Chapter 359

The bloody night triggered a large-scale panic in Pandora city. Many people noticed the death and disappearance of people by the sea, as well as the emergence of more than a dozen ownerless African elephants out of thin air. The high level of Pandora city sent a large number of guard witches to search the killers. However, Slytherin was not so easy to be found. With a little magic, he concealed those moderate guard witches.

What's more, after seizing a lot of treasure from the foreigners, Salazar Slytherin quickly began to recruit and set up an anti Gryffindor organization.

His reason is very simple, that is, if Gryffindor is here, other people will not have a chance to win the queen. In this case, it's better to kill him first.

His reasons attracted the approval of many witches, and the organization grew rapidly.

For a long time after that, Silby didn't do anything extraordinary. He resumed his life in the snake's belly, took care of Slytherin's daily life, and maintained the operation of the newly established anti Gryffindor organization. His life became very busy.

However, after the organization became larger and the number of staff increased, Slytherin paid less attention to Silby. Every day, Slytherin focused on socializing with others and secret meetings, and rarely had time to find fault with Silby.

One day after Slytherin had a secret meeting with his new ally, he sneaked out on the pretext of purchasing and ran to the magic Library in the center of Pandora city.

Here, his talent is released to the greatest extent. Even if he reads for two hours every day, he can quickly and systematically master the basic theory of magic, and learn a series of simple basic incantations.

What Slytherin didn't tell him, he got a lot of supplements in the library.

With the growing sophistication of life mantra, he will use his own mantra to help Slytherin deal with most of the chores every day. He has more and more free time and more time for reading.

Under such a virtuous circle, it took him only one month to read nearly half of the books in the whole Pandora library.

However, at this time, a more serious challenge is placed in front of Silby. He didn't find any incantations about attack and defense in the Pandora library. After a little inquiry, he knew that those profound powerful incantations or magic were controlled by those ancient families or organizations with a long history, and there was almost no leakage.

This is unacceptable to Silby. Without these magic, it means that he can't get strong fighting power, can't get fighting power, can't get rid of Slytherin's control, so as to restore his freedom, and can't climb to the height he wants in his heart.

Helpless, he fell into another dilemma. However, for the time being, he has no other choice but to continue to work and spare time to go to the library in his spare time, hoping to find an opportunity to break the deadlock.

In this way, another month passed. Pandora moved from summer to autumn, and the weather became dry.

That day, as usual, after Slytherin had a secret talk with his allies, he came to the Pandora magic library and found a large group of people around the door.

Sylby glanced as he passed.

In the crowd, a bald old man with white beard, dressed in a pleated wizard's robe, dressed like Aristotle, stood in front of a heavy black iron block with his arms in his arms. The soles of the feet are happy.

"Come on, barufeo, let's take a look at your floating mantra." Some onlookers called out impatiently.

The old wizard named barufeo shook his head and coughed: "no hurry, no hurry."

Sylby's ears moved and his eyes were drawn.

In the library, there are often witches gathering together to discuss some messy problems, and often develop some incantations that have never been used before, which can be regarded as academic research.

Sylby knew that there were such a group of people, but he had never participated in their discussion. On the one hand, Slytherin was too busy with the work assigned to him, and he had little free time to spend, so he had to put all his time on study instead of trial and error.

On the other hand, he thinks that these old scholars always have eyes higher than the top. They look at people through their nostrils. They have a strong sense of intellectual superiority. They have to put on airs and cite classics for a long time when they ask any questions. Therefore, he is lazy to deal with these people.

Now, however, someone said that he had developed a floating spell, which made Silby a little interested. He stood still in place, raised his arm, and wanted to see what kind of spell the old man had developed.

More and more people were watching. At this time, someone called out, "barufeo, can you perform the floating mantra you just invented?"

"No hurry, no hurry, wait a little longer."

Barufeo said cheerfully. He looked around, and his feet were touching faster and faster.

There are more and more people. Many people have heard that someone can make the iron block fly. They all come here and surround the library gate.

At this time, someone called out impatiently: "barufeo!! Is it good? "The old man saw that people were almost crowded and finally rubbed his hands.

"Today, I'm going to teach you the floating mantra, which I've studied for more than ten years."

"Open your eyes and watch it!"

Barufeo took out a small box from his arms, opened the box with a holy face, grabbed a large amount of powder from the box and sprinkled it on the black iron. During the process of sprinkling, he drank: "flotin!"

The powder glowed and fell on the iron.

Then, under the gaze of the crowd, the heavy black iron slowly floated to the waist level position and did not move.

There was an exclamation from the crowd.

In the exclamation, barufeo stroked his white beard, shook his head, and expanded to the extreme, as if shouting - praise me, praise me.

The people in the library did not disappoint him. They all stared at the floating iron and marveled.

Only Silby looked at the iron block and then at the proud old man. He was a little disdainful. The guy's mantra was full of holes and didn't conform to the rhythm and rules. He just used a lot of casting materials to control the magic. He had no sense of art at all.

He didn't learn anything from these old scholars. He just felt that he had wasted three precious minutes and immediately turned to the library, hoping to read the real master works.

"Can it fly higher?"

At this time, clear and loud questions came from behind.

The eyes of Silby and the onlookers were attracted. The question was a tall woman in a red robe. Her whole body was wrapped tightly, her face was covered, and she could not see her face or figure.

The woman separated the crowd and stood in front of the crowd, pointing to the big iron block around barufeo's waist: "can you make it fly higher? I mean, is this floating controllable? "

Balufeo's joy disappeared. When other people were praising him, he suddenly jumped out with a prick, which made him a little unhappy.

However, women's questions are also of great interest to people in the library. They all look at barufeo and wait for his answer.

Balufeo coughed and shook his head: "this spell is still in the development stage. It will take some time to complete it. I will demonstrate it again when I complete it."

"Oh."

The crowd made a clear voice, but in the voice, there was more or less a sense of disappointment.

Big iron fell to the ground, barufeo a face of displeasure to pack up things, ready to leave.

"Can't you?"

However, the woman in the red robe still said with a loud voice: "if it's just floating to this degree, it's too low in practicability, and it costs a lot of casting materials at one time, and the cost is too high."

"I said it, little girl!"

Barufeo wizard glared at him angrily: "this spell is still in the experimental stage, not perfect! I'll show you no later when I'm perfect. "

The masked woman in the red robe shook her head. She went to the crowd, opened her arms, and hung a heavy purse from her palm: "I will give you three hundred gold coins. If someone can make the iron fly to the height of ten meters, who will take the three hundred gold coins?"

She continued in a loud voice.

"Oh

The crowd crowded forward and exclaimed. Three hundred gold coins is enough to buy a house in the lower city of Pandora. This woman is so generous.

Barufeo's face was very gloomy. He said coldly, "do you mean to find fault?"

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

"Yes."

Barufeo stopped, holding his arm sarcastically, and looked around. "I'll see who, who can improve my spell."

Everyone looked at each other and couldn't do anything about it. They were eager for the 300 gold coins in the bag, but it was very difficult to make a piece of iron fly ten meters high out of thin air. No one could guarantee that he could do better than barufeo. He could be one of the best scholars in the library.

At this time, the crowd raised a hand, a clear voice asked: "if I let the iron fly to ten meters high, then three hundred gold coins belong to me?"

The eyes of the crowd moved again to the guy who raised his hands. It was a grey haired boy in a tunic. He was slim and had a strange ox horn mask on his face. He couldn't see clearly.

It was Selby who stopped as soon as he saw that there was money to make. These days, he has been looking for opportunities to make money, but finally he caught one.

The masked girl's eyes turned around the horn mask on sylby's face, nodded slowly, and said with a smile, "yes, as long as you can make it fly ten meters, the three hundred gold coins will belong to you. L

"if I let it fly to 20 meters, can you give me 600 gold coins?" The masked boy squeezed out from the crowd and asked with a smile."Ha ha ha ha ha ~"

some of his witty words made people laugh.

Someone kindly reminded: "young man, do you dare to take off the mask to talk?"

"This is the magic library. It's not a street show. You should be responsible for your speech."

But the boy was not moved. He stood in front of the woman and asked, "if I let it fly to 40 meters, can you give me 1200 gold coins?"

The woman opened her eyes and looked at him strangely. There was a trace of anger in her eyes, but the anger soon disappeared. She shook her head calmly: "I only brought 300 gold coins today. Even if you let it fly to the moon, I can only give you 300 gold coins."

"Good."

Sylby nodded. He walked up to the barufeo wizard and said, "use your iron."

"Are you kidding?"

Barufeo wizard exclaimed, "don't give, don't you give, have you grown up to develop the spell? Go, go, stay. The spell is very dangerous. Don't hurt yourself.

"Yugadim Leviosa, you try this spell, it should make it controllable." Silby, unmoved, said faintly, holding his arm.

Barufeo is still angry, he said stubbornly: "the development of incantation has to be verified by the incantation Research Association. Have you registered? Do you have any experience. I can't tell how old you are with this mask? It's a big problem to recite incantations casually. Young man, although the three hundred gold coins are good, we should do it according to our ability. I advise you to... "

" are you coming or am I coming? " Silby was a little impatient. He reached out his hand and said, "if you're afraid of something wrong with the spell, let me do it."

In the same way, barufeo's wordiness aroused the dissatisfaction of the onlookers, who said, "let him have a try."

"Don't be so mean, barufeo!"

"If you try, you won't lose a piece of meat."

Under pressure, the old wizard barufeo had to surrender. He took out the box from his pocket, grabbed a handful of casting materials, sprinkled them on the iron, took a deep breath, and cried out: "yugadim levio!"

Boom!!

With a loud bang.

Barufeo fell on the floor with his head up, and the big black iron turned into a strong African bison, standing heavily on him. The bison was mooing and confused about his situation.

A roar of laughter swept the always serious library, provoking a large group of people quietly reading from behind the bookshelf out of the head. The masked woman in red also covered her mouth.

The barufeo wizard was so angry that he sprinkled the potion powder on the bison and turned it into iron again. Then he came to Silby angrily and asked sarcastically, "is this your mantra, the improved floating mantra? Or cow changing, mask wizard? "

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

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

But the masked woman in the red robe was looking at him without blinking. It was a gold Lord.

Silby snatched the potion powder that barufeo used to cast his spell, and said to him, "listen, nerd."

With that, he dipped his fingers in the potion powder, gently flicked it, and said in a loud voice, "yugadim Leviosa."

Suddenly, the iron flew up.

Silby stood below, not looking at the iron, moving his fingers. The heavy black iron was like a pleasant bird, flying over the heads of the people, drawing beautiful arcs one after another. It was more than ten meters to the top of the ceiling. If it wasn't blocked by the ceiling, it would fly straight out.

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

The onlookers opened their mouths one by one and looked at the big iron dancing on their heads with the eyes of seeing miracles.

"It's SA, not FA, SA!"

Silby mercilessly pointed out barufeo's slip of the tongue and said: "if you can't even understand the rhythm, you want to communicate naturally through language. It's ridiculous. "

looking at the flying black iron above his head, barufeo knelt down in front of the mask boy and said in shock," when did you... When did you develop this spell? "

"Three minutes ago."

Said Silby calmly.

Barufeo's face was as grey as a dog. Then, with tears in his eyes, he lay on the ground, "I lost... Your talent is really shocking."