Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

The magic circle on the ground extended extremely fast, and the Aurors who led the students to flee were not spared. When the magic circle caught up with them, they fell to their knees, some strangling their throats, and others tearing their faces. , Raised eyes.

Within a radius of more than 100 meters, the **** breath permeated.

The four deans also gave up meaningless resistance at this moment, and they took the students and quickly withdrew from here.

Silby walked in the magma, talking to himself.

"A wizard is not a playhouse, a wizard is not a fairy tale, a wizard is a wizard!"

He clenched his fist into his palm and hit the ground with a fist.

Within the huge eye pattern on the ground, several red tentacles appeared around all the people who fell on the ground.

"The farce of a thousand years, it's time to end."

After speaking, he stood up and spread his five fingers.

All the tentacles on the ground have sharp mouthparts from the top, with sharp teeth in the middle.

However, just when he was ready to hold his claws as a fist, and slaughter him.

A figure suddenly rushed out of nothingness without warning, and he suddenly pounced on Silby, as if a long-distance love couple in love suddenly met.

Hoffa walked out of the ghostly state, and clasped Silby's neck tightly. He was panting, foaming at his mouth, and his muscles were loose and trembling. He has no magic power. The magic power comes from the magic crystal on the remnant mechanical broken arm of Silby. Only then did he exhaust the last bit of strength and used the last ghost walk, and finally approached Silby.

Silby was taken aback. After seeing the extra people on his body, he raised his wand and laughed, taunting: "Brother, you haven't fallen yet?"

While speaking, he pinched Hoffa with one hand.

"However, at this point, what do you want to do, do you come to take refuge in me, or count on me to praise you?"

"Ho...you...hugh...think!"

Hoffa's teeth trembled, his arms drooped weakly, and the magic of his whole body fell to the bottom at this moment. His fingers began to dry out and his cheekbones gradually bulged, and he finally experienced the horror of the Slytherin curse firsthand.

"Don't think about it?"

Silby held Hoffa's wand: "Oh? You didn't come to take refuge in me, so you came to grab the wand?"

Pinching Hoffa, Silby smiled evilly: "Brother, your wand is so easy to use, how about giving it to me?"

After speaking, he opened his mouth. In front of Hoffa's face, he swallowed Hoffa's wand into his abdomen with an expression of enjoyment.

"What do you think of me?"

He sneered at Hoffa's face: "Without the magic of the four founders, you are nothing and nothing."

Hoffa’s magic life was both bottomed, cursed and pinched, but he managed to squeeze a smile: "Yes, but...but, I have...Tom...Riddle ......"

"What?" Silby's handsome handsome face showed a trace of doubt. "What Tom Riddle?"

Hoffa's twitching face showed a difficult smile, and murmured: "The taste of Slytherin's curse is really uncomfortable..."

In the next second, a black shadow emerged from Hoffa's seven orifices and poured into Silby's body. The distance between the two faces was a few centimeters, at such a close distance, Silby was stunned for a second, then his complexion changed greatly.

He shook Hoffa abruptly, but it was too late.

Black energy penetrated into his facial features, like a tarsal maggot. Quickly began to extract his magic power to strengthen himself.

He was cursed again.

On the ground, the blood-eye formation that was out of control faded like a tide, and those **** tentacles turned into dots of red magic in the air, dissipating without a trace.

The people who fell on the ground were all excited, curled up into a ball, and coughed tremblingly.

"what!!!"

Silby covered his temples and let out a sky-shaking roar.

Behind him, Tom Riddle, who was holding the ground, opened his mouth and spouted a stream of blood. His face was pale and fell heavily on the ground. The blood leaked from his facial features and seven orifices, and the huge mental backlash directly destroyed his mental power. field.

But the Slytherin curse has been planted.

Silby stumbled over his chest, looked at his palm, his palm was pale, he was sweating, and his teeth trembled wildly.

But he reacted very quickly. The moment he was cursed, he locked the source, and he rushed towards Tom Riddle with his leg pulled out.

Hoffa had already lost all his strength, but looking at Silby, he didn't know where the strength came from. He leaped against the wall, dragged his calf, dragged him to the ground, and held him tightly. , Roared: "Protect Tom Riddle!!"

Dumbledore and the Aurors immediately understood what Hoffa meant, and they quickly turned around and surrounded the Slytherin College, densely packed, blocking the waters surrounding Tom Riddle.

Silby's strength and magic declined rapidly, and he turned around and punched Hoffa in the face.

"Fuck... asshole!"

Silby's teeth trembled and said with hatred: "Ho...Hoho, you...where did you get the curse from!?"

Hoffa didn't show any weakness either. He opened his mouth and spit on the opponent's face, then smashed his punch back: "Is this also in your plan, Silby?"

He raised his hand to grab Hoffa, grabbed his collar, and snarled: "You...you...do you know...you know what you are doing? what!?"

"Of course I know." Hoffa stared at him tightly.

Silby’s magic power was swept away by the curse, and his fingers began to twitch. He put it in front of Hoffa’s eyes and smiled bitterly: "Hey...you're just...just a mere luck. ...Ho, ho, stupid boy who doesn't understand anything..."

"Yes...but, but...but I know what's wrong!!" Hoffa pressed his face firmly, put his fingers in his nostrils and lips, and tried to push him away. . However, at this moment, his strength has also declined to the limit.

"Wrong...hoho...wrong? Wrong? I tell you, ho...hoh..."

The curse spread on Silby's face, making his eyes flushed, his neck veins exposed, and his teeth trembled, but he was unbelievably firm.

"In the world...Ho...In the world, there is nothing wrong...There is nothing wrong, there is only...Ho...There is only success or failure."

After speaking, he hit Hoffa with a punch in the face.

"Dog...shit."

Hoffa also punched him in the face.

"Ho... ho... stupid... sad..." He touched Hoffa's chin with trembling fingers.

This time, none of their fists were as strong as they were at the beginning. But despite this, the two of them still fought like dogs grabbing bones in the mud. You kick me, I give you a punch, you give me a catch, I give you a palm.

A blow is softer than a blow, but no one side stops first. This is no longer a physical fight, but a contest between pure will and a struggle between souls.

Gradually, everyone gathered around.

The Minister of Magic, Dumbledore, the dean, the teachers, teaching assistants, and students all gathered around.

They looked at the two men in the mud pit with bruises and bruises but still entangled crazily. They were so embarrassed that they couldn't tell who was who.

Hoffa had a **** face, locked Silby's neck, and his knees against his back, while Silby pushed Hoffa's chin, clasping his throat with one hand, and spitting blood and foam at the corners of his mouth.

Who can imagine that this is a battle between two wizards?

Dumbledore was shocked. He was shocked. He raised his wand, pointed at Silby, and yelled: "It's all over, half-man king!!"

But Silby didn't look at Dumbledore at all. While shaking, he clung to Hoffa's arm, staring into his eyes with gray eyes, pain on his face, and an indescribable weird smile.

"Ho...Ho...I know...I know..."

He laughed hard.

Seeing this guy smile, Hoffa instinctively felt that something was wrong.

"what do you know......?"

Hoffa tried to tear his hand apart, but this time, even in a cursed state, Silby's fingers were still hooked firmly on Hoffa.

"Ho... ho... brother... we... we are like, like... the front and back of a coin... .Ho...Ho..."

While talking, his body turned into dust and scattered with the wind.

Hoffa tore his ears tightly with fingers, and said with a twisted face: "You never want to run away!"

Silby rolled over and pressed Hoffa heavily, gritted his teeth, drooling: "But...but I... are... the front...Ho! ...Hoh...more than a thousand years ago, no one was my opponent, a thousand years later, ho...hoh...the same will not be there ...I'm the damn...the **** is the most talented wizard, always...and always will be!"

As he spoke, half of his body had dispersed, and the other half had gradually become deserted.

Hoffa sensed that the man had lost his lower body, and he immediately roared toward the top: "Stop him, seal, enchantment, no matter what magic it is!"

The wizards on the top are not fools. When Silby first began to desert, countless Aurors and wizards raised their wands and condensed layers of shields and layers of magic knots in the air. World.

"I...I...I admire your will. Ho... Ho... This time, ho... You win, for the time being, But I swear. I swear...Ho...Ho...As long as I have a breath, I will let you know...Ho... .. know... what is reality!!"

Silby opened his **** mouth, and opened his mouth to bite Hoffa.

Hoffa struck Silby in the mouth with a fist.

The punch did not hit anything in kind.

"It's late...hoh...hahahahaha..."

Silby's upper body turned into wind and sand, and as these words were finished, his head disappeared completely, drifting away with the wind, and those defensive enchantments could not stop him at all.

Hoffa hit the ground with a fist, slamming it.

He gasped heavily and wiped the ground. Silby had long since disappeared, not even ashes left, and disappeared without a trace even with his wand.

The anger and frustration made him kneel to the ground, straighten up, bend down, and hit the ground with a punch.

"hateful!"

"hateful!"

"hateful!"

"hateful!"

"hateful!"

"hateful......"

......

He stomped and repeated, his voice getting lower and lower, until it slowly disappeared. He knelt to the ground motionless.

Surrounded by deathly depression and silence, after this sudden and crazy battle ended, the old school that was originally magnificent was now collapsed by more than half, with broken walls and remnants of flames everywhere.

The ghosts of the castle hovered silently in the sky in horror, daring not to fall.

In the sky, the bright moon still cast moonlight coldly on the ground, and the moonlight shone on Hoffa, who was kneeling, pulling his figure away from the old elders.

A cold wind blew by, and strands of gray hair fluttered with the wind, falling on the faces of the surrounding wizards who raised their wands.

Only then did they react to the shock of the disappearance of the half-man king, looking at Hoffa, who was motionless on the ground. Agleia and Miranda suddenly wanted to rush down.

But he was stopped by Dumbledore. He stared at Hoffa, who was lying motionless on the ground, and said softly: "I'm here, don't shake him violently."

Afterwards, he walked down the **** and hugged Hoffa slowly.

After picking up, people discovered that he was already overstretched and fainted. His gray hair slowly fell off with the wind, and Dumbledore took a short step, and the nails on his fingers fell to the ground due to the vibration, revealing the pale flesh and blood behind him.

Dumbledore stood for a while, stretched out his hand, not daring to touch the fragile body any more. He directly used magic to make Hoffa float in the air, then raised his wand and slowly backed away to separate the crowd.

The crowd parted a path for him silently, and Aglaia covered her mouth, tears streaming down uncontrollably. Miranda held her shoulders without saying a word, her face gloomy and pale.

Osivia looked at Hoffa floating in the sky, her nails falling off, but still clenched fists, her eyes were extremely complicated.

As the school hospital was completely destroyed, Dumbledore led Hoffa to the direction of the hall.

Several other deans picked up other students who were injured at the scene, such as Tom Riddle and some prefects, and the four walked towards the hall together.

Teachers and students from blockbuster movies followed them.

Back in the hall, Dumbledore placed Hoffa flat in the air, using magic to create a platform of nothingness, and let him float on it.

Countless students surrounded the platform, and even the Minister of Magic squeezed sideways in front of the crowd, seeming to want to witness this legendary boy who released the super shield.

At this time, all the surrounding students suddenly raised their hands neatly and put them together on their chests. They looked at the young man lying on the magic platform and silently began to pray.

Dumbledore walked to Slughorn and said softly, "Cure him at all costs."

Slughorn, who was as fat as a walrus, took out a silk paw and wiped the cold sweat on his head, turned his head and squeezed out the crowd with difficulty, as if to get medicine.

Then Dumbledore walked to the Minister of Magic who was still in a state of consternation, and said:

"Let Principal Armando and other school doctors come back. Although the principal is at fault, he is not guilty of the crime. You can't let a Hogwarts principal die outside of his post. This will cause unimaginable consequences."

But the Minister of Magic didn't seem to hear him at all, but he stared at Hoffa floating in the sky without blinking, and suddenly asked, "What's his name?"

But Dumbledore stood in front of Hoffa, stopped the Minister of Magic's eyes, and said coldly:

"It's not the time yet, Leonard, don't let fame and politics ruin the light of the world."

"Well......"

But the Minister of Magic shrugged, his eyes still over Dumbledore's shoulders, and he stared firmly at Hoffa, not knowing what he was thinking.