A Hogwarts Esoteric Leader

If there is any significant difference between him in the historical copy and the real world, the first thing that should bear the brunt is probably the muscles that have been trained like this for some reason.

So he took it as his surname succinctly and said, "Muscle (muscle)."

"Muscle?" The witch couldn't help turning her head. "Although I told you to take whatever you want, I didn't expect you to get it so easily. Forget it, it's none of my business.

She wrote the name on that book.

rumbling—

The triangular door opened.

"Just go in," said the witch, "I won't accompany you from now on."

"You're going back to receive the next one?" Unieff asked.

"No, of course it's just watching you get beaten to death," the witch said. "Because it's a duel that surpasses the level, it will also attract attention. If you do well, don't die, and still win, I'll be yours. Agents of the arena."

"What does that mean?" asked Unieff.

"Don't ask," said the witch. "You go through this first. Be careful. The battle begins when you enter."

"Okay." Unieff nodded and walked into the triangular door without saying goodbye.

Inside the triangular door is an upward stair tunnel. Because the walls are inclined, there are no candles or lamps. The only light source is a bright exit above, which is also triangular, like a shining symbol hanging in the air. .

Unieff touched the wand. This wand was casually thrown to him by Cruise, and was not specially matched.

"Our faction doesn't rely on wands," he said. "And, if the wand is causing you trouble, all the better, and you use your will to overcome it."

You can only think of this as bullshit. You can overcome everything by will, and you won't be so half-dead.

In practical terms, though, the wand really isn't of much help. First of all, there is no special pairing of the two sticks in reality; secondly, Yonefo also has a certain ability to cast spells without a stick, which was manifested in infancy, although I don’t know why.

But in short, this wand is more like a decoration, or a symbol of wizard status.

Now, it can also be used as a blindfold. If the opponent chooses to start with the wand first, it will be a surprise.

So, he walked up with his wand like this, and saw some interesting paintings engraved on the walls of the tunnel, but some of them were scattered. Although they might symbolize something, they were completely unsystematic.

The most urgent task is to overcome the difficulties at hand.

So, he got closer and closer to the high triangular exit, and gradually heard some noisy and "warm" sounds.

When he actually went out, his eyes suddenly lit up. He came to a small Roman-style Colosseum. The audience sat in circles on the stone seats, and a transparent magic shield separated the audience from the ring. .

As soon as I saw him come out, I heard all kinds of comments from those seats.

"Wow, what a great figure."

"The momentum is good, but the strength still depends on the magic."

"What's his name?"

It was probably such a discussion. Unieff swept through these people and found that the seats were also divided into upper, middle and lower classes. The wizards with the best dress, the most etiquette and temperament were sitting on the upper tier of the seats, and the second sitting in the middle seat. Those who are the most enthusiastic are sitting on the lower floor, they are also the closest to the ring, and they seem to be gambling.

They quickly figured out what his name was, because on the wall where he came out, the bright red name he had just put together: Yunevo Masu.

Then there was another burst of "laughter and laughter".

"What the **** are muscles?"

"It's really no honor for a wizard to have muscle as a surname."

"However, looking at his appearance, it seems that this surname is quite appropriate. There are very few wizards today who have such a physique. But, what's the use? I don't know how much diligence in magic has been done with the time to exercise. Or is it just a hobby?"

It seems that even people of insight are looking at him with an old-fashioned look.

However, it is not that he did not cheer for him.

"Mr. Masu, you must defeat that poisonous bat!"

"Yes, yes, it's best to fight him until he can't get on stage for ten days and a half months. His duel is the most boring."

Obviously, his opponent was not very popular.

But poison bats?

Unieff looked at the opponent on the opposite side, a black-robed wizard with a pale complexion and a gloomy expression, somewhat similar to Snape in a sense.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, mumbling words.

He should have come a long time ago, and the wall behind him no longer has his name, but from the surrounding discussions, it can be known that this person should be Edson Arundel.

It seems that this surname has been heard somewhere, Yunefu thought, if he was given time to recall, he might be able to remember some clues.

But the other party did not give him this time.

Because he just took the stage, the man suddenly moved.

The magic wand in his hand suddenly flew out a purple mist, and the purple mist spread out immediately, covering the entire ring.

Yunev was also enveloped in it. He sniffed with his nose, and he felt a slightly corrosive feeling coming from his nostrils.

Poison fog? Is it necessary to be so cruel?

Is this the more ferocious type of so-called 2nd-level duelist?

Yunev had some experience, recalling the man's lips that had been squirming just now, it seemed that he had been preparing this spell for a long time, and it was released when he was stuck on stage, taking the advantage of the first mover.

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After all, a wizard's body is only a little stronger than a Muggle, and in the face of a bit more ferocious poison, he is no different from ordinary people.

But unfortunately, Uniform was deliberately trained by Cruise to resist poison, so he felt flat.

Compared to this, what annoyed him even more was—

There is no password for the duel to start in the arena, and it actually starts directly. That is to say, whoever takes the stage first will have the advantage.

No wonder the witches said that, the battle had already started from the moment they entered, so that was what it meant.

Looking at the purple mist in front of him, he thought that this move was indeed a bit clever. Not only would it be possible to overturn the enemy with poison, but even if there was no poison overturning, it would be completely worthwhile as a spell to block the sight. At the same time, it also limited the play of taste and smell. In this case, it is obviously impossible to breathe heavily.

And because of the magic shield on the arena, even if you use the cyclone to sweep away or a higher-level hurricane spell, you can't remove the poisonous mist out of thin air, and the opposite side only needs to keep releasing the poisonous mist, and sooner or later, the poison will be superimposed. into a threatening category.