Gryffindor has been in a good mood for the last two days.

He really didn't expect that things would be so coincidental, before he could wait for the finals, he met Ou Ling in the arena, and this idiot was so stupid that he took the initiative to attack himself, as a face-trying apprentice, but he took the initiative to attack the guild deacon, even if he was killed, he could only blame himself for his bad luck.

Pity...... The fly named Masson got in the way, and actually took Ou Ling away at the last moment, so that another flame explosion technique that he had carefully prepared failed to strike in time.

But forget it, even if he is lucky this time, he won't live for a few days anyway, he was directly hit by a fire explosion technique, plus the curse he broke out at the last moment, even if he didn't die on the spot, he would definitely not survive the day of the final.

"It's best to let me touch that Garros hillbilly in the first round of the finals, and then I must let him know that the Grand Magus is also high and low......"

Gryffindor returned to the residence in a happy mood, the room was unusually quiet, the two roommates had already moved out, and now this huge house was all Gryffindor's alone, a few chairs were placed randomly in the living room, and a huge crystal ball was placed on the coffee table, which was revealing a soft light.

Gryffindor stood in front of the crystal ball, and recited a spell quickly and quickly, only to see a flash of light, and a white-haired figure appeared on the crystal ball.

"Gryffindor, do you have any questions about magic when you're looking for me so late?" The old man on the crystal ball looked to be in his sixties, with a thin body and gray hair, a thin face full of wrinkles, and he looked no different from an ordinary old man except for a pair of eyes that were still sharp.

"Yes, Mentor Norson, I've been trying to squeeze the cast time lately, but I seem to be in trouble......" Gryffindor was quick to recount his troubles.

On the other side of the crystal ball, Nuo Sen was still holding a crystal pen in his hand, frowning, drawing lines on a blank scroll, and at the same time comprehensively and meticulously analyzing the principle for Gryffindor: "Compressing the spell casting time, the easiest thing is to increase mental power, but this is of little meaning to you, after all, the improvement of mental power is not an overnight thing, and the other way is to repeatedly analyze the elemental structure, the more you understand the elemental structure, the faster you can complete the spell casting......"

After that, Gryffindor asked a few more questions one after another, and Northon was still busy on the scroll, while taking time to answer for him, seemingly a little absent-minded, but the answers given were always in one sentence, not much, maybe one sentence or two, but it always pointed to the most critical place, often Gryffindor couldn't think of it for a long time, but was reminded by his words, and suddenly showed a sudden expression of enlightenment.

At this time, if you are here, you can probably see that what Nuo Sen drew on the scroll is a "tide" magic pattern, which can increase the magic recovery speed several times is not simple, only the inscription master who has reached the master level or above has the opportunity to understand its complete structure, and the difficulty of drawing is notoriously high, even if he is known as the first inscription master of Flange, Odwen, may not be able to guarantee his success, let alone like Nuo Than, while pointing at his disciples, While drawing on the reels.

Speaking of Northam, the person is indeed full of legends.

He was born in the Fallen Leaf City Magic Guild north of the Light Wind Plain, and the first time his name was known was forty years ago, when Norson had just turned thirty years old, but he had already broken through the realm of the Great Magician, and in a battle between the Fallen Leaf City Magic Guild and pirates, he killed an eighteenth-level warrior in one fell swoop, and for a while, Norsen's name spread throughout the Frann Kingdom.

In the next ten years, Nuosen's reputation in the guild has reached its peak, strong strength, careful thinking, and smooth wrists, all kinds of advantages have allowed him to establish absolute prestige in the Magic Guild of Fallen Leaf City in just ten years, almost everyone feels that he will be a strong candidate for the next president, even the guild president at that time has said in public that after he retires, it must be Nuosen who is in charge of the Lotterdam Magic Guild.

But at this time, Northam made a decision that surprised everyone.

He gave up the position of guild leader, and instead applied to the Supreme Council, hoping to enter the Great Library to study, with his status in the Magic Guild of Fallen Leaf City at that time, it was naturally impossible for the Supreme Council to refuse his request, less than a month after the application was made, Nuo Sen naturally entered the Great Library, this time it was three years, and when he came out of the Great Library, he already had the strength of an eighteenth-level Great Magician.

After that, he received an invitation from the Supreme Council to enter the center of power coveted by the magicians of Anriel, and in the next thirty years, Northon relied on his own skills to climb higher and higher at an astonishing speed, and today, he is one of the ten masters, single-handedly holding the fate of tens of millions of magicians, and before long, he has a good chance to rise to the next level and become the new arbiter.

However, one thing is very strange, Northson's name can be said to have spread throughout most of the Anriel world, but not many people know what kind of person Northon is.

Other people will have some ** to a greater or lesser extent, even an indifferent old man like Anduin has an almost fanatical hobby of pharmacy, but Northon gives people the feeling that he is like an ascetic, who will never be interested in anything except the most profound magical knowledge.

After entering the High Council, he only did two things, the first thing was to take in the Gryffindor disciple, the second thing was to participate in the competition for the arbiter candidate, and other than that, he seemed to stay in his research room forever, dealing with all kinds of magic patterns.

"By the way, Gryffindor ......" After answering these questions one by one, Northon smiled again and asked Gryffindor with great interest: "I seem to have heard from people recently, your Orlana Magic Guild has produced another young archmage?" ”

"Yes, Mentor."

"Tell me about it."

"Yes, this person's name is Ferret, he should be between nineteen and twenty-one years old, he is from the Garros Magic Guild, but to be honest, his strength is not a real great magician, I met him half a month ago, if I am asked to do something with him, I believe he will not last ten minutes."

"Tell me, where does your confidence come from......"

"If I'm not mistaken, this person's power does not belong to him, but was obtained suddenly by some kind of luck, or for some other reason, because I can clearly feel that the magic fluctuations emanating from him are not pure, in other words, he can't control his power well, and one thing is very important, power can be achieved quickly, but knowledge cannot, even if he already has the power of the Great Magister, but there is not enough time for him to learn the knowledge of the Great Magister, He is far from being a true Great Demon Student, and with such an opponent, I am confident that I can defeat him in ten minutes. ”

"Yes, Gryffindor, you're more attentive than you used to be."

"Thank you for the compliment."

"However, there is one thing you seem to have forgotten ......" When he said this, the smile on Nuosen's face disappeared, replaced by a serious one: "Everything you said was half a month ago, how can you be sure that after half a month, he has not mastered his own power?" ”

"Impossible Mentor Northson, I remember very well, when the trial just began, this person was only a ninth-level magician, from the ninth level to the fifteenth level, there was a distance of six levels in between, even if he was a powerful genius, he couldn't adapt to this unimaginable ascension speed, not to mention, if he was really an amazing genius, how could he stay at the level of a ninth-level magician at the age of twenty? He should have broken through the realm of a mage with his own efforts a long time ago, not because of an adventure, he became a great mage. ”

"You did a good analysis, but if you go to the finals with such an idea, I think you will probably suffer a big loss......" Nuo Sen smiled, and he was not stingy with his patience with this only disciple: "Now, come and listen to my analysis, maybe after listening, you won't think like that anymore." ”

"Yes."

"In your previous words, this person has risen directly from the ninth level to the fifteenth level, yes, you know that this is an incomparably long distance, but you seem to have forgotten that the magic power that a person can hold is limited, the stronger the spiritual power, the stronger the magic power, the magic power possessed by a great magician is almost a hundred times that of a ninth-level magician, do you know what this means? If the magic power is compared to water, then the ninth-level magician can only hold a small bottle, while the great magician can hold a full bucket, you can think about what will happen if you pour a full bucket of water into a small bottle? ”

"Will break the bottle......"

"That's right, then can you tell me if the archmage named Ferre has been broken?"

"No......" Gryffindor thought for a moment, still a little unconvinced: "But it could also be due to luck......"

"You're still struggling with luck." Northon on the other side of the crystal ball smiled: "Gryffindor, I want you to remember that there has never been a really lucky person in this world, and behind anything that seems to be lucky, there is actually an inevitable law, the difference is whether you can master this law, just take the young man you said, it can only be for two reasons, one is that when you first saw him, he hid his strength, and the other is that his mental power is terrifyingly strong, and when he was at the ninth level, he had the spiritual power of the Great Magician." ”

When Gryffindor heard this, he was suddenly stunned, and opened his mouth to distinguish between two sentences, but he heard Northon's voice coming from the crystal ball: "In these two cases, no matter which one is for you, I'm afraid it's not good news, needless to say about hiding strength, it's nothing to hide from you, but he even hid Odwin, why don't you want to think about it, why is he hiding it so well?" As for the second possibility, it is even more terrifying, for magicians, the most important thing is spiritual power, if a person has a unique advantage in spiritual power, then he is an out-and-out magic genius, especially in the battle between two magicians, this advantage will allow him to take advantage of countless advantages, faster spell casting speed, faster mana recovery, he can even ignore the danger of magic backlash, forcibly cast some powerful magic that you can't imagine, such an opponent, it is not possible to solve it in ten minutes... …”

"Mentor, do you mean that I should shoot at him before the final, just like I did against that Ou Ling?"

"No, no, no...... I've never said that, Ou Ling is Ou Ling, Ferre is Fei Lei, you must not confuse them, or you will be in big trouble......"

"Why?" At this time, Gryffindor really didn't believe it, saying that this Ferre was a genius, and he reluctantly agreed, after all, the twenty-year-old archmage was there, even if he wanted to deny it, he couldn't deny it, but if he was moved, he would get into big trouble, but Gryffindor absolutely didn't believe it.

He is the first magic genius of Fran, the personal disciple of the legendary mage, in the Orlana Magic Guild, he has the status of a deacon, second only to Audwin Medellin and a few others in power, and the difference between him and Dalyan and the like, on the other hand, what is that Ferre? It's just a country boy, even if he has the strength of a great mage, even if he is Medellin's trial apprentice, will Medellin still fight with himself for a trial apprentice? As for the Garros Magic Guild, it's nothing, just that fat old man from Gray's? All it takes is one word from the mentor to get him back to Garros!

"Do you think that a country magician from Garros has no background and no status, so you can attack him unscrupulously?"

Gryffindor didn't speak, but the disapproving look on his face revealed all his thoughts.

"Gryffindor, I really didn't expect that after so many years, you are still this kind of surname that no one wants, have you forgotten how you lost to Ou Ling in the Lotterdam Magic Guild?"

"I was just careless......

"Careless, this is really a ridiculous excuse......" On the other side of the crystal ball, Northon suddenly laughed: "Gryffindor, do you remember, after you became the archmage, how many forces have co-opted you?" ”

"A lot." Gryffindor's tone was calm, but between his expressions, he couldn't help but show a little pride, this is the most proud thing for him, since he became a great magician, I don't know how many forces have co-opted him, many of them are rare big shots, such an honor can definitely be said to be unique among young magicians!

"Then have you ever thought that this Ferre is also an archmage, and he is younger than you, how many forces will he be subjected to?"

The expression on Gryffindor's face froze suddenly...... "This ......" he opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

"But it's nothing ......" Northon suddenly laughed when he said this: "Isn't there a final?" ”

"What do you mean?"

"My meaning is very simple, before the final, you must not touch this Ferret, but in the final, maybe you can accidentally miss, or for some other reason, in short, it will cause some irreparable trauma to him, although this is indeed a pity, but who will let this final allow to miss......"

"I understand, but mentor, didn't you just say that this person's strength is probably not worse than mine?"

"It's really not worse than you, but don't forget, you're my Northson's disciple, how could I let you lose this final? Now you can go and look at the magic book I gave you last time, and on the last page, I left you a paragraph, take a good look at that paragraph, and when you understand it, come back and tell me what you should do. ”

"Yes!"

Gryffindor returned to his room and took out a black-covered magic book from under his pillow, and on the last page, sure enough, there was a passage written by Northen himself, and Gryffindor's eyes became brighter and brighter as he read it word by word........................ It was already late at night, but the lights in Lin Li's room were always on, and he was consulting some information and making final preparations for the final two days later.

After coming to Orana, Lin Li has never been as eager to win the final as he is now, although he promised Green, Medellin, and Anduin that he would definitely do his best in this final, but these are just because he can't stand their begging, even if he agrees, he is always a little dismissive in his heart, after all, a lazy and death-afraid guy like him is really not suitable to fight for a victory.

But this time, Lin Li was serious.

Ou Ling is still lying in the hospital bed, and most of the finals in a day later will not be able to participate, and all this is because of a guy named Gryffindor.

Lin Li lived with Ou Ling for two months, how could he not know that this young magician, who seemed to be indifferent to anything, actually wanted to do well in this final? Lin Li even remembered that Ou Ling had said that he was born in the Lotterdam Magic Guild, which was a more remote place than Garros, and he hoped to use the championship of this final to let people know that Lotterdam is not only rich in wheat, but also has powerful magicians!

It's a pity that now he can't go.

In addition to hoping that he will recover as soon as possible, the only thing Lin Li can do for him is to help him win this final.

In front of Lin Li was a copy of "Introduction to the High Elf Language", he was struggling to find a suitable lingua franca annotation among the strange runes, and in the other hand was the parchment scroll that Medellin had given him, and he was now trying to translate those key characters by his own efforts.

Perhaps, this spell will be used in the final two days later.

………… In the secret room of the Malaton family, only Madias was meditating quietly, and no one dared to disturb him at this time, because everyone knew that two days later would be the final between the apprentices of the trial company, and whoever could win the final victory would be the real number one magic genius of Fran.

"Come in, Agus."

"Master Madias, what do you command?" When standing in front of Madias, Agus always felt that the person in front of him was very unfamiliar, just a month, but the changes in his body could only be described as earth-shaking, the magic fluctuations emanating from him, even Agus, who once had the power of the Great Magician, couldn't help but be a little surprised, it was too powerful, even if he was in his heyday, he might not be able to exude such magic fluctuations.

However, the most unimaginable thing for Agus is the change in Madias's temperament.

To be honest, although Madias was not likable in the past, most of the time, he respected himself, after all, he served as his magic mentor, but now, when Argus stood in front of him, he always felt cold, as if he was being targeted by a poisonous snake, and that strange feeling made the cold hairs on Agus's body stand up.

"Argus, what I asked you to prepare, are you ready?"

"Yes, Young Master Madias......" Argus swallowed his saliva and glanced at Madias with a fearful gaze, and then carefully took out two magic crystals: "However, Young Master Madias, the fifteenth-level magic crystals you want are too rare, I have searched for many places, and I only found these two ......"

"Two pieces?" Madias took the two magic crystals in his hands, felt a surging magic fluctuation emanating from them, and showed a smile on his pale face: "One piece for each of the two great magicians, it should be enough......"

When he heard the "two archmagicians", Agus's heart suddenly tightened, he knew what Madias was talking about, he was talking about the two archmagicians in the Orlana Magic Guild, one was the first magic genius of Fran, Gryffindor, and the other was Ferre, who he had assassinated.

Now Madias, he can't see through it at all, he can only rely on the expression on Madias's face, and barely guess that these two magic crystals are probably specially used to deal with those two great magicians.

This is a big problem...... Argus stood there with a respectful expression, but he couldn't help but be a little anxious in his heart, Gryffindor doesn't matter, he doesn't know each other anyway, he will die if he dies, but Ferre must not die, he still expects him to help him restore his magic power, if he dies, won't he be a magician for the rest of his life?

Thinking of this, Agus mustered up the courage to ask again: "Young Master Madias, are you in such a hurry to ask for these two magic crystals, is there any special use?" If two pieces are not enough, I can think of another way to try to get two more pieces for you......"

"You'll find out in two days." But fortunately, Matthias's mind doesn't seem to be on this, although there are some flaws in Argus's words, it didn't arouse his suspicions, but he just held the two magic crystals tightly, and his eyes were full of hatred and sarcasm: "The Great Magician, I'm going to show you this time, the Great Magician is not just the two of you......"

(To be continued)