Chapter 279: Fighting the Lion

Hephis was not surprised.

After all, it's a game of levels.

How to pass without defeating the gatekeeper?

However, he overlooked the essence of Gryffindor's heritage.

This is for young wizards.

What is the level of normal young wizards?

Gryffindor's heritage was not passed down to murder young wizards.

But even if Hephis knew the real rules of breaking through, he wouldn't care.

He is invincible now, okay?

The shadows beneath Hephaestus' feet surged, and in an instant a thirty-foot-tall Oz formed.

Holding a spear, he rushed towards the flaming lion like a black lightning.

The lion looked at Oz who was rushing towards him, with a wild light in his eyes, "Come on!"

Its huge body rushed through the corridor, and wherever it passed, the flames seemed to be awakened and began to rejoice.

The lion and Oz's spear collided violently in the air, and the sharp sound of the collision echoed throughout the corridor.

Although the lion is huge in size, it is extremely agile in movement.

It could always use the walls of the corridor to move around and cleverly avoid Oz's spear attacks.

In contrast, because Oz was fighting in close combat, he could not swing the spear in his hand, which limited his performance.

Then the spear in his hand turned into a mace, which improved the situation.

The lion was forced to retreat again and again by the mace in Oz's hand.

Its bold and rough voice rang out, "It feels so good, so good!"

It looked at Hephis, "Boy, I recognize you."

The lion opened his mouth even wider and a stream of blazing flame spurted out, heading straight for Oz.

The mace in Oz's hand instantly turned into a huge shield, which blocked the fierce fire impact.

Baptized by flames, Oz continued to rush forward.

The lion swung its claws repeatedly, and each swing raised a column of fire that hit Oz's body from the ground.

But Oz's body was made of shadows, and the burning flames could not cause him any harm at all.

However, the impact of the pillar of fire made it difficult for him to continue moving forward.

The shield in Oz's hand turned back into a spear and he hurled it at the lion.

The lion jumped and dodged nimbly, and at the same time the flames around it became more intense.

It waved its claws, and countless fireballs hit Oz like a meteor shower.

Facing the rain of fireballs, Oz was not afraid at all.

A spear appeared in his hand, and he dispersed the incoming fireballs one by one.

Taking advantage of the cover of the fireball, the lion pounced and tried to knock Oz down.

But Oz swayed, stepped on the wall, and jumped with the force, landing on the lion's back.

The spear in his hand turned into a sharp sword, pointing directly at the lion's vitals.

The lion felt the threat from behind and roared.

Flames danced wildly all over his body, forming a solid flame shield that blocked the sword.

However, this action caused it to lose its balance and reveal its flaw.

Oz seized the opportunity and his sword changed again, turning into a chain that tightly bound the lion's limbs and threw him heavily to the ground.

Then he started punching, and each punch dispersed a large area of ​​fire.

The lion struggled to free himself from the chains, but was unable to break free.

"Boy, tell him to stop. You've already passed." There was a hint of helplessness in the lion's voice.

Although it still had the strength to fight back, it had already seen Hephis's strength, and there was no point in fighting any further.

Hephis smiled, and Oz's figure disappeared like flowing water, merging back into his shadow.

The chains on the lion also disappeared.

It shook its body and stood up again, with a hint of unwillingness in its tone:

"Humph, little snake, you do have some skills!"

Sparks flew from its nostrils as it continued:

"Don't forget, my body is made of flames. It can disperse into flames and then condense again, so I didn't lose."

Hephis was too lazy to argue with a lion, even with the consciousness of a Gryffindor.

He gently raised a finger, and a cluster of strange black flames jumped on the fingertip.

The lion felt the power of the black flames and his pupils shrank involuntarily.

The dead silence conveyed by that small cluster of flames even made it feel that its own flame might be completely swallowed up.

"Haha, ah! Yeah!" The lion laughed awkwardly, trying to hide his shock, "Um... I think..."

Hephis smiled slightly, put away the black flame, and said calmly: "I have passed, right?"

The lion nodded repeatedly like a big cat, but then realized that this action was a bit unbecoming and stopped immediately.

Its huge head was slightly raised, looking up at the sky at a thirty-degree angle, confirming with a proud attitude: "You have passed my test."

Hephesus looked at the lion's actions and found them quite amusing, so he stopped arguing with it.

"Then I'll go over there."

He walked slowly to the other end of the corridor.

As he was about to reach the end, he heard the voice of a lion behind him.

"Boy, wait."

Hephis turned around and his eyes fell on the lion again.

A trace of struggle flashed across the lion's face, but he finally spoke up to remind him: "There are still two levels to go. The second level shouldn't be too difficult for you, but you must remember the third level..."

It paused, and its tone became serious: "You must remember that you are breaking through."

Hephis smiled gently and thanked the lion for the reminder: "Thank you."

Then he turned around and kept going.

"what's your name?"

"Hephaest Dam."

The lion sat down on the ground. "Hephis Dam, I'll remember that. I hope you can succeed."

Then Hephes came to an empty room.

In the center of the room stood a lonely mirror.

He slowly walked to the mirror and found that the mirror surface was like a flowing water, reflecting his figure.

Suddenly, he heard deafening sound of gunfire, as if he was on a battlefield filled with smoke.

Draco rushed towards him like lightning and stood in front of him fearlessly.

He used his flesh and blood to endure the fatal blow from the Muggle soldier.

Draco's chest was pierced and blood was gushing out.

He raised his hand with difficulty, as if he wanted to touch Hephes' face, but his hand fell down weakly.

The scene suddenly changed, and Professor Snape came into view.

He gripped his wand tightly and fought a desperate battle with the fully armed Muggle soldiers.

His body was riddled with bullet holes and blood was constantly oozing out of him.

However, as his magic power gradually dried up, he could no longer hold on.

Snape's resolute figure gradually dimmed under the shining magic light, and finally fell in front of Hephaestus.

There was no fear in his eyes, only persistence in his beliefs.