Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Looking at the guy with his head drooping and weeping slightly in the tent, Hoffa walked back on tiptoe, tiptoe.

Bent over and comforted in a low voice: "Hey, are you okay."

No one answered, sobbing and talking to himself stopped. Silby remained sitting cross-legged, the computer was down and motionless.

Hoffa felt a little strange, so he got down too, his head dropped under Silby, and looked at him face up. It turned out that Silby looked at the ground blankly like a fool, still drooling at the corners of his mouth.

Hoffa shook his hand before his eyes a few times, and he didn't respond.

Damn it, isn't it really crazy...

Hoffa whispered in his heart, when the king was too stressed, or too lonely leading to a mental breakdown, it was not the first one. But it's more likely that Silby was pretending to be crazy to fool herself.

This guy has been extremely rude since the first meeting. He still remembers that when he and Osivia sent him to Barcelona together, he peeed in the car crotch, which was even more **** than now. At the time, I thought he was a paralyzed patient, but I didn't expect to know later that he was a demon cursed by Salazar Slytherin.

In order to confirm whether he really broke down or fooled himself, Hoffa gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and used the power of his dream to visualize a bottle of Fengyou Essence.

He shivered.

I opened the Fengyoujing and dripped it on the handkerchief.

Then he covered Silby's nose with only a slight breath with a handkerchief.

"Uh...!"

Less than a second.

Silby straightened his back and coughed violently.

"Your Majesty, are you all right."

Hoffa hurriedly put away the Fengyoujing, and asked pretentiously by supporting him.

"Cough cough cough cough..." Silby coughed violently on the ground: "You...what **** thing did you use for me... cough cough cough... oh, I am dead.

He coughed and said, his tone was cold and perverse. After coughing for a long time, after the odor of wind and oil dissipated, he groaned up and asked Hoffa in wonder: "Why are you still here?"

At this moment, Silby no longer looked sharp and dangerous. On the contrary, his eyes were wide and his pupils were round, which was unexpectedly naive. Just like a child.

"I'll leave in a while." Hoffa fought haha, staying vigilant. Not to mention that Silby became an incomprehensible appearance, even if he became a water bear, Hoffa would be wary of him. This guy bombed Hogwarts and exiled himself to someone fifty years later, he must be guarded.

But Silby became interested. He looked at Hoffa, scratched his head, and asked curiously: "Don't hurry, you haven't told me who you are."

He looked at Hoffa curiously, squatted down next to him, pinched his cheeks, looked at the top of his head for a while, looked at his chin for a while, and even touched Hoffa's head. , Like a monkey catching lice to another monkey.

The sweat on Hoffa's forehead came down.

At this time, he would rather go to fight Grindelwald for three hundred rounds than to be with this strange flower.

"Who are you? Why are you not afraid at all, yet you are so wary of me, who are you?"

Silby sniffed Hoffa's hair.

"Who are you?" Hoffa couldn't help asking.

Silby at this moment was different from anything he had ever seen. If he insisted that he was similar, maybe when he took Silby in a drag racing, he was a little similar to now.

"West Xavier..."

The young man murmured.

"West Xavier!? Wh..."

Hoffa wanted to ask something, but he was shocked.

Yes, Silby was just his former name, and he told himself that his real name was unknown, and he had never told anyone.

Could it be that his real name is West Xavier?

If that is the case, is he the most authentic side sitting in front of him now?

For a time, a series of thoughts flashed through his forehead quickly.

"What about you, what's your name?" Silby asked.

"My name is..."

Hoffa hesitated to speak, but Silby looked at him seriously.

Hoffa thought quickly, he could not tell him his real name, because he was still not sure where he was. The difference between dream and reality is very vague here.

If it is a dream, the real Silby is likely to be aware of his return, because he is the master of the dream. If it is the reality, it is even more remarkable. He ran to the West more than a thousand years ago and told his name to the West. Sylby, Silby will chase and kill himself in the future.

This again constitutes a terrible cycle.

After going through 6,000 cycles, Hoffa was in awe of the certain, scheduled events.

Thinking of this, he shook his head and faintly changed the topic: "I'll tell you the name later. You tell me why you hide in the tent and don't go out?"

"I stay here just because I am in pain."

Silby no longer fiddled with Hoffa's head, but just sat down and said frankly, "I'm so painful."

"Because of what pain, is it too lonely because there is no opponent?"

"As long as I defeat the guy across the fjord, I will never have an opponent in this world. Of course I know it, but things are not that simple." Silby hugged his knees and fell into thought:

"From childhood to adulthood, when I want to eat, others will put the food on the plate and respectfully give it to me. If I like a toy, others will find a way to give me that toy.

However, no one can answer the question I really want to get an answer to.

When I grow up, because of my **** talent, I can learn any difficult magic, and because of my **** ability, I can defeat any opponent that hinders me. Because of my **** look, I can even attract any woman.

However, I really want to get answers to the questions, but I can't talk to others. "

Silby hugged his knees and said in disgust: "My life is as smooth as a piece of silk that makes me sick, without any bulges, nor does it require any effort from me. I can't find the value of being alive. . It’s too easy to get everything, too easy."

Hoffa couldn't help being dumb. After all the hardships, he came to this guy, risking his life and betting his happiness as the price to stop him. But he said that he got everything because he was boring, and he was really more angry than others.

However, he naturally couldn't say these words, he just comforted him: "You are already amazing, and ordinary people will never achieve your achievements in a lifetime."

"fart."

Silby grinned, exposing White Sensen's teeth.

"Are these my things?"

He pointed to the sky, "These are his thoughts. He gave me all of this. He built this slide, this chaotic era, and all I did was slide down this slide. But I Well, what about myself, who am I?"

"You beat the church hard, but now you say you believe in God. If this is heard by the wizards outside, they are afraid that they will be mutiny."

"I would rather they have a little bit of their own ideas, in fact most people don't." Silby said lightly: "I believe there is a higher level of existence, it may be God, it may be an old bastard, or it may be something else. What. It’s just that the church is willing to be its servant, I don’t want to."

"But you are indeed the servant of "it" now."

Hoffa said: "You have become a king under the expectation of all wizards, and the monarchy is granted by the gods. If "it" is unwilling, you will not become a king."

"What do you do? What do you tell me? What would you do if you were me?"

Silby asked three times what to do. He looked at Hoffa and asked sincerely: “Don’t tell me anything like getting a wife and having children. For me, life is an infinite game. When I reach the limit, I will never give up."

Hoffa was shocked. At this moment, he saw something very pure in Silby, which was so pure that there was no trace of impurities. He may also have something like that on himself, but compared with the guy in front of him, it is only Firefly and Haoyue.

It's close.

Hoffa knew.

He is close to the essence.

This made his breath tremble slightly.

After finally calming down the excitement, Hoffa said in a deep voice, "Now tell me, Xi Xavier, what do you want most?"

"It's very simple, I want to be a wizard."

Silby said in a melancholy tone. He hugged his knees, "A true wizard."

"But you are already a wizard."

Hoffa said in confusion. It did not expect Silby to give such an answer. If he is not a wizard, then who is a wizard?

"I am not a wizard."

Silby buried his head deep in his arms.

"When I was the crown prince, I went to a circus. The wizard took the rabbit out of the hat and the people who watched laughed with joy. I think it was a great accomplishment.

But now I have ascended the throne, I am not a wizard. I am a king, half a man, and half a wizard's king.

What I bring to the world is not happiness, but pain. During the five years of the war, my army ravaged every piece of land on the mainland, and burned the world of Muggles to nothing.

Besides, I can't kill all the Muggles. Even if I kill all the Muggles, the offspring of the wizard will still give birth to dumb cannons, and the offspring of the dumb cannons will become Muggles. Wars and conflicts will continue forever. "

Hoffa said: "It has been dragging like this, and there is no possibility that there will be results. The snowball has already rolled up, and you are wishful thinking to stop it. What is bound to happen, how can it be changed?"

"Yeah..... The result is inevitable. Why should I do something that is destined to happen? I am destined to defeat the pope, to become the strongest wizard in the mainland, to become a king, and to be destined to suffer Died in self-torture. What can I do? I can't do anything."

Silby looked at Hoffa, "If it were you, what would you do?"

"I can't do anything."

Hoffa said: "Just keep the status quo."

Silby: "This is not the answer I want to hear."

Hoffa: "Whether you want to listen to it or not, the world is like this, and people are an animal that keeps fighting. Heaven revolves, and retribution is unhappy.

Even if there were no wizards, only Muggles, they would fight each other endlessly.

Long-distance love burns homosexuals, Christians kill ***, whites kill blacks, and blacks kill whites. You may not believe it. They may even fight because of whether the taste is sweet or salty. As long as there are differences, there will be battles. "

"I disagree."

Silby shook his head and looked at him: "I absolutely disagree. What you said, it happened the day after tomorrow. They have a choice. But, do wizards have a choice? Do Muggles have a choice? Born to be a wizard, Muggles are powerful and will be killed by Muggles. Born to be Muggles, sorcerers will be killed by sorcerers.

Hoffa: "There is no fairness at all. Throughout human history, how many people have a choice.

All the choices we make are the most correct choices at the moment, but if you look back, every step is full of loopholes and countless mistakes.

But the past facts are there, it is powerful, inviolable, and unchangeable.

Just like you think everything is too easy, it's because you are adapting to this era, adapting to the ideas of all wizards, they need a king, and you happen to be a king.

If you fight against this era, it will make you feel the real pain. "

"That's it."

Silby said in a suddenly realized tone, "So that's it..."

After that, he stopped talking, just opened his mouth and fixedly looked ahead. His childish look disappeared, his pupils gradually shrank until they became a small dot, and his brows were sharply raised.

Hoffa was surprised, what's the matter?

Why did this guy chat and chat back again.

"who are you?"

Silby asked again.

At this time, he had no naivety at all, and his tone was full of scrutiny and ruthlessness.

The fast switching between these two states, even Hoffa, was a little caught off guard.

He stood up, his whole person sharp like a cross sword.

"who are you?"

He asked very oppressively.

"I am no one."

Hoffa stood up, telling him instinctively that something was not right and he should rush away.

"Then why do you think that you are right, why there is no real understanding in the world, and how to eliminate differences, people can't become happier." Silby asked aggressively.

"Heaven is ruthless, I just want to go with it."

Hoffa said.

"So you are the way of heaven?"

Silby's momentum rose a little bit.

Outside the tent, there was a strong wind, flying sand and rocks.

"in a sense."

Hoffa nodded: "I am the Way of Heaven."

Silby's eyes lit up with a dazzling brilliance. The surging power surged out like a tide. The tent covering the two of them was instantly torn away by the wind. Amidst an exclamation, Silby raised his head and laughed and said, "So it's you, I finally found you!"