The years of welding at Hogwarts

Well, a deep sword scar extended from his waist all the way up to his shoulder, almost cutting the Gryffindor's entire body into two asymmetrical halves.

However, the deep sword marks where one should have seen the eerie white bones did not bleed at all, nor were there any internal organs or flesh visible. There was only a large pool of dark matter like mud, emitting bits of deep starlight that looked like a brilliant starry sky.

The dark magic power surging in his body quickly repaired the gap in his body, and the huge gap was repaired in just a few seconds.

The corner of Gryffindor's mouth raised a slight smile, and he patted the dust on his clothes with an understated expression, "This is a little more presentable, but you should chop off my head."

Looking at the Gryffindor who was once again intact and standing in front of him, Noah couldn't help but grit his teeth.

"whispering sound……"

There was no delay. This thrilling battle did not allow any hesitation. Noah's hands moved without stopping, and he once again transformed into a blood-red lightning and shot into the distance.

Every bone in the body crackled under the extreme overload brought about by this instantaneous acceleration, and a sharp pain swept through the whole body in a flash.

However, Noah's movements did not change at all. The sharp blade formed by magic power seemed to be able to cut off everything in the world, and it attacked Gryffindor's neck at an extremely tricky angle.

The sword hadn't even reached him yet, but the wind pressure created by the sword's swing was like an invisible sword energy, causing Gryffindor to feel a slight sting on his neck.

His figure was swift and his movements were decisive. He raised his right hand and held the silver sword across his body. Almost at the same moment when the block was formed, the two weapons were about to collide again.

But unlike the last time, Noah's right hand holding the sword slightly deflected, and the sword drew an arc in the air to avoid the silver sword in Gryffindor's hand.

At the same moment when the two weapons passed each other, he bent down, and his originally empty left hand suddenly stretched out, and another magic sword condensed into shape in a flash.

Flying Sword Style: Double Dragon Flash!

The magic sword that his left hand hastily formed only blocked the enemy for a short moment due to insufficient magic power.

Instantly, under the influence of the huge force that suddenly poured in, it shattered into starlight floating all over the sky.

But because of this brief pause, Noah, who was surrounded by sword light, had already crashed into Gryffindor's arms, causing his sword to fall into the air.

After a spin, the magic sword that Noah had just held in his right hand had pierced through Gryffindor's chest and broke out from his waist and abdomen.

Gryffindor was still a little stunned by this fierce sword, but Noah, who had already flashed behind him, did not stop his attacking rhythm just because of this temporary success.

The tendons stretched to the extreme exploded with such force in an instant that they almost tore the muscles apart. The air almost turned into a solid state due to the extreme compression, like an invisible ladder supporting Noah's body, and pushed his body back violently through the unreasonably strong reaction force.

The figure appeared dozens of meters away as if it had teleported instantly.

Gryffindor turned his head slightly, only able to catch a glimpse of sword light with the corner of his eye, and the magic sword in Noah's hand slashed across his neck.

A not-so-obvious mark quietly emerged around Gryffindor's neck.

This also caused his pupils to suddenly shrink to the extreme at this moment.

But that was not because of the fear of impending death after his head was cut open, but because of the rapid surge of adrenaline caused by the excitement of this long-lost fierce battle.

The expected sound of the head falling to the ground did not happen, and the line of blood that appeared on Gryffindor's neck had not even spread to surround his entire neck. A sticky dark substance flowed out from the broken wound that was only as thick as a hair, gluing his head and body together again.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

After standing there for a while, Gryffindor burst into wild laughter, and it was a long time before he gradually subsided his laughter.

"Ever since I fought Salazar due to differences in ideology, I haven't felt the thrill of battle for thousands of years!"

Noah simply glanced at Gryffindor, who had transformed into the fifth laughing genius of Hogwarts, and said, "So much nonsense."

It was a rare opportunity to encounter an opponent with such superb swordsmanship. Gryffindor just wanted to enjoy this swordsman duel and gave up the idea of ​​continuing to use those fancy magic.

What an exciting sword fighting competition!

How could it be tainted by such despicable magic!

Therefore, he just held the fairy sword in front of him with a fighting spirit, and the sharpness in his eyes that belonged only to a warrior became even sharper.

Taking a deep breath, Gryffindor adjusted his breathing rate, trying to get his body into the best condition to prepare for the battle.

However, with his current physical fitness strengthened by dark magic, there is actually no need to continue making these self-adjustments that do not greatly improve his strength.

But this gesture is the greatest respect for another swordsman.

Gryffindor did not regard the boy in front of him, who looked only a teenager, as an ordinary opponent at all. Instead, he gave him the utmost respect and regarded Noah as an opponent on the same level as himself.

Standing not far from Gryffindor, Noah felt like he was being stared at by a killer who had awakened quietly.

If the tremendous fighting spirit that erupted from Gryffindor could be materialized, then he would now be able to see the vast ocean of fighting spirit behind Gryffindor.

The blood-colored mist that was burning like a raging fire around him had become much thinner in just two minutes.

As Noah felt the power gradually ebbing away from his body, a miniature green magic circle quietly emerged in his palm.

As he twisted his wrist counterclockwise, Noah could feel that his body, which had been broken apart by the excessive load, was repairing itself bit by bit.

To be precise, it is a reversal.

The damaged body was repaired rapidly in the reversal of time, and soon returned to its previous peak state. Even the vitality that was madly lost in the burning was restored to its heyday.

But this could not stop Noah's heart from sinking to the bottom little by little.

Even if he chopped off the other person's head according to Gryffindor's very thoughtful advice, relying on the huge amount of dark magic remaining in his body, Gryffindor can now be said to be an immortal being.

Noah will never be able to defeat his opponent before all of his opponent's magic power is consumed. This is the shameless nature of Gryffindor.

But what's even more shameless is that even if Noah consumed all the dark magic that Gryffindor stole from the dark dimension, what would it matter?

With this old monster's clever way of taking out online loans, I'm afraid he can get more magic power from Dormammu for him to squander in a matter of minutes.

Although the youth version of the Eye of Agamotto he created with his own hands allowed him to play the same trick as Gryffindor in opening the death door without getting hurt, the mental exhaustion brought by each time he went back in time could not be eliminated no matter what.

My immaturity is no match for that old immortal Gryffindor.

Unless he is willing to risk everything and get hundreds of billions of dollars in high-interest loans from the demons in other dimensions, because only a demon can fight against another demon.

Noah quickly searched through all the magic knowledge he had ever learned in his mind, and frantically tried to find a way to break the impasse among the thousands of magic spells he had collected.

At the same time, his movements did not stop.

Noah slightly adjusted his posture to stand in a bow stance, lowering his body as much as possible. He took a deep breath and put the sword in his hand into the scabbard which was also made of magic power.

Looking at this classic sword-drawing technique, Gryffindor's eyes narrowed slightly.

Although the opponent was not a traditional Western swordsman, and the swordsmanship he used was also a bit strange, he was clearly holding a Western sword, but his swordsmanship style was more like that of the Eastern monks he met when he traveled around the world in his early years.

Seeing Noah's posture, Gryffindor changed his strategy, from holding the sword with one hand to holding it with both hands, and the long sword that was originally held horizontally in front of the chest was slowly lowered.

Their eyes were fixed firmly on each other, and neither of them took the initiative to attack. Instead, they were looking for the moment when the other would reveal a flaw in this long confrontation.

For a moment, this Colosseum filled with strong ancient Roman style fell silent, with only the sandstorm outside still making noise.

Accompanied by a slight roar of thunder, dazzling red and black lightning wrapped around Noah's body.

It was at this moment that Gryffindor drew his sword boldly. The goblin-forged sword cut through the air and slashed upward from below at lightning speed, heading straight for Noah's chest.

The distance of dozens of meters was just a fleeting moment for the two of them.

Relying on the Eye of Agamotto to speed up his own time, the ultimate amplification obtained by burning his vitality, and the lightning activating his body's cells to bring about improvements in dynamic vision, nerve reaction speed, physical agility and many other aspects.

Although Gryffindor's sword movements were extremely swift, they seemed nothing special to Noah.

He calmly adjusted the posture and angle of the sword, and the terrifying sword light roared towards Gryffindor like a roaring dragon.

The terrifying pressure that was pressing down on him like a tsunami because of Gryffindor's attack was also cut apart at this moment because of Noah's sword.

The swinging of the sword caused extreme compression of the air, which even prevented the long swords in the hands of the two people from touching each other.

The space between the two weapons was even shattered by the powerful impact, like a mirror hit hard by a sledgehammer.

The turbulence that burst out from the space cracks caused a strong wind in an instant, and the dissipated space turbulence was like countless invisible blades, cutting the surrounding earth into pieces.

It was as if endless dark magic was pouring out of Gryffindor's body, fiercely and surgingly pouring into his sword-holding arms.

Every cell in Noah's body was squeezed to the extreme at this moment, and every part of his body cried out in pain under the unbridled squeeze.

But Noah, who has the ability to go back in time, did not pay attention to the warning signals that his body was frantically sending to him. Instead, he worked even harder to squeeze the potential of each cell.

The two violent energies between the two weapons produced dazzling lightning during the friction and collision between them.

In just the moment of collision, this arena maintained by space magic was like a fragile wafer biscuit, shattered under the powerful impact and returned to its original shape.

The stalemate between Noah and Gryffindor seemed long, but in fact, all of this happened in a brief moment of less than one tenth of a second.

The two forces of magic collided with each other and finally lost their balance after being squeezed to the extreme. Like the detonated Big Ivan, they exploded on the spot and turned into a slowly rising scorching sun.

The strong impact brought by the explosion instantly swept through the two people's defenseless bodies, and the turbulent flow of extremely hot energy completely engulfed their bodies.

Although the dark magic greatly enhanced his physical fitness, Gryffindor still felt as if his body was cut into pieces by a thousand knives. Waves of pain that ordinary people could not bear hit every nerve in his body like raging waves.

Gryffindor felt a sweetness in his throat and couldn't help coughing up blood.

But this did not make Gryffindor panic. Instead, it made the war maniac even more excited. "Such swordsmanship! I recognize you!"

"In swordsmanship! Among all the wizards I have fought, no one is better than you. I, Gryffindor, would like to call you the strongest!"

The semi-ellipsoidal shock wave was like a bowl upside down on the ground, and the strong light emitted from it briefly obscured Gryffindor's vision.

Perhaps they were still immersed in the collision just now, or perhaps it was because they had not fought for thousands of years.

In short, Gryffindor, who had become a little unfamiliar with fighting, did not notice at all that a figure was quietly approaching from behind him.

But the keen perception acquired from countless battles still played a role.

At the moment when Noah drew his sword again, a sharp pain suddenly spread from the depths of Gryffindor's heart.

Straight to his brain.

The body's subconscious movements were even faster than the brain's response after realizing the crisis. The fairy sword in the right hand suddenly turned around and protected behind the back. The sound of metal clashing was like a dragon's roar.

He used magic to freeze his body and took advantage of the huge force from the sword to turn around. However, a hint of surprise suddenly flashed in Gryffindor's lion-like sharp eyes.

Originally, as Gryffindor turned around, his brain had already predicted Noah's next move.

But what he didn't expect was that Noah had no intention of continuing to draw his sword. Instead, he moved close to his body like a ghost and raised his hand to press between his chest and abdomen.

The palm pushed lightly, without much force, but Gryffindor felt an irresistible force acting on his soul, which was about to push his soul out of his body.

The tremendous spiritual strength cultivated through countless reincarnations allowed him to stabilize his soul and prevent it from leaving his body, but that momentary delay was enough for Noah to implement his plan.

Two magic circles suddenly opened up on the left and right sides of Gryffindor, and the scarlet belts of Cyttorak spewed out from them, instantly binding his body tightly.

This should have been a thrilling pure physical competition between swordsmen, but now Noah was unsportsmanlike and used magic first.

A hint of anger appeared on the Gryffindor's face.

In Gryffindor's view, this despicable behavior is a complete tarnishing of the honor of swordsmen.

Although Noah had never said before that he was a swordsman.

But it was obvious that Gryffindor, whose brain was not very bright, did not think so.

Since Noah used magic without martial ethics, there was no need for him to continue to uphold the honor of a swordsman.

So Gryffindor followed suit and used magic without hesitation.

The powerful magic that burst out from his body completely shattered Setorak's scarlet bands in an instant, but Noah did not expect such a magic to be able to achieve results.

He just needed this magic to slow down Gryffindor's movements further so that he would have more time to prepare the next magic.

A larger magic circle suddenly bloomed in the sky above Gryffindor's head, and several thick octopus-like tentacles instantly emerged from it.

The moment the octopus tentacles appeared, an extremely uncomfortable energy also spread out from the magic circle at the same time.

It was like a huge stone was thrown into a calm lake. The cold force that spread out like ripples suddenly dropped the surrounding temperature by several degrees.

Although this magic power was not strong, not even half as strong as Noah's, when this cold power appeared, Gryffindor's face suddenly became extremely gloomy.

"What have you done!"

He demanded through gritted teeth.

Obviously, Gryffindor was not unfamiliar with this guy who was crossing the border through the magic circle. Instead, they were very familiar with its true capabilities.

"Obviously, I just called in a helper from another universe."

The words squeezed out from between his teeth showed Gryffindor's restlessness at the moment, "Do you know what kind of monster you summoned?"

Noah spread out his palms, looking nonchalant, "Since you're looking for excitement, you have to follow through to the end."

Not to mention that this world was destroyed by Dormammu's invasion more than a thousand years ago. Even if it had not been destroyed, Noah would not have any sympathy or compassion for this world where there was no sense of belonging and no existence of anything worth caring about.

In that case, why not indulge yourself a little?

It was as if he could unscrupulously use part of the original power of the Time Stone in this world without worrying about causing any damage to the laws of nature.

There was nothing to destroy anyway, so how bad could it be?

The entire planet was completely shattered?