Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

When the messenger said this, all four were shocked.

A kind of panic and trembling flowed through everyone like a plague, even when Slytherin used the basilisk gaze to kill dozens of people before, they had never been so scared. A guy who has never heard of it before, a guy who is not even twenty years old, a guy who is afraid that his hair will not grow together, to be a king?

And Gryffindor stood desperately on the spot, his face full of confusion, until this moment, he still didn't quite understand how he lost just now.

Slytherin sat in the stands, feeling his head buzzing. Gryffindor lost? This is lost, so easy to lose?

At this moment, he involuntarily stood by Gryffindor's side, because he also worked hard to practice magic, and then defeated his opponents to gain benefits. This is what they have always done. But now someone actually throws a few smoke bombs, expands the ring one round, and wins.

It was like a heavy slap, sweeping across the face of Slytherin, including the faces of all other wizards, mocking all their efforts and all their plans.

Soon, someone asked harshly.

"Are you kidding? How old is this guy?"

"Hey, did you make a mistake, so you lose?"

"Just make sense, he doesn't think it is as suitable as Gryffindor!"

"The victory of this speculative approach should be nullified!"

They yelled angrily.

Salazar Slytherin gritted his teeth, he only regretted how he hadn't killed the white-eyed wolf earlier, so that it caused a catastrophe. He stood up and shouted Gryffindor loudly: "Hey, Godric, Godric! What are you waiting for, go up and kill him!"

Silby held his aching arm and said nothing.

Godric Gryffindor just subconsciously gave him a desperate look, then sighed, put the sword behind him, and lowered his golden head: "I lost."

Everyone was in an uproar.

But soon, they couldn't call it out.

Because in the golden car, the Queen Pandora, who had been sitting cross-legged, stood up at this time. In the previous few hours, Slytherin and Gryffindor had been hit from start to finish. She did not move, but she is now standing. Up.

"I think I have found the person I was looking for."

She said loudly, "No more quarreling."

"but..."

"but..."

There were others who were unwilling to say something, but Queen Pandora threw off her sleeves, walked out of the chariot, and came to Silby without any explanation. Stared at him for a while, then stretched out his hand and took his palm.

This action made all the men angry and hateful, but they couldn't speak, yes, no matter how they said, he won after all. It's just that you can tolerate losing to Gryffindor, and you can also tolerate losing to Slytherin, but losing to a little-known boy is really unbearable.

They gritted their teeth, both jealous and envious, looking at the young man held by the queen, thinking of his possible future, and extremely expecting that person to be themselves.

But in such a restless mood.

Only Silby was full of disappointment and loneliness that could not be concealed. He was not excited about winning this game, nor was he proud of winning the queen or the throne.

His puppet seemed to have to let Queen Pandora lead him, looking up at the sky, disappointed or disappointed in his eyes.

He couldn't find that feeling in Gryffindor, the feeling that made him stand up in the dream.

Yes, he is indeed very powerful, stronger than any wizard he has ever seen, but he is still a normal and ordinary wizard, he believes in the power of magic, but does not know the power of the rules, he blindly powerful himself, but Failed to penetrate the mystery of the environment.

Even if Gryffindor came in its heyday, he was just a powerful martial artist who knew a lot of magic. He couldn't touch the wild echo in Silby's heart.

He is not the opponent he is looking for.

The queen took Silby and stepped onto the golden chariot.

The wheels roll forward.

The gate of the palace closed suddenly in front of a group of wizards.

A few wizards were left behind, standing eagerly outside the palace gate.

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"!"

Hoffa stretched out his hand and interrupted the eloquent Dodoro.

"!"

In the dim cabin, there are wine bottles everywhere, all kinds of wine bottles, high-end like Wuliangye Moutai, low-end like Erguotou Laobaigan, scattered all over the floor.

These are all spirits visualized by Hoffa, used to intoxicate the enemy, and then to extract information.

And this Duodoro in front of him is also a wizard of wine, no matter what wine Hoffa puts out, how many degrees of wine, he accepts all of them, and he drinks without blinking his eyes, and the more he drinks, the more he talks.

"You said, Silby defeated Godric Gryffindor when he was sixteen, and then he took over a place called Pandora and became king!?"

Hoffa asked incredulously.

"Yes, is it.... Is it legendary!"

Dodoruo said with a look of intoxication, belching his wine, and the wine was smelt to the sky.

"Legendary shit, I dare not write like that!"

Hoffa scolded: "According to you, he hadn't learned magic three months ago."

Dodoro was already drunk and unconscious. He didn't care about the changes in Huo's French language and address. He put his arms around Hoffa's shoulders, "Brother...I...I Dodoro... never lie. ...."

Hoffa pushed away the drunk Duodoro a little disgustingly. In fact, he didn't really doubt the authenticity of Duodoro's words. After all, he said that he spoke truth after drinking. This guy has already drunk almost 20 kilograms of liquor. It is estimated that the brain cells that make up false statements have been killed by alcohol.

Moreover, Silby did call himself a half-man king in the past.

However, what Hoffa can’t understand is that since that guy had defeated the world’s top wizards, married the queen, and became the king at the age of sixteen, this is simply not a winner in life, but a super winner. Such a person is still good to the world. What's the dissatisfaction?

So he couldn't help but curiously asked: "Well, what about afterwards?"

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After Silby was brought into the palace by Queen Pandora.

In front of the palace gate.

The bald-headed messenger stopped the depressed and scattered crowd and said with a smile: "In a while, we will hold a grand wedding in the palace. At that time, there will be more, famous, and amazing wizards coming to Pandora City. Of course, the queen also hopes that everyone can appreciate her face."

This sentence immediately guilty of public anger.

Oleard waved his hands: "Go, go, and stay there, who you love to marry and who you marry, what does it have to do with us."

His words led other wizards to agree. The king chosen by the queen has nothing to do with their bottom line, so they won't stay here to participate in a Raoshizi wedding, wishing to leave this sad place as soon as possible.

"Stop it!"

The messenger put up another finger and stopped the unhappy loser. He said confidently:

"During your stay, Pandora Palace will be responsible for all your diet and daily life. Not only that, the palace library will be completely open to you, and you can refer to the treasured spells left by the previous kings at will."

hiss!

Upon hearing this news, the losing wizards opened their eyes.

Some were even more excited than marrying Queen Pandora. They stepped forward and asked: "Is what you said is true? You can really refer to the spells of the previous kings!?"

"natural."

The herald put his hands in his sleeves: "The royal family never speaks falsely. You are willing to show your face, and we will give you back."

The wizards' faces only looked a little better when the herald said so, it was not a waste of time. Although the queen did not marry, it would be a worthwhile trip if she could harvest a few treasured spells.

Of course, except for Slytherin and Gryffindor, they are not ordinary wizards. At this moment, they have recovered from their previous setbacks. Hearing the herald's words, they couldn't help but look at each other, and they could see each other. Confusion in the eyes.

"What do you think?"

Gryffindor asked Slytherin in a low voice.

"something wrong."

Slytherin said slowly but surely: "Even if we want us to stay and cheer for her, the price is too amazing."

"It's amazing." Gryffindor murmured: "The secret magic of our family, even the potion formula for treating bruises, will not leak out. Isn't this queen's brain not good enough to defeat her own family like this? What’s your family background?"

"Woman, how much long-term vision can you expect."

Slytherin said disdainfully: "As you can see from her act of hiring, she is not a self-sacrificing thing."

After a pause, Slytherin curled his lips: "It is estimated that if you fell in love with my servant, you also fell in love with his face. Otherwise, you shouldn't choose him."

Gryffindor was not as extreme as Slytherin thought. After reminiscing about the failure that he had not seen in ten years, he suddenly became a little worried about the boy who was drawn into the palace. He is so young, so smart, and he should have greater achievements. If he indulges in power and femininity, then this life may be ruined.

After thinking about it, he said, "I decided to stay and see what they are going to make. What about you Salazar?"

"Of course I want to stay."

Slytherin hummed a few times: "If that woman has other ideas that can't hurt me, it would be stupid to ask her, and I won't let this god-given opportunity pass."

After a pause, he squinted his eyes: "Besides, I want to see what happens to my servant."

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And in the palace.

After the palace gate is closed.

Silby was sitting on the golden chariot, traversing the deep palace layer by layer, the golden light of the setting sun shining on the eaves of the palace, reflecting the dim golden light, which made people feel a little mysterious.

Next to the palace are tracts of mangrove forests. Their red leaves reminded Silby of the priests in red robes he met when he was secretly baptized as a child.

The mangrove forest was more colorful than he thought, and the road was longer than he thought. The road leads directly from the street to the depths of the palace. Along the way, there are levels of levels.

Every time he passed a checkpoint, the guards and maids around him lost a lot, and finally, after he passed the tenth checkpoint, only Queen Pandora was left beside him.

The carriage stopped.

"Why don't you mean to be happy at all?"

Queen Pandora released the hand she had been holding, and asked Silby curiously.

"What are you happy about?"

Silby asked lightly.

The queen opened her hands and walked around the palace with her red robe:

"Look, it's all yours here in the future. Isn't that happy enough?"

Silby's gaze fell on Queen Pandora's face. He was firmly wearing a red veil, just like the last time. Even now, she didn't mean to take it off at all.

This made him think of his former female officer. She had covered her face since she was 13 years old, and at the same time, everyone around him covered her face.

This concealment makes him unhappy, and the memory of the past makes him even more disgusting.

He said coldly: "I thought you could come up with something more attractive."

"Okay." Queen Pandora lowered her arm and muttered in a low voice: "The wizard is really realistic..."

Silby: "Huh? Don't what you said in the library that day count?"

The queen shook her head, "Naturally, the palace library is nearby. If you want to see it, I can take you there anytime."

"well."

Silby leaned on the car, and just about to stand up, a stream of blood spurted from his mouth.

He was severely wounded by Gryffindor and had just been relying on willpower to support him, but even if his willpower could last another three days without speaking, his body was already overwhelmed.

The blood shocked Queen Pandora. She squatted down and opened Silby's clothes. It was not bad, but she was shocked when she saw that the boy’s chest was sunken in a small piece. He actually followed Talk like no one else.

The queen immediately took out a bell from her arms and shook it a few times.

Soon, a man in black appeared quietly beside the queen, knelt on one knee, bowed his head, and said nothing.

"Call Joseph's doctor."

The queen ordered.

Just as when he appeared, the man in black left quietly.

After a while, several men hurried over from the palace carrying boxes. They came to the front of the car and hurried to the queen's luggage, and then hurriedly laid Silby on the car to heal his bones.

Their husband smeared a circle of ointment around the broken bone to stop the flow of blood, and then cut Silby's abdominal cavity and put his palm in it. The doctor must be a deformity guy, Silby could feel his palms become very flat in his chest.

Then, he gently held up the broken bone, and fed Silby a glass of extremely difficult transparent drink.

After drinking, Silby's chest was very itchy, it was painful when the bones healed.

He leaned on the chariot, breathing heavily.

The physical pain did not make him feel that there was any problem. He only felt that his fate was strange. He escaped from one palace, only to escape into another palace.

"Can't get out of bed for three weeks."

After the doctor had cured him, he wiped the blood from his hands and said to the queen.

"three weeks?"

The queen frowned. "Is it so long?"

"It's a conservative estimate at this time. Fortunately, he is young enough. If he gets older, he won't be able to get out of bed for at least three months."

The doctor said.

"Okay, I see, you can withdraw."

The queen waved her hand, looking a little unhappy.

After the doctor left, the queen said: "I will send you to rest."

She looked much colder than Silby before he was treated.

"No, take me there now."

Silby lying on the chariot immediately said without hesitation.

"Didn't you listen to what the royal doctor said? You can't walk now."

The queen said lightly: "I don't want you to die."

"That's not a problem."

Silby snapped his fingers.

Suddenly, his back straightened up. It turned out that the metal behind him began to deform and turned into a chair. Then, two big wheels grew under the chair. He sat on the strange, wheeled chair, straight. Looking at Queen Pandora happily, she said in an almost commanding tone: "Push me away."

Queen Pandora looked at the wheeled chair, and felt strange for a moment, what exactly was in this guy's mind. Why can I think of everything that no one else would even think of in a vacuum?

However, she quickly put this little problem behind her head, pushing Silby's wheelchair, through the cascading corridors and some unnamed palaces.

In the end, they came to a side hall.

Here, Queen Pandora took out the spell of the former king's conjurer, Antonio Almodovar, and slowly inserted it into the keyhole, turning it slightly.

The dusty door creaked open.

A hemispherical arch chamber was exposed behind it.

Inside the arch, there are thousands of heavy books densely placed, divided into several piles, and on each pile is lit a small candle that never goes out.

"The book collection of the palace is in two places," Queen Pandora said loudly: "One is here, the other is in the outer hall. The outer hall has some spells for exchanges between wizards, and some advanced magic theories, waiting for you to hurt. Okay, you can go and see it. But the real, the secrets of the Pandora kings of the past, their books of mystery, and the unspoken secrets, are all here. Only kings can."

In the wheelchair, Silby arched his waist and stared straight at the magic books in the hall, seeming to want to swallow them one by one.

"Are you satisfied with this?"

Queen Pandora asked.

Silby didn't speak.

"Hey, why don't you answer?"

Queen Pandora's voice echoed in the hall full of books, trying to draw Silby's attention back to herself.

Wheels.

She got her wish.

The wheelchair turned around, and the boy faced Queen Pandora.

He saw his back slowly straightened, and the light of the candle flame coated his face with a layer of gold, which made his young face a bit more solemn than to look directly at him.

"I'll just ask." He looked directly into the queen's eyes.

"What do you want to ask?"

The queen stepped back slightly.

For some reason, she had a trace of fear.

"This is why."

"what why?"

"This ridiculous fight, the weird claim to send out the throne. And this move to recruit me into the palace, you are definitely not looking for the king." Silby said in a cold tone: "What do you want?"