Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

|　|　|　　->　->　　 In 950, at the break of dawn, the fire burned every inch of Constantinople’s land. In the fifth year after the beginning of the war, Sylby launched wizards across the continent and began to fight The final siege of the church.

His subordinates were extremely excited. It was the last site of the church, which contained a large amount of wealth accumulated by the church over hundreds of years, and countless believers. Among the believers, there were many beautiful people of all colors.

At the moment when the ** was about to be satisfied, groups of wizards held up their weapons and rushed towards the city wall, the ancient high wall quickly collapsed under magic. Countless church soldiers covered in fire screamed and fell to the ground from the high wall. The Muggle civilians wailed bitterly under the red-eyed wizard.

In stark contrast to the frenetic wave on the main battlefield, the rear battlefield was deserted.

Ravenclaw was alone with his wand, looking for something in the back of the battlefield. After searching for a long time, they couldn't find their king. The guy hid from the beginning of the battle.

She had to set off to a more remote place, so remote that she couldn't hear the fanatical, impetuous, and crazy voice on the main battlefield.

Finally, she found Silby, which was the location of the old city wall. The coach Silby sat alone on the high wall, wearing a crown with five fingers on his head and a red cloak. Looking at the blazing fire in the distance, he was motionless, as if waiting for a miracle to happen.

Ravenclaw put away his wand and came to Silby: "Aren't you going in and take care of it? I'm afraid that no one is restrained, they will burn, kill and loot in the city, destroying everything."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a bang from the wall in the distance, and a huge tree man stood up from the ground. It was Oleard. He laughed happily and broke the wall with his roots. A big hole came out. The screams are endless.

Under the light of the fire, Silby's face looked very cold. He asked Ravenclaw: "According to your experience and understanding, what kind of empire will we become?"

"The first wizarding empire ever." Ravenclaw said: "This is something that no one has ever done."

She hooked Silby's shoulder and praised: "Everyone will remember your name, and you will become the Caesar among wizards."

"Caesar," Silby smiled self-deprecatingly, "Who will govern such a huge empire for me?"

Ravenclaw thought for a moment and said, "You are the king, and you can arrange the rest as you like. If you want, you can entrust your territory to different top wizards and let them help you manage the empire. Muggles It's all done this way."

"Will they make a mess after I die?" Silby glanced at Ravenclaw.

Ravenclaw trembled slightly and looked at him incredulously: "How come...?"

Silby looked at the blazing fire: "My father Ramiro I is the legendary monarch of Navarre, the Muggle Kingdom, and the illegitimate son of Sancho III. When Sancho was alive, the kingdom had a life of singing and dancing, but he just Two hours after his death, my father was in the Aragon region, and he became king of himself, fighting with his brothers."

"We have been together for five years, do you think we will betray you?" Ravenclaw asked in disbelief.

"Emotions are always perishable. I won't believe in any verbal allegiance." The flames gleamed in Silby's eyes, but his eyes were even more dimmed.

Ravenclaw: "Why don't you trust us?"

Silby shook his head. "I have a small idea, Ronay, do you know what I want to do?"

"What do you want to do." Ravenclaw was curious.

Silby replied: "There is no shortage of intelligent Muggles who can be used as assistants and consuls. I want to establish complete information institutions, intelligence agencies, and educational institutions, so we can respect wizards. One idea is planted in the hearts of those Muggles, so that they will serve the wizards from generation to generation."

"You want a Muggle to be our archon?"

Ravenclaw's expression changed, and he immediately became alert.

Silby: "Don't worry, if there is no special opportunity, they can't resist. It's done. Without the help of the church, we are much stronger than them."

"No, no!"

Ravenclaw’s reaction was extremely fierce. She said excitedly: “We just got rid of one church and cannot immediately step into the control of another church. Muggles and wizards can never live together peacefully. Your thoughts, not only I will Agree, Slytherin will not agree, Gryffindor will not agree, not even Hufflepuff will agree!"

There was a blank look on Silby's face.

"If this is the case, then withdraw." He said lightly.

"What?" Ravenclaw didn't respond. "What...what did you say?"

"I said, let's withdraw. You don't have to continue." Silby patted his **** and stood up, "The goal is complete."

Ravenclaw followed Silby incredulously: "We have not completely taken Constantinople, and Pope Gregory is not dead. We need a sign to declare the end of the war. All wizards are A sign is needed to announce the end of the war, and you completely violate the wishes of all wizards!"

Silby's expression was as cold as iron: "It makes no difference whether you kill the Pope or not, it's just a vent."

"His Majesty!!"

"Enough," Silby's face was as cold as iron: "You can help me out, but I don't need you to help me make decisions. Now, let Slytherin and Gryffindor gather their men and withdraw immediately. ."

Ravenclaw looked at Silby with incomprehensible eyes, as if looking at another stranger, but out of respect, she still chose to execute Silby's orders.

The execution of the order was extremely difficult. It was extremely difficult to bring back a pourable wizard from the frontline dad on the battlefield. It was as difficult as a lion dragging meat from its mouth when it was eating food.

In the past, the order that came naturally to the people was greatly hindered on this day. No one understood what the coach Sylby was thinking, and it was extremely uncomfortable for everyone to fail at the moment before the victory of the decisive battle.

When Ravenclaw returned with Gryffindor and Slytherin, Gryffindor threw the fairy sword to the ground angrily, yelling angrily: "What the hell! ? Why withdraw troops? You let him go five years ago. Why do you let him go now? "

Slytherin calmly suggested: "Let the tiger go back to the mountain is a big taboo. The pope is not dead. With the huge number of Muggles, a new church will soon be formed and the persecution of wizards will continue. We finally got to this point. , I really can't just give up."

Hufflepuff looked at Sylby with a melancholy expression. I really don't want to say more, but I also agree with Slytherin. Since you want to guarantee the survival of the wizard, there are some dirty things that we have to do.

"be quiet."

Silby raised a finger.

Everyone was quiet after the noise.

The rushing torrent has been flowing on a wide river bed, but suddenly encountered an impenetrable reef. Had to spin around in place.

The prestige accumulated over the past five years caused the four and other wizards to shut their mouths. They realized that the person in front of him was not only their king, but also a powerful wizard. Although he made an almost unthinkable decision, he is still the commander-in-chief.

However, the king didn't seem to last long, and Silby took off the crown from his head and calmly placed it on the table:

"The church has been driven out of the mainland by us. At least it will not come back for a long time. I promised you to do it. From today on, I am no longer your coach. I am no longer your king."

Ravenclaw only felt that it was dark, she could hardly think that this guy would actually make such an unthinkable decision in public.

After a few seconds of silence.

Everyone was in an uproar.

No one thought he was telling the truth, everyone thought Silby was joking, and some even laughed cooperatively. But gradually, they saw something was wrong.

Because Silby's expression didn't make waves, this guy was not joking. But seriously. The joke gradually turned into a panic and controversy, and the wizards stepped forward and asked why. But what happened next made them almost fainted.

Silby didn't answer at all. Instead, he drew out a map of Europe and threw it in front of the arguing wizard. He only said a few words, "Let's divide it up."

After speaking, he ignored the wizard behind him and left the barracks.

Any controversy stopped abruptly at this moment, and the church and the pope were completely left behind by them. Almost everyone was looking at the map, with greed and calculation flashing in their eyes.

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Another five years passed in a blink of an eye.

In autumn, among the mountains, Pandora.

In the dense forest, the dead leaves were in pieces, and a unicorn slowly stepped across the ground full of fallen leaves. On the unicorn, there is a woman in a blue robe sitting cross-legged, with one leg on the unicorn's back, one leg hanging freely, and a bell tied to her leg. Dangling while walking.

Ravenclaw appeared again, this time she rode a unicorn and walked around the dark woods to this deserted city.

The Pandora people used to be extremely crowded, but after those illusions were exposed, the place was already empty. It took less than five years for savage plants to occupy most of the city.

However, the little deer or hares jumping from time to time in the woods added a bit of life to this desolate land.

Following the forest path, she came to a tall tower by the sea.

Under the tower, there is a simple farm with a cow chewing forage, a few guinea fowls pecking at the ground, and a cabbage. There is nothing else.

She turned over and walked off the unicorn, creaked and pushed open the vacant wooden door on the tower, and some small dust fell from the air. Falling on the piles of books below. There are a lot of parchment scattered on the ground, as well as some fish bones and egg shells.

"Silby," Ravenclaw shouted, and she knocked on the door. "Are you here?"

No one answered for a while, and she bent down and turned over the parchment on the floor, on which dense theories were written in ink.

"Flowing Curse...? What is this..."

She turned a few pages of parchment to herself, only to find that she could not understand what Silby had written. However, the content has a peculiar appeal, attracting her to continue watching.

"Hi, Ronay."

While she was reading the content on the parchment, someone behind her called her.

Without noticing it, Ravenclaw quickly put down the parchment and turned around.

A shaggy middle-aged man walked outside the door, his face was thin, thin, and he was dressed in coarse linen clothes, holding a tin bucket in his hand, and a few sardines in his other hand. That fish must be It was not long after the fish was caught, and it was still alive and kicking.

"you....."

Ravenclaw looked at a picture of Silby dressed as an ordinary fisherman, and it took him a long time to recognize him.

Ever since she first met Silby, he has been an unusually handsome young man, standing in a high position, with a fresh-clothed raging horse.

It is hard to imagine that after a few years, he will become a farmer and fisherman in the field. He lives on farming and fishing, and he looks very sloppy. Ravenclaw hardly dared to recognize each other.

"Long time no see, what are you doing here?" Silby reminded her.

Ravenclaw reacted, "I, I miss you so much, I want to come and have a look." After a pause, she blamed: "You are really hard to find here."

"It's not that you can't be troubled by your great fortune-teller." Silby put the sea fish on the wall, neither enthusiasm nor coldness, as if they hadn't seen each other for five years, but five minutes.

"Come on, I found it along the footsteps." Ravenclaw returned to normal, jokingly: "It's been a mess outside. When you're done, you can live in seclusion here leisurely."

"Is it leisure, there is not much leisure.""

Silby shrugged, and he brought a cow from outside the door, then squatted down and started milking into the tin bucket. Three meals a day are enough for me to worry about. "

When milking, he was very focused, pulling and twisting his cow with great care and even sniffed comfortably.

Looking at the middle-aged man who was milking the ground, Ravenclaw was a little bit dumbfounded. No one in this world is more weird than this guy. Putting down the king is improper, and running into such a deep mountain and old forest to live in seclusion is actually quite enjoyable.

After milking, Sylby carried the bucket, turned out two wooden cups from the cabinet, and poured two cups, one for himself and one for Ravenclaw.

He drank the milk that had just been squeezed out quite comfortably, and there was a smacking sound in his mouth, and the white liquid dripped on his thick cheeks.

"Try it," he suggested.

Ravenclaw couldn't refuse, and took a sip. There was a faint alfalfa taste in the mouth, which was quite delicious.

"Let's talk, five years no see, what do you come to me for?"

Silby put down the milk glass and asked.

"I said, I miss you."

Ravenclaw gave Silby a blank look. "Can't you come if you are fine?"

Silby was unmoved, just staring at Ravenclaw, waiting for other answers. After watching for a while, Ravenclaw couldn't hold back a bit. She put down the wooden cup and said with a solemn expression: "I have no intention of disturbing your seclusion, Silby. But the outside has been messed up, and several wizarding kingdoms have attacked for years. , The number of wizards has dropped to a disastrous level, and if this continues, we will return to the level of being crushed by the church."

Silby shrugged indifferently: "What does the wizarding civil war have to do with me? I only said to expel the church and give the wizard a living environment. I did it."

"Then this scene is what you want to see now?"

Ravenclaw asked.

The corners of Silby's mouth rose slightly, but the smile was hidden in his beard, unnoticeable.

He said: "The population is declining. You can encourage wizards and Muggles to intermarry, and then reproduce as many offspring as possible, so that the proportion of wizards among the offspring will always increase, and the relationship between wizards and Muggles will also increase from generation to generation. It will be eased, after all, there are common offspring."

Ravenclaw shook his head: "They won't agree, Silby, you know, wizards have always pursued a noble and pure lineage. No one will marry a Muggle except for those who have no choice."

"Then there is no way."

Silby said calmly, without being surprised. He bent over to clean up the parchment scattered on the ground, "You don't want to compromise with Muggles and your own people, so you have to fight them to the end. If you fight, there will be death. Good luck, Ronay."

He put on the appearance of sending guests off, but Ravenclaw did not leave. She said: "I know you have conflicts with our ideas, but in fact, we have improved a lot. Politically, we have formed We formed two alliances, France and the Far North, and even established their own magic schools to teach young wizards magic. This has only happened in just five years, and there is much more we can do."

"Since your development is pretty good, why bother to come to me."

"There are magic schools set up everywhere, and the three of them and I also want to set up one in England to teach young wizards."

There was a pause: "Ravenclaw said: "But the four of us have been arguing about who will be the principal for a long time. In the end, we all thought of you. No one is more suitable for our school of magic than you. principal. "

Silby couldn't help laughing. "You haven't given up your heart to me after I picked it up last time."

"I miss you very much, Silby, and so do the other three. We miss you very much."

Silby shook his head, "No more polite words, I'm curious, did you train young wizards because of the war?"

"Yes, we need more power, including your power of course."

Ravenclaw said: "I admit that we invited you back out of selfishness, but I think you don't want to decay in this mountain forest when you are the youngest and strong, and you can join the cows."

"I'm from Muggle. I don't care if Muggle descendants enter school."

"You can discuss this with Slytherin, I think he will compromise with you."

Silby sat down, tapping his fingers on the table, lost in thought. Ravenclaw did not bother him either, waiting quietly for his reply.

Finally, Silby's thoughts were over, and he looked up and said: "I can agree to your request and come forward as the principal, but I also have a request."

"any request."

Silby said: "You must help me collect all the existing magic forbiddens in the world, and I want to build the world's largest library."