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Including Mr. Gao and everyone who came from Hogwarts, they all looked up.
Above the sky, Kunpeng's head slowly emerged from the clouds.
For the first time, the audience on the ground witnessed this giant beast from ancient times.
Its vast head was like an aerospace mothership, and the shadow it cast covered the vast earth. Everyone felt that the light suddenly dimmed, as if it had jumped from day to dusk in an instant.
The pressure brought by the huge monster is suffocating.
Even though they all knew it would not hurt them, when Kunpeng's huge body flew out of the clouds, every where they looked was the dull blue skin of the fish's belly, and they still felt fear welling up from the bottom of their hearts.
They subconsciously wanted to escape, but when they turned around in panic, they found that the light that was not blocked by Kunpeng was so far away from them.
"Don't be afraid." Dumbledore's kind voice reached everyone's ears, "It has a mild temper."
Kunpeng seemed to be aware of the panic of the crowd and did not descend in altitude, but just hovered in the sky by slightly swinging his fins.
The people who breathed a sigh of relief soon discovered that five figures, with long swords under their feet, flew down from Kunpeng's back and landed in the open space in the middle of the crowd.
Then two more people landed next to the five people with nothing under their feet.
The seven people walked up to Dumbledore, clasped their fists and said, "Hello, Headmaster."
"Please take a seat, everyone." The old man smiled and raised his hand with his palm facing upwards, pointing to the spectator seats not far away.
"You too please."
A group of people walked over together, and the woman carrying a long sword of a different style from the others said, "Principal, you can just call me Xiao Luo. Is that Mr. Gao?"
“You should have seen the photos.”
"Confirm." Luo Xiling turned her head slightly and glanced at Mr. Gao who was slowly following behind her. "He wants to fight with you?"
"It's a competition."
"oh.
Will there be blood?"
Dumbledore raised an eyebrow: "Of course."
certainly?
Affirmation or denial?
Why does this old man like to play guessing games just like Master?
Luo Xiling almost couldn't help but complain, but fortunately she restrained herself.
Everyone walked to the wooden platform and sat down on the neatly arranged single wooden chairs. Mr. Gao, who was a step behind, didn't care that no one responded to him and just found a seat and sat down.
Yue Ruo beside Luo Xiling muttered, "Xiao Luo, did you gain anything?"
"What did you gain?" She looked confused.
"Intelligence." Yue Ruo lowered his voice and spoke vaguely because his extraordinary hearing was extremely sharp.
"We just got here, how can we get any information?" Luo Xiling waved her hand. "I suspect our master should be here by now. Let's go ask him after the game."
Feeling that it made sense, Yue Ruo didn't say anything more.
The audience and contestants were all present, but Dumbledore did not immediately announce the start of the competition. Instead, he closed his eyes and seemed to be waiting for something.
The queen sitting next to him was not in a hurry either.
In order to increase momentum, she mobilized all the media affiliated with the royal family and relaxed the censorship to allow as many foreign reporters as possible to gather.
This group of people were the first to recover from Kunpeng's oppression, and they were already holding up their cameras and taking pictures non-stop.
If the start of the match is delayed a little, they can take more photos, which the Queen is happy about.
To be honest, if she hadn't considered that the noise would interfere with the game, she would have even called a helicopter.
The reporters pulled their cameramen as close to the viewing area as possible, until Mr. Gao's indifferent gaze swept over them, and they shuddered and stopped.
After a few seconds, seeing the other party looking away, they immediately became excited: "Hurry up, take a closer look!"
They couldn't help but be excited.
The extraordinary people who were mysterious in the past actually gathered together in dozens of people this time. Among them were Mr. Gao and Huaguo Shanmen who have attracted much attention recently. They couldn't hold back and took pictures.
As time passed, more and more people came.
The space inside the venue was limited, but it did not stop the enthusiasm of the audience. They set up wooden ladders and climbed onto the top of the wall to look around.
Fortunately, Toby had anticipated this and reinforced the wall, otherwise it would have collapsed.
The sun was slowly setting in the west. Toby looked at his watch and asked Dumbledore, who was sitting in front of him, "Headmaster, what are you waiting for?"
"Wait someone."
"Asahi-sennin?"
"Do not."
"Who is that?"
"coming."
"Hahaha..." A heroic and rough laugh came from the gate. Everyone looked over and saw a sturdy man carrying an iron stick walking towards the spectator seats with an indifferent step.
He was about forty years old, with a sturdy build, wearing long trousers. His exposed upper body was covered with dense hair, but the top of his head was strangely shiny and completely hairless.
Thanks to the bald head, from a distance one can barely tell that he is a human being, and would not be mistaken for a brown bear standing up.
"Hey, old man." He sat down in the empty seat to the left of Dumbledore. "My student went to No. 17 a few months ago. After graduation, ask your student to compete with him."
Without waiting for Dumbledore to reply, he turned to look at Mr. Gao who was sitting in the back row and said, "Xiao Gao, how are you doing lately?"
"Yeah." Mr. Gao's response was cold.
Dumbledore didn't seem too enthusiastic about paying him any attention, and stood up and announced, "The game begins!
The first match is between Aisha from Durmstrang and Toby from Hogwarts!"
Toby was thinking about something with his head down when he heard his name. He looked up instinctively and found that everyone was staring at him. Then he realized it belatedly and asked in astonishment, "My first game?"
"What are you standing there for?
Go up! "
He hurriedly got up and saw a girl in a sea-blue magic robe standing on the ring.
The ring was crowded with spectators, and the girl must have flown up on a broom.
Toby felt a little embarrassed as he glanced at the crowd that was leaving no trace.
Ask them to make way?
But the little girl was riding a broom, would it make the noise less noticeable if I walked over to her?
Fly? I can't!
He hesitated on the spot, and the audience looked at him in confusion.
Dumbledore smiled and shook his head, flicking his fingers slightly. Toby felt a force wrapping around him, and then his feet left the ground and flew above the ring.
Which is better, using magic items or using your own strength?
It is undoubtedly the latter.
After a brief analysis, the audience quickly came to a conclusion and clapped excitedly, chanting his name rhythmically: "Toby! Toby! Toby!"
Toby landed on the wooden floor and took a deep breath to calm his pounding heart.
"Can we start?" the little girl asked, shaking her teaching stick.
"Yes." Toby's face was solemn and he raised his staff.
Both parties saluted each other according to the procedure, and when they straightened up, they shouted at the same time: "Disarm you!"
In the stands, Luo Xiling watched the two people fighting back and forth, her eyes full of curiosity: "Sister Yue, I think magic is quite interesting."
"What do you mean?" Yue Ruo replied without moving his eyes, following his duties as an employee of the Special Investigation Bureau.
"Look at them, they throw fireballs and lightning bolts, but I can't do that. I can only control the flying sword."
"Hahaha..." The sturdy man heard it and laughed again, "Doesn't the mountain gate have magic? Didn't Professor Xu teach you?"
Hearing the words "Professor Xu", Luo Xiling didn't realize for a moment that it was referring to her master. She tilted her head and asked blankly: "Professor Xu is... Oh, you mean my master."
She nodded suddenly and said, "Of course there are magic spells in the mountain gate, but I still... Oh, I remember, you said your students went to No. 17, are you a Russian extraordinary?"
"Supernormal?" The sturdy man looked strange, "Well... I would rather you call me a warlock."
The reporters in the audience had long been curious about the sturdy man who suddenly appeared, but due to the lack of clues and Dumbledore's failure to introduce him, they could only guess his origins in their minds.
When he heard the two of them talking about this, he immediately pricked up his ears.
"China also has sorcerers." Luo Xiling looked at the sturdy man's upper body, which seemed to be covered with a sweater. "You and ours..."
"It's different." He shook his head and said silently, "Although we can both stir up the wind, the essence is completely different. Well... it's difficult to explain.
Ask your teacher when you go back."
Luo Xiling really wanted to curse.
Do you eat oil cakes? Huh? Do you eat oil cakes?
If you bring up this topic yourself and don’t say anything, I’ll strangle you to death!
Of course, she was just fantasizing about it in her mind and wouldn't actually do it.
First, he didn't offend me. Second, judging from his attitude towards Mr. Gao and Dumbledore, he is an extraordinary person with "something".
Can't beat it.
Luo Xiling was very angry and didn't want to pay attention to him. She straightened her head and looked at the two people fighting fiercely on the ring.
Dumbledore seemed to be performing some magic, and the fireballs and lightning they released flew everywhere, but none of them flew over the fence.
After looking at the old man and not being able to see what was going on, she put it aside for the time being and continued to watch the fight.
The battle between the two is coming to an end.
The little girl's magical power was not weak, but she seemed to lack experience. Toby seized the flaw in the afterswing of her skill and hit her with a petrification spell, causing her to lose unfortunately.
Dumbledore stood up and announced the result, and also announced the contestants for the next round.