Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

"The four founders want to destroy all of these forbidden techniques. They think that this will end the conflict between humans. The naive idea. In fact, conflict is the eternal melody of mankind."

A gentle voice came from behind.

Hoffa and Osivia were shocked, and quickly turned around.

The bleak moonlight shone on the blue-grey masonry ground, but Hoffa saw a dilapidated old-fashioned wheelchair slowly turning out of the pile of books about ten meters away from him. There was a wheelchair wrapped in gray cloth. the man.

Looking at the wheelchair in the moonlight, Hoffa took a step back uncontrollably.

He has gray hair and gray eyes. Wearing a blanket on his body, it was so familiar, but so frightening.

The young man in the wheelchair slowly raised his head, and a smile appeared on the face of the faded porcelain doll. He tilted his head and looked at Hoffa: "Long time no see, brother. I thought you wouldn't come."

Hoffa shuddered, a feeling of insanity appeared in his mind, and he swallowed: "Silby......???"

"it's me."

"Aren't you... dead?

Hoffa's Adam's apple throbbed, feeling the collapse of the worldview.

"I buried you myself by the sea in Barcelona."

"Dying." Silby touched his chin. "You mean, the death of the fuck?" He chuckled, "Then I would have died long ago."

"More than 1,000 years ago, he was dead. Died under the curse of Salazar Slytherin. He cursed me because of the Forbidden Art Library, so that I could never use magic."

He pointed to the white tomb next to him and said:

"This is the tomb they prepared for me, but they haven't had time to use it. It's a bit wasteful to think about it."

Hoffa felt that his head was short-circuited for a while. Wasn't this guy being sieved in front of his eyes? Why did a guy who was buried in the ground with his own hands appeared in front of him inexplicably, still using such an inexplicable tone of vicissitudes Talk to yourself.

"Mind if you chat with me, you have been sitting here for six months, and your **** is numb, although I don't have a butt." Silby said with a smile.

Hoffa's cold sweat began to ooze, and he and Osivia looked at each other. Both saw each other's shock.

The wheelchair rolled slowly and came to the tomb of the pile of books. Silby looked up at the milky white tomb and looked around at the four white statues around, muttering with a look of remembrance:

"This school was founded by me and them. All the principals at Hogwarts died in their posts, but I did not.

Because of my knowledge, because of my choice, because of human weakness and conservativeness, they expelled me from the school, leaving me humiliated to die outside, even my coffin was abandoned outside. "

"who are you.....?"

Hoffa broke into a cold sweat, and he even wondered if his memory had been tampered with.

"I don't remember my original name anymore, it's too far away. But I have many nicknames, so many, so many that I can't even count them myself. I can choose a few and tell you."

The boy calmly said: "I, half-man king. The most proficient mechanical master in Muggle technology.

I, the library of taboos, the first person who is proficient in all taboos and mysteries, all ambitious people want to learn and use.

I am the first headmaster of Hogwarts and the master of magic cursed by Salazar Slytherin. "

Hoffa was dumbfounded, and he realized that this guy's paralysis was not due to physical reasons: "You...kill yourself?"

"To be honest, I don't feel much, I have died about a thousand times."

Osivia murmured: "On earth...how did you do it?"

"Among these hundreds of forbidden techniques, there are still many ways to keep people alive, depending on whether you are willing to use them."

Silby pointed to the pile of books next to him and said:

"In order to live, I have tried any method. Although the methods are a bit unbearable, the effect is indeed impressive. Over 1,000 years have passed, the founders have long been wiped out, but I am still alive, lingering, and living in the blood of my descendants as a soul. , Relying on pure life to fight against Slytherin’s curse."

Hoffa: "Why...?"

Silby smiled and said gently: "Don't look at me like that. I want to die, I want to die, but my goal in life, my ideal, has never been achieved in thousands of years. So I won't die. At least until I realize my dream, I don’t want to die. Even if I endure a hundred times more pain than death, I will live."

Osivia's voice was hoarse and trembling: "So, you don't care about any library at all."

"Nor can I say that, it's all the hard work of old friends."

He sat in the wheelchair with a gentle attitude and motionless, but his small body projected a huge black shadow, obscuring the sky.

Osivia took a step forward, trembling:

"You asked Hoffa to bring the key into the school. You murdered madly during the year just to blame Dippet for the sake of stealing the Academy Orbs?"

"Stealing? Why do you say so ugly."

The person in the wheelchair said calmly: "Dippet and his comrades are deliberately trying to use my technology to restore their health. He takes the blame for it all. I also want to thank you for your help."

"Help? We...never helped you."

Osivia said with a trembling voice.

"Really?" Silby grinned, "You rescued me from the paralyzed state of surveillance, you found the hidden message I left, and you found Dipeter who was conducting human experiments privately.

You have at least 50% of the credit for the destruction of this school. You said we didn’t work together? "

"Mistaken messages, behavioral inducements. These are the traps you set." Hoffa said.

"Do you think anyone will believe you?"

Silby laughed blankly: "Believe that a man who was expelled a thousand years ago is still alive? I don't exist, I don't exist in any book records, there is no information about me in the world, even the last person in my family, I also died during the summer vacation. No one would believe what you said, others would just think you were a lunatic."

The gentle voice made Hoffa pale. He stood still and looked at Silby, feeling like a moth in a cobweb, falling into a huge conspiracy from the beginning, and the more he struggled , But the tighter he is bound.

The wheelchair grumbled closer, and Silby looked up at Hoffa and said:

"If you agreed to be my secretary earlier, you wouldn't need to make such a big circle. Unfortunately, you are much harder than I thought, Hoffa. It is your destiny to save me, and you can't escape."

Hoffa's gaze turned to his arms and found that he was holding a transparent ball in his hand. The ball was the Academy Orb that had disappeared in the Hogwarts Hall. The light of the Orb was dimmer than ever before.

At this moment, he remembered what Aglaia had said to him, that the Slytherin curse was insoluble, and only someone could replace or destroy the source of the magical power.

Although Salazar Slytherin was dead, he left his magic power in the Hogwarts Orb.

He understood that the goal of this guy from the beginning was not a library, but a Hogwarts Orb with Slytherin magic.

Everyone was fooled by him.

Hoffa looked at his gray eyes and murmured, "Are you such a bastard?"

Silby laughed and shook his head.

"Hoffa, I warned you that the real strong need no sympathy. Even if there is only one brain left, I am still strong."

Finished.

He slowly untied the blanket on his body and stood tremblingly from the wheelchair. It seemed that because he hadn't walked for too long, he just got up and fell to the ground with a flat touch.

The Hogwarts Orb rolled to the ground.

This funny scene didn't make Hoffa amused at all, he could only perceive the terrifying horror.

I saw him standing up tremblingly while leaning on his wheelchair.

"How is it, my new body, brother?"

After getting up, he smiled and tapped his chest, making a banging sound.

"Although cursed, the curse cannot continue to the dead. This is the product of my invention in the last century. It can barely let me experience the feeling of a living person."

Hoffa shed a cold sweat, and saw that above Silby's neck was a human, but from below his neck, it was all made of steel, and the cold light flashed with inexplicable purple pulses.

Silby pointed to his back and said, "This is my family, my family. Speaking of which, I would also like to thank you for sending my **** back to the burial place."

Hoffa looked at the people who were standing on their knees quietly on the surrounding lake, and his stomach was sour. He asked softly, "These are all the people you have parasited? You take your own family and your descendants as Slytherin curses. Your shield?"

Silby nodded: "In return, I gave them immortality and endless power.

When I get rid of the Slytherin curse, it will be easy to reshape them. This is just a simple investment, a profitless business, anyone can think of it. "

Osivia was completely speechless.

Hoffa shook his head and said hoarsely: "Are you the devil?"

"How is the wizard in the eyes of mortals different from the devil, afraid of what you are afraid of, afraid of what you don't understand."

Osivia was a violent spirit, she gritted her teeth and took a step forward: "I'm not afraid of you."

"Because you think you have nothing to lose?" Silby grinned:

"But have you thought about the old housekeeper of your house, and this Mr. Bach who stands by your side and cares about you very much."

With that, Silby shot like lightning, and without warning, stopped the two black mechanical fingers one millimeter away from Hoffa's eyeballs.

He was so fast that Hoffa and Osivia didn't react at all, and Hoffa didn't even blink.

When Osivia reacted, she shouted sharply: "What are you doing!?"

Silby retracted his finger disdainfully, and said with his hand: "Living in the world, there will always be too much worry. You think your family is shot by me, you will understand the darkness of this world? Haha, but you don't. understand."

Silby got closer, tilted his head and said softly, "You don't understand, you have never experienced true despair. You are Osvia Romanov, the only blood of the Romanov family. A gifted girl from the Soviet Union, The youngest transformation master, no one knows, no one knows. There is always someone standing by your side, helping you and doing things for you."

He turned around and stood with his hand held up: "But, don't come to me with anger, try to prove yourself. You will never understand this world."

After speaking, Osivia was pale and short of breath, unable to speak a word.

Silby tilted his head slightly and waved his hand: "Okay, remove the Slytherin and Ravenclaw will stay."

At this moment, on the ground, all the structures kneeling on the ground all stood up. The dazzling red light flashed, and they surrounded this white stone island in the blink of an eye.

Ravenclaw...

When Osivia saw the orb, a glimmer of enlightenment flashed in her eyes, she turned her head abruptly, and gave Hoffa a push.

"Hurry up. His goal is you."