[HP] Founding School Lianmeng

The forest is quieter than the last time I came.

Perhaps it was because of the previous turmoil that the dragon, which had been quiet for a long time, revived. The animals in the forest who were frightened and settled down at home either ran away after hearing the news or huddled in their nests and dared not move.

Slytherin stood in the teleportation array at the edge of the forest, glanced at the elves following behind, and remained silent.

There are surprises waiting for them in the centaur tribe. I heard that Narada's stay in the centaur tribe has not been smooth in the past few days.

——Because of their new teammates.

Of course, it is not ruled out that the elves and the horsemen did not see each other before.

Ravenclaw is a very magical woman, she has always attracted all kinds of people and races.

Take the four of them as an example, they first met Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, then Ravenclaw met Gryffindor, and finally the three crashed into Slytherin's house together.

Occasionally, you can see some strange things suddenly popping up around Ravenclaw, such as ghosts that cannot leave a fixed place casually, such as elves born from among the flowers.

She seems to have a special ability to attract these things, and Hufflepuff, who is always by her side, can comfort those little guys very well. The two ladies cooperate well. Slytherin thinks that there is no such thing as the two of them in this world. No less people.

Indeed, the two of them might never have had the chance to be such companions without these two ladies who acted as a bridge between the impulsive Gryffindor and the shrewd and smooth Slytherin at all times.

"Salazar, the one from before..." Gryffindor bent his elbow and poked Slytherin, his face troubled with anxiety and pain, "Do I really want to drink that, I think I'm going to die..."

"I won't die." Slytherin squinted at the blood bar on Gryffindor's head, and was pleased to see that the upper limit value was much higher than before - all thanks to the blood of the gods.

Gryffindor obtained such great benefits just by trying blood that had been diluted several times, and his attributes seemed to have been improved a lot, and his ability to withstand blood was also constantly improving.

"..." Gryffindor choked up, swallowing with grief.

Don't kill the dragon before he is kneeled down by Slytherin first.

"Your body is obviously much better, isn't it?" Slytherin turned his head to look at Gryffindor. He spent less than half of that bottle of precious blood on Gryffindor. His physical fitness can withstand undiluted blood, and he will not ask Gryffindor to take a sip directly.

After all, the initial acceptance was tested by Slytherin himself.

"Indeed, but..." Gryffindor shuddered, feeling terrified, "That feeling of being about to explode is really terrible."

"Yeah, you almost demolished my manor." Slytherin replied calmly, and activated the teleportation array after everyone stood in the teleportation array.

Gryffindor chuckled, his face full of satisfaction.

Judging from how carefully Slytherin treated the bottle of potion, which was no bigger than a palm, it was absolutely extremely precious.

The bottle of potion went from full to empty, and Slytherin used it on him, even he himself was reluctant to use it. Gryffindor, who felt the benefits of the potion, realized that he had no need for Slytherin. The importance of it, the mood is always kept light, even if there is a dragon waving its sharp claws and spitting fireballs in front of you, you are not afraid.

Of course, Slytherin didn't tell Gryffindor what the bottle was, and no one would believe the blood of the gods, it might as well be a potion.

Although it was very painful after using it, seeing Gryffindor as the main T gradually becoming stronger, Slytherin's inner insecurity relaxed a lot.

The young warriors of the centaur tribe kicked their front hooves anxiously, and the dead leaves covered by the soil were kicked up by them, revealing the moist, dark and fertile land.

They didn't change their attitude towards Slytherin at all. Except for the simple and honest big man Kazalai who had a good relationship with Slytherin, no centaur greeted them.

Ravenclaw took Narada and waved to Slytherin and his party. Hufflepuff smiled and joined his female companion, whispering happily to express intimacy and joy.

Narada's complexion was not very good. The two male elves were her suitors, and their complexion became bad after they approached and asked.

"Five new dwarves have been added to the team." Narada said, the expression on the face of this elegant female elf was subtly displeased - noble and elegant elves have never been very fond of dirty and rude dwarves .

Slytherin pulled Gryffindor away from the circle of elves in silence, and while communicating with Kazalai, he paid attention to the movement there, full of the pleasure of watching a good show.

When the elves and dwarves met, the chatter and hatred of both sides broke the table in an instant.

Of course they won't fight. Elves and dwarves have almost been the default rule for generations. They can even form an alliance to resist foreign enemies when necessary.

Even if they can't understand each other, they must admit that each other's craftsmanship in making weapons is perfect.

Whether it is the legal system of the elves or the physics system of the dwarves, they are always very popular among all races.

Slytherin squinted his eyes happily as he looked at the elves and dwarves who started talking without hesitation as soon as they met.

Dwarves are very violent melee, of course, the disadvantage is also obvious, they are not agile enough.

In this regard, dwarves and elves can cooperate very well when they really face the dragon-even if their mutual chatter has risen from personal attacks to faith attacks just a second ago.

With these two races who have always been regarded as thorns in the eyes of the dragon and have always hated the dragon, Slytherin felt that he could not be safer.

"Kazalei, this is a weapon for the centaur warriors." Slytherin waved his wand and used the magnification spell, and handed over eleven bows to Kazalei, followed by a quiver containing twenty arrows. eleven copies.

"And these potions." Slytherin generously handed twenty copies of the berserk potions presented by the system to Kazalai at one time. After explaining the purpose, he turned around and gave each Four servings per person.

Slytherin made it himself, and the materials and medicinal materials used are all high-quality, much better than those given to the centaur by the system.

It's just that the centaurs are not dwarves after all. They can kite a giant dragon, but the dwarves can only pounce on the dragon and smash to death. If they are not careful, they may be trampled to death.

The best berserk potions are still the most cost-effective for dwarves.

"Slytherin, you won't run away this time, will you?" A centaur warrior weighed the bow and arrow in his hand and sneered.

"Of course." Slytherin shrugged. "I don't want to be haunted by nightmares for the rest of my life."

"Okay." Ravenclaw stopped the sudden tension between the centaur and Slytherin, "Don't shake the confidence of the companions before the battle."

The distribution of the teleportation array has been distributed to everyone a week ago. Once they are seriously injured, use the nearest teleportation array to stay away, or get close to Hufflepuff for treatment.

Ravenclaw puts a lot of emphasis on the protection of Hufflepuffs, and from the Slytherins and centaur elders, there is a lot of emphasis on the dragon's weaknesses and places that have been traumatized.

To sum it up in one sentence, keep the nanny, find the wound and beat her to death!

The most poisonous woman.

Slytherin cursed, stepped forward after Ravenclaw's pre-war mobilization was over, and opened the god's blood bottle in front of the other 22 people who participated in the battle.

"Salazar—" Gryffindor's eyes widened, and the blue eyes rolled around.

As expected, the person who was originally full of doubts turned red within a few breaths, panting like a bullfighting bull after being stimulated.

Especially the dwarves, who began to swing heavy axes, their chests heaving and heaving like bellows.

Ravenclaw was also deeply affected, and she took a step forward full of spirit, "Let's go now!!"

Slytherin closed the blood cap, threw it to Gryffindor, followed Ravenclaw into the teleportation circle, and said by the way: "Drink half of it, if you can't cut off the dragon's wings with one blow— "He stopped talking and gave Gryffindor a meaningful look.

In fact, he didn't think about what he would do to Gryffindor if he didn't break the dragon's wing with one blow.

However, there is stimulation to make progress, and pressure to drive. Slytherin, who knows this well, has an elegant smile on his face, looking at the suddenly changing scene in front of him.

The dragon, who had been offended repeatedly, saw the group suddenly appearing in the resting place, and spewed out two hot flames from its nostrils.

The elves and the dwarves stood ready, and Narada, who had had enough of talking to the dwarves, was heartbroken under the influence of the god's blood, and a huge vine with thorns suddenly drilled out of the devastated land, entwining the distance. Her nearest dwarf's waist.

The dwarf waved his limbs, the vine lifted him high, swayed twice, and then threw him out viciously!

"Ouch!!!!"

Everyone who hadn't reacted watched helplessly as the dwarf bumped into the head-shaking dragon, and their hearts tightened.

The dragon's angry roar was deafening, it shook its head crazily, and the eyes that were injured by Slytherin before were glowing with a cold golden fierce light!

The dragon's intact wings flapped, setting off a gust of wind!

Damn dwarves!Damn elves!Damn ants! !

- Paralyzed!It was smeared by the dwarves again!