[HP] Founding School Lianmeng

Slytherin was stunned, staring blankly at Gryffindor with red eyes.

"When did Salazar Slytherin become a coward who ran away without even trying!"

"..."

"We are capable of slaying dragons! I will prove it to you now!" Gryffindor threw off Slytherin and stood at the front of the team who were also completely stunned, holding the sword tightly with both hands, and a cry erupted from his throat drink low!

He rushed to the dragon! !

Slytherin was terrified, and hurriedly waved his wand to bless Gryffindor with several armors.

Gryffindor's sword pierced directly into the wound on the dragon's jaw, and Slytherin could clearly see his sword stirring a few times in the dragon's wound.

"...shattered to pieces." Slytherin heard himself chanting a spell in a deep and hoarse voice, and swung his wand uncontrollably skillfully, aiming at the dragon's eyes that were wide open due to pain.

—He thought he must be crazy.

It hit, and the Slytherin caught the dragon's pupils bleeding red.

The dragon let out an angry roar, and shook his head violently, throwing Gryffindor out.

Slytherin, who finally reacted, used the levitation spell to catch the falling Gryffindor, and quickly threw him away from the crowd. There was a teleportation array on the landing point, and he could run away immediately if something went wrong.

Sacrifice, Gryffindor, he silently prayed to Gryffindor.

Cherish life and stay away from the source of hatred.

Seeing that Gryffindor's hatred for stabbing wounds was firmly pulled, Slytherin turned around and whispered to the master of the magic circle, telling the other party to make a record to see how many times the teleportation circle can withstand the dragon's attacks.

At the same time, the god's blood was already on hand, ready to smear Gryffindor's face at any time.

The giant dragon roared and shook its head, and bright red blood cells the size of its head rolled out from its wound and eyes, and a little golden yellow shimmering in the sun hurt his good eye.

The golden animal pupils contracted, and the dragon was quiet for a moment—it turned its pupils and saw the ants gathered on the ground in front of it.

Centaurs and wizards.

It remembered that wizard and was deeply impressed.

Back then, the sorcerer was still a cub, and it let him go. At this moment, he led the centaur to provoke him!

The dragon was deeply angry, and his eyes were glued to the crystal bottle in Slytherin's hand.

Bet with the dignity of a dragon!That's definitely a good thing!

The giant dragon, which had already regarded Slytherin as its prey and the blood of the gods as its trophy, ignored the pain on its body and raised its head to let out a loud dragon roar.

— with aggression and pleasure.

Slytherin held his wand tightly in his hand, watched the fat lizard's huge pupils turn around and finally landed on him, and immediately swallowed a bottle of hatred reduction potion without hesitation.

This is not scientific!Why does it look like you're going to beat him up!

Slytherin looked at the empty hatred-reducing potion bottle in his hand, and at the dragon that was still looking at him after roaring.

My heart sank.

...Fuck me, Gryffindor is a big parallel importer!

Slytherin felt that this bottle of god's blood might be for himself.

Although emotionally speaking at this moment, the Duke of Slytherin really wanted to turn back and shrink into the crowd, and even if he died, he wanted to drag a group of people to be buried with him, but rationally, he still gave up this idea.

Anyway... OT or something, he has long been used to it.Thinking of this, Slytherin silently put on a few armors for himself.

The horsemen began to attack the dragon with bows and arrows, and the small and sharp arrows passed through the hands of the horsemen and pierced straight into the wound on the dragon's body.

If he can sneak past this boss... Slytherin narrowed his eyes, raised his hand to touch his swollen face, and snorted coldly.

Stepping back a few steps, Slytherin looked at the place where the soil had been moved around, and while the dragon's attention was being drawn by the horsemen, he sneaked into the teleportation circle away from the crowd.

God knows where that teleportation array is connected to, Slytherin took a deep breath.

Merlin bless.

Just don't teleport him directly to the dragon's claws.

The giant dragon covered with hard golden scales raised its head high, and the mouth with sharp teeth was rolling with hot red flames.

It shook its head, and with a breath, it hit the centaur's teleportation array straight.

A thin layer of diaphragm that seemed to be shattered suddenly appeared, covering the teleportation array.

The horsemen carried the master of the magic circle and ran away like a flower that suddenly bloomed. After avoiding the breath, they looked back at the magic circle and cheered when they found it intact.

The dragon's breath didn't leave any traces or take away a life, it was completely outraged!

The dragon ran after the horsemen, and the horsemen spread out after running away for a while.

Slytherin stared dumbfounded at the centaurs gliding the dragon, feeling that his world view had been completely refreshed.

——The horsemen seemed to fall in love with this activity. They took turns attracting the attention of the giant dragon one by one, and the coordination was very smooth.

The IQ of this dragon feels a bit clumsy...

It didn't take long for Slytherin to feel emotional when he saw a centaur running towards him with hoofs.

When the dragon saw Slytherin, the anger value that was originally full broke the meter instantly.

It shook its head, ignoring the centaur who stepped on the teleportation array to tease him, and rushed straight to Slytherin in a daze.

Fuck!The horse people are also a large group of parallel importers!

Slytherin activated the teleportation array without the slightest hesitation and ran away.

It's not as bloody as Gryffindor, and it's not as good as a centaur who can run on four legs. Why don't you just stay away from here and wait for death!

Obviously he only used one skill from the beginning to the end... After Slytherin safely returned to the centaur tribe, he fell into depression with a wand in his hand. It was too painful to start OT or something, and it was after Gryffindor beat the BOSS I just moved my hand.

Is it really a matter of black face?Slytherin touched his face, and finally pursed his lips and gave up the struggle.

It's impossible to delete the account and start over again, what can I do if I have a black face? Slytherin feels that he is lucky enough, at least in terms of mission rewards, the system still takes good care of him.

Slytherin, who had never thought that the act of embarrassing his face would cause hatred, suddenly realized.

Maybe good luck is used in this, not necessarily!Thinking of this, the Duke of Slytherin suddenly became much more relaxed and patted his face happily, and a sharp pain woke him up.

My face is swollen and it hurts.

With a dark face, Slytherin waved his wand to heal himself, then turned his head and walked towards the residence of the centaur elder.

The Duke of Slytherin, who never thought that the dragon would be so awesome, finally thought of it, maybe he could learn from the experience of the centaur fighting the dragon before.

Look at how well Kazale and the others cooperate and how coquettish their positions are.

Comparing it to Gryffindor, it is simply horrible.

Slytherin stepped on the road paved with soft dead leaves, and calculated with a slight frown.

The centaur's ordinary arrows did not do much damage to the dragon, and Gryffindor and him made the dragon bleed with just one attack.

The health bar on the dragon's head dropped slightly.

Slytherin knew very well that this was due to the damage bonus of the dragon slaying equipment.

When they really started fighting the dragon, the centaurs would have dragon-slaying weapons, so to calculate the damage just now, if the arrows shot by the eleven centaurs just now were replaced with the bonus value of the dragon-slaying weapons, this The dragon whose head was seriously injured and its blood bar was halved, the threat value does not seem to be very high.

The only difficulty is probably...he can OT.

Thinking of this, Slytherin's egg hurts.