Chapter 447 Les: Why do you think teleportation magic cannot be interrupted?

"Salazar, I'm a ghost now! How do you want me to eat?" Godric said with 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 people to taste food like a ghost." Les took out another bottle of potion from his arms.

Godric's eyes lit up when he heard this.

To be honest, although Rowena's breakthrough in alchemy shocked him, it was still the skill points activated by Salazar that were beneficial to him.

"What are you waiting for? Bring it up quickly! I can't wait any longer!" Godric sat down on the chair opposite Les in a familiar manner and began to urge him.

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

"Okay, I'll look for it..." Les reached into his small leather bag and began to fumble around.

"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 wisest 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 one most famous for wisdom is Rowena the Raven's Claw!

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

"I see..." Les didn't say much, but continued to look for his potion in the small bag.

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

Godric rubbed his temple with his thumb and middle finger. He vaguely realized the crux of the problem.

"I think that a thousand years ago, Rowena might have been able to barely occupy this position. But today, a thousand years later, the wisest person 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 what he was doing and squinted at Godric.

Gryffindor cursed in his heart: You're still looking for excuses? Are you kidding me?!

But for the sake of the delicious food and wine, Godric started to think, and then he actually found a very reasonable reason.

"No matter how smart Rowena is, she still turns into a ghost and needs you to save her in the end, right?" Godric forced himself to put on a sincere expression.

Les was quite happy with Godric's answer.

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

Soon, Godric was enjoying the gourmet potion that Les had prepared for him.

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

Although it was not as good as real eating, in his current state, Godric could not ask for more.

After drinking three drops of the 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 would require his old friend to lead the team to fight? It couldn't be that the Nordic false gods had resurrected and brought their disciples to fight them again, right?

Godric knew his old friend very well. In a competition like this between children, there was no way he could enter unless people of the same level from other schools entered the competition.

So why was he here? Why did Helga and Rowena allow him to be here? It couldn't be a prank - wait, if it was Rowena, then it was possible?

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

Various thoughts kept running through Godric's mind, making him a little confused and his head felt dizzy, as if he was drunk.

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

Not only did Les eat the chicken himself, he also pulled off the chicken head and butt and stuffed them into the basilisk's wide-open mouth in his sleeves.

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

"I am the price Rowena paid."

"Ah?" Gryffindor was really confused now, so Les told him all the problems exposed by the small world created by Rowena.

Gryffindor's brow suddenly wrinkled into a knot.

He immediately realized the danger. Rowena had made another big mistake.

Obviously, as the creator god of this world, Rowena has lost control of this world, and even allowed creatures to be born in this world that she cannot kill from outside the world. This is very scary.

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

Fortunately, she was still rational and tricked Salazar into coming in to clean up the mess for her. Gryffindor trusted his old friend very much.

He believed that Salazar could definitely complete the task perfectly.

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

At this time, the crystal ball became hot, as if it was giving itself some kind of hint.

"My teammates from the same group came to see me... Let me see which school my teammates are from." Rice felt that since they came all the way here, it would not be good for him to hide and not see them.

When we meet, I can just tell him directly that I don’t want to form a team - if he is a student of Hogwarts, I don’t mind helping him.

Soon, a young man pushed open the door of the tavern. He looked around and when his eyes fell on Rice, a hint of joy suddenly appeared on the young man's face.

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

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

But now is not the time to delve into these things. He will have plenty of time to resonate with the divine bones when he goes to sleep at night. Now he has to hurry up and convince the Hogwarts students in front of him to form an alliance with him.

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

Looking at the young monk from the Secret Order who ran up to him, Les had an absurd illusion: Did he have some special physique and was naturally good at attracting people from the Secret Order?

Seeing him talking in front of him, Rice couldn't help but smile and said, "I'm really lucky."

"No, no, I'm just lucky!" Seeing Rice being 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 coolness that I felt when I sat down just now 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 aura from the person in front of him.

"I never thought that the leader of your secret society would be the legendary wizard Godric Gryffindor." Les sighed casually and signaled the bartender to bring another keg of beer.

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

Gryffindor on one side: ???

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

The Secret Order? How come he didn't know he had founded such an organization? Someone was impersonating him? Did no one at Hogwarts suspect anything?

"To be brought to Hogwarts by Lord Gryffindor, you must be top-notch geniuses in the Order, right?"

The young monk chuckled, neither admitting nor denying it.

He is indeed the most talented person in the organization. He successfully fused a divine body at the age of less than 17, and possessed power close to that of a god. When he further develops the power of the divine body in the future, or fuses a more powerful divine body again, he will be able to obtain the title of constellation.

To put it bluntly, the organization has lost a lot of zodiac monks recently. Maybe he can choose a zodiac sign from the twelve constellations to inherit!

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

"To broaden your horizons and to promote the reputation of the organization. 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 pretending to be him is too outrageous, isn't he? Doesn't he care about his own personality at all? How could he, Godric, set up an independent school outside of Hogwarts?

He didn't quite understand the conversation between Salazar and the boy, but he vaguely felt that his old friend was using this young man to let him know something, like a clown was using his name to cheat people.

Rice did not reply, but silently watched the little genius of the secret society wolf down all the dishes on the table.

"Are you full?"

“I’m full, I’m full…”

"That's good." Rice put his hands together and rested 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 one saw and heard live was not to the liking of their organization.

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

Young man from the Secret Order: Huh?

"No, you--" At this moment the monk found that he had fallen into the opponent's trap without knowing when, and was pinned to the chair with his lower body unable to move.

Shocked and horrified, he immediately began to call upon the power of the divine body in his body, but the divine body that used to flow smoothly in the past suddenly went crazy today and was hesitant, as if it didn't want to unfold the divine domain at all.

"No!" The monk spent so much time with the divine skeleton that they almost had a telepathic connection. He soon discovered that his divine skeleton was not being lazy, but was afraid.

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

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

The boy opposite seemed not to react and allowed him to activate the defensive spell of the crystal ball.

When the young monk felt the familiar pulling force coming from his belly button, he breathed a sigh of relief: Even if the boy in front of him used the portkey to leave the arena with him, he would be fine - could he really kill him in front of Lord Polaris and so many principals?

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

At this time, Rice spoke.

"Don't move. I haven't allowed you to leave yet." As he said this, he waved his hand, and the air around him stagnated. The young monk stared with wide eyes, feeling like he had bumped into a ball of rubber and was being squeezed out bit by bit.

"How—is—it—possible?" the monk almost squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth.

"How is that impossible? You don't think that teleportation magic is uninterruptible, do you? When the power gap is too great, you can forcibly spread a large amount of your own magic power in the surrounding space, making the area produce an effect similar to a domain, thereby forcibly interrupting the teleportation. This crude method is only effective for some teleportation magic. Coincidentally, the portkey is one of them."

The monk's face had turned livid at this point. 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 him.

"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, then held the young monk's head with his hand.

He stared straight into the monk's eyes and asked, "What is the purpose of Polaris sending you to infiltrate 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, broke the monk's neck casually, and then dug out the divine remains in his body.

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