Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

The next day, it’s dinner time.

Hufflepuff carried a silver plate and walked from the corridor to the deep tortuous library. There are a lot of magic books piled up here, as well as old parchment. Some naughty letters written in black ink ran down from the parchment, chasing a group of letters written in red ink, and started a war game on the floor.

The letter that was beaten to death fell on the ground and turned into a pool of ink.

After sensing the sound of Hufflepuff's footsteps, the letters climbed up from the ground, returned to the parchment, and changed back to one handwriting after another.

In the deepest part of the library, Silby was sitting among a pile of ancient books. Wearing clothes stained with ink, holding quill in his hand, sometimes thinking, sometimes writing, sometimes painful and sometimes happy.

When Hufflepuff came to him with the plate, he didn't even notice it. He just raised his head and glanced at him, and then focused on the work at hand.

Hufflepuff waved wand, and the books beside Silby were automatically stacked into a small platform. She put the dinner plate beside Silby, and then sat down beside him.

"What are you researching?" she asked, leaning over her head.

"spells." He said without looking up.

"Did you succeed in your research?"

"Almost, I have to think about the medium of the spells..." His voice went low, and he seemed to think again What's a good idea, shua~ shua~ shua~ and write it on paper.

"Let’s eat something first."

Hufflepuff said softly: "No matter how you study, you have to fill in your stomach."

Speaking of dining, Xi Alby finally stepped back from his seemingly never ending spells deduction, and turned his attention to the food. The food is simple, with mashed potatoes, grilled ribs, broccoli, a red apple, and a cup of pumpkin juice.

"Ah, thank you."

Silby said gratefully. He took a spoon of mashed potatoes and ate it, "Thank you, Hufflepuff, without you , I really don’t know what to do."

"Neither do we, we don’t know what to do without you."

Hufflepuff touched Sylby’s cheek , The sound is as sweet as spring water.

Silby, who eats mashed potatoes, looked at Hufflepuff in confusion. She never seemed to be overly intimate. In his impression, this witch from the open valley was always restrained and cautious. .

"What happened?" Silby picked up an apple, "usually you are not like this."

Hufflepuff: "I said, Silby, for How much are you willing to pay to change the world?"

Sylby took a bite of the apple and looked at Hufflepuff in confusion.

Hufflepuff: "I went to your office and wanted to ask you if you want to spend Christmas with us. But you are not here, but I didn't get nothing, I saw your diary."

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A violent pain came from the lower abdomen, like a thousand swords, he threw away the apple abruptly, deng deng deng stepped back and stood in front of the wall of the library. The apple was bitten off. lu lu rolling, time seems to stand still.

He looked at Hufflepuff's face under the dim candle, his expression unpredictable, and cold sweat gradually flowed from his head.

"Helga..."

"Today is Christmas," Hufflepuff leaned on his knees and stood up, "We have known each other for almost 20 years, but you never Remember to tell us a Merry Christmas-but Merry Christmas, Silby."

In the darkness, Silby slammed his waist and abdomen, spouting blood when he opened it. , The blood was thick as black, and after landing, it burned a deep hole in the ground.

"Dandala...dead root grass..."

Silby lifts the head with blood red eyes, staring at Hufflepuff firmly: "You actually. .." Before he finished speaking, he highlighted another blood.

"I know what you think. You are using us, Silby."

Hufflepuff said sadly and softly: "Use our trust in you, love for you , The purpose is just for us to help you collect the magic of the whole world, so that you can develop the so-called magic that changes the world.

You never treat us as friends, and you never tell us about yours. Really feel that you are too despicable."

With Hufflepuff's sad tone, the other two people slowly walked out of the darkness. They were Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. Gryffindor was wearing silver on his waist. Sword, Ravenclaw is holding her wand, both of them are fully armed.

"Can you understand me!?" Silby was angrily roared in pain, and then he vomited a stream of blood again.

"Come on, Silby, we all know your plan." Gryffindor said: "That was impossible."

"How do you know... It's impossible...!?"

Under the poison, Silby firmly grasped the wall and didn't fall down.

"Of course impossible!" Ravenclaw: "Oh my god, it's unreasonable, what are you thinking about in your head, Silby, even if that kind of thing is realized, it won't be better than it is now, just It will be even worse."

"This is me...why didn't I tell you!"

Silby said as he vomited blood, black meridian crawled all over his face. Black blood spilled from his nostrils.

critical moment, he without the slightest hesitation pierced his palm into his lower abdomen, dragged out a mass of black and threw it on the ground, then stepped out and disappeared in front of the three of them.

His sudden disappearance caught the three of them off guard, and they raised their weapons one after another in a defensive posture. But Silby did not reappear. After a few seconds, several people put down their weapons, came to the black group, and bent over.

That black turned out to be a wriggling stomach bag. Under the poison, he dragged his organs out to buy time for himself to escape.

Ravenclaw turned pale in fright, almost fell to the ground, she grabbed Gryffindor's arm, "What to do, he will really die!"

"Can't die!"

It was Hufflepuff who was talking, she looked pale: "Wizard of his kind, he will die immediately after leaving the organs. He will definitely have some life-saving means. Go, Godric, hurry up. He caught it back. Neither mandala nor deadroot grass is a continuous medicine. If he gets rid of the poison, it will be almost harder to find him than heavenly ascension."

Gryffindor held the Goblin sword, Lips pressed tightly.

Hufflepuff looked at Ravenclaw: "Ronay, point to Godric."

Ravenclaw bit his lower lip, tremblingly drew a tarot card from his arms, and shuffled After a while, drew out a Fool's card. In the card, the Fool walked on the country road with a sunny face, followed by a dog, and the wooden stick behind it pointed in a direction.

"Disapparation is not allowed here, it is a magic set by himself. It should be the phantom body plus Light Body Technique and ran away."

Ravenclaw handed the card in his hand to Gryffindor, "Follow the direction of this guy on the card, and he will show you Silby."

"Okay."

what is done cannot be undone, Gryffindor has Unable to refuse the task, he took the card, took a deep breath, and set off.

Before leaving the library, Ravenclaw stopped him: "Wait a minute, Godric."

Gryffindor turned to look at Ravenclaw.

"Catch him back, if it is not necessary, don't kill him, just control him." She pleaded.

Gryffindor nodded. With his legs touching the ground, he jumped more than ten meters high, jumped over the high wall of the castle, moved towards the deep Black Forest and rushed.

High in the castle, Slytherin stood in front of the shutters, looking at the leaving Gryffindor, with an obscure and sad expression.

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Godric .Gryffindor follower's tarot guide, quickly in the Forbidden Forest Moving around, the night obscured most of the light. The only thing visible was the reflection of the snow, and the night owl was low in the treetops. The cold wind blew, and the snow-covered leaves on the treetops fell off and stuck in the snow like ice skates.

Finally, when the Fool on the Tarot card walked to the cliff position, it didn't move. Gryffindor held his breath and moved lightly on the dead leaves with Goblin's sword.

Smears of blood appeared on the snow. He knew that he was approaching.

Bypassing two fir trees, under the moonlight, the thin and tall man was standing on a clearing in the woods. The moonlight shone on his gray hair and put a pale pale make-up on him.

"You can't escape, Sylby." Gryffindor exhaled a white breath and used a sharp sword edge to draw a thin line on the ground.

Silby slowly lifts the head, the corner of his mouth is constantly leaking blood, but this time, the blood flowing out is red. It's not black, and the red is mixed with a touch of silver.

"Godric, get out of the way..."

Silby shook his palms against his bleeding belly.

"There are no rules to save you this time, Silby, you can't get out of this place. If you go back and get treatment, you still have a little chance of surviving. If you persist in your own wrong doings, I'm afraid you will bleed to death if you don't need me to do it."

"Ah...Yes..."

Silby clutched his abdomen, "I underestimated your determination."

Then, his face revealed a look of ridicule, "However, how can your summer insect know the cold of winter night."

Gryffindor stopped talking nonsense with him. Under the moonlight, he leaped high and slashed towards Silby with a very fast sword.

Silby is gasping for breath, with one hand covering his abdomen, and the other hand raising his hand to draw a Cross Slash. Along with his movements, two sharp Formations appeared like a shadow. The Formation was so large that it cut the pine trees and the snow.

Gryffindor is unwilling to resist Silby’s Formation attack. At this time, it is still planning to open and close the only consequence of being cut off by the Formation 1 point. He immediately gave up the idea of ​​slashing, volleyed sideways, and twisted a weird arc in the sky, which not only dodges Silby's attack, but also embodies the intention of attacking the enemy by taking advantage of it.

Silby clutched her lower abdomen, stumbled away ten meters, and avoided the Gryffindor's volley from the sky.

The tentative shot failed, and Gryffindor was not discouraged. He bent over, sinking his shoulders, holding the sword, in one go. Hit Silby straight. He looked menacing when he slammed his shoulders into a collision, but in fact he had left his back hand early and only used a three-pointer. Silby just waited for a flash, and then he posted it like a shadow, but his left hand was placed on his side seemingly casually, but in fact he pulled out the wand.

Sure enough, Silby's attention was attracted by wand, he hurriedly drew out a wind blade again, slashed to Gryffindor and held Wand's left hand.

At this time, the distance between the two is audible.

Gryffindor has been on the battlefield, knowing that the opportunity is coming, so he throws away the wand without the slightest hesitation, holds the sword in the backhand, bends down to avoid the wind blade, and smashes Silby's elbow with the help of impact. Forehead.

Silby raised his head and hit it with his head very hard! During the impact of his head, the oily figure turned into a huge black rhino head.

Only a muffled sound was heard, his forehead was opened with a long bloody mouth, but it was just a bloody mouth!

Gryffindor was still snorted in pain, his tiger's mouth was torn apart by the force of the huge counter shock, and the warm blood immediately flowed down.

Goblin's sword took off and flew straight into the snow ten meters away.

At the same time, Silby took a deep breath. He clenched a fist with one hand and slammed it out suddenly. The flames above the fist turned into lava.

Gryffindor knows that if he is hit by this fist, he will end up with the same result as Silby's organ destruction.

It is hard to imagine that this guy has such a powerful battle strength after being poisoned and ripping off his organs.

However, Gryffindor is not someone who is easy to deal with. At the moment of life and death, he grabbed Silby’s burning fist with one hand, bent his knees and slammed into Silby’s lower abdomen, with the other hand He slammed his fist into Silby's cheek even more.

In the face of Gryffindor's counterattack, Silby couldn't dodge, and forcibly ate this fist leg, and his cheekbones immediately dented and a few teeth were spit out.

There was a craziness of blood coming out of his eyes. Along with this madness, a green apparition appeared behind Gryffindor, and the apparition raised its sickle and severely chopped it down!

Gryffindor sensed the will to death behind him. After a blow, he didn't want to fight, kicking the ground back and forth again and again. The sickle of death was severely cut down, but it was cut empty.

Gryffindor became extremely calm and determined after entering the fighting state. As he retreated, he made a hook with one foot, and Goblin's sword flew high, and he held it back in his hand after rolling a few laps.

Holding a sword in his hand, he immediately turned from retreat to attack, from retreat to speed attack. The snow became muddy under his footsteps. In less than two seconds, he appeared in front of Silby again and cut it off with a sword. This time, it was not so easy to hide.

Silby’s eyes were black, and five or six teeth had fallen. The corners of his mouth were inevitably dripping with blood, and he was gasping for breath, as if there was an old bellows in his lungs.

He raised his hand and grabbed Gryffindor's sharp sword, and Formation appeared in his palm. However, the huge force directly destroyed Formation and directly crushed his upper arm into three sections.