[HP] Founding School Lianmeng

The author has something to say: It seems that there are many relatives who don't understand the language of online games.Let me explain =w=hatred value: also known as threat value, in a large team copy, when pushing the BOSS, everyone will generate a hatred value.The person with the highest hatred value will become the target of the boss's attack, so generally the person with the highest hatred value in the team is a profession with thick skin, thick flesh, and resistance to fighting, falling, and manipulation. -T: That is, the tank, which is the above-mentioned profession with thick skin, thick skin, resistance to fighting, wear resistance, fall resistance and operation. It is an indispensable existence in the team. It is the person who mainly undertakes the boss attack. Generally speaking, T All skills and equipment will have the attribute of adding hatred value to ensure that the hatred of the boss can be stably held, so that teammates can beat the boss with peace of mind. -OT: Hatred is out of control. It refers to the various occupations that beat the boss and the healing occupation. Because the damage caused to the boss is too high, or the amount of treatment is too high and the hatred is not well controlled, the final result usually leads to group destruction. .The reasons for OT are generally: too high damage, too high treatment, forgetting to use hatred reduction skills, black face, black face and black face. -Reminder: OT can be a cute point in novels, and it can also be used as a mocking point to add fun when friends are disturbing the base, but in the official team copy, it is a headache for the leader to fuck~ Really play the copy Don’t take other people’s minefields as your own cute spots when you’re playing~-If you don’t understand anything in the future, tell me~Because I often play games and I can’t tell which is common sense and which is high-end content【Hey(￣(￣(￣(￣ ︶￣*)) hug you guys.

The total number of teams participating in this event is fourteen.

Eleven centaurs, Gryffindor, Slytherin plus the magic circle master.

As the head of the regiment, Slytherin looked sadly at the job assignments in the team, feeling deeply insecure.

——Even if you are going to tease the boss, you should bring a healer no matter what!

But their only cure was fighting the cup in Slytherin Manor.

What a sad fact, maybe Gryffindor could go see Merlin today.Slytherin thought so sadly, and dug out the bottle of god's blood from his backpack.

A golden somewhat viscous liquid was quietly flowing in the half-palm-sized crystal bottle, emitting a beautiful brilliance in the sunlight.

The system has never cheated on these non-task supplies that can be used, which is why Slytherin has always used those materials without doubt.

The blood of the gods should be able to directly bring back people with only blood left, otherwise I am a little sorry for such an awesome name, right?

Of course, it would be best to be able to fill the red and blue bars with people whose names have been grayed out—the flesh and bones of the living dead, potions that can be resurrected are hard to come by, Slytherin is reluctant to use this bottle of precious materials for experiments, and finally just Can be tangled and ready to slap Gryffindor with this thing at any time.

Use it, after using it, you won't be entangled, although it will be very painful.

Slytherin didn't plan to take out the few bows, arrows and berserk potions that the system had sent before. After all, this time was really a small test.

——Push the boss without a nanny?Are you a fool, a fool, or a fool.

Don't let the arrows run out before the BOSS is defeated, it's not fun at all, really.

A group of 14 people and non-humans are getting closer and closer to the edge of the forest.

The sun covered by the dense trees casts mottled shadows, the light gets bigger and bigger, and finally passes through a bush, and the whole field of vision suddenly becomes clear!

Into the eyes is a piece of green grass, stretches very wide.

At the end of the emerald green is a lake, and the breeze blows on the calm water surface to bring out sparkling waves. On the left side of the line of sight, you can see a little bit of the peak of the castle roof.

Warm and beautiful scene, it would be nice if there was more anger.

"Bury the stone slab down first, and keep the movement as small as possible."

Dragons are horribly sensitive to their surroundings—except for sleeping dragons.

Slytherin wasn't quite sure if Cazalei's earlier statement that the dragon had quieted meant that the big guy had fallen asleep again, or if he had just kept quiet and was ready to fight the centaur again.

He only knew that if the giant dragon discovered the teleportation array before it was ready, their regiment would definitely die cleanly.

He breathed out and burned all of them to death.

Not even a pinch of ash was left.

"Gryffindor, Cazalai brings five warriors, let's go." Slytherin distributed his combat power a little bit, "Be careful, and bury as many stone slabs as possible within the range of the teleportation array."

It's best to reach the point where you can step on a stone slab every two or three hundred meters-but the master of the magic circle doesn't seem to have carved so many.

Recalling the dragon's hot breath and huge body, Slytherin shook his wand tightly, and touched the black drop-shaped pendant hanging around his neck as if to comfort himself.

Merlin bless.

The few who were named followed Slytherin, slowed down their steps, and approached the castle faintly visible on the left.

They are not sure where the dragon is, the only thing they can be sure of is that it has not left Hogwarts.

As for the reason for not leaving, it may be that it does not have the ability to move long distances—after all, it is still injured, and one of the deep wounds is still on his wing.

The big guy can't fly - this is undoubtedly excellent news for them.

"Salazar, will it be here?" Gryffindor, who hadn't seen the dragon, became relaxed, and he grinned, "I'm just saying, the dragon might have left long ago!"

Slytherin glanced at him, paused to look at the castle with its collapsed tower on the left, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the castle was not destroyed.

He had reason to believe that even if Hogwarts turned into a pile of bricks, the system would send him a task to rebuild it.

Hogwarts has to be Hogwarts.

If he had really been asked to rebuild, he would probably have rushed straight up and slaughtered that huge fat lizard right now.

——Founding a magic school and building a magic school are completely different things!

"Seriously be on guard." Slytherin glanced at Gryffindor, and when he was not far from the Black Lake, he stopped in fear.

He couldn't forget the moment when the dragon rushed out of the black lake and swallowed his mother.

He was afraid that in the next second, the giant dragon would appear in the same way and burn them to death with one breath.

"Salazar..." Gryffindor, who knew what Slytherin was worried about, looked at the pale Slytherin worriedly, and after shouting, he didn't know how to comfort him.

"It's okay, let's go." Slytherin took a deep breath, and his footsteps were no longer as steady as before. He deflected his steps and avoided the Black Lake.

In fact, apart from the Black Lake and the surrounding forest, the only place Hogwarts can accommodate dragons is the previously built basement.

In order to ensure that the dragon would not suddenly wake up in its deep sleep, the old Slytherin engraved a large number of magic circles in the basement to ensure the temperature of the secret room, which was similar to the dragon's lair.

That temperature was also useful for the dragon to heal its wounds - Slytherin guessed the dragon was inside.

After all, the water of the Black Lake would soak into the dragon's wound, and the surrounding forest was guarded by the horse tribe.

No matter how you look at it, the only suitable place is the underground secret room where the dragon was bound before.

The surroundings were very quiet, so quiet that only the breathing and footsteps of a few people remained.

"Slytherin, do you know where the dragon is?" Kazalai couldn't help but speak out—he was a little unaccustomed to such silence.

Slytherin, who was staring at a deep paw print in a daze, looked back at him, pondered for a while, "I can probably guess it."

"We haven't found it after searching for a long time." Kazale frowned, "otherwise we would have slaughtered it long ago, the wealth of the dragon is very tempting to us!"

"..." Slytherin looked at him, pursed his lips, and turned his gaze back to Hogwarts Castle, which is not too far away. He was hesitating whether to tell Kazalai that this giant dragon had no wealth at all. .

The giant dragon that was moved here and imprisoned was a bachelor, and he had nothing but his own value.

Even coveted the astrolabe of the Centaur tribe, but failed to grab it.

Slytherin suddenly felt aggrieved by the dragon being here.

If it hadn't been for the old Slytherin's disturbance, it would probably be sleeping on the pile of gold coins in the lair, taking a nap and recuperating.

"I probably know where it is." Slytherin pointed to Hogwarts. "It was once trapped in the underground chamber by my father. It is very suitable for it to stay there. The climate in England is not suitable for it to recuperate."

"Damn fat lizard!" Cazale growled, his tone angry, but his eyes shone with anticipation.

Probably this strange centaur is looking forward to the gold coins and treasures under the belly of the dragon.

—Have you ever seen a greedy centaur?

Lo and behold, here's one.

"Keep quiet." Slytherin frowned, with a bad feeling in his heart.

As if to prove his intuition, the ground shook violently, as if something was about to come out.

The others were still a little dazed, but Slytherin turned pale.

"Let's go! Go to the place where there is a teleportation array!" He said, grabbed Gryffindor and rushed out.

"Salazar?!"

"The dragon is awake!"

The following developments should prove the correctness of Slytherin's words. The loud and long dragon chant came out from all directions, and the whole earth seemed to tremble.

The horsemen who were left behind look at me, I look at you, hesitated for a second between jumping up to fight the dragon and obeying Slytherin, and seeing the dragon's head change from Hogwarts When he emerged from the corner of the ruins, he resolutely chose the latter.

——This is not a centaur tribe with elders and most of the tribe. If you don’t run away, you will die.

"Haven't you fought a dragon head-on!" Slytherin snarled at Kazalay.

"It's the whole tribe!" Kazalei was very confident, "If it's in the tribe..."

"Enough shut up! Get out of the way!" Slytherin abruptly pushed Gryffindor and Cazalai aside, and took a few steps back by himself.

Before today, he never knew that he could go so far in one step.

A huge ball of fire landed on the place where they were originally staying, and directly burned a large crater on the emerald green grass.

"Merlin!" Gryffindor swallowed while looking at the big pit, with a mournful face, "This dragon is not so scary in your memory, Salazar!"

"Because it was my father who really fought with him, not me!" Slytherin glared at him fiercely, regardless of whether he was embarrassed or not, he ran towards the place where they buried the teleportation array go.

The golden dragon raised its claws and trampled on the ground fiercely. The strong vibration almost made them unable to stand still.

The horsemen with two legs were fine, but the two wizards who were running on two legs staggered and fell to the ground.

——It was exactly the same as the earthquake in my memory.

Bad memories come flooding back one after another.

What happened before and after the time travel made Slytherin tremble a little.

"Salazar, get up!"

Gryffindor rushed over and rolled Slytherin several times, and once again dodged a breath about three meters in diameter.

"Damn it..." Slytherin groaned, and Kazalay, who ran to the front, looked back at them, and ran back, holding one in each hand, and started running desperately on four hooves!

"Use the teleportation array and leave."

Slytherin, who realized that he had completely lost his mind, was pale, and his facial muscles were stiff and unable to make any expression.

—There was nothing but fear in his eyes.

Gryffindor glanced at the teleportation array that was already within reach, looked at Slytherin who had almost completely lost his confidence, and weighed the sword in his hand.

It was a sword given to him by Slytherin, and it was said to be very powerful against dragons.

"Dragons are not scary, Salazar!" Gryffindor raised his voice, shaking Slytherin's shoulder. "Don't you also have something for killing dragons!"

Slytherin glanced at the dragon who was not far away from them, and felt that Gryffindor who was talking nonsense at such a time was really an idiot.

"Get out of here!!" he growled.

"Look at what you look like now!" Gryffindor punched Slytherin hard, "What are you afraid of?!"

To emphasize, the punch was in the face.