Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

Silby Disapparation returned to his hometown, appeared in the capital of Aragon, Gorongosa, his father’s site, his waist turned into a tattered beggar Son.

The high towers in Aragon still stand in great numbers, but the prosperity of the last time Silby was gone. Only half a year has passed, but he feels that a lifetime has passed since he was in the manor.

At this moment, the capital of Aragon is full of murder and blood. Wanted notices are plastered around the walls and alleys, and there are constantly priests in black robes carrying paste buckets, and they are pasting the arrest warrant on the wall. Arrest warrants are written with varying amounts of rewards, but under each notice , There are big slogans-wizard!

When was the last time I came to Gorongosa, Silby no longer remembers, but here and Pandora are completely two worlds.

Even if he didn't say anything, he could perceive the tension and almost maddening duality in the air.

He was standing at the root of the wall looking at the sign, and cheers came from a distance.

Turning around, they turned out to be a group of youngsters who raised their hands and cheered. They were about the same size as themselves, maybe a little bigger than themselves. From the perspective of dressing, they should all be the sons of some people at the bottom.

Why are they cheering?

Silby soon knew the reason.

In the middle of the crowd, there are three crusaders riding high-headed horses. They are wearing solid armor, and on the white cloth on their chests and backs, they are bloodstained. Under the blood stains, the cross pattern can be vaguely seen. .

Behind the flattery strands of the Crusaders, there were three people hobbled, a man, a woman, and an old man. Their hands were tied, they were led by the Crusaders, and they hobbled.

"Let go of me, let me go!! I am not a wizard,"

A man dragged behind the horse yelled frantically: "Our family has kept ourselves for so many years, why are you? Do you want to do this to us?"

His soles of feet shed blood on the ground, the bones of his heels came out, and rows of blood stains were stamped on the ground.

His voice was drowned out by the fanatical people. They threw rotten vegetables, rotten eggs, or animal feces at the three people behind the horse.

The man repeatedly shouted: "God, have mercy on me, Jesus, help me."

The woman and the old man beside him didn’t say a word, look. Going up has long been unbearable and has become numb.

The flow of people passed by Silby's side, wrapped him around, rolled forward, and finally came to the central square of the city.

There, the execution platform has already been set up. On the execution platform, there are a dozen corpses that are like bacon, hung on a wooden frame. Blood dripped down.

"Smash him!"

"Smash the wizard!"

"Smash these ogre!"

"Smash to death This group of plague messengers!"

The screaming man was dragged onto the execution ground amidst the frenetic shouts.

On the execution platform, burning flames and a wooden platform stained with blood.

There are two executioners, one priest in red robe.

A executioner is standing on a high platform with a huge brown wheel on his back. He wore a triangular mask on his face and couldn't see his face clearly.

The other executioner was standing by the fire, holding various tongs and fiddled with the charcoal in the fire. The tongs were red from the fire.

The man saw this posture and his scared pants were wet. He raised his hand and cried incoherently: "No...no, please, please. I'm not a wizard, I’m not a wizard...”

At this time, the pastor walked out, holding the Bible, and nodded three points on his forehead and shoulders: “Damila, you committed the crime of cannibalism and murdered Crime, theft, and a felony of blasphemy. With the approval of Ramiro I, you are hereby sentenced to capital punishment and executed on the spot."

"I am not a wizard, I am not a wizard!!!"

The man named Damira yelled frantically.

"Yes, you are not."

The priest sternly shouted: "But your wife is, your father-in-law is, and so is your future child!! Hiding the wizard, sin Just wait and execute!"

The man looked at his silent wife and father-in-law, foaming at the mouth and fainted to death.

But it was useless. A crusader pressed him on the scaffolding platform, and an executioner pulled out a burning red iron tongs from the brazier, ripped the meat on his chest, and moved towards Sulfur was sprinkled on it.

The man woke up from the pain on the spot, and he wailed sharply.

His wailing and desolation stimulated the nerves of the onlookers, and they cheered and shuddered with a hundredfold enthusiasm, as if marrying a victory in a major battle.

They repeated the same words: "Kill the wizard, kill the wizard, kill the wizard..."

The executioner tore the flesh of his limbs again, and He fixed it in a big letter on the ground and pressed his head on the execution stand. Then pour molten lead juice, boiling rosin, wax and sulfur on him.

Damilas wailed as hard as he could. He kept lifting the head and looking at his body. The executioner kept scooping boiling liquid from the pot with a steel spoon, pouring it indiscriminately. His body.

Every time he pours, he wailes and says repeatedly: "Forgive me, God, forgive me... God..."

At this time, even The craziest and most fanatical onlookers can't be called out. Damiro's punishment was so severe that it was almost unheard-of.

Among the crowd, some people lowered their heads silently, and some people covered their eyes.

The pastor’s expression was completely motionless. He stood in front of Damira who was screaming, holding the Bible, and exhorting loudly: “If there is a wizard who hides, the end will be the same as this person, if there is a fornication wizard , Whoever provides them with money and food will all be sentenced to capital punishment for blasphemy, do you understand?"

The crowd loosened, and under fear, they made sparse voices, "Obviously...understand..."

"Understand!?"

The priest shouted loudly, overwhelming Damirda's scream.

"Understood!"

People replies in a shivered lifts the head.

Nodded satisfied by the pastor: "Remember, only the brilliance of God is the only brightness in the world. Only the church is the most reliable harbor for an ordinary person."

After that, he turned around and kissed the forehead of the victim. Then he looked at the tall executioner standing by, carrying the wheel, and tapped on his forehead and shoulder, indifferently said: "Send him to God."

The crusader brawny man took off his back The heavy and huge wheel, raised high, smashed heavily, and the man smashed his seven orifices to bleed in the first blow. He is not dead yet, but his jaw has been bitten off his tongue and his eyes have bulged out, looking terrible.

"Smash him!"

"Smash him!!"

The crowd onlookers once again made a feverish voice.

I completely forgot that a second ago, they were still under the priest's lewd power, shiver coldly.

It was another smash. The man's head was completely shrunk, and his brain was flowing from the cracked bones and nostrils.

bang!!

At the last smash, the man's head was completely crushed by the wheels into slag, bones, blood, and brain pulp splashed everywhere.

Among the group orgasm, Silby looked gloomy. He looked at the man who died tragically, and then at the execution stage. The rows were either hanged or burned to death, or It was the corpse that was smashed to death, and finally understood why his father had to shut himself in the tower.

Most of the wizards are neither Salazar.Slytherin nor Godric.Gryffindor. On the contrary, the ones that can grow to their level are only as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns. Most of the wizards are very weak. They have no spell inheritance or much education. They are unable to resist the giants such as the kingdom and the church. After being found to have abnormal abilities, they are killed on the way to growth.

I can live to the present, maybe only with luck can describe it.

When the man's head was smashed into a bloody blood plasma by a wheel, the Crusaders kicked him off the execution platform. The executioner hooked his spine, dangled him, and raised him to the high platform.

Then, the Crusaders stepped forward again and escorted the old man and the woman to the execution ground. The crowd screamed ten times more excited than when they saw the wizard.

If the man was only implicated just now, it was foreplay. Then these two people are the masters and hard dishes.

The woman who has been smashed by the dirt is the first to be executed. At this time, the pastor didn't even bother to pronounce the sentence, so he winked at the executioner.

The woman closed her eyes, motionless, and let the crusaders press them on the execution platform.

"Here!"

Some men similar to Silby screamed blushingly.

"monster!"

Some women even hugged a child and shouted: "Sluts! **Ghost!"

A buck-toothed man shouted rudely: "I saw with my own eyes last time that she ate her child in the alley."

"It is recommended to burn to ashes with fire, otherwise her Evil Spirit will harm people."

When someone mentioned Evil Spirit, fear immediately brought their irrationality to bring it up a level. They cursed fiercely at the two wizards on the cutting board, probably wanting to vent their fear through words.

Following the previous routine, the executioner first burned the iron tongs with a brazier, then poured the lead block into the brazier, and topped it with turpentine, wax and sulfur.

At this time, suddenly violent wind erupted, and there was a downpour in the sky. The rainstorm came so suddenly that almost everyone could not open their eyes. It was a sunny afternoon just now.

The executioner looked at the sky in confusion. The charcoal fire in the brazier was extinguished in the blink of an eye, making a zi zi sound. What was extinguished at the same time was the enthusiasm of the viewers. They could no longer pay attention to the execution. They remembered that there might be confiscated quilts at home, or dried meat dried outside, and immediately clutched their heads, everyone talking at once exclaimed Ran away.

The priest was extremely angry. He strode to the executed witch, grabbed her hair, and roared: "Is it you? Are you doing a ghost, why is it raining suddenly? That's it!"

The dirt on the woman's face was washed out by the rain, one after another, as she looked at the priest, a trace of astonishment flashed on her numb face.

"Kill her!"

The priest slammed the woman's hair away, his lips sprayed with rain and roared.

The executioner holding the wheel strode forward and raised the bloodied wheel high.

bang!!

A bolt of lightning with the thickness of an arm fell from the sky, directly smashing the executioner holding the wheel into coke.

The bursting sound accelerated the escape of the crowd of onlookers. They trembled under the natural formidable power, panicking.

"Damn, damn!"

The pastor opened the Bible sharply, and his lips began to meditate quickly.

After reading it, he seemed to have gained infinite power, and he had to take the iron tongs in the brazier himself.

But as soon as he turned his head, a young but cold face appeared in front of him, and the owner of that face said: "Remember to ask God why he didn't save you."

I haven't waited for the pastor to think carefully about what this guy is expressing. A heavy fist landed on his forehead, and the fist was gleaming with golden light, and it looked like it was pouring in gold.

bang!!

The forehead was dented by Golden's fist.

The last picture the pastor's brain received was that his eyeballs were squeezed out by his eye sockets, and then his head exploded and he completely lost consciousness.

The strong wind hits.

Silby knew it was the executioner with the wheel without looking back.

He raised his backhand and said without turning his head: "Reducto!"

The wooden wheel was blown to pieces. Even his holder was hit by the blue spells, and the whole person flew out more than 30 meters and hit the ground heavily.

The iron triangle hat on his forehead was exploded into flowers, like a banana, and there were countless pieces of wood stuck in his chest. He was already dead and couldn't die anymore.

Silby shook his fist in the rainstorm. The rain washed the blood on his palm. He looked at the last executioner coldly, swallowed his saliva, and ran away. Running fast.

Silby didn't chase him either, because he knew that these executioners were just working, and there was no point in killing them.

He squatted down, unfastened the ropes on the old man and the witch, and said, "What happened?"

After the old man was unfastened, there was nothing The joy of avoiding a catastrophe, on the contrary, he cried sadly: "You silly boy, why are you saving us? Didn't you see that we are dying?"

"Why must we die?"

Silby asked.

"Where can we escape? Church sites are everywhere, and their eyeliners are everywhere."

The old man tore his hair, "Catch it back than it is now To be miserable! Originally it was only two of us who died, but now one more person will die for no reason. How dare you touch the mold of the church!?"

Speaking, the old man pushed Silby Back: "Run, run, run, before they catch you, how far you can go."

"It's too late." The woman next to the old man numbly said softly "They are here."

tone barely fell, there was a sound of horseshoes in the distance, and a large number of war horses rushed towards the place of the incident quickly under the rain. On each of the war horses, there is a fully armed cross army soldier sitting, with firm eyes, holding guns and shields, and they are about to cut the blasphemous under the horse.

Silby glanced coldly, clutching the shoulders of the two wizards who were about to be tortured, and Disapparation disappeared.