Chapter 447 Les: Why Do You Think the Teleportation Magic Cannot Be Interrupted?

"Salazar, I'm a ghost now! How can you let me eat?" Godric's face flashed a bitter smile.

This is also a major disadvantage of becoming a ghost.

"Didn't Rowena tell you? I invented a memory potion that allows ghosts to taste food." Les took out another bottle of potion from his arms.

Godric's eyes lit up when he heard it.

To be honest, although Rowena's breakthrough in alchemy shocked him, it was still Salazar's skill points that were good for him.

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and serve it! I can't wait!" Godric sat on the chair opposite Les very familiarly and began to urge him.

The delicacies on Salazar's table had already made him salivate.

"Okay, I'll look for it..." Les's hand reached into his small leather bag and fumbled.

"There are a lot of things, let me look for them slowly..."

"Yeah!" Godric nodded repeatedly.

While searching in the bag, Rice asked casually, "Godric, who do you think is the smartest among the four of us?"

Gryffindor:?

Why did Salazar ask this question? Even an eleven-year-old child knows that among the four founders of Hogwarts, the most famous one for wisdom is the Raven Claw Rowena!

"Rowena, why do you suddenly ask such a question?" Godric blinked, and a touch of innocence flashed in his eyes.

"Is that so..." Rice didn't say much, but continued to look for his potion in the small bag.

About half a minute later, Rice took a breath: "Hiss - why can't I find it? I remember it was clearly here."

Godric rubbed his temple with his thumb and middle finger, and he vaguely realized the key to the problem.

"I think Rowena might have barely occupied this position a thousand years ago. But today, a thousand years later, the wisest one is of course you, Salazar!"

"Oh? Why - isn't Rowena a wise witch? She also has a crown that can enhance wisdom. How can a wizard like me who only knows how to deal with potions compare to her?" Les stopped his movements and squinted at Godric.

Gryffindor cursed in his heart: You still need to find a reason? Are you kidding me? !

But for the sake of the wine and food, Godric began to use his brain, and then he really found a very reasonable reason.

"No matter how smart Rowena is, she still turned into a ghost and needed you to save her in the end?" Godric forced himself to squeeze out a sincere expression.

Les was quite happy with Godric's answer.

The bottle of gourmet potion was also found in a pile of miscellaneous potion bottles - he really didn't find it just now.

Soon, Godric enjoyed the gourmet potion prepared by Les for him.

A drop of beer-flavored potion entered his body, and Godric couldn't help but shout out in relief. Compared to the enjoyment at this moment, what was the little effort just now?

Although it was not as good as eating, in this state, Godric couldn't pursue more.

After drinking three drops of potion, Godric looked at his old friend and couldn't help but bring up the previous topic: the reason why Salazar was involved in this game.

At this time, Gryffindor also came to his senses. What level of opponent did he need his old friend to lead the team to fight? It can't be that the Nordic false gods will revive and bring their disciples to fight them again, right?

Godric knew his old friend very well. In this kind of competition between children, unless people of the same level from other schools came out, he would never enter.

Then why did he appear here? Why did Helga and Rowena allow him to appear here? It can't be a prank-wait, if it was Rowena, it is really possible?

But with Salazar's temper, who can force him to do something he doesn't want to do?

Various thoughts bumped into Godric's mind, making him a little confused and his head was also dazed, just like he was drunk.

Rice did not answer his old friend's confusion immediately, but silently pulled off a chicken leg, and sucked all the meat on it into his stomach with a "pop" sound, leaving only a bare bone.

Not only did he eat it himself, but Rice also pulled off the chicken head and chicken butt and stuffed them into the wide-open mouth of the basilisk in his sleeve.

After this set of operations, he began to answer Godric's questions.

"I am the price Rowena paid."

"Ah?" Gryffindor was really confused now, and Rice told him exactly what the problems exposed by the small world created by Rowena were.

Gryffindor's brows suddenly wrinkled into a lump.

He immediately realized the danger in this, and Rowena had made another big mistake.

Obviously, as the creator of this world, Rowena has lost control of this world, and even gave birth to creatures that she could not kill from outside the world, which is very scary.

If she chooses to cover it up, it may bring great disaster to Hogwarts in the future.

Fortunately, she is still rational and tricked Salazar in to clean up the mess for her. Gryffindor trusts his old friend very much.

He believes that Salazar can definitely complete the task perfectly.

"So I will be very busy next. I have a lot to do with the Dragon King, the Emperor, the Pope, the Chief Wizard, and the gods in the sky." At this point, Les suddenly frowned, reached into his robe, and took out the crystal ball used for communication.

At this time, the crystal ball became hot, and it seemed to give him some kind of hint.

"It's the team members in the same group who came to find me... Let me see which school my teammates are from." Les felt that since they came all the way here, it would not be good for him to hide and not see them.

After meeting, just tell him directly that you don't want to form a team - if they are students of Hogwarts, you don't mind helping them.

Soon, a young man pushed open the door of the tavern. After looking around, his eyes fell on Les, and a hint of joy suddenly appeared on the young man's face.

"Great, I finally found you. If I get closer to the explosion point, I might give up the idea of ​​forming a team." Because the chair in front of Les was pulled open, the young man naturally sat opposite Les, and then couldn't help but shudder.

Strange, why does it feel chilly here? The young man was a little confused. Soon, something even more surprising happened: the divine body in his body underwent strange changes and became less peaceful. This was too strange.

But now is not the time to delve into these things. There is plenty of time to resonate with the divine body when he goes to bed at night. Now he has to hurry up to persuade the Hogwarts students in front of him to form an alliance with him.

He saw clearly that day that the score of the boy in front of him was very high, and he was lucky. With such a strong teammate to assist, he will definitely get a very high score in the end.

Looking at the young monk of the Secret Society who took the initiative to run to him, Rice had an absurd illusion: Does he have any special physique and is naturally good at attracting people from the Secret Society?

Looking at him talking in front of him, Rice couldn't help but smile and said, "My luck is really good."

"No, no, I'm lucky!" Seeing that Rice was so easy-going, the young monk was overjoyed: Who doesn't want to get along well with his teammates?

Inspired by the joyful mood, even the strange chill when they just sat down disappeared.

What the young monk couldn't see was that a big red-haired man was standing beside him, staring at him intently.

Gryffindor felt an inexplicably familiar breath from the person in front of him.

"I never thought that the leader of your secret society was actually the legendary wizard Godric Gryffindor." Les sighed unintentionally, and at the same time signaled the bartender to bring another keg of beer.

"We didn't expect that Lord Polaris has always been a mysterious dragon in the organization. We only took the opportunity to come to Hogwarts to compete to meet this lord. To be honest, when he announced his true identity, the seven of us were dumbfounded." The monk poured himself a glass of wine, and after a sip of the wine, he became more talkative.

Gryffindor on the side: ? ? ?

The muscles on his forehead were almost squeezed into the shape of a question mark.

Secret Society? How come he didn't know that he had founded such an organization? Who was impersonating him? No one at Hogwarts doubted it?

"You must be the top geniuses in the secret society to be brought to Hogwarts by Lord Gryffindor, right?"

The young monk laughed, neither admitting nor denying.

He is indeed the top genius in the organization. He successfully merged a divine body at the age of less than seventeen, and possessed power close to the divine realm. When he further develops the power of the divine body in the future, or merges a more powerful divine body again, he will be able to obtain the title of constellation.

To be more specific, the organization has lost a lot of zodiac monks recently, and he may be able to choose a constellation from the twelve constellations to inherit!

"What do you want to do by coming here this time? You are not a magic school, so why make such a big fuss?" Rice asked a question he really wanted to ask. But he also understood that he could not get the correct answer from the young monk in front of him.

"Learn more knowledge and make the organization famous. Lord Polaris said that he wants to build a magic school in Eastern Europe that is as famous as Hogwarts."

Godric's eyes widened: This person who pretends to be him is too outrageous, right? Doesn't he consider his own personality at all? How could he, Godric, build an independent school outside Hogwarts?

The conversation between Salazar and the child in front of him made him understand vaguely, but he vaguely felt that his old friend was using this young man's mouth to let him know something. For example, a jumping clown is swindling people under his name.

Les stopped replying, but silently watched the little genius of the secret society devour the dishes on the table.

"Have you eaten enough?"

"I am full, I am full..."

"That's good." Rice put his hands together and rested them on his chin. "Oh, by the way, I have a question. Is your crystal ball broadcasting now? I value privacy."

"Of course not." The monk shook his head. This style of broadcasting what he saw and heard was not to the taste of their organization.

"That's great." Rice's mouth drew a faint smile, and then he told the young man in front of him that he had no intention of forming a team.

The young man of the secret society: ah?

"No, you -" At this moment, the monk realized that he had fallen into the opponent's trap and was pinned to the chair, unable to move his lower body.

He was so shocked that he immediately began to use the power of the divine bones in his body. However, the divine bones that used to flow smoothly in the past were going crazy for some reason and were dragging their feet, as if they didn't want to expand the divine realm at all.

'wrong! ’ The monk spent time with the Divine Bones day and night, and he and the Divine Bones almost had a heart-to-heart connection. He soon discovered that his Divine Bones was not lazy, but fearful.

How is that possible? That was the corpse of a god. Why should the young man in front of him scare the gods?

After sensing the emotions of the divine corpse, the young monk was shocked. He no longer considered resisting, but was preparing to directly activate the defensive magic on the crystal ball and use the portkey to teleport back.

The boy opposite seemed to have no reaction and allowed him to activate the defensive spell of the crystal ball.

When he felt the familiar pulling force coming from his belly button, the young monk breathed a sigh of relief: Even if the young man in front of him left the arena with him through the portkey, he would be fine - could he still do it in front of him? Did you kill yourself in front of Mr. Polaris and so many principals?

When he waits outside, he must report to Lord Polaris——

At this moment, Les spoke.

"Don't move. I haven't given you permission to leave yet." As he spoke, he waved his hand and the air around him froze. The young monk stared with big eyes, feeling as if he had crashed into a ball of rubber. It's being squeezed out bit by bit.

"How - how - can - -" the monk almost squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth.

"How is it impossible? You don't think that teleportation magic cannot be interrupted, do you? When the gap in strength is too great, you can forcibly spread a large amount of your own magic power in the surrounding space to produce an effect similar to a field in this area. Thus forcibly interrupting the teleportation. This crude method is only effective for some teleportation magics, and by chance, the Portkey is one of them."

The monk's face had turned livid at this moment. He watched helplessly as he was pushed back into his seat, and his hope of escaping fell into the hands of the young man opposite.

"Who are you?" He couldn't help but ask.

"Les Lint, a fourth-year wizard at Hogwarts." Les threw the crystal ball into the corner of the tavern, and then held the young monk's head with his hand.

He stared directly into the monk's eyes and asked: "What is the purpose of Polaris sending you to sneak into Hogwarts?"

However, the answer is exactly the same as before.

"Sure enough, the ordinary monks of the Secret Order were also kept in the dark." Rice sighed regretfully, casually broke the monk's neck, and then dug out the divine bones from his body.

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