Hogwarts: What are the four great masters doing?

That was a posture that would scare the fairies who once lived in the Fairy Kingdom to death upon seeing it.

That is the magic that all dark wizards will scream in their nightmares.

That was an ancient magic unique to Gryffindor, and passed down to Ryan only at Ryan's request...

"Leoignis Aegis!"

"Blade of Ambition! (Ambitiosus Gladius)!"

Ryan looked at the troll and his voice was like a lion's roar.

"Come, face me!"

The words fell.

Ryan rushed towards the troll like a knight charging towards the dragon in the knight tales circulated throughout England.

But it's different from the story.

At this moment, golden magic lingered like tassels wherever he passed - this made him look not like a knight going to die, but a brave dragon slayer!

"Ow!"

The troll lord raised the huge iron club in his hand angrily.

A violent, corrosive purple mist emanated from the simple stone armor on his body.

"boom!"

He brought down the iron rod, and the sound it made was almost like thunder.

Just as Ryan said - the Troll Lord is the leader of the troll tribe. His strength, anger and desire for destruction are far stronger than those of normal trolls.

In addition, the Troll Lords also master magic... They can emit corrosive magical mist, which makes them much more dangerous than normal trolls.

But when the giant monster's iron rod fell, Ryan did not dodge.

The giant monster's iron rod hit him, but the next moment it shattered like tofu.

The flames on his body burned fiercely, just like his rage!

next moment...

"Ow!"

Amid the roar of the troll lord, Ryan leaped up and chopped down his sword on its head...!

"Boom!"

Then the next moment, the giant monster's head flew high and its headless corpse fell to the ground with a bang!

Just one strike determines the outcome!

And Ryan also fell from the sky to the ground.

A familiar rough voice seemed to come to his ears.

"Well done, Ryan—that's how wizards duel!"

"Don't imitate that stinking snake and fire spells at us from a distance. That's pointless... How can a mere spell compare to the honed muscles and dueling skills of our master and disciple?"

The voice praised and cheered him as it had in the past.

The stronghold of the dark wizard, the kingdom of the goblins, the lair of the dark creatures... He is always so enthusiastic.

"That's the Gryffindor way of fighting!"

Soon, this fleeting memory gradually faded like the magic power on him - the effect of only 1.5 ounces of Goliath potion was obviously very short-lived.

Then the golden magic armor on Ryan's body and the sword in his hand also dissipated like extinguished flames.

Ryan realized with a start that he could no longer hear the rough voice of Gryffindor.

At this moment, he seemed a little lost.

But just the next moment...

"Ryan!"

"Beautiful! Wonderful!"

"Merlin's lace dress! What kind of spell is that!"

"Lane—I want to marry you!"

The deafening cheers reached his ears!

Ryan looked up and saw the young wizards in the Quidditch viewing area.

This made him realize that he was wrong.

Even after a thousand years, he could still hear the cheers of Gryffindor.

Chapter 82: The Young Wizards' Horror, Dumbledore's Invitation! (2.9K words, first update)

The cheers of the Gryffindor little wizards at this moment shook the entire Quidditch pitch.

But relative.

In the Slytherin audience, the young wizards were silent.

The little snakes present - whether they were first-year wizards who had just started school, or senior students in the fifth and sixth grades who were about to graduate.

At this moment, they all opened their eyes wide and looked at Ryan on the lawn in disbelief.

The golden embers of flame on his body, like a lion's mane, had just gone out, and the corpses of the giant monsters in front of him were like a hill.

"Damn...I shouldn't have laughed at McCall."

Marcus Flint, captain of the Slytherin team, subconsciously tightened his grip on the broom beside him and muttered to himself.

That's right, he once laughed at Slytherin's fifth-year prefect, McCall Dohoroff, because he was defeated by Ryan, and caused the latter to become furious!

"You don't understand at all. That guy, Elias—he's not a normal little wizard. He's a monster. His spell... you idiot, you won't understand even if I tell you!"

At that time, McCall's response almost caused a fight between the two of them.

But now, Marcus feels that he may have made a mistake.

"McCall...that guy might be a warrior!"

Looking at the behemoth whose head was beheaded by Ryan, Marcus said sincerely.

"What spell is that?"

"Maybe it's not just the spell—didn't you see? He seemed to have drunk a potion just now!?"

"What potion is that?"

"How should I know!? But I heard that Elias might be Dumbledore's illegitimate son... The potion might have been given to him by Dumbledore, you know, that's Dumbledore..."

"That's impossible, considering Dumbledore's age... But I heard that Dean Snape seems to respect Elias very much. Do you think there's a possibility..."

The young wizards were talking among themselves, and from time to time they mixed in some very wild anecdotes.

But among all the Slytherin wizards, the first-year wizards undoubtedly had the biggest reaction at this moment.

"..."

For example, Draco Malfoy.

At this moment, he sat in a chair blankly, looking at the huge troll corpse lying on the ground in the middle of the Quidditch field and Ryan who was using the levitation spell to bring Harry back to the stands.

He was somewhat speechless.

"Excellent enough..."

He seemed to suddenly realize at this moment the true meaning of Ryan's words during the duel in the common room.

In fact, it's not just him.

Almost all of the Serpent House—except for those really dumb ones like Crabbe and Goyle.

Most of the young wizards in the Snake Academy who had some brains could understand that judging from the strength Ryan had just shown, he could almost be said to have let the sea go during the duel in the common room.

"Look at that spell... I doubt he could actually take us all down in five seconds!"

"Five seconds? One second is enough!"

They realized in the most intuitive way how outstanding Ryan Elias really is.

Under such circumstances, what Ryan said in the common room was more persuasive than ever before!

That wasn't a humiliation or mockery from the victor to the loser, but a sincere admonition...

Draco felt as if his breathing had become sluggish.

Because he found that no matter how he tried to convince himself, he felt that Ryan's behavior was far more...

"noble."

A whisper from not far away made Draco shudder.

He subconsciously looked in the direction where the sound came from not far away.

He saw Pansy Parkinson.

At this moment, the pure-blood little witch, who had always had a strange attitude towards Ryan, also looked at Ryan on the Quidditch field.

She murmured something, her voice trailing off so that Draco could no longer make out.

at the same time...

Ryan brought Harry back to the audience and once again received unprecedented cheers.

After politely declining Seamus's request to release a celebratory firework to express his joy, Ryan handed Harry to Neville, whose face was flushed with excitement, and was then surrounded by the little lions!

"Ryan!"

"Ryan!"

"Ryan!"

They were jumping for joy, as if they had defeated Slytherin in this Quidditch match, completely forgetting that Ryan did not belong to Gryffindor alone!

"Elias, what kind of spell is that!?"