Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

At the moment of life and death, Gryffindor's sharp sword had been firmly pressed on his head. That huge, like a giant's power, even if he was in a normal state, it would be difficult to hold. Not to mention that it is the exhausted body at this moment, if it is cut frontally by the sword, I am afraid it will be split into two on the spot.

???? And Silby has been waiting for this opportunity for a long time. The right hand that he had been using to cover his stomach suddenly protruded out like lightning and grabbed Gryffindor's head! It looks weird as if holding his face, and the muscles on his right arm are already tense like iron!

???? This face-holding posture looked like a touch between lovers, even with a touch of tenderness and honey, which caught Gryffindor off guard and changed his complexion!

Silby let out a cruel growl in his throat! The muscles of his right arm were as tight as iron, and it was a violent press.

Click! !

Hearing a loud noise, Gryffindor's head was actually pressed by him and hit the fir behind Silby. At the moment of the impact, a dazzling blue and white electric current erupted from his fingers, like fireworks. One after another.

Gryffindor's head was actually smashed into the trunk, and the trunk that was hugged by the person was smashed in half.

boom! !

The electric light is blazing, under the huge magical power. Accompanied by a violent press.

Gryffindor smashed the big tree that was hugged by one person, flew straight out, fell on the snow, and dragged out a ten-meter-long groove on the snow, breaking his head.

When the wind started to blow, Silby picked up the fairy sword dropped by Gryffindor from the ground, and slowly stepped forward.

Gryffindor fell on the ground out of breath, his face turned from pale to iron blue, but even though the golden flowers were in front of him, he knew that the moment of life and death would not allow him to relax.

He got up with difficulty and looked at Silby in disbelief. He saw that he was holding a sword in one hand and his belly in the other, looking at him in embarrassment, like a dying beast.

"How could it be" he muttered in shock.

He had acted so decisively just now that he had concluded that Silby had a hand to cover the wound without a stomach, otherwise his intestines would surely fall to the ground. At that time, let alone fighting, he would die if he moved a little.

But now, after Silby moved his palm, Gryffindor suddenly discovered that there was a pink stomach squirming in the gap in his abdomen, which made Gryffindor incomprehensible. The organs were said to have grown out. Just grow out! ?

But he soon knew the answer, Silby didn't take the fairy sword to kill him the first time. Instead, he stepped aside and opened the broken trunk with one hand.

Gryffindor was shocked to see, inside the fallen branch. There was also a huge beast, it was a unicorn. It was not dead, but it was almost dead.

The culprit that caused it to be so desolate was in its abdomen, a large hole was opened in its lower abdomen, and the stomach inside was gone.

Silby thrust the fairy sword into the snow with one hand, knelt down while clutching his abdomen, then opened his mouth and bit on the throat of the dying unicorn, biting wildly like a hungry hyena.

The unicorn's throat was bitten, silver blood poured into Silby's mouth, the wound in his abdomen, the broken arm, and the sunken cheek gradually recovered.

After the bloodsucking ended, Silby wiped his mouth and stood up from the snow. He drew out the sharp sword again, and his aura, covered in blood, gradually climbed, until he was terrified.

"You actually killed a unicorn"

Gryffindor recognized that it was Ravenclaw's mount on the snow, a pure and sacred creature, who was so cruelly killed and sucked blood at this moment.

"You disappointed me too much" Gryffindor gritted his teeth and said tremblingly. Regardless of the violent brain tremor, he gritted his teeth and got up from the ground, and roared angrily: "Why are you such a person? You disappointed me too much. !!!"

"It's ridiculous, is the life of a unicorn more precious than mine?" Silby said coldly and pervertedly: "Any ancient rumors are superstitions, and only fools can believe them."

He swept across the unicorn with a sharp sword.

"As long as I can live, I will do everything, Godric, even if you move your organs to me, I will do it."

He carried the sword and walked to Gryffindor staggeringly: "I will not die. I will never die until I complete the task assigned to me by God."

He smiled and said that the will contained in the laughter made people scared.

"Asshole, you read you wrong!"

Gryffindor's complexion was twisted. Regardless of the pain in his brain, he stood up from the ground with difficulty, stretched out one hand, and the wand flew into his hand, "Asshole, I misunderstood you!"

The wand deformed into a cross hammer that was more than two meters long in his hand. He was carrying the hammer, with countless golden runes lit up on his body, and he furiously shouted: "So unscrupulous! You are not worthy of becoming the principal of Hogwarts. !!!"

After all, he carried the warhammer and rushed to Silby desperately.

The emotional Gryffindor's movements appeared flawed in Silby's eyes.

He pointed with one hand, and the warhammer in Gryffindor's hand turned into a weak wicker.

Then, he kicked and hit Gryffindor's abdomen. The huge impact squeezed his belly, causing him to fly upside down and hit a coniferous tree.

The impact caused Gryffindor to spit out a stream of blood, and the rustling snow on the branches buried almost half of his body in it. At this point, Gryffindor was unable to resist, he leaned against the tree trunk, his eyes gloomy.

Silby flew forward mercilessly, holding the fairy sword, and slashing towards Gryffindor's neck.

Suddenly, behind the fallen tree in Gryffindor, a green figure quietly turned out. His eyes shone in the dark with an extremely dangerous apricot color.

At the moment when he noticed the green silhouette, Silby's cold hair exploded and he closed his eyes without hesitation. Stopped and stood motionless.

Hearing the slight footsteps coming from behind the tree, Gryffindor was startled and wanted to look back, but was covered with his eyes with one hand, "Close your eyes, let me deal with it."

It turned out to be Salazar Slytherin. Gryffindor breathed a sigh of relief. He said, "Be careful, Salazar."

Slytherin said nothing, he took off his dark green cloak, revealing the muscular body under the cloak. At this moment, he is thirty-five years old, which is the most energetic and powerful age of a wizard. Snakes hissed and crawled across the snow, hovering on the trunk, among the fallen leaves, and Slytherin.

On the snowy ground, Silby closed his eyes and smiled: "I think who came so in time, it turned out to be my master."

Slytherin said: "Actually Godric never wanted to kill you, he just wanted to lock you up, but you didn't hesitate to kill him, even if it looks like a person like me, you can't help but It's so chilling."

"Take me back and find a cage to lock me up? I will never realize my own value." Silby tilted his head and closed his eyes and sneered: "Then you might as well kill me."

"It's a waste to kill you, Silby. It's not easy for a wizard to grow to our level."

"The fruit is used for eating when it is ripe, Salazar, if it falls on the ground and is left to rot, no one will know its deliciousness and it is even more meaningless."

"Your weird ideas and crooked ways seem reasonable at first, but no one can do it. This world is always the elite, and some people, even if you give them magic, they will not use it well." Lettering said earnestly.

Silby shook his head, raised the fairy sword, and closed his eyes and said, "Ten years ago, you told me that people can only be real when they are dying. I think so now. Come on. Right, Salazar."

The muscles on Slytherin's face were trembling, and he said no more, half bent over, his hands slightly opened, his green eyes burned fiercely, and he was reminiscent of a poisonous snake that was grinding his teeth and drooling.

Then, he opened his mouth suddenly, and his tongue turned into a bird snake. The bird snake was shining with blue feathers. It took less than three seconds to turn a finger-long bird snake into A terrifying monster nearly a hundred meters long.

It opened its mouth wide and bit Silby in the air.

Silby did not dare to open his eyes. He knew that as long as he met Salazar Slytherin’s basilisk’s eyes, even if he was immortal, he would be petrified immediately. Therefore, only a vague Perception.

The heavy snow was flying, the wind was blowing, and the terrifying creature in front of him had already come with blood and death.

He moved his ears, and then his figure shook, avoiding the swaying blow of the birds and snakes. Then he slashed out with a few swords, and slashed on a few trees with a bowl-thickness next to them. Amidst the sound of a click, the trees collapsed across and smashed into the snow in front of Silby, splashing heavily. In the snow, the remaining branches and leaves are flying everywhere!

But it didn't hit the birds and snakes.

Once the shot was missed, the bird and snake swished smaller and became extremely agile. The speed is at least five or six times that of Silby, and the naked eye can't catch it at all.

Then it became bigger again, and after it fell, it was another blow to shake the ground! !

boom! !

There was a loud noise, this time the birds and snakes became bigger, the ground trembled three times, a large swath of trees tilted at least 30 degrees to the left, Gryffindor clung to the branches tightly, and was not shocked. Fly to the sky.

Silby was even more uncomfortable with his eyes closed. He had to jump back and forth to avoid the repeated attacks of birds and snakes.

But at this time, he had probably determined what Slytherin was using to attack himself.

After one shot fell into the air, the bird and snake hovered again and rose high. It flashed its wings and became bigger again.

Silby kicked the snow block, and the snow block flew high. During the flight, Silby raised his hand and pointed, and the snow block turned into a narrow-necked bottle. The bottle has a small mouth and a large bottom.

The bird snake, who was about to attack Silby, saw the opened bottle, and immediately resembled the cat that saw the mouse. Under instinctive control, he quickly became smaller, and he got in with an ancient brain.

Silby caught the bottle in the air and closed it firmly.

Gryffindor was stunned, he could infer a bird and a snake with his eyes closed, and quickly subdue it, or if he was poisoned, he asked himself if he couldn't do this.

However, no one applauded Silby. The act of subduing the bird and snake exposed his defenses. At this moment, Slytherin had appeared ghostly beside Silby, his hands raised high. , Turned into thousands of thin snakes, and they all pierced Silby's lower abdomen deeply.

Silby, who couldn't see, was caught off guard. He backed back again and again. Then he rolled and knelt on the ground, covering his abdomen tightly with his hands, biting his **** teeth, panting, and closing his eyes. The expression was fierce.

Slytherin could see the mismatch under the healing of his superficial wound. Although the organs and blood of the unicorn could extend his life for a while, it could not last for a long time. Slytherin fiercely attacked the mismatched abdomen, causing Silby to take a lot of damage.

As the battle became fierce, countless groups of snakes gathered here, and those large and small snakes all climbed up the branches and spoke at the same time.

"In our four hands, you can hold on for so long. You are the only one. Slytherin hissed, "Unfortunately, there is no vision. How can you escape from here? "

The voice came from all directions, with a thick bewitching, swaying mind. It even made Sear's eyes closed, unable to tell the direction.

Slytherin held a magic wand and slowly approached in the whispers of the snakes.

Silby was unmoved, and slowly got up with the sword of the goblin. He bit his finger and painted it on the center of his eyebrows, cursing: "Evil spirit puppet."

Suddenly, a group of blue ghost appeared behind him. The blue ghost looked at Slytherin with apricot eyes and pushed Silby.

Silby, who had determined his position, violently moved and slashed towards Slytherin.

Slytherin immediately raised the wand and transformed it into a snake whip full of sharp teeth and barbed spines.

But Silby returned immediately!

Slytherin was bewildered by Silby's abrupt dash, swinging a snake whip and smashing it heavily against the fir trees nearby. The entire trunk shivered feebly, and the snow fell rustlingly, as if it would break in the next second.

With one move, the old force is gone, but the new force is not born.

???? Grasping this small flaw, Silby's eyes flashed fiercely, and he suddenly rushed forward, leaped horizontally, exhausted all his strength, and stabbed the fairy sword in his hand heavily. Towards Slytherin's neck.

The two quickly moved closer until their faces were close to their faces.

At the moment of life and death, Gryffindor, who fell in the snow, was shocked. Silby's rich combat experience far exceeded his expectations. He couldn't help shouting, "Be careful, Salazar!!!"

Slytherin sneered! The apricot color in his eyes disappeared instantly, replaced by pure black. A dark shadow that had been premeditated sprang out from under him, and quickly wrapped around Silby's body.

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