Ravenclaw just stood up.

A loud salute broke the concentration of Slytherin and Gryffindor.

It turned out to be a salute from the other side of the square.

Bang, bang, bang!

The explosion made Ravenclaw dizzy.

From the musicians' balcony across the square, the wailing of flutes, the trilling of long pipes, the screaming of violins and the roar of horns were heard at the same time. But the most disturbing thing was the sound of the salute, which made her skin crawl. It was like a huge heart.

My heart is beating wildly somewhere, unwilling to be lonely.

She glanced at her tarot cards.

Upright tower.

It was an extremely ominous omen, enough to make even the calmest astrologer feel uneasy. Great destruction is coming, and the time is now. What will happen?

Silby, dressed in bright clothes and riding a white horse, slowly walked out from the road covered with flowers.

He was already very good-looking, and with his extremely stylish attire, he even looked proud of others.

At this moment, it was as if all the wizards had turned into ducks. The only walking white swan he became was that he was transformed from an ugly duckling.

"hateful..."

Slytherin said fiercely.

Ravenclaw looked at Sylby with a frown, then shifted his gaze to the divination he had calculated, and kept rubbing his chin, thinking about something.

...

Silby noticed the sword-like stares from the crowd, and also saw Slytherin and Gryffindor, but he didn't care much at this time.

After three months of study, he was exposed to the most difficult and advanced magical knowledge. With this inheritance, many wizards who were previously unattainable to him became transparent.

His attention was completely focused on Queen Pandora, who was sitting on the throne, quietly waiting for him. In front of her was a gold and silver dinner plate with fragrant food and dark red glass.

The wine bottle. And the wand that symbolizes the king's power, the wand of the previous king.

It was a gift prepared by the queen for him. As long as he gave her his gift, he would gain the right to rule the city.

...

The sunlight was dazzling and distorted, and amid the high temperature, the wedding march continued with its abnormally loud tones.

Ravenclaw's eyes moved to his divination pattern again, but it changed form.

From the dark and dangerous tower just now.

Transformed into a red emperor, he sat on the throne, wearing a crown inlaid with gems, holding a scepter symbolizing power and status in his hand. He had a rich and experienced face, even though he was already the king of a country,

But still wearing armor, he seemed to have unquestionable authority, and was quite confident and firm.

Strange, who touched his divination?

Ravenclaw looked at Slytherin and Gryffindor, but they were staring intently at Silby on the white horse. The same was true for everyone else, and it was completely impossible for them to use their divination.

Ravenclaw was confused for a moment.

She sat down and took a glum sip of the wine in her glass, thinking that maybe she was being too preoccupied. There was no bad omen that wouldn't happen for a thousand years.

Just hold on for a few more hours. Maybe when the banquet is over, she can make an appointment with Slytherin and Gryffindor, leave the city, and go back to England to see the sights and mountains...

...

Finally, Silby's horse stopped in front of the throne in the square.

Next is the time for gift giving. According to the tradition of the Iberian Peninsula, the bride and groom must give each other a gift before the wedding, usually a ring. Of course, sometimes it is other binding tokens.

However, the two of them had already come to a conclusion about this token.

Turn over and dismount.

Silby walked to the steps, looked around and said loudly, "Today, I have a gift to give to my future wife. This is a spell created by me, prepared only for one person in the world."

As he spoke, he took out a gold and silver cylindrical lock cylinder from his arms. The thing sparkled in the sun, as if it contained endless power.

He strolled forward, bowed with an unusually standard gesture, and placed the silver tube in the hand of Queen Beatrix I.

The salute fires again.

Although most wizards do not like to see Silby because he is too young and too dazzling. But at this moment, they still applauded them under the influence of reproductive instinct. This is the strange effect brought about by the wedding atmosphere.

The Queen took the silver tube tremblingly. She took a deep breath and rotated the silver tube with endless desire. She wanted to take out the supreme spell that Silby placed in it.

Only to find that it didn't move at all.

If you look carefully, you will see that there is a row of extremely complicated combination locks on the silver cylinder. Each combination roller is inlaid with twenty-six small pieces of gold. The gold is engraved with English letters as big as ants. There are eight rollers in total.

.

"This...this is?!"

the queen asked in astonishment.

Silby bent down steadily, leaned close to the queen's ear, and whispered softly: "Let's play a game, dear, I put a spell in the combination lock. As long as you guess the code correctly, you can open it.

Get the most powerful spell I've ever created."

The queen's joyful face gradually cooled down, and she stood up slowly, "What do you mean?"

"Come on, take a guess."

Silby smiled softly and said: "But you only have one chance. I have added extremely concentrated acid to the combination lock. If you try to force it open, the spell hidden inside will be destroyed."

The queen was stunned, her eyes widened under the dazzling sunlight, and black lines appeared one after another on her flawless neck and forehead.

Silby was indifferent to the anger of the beautiful woman in front of him, and he continued to tease her as if he was playing with fire:

"By the way, in order to play this game with you, my dear lady, I specially cast a forgetting spell on myself before coming here. That is to say, if you ask me what the spell is, I won't be able to remember it for the time being.

"

The more he spoke, the bigger the crack in his lips became. When he said the last word, his face was filled with uncontrollable happiness.

Queen Beatrix's face turned from flushed to pale, "You are kidding me."

"Oh~ How could it be? If you know me, you should know what the password is." Silby said: "How about it, are you interested in getting to know your lover?"

Boom!

The salute fires again.

Along with the courtesy, countless colorful ribbons and dots of candies fell from the sky. Rows of singers walked in from the other end of the square. They played horns, harps and leather bagpipes. The singers' fingers brushed the harp strings, and the square was filled with joy.

A loud but somewhat noisy tune.

Except for the confused Gryffindor, the cold Slytherin, and the restless Ravenclaw, other wizards in the square applauded. Let’s talk about the future. When the couple exchanged tokens, they gave them enough face.

.

But at the top of the square, Queen Beatrix said in a trembling voice with an extremely angry tone: "You...are...playing...me, brat!"

"Each other."

Amidst the cheers, Silby said warmly in a voice that only the two of them could hear. The two of them were so intimate that to outsiders, it looked like the newlyweds were whispering sweetly.

"My skills are still far behind yours," Silby said.

Queen Beatrix laughed angrily and swept away all the food on the table in front of her with one palm.

Bang! Bang!

As the silver plate and golden bowl clattered to the ground and flew far away, the exquisite food on the plate became a mess. The dark red wine in the glass wine bottle flew out like blood.

The musicians who played and sang were frightened, and the loud music turned into harsh noises. The expressions of the cheering wizards froze, and their palms stopped in the air. The square suddenly became silent, and the only thing that could be heard was the sharp and extremely angry cry of the queen: "

She shouted sternly: "You dare to play tricks on me, come here! Get this person down for me!!"

With a rumble, groups of golden-armored soldiers rushed out from behind the square. They all raised their golden spears, and the spear tips radiated extremely sharp light in the sun.

The space was distorted. Dark golden lines like a grid appeared one after another on Sylby's extraordinarily gorgeous groom's dress. They gradually became brighter, and eventually they were like a big fishing net, tightly binding Sylby.

Tied to death.

Silby kicked the long table without hesitation and waved his arms.

He let out an angry shout: "Ha!"

The long table was kicked back by a huge force. His ceremonial robe was blown by a strong wind blowing from the inside out, and was broken into countless pieces. The pieces were still pieces of cloth when they flew into the air, but when they fell to the ground, they were just like pieces of cloth.

Turned into a golden rope.

This was not over yet. The violent wind blowing out of Silby's body transformed into countless extremely sharp and completely unrecognizable wind blades.

Tens of thousands of wind blades swept past, blowing straight towards the queen and her guards.

boom!

The bald herald appeared out of nowhere, stretched out his hand, smashed the long banquet table to pieces, and stood it up in front of Queen Pandora.

Click, click, click!
To be continued...