I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 47: The Dancer of the Cold Valley
In his previous life, as the leader of the Dark Soul group, Louis had done many harm to newcomers, such as recommending them to chop old ladies after entering the high wall.

When he saw the newcomers wailing helplessly in front of the dancers and taking screenshots and dissing him in the group for harming the newcomers, Louis always managed to give a nasty and hearty smile.

After all, watching people suffer is part of the fun.

"You will get your retribution!!!!" The newcomers always say this, but Louis has never believed in fate. Who believes in retribution these days?
But now, looking at the dancer in front of him who was struggling to get out, Louis' eyes were moist.

Perhaps, this is retribution.

He swallowed hard, this matter was definitely not going to end well today.

In his sight, the dancer struggled hard in the black mist, broke free from the inexplicable restraints, and then landed on the ground gracefully and lightly.

Like the knights sent out by Pope Sullivan, the dancer's body was almost beast-like. Her body proportions were very imbalanced, her thin body was hunched, and her arms and legs were too long. The mask on her head completely covered her face, which should be considered a good thing. Her face must have been severely damaged after being beast-like, so this was considered to be the last bit of her dignity.

In her left hand, the dancer held a flaming curved sword, which was about as long as her arm. The sunlight pouring down from the dome shone on her sword, and the cold light shone brightly, making people feel cold in their hearts.

For no reason, a piece of advice unique to the Ashes popped up in his mind.

There is the tun in front, so it's time for the tongue.

Louis shook his head, throwing this inappropriate and erotic advice out of his mind, and stared at the dancer closely to prevent her from attacking him suddenly.

The dancer's steps were light and graceful. Unlike the others, she did not have a particularly strong desire to attack. After she emerged from the black fog in the dome, she paced around the church non-stop, seemingly enjoying the long-lost freedom without any restraints.

The entire church was in deathly silence; the only sound that could be heard was the clear "step, step, step" sound of the dancers' footsteps.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew from outside the church. At the same time, the dancer moved with it, raised the curved sword high, stepped with her slender legs, and chopped down at Louis' head!
Louis didn't dare to be careless, and quickly chanted a spell to protect himself.

"Protego!"

A huge force came from the wand, causing his arm to ache slightly. This was the first time he felt overwhelmed.

He knew very well that he could only withstand such attacks twice at most. If he took more than that, his armor would be broken.

*You have gained 2000 points of Armor Proficiency.

He quickly rolled away, and the strong wind behind him was as sharp as a knife, blowing his back and making it feel cold to the core.

With a loud bang, the dancer's curved sword hit the ground with a dull sound.

She was truly worthy of the title of the dancer of the Frigid Valley. She twisted her body in an incredible arc and stretched out her right hand without the sword, trying to catch Louis.

Louis rolled over again and escaped from the clutches of this evil creature.

I can only say that although escaping is shameful, it is indeed useful.

If you get caught like this, the next move will definitely be a sword piercing your heart. Don't ask, the answer is that you have been caught dozens of times in the game.

"Sectumsempra! (Sectumsempra!)"

The sharp magic sword flashed with a faint light and chopped off the dancer's head.

*You have gained 1000 points of Shadowless Divine Sharpness proficiency.

This is the real world, there is no health bar like in the game, and Louis has no idea what kind of damage his spell has caused to the dancer.

Louis hit the dancer, leaving a tiny cut on her helmet. She seemed to feel pain, and swung her curved sword, but Louis dodged quickly, and her curved sword chopped on the pillar, breaking it. Louis looked at the broken pillar with a shudder, thinking that if the sword had hit him, he would have been ready to start over.

Without hesitation, he turned around and continued running. Sure enough, the dancer swept across and immediately followed up with a spinning backslash.

Louis decided not to hold back any longer. He kept his distance and cast seven or eight consecutive spells at the dancer's head without showing any mercy.

The dancer, under the spell, chopped the chair where Louis was originally standing.

Louis was running and the dancer was chasing him, striking him with seven swords in succession, one fast, one slow. Each sword was as ghostly and omnipresent as a leech on the tarsal bone, narrowly brushing past Louis. There was not even the slightest space for him to release his spell, and the feeling of oppression was extremely strong.

There had never been a moment when he was more eager to learn how to Apparate than now.

What kind of mage is it without flash, asshole!

His robe was also torn, so he simply took it off and threw it aside, since it was in the way anyway. As he was running and taking off his clothes, the dancer half-knelt on the ground, gently twisted her right hand, pulled out a ball of orange-red flame from the ground, and squeezed it hard.

The blast caused Louis to fall over. The dancer took advantage of the situation and stabbed him with her curved sword. Louis struggled back, and the sword, carrying the wind, pierced into the ground between his legs.

He was covered in cold sweat, and he somersaulted off the ground and ran away without looking back. Without even looking back, he stretched his hands behind him and madly fired his magic at the dancer.

Damn it, just ten centimeters, just ten centimeters! Senior sister will be a widow for life...

Do you know how much damage a stab can do to an eleven-year-old?

The dancer stopped chasing Louis and half-knelt on the ground again, with black mist rising around her body, swallowing the spell shot at her. The dancer pressed her right hand on the ground and slowly pulled out a straight sword that was almost exactly the same as the original one from the black mist!

The veil behind her head fluttered like a ghost, her arms were raised, and her limbs twisted into a twisted arc in a strange way.

The woman who was once as gentle as water, was dancing the most graceful dance in the world. Her body kept spinning, and she wielded two straight swords like windmills, gracefully sending Louis an invitation to the Hell Ball.

Louis really tried his best. He believed that even Bolt could not run faster than him.

After all, there is no girl wielding two swords and looking sad behind Bolt.

The sword wind brought by the dancer blew all the tables, chairs and pillars in her path into pieces, and Louis had no choice but to run for his life.

At this moment, his legs felt like they were filled with lead and began to become uncontrollable. A rough feeling with a taste of rust slowly rose in his throat.

After all, humans are different from the ashes in the game, and there is no green bar...

Without adequate rest, physical strength cannot be replenished.

The dancer seemed to be dizzy, she lowered her head and stopped moving. Louis took this opportunity to strike her helmet with a few sharp swords, cutting off the veil.

In a flash, the dancer who was hit raised her head suddenly, jumped high at a twisted angle, and aimed the sword straight at Louis' throat!
Louis had no way to avoid it at this point, the dancer's movements were so fast that he had no room to dodge as he was leaning on the only remaining pillar.

He could only watch as the dancer's two swift swords flashed with cold light and pierced his throat.

In the dancer's eyes, the pocket-sized ash in front of her seemed to have exhausted all her means, and her two curved swords had completely blocked all his escape routes.

A trace of inexplicable regret flashed through her cold heart, which had long been sealed by the Pope.

What a pity...

(End of this chapter)