Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Ramiro I's face changed suddenly and lasted only 0.5 seconds.

Then he returned to normal. Under the gaze of the priest and the soldiers, he waved his hand expressionlessly and walked out from the crowd watching him.

Waiting for him to get on the carriage brought by his servant, he furiously said: "Isn't you afraid of death if you are arrogant about the future crown prince?"

He asked his steward coldly: "How can anyone be judged as a wizard...confirmed as a wizard?"

Miralo’s doubts naturally have his reason. He has dealt with church members countless times during his half of his life, and he also executed more than a dozen wizards for them. Whether it is a wizard or a witch, there is indeed something. Okay, bluffing or deceiving, but they are all up to 20 years old for many years, and the youngest is also 15 or 16 years old.

He didn't know the specific cause of the wizard, but he knew that his son who had not yet met was born less than a month ago. It would be crazy to use the term "witcher" to refer to a one-month-old child.

The old butler was already about to cry: "Master, I didn't make a joke with you, you will know if you go and take a look."

Seeing the miserable face of the butler who had been with him for more than ten years, Ramiro I's heart sank to the bottom.

"Tell everything you know!" Ramiro said in a deep voice.

The butler did not dare to conceal it, and confessed what had happened in the earl’s castle one month after Ramiro had left.

At that time, not long after Ramiro had left, his giving birth wife gave birth to a baby boy. The countess named him West Xavier, which she had discussed with Count Ramiro early on.

When West Xavier was born, he looked no different from everyone else. I cried loudly, fed when I was hungry, and went to bed when I was full.

But soon, others noticed something was wrong.

The countess went to the bathroom one night, and the baby who woke up found her mother absent, and burst into tears. With this cry, the wall from the bedroom to the toilet collapsed, creating a straight passage. From the bedroom to the toilet, the Countess, who was sitting alone on the toilet, almost fell into the toilet.

The maids hurriedly lifted the terrified lady from the toilet and went to the bedroom. The baby was still crawling along the collapsed corridor until the mother and son were put together again, the baby boy Stop crying.

That night, the castle was brightly lit, with chickens flying and dogs jumping, and the guards believed that someone had broken into the castle, so they collapsed the wall. But after searching for a long time, they didn’t find the culprit. In the end, they could only blame the castle builder. The craftsman cut corners and whipped the master who was in charge of building the castle twenty lashes, and the matter was gone.

But the matter was not over yet, another week passed. On this day, a few fruit growers outside the castle sent freshly picked cherries. The cherries were so red that the countess liked them very much. While eating cherries, she used cherries to tease her children. The little red cherries were dangling in front of West Xavier. West Xavier liked the red gadgets and wanted to eat cherries.

But the wife just teased him, she didn't mean anything else. After all, children who are so little can't eat fruit, they can only eat milk. So after teasing for a while, he took the cherries back.

Unexpectedly, less than a while after taking it back, West Xavier was unhappy, and he started crying again, so his wife hurriedly nursed him, and ordered the maid to clean up his cherries.

But this time it was a big disaster. West Xavier in the cradle cried loudly, so hundreds of cherries flew in from outside the castle, smashed the glass, and piled up in the lady's room. In less than a minute, the cherry rushed out of the lady’s room like a flood, smashed the wooden door, rushed several maids in the corridor down the stairs, and rushed the guards who came to **** them. On the ground.

"On that day, all the cherry fruit farmers in the entire Aragon region were almost bankrupt, and the fruit on their trees was missing. When the guards used a basin to fish out cherries as high as the mountain, your child was sitting... . Sitting in the cherry and laughing..."

The housekeeper said, his voice getting lower and lower, Ramiro's face was pale, and his heart coldly squeezed out a few words from his teeth: "What then?"

"then..."

The butler looked at Ramiro in horror: "Since that day, the lady has repelled all the guards and maids, sealed them up, and then stayed with your children without leaving, dare not go anywhere."

Ramiro breathed a sigh of relief when the butler said so.

At this time, the carriage stopped, and the master and servant returned to the earl's castle.

Ramiro left the carriage, stomped his feet, and walked away from the guard to the depths of the palace alone. Only his staff and steward followed him closely.

It didn't take long for him to pass through the tightly sealed outer courtyard of the castle to the inner courtyard of the castle.

Here, he stopped his deputy and butler, and did not let them follow behind him.

Miralo walked forward along the long corridor leading to his wife's bedroom.

The brazier in the corridor was burning with raging flames, but when he entered this place, he didn't feel warm at all.

The braziers are like eyes. Every time you pass by the brazier, an eye will open, staring at him coldly. The invisible oppression is indescribable, as if being watched by the gods, all the secrets in his heart are revealed at a glance. When he came out, whether he had conspired to murder, or had an affair with a maid in the toilet, or fell into a cesspit when he was young, everything is fine, he is clearly seen, and there is no privacy at all.....

Ramiro was left from a young age, and it took a few years to get to his current position, but under this weird pressure, he rarely retreated, but when he thought that it was just his son and wife. , He gritted his teeth, forcibly resisted the weird pressure, and walked straight forward.

The pressure was getting heavier and he could only hear his own sturdy gasp, and even the brazier in front of him seemed to be distorted, and the ground under his feet turned into squirming flesh and blood, making it difficult for him to move forward.

But Ramiro withstood the pressure. Although every step he took was like stepping over a step of ten meters or more, he finally withstood it.

When he finally came to the door of his wife and children's bedroom, he was sweating profusely, and his whole body was as if he had been fished out of the water.

Opening the door, he saw his wife holding a young son on the four-poster bed, smiling at him.

The wife was smiling, and the baby in her arms glared at him with chubby eyes, curiously. The baby was carved from jade powder and looked so cute.

"Mia!"

He called his wife prostrably and stared at the baby boy in his wife's arms.

"Ramiro..."

His wife tenderly called him and hugged the youngest son tightly. The invisible pressure weakened for a moment. King Ramiro I tightened his light armor and gritted his teeth and came to the four-poster bed.

The baby gradually lost his curiosity about him, maybe he was hungry, he stretched out his little hand and grabbed his mother's chest to find milk.

The moment the baby looked away, the pressure suddenly disappeared, and Ramiro I's shoulders suddenly relaxed.

He exhaled a long breath and said, "Come on, let me give you a hug."

He reached out and hugged the child he had never met and snatched him from his mother's arms. Just such a simple action caused the baby to cry.

As soon as the baby cried, Ramiro felt that he was hit by an invisible gust of wind. The huge force pushed him and pushed him out of the door. He clung to the baby tightly and didn't let him out of his arms.

Ding Ling Dang rumbling rumbling...

Amid the screams of his wife, he backed up, smashed the vase, knocked down the table, and smashed the door.

But Miralo still didn't let go, and the baby cried louder. His calves kicked and his arms slashed. Accompanied by his movements, the entire earl's castle shook, and the dust and stones rustled away. It seems to be at the center of a magnitude eight earthquake.

Ramiro was horrified. When he walked through the corridor, he thought that this kid might be terrible, but he never expected it to be so terrible.

Crackling...

The brazier in the corridor smashed to the ground, and the chandelier above his head shattered to the ground. As he retreated frantically, he hit a dumped brazier and fell to the ground. His face was cut with a deep cut by the gravel. He subconsciously hugged the boy tightly to prevent him from being injured by the falling rocks.

Finally, after a desperate and frightening ten seconds, the baby boy probably wanted to catch his breath, and the crying stopped for a while. So the ground no longer vibrates, and the wind stopped.

The gray-headed Miralo immediately got up from the ground, his body in tatters, and the plain robe that he wore from Pamplona, ​​the capital of Navarre, was burnt with holes.

The blood stayed on his cheeks and dripped on the fingers of the baby in his arms. The baby sucked the blood from his fingers, slapped his mouth a few times, and looked at Ramiro's eyes gradually calming, even reaching out his hand. Touch his chin.

Ramiro I was panting, staring at the baby in his arms, God knows what he is holding! ?

At this time, the staff and steward who noticed the abnormal rushed in from the outside, followed by a large group of panicked guards.

The butler saw Ramiro I standing in the corridor with the baby, and hurriedly opened his arms to stop the others outside.

The staff hurriedly came to Ramiro, looked at the infant in disbelief, and said in shock: "I have never seen such a powerful wave of magic power. It's terrible, terrible, terrible. ....."

He shuddered: "The average wizard child will complete the awakening at the age of ten, but it is not as good as your child. If you let him grow up alive, he will definitely be an extremely terrifying wizard."

According to the experienced staff, Ramiro I was also sweating coldly.

Aragon and even the entire Kingdom of Navarre are based on Catholicism. Catholicism is their core belief and the foundation on which they stand.

The church is most disgusted with heresy. Among them, the most severely suppressed and attacked are wizards and witches. Treating wizards and witches is no different from treating demons. Whenever a wizard is found, it must be killed on the spot.

If people discover that the baby they gave birth to is a wizard, a demon, then... the consequences are simply unimaginable.

Since he was born as an illegitimate child, his legitimacy was questioned. If he was labeled as a wizard father, then the king would not be able to sit down no matter how he thought.

The more he thought about it, the more upset Ramiro I was. He looked at the plump cheeks of the baby in his arms, and his other palm slowly touched the saber on his waist.

At this moment, the countess rushed in out of the corridor, clutching her chest, and snatched the baby from his arms.

"You...what do you want to do?"

The countess hugged her child, looked at Ramiro warily, and screamed: "I warn you, this is your own flesh and blood."

"Master," the aides took a step forward and said decisively: "You can't stay. The power of the church is everywhere. He must be baptized. If the bishop knows about it, then you..."

The staff did not say anything, Ramiro squeezed the hilt of the sword in his hand, his face was blue and white. One is unfathomable and cannot shake the influence of the church at all, and the other is his own flesh and blood...

Seeing Ramiro's unpredictable face, his wife couldn't help but screamed back: "Stop your imagination, Ramiro!!"

"the host...!"

The staff anxiously urged.

bass!

The sharp blade was pulled out of its sheath.

Click! !

Blood splattered.

The countess's horrified expression froze on her face.

I saw Ramiro I drew out the cross sword at a speed that could not cover his ears, and stabbed his deputy to death with a single sword. Afterwards, he drew the blade mercilessly. Will have been with him for five years, and now the staff with an incredible look stabbed to death in place.

He said coldly: "No matter how smart you are, you shouldn't challenge my bottom line!"

After speaking, he drew out the sharp blade, letting the body of his staff plop and fell to the ground.

In the silence, only the baby babbled.

Ramiro I wiped his sword, walked to the housekeeper, and said: "As long as the servants who know the two magical rampages, all fired, if there is anyone who dares to chew his tongue and talk too much, he will kill him."

"Yes."

The butler glanced at the twitching corpse on the ground, heaved a sigh of relief, and bent down deeply.

After the steward was gone, Ramiroli returned his sword.

He walked up to the baby and leaned over to look at him.

Even though he killed someone in front of the baby boy just now, the baby boy didn't see any fear. Instead, he smiled and stretched out his soft hand to pinch Ramiro I's beard.

Looking at the baby's grinning face, Ramiro's face softened.

He stabbed the child in the face with his finger, and said in a low voice, "I really deserve to be my son. He was born to do great things."

The baby grabbed his fingers, and the wound on his face that had been rubbed by the stone healed automatically.

Ramiro I said to his wife with a solemn expression: "Never let anyone discover his magic talent. Before he reaches adulthood, I want him to get the best royal education and let him completely forget the fact that he is a wizard. "