[HP] Founding School Lianmeng

Contrary to everyone's expectations, the master of the magic circle that Sir Madeleine packed was a young man.

They are about the same age and have a lazy attitude.

Because he focused on talent and trusted Sir Madeleine, Slytherin didn't mind the attitude of the other party. Upholding the most basic obligations, Slytherin still communicated with the master of the magic circle.

After all, they are not just making teleportation formations, they are making teleportation formations under the eyes of the giant dragon.

"I think Sir Madeleine has already told you about the mission?"

"Of course." The master of the magic circle raised his chin with a haughty look - this is the usual gesture of masters raised by Sir Madeleine's family. Slytherin didn't mind, but the two ladies frowned.

"Then, please tell me what materials you need."

The master of the magic array raised his eyebrows, "Don't you even know the materials needed for the short-distance teleportation array?"

Slytherin smiled and said nothing.

"..." The master of the magic circle frowned. The young man who has been trained by Madeleine has never encountered such embarrassment. He is very self-confident in dealing with people, even if Sir Madeleine is sending him Before coming here, he told him to maintain a good attitude, and the master of the magic circle, who has always been served respectfully, didn't take it seriously.

Seeing that the other party stopped talking, Slytherin paused, and opened his mouth to give the other party a step down: "I think what we need is not an ordinary short-distance teleportation array, it must be concealed and difficult to be destroyed."

"Are you laughing at my ability!" The master of the magic circle was very dissatisfied, and he had little communication with others on an equal footing, so he didn't understand Slytherin's kindness at all.

This time it was Slytherin's turn to be silent.

Gryffindor sat on the chair next to him and looked at his companion who had been humiliated, pursing his lips and letting out a few grunts from time to time.

The next moment, his laughter stopped abruptly—since he discovered that wrapping a snake around Gryffindor's neck could make that arrogant and reckless companion freeze like petrification, the Duke of Slytherin's manor almost It became a den of snakes, at least anywhere, and one or two of his short syllable calls would pop up.

"Of course I won't question your ability, I'm just worried that there will be an accident—" Slytherin raised his hand to stop the master of the magic circle, and continued his unfinished words, "After all, we are going to Little tricks under the skin of the longan."

——After at least a few teleportation arrays are activated, they can be quickly teleported out of the combat range.

Run if you can't fight, there is no chance of resurrection if the group is destroyed here.

The Duke of Slytherin is in a very good state of mind. It is not a shame to choose to escape from the claws of the giant dragon. In the eyes of wizards, it is the glory of a hero to escape successfully!

"Giant dragon?!" The voice of the master of the magic circle choked up, and he looked at the four young people in the living room doing their own things in disbelief, and mocked in disbelief: "It's just you?"

"And you." Slytherin added kindly, he looked at the master of the magic circle with exaggerated surprise, "Sir, didn't Duke Madeleine tell you the truth about the next job?"

Judging from the young man's expression, Duke Madeleine really did not tell him maliciously.

Look at his dull face, what a poor kid...

The wicked Duke of Slytherin took a sip of the hot coffee contentedly, he was deeply relieved by the feeling of regaining his lost face.

——Slightly cool!

"Do you have the ability to ensure that the teleportation array can continue to operate even after being breathed or trampled by the dragon?"

Slytherin knew that this request was a bit difficult, but he still made it without hesitation. This young man shouldered the lives of the four of them, and a little sloppy error would cause them to die without a place to bury them.

The master of the magic array was silent for a moment, and finally he frowned reluctantly and said: "...I don't know."

Only at this time, Slytherin will feel that his father is so idle that he will spend so much effort to draw a giant magic circle that cannot apparate in the entire Hogwarts area .

Not only killed himself and his mother, but maybe even his son was killed later.

In the final analysis, it was all due to the arrogant father who thought he had done such stupid things as locking the dragon underground in Hogwarts.

The four words of cocooning oneself could not be more suitable for the father who didn't even have a place to bury his body.

"Why not choose a long-distance teleportation array?"

"Do you think that when you are defeated by the dragon, you will have a chance to complete the five-second activation time of the teleportation array?" Slytherin finally frowned irritably.

The reason why the short-distance teleportation array is chosen is because the activation time is short, almost instantaneous.

Although the teleportation distance of the short-distance teleportation array does not exceed 2000 meters, it is not too difficult to run thousands of miles away in three seconds with five teleportation superimposed.

But the weakness of the magic circle is that as long as a small corner is destroyed, the effect of the magic circle will be completely different from the previous function when it was complete.

If the magic circle itself doesn't have the defense power to withstand several attacks from the dragon, then it's useless to draw it, and wasting gold coins may also affect the people who use the magic circle to teleport.

If you are lucky, you can come out. If you are unlucky, you will get lost in the gaps in the space and do nothing to survive or die.

"I probably guessed why the Duke of Madeleine asked me to come." The master of the magic circle paused, with a hint of realization in his eyes, "I'm not sure, but you can give it a try."

[Congratulations to player Salazar Slytherin for completing the task issued by Rowena Ravenclaw: Assisting the Master of the Magic Circle. 】【Congratulations to the player Salazar Slytherin for obtaining the poisonous acegrass x20 and the magic note left by Merlin x1. 】wipe!Magic Notes!Slytherin immediately sat up straight.

He looked at the young man who once again recovered his arrogance with his lips pursed, and knocked on the table, "Try? Do you want to try facing the dragon?"

"Since you dare, why can't I?" The young man looked at Slytherin proudly, like a male peacock showing off its tail feathers--it's a pity that the opposite of him is also a male peacock, seeing such a similar kind, he just wants to knock it hard Go down or muddy his face.

"If that's the case, then I can only risk my life to accompany you." Slytherin raised his eyebrows and accepted the other party's provocation.

In fact, he can only accept it.

He had sworn to promise that the master of the magic circle would be sent back to Sir Madeleine's residence without a single hair.

Slytherin took a sip of his coffee, feeling as bitter in his heart as in his mouth.

——Who can protect people under the hands of the giant dragon!It's good to be able to keep yourself, okay?

However, this bitterness did not allow him to tell others that the Duke of Slytherin, who had always spared his life, looked at the young man who was explaining the drawing materials of the magic circle to the butler, and wanted to let a snake bite him to death.

After suppressing his thoughts, Slytherin opened the backpack and found the magic note left by Merlin with great anticipation.

[Magic Notes left by Merlin, which records Merlin's magic experience and lost spells, mission supplies. 】…Fucking shit.

System you are so funny.

……

"Salazar, are you really going?" Gryffindor, who was released from freedom, touched his neck and leaned over. He still had obvious goosebumps on his arms—the feeling of being wrapped around his neck by a cold-blooded animal is really uncomfortable. .

Especially those cold-blooded animals were still the sweetheart's little treasures, Gryffindor had a bitter face, feeling that he couldn't express his pain.

"Call me Slytherin." He paused, and when he came back to drink the coffee in the cup, he found that it was already cold. He put down the cup a little annoyed, and made a loud noise impolitely, "No I have to go too, I promised to send people back safely, so I can’t break my promise.”

Gryffindor was a little fortunate. Fortunately, the other two ladies had already gone to other places to familiarize themselves with the functions of dragon slaying tools because they didn't like the way the magic circle master did. Otherwise, it might be because of the young man that the four of them collectively slaughtered Dragon action is coming early.

"I'll be with you!" Gryffindor patted his chest, making himself look very reliable.

Slytherin felt relieved when he heard this, raised his eyebrows and remained silent.

Gryffindor thought that his companion disagreed, and quickly added: "I'm going to be the first dragon knight in the history of the Gryffindor family. How could I be crushed by a seriously injured dragon!"

Slytherin looked at him sideways, thinking that Gryffindor would always be able to play tricks and make him happy when he was in a bad mood and bored.

I have to say that it feels really good to be remembered by others.

"I didn't intend to exclude you from this operation." Slytherin gave Gryffindor a rare gentle smile, "but remember to keep it secret from the two ladies."

No matter how confident he was, he didn't dare to take a proud formation master to Hogwarts to tease the dragon's nerves and appetite.

He once felt that the reason why the giant dragon didn't breathe out to kill him when he was young was probably because he was a cub. After all, although the ancient times were chaotic, all races were very paranoid about the protection of cubs.

Unless it is the child of the deadly enemy, generally speaking, when encountering a cub, even if it is unintentionally offended, most of them will let it go.

As for those Muggle kids...

I am afraid that few people will forgive the brat who tramples on other people's wounds, let alone the noble dragon.

Every time he thought about it, Slytherin would be thankful that the bottle of potion he had thrown was on the dragon's face instead of on the opponent's wound.

——Duke Slytherin, don't you think being smeared in the face will make dragons hate you more than being trampled on by wounds?

"Okay, Gryffindor, we have more things to do besides waiting for the magic circle to be completed." Slytherin turned away the face of Gryffindor who was staring at him intoxicated, and drilled himself Into the potions room.

In addition to the potions recorded in the books of the wizarding world, the Duke of Slytherin, who has a potion making panel, has a richer inventory.

If you want to bring a drag oil bottle, you need to prepare a lot more.

Such as life potion, magic potion and most importantly... hatred reduction potion.

The Duke of Slytherin, who hadn't pushed the boss for a long time, remembered his title of OT Little Prince.

Thinking about the dragon at this time, and then thinking about the consequences of OT, he couldn't help but deeply worried about his wealth and life.

We can only hope that Gryffindor's hatred will be stronger, Slytherin thought so.

—You will regret it, dear Mr. Slytherin.