"Kill him!Kill him!!"

Feverish shouts came from outside the iron cage.

Bang knock!

A bloody hand pressed against the barbed wire, and then a bloody face crawled up. The face was black and green with one eye big and one eye beaten, and he could see dozens of fanatical wizard faces outside the cage

"Kill him! Kill him!!! Their faces were full of hatred and anxiety and fanaticism, and they wanted to rush into the cage themselves, fight in their place, and face that terrible man.

Tear and pull!

Another blood- and sweat-stained palm reached over and tore his head off the cage with a hard blow, then landed a blow on his jaw.

He took a step back, the violent concussion making his head gross.

In a blur, he saw his opponent.

It was a sturdy young man in a horn mask, and he crossed his feet, jumping easily on the ground, and circled around him in a relaxed circle. He was tall and tall, with a green snake tattooed on his arm, and every muscle was like steel poured out, stained with blood and sweat.

Behind him, the same group of unusually fanatical gamblers, spitting and waving the tickets in their hands, lay on the iron cage.

"Hard!"

"Don't stop!"

"Kill him, and you're just going to take your last breath!"

Some wizards even raised the gold coin in their hands: "See this gold coin, warrior, as long as you kill him, the gold will be yours!"

The gray-haired boy moved, his steps a little, his palms covered in flames.

Subconsciously, Fionado raised his finger and shouted hoarsely: "There are many obstacles!"

Transparent crystals appeared in front of him one after another, stopping the opponent's stormy attack.

The obstacle spell worked, and with trembling fingers he took a small glass ball from his trouser pocket, put it to his lips and chanted a word, and a dark cloud rose from the orb, and the dark cloud thundered with lightning.

The man sitting on the cage shouted, "There has been, Wizard Fionando's stunt, the glass thundercloud, when the battle is eighteen......

Rumble!!

Crash.

Accompanied by a violent vibration of the barbed wire.

Fionando, who was reciting the incantation, was pressed against the barbed wire again, and the moment it hit, the barbed wire turned into wood, and he was completely stunned.

"What a horrible guy..."

One last thought came to him, and Fionardo lost consciousness completely, and the glass ball fell to the ground.

The man in the cage roared again: "Transfiguration, Transfiguration plus Confusion Charm, Sylby deceived Fiondo, damn it, he defeated Fionendo!"

The top of the cage was violently opened, and a man jumped in, dressed in gold and silver, twisting his buttocks, striding up to the boy in the middle of the cage, and grabbed his arm:

"Victor, Sylby, son of miracles!"

He raised the young man's arm and cheered feverishly: "Thirty victories in a row are simply miracles, miracles cannot be more miracles, if you want me to say, how many unbelievers today have no underpants left?"

"Oh hoo!"

A handful of wizards looked up to the sky and sighed.

Or rub your head, or slap yourself, very annoyed.

More onlookers raised their hands and cheered.

These were the wizards who were betting on Silby to win, and they hugged each other and crowded around the dealer's table.

The owner of the Colosseum let go of Sylby's arm, and he walked out of the cage rather calmly, moving his muscles and wiping the blood from the tip of his nose.

It's been two months since he met Queen Pandora in the library, and for those two months, Sylby has been sneaking out of Slytherin every night to participate in wizarding duels in the underground rat tunnels of Pandora City, in an attempt to hone his magic skills in actual combat, and if he remembers correctly, this is his hundredlisecond game.

Todoro, who was a little obese on the side, hurriedly squeezed out of the crowd and handed him a steamed towel.

"What time is it?" Sylby asked aloud through the crowd, wiping his sweat.

"It's almost dawn. Dodoro put his ear to Sylby and said, "Lord Slytherin is about to wake up." ”

"Prepare to collect today's money and leave immediately. Sylby said.

Dodoro went to settle Sylby's appearance fee for today.

On the other side, on the smoky table, the dealer of the Colosseum gathered up the gold coins on the table, and said impatiently while closing them: "Okay, okay, that's all for today's game, if you want to come and see, come back tomorrow." ”

The crowd of people who had benefited passed by Sylby in a sparse manner, looking at him with eyes like a chicken that would lay golden eggs, full of love and anticipation.

Sylby was unmoved, laughing and laughing, he still remembered that when he first came to the Colosseum, at that time, he was often beaten by others because of his imperfect skills, the number of spells he could use was too small, and he couldn't stand up the next day, at that time, the people around the Colosseum gambling looked at him with no different eyes than the plague god.

At the end of the night, with Dodoro paid his appearance fee, Sylby put on his clothes and planned to leave the Colosseum.

At this time, the owner of the Colosseum, who was dressed in gold and silver, stopped him.

"Sylby!"

He turned around, and the somewhat sissy boss twisted his ass around from behind the iron cage, "Oops Sylby, my good Sylby, how many times have you said it, you have to put some water once in a while." ”

The boss who wore gold and silver said with a wry smile: "If it goes on like this, everyone else will bet on your treasure, and if no one bets on the loser, we won't have to make any money." ”

The bewitching boss walked up to Sylby's side, skillfully stuffed a bag of gold coins into Sylby's arms, patted his face, and said, "Good guy, I deliberately lost two handfuls tomorrow, how about it, just say that the state is not good." ”

Sylby glanced at the bag of gold coins in his arms, shook his head, pushed the gold coins back into the boss's hand, and walked out. Dotara looked at the bag of gold coins and followed Sylby as he followed.

The boss was not reconciled, he quickly caught up with Sylby and said: "In this way, if you can deliberately lose one or two, in the future, I will give you a share from five or five to three or seven, you seven and I three, how about it?"

Sylby was sore and anxious to go back to rest, there was still kung fu and this shrewd fellow talking nonsense, and immediately pushed him away: "Okay, I'm not here for money, if you want to make more, find me some powerful opponents." ”

Then he walked away.

The sissy-looking Colosseum owner grabbed the money bag and stood behind looking at him, his chest rising and falling violently, and his face was gloomy and almost dripping.

Sylby walked down the road, even though it wasn't the first time the Colosseum owner had brought it up to him. But he never took it to heart.

His goal is simply to improve his magic level and combat skills through actual combat, and he doesn't particularly care about how much money he can make. In other words, he doesn't care so much about improving his strength, if he can, he hopes that every opponent can compete with him with the most real strength, so that he can make great progress.

However, this time is different from the last time.

Thirty consecutive victories upset some of the balance, and he didn't have long to go before the voice of Hihisoso came from behind him. Some slight, small footsteps rang out from all directions.

Sylby narrowed his eyes, he sensed the hostile mental force field in the air, and couldn't help but speed up his steps. The people behind him chased after him relentlessly.

I don't know who blew out the brazier in the rat path, this action was like blowing the battle horn, and suddenly, the brazier burning in the rat path was extinguished.

Sylby and Dodoro were immediately plunged into darkness beneath Pandora.

Pairs of dark eyes lit up all around, like hungry mice, and Todora couldn't stop trembling.

In the dark, at least forty wizards surrounded Sylby, and he couldn't help but smile coldly, the owner of the Colosseum really paid for it in order to make him obey.

Take a step back, fold your hands, and intend to cast a spell.

However, at this moment, someone laughed in the dark.

"You just refuse him like that, maybe the next time you go to the Colosseum, he will make you a stumbling block. A man's voice came from the side: "It's normal to poison, change opponents, and even find someone to beat." ”

The brazier was lit again.

In the light, a blonde man slowly walked out from the exit on the other side of the rat path, he was about thirty years old, unusually tall, very heroic, with broad shoulders, a red cloak, and a lion embroidered on his chest. On his calfskin belt was a silver, ruby-encrusted sword.

Although he had never seen him before, Sylby recognized the man at a glance.

This surprised him greatly.

Godric Gryffindor!

He had been in Pandora for three months now, and he was no longer the immature prince who had just left the kingdom of Aragon, and of course he knew the strength of this guy in front of him.

Known as a lion-like man, the enemy of the goblins. One of the strongest wizards on the continent. Even Slytherin, when facing him, had to look around for foreign help.

"Why you?" asked Sylby warily. (Could it be that the owner of the Colosseum even invited Godric Gryffindor to make him comply?)

"My hobby is a small gamble. Gryffindor smiled and clasped the skin of the wall, and said casually: "On you, I have earned at least five hundred gold coins, no matter how I say it, I have to thank you." ”

It doesn't seem like I'm here to find fault.

Sylby glanced behind him, and he could feel the eyes that were spying on him disappear. Whatever those people had before they saw Gryffindor, they didn't dare to implement it now.

But he didn't thank the man in front of him much, he didn't go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything, he would rather face a group of rabble than face the top wizards in this world, especially at this time. He had to get back before Slytherin woke up.

"What's the matter with you. ”

He asked politely.

"I see that when you first arrived, you were often beaten and bruised and swollen, but now, you have a thirty-game unbeaten streak, how the hell did you do that?" Gryffindor looked at him with unusual interest.

"If it were you, maybe 300 would be enough. ”

Sylby smiled.

"I'm not talking about winning, I'm talking about your ability to learn. ”

Gryffindor pointed to the back: "Two months ago, you barely knew much magic, but in the last duel, you used potions, shapeshifts, spells, and almost used astrology. How did you memorize so much magic so quickly. ”

"I can't answer that. ”

Sylby said, taking Dodoro with him and hurried away from Gryffindor. He really didn't know how to answer Gryffindor's question, and if he claimed to be gifted, he would be a little too inconsiderate.

After a few steps, a Gryffindor shouted behind him, "You've been marked by Slytherin, but that doesn't mean you'll be his for the rest of your life." ”

Sylby looked back at Gryffindor, "And then?" he asked.

"I can see a sense of courage in you, it's like me, what I think I want to do, even if people stop me, I'm going to go. ”

Gryffindor looked at him sincerely: "I know you're working for Slytherin, taking care of his daily affairs every day, and only sneaking out at night, it's not easy, it's too unfair. ”

"There's never been any fairness. Sylby shook his head, "You know better than I do. ”

"I know, but you have a choice. ”

Gryffindor held out his hand: "Come to me and do things for me." I won't do anything to you like Slytherin, I won't give you any coercive restraints, and I won't let you even participate in wizarding duels secretly. ”

"Oh?"

Sylby tilted his head, I have to say that Godric Gryffindor's blue eyes are indeed easy to make people feel good. This man's attitude is different from that of Slytherin, he is like the midday sun, eager and warm, compared to Slytherin is like the moon at night, cold and mysterious.

He rolled up his sleeve, revealing his arm—there was a green serpentine stripe there.

"Do you have a way to get rid of it?"

Gryffindor looked at Sylby's arm and sighed, "Sorry, I can't. This strange curse spell is what Salazar Slytherin is good at, but not mine. ”

After a pause, he added, "But, trust me, I'll make a deal with him, and I'll offer him enough price to make him take the initiative to unlock the magic for you." ”

"For example?" Sylby asked with a smile, "What price would make you give up pursuing Queen Pandora, would you?"

"This..."

Gryffindor clearly hesitated.

Sylby laughed and shook his head.

"You know, I've been here in Pandora these days, and half of all the wizards I've met have praised you. I think you must be good at something, so I'd like to ask you a question. If your answer satisfies me, I will be your subordinate. ”

"What a problem. Gryffindor immediately became serious.

"Why are there wizards in the world?" asked Sylbie, looking at Gryffindor with burning eyes.

Gryffindor was stunned, he didn't expect the seemingly young man in front of him to ask such a "big" question.

This question was a little difficult to answer, he touched his chin, pondered for a while, and then said slowly: "Because, someone must be able to take on greater responsibility." Gryffindor looked at Sylby: "With great power comes great responsibility." ”

"Why are there wizards?" said Sylby, repeating his question.

Gryffindor was a little surprised, he frowned: "This is an ability, a profession, no different from a cook, a blacksmith, or a carpenter. ”

"You still haven't answered my question. ”

A hint of disappointment flashed in Sylby's eyes, and he stared at Gryffindor tightly, "Why are there wizards in the world?"

His eyes were burning, as if an arc of light was jumping and shining, and Gryffindor felt a little dazzling: "He couldn't understand why the young man in front of him was asking such a question. I can't answer, all I can say is this... It's a gift. ”

"Do you think it's a random gift?" asked Sylby immediately.

"If you look at most wizards, indeed. ”

Gryffindor said dryly, "This talent is random, wizarding families may also have squibs, and Muggle families may also give birth to wizards." ”

Sylby smiled, took a step back, and shook his head, his face disappointed. Seeing his expression, Gryffindor couldn't help but ask, "Why, can't my answer satisfy you?"

"Not at all. ”

Sylby said calmly, "If it's all random, then what's the difference between following you and following Slytherin?"

With that, he nudged Todora.

"Let's go. ”

Dodoro followed behind the gray-haired boy in confusion, but the conversation between Sylby and Gryffindor just now, he was a misty listener, and he didn't understand what the two were saying.