Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

When the three of them squeezed out the apparition, the rainstorm disappeared.

They appeared in a dilapidated bungalow, which was full of broken shelves and rings, which had been abandoned. Only the peeling oil color pictures on the wall and the scattered tarot cards in the corner of the wall vaguely record the past story.

It used to be a place where a circus performed. Silby had sneaked out of here many years ago and watched a circus show, but was quickly found by his female officer.

After the Apparition appeared, the old wizard was stunned. He first touched his body everywhere, then looked around after a long time, "This...this, what is this place?"

"Don't worry, you just need to know that you are safe. It is at least three days away from Gorongosa."

"Ohhhhh..."

After knowing that she was safe, the woman who had passed through the ghost door and witnessed the tragic death of her husband cried bitterly. She hugged her knees and sat on the ground, crying so sad.

"Three days' journey?

The old man asked in horror.

"What kind of magic did you just use?"

Silby: "Apparition, go where you want to go, as long as that place is visible or has an impression in your mind."

The old man knelt down on the spot, and begged in pain: "Please teach us this magic, teach us, we will no longer be afraid of the chase by the church."

"Don't worry. If you don't learn magic well, you have to separate your body and head." Silby looked at the shadowy manor in the distance: "You might as well tell me what happened recently. Why does the church persecute in this way? you guys?"

"Don't you know?" the old man asked in shock.

"I don't know, I've traveled from here to this point."

Silby said casually. He stretched out his hand, and a pile of firewood flew in front of him, forming a pile automatically in front of him.

Then, Silby pointed to the pile of wood, which lit up, bringing a touch of warmth to the cold room.

"It turns out to be a stranger. It's no wonder that magic is so superb." The old man was shocked by Silby's hand, and he asked cautiously: "I heard that there are many clever wizard families on the Strait. May I ask, you are one of them. A member of ?"

His tone became polite and cautious.

Silby glanced at him and shook his head silently: "No."

The old man's shoulders immediately loosened, and he saw that he let out a sigh of relief.

"Why, do you have an opinion on those, the wizard family?"

Silby played with the spirit of asking the bottom line, wanting to ask anything.

"No, no, how can I be a country wizard."

The old man sat on the ground with a wry smile, and sighed: "Foreigner, you leave here as soon as you can, and you will never set foot on this land again. This land is cursed. You must **** wizards. Blood, eat wizard’s meat."

"Don't talk about the mysterious ones, tell me, why does the church chase you down?"

"why?"

The old man asked back: "Who remembers this clearly."

He sat down and put his hands on the fire: "It has been like this for many years. Since I was born, wizards and Muggles have had a hostile relationship, but at that time, it was basically driving out the village or burning the house. , Won’t go to death like this. After all, everyone is human.”

After a pause, the old man showed a look of fear: "But this situation completely changed seventeen years ago. At that time, the current pope of the church, Pope Gregory VII, ascended to the throne, that old monster. He always hated wizards. It is rumored that he was born in a civilian family, his parents were killed by a dark wizard, and since then he vowed to be incompatible with the wizard.

Whether it is true or not is aside for now, but after he came to power, the church's persecution of wizards immediately rose to a terrible level. And, in the definition of Gregory VII. We are not humans, but demons from **** with blasphemous blood flowing through them. "

"It's not true."

Silby denied it immediately, and he refused to acknowledge the church's claims.

Even more refused to accept the statement that he was a devil or a **** redeemer.

"Everyone knows that this is not true."

The old man said helplessly: "But what do those Muggles know? Except for the educated Muggles, the top aristocratic nobleman, he knew more or less that this was not the case. But for the vast majority of ordinary Muggles, what the church says is what the church says. As long as they can go to heaven, they can do anything. "

At this time, the woman finally stopped her choking, with a strong nasal voice: "Say a thousand ways and ten thousand. But one can do magic, and the other can't. It's inherently different."

"Yeah, it's inherently different."

The old man followed the woman's words and said, "What else can I do if it's different, beat me, I won't just be like that if I lose, I'll be chased everywhere."

"Will you not resist?"

Silby fiddled with the fire in front of him dreamily.

"Young man, how easy is it than you said."

The old man sighed: "Even if I have a bit of magic, I can beat two adults, but the Crusaders are often dispatched by hundreds of people, so there is no room for us to resist."

"Why don't you form an organization to protect yourself, you can easily be destroyed one by one."

Silby asked the question he cared most.

From what he has seen and heard now, the only wizard camp that has formed an organization is Pandora City. That city of wizards is still very loose. The wizards live in different parts of the camp, and there is no long-term. A little thought.

Moreover, the city lord of Pandora called himself a king, but the area under the king's rule was really smaller. It can't radiate farther areas at all.

On the other hand, the human kingdom is much larger, from Aragon to outside Aragon, Aquitaine, Burgundy, Lombardy, Lorraine, and the Holy Roman Empire that includes them all, and Farther Armenia, Sudan, etc...

A formed organization can naturally mobilize greater power. Silby didn't understand why there was such a loose relationship between wizards and wizards.

"Organization..." the old man said grimly: "Who will establish it? Who dares to take this risk.

Most of the wizarding families that have passed on for hundreds of years hide in their paradise and do not pay attention to foreign affairs. Unless disasters are rewarded to them, they will never come out. "

"You can't come out at this time?"

Silby was a little shocked, "You are all killed by the church."

"Then you think too much," a rare sneer appeared on the old man's face: "Our life-and-death pure-blood families don't care at all. They only care about the purity of blood and the transmission of magical secrets. They don't even marry outsiders. It’s common for them to make peace with their brothers and sisters. The previous generations like us were Muggles, and in their eyes they are mud seeds. The cheap seeds that grow in the mud are the possibility of tarnishing their pure, ancient and noble blood. They I wish we died."

The words of the old man stirred Silby's heart for a long time.

He saw something different from Pandora.

I saw something different from the noble Gryffindor and the cold Slytherin.

That is the most tragic and ordinary side of the wizard.

He couldn't help thinking of Salazar Slytherin and Godric Gryffindor.

They became such a powerful wizard at such a young age, if there was no huge family behind them. Silby didn't believe it.

But the two of them are the only top wizards to go to Pandora City. In Silby's eyes, the other wizards were almost far from the top.

Who in Slytherin or Gryffindor thought about creating an organization for wizards to thrive?

Slytherin didn't want to, Silby knew. Judging from his collection of books in the belly of the snake, he is probably only interested in Queen Pandora and the wealth behind the Queen.

As a poisonous snake in the dark, he is also used to being alone. In terms of rule, he can't tolerate even a powerful servant. How can he rule?

As for Gryffindor, Silby thought that Gryffindor might have the idea of ​​forming an organization, but there was a problem with his way of doing things. In Silby's eyes, he was a charismatic fighter, but he was not a success. Ruler.

He has been out for so many years, and there is only one boat around him. The boat was also covered with gold for showing off, which is what a real king does.

After the old man and his daughter slept, Silby sat by the fire, thinking about his life and future.

It is true that he wanted to find the guy who appeared in his dream and made him stand up. But when he found that even Gryffindor could not meet his requirements, his obsession was not so deep anymore. In other words, he was buried in the bottom of my heart.

Instead, there is a deep dissatisfaction, dissatisfaction with the status quo.

He was kept in the manor by his father for more than ten years, and kept in the tower for several years, all thanks to the church. The church can do this because they know the rules.

The rules of human consciousness, the rules of the development of things.

Knowing the rules, even a child can fall an elephant.

This is destined to be an unfair battle, and the wizards are too ignorant.

Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind.

Since no one wants to form an organization, why don't I create an organization?

If I had an organization, then sooner or later, I would find that mountain and climb up.

If I have an organization, I don't even need to find it myself, which is too inefficient.

If I had an organization... he took a note from his arms, it was the strongest spell he had created in Pandora's Palace so far, a spell he didn't even know how to release.

"If I had a master, I could even find the true master of this spell." Silby murmured.

Gradually, a plan appeared in his heart.

At the beginning, it was just a prototype, but as the thinking jumped rapidly, the prototype grew rapidly, and it took up his brain in an instant.

He breathed heavily.

Early the next morning.

When the old man and his daughter woke up from the fire extinguishing pile.

The gray-haired boy who rescued them yesterday is nowhere to be seen.

They stood up and looked for the boy, trying to call his name, only to find that they didn't even know his name.

Everything that I experienced was like Nanke Yimeng, fleeting.

In the end, they were extremely depressed and wanted to clean up and leave this dilapidated warehouse.

But at this moment, they saw a row of deep nicks beside the fire.

The two were shocked and rushed forward at the same time.

I saw an inscription on the ground depicting a person's body, as well as some magical flow routes, as well as detailed instructions and explanations.

Next to that nick, there was a row of small words written in charcoal—"This is the spell of Apparition, and there are tricks. If you can, please pass it to every wizard who needs it."

The two fell to the ground, crying with joy.

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Silby returned to Pandora's book collection palace again. Although it only took him less than a day to go back and forth, his mind has changed drastically.

He no longer focused his attention on illusory dreams, and instead focused on the present moment, on his unexploded career.

It didn't take long to return to the library palace.

The Queen of Pandora, Beatrix, accompanied by a group of guards, pushed open the door of the library angrily, and all the guards raised their swords together to guard her.

"My cat was petrified."

Queen Pandora asked Silby in meditation.

Silby slowly opened his eyes and saw the angry face under the red veil.

"I did it."

He confessed straightforwardly: "In order to test the newly learned spell."

"My crow can no longer make a sound."

Queen Pandora's tone became more severe.

Silby repeated: "I did it to test the newly learned spell."

"My black guards are all stuck on the walls and roof, unable to move."

Silby said indifferently, as if only one sentence: "I did it to test the newly learned spell."

"Then those poor guards of mine, they are lost and have no memory. You did it too, to test your abilities?"

"Not bad."

Silby nodded.

The queen looked angry. She clenched her fists and said coldly: "Then have you entered my palace?"

Silby smiled impenetrably and shook his head: I didn't find your palace, although I really want to find you. "

"Why are you looking for me."

"Because I have done what you asked for."

"You... did you invent that spell?"

The queen's anger disappeared, and she was a little uncertain, but asked expectantly.

"I did write a spell that surpassed all the spells I have ever seen." Silby said, and he took out a note from his chest: "I'm sure, this spell can gather everyone's energy and surpass the existing ones. All the wizards."

"There really is such a spell."

The queen said without hesitation: "Let me see."

She walked to Silby and held out her hand.

"No way."

Silby retracted his hand.

"Why not?" The queen was upset.

"Because it is so simple, it can be used by individuals."

Silby said, "Maybe you will see it."

"Then you can show it to me."

"I'll show it to you, and you will learn it. So no." Silby smiled: "Besides, this is a spell that I can't control by myself."

"I'm afraid you are not lying to me. There are no spells that you invented but can't use." The queen squinted suspiciously and pointed to the pile of books behind Silby. "How many books have you read?"

"The time is too short, I can only see less than one-tenth."

Silby casually perfunctory, he thinks this answer can be close to Queen Pandora's expectations.

"one tenth!?"

Unexpectedly, Queen Pandora was shocked: "You can see so much? Have you learned all the magic recorded in that book?"

"Not all learned."

Silby said in a frustrated tone: "Actually, I have learned very little. Some ancient books are too obscure to understand the whole picture. It's a pity."

The queen's eyes were still full of suspicion.

"Don't look at me like that, dear."

Silby used the most intimate title, and he gently said: "What I do to your guards and cats is my limit. Three months is too short."

"Then you dare to boast in Haikou and say that you invented the strongest spell."

"Well, it may be a blessing, it may be that God borrowed me to write it out by hand." Silby looked at the note in his hand intoxicated, and said, "In fact, I didn't invent it at all, I just found out. It, you are right, there is indeed a way to gather super magical energy."

Listening to Silby's words, the queen's expression softened a bit, but soon her eyes became very firm again: "Then when do you plan to hand that spell to me."

"not now."

Silby smiled and shook his head: "Of course not now."

"Why, you seem to be very useless in security."

"Sure," Silby said teasingly: "How do I know that you won't break your promise after getting the spell. Drive me out of the palace, and then enjoy the spell and rights alone."

The queen said displeased: "I promised to marry you, and I will naturally keep my promise. For our wedding, I even notified all the wizards I could find and let them witness this moment. You think I will be in front of so many people. Lie?"

"Hahaha, good."

Silby happily said: "I am always cautious, and I like to deal with people who have the spirit of contract. Let's do this. If you are sure to marry me, then on the wedding day, I will give this spell as a gift How about giving it to you as a token of love?"

A token of love.... The queen grinned slightly and said, "Do you really have feelings?"

"Over time, it will definitely be there."

Silby shook the note in his hand, how? Would you like it?

"Okay," the queen agreed, turning her head and leaving:

"Then we'll see you tomorrow," he said, holding on to the door frame, "I hope you can keep your promise."

"This is natural."

Silby lowered his head and continued to immerse himself in meditation.