Glory To Slytherin

Ulysses' wand looked unremarkable.

Made of yew wood, nine and one-half inches, the core material is not visible from the outside. After experiencing the baptism of time, the wand faded slightly, dark and purple, and unpretentious.

However, at this moment, the whole body of the wand was circulating with fluorescence, and one line after another lighted up from the bottom of the wand, intertwined and spread upward, and finally converged at the tip of the wand.

"How is it possible...how can you engrave the magic pattern on the wand!"

The old witch opened her mouth wide and staggered a few steps in despair, but her voice was hoarse and vicissitudes of life.

The engraving of magic lines on the wand has been her pursuit for many years, but this step has stuck her for more than ten years. The smaller the size of the engraved target, the greater the difficulty. She can draw a complete magic pattern on the floor of the room to be proud of herself, but the strange young man in front of her beat her self-confidence to pieces.

The old witch forced her spirit and said grimly:

"No matter what your origin, I will kill you."

The black giant snake in mid-air seemed to sense the master's strong killing intent, and the offensive became more fierce, winding and biting the flame Phoenix, breaking it into a ball of flames, and then barely condensing and forming again.

After each formation, the flame Phoenix's color was visibly dimmed by the naked eye.

Ulysses raised his head and held the wand high in his hand. The luster on the wand gradually turned dark red. A beam of light bursting out from the tip of the wand, as if the room temperature was boiling, was poured into the flame Phoenix.

Under the gaze of the old witch, the flame Phoenix quickly expanded and distorted, and then split into two thick flames. In the blink of an eye, two Phoenix flames that were more violent and terrifying than before appeared in the black. In front of the giant snake.

Sweat dripped on Ulysses' forehead, and the room at this time was like an oven. The high temperature in the enclosed space continued to oppress, making his face red and hot instantly.

After setting myself a curse of water and fire, the uncomfortable feeling gradually disappeared. He looked at the old witch not far away and smiled:

"This is called an augmented magic pattern."

As soon as the voice fell, his wand was lifted again, and a red light that was much stronger than before rushed towards the old witch, like a meteor, making the old witch completely too late to react.

At the moment when she was about to hit the old witch, the shabby wizard robe on her body suddenly lit up, and the lines of the magic pattern appeared in an instant, forming a nearly transparent magic shield in front of her.

The explosion curse after the amplification blasted on the magic shield, rubbing a lot of sparks, and after a burst, disappeared with the magic shield.

The wizard robe that enveloped the old witch automatically shattered and evaporated from the world.

The old witch's eyes were splitting, and she felt her heart dripping with blood. The magic pattern on this wizard's robe was drawn by her a lot of effort, but she couldn't do a single move under the spell of Ulysses.

She was not the only one who suffered. The black giant snake in mid-air had already screamed silently and sternly under the siege of two flames Phoenix. The body of the snake was abruptly torn apart by four claws and turned into a tumbling black mist, desperately Wanting to condense into shape, but it was torn apart under two fiery flames.

The resentment in the old witch's eyes could be reduced to substance. She pressed her dry and pale lips tightly, and with a wave of her wand, the dish of suspected nails of a dead man floated up like a bullet from all directions Ulysses. Struck.

With the sharpness of those nails, being hit is tantamount to being cut a thousand times.

Ulysses suddenly jumped backwards, and the wand drew a stunning arc in front. The two flames Phoenix immediately turned around, and the flames surrounded him, but they couldn't get close to his body.

There was a scorching sound of "Zizi" in the air, and none of the nails could pass through the guard of the flames, and they melted halfway.

After resolving the offensive, Ulysses looked for the figure of the old witch, only to find that she had run to the small door, holding the doorknob and was about to flee.

"Can this still make you run?"

Ulysses snorted, two flames Phoenix volleyed down, and blasted on the thin body of the old witch almost at the same time, not even giving her a chance to leave her last words. After the old witch let out a miserable scream, it melted into the blazing heat. In the flames.

Ulysses stood there, panting slightly. The room gradually returned to its original state, the magic pattern on the floor was hidden again, and the flame Phoenix in the air also dissipated, leaving only four candlelights flickering.

Most of the things in the room evaporate under the high-temperature flame, and it was a lot cleaner for a while. Ulysses looked around and found nothing of value. He thought for a while, walked to the small door, and pushed it slightly open.

"Fluorescence flickers."

A beam of fluorescence lit up on the wand, illuminating the scene behind the small door.

Ulysses was stunned.

The space behind the small door is very large, and it seems that it has been cast without a trace of stretching curse. There are rows of iron cages inside, and the cages... are people.

There are not many adults, most of them are young children.

They were almost innocent, skinny and dying in their cages, only raising their heads when they heard the door being opened. It's just such a simple action, it is difficult for them to reach the sky.

And those who didn't move, must have stopped breathing, because Ulysses smelled the thick smell of carrion in the air.

Everyone had blood stains on their bodies, and ghostly drawn talisman-like lines were printed messy on them. Combined with the identity of the old witch and dark wizard, Ulysses immediately understood that she tried to engrave magic patterns on them.

Ulysses' face was gloomy, and his breathing was heavy.

When the survivors who raised their heads saw that it was not the old witch they wanted to eat flesh and blood, but a young man, there was a ray of hope in the depths of their eyes.

Ulysses walked to the cage of an adult. He was struggling to stand up, but the blood in his chest was condensed with the iron plate, and a piece of flesh was torn apart when he moved. However, he didn't seem to feel any pain. He opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound. He could only stare at Ulysses with hope.

"She died, I killed it."

Ulysses was silent for a moment, then spoke slowly, with a dryness in his voice that he hadn't even noticed.

The adult gave a smile that was uglier than crying. He raised his head laboriously, his lips squirming but no sound, Ulysses could barely recognize a few words from the shape of his mouth: "she", "the abyss", "organization", "kill me" ".

Ulysses' eyelids drooped, and he walked silently through the rows of iron cages, looking at the pale faces and terrible bodies of the children inside, a little congested in his heart.

Everyone wherever he went looked at him pleadingly, and he knew what it meant. It is precisely because of understanding that my heart becomes heavier.

He walked to the end of the room, where there was a table with two black notebooks. Next to it is a black ring and a pocket watch engraved with a swirl pattern.

Ulysses was struck by lightning. He stood there, his eyes fixed on the swirl pattern on the pocket watch, and there seemed to be a swirl in the bottom of his eyes.

A heavy haze enveloped his heart, his face became extremely ugly, and it took a long time to squeeze out a word:

"Hold."

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