Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

The array on the ground extends extremely fast, and those Auror who led the students to escape are not immune. When the array catches up with them, they kneel to the ground one after another, and some are strangling themselves. Someone tore his face and raised his eyes on his throat.

Within more than a hundred meters, there is a bloody atmosphere.

At this moment, the four big heads also gave up meaningless resistance. They took the students and quickly withdrew from here.

Silby walked in the lava, talking to himself.

"The wizard is not a play house, the wizard is not a fairy tale, and the wizard is the wizard!"

He clenched his palm as a fist and slammed his fist on the ground.

In the huge eye pattern on the ground, several red tentacles appeared around all the people who fell on the ground.

"It's time for a thousand years of farce to end."

After speaking, he stood up and opened his five fingers.

All the tentacles on the ground have sharp mouthparts from the top, with sharp teeth in the middle.

However, just when he was ready to clenched his claws as a fist, and slaughtered him.

A silhouette suddenly rushed out of nothingness without warning, and he suddenly fell on Silby, as if a long-distance love couple in love suddenly met.

Hoffa walked out of the ghost state, and hugged Silby's neck tightly. He is gasping for breath, foaming at the mouth, and his muscles are loose and trembling. He has no magic power. The magic power is the magic power crystal from the remnant mechanical broken arm of Silby. Only then did he exhaust the last bit of strength and used the last ghost stroll, and finally approached Silby.

Silby was taken aback. After seeing the extra people on his body, he raised up wand laughed heartily, taunted: "Brother, you haven't fallen yet?"

, He pinched Hoffa with one hand.

"However, as far as this is concerned, what do you want to do, do you come to take refuge in me, or count on me to praise you?"

"Hey...you.. .... Hugh... think!"

Hoffa's teeth trembled, his arms drooped weakly, and the magic power in this brief moment fell to the bottom. His fingers began to dry out and his cheekbones gradually bulged, and he finally experienced the terrifying of Slytherin's curse firsthand.

"Don't think about it?"

Silby held Hoffa's wand: "Oh? You didn't come to take refuge in me, so you came to grab wand?"

Pinching Hoffa, Silby wickedly smiled: "Brother, you wand used it so easily, how about sending it to me?"

After speaking, he opened his mouth. In front of Hoffa's face, he swallowed Hoffa's wand into his belly with an expression of enjoyment.

"What do you do with me?"

He sarcastically posted on Hoffa's face: "Without the magic power of the four founders, you are nothing, nothing ."

Hoffa magic power lives are both bottomed, cursed, pinched, but it is difficult to squeeze a smile: "Yes, but...but, I have... ..Tom ......Riddle ......"

"What?" Silby's handsome and handsome face showed a trace of doubt, "What Tom.Riddle?"

Hoffa's twitching face showed a difficult smile, muttered: "The taste of Slytherin's curse is really uncomfortable..."

In the next second, a black shadow appeared from Hoffa's seven orifices. Drilled out and poured into Silby's body. The distance between the two faces was a few centimeters, at such a close distance, Silby was stunned for a second, then his complexion changed greatly.

He slammed Hoffa away, but it was too late.

Black energy penetrated into his facial features, like a tarsus maggot. Quickly began to extract his magic power to strengthen himself.

He is cursed again.

On the ground, the blood-eye array that was out of control faded like a tide, and those bloody tentacles turned into dots of red magic power in the air, disappeared without a trace.

The people who fell on the ground shivered one after another, curled up into a ball, and coughed tremblingly.

"Ah!!!"

Silby covered his temple and let out a sky-shaking roar.

Behind him, Tom Riddle, who was holding the ground, opened his mouth and spouted a stream of blood. His face was deadly white and fell heavily to the ground. The blood leaked out from his facial features and seven orifices, a huge spiritual backlash. Directly destroyed his spirit strength field.

But the Slytherin curse has been planted.

Silby stumbled over his chest, looked at his palm, his palm was deadly white, he was sweating, and his teeth trembled wildly.

But he reacted very quickly. The moment he was cursed, he locked the source, and he rushed towards Tom Riddle with his leg pulled out.

Hoffa had already lost all his strength, but looking at Silby, he didn’t know where the strength came from. He leaped up on the wall, dragged his calf, dragged him over. To the ground, hold firmly, and roar: "Protect Tom. Riddle!!!"

Dumbledore and those Auror immediately understood Hoffa's meaning, they quickly turned around and surrounded the Slytherin house, close and numerous , To surround Tom Riddle.

Silby's strength and magic power declined rapidly, and he turned around and punched Hoffa in the face.

"Hmm... asshole!"

Silby said with trembling teeth, "Ho... ho ho, you... ...Where did you get the curse from!?"

Hoffa did not show any weakness, he opened his mouth and spit on the opponent's face, and smashed back with a punch: "This is also in yours. Is it planned, Silby?"

He raised his hand to grab Hoffa, grabbed his collar, and snarled, "You...you... .Do you know...you know what you are doing!?"

"Of course I do." Hoffa stared at him firmly.

Silby’s magic power was swept away by the curse, and his fingers began to twitch. He stuck in front of Hoffa’s eyes, hate said with a smile: "Hey...you but... .... It's just a mere luck...Ho, ho, stupid boy who doesn't know anything..."

"Yes...but, But...but I know what's wrong!!" Hoffa pressed his face firmly, put his fingers in his nostrils and lips, and tried to push him away. However, at this moment, his strength has also declined to the limit.

"Wrong...hoho...wrong? Wrong? I tell you, ho...ho..."

The curse spread on Silby's face, making his white eyes flushed, his neck veins exposed, and his teeth trembled, but he was unbelievably firm.

"On the world...Ho...On the world, there is nothing wrong...There is nothing wrong, only...Ho... .... Only success or failure."

After finishing speaking, he smashed Hoffa's face with a punch.

"Dog...shit."

Hoffa also punched him in the face.

"Ho...ho...stupid...sad..." He pressed his trembling fingers against Hoffa's chin.

This time, none of their fists are as powerful as at first. But despite this, the two of them still fought like dogs grabbing bones in the mud. You kick me, I give you a punch, you give me a catch, I give you a palm.

A blow is softer than a blow, but no one side stops first. This is no longer a physical fight, but a contest between pure wills and a struggle between souls.

Gradually, everyone gathered around.

Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore, head, the teachers, teaching assistants, and students all gathered.

They looked at the two men in the mud pit with bruises but still entangled crazily. They were so embarrassed that they couldn't tell who was who.

Hoffa has a bloody face, locked Silby’s neck, and his knees against his back. Silby is pushing Hoffa’s chin, clasping his throat with one hand, and spitting blood from the corners of his mouth. Foam.

Who can imagine that this is a battle between two wizards?

Dumbledore was shocked, his heart was shocked, he held up wand, pointed at Silby, and angrily shouted: "Everything is over, half-man king!!"

But Silby didn't look at Dumbledore at all. While shaking, he clung to Hoffa's arm, staring into his eyes with gray eyes, pain on his face, and an indescribable weird smile.

"Ho...Ho...I know...I know..."

He said it was difficult with a smile.

Looking at this guy smiling, Hoffa instinctively felt that the major event was not good.

"What do you know...?"

Hoffa tried to tear his hand apart, but this time, even in a cursed state, Silby’s But the fingers still hooked Hoffa firmly like an iron hook.

"Ho...hoh...brother...we...we are like, like...coins The front and the back...hoh...hoh..."

While talking, his body turned into dust and scattered with the wind.

Hoffa tore his ears tightly with fingers, and said with a twisted face: "You never want to run away!"

Silby turned over and pressed Hoffa heavily, gnashing teeth, drooling Four overflowing: "But...but I...is...positive...hoh...hoh...one Thousands of years ago, no one was my opponent, a thousand years later, ho... ho... there won't be any... my fucking... . His mother is the most genius wizard. It has always been...and always will be!" While speaking, half of his body has dispersed, and the other half has gradually become deserted.

Hoffa sensed that the man had no lower body, and immediately moved towards the top and shouted: "Stop him, seal, Formation, whatever magic it is!"

The wizards on top Not a fool, when Silby first began to desert, countless Auror and wizards lifted wand, and layer after layer of shields and layer after layer of magic formation were condensed in the air.

"I...I...I admire your will. Ho...Ho...this time, ho... .. for the time being you win, but I swear. I swear...ho...ho...As long as I have a breath, I will let you know... ..Ho...know...what is reality!!"

Silby opened his bloody mouth and opened his mouth to bite Hoffa.

Hoffa punched Silby in the mouth.

This fist did not hit anything.

"It's late...hoh...hahahahaha..."

Silby’s upper body turned into windy sand, with this After the sentence was finished, his head disappeared completely and drifted away with the wind, and those defensive Formation could not stop him at all.

Hoffa hit the ground with a fist, knocking it out.

He gasped heavily and wiped the ground. Silby had already disappeared, not even the ashes left, even with his wand, disappeared without a trace.

Anger and frustration made him kneel to the ground, straightened up, bent down, and hit the ground with a punch.

"Damn it!"

"Damn it!"

"Damn it!"

"Damn it!"

"Damn it!"

"Damn it..."

......

He squatted, repeating, his voice Lower and lower, until it slowly disappears. He knelt to the ground motionless.

The surroundings fell into a deadly depression and silence. After this sudden and crazy battle, the old school that was originally imposing manner collapsed more than half, and there were broken walls and remnants everywhere. flame.

The ghost of the castle hovered silently in the sky in horror, and dared not fall.

In the sky, the bright moon still casts moonlight coolly on the ground, and the moonlight shines on Hoffa, who is kneeling, pulling his silhouette longer than Elder.

A cold wind blew by, and strands of gray hair fluttered with the wind, falling on the faces of the surrounding wizards who held up wand.

Only then did they react from the shock of the disappearance of the half-man king, looking at the motionless Hoffa on the ground. Agleia and Miranda suddenly wanted to rush down.

But he was stopped by Dumbledore. He stared at Hoffa, who was lying on the ground motionless, and said softly: "I'm here, don't shake him violently."

Then he walked down. The soil slope slowly hugged Hoffa up.

After picking up, people discovered that he was already overstretched and fainted. His gray hair slowly fell off with the wind, Dumbledore took a little step, and the nails on his fingers fell to the ground due to the vibration, revealing the pale flesh and blood behind.

Dumbledore stood for a while, extending the hand, not daring to touch this fragile body any more. He directly used magic to make Hoffa float in the air, then lifted the wand, slowly backed away, and separated the crowd.

The crowd of Obscurus parted a path for him, Aglaia covered her mouth, tears could not stop flowing down. Miranda held her shoulders, without saying a word, her face gloomy pale.

Osivia looked at Hoffa floating in the sky, her nails falling off, but her fists still clenched, her eyes were extremely complicated.

As the school hospital was completely destroyed, Dumbledore led Hoffa towards the direction of the hall.

The other heads picked up other injured students present, such as Tom Riddle and some Prefect, and the four of them walked to the hall together.

The teachers and students of the blockbuster movies followed them.

Back in the hall, Dumbledore placed Hoffa flat in the air, using magic to create a platform of nothingness, and let him float on it.

Countless students surrounded the platform, and even Ministry of Magic squeezed sideways in front of the crowd, seeming to want to witness this Legendary boy who released the super shield.

At this moment, all the students around suddenly raised their hands neatly and uniformly, putting them together on their chests. They looked at the young man lying on the magic power platform and silently began to pray.

Dumbledore walked to Slughorn and said softly: "Cure him, at all costs."

Slughorn, who is as fat as a walrus, took out a silk paw and wiped the cold sweat on his head. Turning his head and squeezing out the crowd with difficulty, it seemed that he was going to get medicine.

After that, Dumbledore walked to the Ministry of Magic, which was still in a state of consternation, and said:

"Let Armando headmaster and the other school doctors come back. Although the headmaster is wrong, Sin is not dead. You can’t let a Hogwarts headmaster die outside of your post. This will have unimaginable consequences."

However, the Ministry of Magic didn’t seem to hear him at all, but his eyes blinked. Staring at Hoffa floating in the sky without blinking, he suddenly asked: "What's his name?"

But Dumbledore stood in front of Hoffa, blocking the eyes of Ministry of Magic, coldly said :

"It is not the time yet, Leonard, don't let fame and politics ruin the light of the world."

"Um..."

The Ministry of Magic shrugged, still looking over Dumbledore's shoulders, staring firmly at Hoffa, not knowing what Dao Heart was thinking.