The bloodshed of that night caused a massive panic in Pandora, many people noticed the death and disappearance of people on the beach, and the emergence of a dozen unowned African elephants out of thin air, and the upper echelons of Pandora City sent a large number of garrison wizards to search for the murderer, but Slytherin could not be so easy to be discovered, and with a little magic, he was able to hide from the mediocre guard wizards.

Not only that, but after seizing a lot of treasure from the Gentiles, Salazar Slytherin quickly began to recruit troops and form an anti-Gryffindor group.

The reason he used was very simple, that is, Gryffindor was there, and the others would have no chance to win the queen, so it was better to kill him first.

His reasoning attracted the approval of many wizards, and the organization grew rapidly.

For a long time after that, Sylby didn't do anything out of the ordinary, and his life became hectic as he resumed his life in the belly of the snake, taking care of the Slytherin household, and keeping the newly formed anti-Gryffindor organization running.

However, as the organization grew larger and the number of people increased, Slytherin's attention to Sylby gradually decreased, and his daily attention was focused on socializing with others and secret meetings, and he rarely had time to find Sylby's stubble.

This made him smell an opportunity, and one day, after a secret meeting between Slytherin and his newfound allies, he snuck out under the pretext of purchasing and ran to the location of the magical library in the heart of Pandora.

Here, his talent was unleashed to the fullest, and even two hours of reading a day allowed him to quickly and systematically grasp the basic theories of magic, and learn a series of simple basic spells.

What Slytherin hadn't told him, he had been heavily replenished in the library.

As he became more proficient in life spells, he would use the spells he developed to help Slytherin with most chores every day, and he had more and more free time and more time for reading.

In this virtuous circle, it took him only one month to read nearly half of the books in the entire Pandora Library.

But at this point, Sylby faces an even more serious challenge. He hadn't found any offensive and defensive spells in Pandora's library, and after a little inquiry, he knew that those powerful spells or magic were controlled by those ancient families or long-established organizations, and almost nothing leaked out.

This was unacceptable to Sylby, without this magic, it meant that he would not be able to gain great combat power, and he would not be able to get rid of Slytherin's control and regain his freedom, let alone climb to the heights he wanted in his heart.

At a loss, he fell into another predicament. However, he had no other choice but to continue working and find time to go to the library in his spare time, hoping to find an opportunity to break the deadlock.

Time flowed like this, another month passed, Pandora went from summer to autumn, and the weather became drier.

That day, as usual, he arrived at the Pandora's Magical Library after talking to his allies in Slytherin, and found a large crowd surrounded by the doorway.

Sylby glanced at it as he passed by.

In the crowd, a balding old man with a white beard, dressed like Aristotle, dressed like Aristotle, stood in front of a heavy black iron block with a smug face, holding his arms. The soles of the feet touch the ground happily.

"Hurry up, Barufeo, let's take a look at your levitation charm. Some onlookers shouted impatiently.

The old wizard named Barufeo shook his head with a reserved expression and coughed, "No hurry, no hurry. ”

Sylby's ears moved, and his gaze was drawn over.

Wizards in the library would often get together to discuss messy issues, and often develop spells that had never been done before, which was considered academic research.

Sylby knew that there was such a group of people, but he had never attended their seminars, because the Slytherin had given him too much work, and he had very little free time, and he had to focus all on studying, not trial and error.

On the other hand, he felt that these old scholars were always a little above the top, looking at people with their nostrils, and had a strong sense of intellectual superiority, and they had to pretend to ask any question and quote scriptures for a long time, so he was too lazy to deal with these people.

However, it was now said that the levitation spell had been developed, which intrigued Sylby, and he stood still and folded his arms to see what kind of spell the old man had developed.

There were more and more onlookers, and at this time, someone shouted again: "Barufeo, can I perform the levitation spell you just invented now?"

"Don't worry, don't worry, wait for a little more to talk. ”

Barufeo said happily as he looked around, the soles of his feet tapping faster and faster.

There were more and more people, and many people heard that someone could make the iron fly, and they all came to this place, and the water around the entrance of the library was blocked.

At this time, someone shouted impatiently: "Barufeo!!!

The old man saw that the crowd was almost crowded, and finally rubbed his hands.

"Today, I'm here to teach you the spell that I have painstakingly researched for more than ten years, the Levitation Spell!"

"Keep your eyes open!"

Barufeo took out a small box from his arms, opened it with a divine expression, grabbed a large handful of powder from it, sprinkled it on the black iron, and in the process of scattering it, he shouted loudly: "Flotin!"

The powder glowed brightly and landed on the iron.

Then, under the gaze of everyone, the heavy black iron slowly floated to a waist-high position, motionless.

The crowd let out an exclamation in unison.

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

The people in the library did not disappoint him, and they all stared at the floating iron block, and they were amazed.

Only Sylby looked at the piece of iron, and then at the triumphant old man, and felt a little disdainful in his heart, that guy's spell was full of loopholes, completely inconsistent with the rhythm and law, and only forcibly used a large number of spell casting materials to control the magic, and there was no sense of art at all.

Having learned nothing from these old pedants, he felt that he had wasted three precious minutes, and immediately turned around and headed to the library, hoping to read the real masters.

"Can you let it fly higher?"

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

Sylby and the crowd of onlookers were drawn to the question, and the question was about a tall woman in a red robe, her whole body was tightly wrapped, and her face was also covered, so that she could not see her appearance or figure.

The woman parted the crowd and stood in front of them and pointed to the large piece of iron around Barufeo's waist: "Can you make it fly higher? I mean, is this levitation controllable?"

Barufeo's joy vanished, and he was a little displeased when he suddenly jumped out at a time when everyone else was praising him.

However, the woman's question intrigued the people in the library, and they all looked at Barufeo, waiting for his answer.

Barufeo coughed and shook his head: "This spell is still in the development stage, and it will take some time before it is completely perfected, and I will demonstrate it again when I completely perfect it." ”

"Oh. ”

The crowd made a clear voice, but there was some disappointment in this voice.

The large piece of iron fell to the ground, and Barufeo packed up his things with a displeased face, intending to leave.

"Isn't it possible?"

However, the woman in the red robe still said loudly and reluctantly: "If it only floats to this extent, the practicality is too low, and it requires a lot of spell casting materials at a time, and the cost is too high." ”

"I said it, little girl!"

Wizard Barufeo glared at him in annoyance, "This spell is still in the experimental stage, and it is not too late to show it to you when I have perfected it thoroughly." ”

The red-robed masked woman shook her head, she walked up to the crowd, stretched out her arms, and lowered a heavy money bag from her palm: "I will give out three hundred gold coins, if anyone can make the iron block fly to a height of ten meters, these three hundred gold coins will belong to whom." ”

She continued to speak in a resounding tone.

"Oh!"

The crowd crowded forward a little and exclaimed. Three hundred gold coins is enough to buy a house in Pandora's Lower Town, and this woman is so generous.

Barufeo's face was extremely gloomy, and he said coldly, "Are you here on purpose to find fault?"

"I just think there's room for improvement in this spell. The woman said calmly.

"Okay. ”

Barufeo stopped with his arms crossed in a sarcastic look and looked around, "Who, who can improve my spells, I'll see." ”

They were desperate for the three hundred gold coins in the bag, but it was extremely difficult to make a piece of iron fly ten meters high out of thin air, and no one could guarantee that it would be better than Barufeo, who could be one of the best in the library.

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

The eyes of the crowd shifted again to the man with his hands raised, a gray-haired boy in a tunic robe, a slender man with a peculiar horn mask on his face, and his face could not be seen clearly.

It was Sylbi, who, as soon as he saw that there was money to be made, immediately stopped. He's been looking for an opportunity to make money these days, and no, he's finally got one.

The masked woman's eyes swirled around the horn mask on Sylbie's face, nodded slowly, and said with a smile: "That's right, as long as you can make it fly to ten meters, the three hundred gold coins will be yours." l

"Then if I let it fly to a height of twenty meters, can you give me six hundred gold coins?" asked the masked boy as he squeezed sideways out of the crowd and smiled.

"Hahahahahaha~"

His witty remarks drew laughter.

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

"This is a magic library, not a street showman, but you have to speak responsibly. ”

But the boy was unmoved, he stood in front of the woman, and then asked, "If I let it fly to forty meters, can you give me a thousand two hundred gold coins?"

The woman's eyes widened and she looked at him incredulously. There was a hint of annoyance in her eyes, but this annoyance quickly dissipated, and she shook her head calmly: "I only brought three hundred gold coins today, even if you let it fly to the moon, I can only give you three hundred gold coins." ”

"Good. ”

Sylby nodded, and he strode up to the wizard of Barufeo, and said to him, "Borrow your piece of iron and use it." ”

"What are you kidding!?"

Wizard Barufeo exclaimed, "Don't give it, don't give it, you kid has all the hair, come and develop the spell? Go and go, stay there, the spell is very dangerous, don't hurt yourself."

"Yugadim Leviosa, you try this spell, it should make it controllable. Sylby was unmoved, and said lightly with his arms folded.

Balufeo was still angry, and he said stubbornly: "The development of spells has to be verified by the Spell Research Association, have you registered, do you have experience?" I can't tell how old you are if you wear this mask and pretend to be a ghost? Reciting a mantra casually is going to be a big problem, young man, although the three hundred gold coins are good, you have to do what you can, I advise you..."

"Are you coming or am I coming?" Sylby was a little impatient, and he held out his hand, "You're afraid that the spell will go wrong, so let me come." ”

Similarly, Barufeo's verbosity caused displeasure among the onlookers, who said, "Just let him try." ”

"Don't be so stingy, Barufeo!"

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

Under pressure, the old wizard Barufeo had no choice but to surrender, he hated to take out the box from his pocket, grabbed a handful of spell casting materials, sprinkled them on the iron, took a deep breath, and shouted, "Yugadim-Leviofa!"

Rumble!!

With a loud bang.

Barufeo fell to the floor with his head on his back, and the large black iron turned into a majestic African bison, which stood heavily on top of him. The bison mooed, confused by their situation.

Laughter swept through the normally serious library, provoking a large group of quietly reading books poking their heads out from behind the shelves. The masked woman in the red robe also covered her mouth.

Annoyed, the wizard of Barufeo sprinkled a handful of potion powder on the buffalo, turning it back into iron, and then, angrily, he came up to Sylby and asked with a sarcastic face, "Is this your spell, a modified version of the levitation charm?"

He pulled the tone long, and his tone was extremely mean.

Sylby smiled noncommittally, not even bothering to argue with him.

But the red-robed masked woman was looking at him without blinking, it was a gold lord.

Silby snatched the potion powder that Barufeo had used to cast the spell and said to him, "Listen,. ”

After speaking, he dipped his finger in some potion powder, flicked it elegantly, and said aloud: "Yuga Dim Leviosa." ”

Suddenly, the iron flew.

Sylby stood below, not looking at the iron moving with his fingers, and the heavy black iron was like a happy bird, passing over the heads of the people, flying around, drawing one graceful arc after another, not to mention flying ten meters, until it reached the top of the ceiling, if it had not been blocked by the ceiling, it was estimated that it would have flown straight out.

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

One by one, the onlookers opened their mouths wide and looked at the large iron piece dancing above their heads with miraculous eyes.

"It's sa, it's not law, sa!"

Sylby mercilessly pointed out Barufeo's slip of the tongue and struck: "If you don't even know the rhythm, it's ridiculous to think that you can communicate naturally through language." “

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

"Three minutes ago. ”

Sylby said calmly.

Barufeo's face was as gray as a defeated dog. Then, he lay on the ground with tears in his eyes, "I lost... Your Excellency's talent is truly astonishing. ”