That night's bloodshed triggered a large-scale panic in Pandora City. Many people noticed the deaths and disappearances by the seaside, as well as the sudden appearance of a dozen ownerless African elephants. The higher-ups of Pandora City sent a large number of Magi to guard the area to search for the culprit. But how could Slythrin be discovered so easily? He used a bit of magic to hide himself from those mediocre Magi.
Not only that, but after obtaining a large amount of treasures from the outlanders, Salazar Slytherin quickly began to recruit people and formed an anti- Gryffindor organization.
The reason he used was very simple. As long as Gryffindor was around, no one else would have a chance to win against the Queen. If that was the case, then it was better to kill him first.
His reason attracted the support of many wizards, and the organization quickly grew.
For a long time after that, Silby did not do anything out of line. He resumed his life in the snake's belly, taking care of Slytherin's daily life, and maintaining the operation of the anti- Gryffindor organization. His life became very busy.
However, after the organization grew and the number of members increased, Slytherin's attention towards Silby gradually decreased. Every day, he focused on socializing with others and secret meetings, and rarely had time to find trouble with Silby.
This made him smell an opportunity. One day, after Slytherin had a secret meeting with his new allies, he used the excuse of purchasing goods to sneak out and ran to the magic library in the center of Pandora City.
Here, his talent was maximized. Even if he only read for two hours a day, he quickly and systematically grasped the basic theories of magic, and learned a series of simple basic spells.
He learned a lot of things that Slytherin did not mention to him in the library.
As he became more proficient in life spells, he would use the spells he developed to help Slytherin deal with most of the chores. As he had more free time, he spent more time reading.
Under such a virtuous cycle, it only took him a month to read almost half of the books in Pandora's library.
But at this time, a more serious challenge was placed in front of Silby. He did not find any spells related to attack or defense in the Pandora Library. After a little inquiry, he found out that those profound and powerful spells or magic were all controlled by those ancient big families or organizations with a long history. Almost none of them were leaked out.
This was unacceptable to Silby. Without these spells, he would not be able to gain a powerful combat ability. Without these spells, he would not be able to break free from Slytherin's control and regain his freedom. He would not be able to climb to the heights that he desired.
Unable to find a solution, he fell into yet another predicament. However, he had no other choice for the time being. He could only continue to work and take time out to go to the library in his spare time, hoping to find an opportunity to break the deadlock.
Time flowed like this for another month. Pandora went from summer to autumn, and the weather became dry.
That day, as usual, he went to the Pandora Magic Library after a secret meeting with Slytherin and his allies. He found that there was a large crowd outside the library.
Silby glanced at them as he passed by.
In the crowd, there was a bald old man with a white beard. He was wearing a sorcerer's robe and was dressed like Aristotle. He stood in front of a heavy black iron block with his arms crossed. The soles of his feet touched the ground happily.
"Hurry up, Barufeo. Let us see your floating spell." One of the onlookers shouted impatiently.
The old sorcerer named Barufeo shook his head and coughed, "No hurry, no hurry."
Silby's ears twitched and his attention was attracted.
Wizards often gathered in the library to discuss all kinds of problems. They would also often develop new spells that had never been seen before. It was considered academic research.
Silby knew that there was such a group of people, but he had never participated in their discussions. On one hand, the work that Slytherin gave him was too busy, and he had very little free time. He had to spend all of it on his studies instead of trial and error.
On the other hand, he felt that these old pedants were too arrogant. They looked at people with their nostrils and had a strong sense of intellectual superiority. Whenever they asked a question, they would pretend to know something and quote from the classics for a long time. Therefore, he was too lazy to deal with these people.
However, now that someone said that they had developed a floating spell, Silby could not help but be interested. He stood still and crossed his arms, wanting to see what kind of spell this old man had developed.
More and more onlookers gathered. At this time, someone shouted, "Barufeo, can you show us the floating spell you just invented?"
"No hurry, no hurry. Let's wait until there are more people."
Barufeo said happily. He looked around and his feet touched the ground faster and faster.
More and more people gathered. Many people had heard that someone could make a piece of metal fly. They all gathered around and crowded the entrance of the library.
At this time, someone shouted impatiently, "Barufeo! Are you done yet? "
The old man rubbed his hands when he saw that the crowd was almost there.
"Today, I will teach you a spell that I have painstakingly researched for more than ten years, the floating spell!"
"Open your eyes wide and watch carefully!"
Barfeo took out a small box and opened it with a holy look on his face. He grabbed a handful of powder from the box and sprinkled it on the black iron block. While he was sprinkling the powder, he shouted loudly, "Flotin!"
The powder shone brightly and fell on the black metal.
Then, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the heavy black metal slowly floated to the waist and stopped moving.
Zizi gasped in the crowd.
Barufeo stroked his white beard in the midst of his exclamations, and shook his head to the extreme, as if he were shouting, "Praise me, praise me!"
The people in the library did not disappoint him. They all stared at the floating piece of metal and clicked their tongues in wonder.
Only Silby looked at the piece of metal and then looked at the proud old man. He was a little disdainful. The old man's spell was full of loopholes and did not conform to the laws of music at all. It was just forcefully using a large amount of casting materials to control the magic power. There was no artistic sense to speak of.
He did not learn anything from the old man. He only felt that he had wasted three precious minutes. He immediately turned around and walked into the library, hoping to read the works of a real master.
"Can you make it fly higher?"
At this time, a clear and loud voice came from behind him.
Silby and the crowd's attention was attracted. The person who asked the question was a tall woman in a red robe. Her whole body was wrapped up tightly, and even her face was covered. It was impossible to see her appearance or figure.
The woman separated the crowd and stood in front of the crowd. She pointed at the big piece of metal on Barufeo's waist and asked, "Can you make it fly higher? I mean, can it be controlled? "
Barufeo's joy disappeared. When everyone was praising him, someone suddenly jumped out to criticize him. This made him a little unhappy.
However, the woman's question also interested the people in the library. They all looked at Barufeo and waited for his answer.
Barufeo coughed and shook his head, "This spell is still in the development stage. It will take some time before it is completely perfected. When I have completely perfected it, I will demonstrate it again."
"Oh."
The crowd made a sound of understanding, but there was more or less a hint of disappointment in their voices.
The big piece of metal fell to the ground. Barufeo unhappily packed his things and planned to leave.
"Can't I?"
However, the woman in the red robe still did not give up and said with a loud voice, "If it can only float to this level, the practicality is too low. Also, it requires a lot of casting materials. The cost is too high."
"I said, little girl!"
Wizard Barufeo stared at her angrily, "This spell is still in the experimental stage. It is not perfected yet! When I have completely perfected it, I will show it to you. "
The woman in the red robe shook her head and walked to the front of the crowd. She opened her arms, and a heavy bag of money dangled from her palm, "I will give you 300 gold coins. If anyone can make this piece of metal fly to a height of 10 meters, these 300 gold coins will belong to that person."
She continued to speak with a loud voice.
"Oh!"
The crowd squeezed forward and exclaimed. 300 gold coins. It was enough to buy a house in the lower city of Pandora. This woman was so generous.
Barufeo's face was very gloomy. He said coldly, "Are you here to pick a fight?"
"I just feel that this spell still has room for improvement," the woman said calmly.
"Sure."
Barufeo stopped with a sarcastic look on his face and crossed his arms. He looked around and said, "Who, who can improve my spell? I want to see."
The crowd looked at each other and didn't know what to do. They really wanted the 300 gold coins in the bag, but to make a piece of metal fly to a height of 10 meters was very difficult. No one could guarantee that they could do it better than Barufeo. He was one of the top scholars in the library.
At this moment, a hand raised in the crowd. A clear voice asked, "If I can make this piece of metal fly to a height of 10 meters, will the 300 gold coins belong to me?"
The crowd's eyes moved again and moved to the guy who raised his hand. It was a gray-haired young man in a long robe. He was tall and slender, and he was wearing a strange horn mask on his face. His face couldn't be seen clearly.
It was Silby. When he saw that there was money to be made, he immediately stopped. For the past few days, he had been looking for opportunities to make money. Finally, he found one.
The masked woman looked at Silby's horn mask and nodded slowly. She smiled and said, "Yes, as long as you can make it fly to a height of 10 meters, the 300 gold coins will be yours.
"Then if I can make it fly to a height of 20 meters, will you give me 600 gold coins?" The masked young man squeezed out of the crowd and asked with a smile.
"Ha ha ha ha ha!"
His witty words caused everyone to laugh out loud.
Someone kindly reminded him, "Young man, do you dare to take off your mask and speak?"
"This is a magic library, not a street performer. You have to be responsible for what you say."
But the young man was unmoved. He stood in front of the woman and asked, "If I can make it fly to a height of 40 meters, will you give me 1,200 gold coins?"
The woman opened her eyes wide and looked at him in disbelief. There was a trace of anger in her eyes, but it quickly disappeared without a trace. She calmly shook her head and said, "I only brought 300 gold coins today. Even if you can make it fly to the moon, I can only give you 300 gold coins."
"Okay."
Silby nodded and walked up to Wizard Barufeo. He said to him, "Let me borrow your iron block."
"Are you kidding me!?"
Wizard Barufeo exclaimed. "No, no, no! Kid, are you done with your hair? Do you want to develop a spell? Go, go, go, go to the side. Incantations are very dangerous, don't hurt yourself.
Silby was unmoved. He crossed his arms and said calmly, "Ugadim Leviosa, try this spell. It should be able to make it controllable."
Barufeo was still angry. He stubbornly said, "Developing a spell needs to be verified by the Spell Research Association. Have you registered it? Do you have any experience? Don't you think I can't tell how old you are by wearing this mask? You can't just randomly cast a spell. Young man, the 300 gold coins are good, but you have to know your limits. I advise you … "
"Do you want to do it, or should I?" Silby was getting impatient. He reached out his hand and said, "If you're worried about the spell, then let me do it."
At the same time, Barufeo's long-winded words caused the surrounding wizards to be unhappy. They all said, "Let him try."
"Don't be so stingy, Barufeo!"
"It's not like I'll lose anything by trying."
Under the pressure, the old wizard Barufeo could only surrender. He angrily took out a box from his pocket, grabbed a handful of casting materials, and sprinkled them on the iron block. He took a deep breath and shouted, "Ugadim Leviosa!"
Boom!!
It was accompanied by a violent explosion.
Barufeo fell on the floor with his head raised. The big black iron block turned into a majestic African Bison and stood on top of him. The African Bison made a mooing sound. It was very confused about its situation.
Laughter swept through the usually serious library. A large group of people who were reading quietly poked their heads out from behind the bookshelves. The masked woman in the red robe also covered her mouth.
Wizard Barufeo was so angry that he sprinkled a handful of magic powder on the African Bison and turned it back into an iron block. After that, he angrily came in front of Silby and asked arrogantly with a sarcastic tone, "Is this your spell, the improved version of the floating spell? Or the bull transformation spell, the masked wizard? "
He dragged out his tone, and his tone was extremely harsh.
Silby didn't say anything and just smiled. He didn't even bother to argue with him.
However, the masked woman in the red robe was staring at him without blinking. She was a rich person.
Silby snatched the magic powder that Barufeo used to cast the spell and said to him. "Listen up, idiot."
After that, he dipped his finger in the magic powder and elegantly flicked it. He said loudly, "Ugadim Leviosa."
Suddenly, the iron block flew up.
Silby stood below and moved his finger without looking at the iron block. The heavy black iron block was like a happy bird, flying over everyone's head. It flew back and forth, drawing a beautiful arc. It flew more than ten meters until it reached the ceiling. If it wasn't for the ceiling, it probably would have flown out.
At this moment, there was no sound in the library.
The onlookers all had their mouths wide open and looked at the dancing iron block as if they were looking at a miracle.
"It's Sa, not Spell, Sa!"
Silby mercilessly pointed out Barufeo's mistake and said, "If you don't even know music, then you're delusional to think that you can communicate with nature through language. What a joke. “
Barufeo looked at the flying iron block and knelt down in front of the masked boy. He said in shock, "You … You … When did you develop this spell?"
"Three minutes ago."
Silby said calmly.
Barufeo's face was as pale as a defeated dog. After that, he lay on the ground with tears streaming down his face. "I've lost … Your talent is truly shocking."
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