Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

Recognizing the owner of the voice, Hoffa was taken aback, and quickly stepped back and let go of Miranda's shoulders.

On the narrow stairs, Miranda's face is one point at two. Half pained and sad, half cold and dark.

Then, like brushed cheese, her cold half twisted and struggled crazily, and finally split into another face. The head of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy stood on her neck, and Miranda's shoulders had two heads on her shoulders, which looked abnormally terrifying.

This is not over yet. After the head appeared, another hand was stretched out. That hand protruded from Miranda's shoulder, like a butterfly crawling out of a cicada pupa.

The paradox of this picture is simply unimaginable.

Then, the little boy forcibly crawled out of Miranda's shoulder. He was only twelve or thirteen years old. He was covered in black energy, but his eyes were firm and his expression was cold.

But Miranda looked pale. She held the wand in one hand, and forcibly pulled the little boy with the other to prevent him from leaving her body. Sweating profusely all over.

The little boy who crawled out was very familiar with Hoffa.

"Miller!" He called the little boy's name, and he still remembered Miller's help fifty years later.

But Miller turned his head fiercely fiercely, and roared a word: "get lost! !!!"

That was so disgusting, as if Hannibal saw Xiaoxi Like Pio, every cell on his face was filled with disgust.

"Where are you going!?" Miranda said painfully: "You come back to me, don't be so willful!"

"I am wayward?" The little boy roared and resisted. "Let go of me, I have had enough!" Miller pointed to Hoffa: "I want to separate, I want to separate, I don't care who you do with me, don't use my body! It's disgusting!!!"

Hoffa recalled that Miller at this time was not the one in fifty years. He has no memory of taking risks with him. And what Miranda did with him that night, I'm afraid Miller will also experience it, if he thinks he is a male.

Then that night...Hoffa's face suddenly looked ugly.

No wonder he wants to split up.

"This is my body, I am the master." Miranda grabbed him tightly, not letting him leave.

"I have also stayed here for more than ten years. Why are you the master?" Miller roared fiercely: "I will never follow this guy to death, and I will never allow you to blaspheme me Body! Come to the fight to the death, sister, who wins, who controls this fleshy body!"

"Don’t be delusional! Bastard!" Miranda cursed painfully: "I have everything you know. In the city, you can't beat me!"

"Can you do it, you will know after you have played it!"

Miller roared like a giant bear, and punched Miranda with a condescending punch. . Miranda took Miller's arm and hit Miller's chin with a ruthless uppercut.

"You hit me, you really hit me! I did it with you!"

Miller cried madly and cried out, "Hit my heart!"

Miranda wand waved: "The anti-magic shield!"

The red light flashed and the spells were bounced back. Unexpectedly, Miller also supported the anti-magic shield at the same time, so he spells Just bounced between them, the two tore each other's hair and wrestle on the narrow spiral staircase without any expert demeanor.

Hoffa was stunned, seeing the siblings fighting together like this crazy, they might fall into the abyss at any time.

He subconsciously wants to persuade him. But as soon as he took a step forward, the two fighting men turned their heads together.

Miranda: "Go!"

Miller: "Get out!"

Miranda: "We don't need you to control!"

Miller: "Go to your own work! It's disgusting to see you, stupid!"

Although the words are different, the meanings are the same.

Hoffa pointed at Miller, gave him a threatening look, and turned around without looking back. As soon as he turned around, the spells energy of The earth shook and the mountain quivered came from behind him. He gritted his teeth and did not turn around to look back, but resolutely rushed to the highest part of the tower.

There is his last opponent.

The three partners left Hoffa one after another, and he has nothing to do about it. But to be honest, he also relaxed a lot.

If Silby wants the king to be the king and will solve the problem with the general, then why is he not so eager to have Power of Time, he does not think that the cursed Silby will be His opponent.

The stairs all the way up seem to be endless, like the Tower of Babel in the biblical mythology, the building rejected by God.

I don't know how Silby built such a tower to the sky. When he climbed to a height of about five kilometers, the stairs completely disappeared. Only a few small bumps and nicks are left on the tower column.

The oxygen here is gradually thinning, so thin that Hoffa doesn't even dare to become a Thunderbird and fly upwards. He grabbed the groove on the tower wall and climbed up a little bit. The wind whistling in my ears, there is nothing around me. He must put all his attention at hand to prevent accidental fall.

In this concentration, that has been permeating his heart, and the noisy sound that he heard due to the flow spell finally disappeared.

He kept starting upwards, six kilometers, seven kilometers, eight kilometers, nine kilometers, ten thousand meters, and finally, there were ice ridges all over his body, and he could barely breathe. , He finally touched the top of this tower.

It is a platform like a giant lotus, standing on top of tiny vines, it is extremely dreamy. He was like a spiderman, clasping the edge of the platform, leaning on his back against an altitude of tens of thousands of meters, and finally stood on the platform.

And he finally saw the last opponent, the guy in the wheelchair. It is a man, a woman, a genius, a madman, a wizard, and a king.

Last time at Lake Heart Island in Hogwarts, Silby had thousands of structures and tens of thousands of taboo magic books. But this time he has nothing but a wheelchair.

The wheelchair was carrying him and turned slowly. The guy in the wheelchair was wrapped in a gray cloth blanket like when they met for the first time, unable to move even a little bit.

The difference is that last time he occupied the body of a teenager, this time he occupied the body of a young woman.

Delfina's body has been cursed for a long time, I'm afraid it is almost reaching the expiration date, she is skinny and there is not much life under it. On her knee, there is a rough wooden stick, which is Hoffa's wand.

Hoffa patted the ice scum on Hoffa patted, said. He has been looking forward to seeing Silby, in which there will inevitably be anxiety, expectation, and irritability, but when he really comes in front of him, he calms down: "You are very difficult to find here."

"You have found the wrong place. Osivia is smarter than you at this point. She immediately thought of my hometown." The guy in the wheelchair tremblingly raised an arm and pointed to the distance Hoffa's horizon: "Look, isn't it beautiful?"

Hoffa glanced at the horizon, the morning glow was rising, and the sea surface was half red and half blue, indeed nothing more beautiful can be imagined. But he cared more about Silby's arm raised from under the cloak. His body can move!

"Have you lifted the curse?" Hoffa asked.

"No, otherwise I won't be in a wheelchair." Silby's arm drooped weakly and fell to his side. "In fact, every body has different resistance, some weak and some It’s strong, this one is lucky, one hand can move."

Hoffa: "I thought you would get rid of the curse."

Silby in the wheelchair shook his head "It’s not necessary anymore. Since I played against you, I have found a better way to achieve my ideals."

The strong wind blew through their bodies. Seeing the vast Atlantic Ocean and the European continent, Hoffa looked around and asked: "How did you build this tower?"

"By controlling those sleepwalkers, if the whole world is willing to help You, you can even build this tower on the moon." Silby said casually: "But considering that you are coming, so I built it so high, otherwise it could be higher."

It's probably been a long time since he had spoken to anyone, and he seemed to talk a lot, but Hoffa didn't want to listen to Silby's chatter, he asked, "Are there anyone else here?"

"No, there are only you and me here." Silby said.

"Then you will definitely lose." Hoffa said, and he strode towards Silby. When the old days are over, he should make a move.

"Since I must die today, as my mourner, do you want to hear my last wish, as..." Silby grinned slowly, saying with a smile: "Respect for the opponent."

"I don't want to." Hoffa said, without stopping under her feet.

The paralyzed Silby remains unmoved, he said in a tranquil voice: "You asked me in your dreams if I am lonely. I think this sentence is somewhat self-explanatory. The ingredients are inside."

Hoffa paused, and then he continued to walk: "It has nothing to do with you."

Silby said again: "There is no one in the world. I know you better, Hoffa. After a person has no opponents, he no longer feels fulfilled. Dumbledore can't give you this kind of fulfillment, Grindelwald can't give it to you, and none of your little girlfriends can give it to you. Only I can give it to you."

Hoffa did not stop at all, but went faster and faster, until he strode to Silby, looking at him condescendingly: "Have you ever heard of a sentence? If you play what a joke, you will tell the villain to die from talking too much."

Silby was laughed, and then returned to his expressionless face, "You really know how to joke. I’ve been sitting here and I’m almost there. It’s been two years and I don’t mind sitting for a while. I think you’ve walked for a long time, and don’t mind walking a few more steps."

Hoffa extend the hand palm rests on Silby’s neck, With a slight pull, Silby was lifted from the gray cloth. The wand on his knees also rolled to the ground with gu lu lu.

He is skinny under the grey cloth, hanging in the air, shaking, this time, there is no mechanical structure on his body to help him walk. Only skinny chest and limbs. It's as light as a doll, and Hoffa can shred him in one second as long as he wants to, even without Power of Time.

Hoffa's undefended appearance made Hoffa feel that the major event was not good. After fighting with the man in front of him several times, he looked at Zhuge Liang's empty city like Sima Yi, instinctively suspecting that there was fraud.

Silby was not afraid, and said indifferently: "Kill me, you can't get anything. You should know that those who are dreaming outside, what will happen if they escape from the dream, they will die . Will die because of the unbearable roughness of reality, and only I can wake them up unharmed."

Hoffa's palm trembled, if the price of killing Silby was to kill hundreds of worlds at the same time. Ninety-nine out of them, he was unwilling.

Silby said again: "To you, the world is like a spider silk 10,000 meters high in the sky. The end of the spider silk leads to your dream life. But unfortunately, there are too many conditions to achieve such a perfection. Obviously, killing me directly is not one of them."

His words sound complicated, but Hoffa is all over. After a tremor, he realized that the complexity of the world timeline surpassed his imagination. If he wanted to return to the normal historical process, he would not be able to make any changes to the world, and he would even have to return to the level before the dream before he could return to it. Fifty years later. If it is changed at will, the butterfly effect may completely break the fragile world timeline and achieve another result.

If he doesn't want to break the jar, he must compromise with Sylby, once again.

So Silby, who was lifted, fell back into the wheelchair.

Hoffa chose to negotiate: "Even if I don't kill you, how long can you support under this curse? Is there any other descendants of the Spencer family for you to consume?"

"No more, this girl is the last one." Silby said.

"Isn't it good for me to end your pain?" Hoffa persuades, "You won't feel pain, for a moment, if you can't even react to it, you can be free from the curse."

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"What's the meaning?"

Silby was motionless, staring straight at him: "From my birth to my death, what did I do to create a magic school Blow it up again, no, no, that would be too mediocre."

He sneered: "A meaningless person, a meaningless story, dull like a stinking ditch. , There are no inner waves, no external changes, nothing has changed, it is disgusting."

He looked at Silby’s eyes. Although they were fading, the pureness contained in those eyes was almost Glaring. He understands that death can never make him succumb.

"What do you want?" This time, Hoffa asked sincerely, "Can't you tell me?"

"Aha, now we can finally chat. But Since you asked this to this, it is a very long story."

Silby looked up at the sky, muttered: "By the way, do you know why Slytherin cursed me?"

Hoffa: "For the forbidden technique library?"

"There are reasons for this, but not all." Silby smiled and said, "In fact, before we established Hogwarts, we still Some interesting things happened.

That was more than a thousand years ago. That night, the church that was my biggest opponent collapsed in the cold night. And that night, the enlightenment I got was far Beyond any moment in the past..."