Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

Until Slytherin turned to leave the arena, the bald messenger raised his hand and sang: "Godric. Gryffindor wins and Salazar. Slytherin is out."

In relief, when he crooked his sword's hand, he opened his mouth and spit out an azure black liquid. That should be Slytherin's first venom bet for him.

After he vomited Poison Blood, azure black's neck slowly faded, returning a trace of flesh color. The golden rune on the neck gradually faded away.

He coughed and stood up and walked to the bald messenger.

The queen sitting on the chariot and wand beside her, symbolizing the power of the king, magnified in his eyes.

The bald messenger put his hands in his sleeves and looked around all around: "Is there anyone to challenge? If there is no challenge, then I will decide who will enter the Pandora Palace."

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absolute silence.

Slytherin’s Basilisk stare killed too many people before, but even so, it failed to defeat Gryffindor.

The people of the Slytherin camp have been beaten to the ground by Gryffindor, and those who are not in the camp can't afford much courage to challenge.

Seeing no one answered, the bald-headed messenger was nodded.

"Then, now, I announce..."

"Wait a minute."

A cold call interrupted the messenger's Read out.

The sound comes from the high platform, attracting everyone's attention.

Those who were still alive were shocked, the spectators, the guards, the maids, the messengers. Godric .Gryffindor looked at the gray-haired boy who was walking down slowly with a stunned expression. Only Queen Pandora raised her eyebrows slightly, not knowing what she thought of.

Slytherin watched Silby step off the platform, his expression became confused, because he had obviously sent Silby to participate in a game.

He was obviously the first guy to play, and he lost to the red-haired shapeshifter at the time, but why did he turn his head and ran into the arena again? This is not right. The rules are clearly not written like that. .

Others were also confused. Someone shouted: "Hey, you guy, didn't you lose once before? Why did you go up again?"

No one answered , The herald had no intention of answering, Silby did not speak.

But when they finally saw Silby take out another red invitation letter from his pocket and put it in the hands of the bald messenger, they all sucked in a breath of cold air.

The bald messenger raised the invitation letter in his hand and said: "Silby Spencer, challenge Gryffindor."

Slytherin suddenly realized that the killing intent in his eyes was never seen again. Unstoppable. This guy pretended not to have an invitation letter before, and ended up with an invitation letter from the bloodthirsty twins Dodoruo and Tyra. The infusion was also the bloodthirsty twin. He has never lost.

It's no wonder that this guy didn't want to do anything in the first round competition, so he looked like a foolish man.

"You guy..."

"You guy!!"

After figuring out all this, Slytherin roared out, just thinking that Some are dark, it is angry. I didn't feel so angry when I lost to Gryffindor.

Countless thoughts flooded Slytherin's mind.

If he has an invitation letter, wouldn't he have been acting since the meeting? Pretend to be ignorant, pretend to be fledgling, pretend to be indifferent to the throne. Everything is for the present in this brief moment! ? Let yourself work for him? Let yourself help him weaken the strength of Gryffindor, and let him take advantage of it. Why does he dare to do this, and where does his courage come from? Could it be that he had premeditated when he entered the snake's belly...

A big drama was happening quickly in Slytherin's mind. He felt that he was cheated, and being cheated meant he was stupid , And he is Slytherin impossible, so the only reason is that this guy is too slippery.

Its heart can be punishable!

Soon, Slytherin made a decision. He didn't want to wait anymore, he strode back, thinking about nothing, just wanted to kill Silbig on the spot.

But a silver hand stopped him, and the bald messenger did not know when he came to him, extend the hand, said with a smile: "Your grievances will be resolved after the end of the competition."

Slytherin tried to get around the silver hand, but no matter how he got around, the silver hand was placed in front of him and couldn't get around it.

In the end, he had to helplessly give up, looking bitterly at the back of the gray-haired boy, forcibly pressing the murderous intent in his heart, flicking his long sleeves, striding up to the high platform and sitting cross-legged. .

Silby sensed Slytherin's anger towards him, and sensed the severe pain in his arm, but he stood in front of Gryffindor without saying a word.

He didn't care about Slytherin's thoughts, and he didn't care about other people's gazes. The king is like dung, and he is not interested in the queen's appearance. To say that Queen Pandora is interested in him, it is probably only her mouth, the endless collection of books in the palace.

But he still stood in front of Gryffindor.

Because he must confirm one thing, must confirm whether Godric. Gryffindor was the one he had seen in his dream, the guy who made him stand up.

After seeing Silby hand over the invitation letter to the messenger, Gryffindor's face was relieved, and then he cheered up, picked up the sharp sword in his hand, and stared at him intently. No matter why this guy is standing in front of him, since he is here, it is worth his twelve points of spirit.

At this time, the setting sun is thick, burning the sunset clouds on the horizon as if blood has been smeared. The sea is also shining and dazzling. The two are opposed to each other, apart from this there is no one else. In this arena, the one who can stand on the stage alive in the end is the winner.

After a stalemate for a few seconds, Silby stood still, and Gryffindor bent his body extremely vigorously, pulled out his sharp Goblin sword from his waist, and slowly approached. .

The pace he walks is very peculiar, like the ground under his feet is very smooth, he must walk forward, giving people the illusion of floating, just like those primordial black tribes celebrating victory Afterwards, dance around the fire.

Silby eyes shrank, Gryffindor didn't use any of the magic moves he had used before, maybe he has not much mana, but his posture is still full of oppression.

Suddenly, Gryffindor uttered a weird scream, which shook everyone’s eardrums with a dull pain. His feet staggered, and the steps under his feet had become bigger, and the The sharp sword kept throwing from the left hand to the right hand, and then from the right hand to the left hand! He seems to be aggressive, but the steps under his feet are quite vain. They draw arcs one after another. In fact, they are in fact a posture of half a step backwards after taking a step further.

Silby can see that Gryffindor is not so physically strong. If he takes advantage of the momentum, he can naturally retreat and consume his physical strength to fight.

At this time, his combat experience is already quite rich. Gryffindor's intention is already clear as a flame in his eyes. There is a trace of caution in his eyes, and his feet accelerate towards this aggressive England. The lion rushed straight up!

Five meters, three meters, two meters!

Gryffindor in the heart silently counted the distance between each other, his breathing suddenly became heavy and bloodshot in his eyes. Judging from the performance of the previous squirrel cage arena, the strange boy in front of him is extremely flexible.

However, no matter how flexible he is, as long as he can recover most of his physical strength. Then the victory is undoubtedly a certainty, after all, he is too young.

Silby just raised his fist like this, and the deng deng deng directly crushed it like a reckless African buffalo.

At this moment, Gryffindor felt the wind blowing.

His lips slightly raised, his footsteps were ghost-like, and he took three steps back, avoiding Silby's boxing.

Even in the process of retreating, Gryffindor is also ready to counterattack. He has extremely rich combat experience. At this moment, at least seven ways have flashed in his mind to counteract Sylby’s coming one. After another continuous attack.

In the end, he chose to make a trial.

Gryffindor gave a sharp scream. He banged the sharp sword in the right hand to his left hand, and then with a cry, the cold light flashed and cut it off with a sharp sword.

But Silby moved his left hand up a square indifferently!

The wizards next to him heard cry out in surprise. Gryffindor’s strength is obvious to all.

In an encounter with Slytherin, he even used a sharp sword to smash the snake armor on Slytherin's body! In their eyes, Silby's end must be his left hand being chopped in two, and then by the way, most of his body was chopped alive!

But the bloody scene did not happen as expected.

The sharp blade of the Goblin sword slashed on Silby's palm, igniting a long string of sweet tremors, but it couldn't hurt it.

He actually grabbed Goblin's sharp blade, unheard-of, with his bare hands.

But when you look closely, you can see that there is a transparent Formation in Silby's palm, like an invisible Vajra Palm sleeve, which protects Silby's palm.

Silby’s voice was sweet, and he didn’t know before he did it. After doing it, he instantly felt an indescribable force on his wrist, pressing every cell in his arm. In wailing, the whole body is deflected.

This is still when Gryffindor is injured. If he wins, how terrifying is his power?

After releasing this secretly attacked sword.

Silby flew back with the counter-shock from the Gryffindor sword, but after a few steps back, he immediately realized that he had been forced to the edge of the arena. If he fell, he would Was immediately judged as a failure.

So he stroked his right foot and forcibly stopped backing.

Then, a dazzling light burst out of his left hand.

Gryffindor determined that it was some dangerous spells, and immediately raised his sword in a defensive stance.

But the rays of light flashed in the air!

A cloud of purple smoke exploded in the arena.

Gryffindor was taken aback for a moment, and then slowly moved to the sword.

Confusion spells are not some profound spells. On the contrary, they are just very simple spells. They have no other effect except blurring the line of sight.

After that, Silby quickly moved on the arena. Every few steps he moved, he released a smoke curse, and every few steps he moved, he released a smoke curse.

Gryffindor frowned in confusion, this guy, shouldn't he think that only a few clouds of smoke can sneak attack himself. He is not a gangster wizard who eats in the rat road, as long as he recovers a little physical strength, killing him is just with no difficulty.

He didn't take advantage of his fatigue to attack himself, but instead made all these flowers here, what is this kid doing?

However, Gryffindor soon stopped wondering about these. If Silby wants to get a smoke bomb, let him do it. He just breathed calmly, quickly regaining his strength, anyway, as long as his strength recovered a little, Gryffindor thought he could beat Silby with his eyes closed.

In the stands, Slytherin looked at the smoke, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. For some reason, his hanging heart gradually fell into his chest.

I really think too much.

After the shock at first, he saw that Silby’s true strength was also only this. It's okay to bet and gamble in Underground City, and it's okay to fight with gangsters. I really ran into an opponent like Godric and Gryffindor and used the Underground City set. Wouldn't it bring about one's own destruction? Can the trifling smoke stop the Gryffindor?

The hard power gap is too big.

After ten breaths, there was smoke all over the arena, and Gryffindor opened his eyes from recovery. Ten breaths are enough for Peak experts.

The blood flow inside the human body travels 6,894 kilometers every day, and after Gryffindor takes a deep breath, the blood flow speed at this moment is more than ten times faster.

He made a bold move and immediately locked Silby's position in the smoke. Lean over, sink shoulders, rush forward, top hard, in one go.

Peng!

The smoke was torn apart by the strong wind, and a muffled noise came. Gryffindor hit the young man in the smoke with his shoulder like a giant dashing elephant.

Silby couldn't help but his eyes widened in astonishment! Spit out bitter water, and backed quickly.

Gryffindor has a slight experience, this guy is unstoppable, he actually endured a collision with his full strength with his body! You also exposed your back to yourself, which is tantamount to exposing a huge weak spot!

For the battle scene at this time, the weak spot is equal to death, and Gryffindor's fighting instinct will naturally not let go of this weak spot.

Less than a second.

He caught up with Silby who was fleeing and swept his sword.

This sword brought the anger of Gryffindor and the physical strength of his new student. He was sure that even if this kid had any weird Formation, he could still make the Formation and his arm 1 point. For two.

Silby looked at the silver light behind him, and stopped instead. A sudden brake stopped in place, and then he rolled on the spot without any image, avoiding enough to cut off his head. A fatal blow.

Through inertia, Gryffindor took seven or eight steps forward, an abrupt stop, and paused on the edge of the arena.

He was coldly smiled, flanked and twisted, turned his head and leg raised and kicked on Silby who was on the ground.

I didn't know if it was too fast to dodge or did not expect the Gryffindor to be so fast, Silby firmly grasped the ground and forcibly took this kick.

This kick broke three of his ribs.

Crack!

After the terrifying sound of bone cracking spread to the audience, more than 90% of the wizards present felt the same, and made a "hissing" inhalation sound.

Silby vomited a big mouthful of blood.

Then climbed up to support, wanting to retreat.

Coming one after another is Gryffindor momentum is big, power is deep's knee bump, which hit Silby's abdomen heavily and bends him down directly.

Silby's face turned blue all of a sudden, he opened his mouth to spit a mouthful of blood mixed with bile, and knelt heavily in front of Gryffindor.

Not moving anymore.

The smoke gradually dissipated, and everyone could clearly see the gray-haired boy kneeling in front of Gryffindor, vomiting blood. Qi Qi relaxeded, shook his head and sighed "Oh", regretting not to witness a comeback. There is also the feeling of as it should be by rights.

Yes, it was indeed beyond everyone's expectations that he continued to play in the face of the teenager's defeat in Slytherin.

If this young man really defeated the seriously injured Gryffindor, it would be a chance to become a god of war and become a myth.

Unfortunately, looking at what he looks like now, the myth can't be achieved, and it can only become what a joke for others to talk about.

The strength gap is too big.

In addition to set off Gryffindor's power, what else can he do?

Gryffindor coughed a few times dry, and after over a dozen battles, after defeating Slytherin, he continued to defeat an enemy with serious injuries, even he was at his limit at this moment.

But he still stands proudly, wipes the spilled blood on the corner of his lips with his middle finger, puts Goblin’s sharp blade on the kneeling Silby’s neck, and looks around the audience. Coldly continued: "Who else wants to challenge?"

Death silence.

I'm afraid that the most daring and most ludicrous challenger at this time is the courage. They are afraid that they will never challenge Gryffindor again. This man is too terrifying.

In the stands, Slytherin's back gradually relaxed, yes, as expected. Silby still lost, even though he was so talented, the innate talent was amazing. But after all, his exposure to magic is too short, and he is far from the opponent of Godric Gryffindor, a veteran who has been immersed in the wizard world for more than ten years.

Now just wait for him to come back.

Slytherin squinted his eyes, already dreaming about the scene of Sylby who was cunning swallowed by snakes in his head.

Seeing no answer, Gryffindor coldly retracted his eyes, looked at Silby, and educateed: "You are too seeking instant benefit. Even if you really want to be king, you are definitely not at this age. Do it."

Silby lowered his head, motionless.

Gryffindor shook his head, put away the sword, sighed, and turned to the Herald. Silby had already lost, and there was no battle strength at all. Now, just wait for the messenger to pronounce the result of victory.

After a few steps, Gryffindor saw that the bald messenger tilted his head and looked at him with a smile, but did not pronounce his victory.

Then, a hoarse laughter came from behind him: "You are too careless, Gryffindor."

Gryffindor turned his head abruptly, but saw that he was kicked to the point of being bile. The vomiting guy actually stood up swayingly at this moment. He was very embarrassed, but there was a strange expression on his face. Is that... disappointed?

Gryffindor frowned, swinging his sword at Silby: "Don't hold on, you are an arrow at the end of its flight, and you are definitely not my opponent."

"Of course," Silby wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, indifferently said: "Now I am of course not your opponent, I have never been your opponent, but who said that your opponent is What about me?"

"What?"

Gryffindor looked at the pale-faced gray-haired boy. He couldn't figure it out for a while, wondering what he wanted to express, but always Vaguely feel that something is wrong.

Silby raised two fingers:

"The second rule is that in the ring, there must be a master who can challenge continuously, no matter the order, no matter the means, only battle Until the end, you can enter the main palace. If you leave the ring, you will be judged to admit defeat."

"So what, did you fight to the end?" Gryffindor asked with disdain, he thought this guy was simply Maybe my brain was broken by myself.

"It looks similar." Silby laughed, "But how can you be sure that you never left the ring?"

Gryffindor was taken aback and looked at his feet .

oh la la!

The stones that formed the arena shattered, and within ten steps, a series of landslides were formed. Gryffindor immediately dropped two heads and stood on an ordinary dirt mountain road. His eyes widened in an instant, and cold sweat spread all over his back on the spot...This, when is this happening! ?

On the other hand, Silby stood on the edge of the fracture and said with a faintly disappointed tone: "I didn't want to fight you actively at all. From beginning to end, I am using transfiguration to expand the arena. The area, when at first, the arena was one hundred steps wide and one hundred fifty steps long, but now, it is one hundred fifty steps long, but there is one hundred ten steps wide.

And where you are, it is the ten steps from many places. It is a pity that it is fake, it was made by me."

"So, cough cough... .."

Silby coughed twice, "You lost, you lost to the rules."

Godric .Gryffindor was completely dumbfounded. At this moment, countless clues were coming from Connected in his mind, smoke bombs, seduce him to continue the offensive posture, rather than die rather than move forward. It turned out that it was all to seduce himself out of the correct ring position and stay inside...

At this moment, Gryffindor's face was deadly white, and he blankly opened his mouth, extending the hand , Step forward, what else do you want to say.

It's too late.

The bald-headed messenger's eyes were bent into crescents with a smile, and he raised a hand: "Winner, Sylby Spencer, Godric. Gryffindor, out."