Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

The burning flame licked Pandora's square and burned out black smoke. The magnificent happy wedding is long gone, and all that is left is fighting and wailing, just like the background of this wild and chaotic era.

The Crusaders dragged the howling Pope out of danger. Wizards chase after victory, follow behind them, and release magic. At the moment of victory and pursuit, they are even more mad dogs than mad dogs.

The Crusaders were hit by different spells of rays of light. Some died, some melted, and some even turned into dust directly.

But they wrapped the seriously injured Pope one after another, using their lives to buy time for the Pope's retreat. Wizards have no choice but to take them for a while.

Silby stood naked on the high platform, motionless, watching them leave.

The bloody Gryffindor dragged his sword and rushed to Silby, loudly shouted: "Hey, you let him go like this!?"

Silby looked at He glanced and said nothing.

Gryffindor kicked the barrel beside him angrily, kicking it into pieces: "You can obviously kill him."

Silby only said indifferently "Don’t chase, get your people together, I have an important event to announce."

Gryffindor felt that he was being ignored, angrily he reached out and grabbed Silby’s neck, but His arm was stopped by Ronay Ravenclaw out of thin air.

She grabbed the angry Gryffindor and whispered: "Don't be impulsive, he is farther than you think." Ravenclaw said with emotion: "No one dead pope is alive, but The pope who is seriously injured is more valuable. Because he is seriously injured, the church must spend a lot of energy to look after him and heal him. As long as he lives for one day, it can drag down the church for one day."

Gryffindor was surprised. It suddenly dawned on him, seeing Silby's eyes a little more in awe. Then, as Sylby ordered, he tore off his robe, waved it in his hand, and shouted at the wizards: "Come here, our new king has something to say."

The wizards stopped. Pursuing, they saw the Gryffindor waving the red cloak on the high platform.

So Slytherin brought a group of wizards to Silby. Each of them was wounded more or less severely. In the chaotic battle, they were surrounded by the cross Legion regiment and had little time to take care of themselves. Only a few people knew how Pope Gregory VII was defeated.

For the naked madman standing on the high platform, they instinctively maintained a hundred thousand points of vigilance, one wave after another, who knows what else this guy can sting.

Silby waved his hand, and a plain robe flew into his hand. He simply draped the robe on his body, barely blocking the private parts, and then he said in a loud voice:

"For thousands of years, our wizards have been doing things low-key, not attracting attention, and studying magic. Mysterious is our pronoun, and concealment is our instinct. But today..."

His majestic gaze scanned the audience: "The times have changed, and the idea of ​​making a fortune in a muffled voice has long been inferior. Three hundred miles away, the church's crusaders are hunting dissidents, and our kind is being cracked by cars. , Hanged, burned to death.

The reason for all of this comes from our dispersal, inaction, and the deep-rooted idea of ​​avoiding war.

But it turns out that war avoids nothing. Can be avoided, conflicts cannot be avoided. It is everywhere, if the people in the churches say that God really exists, then his only purpose is to create conflicts. Under conflicts, we can only defeat our opponents if we are united.

If even muggles can unite and fight for one goal, why can't we!?"

took a deep breath, Silby said:

"If there are no objections, I will form an alliance. The sole purpose of the alliance is to remove anything that hinders the growth and survival of the wizard from the road, including the church, including division, and ignorance."

Crazy and unbelievable words came out of the boy's mouth. When others looked at him, they only felt that the Three Views were overturned, Five Thunderbolts.

Three months ago, this guy defeated Gryffindor, settled in Pandora Palace, and became king. That's all, 3 months later, he left Pandora Palace, and at his wedding, exposed the conspiracy of the church, which caused a huge duel.

After duel, he uttered wild words again, saying that he would form an alliance and destroy the church. If it wasn't for the previous scene of the queen becoming pope that made them nervous, I'm afraid many people would laugh out loud at this moment.

"Any objection?"

Silby looked all around and asked again.

No one answered.

After a while, just as Silby thought they all agreed with his point of view, a skinny old man walked out of the crowd. He clutched his injured shoulder and asked hoarsely: "You want to create Alliance, who will be this Alliance Leader."

The speaker, he is Oleard. The druid sect wizard who lost to Gryffindor in the arena before belongs to Slytherin. A member of the camp, General.

"Of course I will do it." Silby folded his arms, "What do you mean?"

"You want to form an alliance, and you must be an Alliance Leader, but Why do we believe in you, a Mao... a guy so young can take us to clear obstacles and bring down a monster like the church."

"If you are not blind, you should know .Who just defeated Gregory VII and rescued you." Silby said loudly.

"forgive me to speak bluntly," Oleard had a different opinion: "Gregory is just one of dozens of generations of popes. Defeating him is completely different from destroying the church. , As long as muggle still believes in God, religion will not disappear."

"I know it is difficult, but at least I am doing this."

Silby said with certainty: "And you did not do this, so you have no other choice but to believe in me."

"How do you think that none of us do this? If we are not doing this, why If you want to come to Pandora, why do you want to marry that queen."

Olead solemnly vowed: "You can form an alliance, of course, but the alliance must follow the most powerful person. Otherwise, we will Go astray, fall into a trap, and even meet death."

Silby laughed; "Let me sum it up, you think the Alliance Leader should be the most powerful person, right?"

"Not bad."

"Do you guys think so too?"

Silby looked into the eyes of the other wizards below.

The wizard looked at him. Although his eyes were uncertain, no one dared to speak. Until this time, wizards still habitually maintain a modest and low-key, unwilling to show their attitude.

Silby was not angry, he was nodded, and said to Oleard: "Very well, since the concept is so deeply rooted, if I believe that I will bring death, then please crush me and take you Your faith, come to crush me."

When he said this, Oleard obviously hesitated. Obviously, this boy had previously defeated Pope Gregory VII, and his strength was deep and unmeasurable.

But soon, a touch of greed appeared on Oleard’s face, he grinned, "This is what you said."

Then, the square suddenly cracked and countless cracks appeared. Makes the ground shake violently. It is a tree root as strong as the tail of a giant dragon.

No wonder he dared to pick this time to challenge Silby.

It turned out that in the previous chaos, Oleard had unconsciously planted his roots in the earth, absorbing the nutrients of countless dead people. At this moment, he was in trouble suddenly, seemingly reckless, but in fact plot against it meticulously.

In less than three seconds, Oleard grew from a thin old man into a towering tree nearly 100 meters high, with red energy gurgling in his dragon-like branches. Flow, exuding unparalleled power.

The complexion of the wizards changed drastically, and Gryffindor even pulled out his sword and shouted: "Run, this guy is not at ease."

Silby was expressionless, He ignored the one-hundred-meter-high towering tree that appeared on the square and said to the wizard under the tree:

"Among the monkeys, the male monkey who can beat the most Although he is the king, he can only enjoy the power of mating. When it comes to looking for food, most monkeys will follow the older female monkeys."

"Come on and see who is stronger! "

Oleard's swollen face emerged from the tangle of branches. With an ecstatic smile, he slammed his fist against Silby, who was as small as an ant.

Silby continued: "The female monkey has experience and knows where to find food. That’s why she can lead others. In essence, she is a server. The male monkey is nothing but fights. "

"The throne is mine!!"

Oleard shouted eagerly.

Bang.

With a crisp sound of neither too big nor too small.

Silby didn't move.

It turned out that Gryffindor was holding Goblin's sword, rushed to Silby, raised the sword, and stopped the long-planned blow for Silby.

Under the extremely heavy force, Goblin's sword bends and makes the sound of creak creak. Gryffindor's body kept falling until his knees sank to the ground.

He roared in pain: "This guy is so powerful, who can help!!"

On Oleard’s huge eyes, only Silby, and West Alby didn't mean to make a move, and he didn't even look at Oleard.

He put his hands behind his back, neither Oleard nor Gryffindor, he just said to the wizards on the periphery: "If my short life has taught me anything. It is that the system cannot be defeated. Death, knowledge cannot conquer death, thinking cannot conquer death, only new student can conquer death.

Although I am young, I represent the new student. I will lead you to conquer all deaths. You serve just like the female monkey. If you want, you can stay and help me, if you don't, you can leave."

His words finally convinced the wizard.

Gryffindor holding the Goblin sword trembled all over, gasping for breath said: "I...I took it, you...you fucking fit me better."

Ravenclaw Looking at the guy who hasn't even worn a piece of clothes until now, sighed, he walked up to him, stroking his chest and knelt down, "Can I give you a suggestion?"

"What ?"

"Next time you are going to give a speech, get dressed and then give a speech. The convincing power is much higher."

"I wrote it down."

Alby buttoned up his broken robe.

Ravenclaw walked up to Silby, pulled out the wand, and pointed it at the giant tree man Oleard.

After Gryffindor and Ravenclaw chose the acknowledge allegiance, most of the wizards walked up to Silby together and expressed the acknowledge allegiance to him. Then he took out his weapon and pointed directly at Oleard.

Among the crowd, Slytherin understood that the situation was over, he totally underestimated this guy. I underestimated his innate talent, underestimated his ability, and even underestimated his ambition.

The previous encounter in the belly of the snake has been like a world away, and the oath of the master and servant is more like a piece of what a joke, drifting away in the wind. He silently one-knee kneels and chose acknowledge allegiance. Then, he stood in front of Olead, his green eyes turned to yellow, which was a precursor to his gaze in Basilisk.

Oleard was shocked, which was completely different from what he had imagined. He thought that the little boy would fight with him singlehanded. But it was not the case, he never made a move from start to finish.

On the contrary, he only used a few words of trifling, a metaphor, to make all the wizards his antithesis. Although he was arrogant, he was not arrogant enough to be an enemy of so many people.

He made a decision promptly.

He loosened all the corpses used to provide nutrients, and from a giant sky tree over a hundred meters high, he turned back into the thin and fragile old man, and he crawled and rushed. Pour Silby's feet, kneel and kiss his mud and blood toes:

"I...I acknowledge allegiance...I acknowledge allegiance..."

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Silby looked at him without speaking.

Oleard wept in fear, he cut off his palm, turned his bloody palm into a red crown, and handed it to Silby, "Forgive me... .Forgive me...Your Majesty."

Silby was taken aback, but it was something he hadn't expected.

He wanted to turn down Oleard's name.

But he saw the gaze from all directions wizard.

The gaze fell on Silby, making him breathless. Under that gaze, he subconsciously put the blood crown on his head and reached out to touch Olea The top of De's old head. "I forgive you."

Thunderous applause, like a tide, flooded the city,

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"Later...what happened...you know...hiccup..."

Dodoro hit a long alcoholic hiccup , Drunken said: "After Pandora took over all the wizards, more and more wizards have heard of Lord Spencer's deeds. Those wizards who have been tortured by the church have joined us.

Soon, We formed a wizard army of nearly 100,000 people. Under his leadership, we like a hot knife through butter all the way... we completely wiped out the power of the church from the continent...only... .. It only took less than five years."

The flame burned in the dark room, the candles on the table had burned to the bottom, and the wax oil dripped on the table.

"Five years...five years...less than...now, as long as one day passes, we can...can win. Completely defeat the church..."

Dodoro's voice is getting lower and lower. After all, he was overwhelmed by the action of a lot of alcohol. His huge body shook, and finally, he fell into countless empty wine bottles, hu hu Get up to sleep.

Chloe Silver's head sneaked out of Hoffa's arms. After seeing the two sleeping, she crawled onto Hoffa's shoulder and sighed, "This is too good to drink."

Hoffa looked at Dodoro and Tyra who fell on the ground, making a fist with his palm slightly. I have to say that he was bluffed by this old past. Silby's life experience is even more bizarre than him. He actually married the Pope and turned his "wife" into a spider at his wedding.

He couldn't help but think of the spider pope he had seen before, and then think of the silver cryptex he gave him.

Cryptos.

Hoffa took the cryptex out of his arms and looked at the row of letter locks above, thinking that this thing was still his marriage token, it was really magical.

But, what kind of thing would that guy use as a password?

From Dodoro's story, Hoffa only saw Silby's slaughter all sides, pretending to be forced everywhere. But he didn't notice any real side of him, or...any words he might use as a password.

He pushed Dodoro, but Dodoro has fallen into severe unconsciousness, I'm afraid he is about to be poisoned by alcohol.

Hoffa couldn't bear it, but thought that he was actually a thousand-year-old man, who had already turned into smoke and dust in reality, and couldn't help feeling helpless for his compassion.

"Let's go." He stood up.

"We continue to find clues." He said to Chloe.

Leaving the captain's room, outside the black in the sky, there is still endless white snow falling. From beginning to end, the scenery here has not changed, as if the day and night will never come.

After bidding farewell to the wizards on the boat, Hoffa returned to her boat and rowed across the fjord.

The cold made Hoffa sober, but the confusion still tortured him.

Because from his experience, Silby and the four founders of Hogwarts are in a state of falling out in the future. Slytherin even cursed Silby, making him unable to use magic for the rest of his life, and could only be struggling on whilst at death's door in a wheelchair.

But in Dodoro’s story, Silby turned into a real king, unstoppable and unstoppable. If he really overthrew the church and made such a great contribution to the wizard, then why would Slytherin curse him. Moreover, the church has not been destroyed. Chloe’s existence is a clear proof. Could it be that what happened on the eve of the destruction of the church?

Aware of Hoffa’s confusion, the elf that Chloe’s soul turned into couldn’t help but comfort him: “Don’t think about it, you’ll figure it out when you find him.”

"I know, I'm just worried, the more I can't figure out his true thoughts, the more I feel terrifying." Hoffa said frankly.

Water crash-bang.

After a moment of silence.

"If you are really worried, you should go out and return to the real world to destroy my piece of Resurrection Stone." Chloe said: "This is the safest way."

"What?" In the biting cold wind, Hoffa was startled and stopped rowing: "What are you talking about?"

"My soul is your only weakness," Klow Yi said: "As long as I have the probability of survival, your time ability is not unique and unmatched."

Hoffa: "So you must destroy your soul to ensure that others cannot use you. Come and kill me?"

"Yes." Chloe said: "From the current situation, this is the most sensible way."

"No." Hoffa flatly refused, and continued to row: "Wait for this matter, I will reshape a body for you."

"I am very happy that you think so, really."

G Roy whispered, "But the same thing, impossible happened the second time." She looked at the dark night sky and whispered: "Sometimes what you want to do is good, but if you really do that good thing, It’s a bad thing to do."