyond any moment before.

"What's the use of tradition, I just want to win, Gryffindor."

Slytherin said with a sneer.

"I want to win with dignity."

Gryffindor said.

He disappeared.

Did it disappear?

Silby’s eyes turned crazily, and the radar generally scanned the field.

No, that's because the speed is too fast and the eyes can't keep up.

Slytherin not even think, directly opened the protective cover of the neck resembling a king cobra, forming a shield around the body.

clang!!

With a loud noise.

Gryffindor slashed a sword on the back of King Cobra, and the black and red scales actually blocked Gryffindor's sword.

Sparks splashed all over the ground.

Although the sharp sword was blocked, the huge force pressed Slytherin back frantically.

Gryffindor is reluctant, and he is poisoned even more like an angry lion than before.

The wide-open attack is dazzling, and the flames are everywhere, bits and pieces that protect Slytherin's snake-bone shield are instantly chopped up.

Wipe it!

With the last heavy blow.

Slytherin's shield shattered into scales.

But at this moment.

Salazar .Slytherin's eyes burst.

"Dead!!!"

At this moment, his jade green eyes, like Ghost Fire, turned into mysterious orange-yellow with dark vertical pupils. Among them, there are fascinating rays of light that can attract people's souls.

The dead word just came out.

Gryffindor backed frantically, and while backing, he closed his eyes. He shouted frantically: "Close your eyes, don't look at him!"

But it was still a step too late.

At this moment, anyone who looked directly at Salazar.Slytherin's yellow eyes, whether it was a guard, a wizard, or a maid, all fell down, instantly bleeding to death.

Those who turned their heads late, their bodies were petrified instantly and turned into stone.

In just one second, Slytherin up ahead the people in a fan-shaped area, pour bits and pieces, and almost disappear.

The only few people standing with their eyes closed, their legs trembling like chaff. The Death Scimitar that passed by almost floated past their heads.

This time, even Queen Pandora closed her eyes.

The bald-headed messenger who had been smiling all the time finally stopped smiling. His forehead was sweating, his palm trembling took out the handkerchief, and wiped the cold sweat from the top of his head.

Since the high platform where Silby is facing away from Slytherin, it has not been affected much.

But Silby also closed his eyes, his heart pounding.

On the one hand, he was afraid, what kind of magic power this is, what kind of magic this is. If Salazar Slytherin had used this magic on him before, then he would have been a corpse.

After a terrifying gaze, Salazar Slytherin slowly closed his eyes, and red blood dripped from the corners of his eyes. When he opened his eyes, his eyes changed back to a faint green color.

It's just that no one saw this scene, because no one dared to open their eyes no matter whether it was the stand or the arena.

On the stand, Gryffindor closed his eyes tightly. He gritted his teeth and asked tremblingly: "Eye of Basilisk, Banshee gazes, where did you get this weird bloodline?"

"You are not the one who owns the ancient magic."

Slytherin touched the scar on his face, coldly said: "In the past three years, I remember the gift you gave me."

"hahahaha."

Gryffindor closed his eyes and laughed, he swallowed, "But you are not Basilisk after all."

He closed his eyes and held a sharp The sword, slowly circling around Slytherin. "Using a bloodline that does not belong to you must be a great burden to your body."

"This is just your guess," Slytherin said with a smile: "If you really think so , Why not open your eyes to confirm."

"Oh, Salazar."

Gryffindor laughed, "Who told you that I need my eyes to fight? "

After finishing speaking, Gryffindor stepped on the ground, and the whole ground burned. In the flames, Gryffindor pulled out a silver magic from his arms and raised his hand: "Monroe Twelve Pillars!"

bang bang bang!

In the arena, twelve ancient stone pillars were erected.

The stone pillars are majestic and dilapidated. On top of each one stands a strange-looking Spiritual God, with hair stands up in anger, kind eyebrows, arrogance and arrogance, and sadness and troubles.. .....

Slytherin suddenly changed his face when he saw the twelve pillars.

"Fire."

Gryffindor closed his eyes and pointed.

The golden rune on his arm exudes a dazzling brilliance.

The twelve ancient Spiritual Gods opened their mouths one after another, bursting out flames from their mouths. The flames everywhere turned the arena into a fire sea, but the flames did not have the slightest temperature at all.

Remorse, impulse, desire, delusion...Slytherin only felt that countless emotions flooded his mind, causing him to be in a state of insanity. He sat down on his knees and looked at his palm. His body was like a candle, slowly melting in the endless flame.

He screamed, his voice spreading far away.

Silby opened his eyes slightly and saw twelve stone pillars standing on the arena. Spiritual God on the pillar opened his mouth and did nothing, but Slytherin was holding his head inside the pillar. Rolling frantically, as if there was an invisible person in the pillar cutting his flesh with a knife.

This magic is completely different from any magic that Sil has seen before. They are older and more mysterious, and they have different powers from the wizard.

In front of the magic, even Slytherin would cry.

At this moment, looking at such a powerful Gryffindor, Silby secreted a lot of adrenaline, bit his lip excitedly, and trembled.

That's right!

That's right! !

That's it!

Is he the boy I saw in my dream?

Silby thought of the dreamland he had once, the dreamland that led him out of Aragon and looked around.

The boy with his back to himself, like a mountain.

Is that you? Godric .Gryffindor.

Such magic power, so magic, if you can defeat him, you must be able to stand on the mountain and overlook the world.

He couldn't help laughing, his fists clenched. Then he immediately sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to rest.

In the duel, Gryffindor holds wand and looks pale.

Apparently, in front of the wizard of Slytherin this level, he also took out his trump card magic.

The screams in his ears were terrible, but at this moment, Gryffindor still did not dare to open his eyes. He didn't believe that his old rival Slytherin would be destroyed by spells so easily. He drew out the Goblin sword, took a deep breath, and said, "You will decide the winner in one round."

, He closed his eyes, dragged the silver sword, and rushed towards the twelve pillars, Slytherin who was holding his head and screaming.

The screams stopped abruptly.

All the pain on Slytherin's face was wiped out. He directly blocked his brain and blocked the flow of all emotions.

He got up from the ground and pulled out the wand. The wand bends into a poisonous fang, and he holds the fang in his hand. With no expression on his face, he thrust straight into Gryffindor's temple.

Although Gryffindor didn't open his eyes, he noticed the end of the scream and the imminent death.

He gritted his teeth and kept walking, but faster and faster.

Goblin's sword gleams with unmatched cold light in the sun.

Queen Pandora straightened up her waist and abdomen, breathing a little shortly.

Silby woke up from the rest and looked at the silhouettes of the two getting closer in the arena. Neither of them seemed to have the intention of avoiding the other's attack.

What is this, do these two guys want to be perish together?

Get closer, get closer!

The cold light on the tip of the sword and the venom dripping from the fangs seemed to touch together in an instant.

After all, Gryffindor's sword is longer.

Slytherin left without emotion, and within a second, his face changed a lot. But a second later, he decisively removed the fangs, and let the sharp blade of the Gryffindor away on the side of his body.

Even so, a small gap was cut in his neck, and blood slowly leaked out.

Queen Pandora's straight back slowly softened, Silby shook the head, and the wizards on both stands seemed to be sighed in relief.

Gryffindor put the sword on Slytherin’s neck, disheveled hair, his chest undulated violently, but there was an uncontrollable smile on his face: "Sa...Salazar...this time, Hehe, I won again this time."

Aren't you afraid of death?

Slytherin gritted his teeth, "If I didn’t let go, we would all die!"

"Yes." Gryffindor held up the sword, showing a passionate expression Smile: "But I know, Salazar, you see yourself more importantly than anyone else, how can you perish together with me?"

"Okay, okay."

Slytherin laughed too, but this smile was more or less helpless in it. He hated it and said, "It's really possible, Gryffindor. Ronay had persuaded me not to fight with lunatics, and she really The truth."

"Hush!"

Gryffindor whistled, his chest undulated violently, but the sword in his hand was steady: "That's what Ronay said about me, Hey, I really envy you for being able to chat with her. I wanted to come and pursue her for so long when I was young, and she would never give me a chance."

"You are too reckless, Gryffindor. Maybe except for the one behind. A queen, no one will marry you."

Salazar .Slytherin sighed, turned around and said cleanly: "I lost, you want to be a king so much, so let this king be yours. "