Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

"Duel, win me, scold whatever you want, if you lose, I want you to apologize loudly to us in front of the whole school!" As soon as the words were finished, Sherlock raised his hand and pointed at it. In an instant, the Hungarian hornet attacked him.

It spreads its wings and exerts force on its hind legs, as fast as lightning.

When Hoffa, who had been vigilant, stepped on the ground, he raised his head, leaped high, stepped on the table, and then jumped to more than two meters high, stepping on the back of the tree wasp, and a triple jump came.

The Hungarian hornet rushed into the air, his neck immediately twisted to 180 degrees, and a scorching dragon's breath spurted from his throat.

The fire illuminates Liang Hoffa's face.

Sherlock drew out his wand and flicked it: "Trident!"

A jet of water gushes out from her magic wand, transforming into a trident in the flight room, and taking directly at the young leaping boy.

Hoffa couldn't turn in the air. He was surrounded by water drops and a raging dragon's breath under him.

But before the fire hit Hoffa, he disappeared into the air. The flame passed through his body, and at the same time the curse of the trident fell into the sky, falling to the ground, turning into a large pool of water.

Seeing that boy disappeared, Sherlock seemed to have expected it. She quickly backed away, and in the blink of an eye she retreated to the position of the staff desk in the hall, with her back against the wall.

After Hoffa landed, the pace was lightning fast, he didn't want to keep his hands, just wanted to quickly end this meaningless farce. He followed Sherlock's steps and appeared in front of her. He leaned forward and grabbed his head with his five fingers.

But after approaching, he saw the sneer on the face of Sherlock who was backing away, and she said silently, "Guessed!"

In the next second, Hoffa's outstretched palm directly penetrated the opponent's cold head. Splashing a bouquet of water.

Wow! She turned into a pool of liquid, letting Hoffa's fingers go through her head.

The liquid did not spill, and quickly formed ice.

Hoffa's secret path is not good, it is an assimilation curse! I underestimated her.

His arms were frozen at lightning speed. He secretly said that it is not good, the ghost walk can avoid the damage, but it can't avoid the control!

At this moment, the Hungarian hornet on the side gave him no chance to breathe, and rushed out with his head down like lightning. The sharp spikes all over his neck made it like a charging rhino.

Hoffa leaped high on the human-shaped icicle, trying to seduce the Hungarian hornet to break the ice.

But the ice melted again and turned back to liquid, making him lose his focus in the air. He stomped on the air, controlled by half of the ice, and smashed into the ground.

The tree bee on the ground flicked its tail, and its sharp tail cut to Hoffa's face like a razor.

He couldn't change his posture, and directly transformed his life with magic power, and a circular shield appeared on his arm.

Damn it! !

Like a blade piercing the cloth and the tails of the shield intersected, the huge force made Hoffa and the tree wasp back several steps at the same time. He leaned on the desk of the dean of the academy and stood firmly in front of him while leaning on the chair.

The Hungarian hornet rolled for three and a half weeks, then quickly stood up. The yellow eyes stared at Hoffa.

Hoffa touched his face, stinging. The shield just blocked most of the damage, but he was rushed to prepare and was still swept by the tail of the tree wasp. The razor-like thorns directly left a deep crack on his cheekbone, and blood was injected.

He thought he was a dragon, just a few months old, his power was so terrifying, less than two rounds between the electric light flint, and the cooperation of the wizard and the fire dragon, he suffered a lot of sorrow.

At this moment, the ice in the liquid on the ground squirmed and turned back into a blonde girl. Sherlock looked at Hoffa who was panting, and squinted his eyes and said, "Is this all over, Bach! I was too disappointed."

Hoffa looked around, and the water surrounding him and Sherlock couldn't get through, and the atmosphere showed signs of enthusiasm. The students stared and breathed quickly. The whole hall seemed to be turned into a heart-warming furnace, and why the fighting was no longer important to these students. They just want to see the result, the result of one party's downfall. Before this result appears, no one can leave the hall.

Hoffa's blood flow rate gradually increased, and this atmosphere made him frightened.

"Hope star, shield of light? Oh, do you know what I think?"

With a wave of Sherlock's wand, dense water droplets appeared in the air, and those water droplets were suspended in the air, motionless.

"You are arrogant, indifferent, and always want to be a bystander, you don't deserve to be in this position at all!"

Look at these fine water droplets. Hoffa was surprised secretly in his heart, the other party was so careful, and now he only needs to move a little, even if he is not harmed after entering the ghost walk, but he will still expose his position.

Sherlock tilted his head and smiled: "I can see it? I know your hallucination spell is very powerful, Bach. This is specially prepared for you."

Hoffa: "Do you treat me as an imaginary enemy?"

Sherlock: "That's not true, I just respect every opponent."

After finishing speaking, the Hungarian hornet spread its wings and slapped the ground. The four-meter-long body shot again, faster than before.

Hoffa put his hands together, pierced several stone hands on the ground, and took Sherlock in the distance.

He could see that this fire dragon was completely part of Sherlock, and it was only serious to solve Sherlock quickly.

Sure enough, seeing the owner in danger, the tamed fire dragon should immediately change direction and want to help Sherlock.

Sherlock also saw Hoffa's thoughts. The moment a stone hand appeared on the ground, she rolled on the spot, and directly held the wand in her mouth, and then pressed her palms on the ground, and the ground was covered with several runes.

"Oil Fire Marsh!"

The entire ground covered by the runes of runes turned into a deep black mud. Hoffa sank immediately. The mud sank from his knees to his waist in the blink of an eye!

He made a decisive decision, and the huge Thunderbird wings stretched out behind his back. With a strong force, the huge reaction force made him straight up.

Sherlock sneered and ordered without hesitation: "It's now, Buck!"

The Hungarian hornet spit out dragon's breath!

The dragon's breath is five meters long, and it instantly illuminates a corner of the hall.

The dragon fire snaked and ignited the swamp. Hoffa immediately entered the ghost walk, but this time, the ghost walk could not avoid damage. Because he had just left the swamp and he was still covered with a lot of black mud and oil marsh, the fire burned directly on him, and there was nowhere to hide. His entire lower body was ignited, and the scorching flames seemed to burn him to ashes.

He no longer wasted mana and immediately exited the shadow state.

The battle has become fierce, and the surrounding atmosphere has become more and more frenzied.

"Green basket!"

Sherlock flicked his wand, and the swamp on the ground instantly turned into a spreading vine, tying his limbs like lightning.

The Hungarian tree wasp seized the opportunity. It roared, stood up to a height of two meters, and bit at Hoffa's neck with a big mouth across the blood basin, pure hunting skills.

For a second, Hoffa tilted his head and exposed his neck to the tree wasp.

No one expected Hoffa to make such a suicidal action. For a while, all the onlookers covered their mouths and exclaimed. Sherlock didn't expect it, but it was too late to order to stop it.

The tree wasp did not leave a hand, and bit down ferociously.

Be yelling!

The expected blood splash screen did not appear. With a crisp sound, the tree wasp's fangs left several white marks on Hoffa's neck. The tree wasp held Hoffa's neck and bit off three long teeth.

"hiss!"

"Oh my God......"

Some students covered their eyes and did not dare to look again, and some girls with poor bearing capacity almost fainted.

Aglaia, who watched this scene from a distance, covered her mouth, and her heart almost jumped out.

Sherlock showed a solemn expression, and saw the tree wasp's upper and lower jaws being grasped by two palms. The whole head of the young man in front of him turned into a bright silver metallic color, and the bright silver color was still spreading downward rapidly. Soon, his wings were retracted behind his back, and his whole body became metallic.

The tree wasp was caught by its jaws, and it roared with pain, but its hands were as unshakable as iron tongs. The tree wasp throat moved up and down, and the temperature rose sharply.

boom! !

The orange-red dragon flame completely swallowed Hoffa.

But he didn't evade, just grabbing the tree wasp's head and bathing in the dragon's breath. There are students around who have clenched their fists nervously.

The blazing temperature made Sherlock scold a lunatic secretly. He couldn't stand it so far away. What was that guy thinking?

One person and one dragon held a stalemate for nearly thirty seconds, and the dragon's breath also spit out for nearly thirty seconds. Finally, the tree wasp exhausted its breath and stopped breathing.

At this moment, Hoffa was burnt to orange-red. Each hair is like a bright red metal wire. He grabbed the head of the Hungarian hornet, the magic power transformed life, and hit the opponent's head heavily.

Boom! !

There was a muffled sound.

The dragon's head touched the man's head.

After all, the tree wasp was young, and was hit by this metal-headed hammer and turned back to the ground.

Hoffa clenched a fist with his right hand, and several stones stretched out on the ground, restraining the tree wasp tightly. He looked at his watch whose magic power was declining rapidly, and quickly disappeared in place.

"Damn it!"

Seeing that the dragon's breath had no choice but to hold on to the opponent, Sherlock gritted his teeth and waved his wand again.

Circles of water patterns appeared on her body, Hoffa's arm passed through her neck, and she became liquid again. However, the hot red metal touched the body fluids and quickly evaporated large swaths of water vapor.

Sherlock finally knew why this guy had been willing to be burned by the dragon's breath for half a minute. She looked bitter and secretly cunning.

Seeing that the high temperature had harmed her, Hoffa knew that he had won the bet, so he immediately mobilized the remaining magic power to maximize the mental force field.

Stone pillars rose from the ground, and a stone cage was intertwined directly in the sky, and the two of them were enclosed in an airtight manner.

In the stone cage, Sherlock quickly backed up and turned back into a human form. She covered her red neck, panting, looking at Hoffa.

Hoffa stood on the opposite side and gasped: "I can see that you cannot cast spells in the state of your Elemental Assimilation Curse. Am I right?"

"Really, how long can this transformation technique be supported?"

Sherlock gritted his teeth and sneered: "Without the breath of the tree bee, how long can the high temperature on your body last?"

"Is it?"

Hoffa pointed to the surroundings: "You try to be elementalized in an environment where there is no water at all."

Sherlock's face changed.

"I've seen you use your abilities. Before you used the trident, you turned into a lot of water droplets again and again. Your purpose is not just to restrict my activities, but also to create a watery environment around, so that you can use the elements at any time. The assimilation spell escapes damage. So I guess you can’t assimilate out of thin air, you have to be in contact with water."

There was a moment of silence, and Sherlock resented: "I retract my previous judgment, you really have something."

"Thank you for the compliment. Now that those people outside are isolated by me, can we make peace?"

"Make peace?" Sherlock showed a sarcasm on his face: "Are you for yourself or for the people outside?"

Hoffa was slightly stunned.

Sherlock: "You still want to be a bystander, don't you understand? In this school, no one can live aloof!"

After speaking, a sharp mental force field struck. The cage of broken grips was shattered in pieces, and Hoffa felt a power of faith that he had never seen before.

He glanced at the magic scale on the watch, and cried to himself. The deformation of the human body just now consumes a lot of his magic power, and the activation state consumes a lot of his spirit. He no longer has the ability to fight for a long time.

The two fell from the cage to the ground, and the surrounding students screamed like a tide. In that scream, Sherlock leaped high on the gravel, and the water flow formed a sharp spear in his hand.

Seeing the other party's blonde hair flying freely in the air, Hoffa propped up a narrow shield.

But at this time, it is easy to become abrupt.

Sherlock leaping high was smashed to the ground by the volley, as if an invisible iron fist had hit her cheek.

Behind them was the crowd cheering. They looked at Hoffa, like fanatical fans looking at the team that won the trophy.

But Hoffa stayed on the spot. He looked at his fist and he obviously made a conservative posture, but how could Sherlock be beaten into the air...

Soon, he knew the answer.

Amidst the cheers of the crowd, a skinny teenager walked in from outside the hall, his expression a little sullen. It was Fatiel De La Cess.

Seeing a professor coming over, the crowd dispersed, and the enthusiasm in the air finally faded.

Sherlock got up from the ground with her arms on the ground, all the magic fluctuations disappeared, and her nosebleeds were beaten out.

Fatir, who was as thin as a bamboo pole, stood in front of Sherlock, spit out a puff of smoke, and whispered coldly: "I'm so disappointed, can't you even bear the criticism?"

Sherlock: "Professor...me."

"I am not teaching you how to train your dragon. Obviously, you did not meet my expectations, none of them. Now, take your tree wasp and do what you should do."

There was no warmth in Drasses's voice.

"Yes."

In front of this man, Sherlock, who was still awkward just now, seemed to be a different person. She bowed her head and walked to the Hungarian hornet who was restrained by herself.

Hoffa silently released the shackles of the broken grip. The Hungarian hornet smashed away from its owner. It circled Hoffa curiously, then snorted, walked in front of Sherlock, and returned. How to train the dragon team.

Sherlock followed behind his dragon, his expression a little frustrated.

Fatir walked to the table of the dragon training team, and all the students stood up, all of them bowed their heads like a kid who had made a mistake.

"Let's go." Fatir said lightly.

The dragon training team filed out. When he reached the door, Hoffa saw Fatir glance at himself. He was expressionless, but in those eyes, there was some inexplicable sympathy.

Without waiting for Hoffa to think about the specific meaning of his eyes, Fatir had already led the dragon training team and left the school auditorium into a drizzle and frosty night.