The thought flashed through me.

Sylbie's confusion was interrupted by the loud voice of the bald herald: "I think everyone who comes here has their own red invitation. But that's not enough.

Only the smartest, strongest, and last laughable wizard can become kings. Of course, in order to select the future king in the fairest and most effective way. We also have to make some small rules that we have to follow in order to win. ”

The bald herald cocked up a finger.

First, it is forbidden to play against two or more combinations, and all battles must be played one-on-one to ensure absolute fairness.

Before each fighter starts fighting, he has to put a red invitation with me, and the winner gets all the invitations from the loser. Each invitation represents an opportunity to challenge.

Second, in the ring, there must be a champion, who can challenge continuously, regardless of the order, no matter the means, only to the end of the battle can enter the palace. If you leave the ring, you will be deemed to have conceded defeat.

Third, those who take the initiative to admit defeat will not be killed, but they cannot fight again.

After speaking, the bald herald asked with a smile, "Do you have any objections?"

"So what are you waiting for!?"

A gruff red-haired man on the Gryffindor side stood up: "Let's start quickly!!"

The bald herald smiled, "That's nature. ”

As soon as he clapped his hands, the ground immediately sank, and at the same time heaved all around, forming a circular gladiatorial arena, somewhat similar to the Rat Road Colosseum, but much more than that.

Sylby glanced suspiciously at the woman in red who was sitting motionless on the chariot, the last time he saw him, he had let himself go to the Colosseum, and this time he had set up a dueling table in front of his palace.

Could it be that this guy is so bored and wants to watch wizard duels, so he did this?

Doubts continued to grow in Sylby's mind.

But the others didn't have as much attention as Sylby, and a strong red-haired man from Gryffindor's side jumped in the moment the dueling table was set up, and he threw his red invitation to the bald herald with his hand.

He landed on the ground and became a red-haired tiger all the time, with sharp teeth and claws, and roared at the surroundings, shaking people's eardrums.

Sylby thought to himself that there really was such a reckless guy who jumped in so early. You know, the rules of the herald are very clear, there must be a champion in the ring, and he can challenge continuously.

If you take the lead in the field, even if you win one or two, the rest of you will definitely have to face in an endless wheel war, and just like that, the iron fighter can't bear it.

If this rule is followed, the later the person who plays, the more advantageous, anyway, only one person can enter the Pandora Palace in the end.

"Roar!"

The red-haired tiger roared in the gladiatorial arena.

Strangely, no one was willing to fight.

Sylby looked around, except for the stunned young man who had just jumped into the gladiatorial arena, most of the others were in the stands pondering the rules.

Sure enough, you're not alone in understanding the rules.

They all saw the saying that the later the game, the more advantageous, and none of them were willing to go up and consume physical energy and magic power, and in the end they cheapened others for nothing.

This led to a very embarrassing scene.

The red-haired tiger roared around in the gladiatorial arena, and in the end, no one responded, and more importantly, it was not invincible loneliness. Everyone looked at him like fools.

Roaring and roaring... The shapeshifter couldn't hold on any longer.

With all his might, and then three times and then exhausted, he walked around the place restlessly with his tail between his legs, and his roar turned into a subtle whimper, for fear that he would now be eager to find a crack in the ground to get into.

"Sylby. ”

Slytherin suddenly laughed and called out to him.

Sylby chuckled inwardly, he must have had some bad idea when he looked at Slytherin.

Sure enough, Salazar Slytherin said, "Aren't you winning thirty consecutive dungeons?" ”

I want to sell myself when I come up.

Sylby disdains it, this guy didn't forget to pit himself at this time, obviously he was the first to know him, and he worked for him for three months, and he didn't have any affection at all. I think it was I who forced him to give in before, which made him hold a grudge.

However, Sylby didn't want to wait for death on the spot, so he scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "But.... But... Master, I.... I don't have a red invitation. ”

Slytherin's lips twitched, "Tyra, Dodoro." ”

"S... Lord Slytherin. ”

The Bloodthirsty Twins hurriedly leaned over.

Slythrinnunu mouthed: "Give Sylby your invitation." ”

"Huh!?"

Terra was startled, and immediately covered her waist to death, and her face turned white: "No, this is our invitation, no one will give it, don't think about it, this is the principle." ”

"Principle, I bah. Slytherin said disdainfully, "Don't you hear the rules? You have to be one-on-one, you bloodthirsty twins have to be two people together to be at their best, but unfortunately you can't do it together now." ”

"That's... That doesn't work?" Terra said with a dark face, "This is my chance to challenge, how can I just give it to someone else?"

"Can't you trust this 30-game winning streak?"

Slytherin feigned surprise and said, "If it were you, would you be able to win thirty times in a row under the rat tunnel?"

Terra looked at Sylby and shook her head slowly.

Sylby didn't say a word.

"Look, if you can't do it, then give him the invitation and let him help you fight. Besides, as long as he wins, won't there be two invitations, and when the time comes, I will return them to you, and you will have nothing to lose. ”

Slytherin was so persuasive that he asked Sylby, "Hey, you'll give them back, right?" ”

What else could Sylby say, only smiled and nodded.

"No," Slythrinnu said, "everyone agreed, what are you hesitating about?"

"This..."

Dodoro and Terra's eyes fell on Sylby and then moved to Queen Pandora, who was sitting in the chariot, still hesitating. After all, this is an opportunity to become a king, how can you lend it to others so easily.

After a long time of response, Slytherin's face turned gloomy, and he launched a spiritual attack. For a moment, Terra was in a trance, he stepped forward, took out his red invitation, handed it to Sylby, and muttered, "You... You must... You have to win. ”

Sylby took the red invitation and sighed.

He jumped off the platform and threw his red invitation to the bald herald.

Well?

Someone's on the field!

As the first Slytherin player to take the stage, everyone straightened up and stared straight at the gladiatorial arena.

Even Queen Pandora, who had been staring straight at the void, turned her eyes to Sylbie, and her eyebrows, straight as knives, were slightly raised.

After waiting for a long time, an opponent finally came.

The red-haired tiger was about to cry, and he ran to Sylby with joy, looking like he wanted not only to tear him apart, but probably to kiss him as well.

"Roar!!"

He let out a roar, his muscles bulging high, and swooped down on Sylby.

The saliva-like teeth grew wider and wider in Sylbi's eyes, and he raised his eyebrows, leaning slightly sideways, letting go of the first blow.

Zla!

The tiger made a deep five-paw mark on the ground, jumped high again, and pounced again.

This time, Sylby was a short man, bent back ninety degrees, and ducked from under the tiger's belly.

Such a thrilling action made the wizards on the high platform sit up straight, full of praise, and at the same time, they also exchanged their heads in confusion.

The wizards who can sit here are more or less a little powerful, or very powerful. They could see that in that perfect dodge just now, if it could be mixed with a simple spell or transformation, they could directly attack the red-haired tiger to the abdomen, so as to succeed in one blow and directly defeat the enemy.

But the gray-haired boy just now didn't mean to do that at all, he didn't even think about it, he dodged the attack, but only dodged the attack, and from the beginning to the end, his hands naturally drooped, and there was no intention of fighting back.

This made the wizards watching a little confused.

Sylby looked indifferent, on the other hand, the tiger, after landing on the ground, he was shocked into a cold sweat, and checked his lower abdomen in shock, and only breathed a sigh of relief after finding that there was nothing serious in his body.

However, he no longer dared to attack as aggressively as before, and became cautious.

But whether it was his wide opening and closing attack, or his cautious temptation, the gray-haired boy was always indifferent, constantly dodging his attacks, dodging once, twice, three, four, five times, like a silent butterfly, floating around without purpose.

In the stands, Salazar Slytherin's face was gloomy, he had never seen Sylby and anyone before, and this was the first time he had seen him make a move.

The guy was agile and practical, and he was able to dodge the redhead quickly before he could bite him. Like the best matadors, this kind of dodge ability is simply not something that an untrained person can do.

Thinking that when they first met, Sylby claimed to be the cook's son, Slytherin felt that he had been tricked, that the kid was slippery and didn't have a word of truth in his mouth.

On the other side, Gryffindor watched with great interest as the two of them rolled and moved in the Colosseum. He knew Sylby quite well, and since he had watched him play in the Colosseum of the Rat Road many times, he knew that this teenager's magic pool was quite deep, and it was not inferior to a good adult wizard at all.

But he had been able to move for five minutes, and he hadn't even cast a spell until now, and had been dodging around with Muggle combat methods.

What does he want to do?

Gryffindor secretly guessed that he wanted to conserve his magic power and consume his opponent to death?

It soon became unrealistic for him to think that the redhead was known for his strength and stamina, and it was impossible for him to be stunned by going in circles.

So what exactly did the boy want to do?

Soon, after about thirty more circles, the red-haired man finally couldn't stand it anymore, and he felt that he had been humiliated. He really wanted to grab this boy in his hand and tear it in half, but unfortunately the boy was like a loach, jumping around and around, so that he couldn't even touch the corner of his clothes.

He raised his head and roared, directly changing back into human form from the tiger state, and roared angrily,

"Do you only dodge, Squibs, or do you not know magic at all?"

Sylby didn't hear the red-haired man's agitation, he just quickly circled the red-haired man, neither touching him nor being touched by him.

"Muddy boy, are you just as soft in bed?"

The red-haired man's rhetoric became more and more obscene.

The people on the high platform on both sides couldn't help but laugh, and the atmosphere of confrontation seemed to be weakening, but Sylby was still unmoved, and spun in circles on his own.

In the middle of the ring, the red-haired man didn't move.

"You don't regret it!"

He said grimly, tearing open the placket to reveal his strong, hairy chest.

Then, he took out a wooden box from his waist, and when he opened it, the pungent smell of blood wafted out of the wooden box, and in that box was a beating red heart.

There was a wizard on the high platform who gasped, "Heart of the Beast Spirit"

"What's that?" someone asked.

"It was the black magic that killed the beast and refused to let go of the beast's soul, but instead stored it in the heart. It was Slytherin who answered him, who pursed his lips and sneered, "It's ironic that someone from Gryffindor would use this kind of magic." ”

Sure enough, looking at the Gryffindor on the high platform on the other side, a kind face collapsed in an instant.

In the gladiatorial arena, the red-haired man grinned, dipped the black blood oozing from the beating heart in the box, and touched it on his chest. Suddenly, his chest began to beat unnaturally, as if there were two hearts growing in it: "Spirit of Ten Thousand Beasts, drink my blood." ”

With that, his sharp fingers pierced the beating bulge, and black qi flowed down from his heart like blood, wrapping his palm.

Sylby frowned and took a step back, he didn't quite understand the composition of the spell, but he was keenly aware of the danger of the spell.

"Die!"

The man opened his mouth, and as a human, the canine teeth in his mouth were more than three times as long, and then, he waved his palm.

The five black qi swept out of thin air like an enlarged version of the claws, cutting the floor tiles of the gladiatorial arena into several pieces like tofu, and the speed was extremely fast.

Under this terrifying fluctuation of magic power, Sylby didn't look back, practiced three back jumps, directly dodged the attack range of the black qi claw, and jumped outside the gladiatorial arena.

"Hmph! I want to escape!

The man shouted feverishly, and he pounced on him in the black dance with both hands and feet.

But he was blocked by a shining silver hand.

"Who dares to stop me!" the man looked at Sylby who was jumping far away, his eyes were red, and he was about to kill him.

"He's falling, he's already lost. The bald herald reminded him.

Only then did the red-haired man realize that it was the bald herald who had stopped him, and he immediately came to his senses. He retracted his spell claws with lightning speed, and his eyes regained clarity. Then he looked at Sylby triumphantly, and said disdainfully: "I thought it was so powerful, it turned out to be a straw bale who could only hide, count you as clever, otherwise you will definitely die today." ”

Sylby turned a deaf ear to his cruel words, and just looked thoughtfully at the herald's silver palm.

Seeing that the red-haired man had calmed down, the herald raised an arm: "Bloodthirsty Twins, out." ”

Bang Bang Bang!

On the Gryffindor side, everyone except Godric Gryffindor stood up and began to applaud. Defeating the Slytherin in the first game was a very morale-boosting thing anyway.

Only Gryffindor was motionless and gloomy, still haunted by the redhead's use of dark magic.

On the Slytherin side, on the other hand, the bloodthirsty twin Terra's eyes were dark, and with the support of Dodoro, he barely fell to the ground. The other wizards did not look very good, losing the first battle, there were only a hundred red invitations in total, one less on their own side, and one more on the opposite side, which meant that the hope of entering Pandora's palace was slim.

Then, the bald herald placed the red invitation letter belonging to the bloodthirsty twins in the hands of the rough-haired red-haired man.

In an instant, the red invitations in the red-haired man's hand turned into two, and his attractiveness immediately increased exponentially.

He swept away the haze that had been ridiculed before, held two red invitations in his hands, looked around heroically, and asked in a loud voice, "Who else!?"