Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

Looking at the guy with his lowered head slightly weeping in the tent, Hoffa tiptoed and walked back on tiptoe.

Bent over and whispered to comfort: "Hey, are you okay."

No one answered, sobbing and talking to himself stopped. Silby remained sitting cross-legged, the computer crashed, motionless.

Hoffa felt a little strange, so she also got down on his stomach, dropping her head under Silby, looking at him face up. It turned out that Silby looked at the ground blankly like a fool, still drooling at the corners of his mouth.

Hoffa shook his hand a few times before his eyes, and he didn't respond.

Isn’t it damn crazy...

Hoffa was filled with muttering in his heart, when the king is too stressed, or too lonely leads to a mental breakdown, it’s not The first one. But it's more likely that Silby was pretending to be crazy to fool herself.

This guy has been extremely rude since the first meeting. He still remembers that when he and Osivia sent him to Barcelona together, he peeed in the car crotch, which was even more pussies than now. At the time, I thought he was a paralyzed patient, but then I learned that he was a Great Demon cursed by Salazar Slytherin.

In order to confirm whether he really broke down or fooled himself, Hoffa gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and used the power of his dream to visualize a bottle of Fengyou Essence.

He shivered.

I opened the Fengyoujing and dripped it on the handkerchief.

Then he covered Silby's nose with only a slight breath with a handkerchief.

"Uh...!"

Less than a second.

Silby straightened his back and coughed violently.

"Your Majesty, are you okay."

Hoffa quickly put away the essence, and asked hypocritically by his side.

"cough cough cough..." Silby coughed violently on the ground: "You...what damn thing did you use for me...cough cough cough...oops It choked me to death."

He coughed and said, his tone changed from the cold and perverse before, and after coughing for a long time, after the smell of wind and oil dissipated, he hummed and got up, wondering. He asked Hoffa: "Why are you still here?"

Silby at this moment is no longer the sharp and dangerous appearance before. On the contrary, his eyes are wide and his pupils are very round. People feel naive. Just like a little child.

"I'll leave in a while." Hoffa slapped haha, remaining vigilant. Not to mention that Silby became an incomprehensible appearance, even if he became a water bear, Hoffa would be wary of him. This guy bombed Hogwarts and exiled himself to someone fifty years later, he must be guarded.

But Silby became interested. He looked at Hoffa, scratched his head, and curiously asked: "Don't hurry, you haven't told me who you are."

He looked at Hoffa curiously, touched him and knelt down, shook his cheeks, looked at the top of his head for a while, looked at his chin for a while, and even touched Hoffa's head. I got up, like a monkey catching lice to another monkey.

The sweat on Hoffa's forehead came down.

At this time, he would rather go with Grindelwald for 300 rounds than to be with this strange flower.

"Who are you? Why are you not afraid at all, yet so wary of me, who are you?"

Silby sniffed Hoffa's hair.

"Who are you?" Hoffa couldn't help asking.

Silby at this moment is different from anything he has ever seen. If he insisted that he was similar, maybe when he took Silby in a drag racing, he was a little similar to now.

"West Xavier..."

The youth murmured.

"West Xavier!? What..."

Hoffa wanted to ask something, but he was shocked.

Yes, Silby is just his former name. He told himself that his real name is unknown, and he has never told anyone.

Could it be that his real name is West Xavier?

If this is the case, is he the most authentic side sitting in front of him now?

For a time, a series of thoughts flashed through his forehead quickly.

"What about you, what is your name?" Silby asked.

"My name is..."

Hoffa stopped talking, but Silby looked at him seriously.

Hoffa's head started thinking quickly, and he can't tell him his real name, because he is still not sure where he is. The difference between dream and reality is very vague here.

If it is a dream, the real Silby is likely to realize his return, because he is the ruler of the dream. If it is the reality, it is even more remarkable. He ran more than a thousand years ago. Tell Silby his name, and Silby will chase him down in the future.

This again constitutes a terrifying cycle.

After 6,000 cycles, Hoffa is in awe of the certain, scheduled events.

Thinking of this, he shook the head and vaguely changed the subject: "I'll tell you the name later. You tell me why you are hiding in the tent and not going out?"

"I stay here because I am in pain."

Silby no longer fiddled with Hoffa's head, just sat down and said frankly: "I am in pain."

"What is the pain, is it too lonely because there is no opponent?"

"As long as I defeat the guy across the fjord, I will never have an opponent in this world. Of course I I know, but things are not that simple." Silby hugged his knees and fell into thought:

"through childhood, what I want to eat, others will put the food on the plate, Christine Give it to me respectfully. If I like a toy, others will find a way to give it to me.

However, I really want to get an answer to the question, but no one can answer it.

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When I grow up, because of my damn innate talent, I can learn any difficult magic, because of my damn ability, I can defeat any opponent that hinders me. Because of my damn appearance, I even Can attract any woman.

However, I really want to get answers to the questions, but I can’t talk to others."

Silby hugged her knees, disgusted. Said: "My life is smooth like a piece of silk that makes me sick, without any protrusions, and no effort from me. I can't find the value of being alive. Everything is too easy, too easy. "

Hoffa couldn't help being dumb. He went through suffering untold hardships and came to this guy, risking his life and putting his own happiness as the price to stop him. But he said that he got everything just because of boring, really constantly comparing oneself to others will only make one angry.

However, he naturally couldn't say these words, but was comforted: "You are already amazing, ordinary people, you will never achieve your achievements in your life."

"Fart "

Silby grinned, showing White Sensen's teeth,

"Are these my things?"

He pointed to the sky, "These all are his thoughts, he gave me all of this, he built this slide, in this chaotic era, and what I did was just slide down this slide. But me, what about myself , Who am I?"

"You beat the church, but now you say you believe in God. If this is heard by the wizards outside, they are afraid they will be mutiny."

"I would rather they have a little bit of their own ideas, in fact most people don't." Silby said indifferently: "I believe there is a higher level of existence, it may be God, it may be an old bastard, or it may be Something else. It’s just that the church is willing to be its servant, and I don’t want to."

"But now, you are indeed "its" servant."

Hoffa said: "You have become a king under the expectation of all the wizards. The monarchy is granted by the gods. If "it" is unwilling, you will not become a king."

"What should you do? What do you tell me? What if you are me What would it do?"

Silby asked what to do three times. He looked at Hoffa and asked sincerely: "Don’t tell me anything like that, marrying a wife and having children. For me, Life is an infinite game. If I cannot reach the limit, I will never stop."

Hoffa was shocked. At this moment, he saw something very pure in Silby, that Things are so pure that there is no trace of impurities. He may also have something like that on himself, but compared with the guy in front of him, it is only Firefly and Haoyue.

It's close.

Hoffa knows.

He is close to the essence.

This made his breath tremble slightly.

After finally calming down the excitement, Hoffa said solemnly: "Now tell me, West Xavier, what do you want most?"

"Very Simple, I want to be a wizard."

Silby said in a melancholy tone. He hugged his knees, "A real wizard."

" But you are already a wizard."

Hoffa said confusedly. It didn't expect Silby to give such an answer. If he is not a wizard, then who is a wizard?

"I am not a wizard."

Silby buried his head deep in his arm.

"When I was the crown prince, I went to a circus. The wizard took the rabbit out of the hat, and the people watching laughed happily. I think it was a great accomplishment.

But now I have ascended the throne. I am not a wizard. I am a king, half a man, and half a king of the wizard.

What I bring to the world is not happiness, but Pain. During the five years of war, my army ravaged every piece of continent and burned the barren of muggle's world.

Besides, I can’t kill all muggles, even if I kill all muggles, The offspring of wizard will still give birth to squib, and the offspring of squib will become muggle. Wars and conflicts will continue forever."

Hoffa said: "Then it has been so dragged, and it is impossible to have As a result, the snowball has already rolled up. If you stop it, it will be a wishful thinking. What is bound to happen, how can I change it?"

"Yes...the result is inevitable, why should I do it?"

" Something is destined to happen. I am destined to defeat the pope, to become the strongest wizard in the continent, to become a king, and to die in pain and self-torture. What can I do, I can't do anything. "

Silby looked at Hoffa, "If it were you, what would you do?"

"I will not do anything."

Hoffa said : "Just keep the status quo."

Silby: "This is not the answer I want to hear."

Hoffa: "Whether you want to hear it or not, the world is like this. People are an animal that keeps fighting. Heavenly Dao cycle, retribution is unhappy.

Even if there is no wizard, only muggle, they will fight each other endlessly.

The long-distance relationship burns the same to death. Sex love, Christians kill ***, whites kill blacks, blacks kill whites, speaking of which you may not believe, they may even fight because of whether the taste is sweet or salty. As long as there is a difference, there will be a fight ."

"I don't agree."

Silby shook his head and looked at him: "I never agree. What you said, it happened the day after tomorrow, they There is a choice. But, does the wizard have a choice? Does the muggle have a choice? Born to be a wizard, a muggle will be killed by a muggle if it is strong. If a muggle is born a muggle, a wizard will be killed by the wizard if it is strong. This is totally unfair. "

Hoffa: "There is no fairness at all. Throughout human history, How many people can have a choice.

All the choices we make are the most correct choices at the moment, but if you look back, in fact, each step is full of loopholes and mistakes.

But the past facts are there. It is powerful, unbreakable, and unchangeable.

Just like you think everything is too easy, it's because you are compliant with this era, compliant with the ideas of all wizards, they need a king, and you happen to be a king.

If you fight against this era, it will make you feel the real pain. "

"so that's how it is. "

Silby said in a suddenly enlightened tone, "so that's how it is..."

After that, he stopped talking, just opened his mouth and decided to watch To the front. His childish look disappeared, his pupils gradually contracted until they became a small dot, and his brows raised sharply upwards.

Hoffa was surprised, what's the matter?

Why did this guy chat and change back again.

"Who are you? "

Silby asked again.

At this time, he had no naivety at all, and his tone was full of scrutiny and ruthlessness.

The switching between these two states is so fast that even Hoffa was a little caught off guard.

He stood up, his whole person sharp like a cross sword.

"You are who? "

He asked very oppressively.

"I am no one. "

Hoffa stood up, telling him instinctively that something was not right, he should run away quickly.

"Then why do you think you are right? Why do you think you are right? There is no real understanding, and people cannot become happier by eliminating differences. "Silby overbearing asked.

"Heavenly Dao is ruthless, I just want to go with it. "

Hoffa said.

"So you are Heavenly Dao? "

Sylby’s imposing manner climbs a little bit.

Outside the tent, violent wind erupted and Expulso.

"speaking from a certain perspective. "

Hoffa nodded: "I am Heavenly Dao. "

Silby’s eyes lit up with a dazzling brilliance. The surging power rushed out like a tide. The tent covering the two of them was instantly torn away by the wind. Amidst an exclamation, Silby Looking up, laughed and said with a smile: "It turned out to be you, I finally found you! "