Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Silby was caught off guard by Gryffindor's sudden visit, and a lot of time was wasted talking to him. He had to speed up his pace to get back to the Slytherin residence before dawn.

But when he walked to the Shell and Conch Tavern and saw the thin figure turning around at the entrance of the tavern, his heart inevitably beat abnormally. It was Tyra. Another person in the bloodthirsty twins.

In the darkness before dawn, Tyra hurried up to meet him, and said to Silby anxiously, "Master Slytherin has been looking for you for a long time."

"what!?"

Silby was also very surprised: "Don't you usually get up at 7 o'clock in the morning? Why do you get up at 5 o'clock today?"

"Queen Pandora suddenly announced that she would open the palace gate and summon all the owners of the invitation letter." Tyra said half excited, half anxious.

"Hiss!" Silby took a breath, "It is said that when the palace gate is opened in the cold winter, why is it open now? It's not long before autumn."

"I don't know, there is a rumor that Queen Pandora can't bear the loneliness in her boudoir, and is eager to find..."

"Okay! Let's not talk about this..."

Silby thought of the red-robed woman he had seen before, and turned around twice, and quickly distinguished the priorities. Compared to guessing why Queen Pandora opened the palace ahead of time, Slytherin's anger was something he had to bear immediately.

He hurriedly pushed the door into the tavern.

In the lobby of the tavern, the barman in the tavern wears a white dress, with a sleepy expression carrying bread and tea. More than a dozen wizards in different dresses sat on snake-print chairs, noisy and demeanor.

They are all powerful wizards recently recruited by Slytherin, in the form of an alliance, against the mighty force of Gryffindor.

Slytherin summoned them before dawn, showing the urgency of the situation.

Seeing their full-blown appearance, Silby was a little relieved, maybe Slytherin had forgotten himself because of being so busy early in the morning.

He took the sugar cubes and black tea in the hands of a barman, walked down the hall quickly, and made a look like he had been working for a long time.

Things backfired.

"Wait!"

Seeing him appear, Slytherin raised his hand and immediately stopped the discussion of the other wizards in the tavern.

In the blink of an eye, the noisy hall became silent, and needles fell. The tavern owner sitting at the bar set his head down and made an ostrich look. When the barman saw that the situation was not good, he immediately slipped sideways and silently through the crack of the door.

Silby couldn't be like them, because everyone's eyes fell on him.

"Yeah~ see who's here, the famous underground gladiator with thirty consecutive victories."

Salazar Slytherin sneered coldly with his palms: "If Queen Pandora doesn't open the door, you might have to beat all the wizards in Pandora City."

Silby looked around and saw the sinister smiling eyes hiding behind the Slytherin chair. It was Bona, the owner of the Rat Road Colosseum. It was beyond his expectation. He couldn't think of this sissy. They even went to Slytherin to file a complaint. It was clear that they had signed a non-disclosure agreement, so they were torn up.

"I went to the Rat Road Colosseum. I just want to move my body." He retracted his eyes from Bona and said as he looked at Slytherin.

"Then it seems that I still don't have enough work for you. It is too leisurely to take care of me."

Slytherin stood up, the green robe dragged on the ground, making a rustle.

"I heard that you are very brave and defeated gladiators from all corners of the world."

Silby didn't answer, and Slytherin's calm face was filled with sullenness. Obviously this was not a good time to talk back to him.

Boom!

Slytherin pressed a palm on the table.

Silby immediately covered his wrist, and the green snake on his arm came back to life. It bit his own flesh and blood, and was digging into the bone. The piercing pain made his forehead sweat.

"I also heard that you met Gryffindor privately and formed an alliance with him!"

The dozen or so wizards who formed the alliance with Salazar Slytherin took a breath and stood up one after another, the table they touched ding ding dong bang. They stretched their hands to their waists, reaching for their respective magic materials.

Silby's eyes widened. "This is slander!"

"I didn't slander you," the shorter Slytherin stepped forward three meters, standing on the steps and looking at Silby condescendingly, "You are my servant!"

Slytherin hissed: "Dare to act without my consent. I thought that the warning I gave you last time was deep enough."

The pain became more intense, and the pain of the heart moved from the eyes of the arm to half of the body, as if there were countless tiny snakes in the body wriggling and biting. This is not only the pain of the sex, but also the humiliation of public accusations, for the latter, Silby will definitely not bear it.

"Yes, the servant should do what a servant should do."

Silby straightened her back and said, "I did everything you ordered."

"What did you do? Did I allow you to go to the Colosseum to take part in a gambling fight?" Slytherin's momentum rose steadily, his eyes getting worse when he saw Silby.

The feeling of biting the hearts of ten thousand snakes rushed through Silby's spiritual world at full speed like a tsunami, making him unstable to stand and almost screaming. In a daze, he saw the white light in the dream, the huge energy contained in the white light, and the wild cry.

He forgot the pain and stood straight in front of Slytherin.

"You didn't allow it either."

Silby said: "If it's not allowed, how do I know I can't do it?"

hiss!

The green-robed man made a bold move, and the wizards in the house stepped back one after another. Slytherin's palm turned into a bulging sizzling viper, and he opened his mouth to bite Silby's neck.

Click!

The viper's teeth bit into a transparent barrier, and it is no longer difficult to penetrate it. The venom flows down the transparent barrier little by little, dripping onto the floor, emitting strands of blue smoke.

Silby held Slytherin's arm, and in the painful torture, he abruptly resisted Slytherin's sudden attack.

Astonishment flashed through Slytherin's eyes, and then it turned into determination.

"I thought I had underestimated you, but now it seems really wrong. I underestimated you greatly." Slytherin squinted his eyes. "But that's the end, great genius."

"Don't you want to listen to what Gryffindor said to me?"

Silby leaned back against the wall and stood firm on the ground, taking root.

"What did he say?"

Slytherin gritted his teeth and asked, using a mentality of seductiveness.

The words appeared in Silby's eyes little by little, and he shook his head and erased them all with Occlumency:

"He wants me to serve him. For three months, I have been your right-hand man. I take care of your daily life and sleep only three hours a day. I know your living habits, I know your magical composition, I even Know the weakness of your alliance. Gryffindor knows that as long as I serve him, you have no chance of winning."

"Then I won't be able to keep you even more."

Slytherin opened his mouth, and his tongue turned into a colorful and poisonous snake from his mouth, biting out like lightning.

Silby, who had been prepared for a long time, took a slip and gave way to Slytherin's attack. He took a step back, spread his hands, and looked at Slytherin, "I have served you for three months. , Kill me at this time, master."

Slytherin was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly felt something wrong with the atmosphere. He immediately looked around and found that the other wizards in the hall were either fearful or cautiously looking at himself, and finally realized that what this kid said was not for himself, but for others around him.

First exaggerate your own merits, and then label him cruelty. In normal times, he would definitely sneer at this trick, and then kill those who dare to do it on the spot.

But now, Queen Pandora has opened the door, and she desperately needs a helper to fight Gryffindor, but it is not a good time to kill a man.

Slytherin laughed, angrily.

"Good guy, what an incredible guy!"

He took a few deep breaths, his expression changed from anger to calmness. He stopped using spells to torture Silby. Instead, he took a step back and said coldly, "I will leave the blame for this matter. If you dare to lie to me, don't Blame me for being cruel to you."

Silby nodded calmly, "As you wish, Master."

Slytherin turned around and said to everyone in the hall: "No matter why Queen Pandora wants to start the race in advance, we must not let Godric Gryffindor, the guy with muscles in his head, run in front of us. Let's go. ."

The rattling posture disappeared, and he took a dozen wizards to file out from Silby's side and left the Shell and Conch Tavern.

Silby's back and forehead were completely wet.

He is not the rookie who has just entered Pandora City. Two months of intense battles have greatly increased his strength, but he is not sure if he is Slytherin's opponent now, and he dare not gamble.

But there was only one thing he knew for sure. Salazar Slytherin didn't dare to act on him at this moment. In order to prevent the instability of his army, he would no longer be afraid of himself. If you think about breaking down the bridge over the river, you have to wait until the Pandora City matter is over.

After closing?

Silby looked at the palace on the highest peak outside the window.

I wonder if there is still a chance to get rid of that guy's control.

......

......

As dawn rose, Salazar Slytherin led his team to the highest peak in Pandora City.

On the mountain road leading to the top-level palace, every 100 meters stand heavily armed soldiers in golden armor. They wear swords on their waists and hold banners, and banners grinning in the air.

In the morning light, Silby could see the huge and majestic fortress on the top of the mountain, the domed hall and the heavy retaining wall full of arrows, all made of light yellow stones, covered with row upon row. Dark blue glazed tiles.

Compared to the capital of his father Ramiro I, Pandora's castle is more majestic, more mysterious, and more exotic.

As they approached a hundred meters from the palace, a man blocked their way.

His head was bright, he was wearing a golden silk robe, his hands were placed inside his sleeves, and he smiled and looked at the coming wizard.

"Everyone, please wait here for a while."

With a bald smile, he said, "The queen is coming soon."

That should be the messenger of the palace.

Slytherin waved his green robe, and a high platform rose out of thin air. The high platform was joined by stones to lift everyone up. Then, he took the lead to sit cross-legged on the high platform, looking very solemn.

Silby wanted to laugh in his heart, Slytherin's posture must have been practiced many times in a row. You know, he was in the belly of a snake before, but he was not so solemn, basically eating when he was hungry, sleeping when he was sleepy, and doing magic experiments when he moved.

Before long, another team appeared on the mountain trail almost before and after. They were basically wearing red wizard robes, and there were only about ten in number, which was less than the people on the Slytherin side, but they seemed more united than the people on the Slytherin side.

The headed man was blond, blue-eyed, tall, with a sword at the waist, smiling in the sun, and handsome.

It was the group of Godric Gryffindor.

Seeing Gryffindor coming, Slytherin opened his eyes, snorted coldly, and closed his eyes again.

A dozen other wizards behind him also closed their eyes and sat down, without the intention of communicating with the people on Gryffindor's side.

It was Gryffindor. After seeing Slytherin, he greeted enthusiastically: "Yo, Salazar, morning."

"Hmm."

Slytherin closed his eyes and hummed, "The early bird gets worms."

"The early snake must be eaten by mice."

Gryffindor walked to the high platform and looked up at Slytherin: "It may take a long time today. If you sit so high, it will be very hot at noon. Can cold-blooded animals endure the scorching sun?"

Slytherin opened his eyes, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "Godric, you don't have to come to taunt me. I lost to you three years ago. That was because you just got the fairy sword. If you get it The man with that sword is me, and you have no chance of surviving."

"This is the difference between you and me, Salazar. Now the church is very powerful. You, me, and other wizards are not easy to live. Only by uniting can we expand our living space. But all you want is to kill me. ."

Slytherin laughed sarcastically: "If you obeyed me obediently, I wouldn't kill you, but Godric, you are too reckless and impulsive. Over the years you have offended fairies and giants. , Offended the church, is this also called expanding the living space? Let me say that half of the reputation of wizards is stinky by you."

"Hahahahaha~"

Gryffindor laughed: "I heard that last winter, in order to test a newly raised hydra, you allowed the monster to devour an entire village of livestock in Norway. Is this true?"

"It's just an animal, not a living person. I'm already very kind."

Slytherin said coldly.

Gryffindor shrugged: "So, half of the wizard's reputation is caused by me, and the other half is caused by you."

"you....!"

Slytherin opened his eyes angrily, propped up his waist, and even wanted to get up from the ground immediately.

Silby listened to the conversation between the two men and couldn't help but raised his lips and laughed silently.

To say that these two men are among the best wizards in the world, they quarreled like two boys next door, perhaps because they were too familiar with each other.

The enraged Slytherin quickly calmed down, "It's useless to talk about it, Gryffindor, who can get this city is unknown, you don't have to show off your tongue here."

Gryffindor laughed haha, nodded slightly at Silby who was standing behind Slytherin, and then took his own person to the other side. A high platform also rises underground to hold them up.

In addition to Gryffindor, some other wizards also rushed over from King's Avenue one after another. There were wizards who did not belong to any faction, standing coldly and watching from a distance.

Silby felt that most of them were guys who wanted to make a fortune and pick up leaks, but the formation of the red and green camps made the idea of ​​picking up leaks a delusion.

Finally, at noon.

In the eagerness of hundreds of wizards.

The magnificent gate of Pandora's Palace slowly opened.

Countless soldiers and maids filed out from the palace, each of them holding utensils with different functions, incense burners, shrines, fans, parasols, and twelve golden carriages drawn by pure white horses.

A woman in a red robe sat on the top of the chariot. She was the same as the last time she saw Silby, with her face covered and her body covered in airtight.

But it was much more luxurious than last time. This time, she wore heavy and solemn gold jewelry on her head, she had a peculiar cross-pattern embroidery on her body, and she had a colorful fan that could only be used by the royal family on her knees.

She looked straight ahead without squinting her eyes, exuding a very solemn breath.

There is no doubt that she is Beatrix I.

Silby looked at her curiously.

She noticed Silby's gaze, and she swept across his face and quickly moved away.

The queen did not show her true face, and most wizards looked quite disappointed, but their eyes were quickly attracted by something else.

Their gazes were focused on the side of the car, on a red mat held in both hands by the bald messenger.

On the mat was a long black wand, wrapped in gold wire and inlaid with red and blue gems, which looked extremely luxurious.

The bald-headed ruling officer respectfully enshrined the magic wand on the shrine, turned around and said to the incoming wizard:

"This is the wand of the previous generation of conjurers, King Antonio Almodovar of Pandora. It is also a symbol of the rulership of Pandora City. The final winner will hold the wand and take control of Pandora and own everything here. That is... ."

The bald messenger smiled: "Pandora's new king."

The wizards on the high platforms on both sides rioted together, the king...

No matter what age, no matter what society, this title always has a fatal temptation. In front of this title, Gryffindor and Slytherin straightened their waists and raised their ears.

king? Only Silby was unmoved. He frowned and looked at the huge palace behind the Herald, always feeling something strange.

According to his observations all the time, Pandora City is still functioning well, and the black and white roads follow their own rules and territories, and they are in peace with each other.

As for the Queen Pandora, from the last brief meeting, her body looked healthy, and she did not look like a checkmate looking for an heir.

Why look for a powerful wizard?

Why give up power?

Suspicion spread in Silby's heart.

Is it true that the queen is young and her physical needs cannot be met, so she needs a husband. Silby felt ridiculous as soon as the idea was born. He was born in the royal court since childhood, so he naturally knew the difference between politicians and ordinary people. As a queen, no one would dare to say anything even if she found dozens of lovers or faces.

Is it because the political situation is unstable and requires a strong force to take control?

Silby thought for a while and felt that there was such a possibility, but it seemed unlikely, because he always felt that a good wizard is not necessarily a good politician. It can even be said that good wizards and politicians want to do the opposite. Wizards need a lot of time to meditate and study, while politicians have to show their faces and run around by marriage.

If the political situation is really unstable, internal and external troubles, shouldn't we find a strong politician to marry? Why must we find a wizard.

Thinking about it, he recalled the time and place when he saw Queen Pandora last time, and he always felt that something was not normal.