People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning.

Alas, Ron has to suffer.

"Avada eats the big melon!"

There was a flash of brilliant green light, and Ron fell to the smooth floor.

In the duel hall.

Harry complained to Ron who was panting beside him, "We only need this one move to copy it. Our opponent knows a lot of advanced magic. He only has one life left, and we have two. If you had Apparated away just now and successfully pulled me up, we would have won!"

Ron sighed, "I sneezed, and it seemed like someone was thinking about me."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 437 Star-Lord

Because Ron inherited the memory of this world, he knew the rules and strategies of the duel.

In a double row match, both your team and the enemy team have two lives.

After three wins, you will get a chance to copy the enemy's magic.

This is why Harry emphasized that the magic the enemy knows is very advanced.

They just adopted a targeted approach, targeting one of the enemies and killing him twice.

The remaining person, even if he has two lives, but without teammates, it is equivalent to having only one life, and facing two against one, he can only face failure.

But in the duel, Harry and Ron made a mistake in their tactics and the enemy teammate died instead of him.

In other words, they just killed the opponent three times in total, wasting output.

The so-called pulling up means that when there is still life left on one's side, teammates will revive their dead teammates at the cost of not being able to cast spells for a period of time.

But Ron didn't dodge it just now, so he and Harry both had one life left, but were defeated by the enemy.

"It must be Lavender who is talking about you. Come again." Harry said, then closed his eyes and lay down.

"Again." Ron nodded.

Even though he was entering the dueling arena again, Ron couldn't help but feel a sense of pride, just like the first time he entered.

Consciousness continued to rise, descending upon the battlefield full of ancient traces. Every trace seemed to be telling a moving epic. Countless pairs of burning gazes seemed to come from all directions, making people's blood boil.

Boom boom boom!

War drums resounded throughout the battlefield.

The stone ground became smooth and flat, and the white mist in front of him dissipated. What appeared was a middle-aged man wearing a leather jacket, with a silly face, listening to music and dancing randomly, and a raccoon walking upright and carrying a huge metal wand, a weapon that Muggles call a gun.

"Quil, stop doing that stupid dance of yours, the duel has begun." The little raccoon spoke human language, then turned his head and said to Ron, "What are you looking at? Have you never seen Uncle Rocket? You're unlucky, and you're from Earth again. Let me make it clear first, I'm not a raccoon."

"Quil, you're from the same hometown." He kicked the man. "I told you not to do that stupid fucking dance. It's not fucking cool. I really, really should be with Groot!"

The man in the leather jacket revealed a mask of pain, but he still insisted on finishing the last step. Then he took off his headphones and said in a low voice with a self-righteous look, "Come And Get Your Love, this is the name of the song I listen to. I am Star-Lord, the captain of the Guardians of the Galaxy who defeated Ronan the Accuser and defended Xandar and even this galaxy."

Then he turned around and said to the raccoon in a vicious voice, "I am your captain! Rocket, you should show me some respect. I don't want to be with you either. It's Gamora's fault for getting angry with me for no reason today."

"A captain who can't repair his ship." Rocket Raccoon said sarcastically.

"This is your job. As the core figure, I only need to lead you." Star-Lord couldn't help but twist his kicked leg, then looked at Harry and Ron, and unconsciously stood in front of Rocket Raccoon, "Let you see--"

Just as he said that, a huge beam of light shot out from the side of his waist, and Rocket Raccoon jumped out and said, "Let me show you what Master Rocket can do!"

mean!

Harry and Ron, who were enjoying watching Star-Lord make a fool of himself, thought of this almost at the same time.

[Holy Shield]

Harry's right hand created a streak of silver sparks in the air, which splashed out and formed an inverted triangle silver shield.

He successfully cast the higher-level spell of [Armor Protection] with [Safety Guard] and [Expected Guardian] by subconscious reaction.

Crack!

Ron was even faster. In order to be lazy, he turned on the Apparition Symbol. Without any preliminary movements, he twisted his body and disappeared on the spot.

In the end, half of the energy shells that enveloped the two people bounced back and the other half missed the target.

The half that bounced back towards the silly man Star-Lord was casually brushed away by him.

He noticed Harry and Ron's surprise, turned around and said, "It is said that the other half of my bloodline comes from the gods. I have been so powerful since my divine power was activated when I was 11 years old."

"God?" Harry's expression was serious.

This is actually not special in the universe.

The thing that the universe lacks the least is gods. They are promiscuous and have left behind various descendants on various planets.

Most of them who would never have the possibility to possess divine power in their lifetime were successfully activated with the help of the duel arena.

But it was not like Harry had never faced such an opponent before. The same spell, although cast with crude skills, could have powerful power and produce extraordinary effects.

And the Star-Lord in front of him, his divine power, and his performance of casually firing the energy cannon just now, are no longer something that an ordinary demigod can describe.

the most important is

"You're so strong, how come you're only at the epic level?" Ron spoke Harry's thoughts, "And you're even matched with us."

The levels of the duel arena are divided into entry, rookie, elite, outstanding, top, chief, epic, legendary, honor, and hall of fame.

Most ordinary people on earth are hovering around the elite level.

Wizards who can cast spells without recovering mana and know more magic are usually at the head level, which is also the level of most Hogwarts students.

Harry and Ron are not in the majority, they are quite good, that is, at the epic level.

Among them, Harry almost became a legend.

You have to know that Harry is only 14 years old.

The transition from epic to legend is like a natural barrier that blocks many wizards.

Even among Aurors, those at the legendary level are considered the elite.

This is also why Harry desperately fled to Merlin's platform, because it was full of legendary guards.

But this is not difficult for a demigod.

As long as you are of age and the system grants you the magic to copy in the game, as long as you dare to fight, you will naturally become a legend.

You have to know that the only difference between a demigod whose divine power has been activated by the system and a god is his lifespan.

The man in front of him was obviously very old, and he was the son of God and possessed divine power.

Hearing Ron's question, even Star-Lord, who was thick-skinned, couldn't help but cough awkwardly.

He has the hidden worry of most middle-aged men - lack of persistence.

Of course, this is not the body.

But it is because the divine power inherited from his cheap father is not durable.

As long as the battle lasts too long, his divine power will decay into ordinary magic power.

As Star-Lord's teammate, Rocket Raccoon naturally knew the reason. He sarcastically said, "Because Quill is a quick shooter, no matter what."

"Nonsense!" Star-Lord was so angry that he jumped up and down, "Gamora said I was great! I can swear on Yondu's life!"

"It's really a relief for Yondu to have a son like you!" Rocket Raccoon pouted.

"Why don't you just admit defeat?" Harry suggested, "Wait until you're done arguing before you start competing again."

The quarrel between these two 'people' was indeed very interesting, but when he thought about them suddenly attacking each other in the middle of the quarrel, he lost interest and patience.

"Give up?" Star-Lord stretched out his index finger and shook it left and right. "There is no such word in my dictionary. Tarantella dance!"

He shook the gun with his left hand and pointed the muzzle at the ground.

"What is he going to do?" Ron was a little confused.

The most frightening thing about control spells like the Dance Spell is that they are not aimed at the person, but this man in leather jacket aimed at the ground. Did he get his brain damaged by dancing?

"Jump!" Harry shouted.

"What?" Ron was confused, but he still followed Harry's instructions.

The next second, he understood the reason.

The smooth ground began to shake violently, cracks appeared one after another, and gravel flew everywhere.

Crack!

Ron subconsciously Apparated and found a relatively flat ground in the limited space.

However, the next second, cracks appeared and the ground shook violently.

"Fly!" Harry reminded again.

"I can't." Ron was at a loss. He couldn't release the summoned beast, bird, snake, or borrow its wings.

He didn't dare to use methods that Ron didn't know how to use. He had already exposed his ability to Apparate without advance motion, and he couldn't do any more.

then

Ron flopped.

Harry, who was barely floating in the air, became a target.

Even though he was proficient in various protective spells, he was still shot in the head because he had no fulcrum and his dodging speed was slow while flying.

In the duel hall.

Harry opened his eyes again, "How unlucky we are to encounter such a powerful demigod at this level."

Ron also opened his eyes soon after. "That's a dance spell? How can it cause an earthquake?"

Harry said unhappily, "It was mentioned in History of Magic last year. Professor Flitwick even gave an example when he taught us how to make a pineapple dance."

"Ah, was it mentioned?" Ron had no impression.

"Do you know the origin of this magical spell?" Harry asked.

"I know that." Ron regained some confidence. "Tarantella is the name of an Italian dance."

"According to legend, in the middle of the 14th century, a strange infectious disease appeared in the area of ​​Taranto, a city in southern Italy. It was caused by the bite of a poisonous spider called Tarantula. The injured could only expel the toxins from their bodies by dancing madly until their whole body was covered in sweat."

"Then why don't you know that the Dancing Charm works on both living and inanimate objects, even those without legs, as long as the magic power is strong enough." Harry held his forehead with his hand. "The Dancing Charm was invented in ancient Italy. The wizard Zachariah Innocenti abused the Dancing Charm on Mount Vesuvius in 79 AD, causing the volcano to erupt."

"Is this still possible?" Ron blinked.

He was not shocked by the new knowledge, but for the first time he felt the difference between this Harry and the one he knew.

This Harry is more confident and a bit of a know-it-all.

Just like Hermione in first year who hadn't yet smoothed over her edges.

But for some reason, he didn't feel the same annoyance towards Harry as Hermione did at that time, only a little bit of relief.

It was indeed a difficult task for him to play another Ron with the body of a Skrull.

If he was just playing Ron, he could have played himself.

Just pay attention to the common sense issues caused by the differences between the two worlds. For example, wizards in this world are more accustomed to using magic and advocate the use of magic no matter what they do. Everyone knows how to use magic for daily household chores, and little wizards are equipped with wands from birth.

But his Skrull body reminded him all the time that he was not Ron, he was just a liar who occupied someone else's identity and might be exposed at any time.

"Why not." Harry said unhappily, his tone a little depressed, "That Star-Lord knows me."

"As a candidate for the Sorcerer Supreme, he was first kidnapped by the Skrulls, and then defeated by an unknown person."

Ron quickly comforted him, "That guy is quite famous in the universe, Guardians of the Galaxy, guarding the entire galaxy!"

In the brilliant galaxy, a streamlined yellow, blue and silver spaceship shaped like an eagle is traveling at a high speed.

If someone on Earth were to go inside the cockpit, they would be very surprised, because it is full of elements from the 20s: scratch and sniff stickers, Alf trading cards, Sony's first-generation WalkMan

This is the Milano, which Star-Lord has been piloting since he was 10 years old and has been upgraded and expanded to this day.

Contrary to its original fate, it was not severely damaged during its escape from the Sovereigns and replaced by the [Betana].

With magic, the Guardians of the Galaxy, who were already stronger, got rid of the little golden men with almost no effort.

The space inside it was also expanded to an exaggerated degree by Rocket Raccoon, who is also known as a master alchemist.

The space is so abundant that Star-Lord even placed a swimming pool in the center.