Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Ravenclaw just stood up.

A loud salute interrupted the attention of Slytherin and Gryffindor.

It turned out to be the salute on the other side of the square.

Bang, bang, bang!

The fried Ravenclaw was dizzy.

On the stage of the musicians on the opposite side of the square, the cry of the flute, the vibrato of the pipe, the scream of the violin, and the roar of the horn were heard at the same time, but the most disturbing thing was the sound of the salute, which made her get goose bumps all over her body. It's like a huge heart beating wildly somewhere, unwilling to be lonely.

She glanced at her tarot card.

Upright tower.

That is the supreme omen, enough to make the most calm astrologer feel uneasy, great destruction is coming, and the time is now. What will happen?

Silby, dressed in an angry horse, slowly walked out on a white horse from the road covered with flowers.

He was originally good looking, and coupled with the extremely windy attire, he was even more arrogant and arrogant.

At this moment, it seems that all wizards have become ducks, but the walking white swan he has become has changed from an ugly duckling.

"hateful"

Slytherin said viciously.

Ravenclaw looked at Silby with his brows furrowed, his gaze shifted to the divination figure he had calculated, and he kept rubbing his chin, thinking about something.

Silby noticed the sword-like stare in the crowd, and saw Slytherin and Gryffindor, but he didn't care much anymore.

After three months of study, he came into contact with the most difficult and the highest magic knowledge. With this heritage, many wizards who were previously unattainable to him have become transparent.

His attention was completely focused on the front, the Queen Pandora who was sitting on the throne quietly waiting for him. In front of her was a gold and silver dinner plate with fragrant food and dark red glass wine bottles. And-the magic wand that symbolizes the power of the king, the magic wand of the previous king.

That was the gift the Queen prepared for him. As long as he gave her his gift, he could gain the right to rule the city.

The sun was dazzling and distorted, and in the heat, the wedding march continued its abnormal tone.

Ravenclaw's gaze shifted to his divination pattern again, but it changed its form.

Dangerous tower from the darkness just now.

Turned into a red emperor, he sits on the throne, wears a crown studded with gems, and holds a scepter symbolizing power and status in his hands. The experienced man has a solemn expression. Even though he is the king of a country, he still wears armor. He seems to have unquestionable authority, and he is quite confident and firm.

Strange, who moved his own divination?

Ravenclaw looked at Slytherin and Gryffindor, but they were staring at Silby on the white horse. The others were the same, and it was completely impossible for them to use their own divination.

Ravenclaw was puzzled for a while.

She sat down and took a gloomy sip of the wine, thinking that maybe she was too worried. How can there be any bad omen that can't be seen in thousands of years.

Just a few more hours, maybe when the banquet is over, she can make appointments with Slytherin and Gryffindor, leave the city, walk all the way to see the flowers, and go back to England.

Finally, Silby's horse stopped in front of the throne in the square.

Next is the gift time. According to the tradition of the Iberian Peninsula, the bride and groom should give each other a gift before the wedding, usually a ring. Of course, sometimes it will be other binding tokens.

However, for this token, the two have long reached a conclusion.

Stand up and dismount.

Silby walked up to the steps, looked around, and said loudly, "Today, I have a gift to give to my future wife. This is a spell created by me, only for one person in the world."

With that, he took out a gold and silver cylindrical lock cylinder from his arms. That thing gleamed in the sun, as if it contained endless power.

He strolled forward, bowed in an unusually standard posture, and placed the silver cylinder in Queen Beatrix I's hand.

The salute fired again.

Although most wizards don't want to see Silby, because he is too young and too dazzling. But at this moment, they are still applauding for them under the effect of reproductive instinct. This is the peculiar effect of the wedding atmosphere.

The queen tremblingly took the silver tube, and she took a deep breath, spinning the silver tube with endless desire. Want to take out the supreme spell that Silby placed in it.

Only found that it didn't move at all.

Take a closer look, and there is a row of extremely complicated code locks on the silver cylinder. Each cipher wheel is studded with twenty-six small pieces of gold, and the gold is engraved with English letters the size of an ant. There are eight wheels in total.

"This is?!"

The queen asked in astonishment.

Silby stooped down steadily, leaned to the Queen's ear, and whispered softly: "Come and play a game, my dear, I put the spell in the code lock. As long as you guess the code, you can open it. Get the strongest spell I have created."

The queen's joyful face gradually cooled, she slowly stood up, "What do you mean?"

"Come on, guess what."

Silby laughed softly: "But you only have one chance. I added a very high concentration of acid to the combination lock. If you want to open it forcibly, it will destroy the spell hidden inside."

The queen was stunned, her eyes widened in the dazzling sunlight, and black lines appeared one after another on the flawless neck and forehead.

Silby was indifferent to the anger of the person in front of him, and he continued to tease her like playing with fire:

"By the way, in order to play this game well with you, my dear madam. I specially put a forgetting spell on myself before coming. That is to say, if you ask me what the spell is, I can't remember it for the time being. "

The more he said, the more his lips split, and when he said the last word, his face was full of uncontrollable happiness.

Queen Beatrix's face turned from flushing to pale, "You are playing tricks on me."

"Oh~ how come~ if you know me, you should know what the password is." Silby said: "Well, are you interested in getting to know your lover?"

Rumble!

The salute fired again.

With courtesy, countless ribbons and dots of candy fell from the sky. Rows of singers came in from the other side of the square. They played horns, harps and leather bagpipes. The singer's fingers flicked the harp strings, and the square was filled with loud but somewhat noisy rhythms.

Except for the confused Gryffindor, the cold Slytherin, and the restless Ravenclaw. The other wizards in the square applauded. For the rest of the matter, when the husband and wife exchanged tokens, they gave plenty of face.

But at the top of the square, Queen Beatrix trembled in an extremely angry tone: "You are playing me, brat!"

"To each other."

Amidst the cheers, Silby said warmly in a voice that only the two of them could hear. The two are very close, and to outsiders, the newlyweds are whispering sweetly.

"My skills are still far behind yours." Silby said.

Queen Beatrix smiled angrily, she swept away all the food on the table in front of her with a palm.

Wow! Damn it!

As the silver plate and golden bowl fell to the ground and flew far away, the exquisite food in that plate became a mess. The dark red wine in the glass bottle spilled out like blood.

The blowing, playing and singing musicians were frightened, the loud rhythm turned into a harsh noise, the cheering wizard's expression was frozen, and his palms stopped in the air. The square suddenly became silent, and only the queen's sharp and extremely angry shout was heard: "She sternly shouted: "You dare to play me, come here!" Take this person to me! ! "

Rumble, hordes of soldiers in golden armor. From behind the square rushed out in pieces. They all raised their golden spears, the tips of the guns radiating extremely sharp light in the sun.

The space was distorted. On Silby’s gorgeous and unusual groom’s dress, there appeared one after another dark gold lines like a grid. They gradually brightened, and finally they turned out to be like a big fishing net, holding Silby firmly. Tied to death.

Silby kicked the long table without hesitation and waved his arm.

He let out a violent shout: "Ha!"

The long table was kicked back by a huge force. His robes were blown by a gust of wind blowing from the inside out, hitting countless fragments. The fragments were still pieces of cloth when they flew in the air, but they fell to the ground. It became a golden rope.

This is not over yet, from the gusty wind blowing out of Silby's body, countless to the extreme sharp and completely unrecognizable wind blades have changed.

Tens of thousands of wind blades swept past, blowing straight towards the queen and her guards.

boom!

The bald messenger appeared from nowhere. He stretched out his hand, smashed the long banquet table with a palm, and erected it in front of Queen Pandora.

Click! Click!

A dozen wind blades cut the long table into a dozen pieces of wood in less than a millisecond, and even the body of the bald-headed messenger was cut out with more than a dozen deep bone wounds.

He crossed his hands and stood firmly in front of the queen, motionless. Let Beatrix not receive the slightest harm.

But those gold guards were not so lucky, and countless wind blades swept across their bodies.

In the rush, their bodies broke apart like detachable toys. Arm with gun, swinging thigh, head with golden armor mask.

All were broken from the torso.

The broken fragments remained in the air for a second in human form, then under the action of gravity, they fell to the ground with a snap. First the limbs were severed, then the torso, and finally the head.

The incision is extremely smooth.

Unusually smooth.

one move.

A hundred people cut!

Blood is like a fountain.

Sprinkle the earth all over.

The wedding scene was dyed blood red.

The banquet became hell.

The scene immediately fell into a storm-like chaos, and the ordinary citizens were shocked. They saw the fragments of guards cut into one place by the "new king", the pungent blood and stream-like red. For some reason, they all exclaimed and were about to flee.

"I see which one dares to move!"

Silby's roar caused an invisible barrier to appear around the wedding square. The barrier was transparent and smooth, but involuntarily blocked everyone's path.

Silby was like a real king, with the shining light in his eyes, watching the panicked and fleeing wizards and citizens, commanding in a calm but extremely oppressive tone.

"Today's story, if you listen, you must listen. If you don't listen, you must listen."

Some wizards originally had two battles, but after hearing Silby's leadership words, they all calmed down surprisingly and stopped shaking.

"Who is it that will give up power when sitting on top of power? I think there are only three kinds of people, one is a fool, the other is helpless, and the other is a bigger conspiracy. "Silby pointed to Beatrix from the heights, "Excuse me, what kind of you are?"

"Narrow-sighted guy, do you think your words are the absolute truth?" Beatrix is ​​still diametrically opposed to Silby. It is hard to imagine. Just a few minutes ago, the salute was still firing and people were still cheering. Their combination.

"In that case, it has to be put into evidence."

After speaking, Silby raised his hand, and the wand held by Beatrix flew into Silby's hand.

The wand immediately twisted, struggled, and shivered in pain. But Silby's almost endless spiritual field poured into the wand, and he surrendered in an instant.

He was naked, holding a magic wand, walking slowly on the flat ground below Queen Pandora, and said loudly: "Power walks in the world, like a horse-drawn carriage rolling through a mire, through the ruts, you can know where it comes from. Similarly, magic, too In the world, leaving its unique traces."

He flicked his wand and said the spell—"riori　cantate!"

In the spell, Silby's fingertips showed a flickering gold thread composed of energy. Then the gold thread splits, producing thousands of arcs of light around the caster, and the arcs of light form one pattern after another.

Under the action of the flashback spell, the wand of the previous generation of city lord Antonio spewed out a strange and unique transparent phantom.

——

In the illusion, it was a four-poster bed with a red curtain. The former city lord and conjurer Antonio V was lying on the bed, pale and thin.

The woman lying beside him was ruddy, plump and enchanting.

"Antonio, my beloved, please tell me, why is your magic so powerful?"

The woman asked, stroking the man's face.

"Because I practice day and night, the heat and the cold, my dear"

The man said in a confused voice, and reached out to touch the chest of the people around him.

The woman grabbed his hand and asked, "So Antonio, are you the most powerful wizard in the world?"

The man’s pale face showed a touch of confidence, but this confidence was quickly worn down by his weak body. He was a little decadent and uncertain and said: "It should be. No one knows more than me. too much."

"Then Antonio, do you have a spell that can destroy all wizards in the world?" The woman rubbed against Antonio's face, her tone confused.

"Nothing"

The man shook his head pale and feebly, "Why, how could there be such a spell?"

"But can you create that kind of spell?"

The queen whispered: "You are so strong and so brave."

"I won't shoot myself in the foot." The man struggled to regain his sense of reason.

The woman immediately made an angry look, turned her back to him, and ignored him.

When she got angry, the man's heart would melt. He quickly held onto the woman's shoulder and said softly, "No, Bella, dear, I heard my teacher say when I was a child. If there is a genius, you can gather everyone's Strength, then he can do anything, anything."

"Then are you that genius?"

The woman asked with her back to the man's urn.

"No," the man smiled bitterly. "Although I think I am talented among wizards, I haven't created any spells. Creating spells is really a coincidence."

"Then I keep you and it's useless."

The woman suddenly let out a hoarse, weird laugh, and her voice became unmale and female.

Antonio's obsessive expression was slightly taken aback.

Wow!

The quilt was violently opened.

The woman turned her head, and her charming face became withered and old in an instant, and she even had a gray beard on her chin.

Seeing his beloved one suddenly turned into a naked half-old man, Antonio V uttered the most fearful cry from the depths of his soul-"Ah!!!"

The half-old man grinned and raised his wand, uttering a syllable: "Dead!"

The strong green light swallowed Antonio V and burned the projected picture.

——

Silby held his fist in his hand and stopped the golden lightning of the flashback curse. He coldly looked at Beatrix on the high platform and smiled: "That guy just now, did you look familiar?"

"Nonsense!!"

Beatrix became annoyed with anger, "Get me down with this lunatic!"

The gloomy sky twisted again.

More armored guards rushed over on horseback from the street outside the square. The whirlwind-like horseshoes swayed passers-by, and the flowers all over the ground were trampled into mud.

The guards who rushed on horseback collided with the barrier, under the huge inertia. The horse's neck bends instantly, the spine stabs muscles, and the rider falls to the ground.

Silby opened his arms unscrupulously and stood naked in the sun. The clouds in the sky were like a tsunami, tumbling with his breath. Quickly cover the dazzling rays of the sun.

Facing the wizards attending the banquet and the dumbfounded citizens of Pandora, he loudly said with a voice magnified dozens of times:

"I have heard that people who can do great things never care what the process is. As long as they can achieve the desired result, they can do anything. I am ashamed of this!"

Then he turned around abruptly, his voice echoing in the sky, his eyes were extremely cold: "The farce is over, Your Majesty the Queen."

Queen Pandora took a deep breath and pulled off her veil, revealing a pretty face of iron and green, the unstoppable killing intent and determination in her eyes.

Silby opened his five fingers, "However, let me correct my mistake first. Should I call you, Beatrix I, or call you, Gregory VII, the great Pope!! "