[HP] Founding School Lianmeng

Staying in the centaur tribe, you can clearly hear the dragon chant from Hogwarts.

The centaurs looked very excited. The race that never competed with the outside world showed great interest and enthusiasm in beating up the dragon.

Slytherin stayed by the side of the square with the centaur elders, waiting for the return of the warriors who had gone to tease the dragon.

The fact that no one has come back means that there are no casualties. Except for his humanoid mobile hatred body, even the formation master has not returned.

Slytherin is very depressed. In terms of his own damage output, he is very confident that he can beat the centaur as the main damage output-provided he is not OT.

This premise is a bit difficult, unless Gryffindor becomes a coquettish and sharp mocking emperor in this short period of time.

It is impossible to think.

Coach, I want to delete my account!Slytherin covered his face sadly.

"Little Slytherin, can you really kill that dragon?" The centaur elder said with a serious face, stroking his beard, looking like a caring elder, speaking earnestly, "If it is reasonable If used, that dragon can be controlled, and it can become the patron saint of Hogwarts."

Such a strong sense of déjà vu... Slytherin twitched the corners of his mouth and flatly refused.

"My father once said the same, it will become the last resort of Slytherin, becoming the patron saint." Slytherin raised his eyebrows, "But the truth is, this fat lizard destroyed everything, including my father's life."

"Oh, that's a pity." The centaur elder sighed indifferently.

Conquering giant dragons is something that most races want to do, except for a few races that only fight to the death with dragons.

Generally speaking, having a dragon servant is the wish of most races—it's just that the ancient dragon has not appeared in front of people for a long time.

This giant dragon, which suddenly appeared more than ten years ago, immediately became the target of the horsemen.

It's a pity that the Slytherin family has always been in the way. When the Slytherin family left Hogwarts, they frequently went into and out of the forest like chicken blood, trying to take down the dragon.

It's a pity that they didn't succeed, but instead attracted the big guy to play their tribe's idea.

No one would want to raise a giant dragon that might take away the treasures enshrined by their tribe for generations as their own property at any time, and no one would let go of a dragon who had already made up his mind.

The horsemen thought of many ways to kill the injured dragon, but the dragon was extremely strong, and they could only harass it with their abilities.

The centaurs never thought of telling other races. After all, the existence of the centaurs is a joke to many races. They are not very pleasing to both humans and magical creatures.

They are proud and unwilling to ask for help from others, and if they ask for help from others, there will probably be no peace near Hogwarts.

If the dragon went crazy and set fire to the forest, it would be really happy to see it.

It's just that when there is really hope to kill this big guy, there is a subtle sense of regret.

——When will the next time you see the dragon again!

Thinking so, the elder casually answered some questions from Slytherin.

The horse people gradually returned to the square through the teleportation array, more or less hanging a little bit.

Judging from their dictation, Gryffindor and the master of the magic circle are still in good condition. The outspoken horsemen looked at Slytherin mockingly, with a somewhat contemptuous and disdainful attitude on their lips.

Slytherin shrugged, and continued to learn from the centaur elders indifferently.

This group of horsemen will not understand the sadness of a crispy mage who focuses on OT, coupled with a T that is too watery.

Slytherin has every reason to believe that even if he just kicked the dragon, his hatred is higher than that of Gryffindor stabbing the dragon's wound with a long sword.

Unless Gryffindor cut off the dragon's wings or legs with a single knife, the hatred must be appropriate.

Wait... Slytherin paused, feeling that this is feasible.

The master of the magic circle walked out of the teleportation circle, nodded to Slytherin, and then stepped into another teleportation circle without a pause, and directly teleported to the long-distance teleportation circle leading to Slytherin Manor, and hurried back to the manor to bury his head. Into the laboratory.

Followed by Gryffindor and Cazalai, the two of them were much more embarrassed than the others, especially Gryffindor, who was killed when he stabbed the dragon's wound for the first time. The dragon's blood was poured all over her body, which looked particularly terrifying.

In comparison, only Slytherin and the magic circle master remained the safest.

The master of the magic circle is protected, everything is fine, but Slytherin, who is a combat power, was the first to escape, and this is a real deserter.

Except for Gryffindor and the centaur elders, the centaur looked at Slytherin more subtly.

After confirming that the blood bar on Gryffindor's head was empty but it would not cause any serious damage to his body, Slytherin heaved a sigh of relief, and nodded to the centaur elder, "I will give the warriors Get your weapons ready," he said.

The centaur elder stroked his beard with a smile and nodded.

Completely ignoring the subtle sightlines around him, Slytherin glanced at Gryffindor lightly, and walked into the long-distance teleportation array leading to the border of the forest.

The decision was made to prevent even the centaur tribe from being able to block the attack of the giant dragon. I was afraid that the dragon would get angry and even send it to the centaur tribe. That's why we set up this teleportation array at the edge of the forest. .

It seems redundant now.

Slytherin walked into the long-distance teleportation array silently, and the magic power was guided to the ground through the wand. The complex lines of the teleportation array twisted as if they were alive, emitting a faint light.

Gryffindor also ran out from the centaur tribe, saw Slytherin who was launching the teleportation array, and rushed in.

"Salazar, look, none of us died, aren't we capable of slaying dragons?" He said this, but his azure eyes were not as confident and excited as he said in his words, and there was a twinkle in his eyes Nervous, the whole person looks uneasy.

Slytherin glanced at him, but remained silent.

The dragon blood stained on Gryffindor's body is gone, probably cleaned up, and the armor specially brought from Gryffindor Manor for the dragon slaying makes him look energetic-if you ignore him, it's pitiful Xi's eyes.

"Salazar..." Gryffindor murmured, glancing at Slytherin's face anxiously, tears welling up in his heart.

Ahhhhhh he actually beat Salazar, he beat Salazar so badly! !

Merlin...QAQ

But even so, Gryffindor didn't regret it.

Because such an embarrassing, pale, and even cowardly Slytherin is too ugly, Slytherin should always be confident, even if there is a giant dragon blocking the way in front, it should not change because of this.

—Of course, Slytherin ignored him and said otherwise.

Gryffindor is miserable.

Why did he slap his face at that time!

A light-colored light filled the air, and a sense of pull came, and by the time he regained consciousness, he had already arrived at Slytherin Manor.

Gryffindor hurriedly grabbed Slytherin who was about to leave, humming Slytherin's name with a mournful face.

"..." Slytherin looked at him silently.

Slytherin was very concerned about the behavior of Gryffindor rushing out to stab the dragon knife alone, knowing that if something bad happened, he might not be able to come back.

What annoyed him even more was that he was the one who made Gryffindor do this.

It was he who made Gryffindor fight the dragon, and he dragged Gryffindor to escape - the word escape never existed in the knight's dictionary.

Facing the dragon, if it weren't for Slytherin, Gryffindor would probably have been fighting the dragon until one of them died.

In such a depression, Slytherin felt extremely embarrassed to face Gryffindor, let alone speak peacefully to Gryffindor.

"Salazar, I was wrong..." Gryffindor lowered his voice, dragged Slytherin, his blue eyes were full of anxiety.

Slytherin froze, looking at Gryffindor puzzled.

"I shouldn't have slapped you in the face QAQ! I was wrong!"

"..." Slytherin, who never expected to get this answer, was stunned for a while, glanced at the two ladies who had just entered the door and overheard the conversation, and then his eyes fell on a strange woman behind them.

The Duke of Slytherin's face darkened suddenly.

—he didn't mind Gryffindor beating him up, and he didn't mind having his flaws and humiliation known to the other two ladies.

But in front of strangers, he should be the most perfect Slytherin.

He gave Gryffindor a hard look, pulled his hand out of his hand, and didn't even bother to reward Gryffindor with a cold snort.

Gryffindor was even harder.

"Slytherin!" Ravenclaw ran in, his face full of joy, and Hufflepuff followed her, his face full of excitement.

"what?"

"Look whose help we have won!" Ravenclaw waved to the woman standing at the door, his tone rising with excitement, "It's the elves! We got the assistance of the elves!"

"..." Slytherin silently looked at the woman, who was reluctant to enter the hall for a long time, her expression was a little frozen, as if there was something in the hall that disgusted her, but she couldn't say it due to etiquette.

Elves are one of the races that will fight dragons to death.

Slytherin realized something, and suddenly felt bad.

"Nalada, what are you waiting for! Come in!" Hufflepuff enthusiastically walked to the door and pulled the elf in.

"...the smell of the dragon." The woman said, her voice was as soft and gentle as the sound of nature, which made people feel comfortable physically and mentally. She stared at Gryffindor closely, and said again, "the smell of the dragon...the smell of blood .”

"..." Gryffindor turned to look at Slytherin.

"..." Slytherin looked at the elf feeling bad.

"..." Ravenclaw stared at Gryffindor with sharp eyes.

"..." Hufflepuff looked at Gryffindor blankly, wondering if his companion had the blood of a dragon.

"He fought and wounded the dragon just now," added the elf. "The smell of dragon's blood is fresh."

Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff stared at each other, instead of staring at Gryffindor, they looked at the other person with aspirations.

Slytherin covered his face in pain.