Glory To Slytherin

The duel was split in an instant.

Many people were surprised and admired and jealous in their gazes at Ulysses.

Tracey's face was tense, but a bit of disappointment still showed uncontrollably.

Ulysses' victory was so clean and tidy that she was annoyed by Ulysses' insistence on rejecting the mutual aid association.

Warren Shaker tried to get up, but every part of his body seemed to be protesting in pain. He gave up the futile attempt and slumped on the ground and asked unwillingly:

"What kind of magic is this?"

"Ask less if you shouldn't."

Ulysses shook his head slightly and looked down at him, "You just need to know, you'd better take a detour when you see me in the future. Understand?"

"you……"

Warren Shaker's teeth were almost crushed. When did he suffer such insults and growled hoarsely, "I admit that his skills are not as good as people, but how dare you humiliate a pure-blooded person like this..."

"Come on."

Ulysses sneered, "Holding pure blood all day long, but doing things to the family Losing face, is this the glory of your so-called nobility?"

"The Slytherin I think is confident but not arrogant, proud but not arrogant, capable, wise, ambitious and ambitious, and you... huh."

Ulysses sneered as he spoke, and anyone could hear the contempt in his words, "Fortunately, Slytherin is not always crooked like you, otherwise it would be really disappointing."

Ulysses was never a man who swallowed his breath, he was sharp at this moment. Keeping a low profile is just because he doesn't want to attract Dumbledore's attention too soon, but he is a young man after all, and he should definitely not be less aggressive.

Warren Shaker felt that his dignity was thrown on the ground and trampled severely on the ground, with sand and dust stuck in it, and every gaze at Own was like a sword, slashing in his heart.

He knew that after today, he would become the laughing stock of Slytherin, even the laughing stock of the whole school, and this shame would remain with him until after graduation.

His face changed almost hideously, and he lowered his head to prevent others from seeing his eyes.

Professor Snape, who didn't say a word, glanced at Ulysses, the charm contained in it was particularly complicated, then walked to Warren Shaker and squatted down to examine him for his injuries.

A soft green light entangled from Professor Snape's wand and covered Warren Shaker. Then, Professor Snape said lightly:

"Just go back and rest for two days. Of course, I won't allow you to ask for leave. This is the bitter fruit that the loser should taste."

After speaking, he left the common room directly.

No one knows what Professor Snape's evaluation of this duel, but everyone understands that Ulysses is definitely not in vain.

Just using an unknown magic to defeat a seventh-grade graduate, this kind of strength...just like a menacing big bad wolf suddenly appeared in the grassland of Hogwarts.

After Professor Snape's treatment, Warren Shaker felt his pain relieved a lot. He got up with difficulty, did not go to see Ulysses, left without saying a word, and returned to own dormitory.

Ulysses did not stay longer, and walked towards the dormitory as well.

After the two parties left, the common room became lively again. Everyone skillfully put the tables and chairs back, and there was a lot of discussion, and the most talked about was this duel.

"Hey, Greengrass, do you see the spell?"

Tracy looked at Daphne solemnly and asked.

Daphne shook her head, her eyes intertwined with confusion and admiration, and she whispered:

"It's too fast... I can't see anything at all. Besides, he didn't recite the spell."

Tracey stroked her hair, her eyes flickering.

After returning to the dormitory, Anderson and Cook Travers were still missing, Gerrard was still fighting the lights at night, and Ulysses fell asleep peacefully after taking a bath.

...

Ulysses felt that his own consciousness was wrapped in something sinking, like falling into a bottomless abyss.

The dense black smoke continued to roll and spread, like a rough ink painting, leaving Ulysses with only pitch black in his field of vision.

Ulysses felt a sense of crisis. He knew it was a dream, but he couldn't take the initiative to wake up.

Fortunately, it was not long before Ulysses felt his feet on the ground. The smoke gradually thinned and faded, and light began to shine.

Ulysses was very vigilant and looked around carefully.

This is a gloomy and empty room, with eight candlesticks swaying blue candlelights scattered on the ground and at the four corners of the ceiling.

In the center of the room is a simple altar exuding danger. With the altar as the center, countless lines of varying lengths and unpredictable trajectories are intertwined, and each line has a dim fluorescent flicker, which looks strange and mysterious.

Ulysses only glanced at it, and there was a feeling of being torn in his brain, and his brain was aching, warning him to withdraw his gaze quickly.

In the middle of the altar, a basket was placed. The basket was covered by curtains, making it impossible to see what was inside.

Outside the altar stood two people covered in black robes. They are tall and standing quietly.

Ulysses couldn't feel the magic fluctuations in them, he was just a spirit body, and he could only observe quietly from the side.

Before long, there was a slight tremor in the room. Then, a beam of light suddenly erupted in the center of the altar, covering the basket inside.

The magic lines on the ground seemed to come alive, the light faintly flowing around the altar. A voice similar to the whispering chant of a wizard resounded all around, echoing in the room.

The two wizards pulled out their wands at the same time, and the tips of the wands touched each other. Where the wands touched, a black beam of light went straight to the altar.

The world revolved in an instant.

Ulysses only felt that the scene in front of him was changing rapidly, the image was broken and distorted, and his consciousness was lifted all the way up by an irresistible suction.

When Ulysses regained consciousness, he had risen suddenly from the bed, breathing heavily.

I touched my forehead and found a wet, soft silver hair clinging to it.

"Dream? Why do you have such a dream?"

Ulysses was sitting on the bed, touching his chin with his right hand, and muttering suspiciously.

He had never had this kind of inexplicable dream, as if someone unreasonably pulled him into a dream, Ulysses was highly vigilant while he was puzzled.

He doesn't know what this dream indicates, and the result is good or bad, but this tough way makes him very disliked.

After sleeping, Ulysses lost the thought of going back to sleep. He thought for a moment, rolled over and got out of bed, put on his clothes, and walked out of the Slytherin common room.

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