Hogwarts: I inherited my legacy

The excitement is all theirs, and has nothing to do with me.

At this time, Hailbo, wearing a Muggle vest, stood in the venue, with many emotions in his heart.

In fact, when he saw someone summon the four great masters of Hogwarts to the scene, he had already begun to feel like backing off.

Herbo could accept the appearance of Slytherin because they were both at the legendary level and as the creator of many dark magics, Herbo had a strong inhibitory effect on Slytherin.

Although Slytherin may have surpassed the legendary realm, those higher levels of understanding cannot be exerted at the legendary level, and Slytherin's knowledge reserves at the legendary level are inevitably not as extensive as Helbo's.

Therefore, the person Herbo fears the least is Slytherin.

However, the others were completely different. Whether it was the dueling-loving Gryffindor, the black-bellied witch Ravenclaw, or the seemingly gentle and harmless Hufflepuff whose magical plants were actually ferocious, none of them could be easily dealt with by Herbo.

Of course, here, Haierbo used "cannot be easily dealt with", that is to say, if he took out a few puppets from the bottom of the box, he could still compete with these four giants.

At this point, Haierbo was still hesitant, wondering whether to launch his plan now.

However, when he saw the figure that he hated so much, he had already made up his mind - he would run away.

Merlin!

It was this frivolous-looking bastard who caused him to suffer such a big loss for the first time. His magic was very strong, but not ridiculously strong, not so strong that Helbo could not accept it.

But he took advantage of Helbo's inflated mentality and captured him in one fell swoop, causing him to be sealed for eight or nine hundred years!

Until now, Hailbo still hasn't figured out why he fell into Merlin's trap. He has no idea and can't understand it. Anyway, he lost inexplicably.

However, things are unpredictable. There really is someone so bored that he actually believed the rumors left by Herpo and took the trouble to untie the ninety-nine seals set by Merlin and release him.

To be honest, Haierbo himself feels very lucky.

So, when he witnessed Raven successfully awakening this legendary figure, no thoughts of revenge arose in his mind.

At this moment, he knew that he was no longer qualified to take revenge on Merlin, who was beyond legend.

On the contrary, the first thing he thought of was to flee from here, not only because of the disparity in strength, but more importantly, he was worried that his carefully planned conspiracy would be discovered by Merlin. After all, Merlin knew him too well.

As for the other red-haired man... he is irrelevant and not worth paying attention to.

Now that he had decided to escape, Helbo adjusted his mindset, completely immersed himself in the disguised role, and continued to stare at the pumpkin carriage in the center of Stonehenge.

Because there was another burst of fog there just now,

Apparently, Merlin and King Arthur were not the final guests.

Just when everyone was discussing and looking forward to who would be the last to appear,

The first thing that emerged from the mist was a pitch-black blade. The narrow blade was connected to a slender, straight elderberry handle, forming a sickle.

A figure in a black robe slowly walked out, holding the huge sickle in his hand, like a messenger reaping lives.