Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

"Kill him! Kill him!!"

A fanatical shout came in from outside the iron cage.

Boom!

A **** hand was pressed on the wire fence, and then a **** face came up. Wu Qing, whose face was beaten with one big eye and one eye, he could see the faces of dozens of fanatical wizards outside the cage

"Kill him! Kill him! You rubbish."-Their faces are full of hatred for iron and steel, anxiety and enthusiasm, and they want to rush into the cage themselves to fight on their own and face the terrible man. .

Tear!

Another palm stained with blood and sweat stretched out, abruptly tore his head from the iron cage, and then a heavy blow landed on his chin.

He took a step back, and the violent shock made his head gloomy.

In the blur, he saw his opponent.

It was a vigorous young man wearing a horn mask. He held his feet and leaped on the ground lightly, circling around him lightly. He is tall, with a green snake tattooed on his arm, and every muscle is like steel, covered with blood and sweat.

Behind him, there are also a group of extremely enthusiastic gamblers. They slobbered, waved the ticket in their hands, and lay on the iron cage.

"Strong!"

"do not stop!"

"Kill him, it's almost the last breath!"

A wizard even raised the gold coin in his hand: "Did you see this gold coin, warrior, as long as you kill him, the gold is yours!"

The gray-haired boy moved, his steps were a little bit, and his palms were covered by flames.

Subconsciously, Feonando raised his finger and shouted hoarsely: "There are so many obstacles!"

Rows of transparent crystals appeared in front of him, blocking the opponent's stormy attack.

The obstacle curse worked. He took out a small glass ball from his trouser pocket with trembling fingers and put it to his mouth to mutter. A dark cloud rose from the glass ball, and the dark cloud throbbed with lightning.

The man sitting in the cage yelled: "It has appeared, Fernando wizard's stunt, the glass thundercloud, when the battle is on to the eighteenth turn! If the thundercloud is successfully discharged, Sylby will not be defeated. The machine..."

boom! !

Wow.

Accompanied by a violent vibration of the barbed wire.

Fernando, who was chanting the spell, was heavily pressed on the barbed wire again, and at the moment of the impact, the barbed wire turned into wood, stunned him completely.

"What a terrible guy..."

The last thought came up, Feonando completely lost consciousness, and the glass ball fell to the ground.

The man in the cage screamed again: "Transfiguration, Transfiguration plus confusion spell, Silby deceived Fernando, damn, he defeated Fernando!"

The top of the cage was suddenly lifted, and a man jumped in. He wore gold and silver, twisted his butt, strode to the boy in the middle of the cage, and grabbed his arm:

"Winner, Silby, the Son of Miracle!"

He raised the boy's arm and cheered feverishly: "Thirty consecutive victories are nothing short of a miracle. There can be no more miracles. How many people who do not believe in evil today have no more **** left?"

"Oh!"

A handful of wizards looked up to the sky and sighed.

Either rubbing his head, or slapped himself, very upset.

And more onlookers raised their hands and shouted happily.

These are the wizards that Absilby won. They hugged each other and crowded to the dealer's table.

The owner of the Colosseum released Silby's arm, and he walked out of the iron cage quite calmly, moved his muscles, and wiped the blood from his nose.

It has been two months since he met Queen Pandora in the library. During these two months, Silby would sneak out of Slytherin every night and go to the underground rat road in Pandora City to participate in a wizard duel for real combat. If he remembers correctly, this is his one hundred and second game.

A little fat Duodoro hurriedly squeezed out of the crowd and handed him a steamed towel.

"What time is it?" Silby asked loudly in the crowd while wiping his sweat.

"It's almost dawn." Dodoro said to Silby's ear, "Master Slytherin is about to wake up."

"Prepare to collect today's money and leave immediately." Silby said.

Todo Luoyi said to settle Silby's appearance fee today.

On the other side, on the smoky table, the dealer in the Colosseum gathered the gold coins on the table, and said impatiently: "Okay, it's all right, today's game is here. If you want to watch it, just Come back tomorrow."

The benefited crowd sparsely flowed past Silby, looking at him like a chicken that lays golden eggs, full of love and anticipation.

Silby was unmoved and laughed. He still remembered that when he first came to the Rat Road Colosseum, he was often beaten by others because of his imperfect skills and too few spells. , I couldn't stand up the next day. At that time, the eyes of the people who gambled around the Colosseum looked at him and looked at the plague god.

At the end of the late night game, Dodoro received the appearance fee, and Silby put on his clothes and planned to leave the Rat Road Colosseum.

At this time, the boss of the Colosseum wearing gold and silver stopped him.

"Silby!"

He turned his head, the sissy boss twisted his **** and walked around behind the iron cage, "Oh, Silby, my good Silby, how many times have you said that, you occasionally have to put some water."

The boss who wears gold and silver smiles bitterly with his arms on his hips and said: "If this goes on, others will bet on your treasure. If no one is betting on losers, we won't make any money.

The enchanting boss walked up to Silby, skillfully stuffed a bag of gold coins in Silby's arms, patted his face, and said: "Good boy, I will lose two hands tomorrow. How about it? The state is not good."

Silby glanced at the bag of gold coins in his arms, shook his head, pushed the gold coins back to the boss, and walked out. Dodoruo looked at the bag of gold coins eagerly, and followed Silby at the same pace.

The boss was not reconciled, he hurried to catch up with Silby, and said: "In this way, if you can deliberately lose one or two, in the future, I will give you all the divisions will be changed from five to three, you seven and three. ,how is it?"

Silby was sore and eager to go back to rest. There was still kung fu and this shrewd guy was talking nonsense, and he immediately pushed him away: "Okay, I didn't come here for money. If you want to earn more, give it to I will find some good opponents."

Then drove away.

The sissy-looking Colosseum owner was holding the purse, standing behind and looking at him, his chest rising and falling violently, his face almost dripping with gloom.

Silby was walking on the road, although it was not the first time the Colosseum boss had mentioned this to him. But he didn't take it to heart from beginning to end.

His goal is only to improve his magical power level and combat skills through actual combat. As for how much money he can make, he doesn't particularly care. In other words, he doesn't care so much if he doesn't improve his strength. If he can, he hopes that every opponent can compete with him with the most real strength, so that he can make great progress.

However, this time is different from the last time.

Thirty consecutive victories broke some balance. He didn't walk long before the voice of Heathosso came from behind him. Some light and fragmented footsteps sounded from all directions.

Silby squinted his eyes, he noticed the hostile mental force field in the air, and he couldn't help but speed up. Those behind him chased after him reluctantly.

I don't know who blew out the brazier in the rat path. This action was like blowing the horn of battle. Suddenly, the burning brazier in the rat path went out.

Silby and Dodoro immediately plunged into darkness in Pandora's underground.

A pair of faint eyes lit up all around, like a hungry mouse, Duodoro couldn't stop shaking.

In the darkness, at least forty wizards surrounded Silby, he couldn't help but smiled coldly. The boss of the Colosseum really paid for him in order to make him submit.

Take a step back, put your hands together, and plan to cast a spell.

However, at this moment, someone laughed in the dark.

"You just refuse him like this, maybe next time you enter the Colosseum, he will stumble you in secret." A man's voice came from his side: "Poisoning, changing opponents, or even finding someone to fight. is normal."

The brazier was lit again.

Under the light, a blond man walked out slowly from the other side of the rat road. He was about 30 years old, he was very tall and heroic, with broad shoulders, wearing a red cloak, and a lion embroidered on his chest. . On his calf leather belt, there is also a silver sword studded with rubies.

Although he had never seen him before, Silby knew who this man was at a glance.

This surprised him very much.

Godric Gryffindor!

He has been in Pandora City for three months now. He is no longer the immature prince who has just left the Kingdom of Aragon. Of course he knows the strength of the guy in front of him.

A man known as a lion, an enemy of fairies. One of the strongest wizards on the continent. Even Slytherin had to look for foreign aid when facing him.

"Why are you?" Silby asked warily. (Did the owner of the Colosseum even invite Godric Gryffindor to make him submit?)

"I'm a hobby of gamblers." Gryffindor smiled and buckled the wall, and said casually: "I have earned at least 500 gold coins on you. I can tell you how to say thank you. ."

It doesn't seem to be here to find fault.

Silby glanced behind him, and he could feel the eyes that spied on him secretly disappeared. No matter what those people thought before they saw Gryffindor, they dare not implement it now.

But he didn't thank the man in front of him much for not going to the Temple of the Three Treasures. He would rather face a mob than against the world's top wizard, especially at this time. He must rush back before Slytherin wakes up.

"What do you want."

He asked politely.

"I think when you first came, you were often beaten with a bruised nose and swollen face. But now, you have maintained a record of 30 consecutive unbeaten games. How did you do it?" Gryffindor looked very interested. Hold him.

"If it's you, maybe 300 games can be maintained."

Silby smiled.

"I'm not talking about winning games, I'm talking about your ability to learn."

Gryffindor pointed to the back: "Two months ago, you hardly knew much magic, but in the last duel, you used potions, transformations, spells, and almost used astrology. How did you remember so much magic so quickly."

"Excuse me for not answering."

Silby said, he took Dodoro and hurriedly left from Gryffindor. He really didn't know how to answer Gryffindor's question, and if he claimed to be exceptionally talented, he would be too dismissive of people.

Within a few steps, Gryffindor's shout came from behind: "You have been marked by Slytherin, but that doesn't mean you will be his forever."

Silby looked back at Gryffindor. "And then?" he asked.

"I can see a sense of courage from you. It's very similar to me. I think I want to do things, although thousands of people will stop them, but I will still go."

Gryffindor looked at him sincerely: "I know you are working for Slytherin, taking care of his daily affairs every day, and you can only slip out at night. This is not easy, and it is too unfair."

"There has never been any fairness." Silby shook his head. "You know better than me."

"I know, but you can choose."

Gryffindor stretched out his hand: "Come to my side and do things for me. I won't treat you like Slytherin, I won't give you any coercive restraints, and I won't let you even sneak into a wizard duel. participate."

"Oh?"

Silby tilted his head and had to say that Godric Gryffindor's blue eyes are indeed easy to make people feel good. The attitude of this man is different from Slytherin. He is like the noon sun, eager and warm. In contrast, Slytherin is like the moon at night, cool and mysterious.

He rolled up his sleeves, showing his arms—there was a green snake pattern.

"Can you disarm it?"

Gryffindor looked at Silby's arm and sighed: "Sorry, I can't. This kind of weird curse spell is something that Salazar Slytherin is good at, but I'm not good at it."

After a pause, he said again: "However, trust me, I will make a deal with him, and I will give him a price that is enough to make his heart beat, and let him take the initiative to unlock the magic for you."

"For example?" Silby asked with a smile: "What price would make you give up pursuing Queen Pandora, would you like it?"

"This..."

Gryffindor obviously hesitated.

Sylbi laughed and shook his head.

"You know, I came to Pandora these days and met all the wizards. Half of them praised you. I think you must be exceptional in some ways, so I want to ask you a question. If so If your answer satisfies me, I will become your subordinate, nothing more."

"What's the problem?" Gryffindor immediately became serious.

"Why are there wizards in the world?" Silby asked, looking at Gryffindor with scorching eyes.

Gryffindor was taken aback. He didn't expect the seemingly young teenager in front of him to ask such a "big" question.

This question is a bit difficult to answer. He touched his chin, after a long period of contemplation, he slowly said, "Because, someone must be able to bear greater responsibility." Gryffindor looked at Silby: "The greater the ability, The greater the responsibility."

"Why should there be a wizard?" Silby repeated his question.

Gryffindor was a little surprised. He frowned: "This is an ability, a profession, no different from a chef, a blacksmith, or a carpenter."

"You still haven't answered my question."

A hint of disappointment flashed in Silby's eyes, and he stared at Gryffindor closely: "Why are there wizards in the world?"

His eyes burned, as if an arc of light was jumping and shining, making Gryffindor feel a little dazzling: "He doesn't understand why the young man in front of him is asking such a question. I can't answer, I can only say, this ...This is a gift."

"Do you think this is a random talent?" Silby asked immediately.

"If you look at it from most wizards, indeed."

Gryffindor said dryly: "This talent is random. The wizard family may also have dumb guns, and the Muggle family may also give birth to wizards."

Silby smiled, took a step back, and shook his head, his face very disappointed. Seeing his expression, Gryffindor couldn't help asking: "Why, doesn't my answer satisfy you?"

"Not at all."

Silby said calmly, "If it's all random, then what is the difference between following you or following Slytherin?"

After speaking, he pushed Duduo Luo.

"go."

Duodoro followed behind the gray-haired boy in confusion. The conversation between Silby and Gryffindor just now, he was listening to the cloud and mist, and he didn't understand what the two people were expressing.