Chapter 437 Star-Lord

Because he inherited Ron's memory from this world, Ron knew the rules of the duel.

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

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

This is why Harry emphasized that the magic his enemies know is very advanced.

What they had just adopted was a targeted attack, that is, targeting one of the enemies and killing him twice.

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

But during the duel, Harry and Ron made a mistake in their tactics, and the enemy teammate died once in his place.

In other words, they had just killed their opponents three times in total, wasting their output.

The so-called pulling up refers to resurrecting the dead teammates at the cost of being unable to cast spells for a period of time when one's own team still has life left.

But just now Ron failed to dodge, resulting in him and Harry being defeated by the enemy while still having one life left.

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

"Come again." Ron nodded.

Even entering the duel field again, Ron couldn't help but feel a sense of pride like the first time he entered.

Consciousness continues to rise, descending on the battle platform full of ancient marks. Every trace seems to be telling a moving epic. Countless pairs of scorching eyes seem to come from all directions, making people's blood boil.

Boom, boom, boom!

War drums resounded across the battlefield.

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

"Quil, stop doing that stupid dance of yours, the duel has begun." The little raccoon spoke in human language, then turned to Ron and said, "What are you looking at? I've never seen Uncle Rocket. ! Unlucky, I’m from Earth again, let me tell you first, I’m not a raccoon.”

"Quil, you guy." He kicked the man. "I told you not to do that stupid fucking dance of yours. It's not fucking cool. I really should have passed. Together with Root!”

The man in the leather jacket was so painful that he showed his mask of pain, but he still insisted on dancing to the last step. Then he took off his earphones and looked like he thought he was cool. He lowered his voice and said, "Come And Get Your Love, this is what I listened to." The name of the song, I am Star-Lord, the captain of the Guardians of the Galaxy who defeated [Ronan the Accuser] and protected Xandar and even this galaxy."

Then he turned his head and said angrily to the little raccoon, "I'm your captain! Rocket, you should show me some respect. I don't want to be with you either. Why is Gamora so inexplicably angry with me today?"

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

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

When he just said meet, a huge beam of light shot out from the side of his waist. Rocket Raccoon then jumped out and said, "Let you see what Mr. Rocket is capable of!"

mean!

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

【Holy Shield】

Harry's right hand brought up a stream of silver sparks in the air, and the sparks splashed out, forming an inverted triangular silver shield.

He successfully used the advanced spell of [Armor Protection] with the addition of [Safety Guard] and [Calling God Guard] with a subconscious reaction.

Crack!

But Ron was even faster. In order to be lazy, he turned the phantom talisman into a card. He directly twisted his body and disappeared in place without any previous action.

In the end, half of the energy shells that enveloped the two people rebounded and half missed their targets.

The half of the shot that bounced towards that silly man, Star-Lord, was swatted away by him with a flick of his hand.

He noticed Harry and Ron's surprise, and after turning in a circle, he said, "The other half of my bloodline is said to come 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 nothing special in the universe.

The most indispensable thing in the universe is gods. They are ruthless and have left various descendants on various planets.

Most of them, who would never have divine power in their lifetime, were successfully activated with the help of the duel field.

But it's not like Harry has never faced such an opponent before. The same spell, obviously with crude spell casting skills, is extremely powerful and produces extraordinary effects.

The Star-Lord in front of him, his divine power, and his performance of casually shooting away the energy cannon just now, are no longer something that can be summarized by ordinary demigods.

The most important thing is

"You are so strong, how come you are in the Epic rank?" Ron acted as a mouthpiece to speak out Harry's thoughts, "You are still matched with us."

The ranks of the duel arena are divided into entry, rookie, elite, outstanding, top, chief, epic, legend, honor, and palace.

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

Wizards who can cast spells without needing to regenerate magic and can do more magic are usually in the first rank, which is also the rank of most Hogwarts students.

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

Among them, Harry almost reached the legendary level.

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

The gap from epic to legendary is like a natural chasm that has stopped many wizards.

Even among Aurors, the legendary level can be regarded as the elite.

This is why Harry had to flee to Merlin's platform at all costs, because there were guards of the legendary level there.

But this is not difficult for demigods.

As long as they are adults, plus the magic given by the system and the magic copied in the competition, as long as they dare to fight, they will naturally become legendary.

You have to know that the demigod whose divine power is activated by the system is only different from the gods in lifespan.

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

Hearing Ron's doubts, even the thick-skinned Star-Lord couldn't help coughing awkwardly.

He has the hidden worries of most middle-aged men - not lasting.

Of course, this is not the body.

It is the impermanence of the divine power inherited from his cheap father.

As long as the battle time is long, his divine power will decay into ordinary magic.

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

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

"Yondu is really a radiant force to have a son like you!" Rocket Raccoon curled his lips.

"Why don't you just admit defeat?" Harry suggested, "Wait until you finish arguing before matching."

The quarrel between these two 'people' is indeed very interesting, but when he thought that they would suddenly attack in the middle of the quarrel, he lost interest and patience.

"Admit defeat?" 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 flower with his left hand and pointed the gun at the ground.

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

The most feared thing about control spells such as dance spells is that they are not aimed at people, but this leather jacket man aimed at the ground. Did dancing damage his brain?

"Dance!" Harry reminded loudly.

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

The next second, he understood the reason.

The smooth field began to shake violently, cracks appeared one after another, and gravel splashed.

Crack!

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

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 the method that 'Ron' didn't know. He had already exposed the Apparition without pre-swing, and he couldn't do it more.

So

Ron fell to the street.

And 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 in the end because he had no fulcrum and the dodge speed was slow in the flying state.

In the duel hall.

Harry opened his eyes again, "It's so unlucky that we would meet such a powerful demigod at this level."

Ron also opened his eyes, "Is that a dance spell? How can it cause an earthquake?"

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

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

"Do you know the origin of this magic 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 can only expel toxins from the body by dancing wildly until they sweat all over their bodies."

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

"Can it be like this?" 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 was more confident and a little bit of a teacher.

Just like Hermione who had not yet restrained her edges in the first grade.

But for some reason, he did not have the same annoyance towards Harry as Hermione did at that time, only a little bit of peace of mind.

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

If he only played Ron, he could play it as himself.

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

But the body of a Skrull reminds him all the time that he is not Ron, he is just a liar who occupies someone else's identity and lives, and he doesn't know when he will be exposed.

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

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

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

In the brilliant galaxy, a streamlined yellow, blue and silver spaceship shaped like an eagle is speeding.

If an earthling goes inside the cockpit, he will be very surprised, because it is full of elements from the 1980s: scratch and sniff stickers, Alf trading cards, Sony's first generation WalkMan

It is the [Milano] that Star-Lord has been driving since he was 10 years old and has been upgraded and expanded to this day.

Unlike its original fate, it was not seriously damaged when escaping from the Sovereigns and was replaced by the [Betana].

Possessing magic, it was almost effortless to get rid of the little golden men compared to the original stronger Guardians of the Galaxy.

And the space inside it was also expanded to an exaggerated degree by Rocket Raccoon, who is also known as the master of alchemy.

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

Under the swimming pool, Star-Lord and Rocket Raccoon, wearing respirators and closing their eyes, surfaced.

"Win or lose?" Nebula, who was sunbathing under the artificial sun by the swimming pool, opened her eyes.

Gamora's eyelids trembled under the parasol.

"I met him." Star-Lord said.

Gamora opened her eyes.

Star-Lord's voice rose a little, "Someone's information may be wrong. The so-called Supreme Sorcerer may not be as strong as she said."

"Alas, I fell from Legend to Epic just for this."

Gamora couldn't help but stand up, "The Supreme Sorcerer is the Supreme Sorcerer, and his apprentice is his apprentice. And Harry Potter is just his candidate apprentice."

"What I want to confirm is not how strong Harry Potter is. It doesn't matter even if he is a rookie."

"The reason why Thanos is so unscrupulous is that the Supreme Sorcerer cannot leave the Merlin dimension."

"And the apprentice of the Supreme Sorcerer is often the wizard who is most in line with his power and can accommodate the most of his power."

"This generation is Harry Potter."

"So you would rather put your hope on a child, my defeated opponent, instead of looking at me?" Star-Lord puffed out his chest a little aggrievedly, hoping to attract Gamora's attention.

"Yes." Gamora replied ruthlessly, "How about this child?"

Rocket Raccoon, who was watching from the side, laughed out loud.

Star-Lord glared at him and said, "Not bad. He is proficient in spells, has a keen combat instinct, can predict in advance, and can even learn flying magic at this age. If I hadn't used my divine power, he probably wouldn't have been defeated so quickly."

"Very good," Gamora smiled, "That's enough."

"How long will it take to get to Earth?" Nebula interrupted.

"Seven Earth days." Star-Lord looked a little uncomfortable, as if he was a little homesick.