Gryffindor has been in a good mood these past two days.
He really didn't expect that things would be such a coincidence. Before the finals, he met Ou Ling in the arena, and this idiot was stupid enough to take the initiative to attack him. As a face-testing apprentice, he took the initiative to attack
Even if a guild steward is beaten to death, he can only blame himself for his misfortune.
pity……
That fly named Ma Sen was in the way and actually took Ou Ling away at the last moment, so that another Pyroblast technique that he carefully prepared could not be used in time.
But forget it, even if he was lucky this time, he wouldn't survive for a few days anyway. He was directly hit by a pyroblast, and coupled with the curse he broke out at the last moment, even if he didn't die on the spot, he would never survive the finals.
That day.
"It's best to let me meet that Garros hillbilly in the first round of the finals. Then I must let him know that there are high and low levels of great magicians..."
Gryffindor returned to his residence in a happy mood. The room was extremely quiet. The two roommates had already moved out. Now this huge house belongs to Gryffindor alone. There are only a few chairs in the living room.
Arranged randomly, a huge crystal ball was placed on the coffee table, emitting a soft light.
Gryffindor stood in front of the crystal ball and recited a spell quickly and quickly. Then he saw a ray of light, and a white-haired figure appeared on the crystal ball.
"Gryffindor, you are looking for me so late. Do you have any questions about magic?" The old man on the crystal ball looks to be in his sixties, with a skinny figure and gray hair, and a thin face covered with wrinkles.
Except for his sharp eyes, he looks no different from ordinary old people.
"Yes, Tutor Northen, I have been trying to compress the casting time recently, but I seem to have run into a little trouble..." Gryffindor quickly explained the trouble he encountered.
On the other side of the crystal ball, Northam was still holding a crystal pen in his hand, frowning, drawing lines on a blank scroll, while analyzing Gryffindor comprehensively and meticulously.
Principle: "The simplest way to compress the casting time is to improve your mental power, but this means nothing to you. After all, the improvement of mental power does not happen overnight. Another way is to repeatedly analyze the element structure. The more you
If you understand the structure of elements, you will be able to complete the spell casting faster..."
After that, Gryffindor asked several questions one after another. Northam was still busy on the scroll and took time to answer him. He seemed a little absent-minded, but the answer he gave was always the same.
Zhong Zhong didn't say much, maybe one sentence or two, but he always pointed to the most important point. Often Gryffindor couldn't think of anything after thinking about it for a long time, but was reminded by his sentence, and he immediately
He showed an expression of sudden realization.
If Lin Li were here at this time, he would probably be able to see that what Northen drew on the scroll is exactly a "tide" magic pattern. This magic pattern that can increase the recovery speed of magic power several times is not simple. It can only be achieved if it reaches the master level.
Only the above inscription masters have the opportunity to understand its complete structure, and it is notoriously difficult to draw. Even Odewen, who is known as the first inscription master in France, may not be able to guarantee his success every time.
, not to mention that like Nosun, he was pointing his disciples while drawing on the scroll.
Speaking of Noson, he is indeed full of legend.
He was born in the Magic Guild of Fallen Leaf City, north of Qingfeng Plain. The first time his name became known was forty years ago. At that time, Noson had just turned thirty, but he had already broken through the Great Mage.
Realm, during a battle between Luoye City Magic Guild and pirates, he killed an eighteenth-level warrior in one fell swoop. In an instant, Noson's name spread throughout the entire Kingdom of France.
In the following ten years, Noson's reputation in the guild reached its peak. His strong strength, meticulous thinking, smooth skills, and various advantages allowed him to become the leader of Luoye in just ten years.
The City Magic Guild has established absolute prestige. Almost everyone feels that he will be a strong candidate for the next president. Even the president of the guild at the time once said in public that after he retires, he will take charge of the guild.
The member of the Rotterdam Magic Guild must be Northen.
But at this time, Northam made a decision that was beyond everyone's expectations.
He gave up the position of guild president and instead applied to the Supreme Council, hoping to enter the Great Library to study. With his status in the Luoye City Magic Guild at the time, it was naturally impossible for the Supreme Council to reject his request. After the application was submitted
In less than a month, Northam entered the Great Library smoothly. He had been there for three years. By the time he came out of the Great Library, he already had the strength of an eighteenth-level great mage.
After that, he received an invitation from the Supreme Council and entered the power center that Anriel magicians dreamed of. In the next thirty years, Noson relied on his own ability to climb higher and higher at an astonishing speed, reaching
Today, he has become one of the top ten controllers, holding the fate of millions of magicians in his hands. In the near future, he will have a good chance to reach a higher level and become a new arbiter.
But one thing is strange. It can be said that Noson's name has spread throughout most of the world of Anriel, but not many people know what kind of person Noson is.
Other people will have some desires more or less. Even an indifferent old man like Anduin has an almost fanatical hobby for pharmacy, but Northen feels like an ascetic monk.
Apart from delving into the most profound magical knowledge, I will never be tempted by anything.
After entering the Supreme Council, he only did two things. The first was to accept Gryffindor as a disciple, and the second was to participate in the competition for the arbiter candidate. Apart from that, he seemed to be forever
Staying in his own research room, dealing with various magic patterns.
"By the way, Gryffindor..." After answering these questions one by one, Northen smiled again and asked Gryffindor with great interest: "I seem to have heard someone say recently, you Oran
The Na Magic Guild has produced another young great mage?"
"Yes, mentor."
"tell me the story."
"Yes, this man's name is Feyre. He should be between nineteen and twenty-one years old. He is from the Garros Magic Guild. But to be honest, his strength is not considered a real great magician.
, I met him half a month ago, if I were to fight him, I believe he would not last ten minutes."
"Tell me, where does your confidence come from..."
"If I guess correctly, this person's power does not belong to him, but was obtained suddenly due to some kind of luck or other reasons, because I can clearly feel the magic emanating from him.
The fluctuations are not pure. In other words, he cannot control his power very well, and one thing is very important. Power can be achieved quickly, but knowledge cannot. Even if he already has the power of a great magician, he does not have enough power.
I will give him the time to learn the knowledge of a great wizard, and he is far from being a true great wizard student. I am confident that I can defeat such an opponent within ten minutes."
"Yes, Gryffindor, you are more careful than before."
"Thank you for the compliment."
"However, you seem to have forgotten one thing..." When he said this, the smile on Noson's face faded and was replaced by a serious look: "Everything you said happened half a month ago.
How can you be sure that after half a month, he has not mastered his own power?"
"Impossible Master Northen, I remember very clearly that when the trial just started, this person was only a ninth-level magician. From the ninth level to the fifteenth level, there is a full six-level gap in between. Even if it is
No matter how powerful a genius is, he cannot adapt to this unimaginable speed of improvement. What's more, if he is really an incredible genius, how can he still stay at the level of a ninth-level magician at the age of twenty? He would have already
You should rely on your own efforts to break through the realm of a magician, rather than suddenly becoming a great magician because of a chance encounter."
"Your analysis is good, but if you go to the finals with such an idea, I think you will suffer a big loss..." Noson smiled, and he was not stingy with his patience towards this only disciple.
: "Now, let's listen to my analysis. Maybe after listening to it, you won't think so anymore."
"yes."
"Using what you said before, this person rose directly from level nine to level fifteen. Yes, you know this is an extremely long distance, but you seem to have forgotten that the magic power a person can contain is limited. Mental power
The stronger it is, the stronger the magic power will be. The magic power possessed by a great magician is almost a hundred times that of a ninth-level magician. Do you know what this means? If the magic power is compared to water, then a ninth-level magician only has
It can hold a small bottle, but the big magician can hold a full bucket. You can think about what will happen if you pour a bucket full of water into a small bottle.
thing?"
"It will break the bottle..."
"Yes, then can you tell me whether the great magician named Fei Lei was burst?"
"No..." Gryffindor thought for a while, but was still a little unconvinced: "But this may also be because of luck..."
"You are still struggling with luck." Northam on the other side of the crystal ball smiled: "Gryffindor, I hope you remember that there is never a truly lucky person in this world, anything that seems lucky
Behind the scenes, there are actually inevitable laws. The difference lies in whether you can master this law. Taking the young man you mentioned as an example, there are only two reasons. One is when you first met him.
, He hid his strength, and secondly, his mental power was terrifyingly strong. At the ninth level, he had the mental power of a great mage."
When Gryffindor heard this, he was suddenly stunned. He opened his mouth and wanted to distinguish between two sentences, but he heard Northam's voice coming from the crystal ball: "Of these two situations, no matter which one is better for you."
, I'm afraid it's not even good news. Needless to say, hiding his strength is nothing. But he even hid it from Aldwin. Why don't you think about why he hides it so well? As for the second one, he even hid it from Aldwin.
This possibility is even more terrifying. For magicians, the most important thing is mental power. If a person has a unique advantage in mental power, then he is an out-and-out magic genius, especially in the two magic fields.
In the battle between masters, this advantage will allow him to take advantage of countless advantages, such as faster spell casting speed and faster magic recovery. He can even ignore the danger of magic backlash and forcibly cast some things you can't imagine.
Powerful magic, such an opponent cannot be defeated in ten minutes..."
"Master Mentor, do you want me to take action against him before the finals, just like I did against Ou Ling?"
"No, no, no...I have never said that. Ouling is Ouling, Feire is Feire, you must not confuse them, otherwise you will be in big trouble..."
"Why?" Gryffindor really didn't believe it now. He said that Feyre was a genius, and he reluctantly agreed. After all, the twenty-year-old wizard was there, and he couldn't deny it even if he wanted to, but if
If he told him that he would get into big trouble, Gryffindor would never believe it.
He is the number one magic genius in France and a direct disciple of the legendary mage. In the Oranna Magic Guild, he even holds the status of deacon. In power, he is second only to a few people such as Aldwin Medellin and is third to Darien.
There seems to be a difference in appearance. On the other hand, what does Feyre mean? He is just a country boy. So what if he has the strength of a great magician? What if he is a trial apprentice of Medellin? Is it Medellin?
Will Lin still fight against him for a trial apprentice? As for the Garros Magic Guild, it is nothing, just that fat old man Greg? With just one word from the instructor, he can make him go back to Garros in despair!
"Do you think that a country magician from Garros has no background or status, so you can attack him unscrupulously?"
Gryffindor said nothing, but the disapproving look on his face exposed all his thoughts.
"Gryffindor, I really didn't expect that after so many years, you still have this arrogant character. Have you forgotten how you lost to Ou Ling in the Rotterdam Magic Guild?"
"I was just careless..."
"It was careless. This is really a ridiculous excuse..." On the other side of the crystal ball, Northam suddenly laughed: "Gryffindor, do you still remember how many forces you have after you become the great wizard?
Ever win over you?"
"A lot." Gryffindor's tone was calm, but his expression could not help but reveal a bit of pride. This was the thing he was most proud of. Since becoming the Archmage, countless forces have carried out attacks on him.
Many of them are rare big shots. Such an honor is absolutely unique among young magicians!
"Then have you ever thought about how many forces will attract Feyre, who is also a great mage and younger than you?"
The expression on Gryffindor's face suddenly froze...
"This..." He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.
"But, it's nothing..." When Noson said this, he suddenly laughed: "Isn't there still a final?"
"what do you mean?"
"What I mean is very simple. Before the finals, you must not touch this Ferre. But in the finals, maybe you can accidentally miss it, or for other reasons. In short, it will cause some trauma to him that is difficult to recover. Although
This is indeed a pity, but who allowed this final to fail..."
"I understand, but mentor, didn't you just say that this person's strength is probably no worse than mine?"
"It's true that I'm no worse than you, but don't forget that you are my disciple, Noson. How could I let you lose in this final? Now you can go and read the magic book I gave you last time.
, on the last page, I left a paragraph for you, read that paragraph carefully, and then tell me what you should do after you understand it."
"yes!"
Gryffindor returned to his room and took out a black-covered magic book from under the pillow. On the last page, there was indeed a passage written by Northam himself. Gryffindor wrote it word for word.
After reading it, my eyes became brighter and brighter...
It was already late at night, but the lights in Lin Li's room were always on. He was checking some information and making final preparations for the finals two days later.
After coming to Olanna, Lin Li has never been as eager to win the finals as he is now. Although he promised Grean, Medellin, and Anduin, he would definitely do his best in this final.
He tried hard, but all these were just because he couldn't resist their pleas. Even if he agreed with his mouth, he still felt a little disapproval in his heart. After all, a guy like him who is lazy and afraid of death is really not suitable to fight hard for a victory.
But this time, Lin Li was serious.
Oring is still lying on the hospital bed, and he will probably not be able to participate in the finals a day later, and all of this is because of a guy named Gryffindor.
Lin Li had lived with Ou Ling for two months. How could he not know that this young magician who seemed indifferent to everything actually wanted to achieve good results in this final? Lin Li even remembered that Ou Ling once said
But he was born in the Rotterdam Magic Guild, which is a more remote place than Garros. He hopes to use this finals championship to let people know that Rotterdam is not only rich in wheat, but also powerful magicians.
!
Unfortunately, he can't go now.
In addition to hoping that he will recover as soon as possible, the only thing Lin Li can do for him is to help him win this final.
In front of Lin Li was a book called "Introduction to the Language of High Elf". He was struggling to find suitable common language annotations among the strange runes. What he held in his other hand was Mai.
He is now trying to translate the key characters of the parchment roll given to him by Delin through his own efforts.
Perhaps, this mantra will be useful in the finals two days later.
In the secret room of the Marathon family, Mathias was the only one meditating quietly. No one dared to disturb him at this time, because everyone knew that in two days there would be a final between the trial apprentices, who could
Whoever wins the final victory will be the real number one magic genius in France.
"Come in, Argus."
"Master Mathias, what are your orders?" When standing in front of Mathias, Argus always felt that the man in front of him was very strange. In just one month, the changes in him could only be earth-shaking.
Describing the magic fluctuations emanating from him, even Argus, who once had the power of a great wizard, couldn't help but be a little surprised. It was so powerful that even he in his prime might not be able to emit such magic fluctuations.
However, the most unimaginable thing for Argus was the change in Mathias's temperament.
To be honest, although Mathias was not likable in the past, he still respected himself most of the time. After all, he served as his magic mentor. But now, Argus stood in front of him, but he always felt that
It was cold, as if being stared at by a poisonous snake. That weird feeling made the hair all over Argus' body stand up.
"Agus, are you ready for what I asked you to prepare?"
"Yes, Master Mathias..." Agus swallowed, looked at Mathias with a fearful look, and then carefully took out two magic crystals: "But, Master Mathias
, the level 15 magic crystal you want is too rare, I searched many places, but only found these two pieces..."
"Two pieces?" Mathias held the two magic crystals in his hands and felt a surging magic wave emanating from them. A faint smile appeared on his pale face: "Two pieces.
One piece for each of the great magicians should be enough..."
When he heard "two great magicians", Argus's heart suddenly tightened. He knew what Mathias was talking about. He was talking about the two great magicians in the Oranna Magic Guild.
, one is Gryffindor, the number one magic genius in France, and the other is Feyre, who he once assassinated.
He could no longer see through Mathias now. He could only guess based on the expression on Mathias's face that these two magic crystals were probably specially used to deal with the two great wizards.
Scholar's.
Now we are in big trouble...
Argus stood there with a respectful look on his face, but he couldn't help but feel a little anxious. It didn't matter Gryffindor, he didn't know him anyway, so he would be dead if he died, but Feyre must not die, he still had hope.
He helped him restore his magic power. If he died, wouldn't he have to be a wizard for the rest of his life?
Thinking of this, Argus plucked up the courage to ask again: "Master Mathias, are you so eager to get these two magic crystals for any special purpose? If two pieces are not enough, I can think of something else.
I'll try my best to get you two more pieces..."
"You'll know in two days." But fortunately, Mathias's mind didn't seem to be on this. Although there were some flaws in Argus's words, it didn't arouse his suspicion. He just held the two magic crystals tightly.
His eyes were full of hatred and sarcasm: "Great Mage, right? I'm going to show you this time, there are more than just you two..."