Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

From the moment the shadow wrapped around Silby's body, Silby felt a sharp pain from his body, and his whole body was trembling involuntarily. stand up. He could no longer keep his eyes closed, and opened his eyes suddenly, but he was tortured by the sudden and intense pain, and he was completely white! Compared with it, the poison that Hufflepuff gave him before is simply not worth mentioning!

"Ah!!!"

The blue Evil Spirit puppet disappeared behind him, and Goblin's sword fell to the ground. Silby yelled, stumbled back, and stumbled. Stepping on the ground, the whole person was thrown out by a volley, and his back slammed into the branches three meters away, and then fell to the ground, crushing the ground snow to sparse, branches and leaves scattered everywhere.

"Ah!!! Bastard......!!!"

He struggled to get up, still able to move, and even wanted to kill Slytherin! It's just that he limped obviously when he was walking, and the speed of his actions had been drastically reduced.

At this time, Slytherin wand pointed, and another black air entangled Sylby's body. He just got up and couldn't bear it anymore. He rolled frantically on the snow. He reached out and grabbed his throat. His nails dug out blood marks on the skin, but the muscles underneath were as hard as rocks.

The extremely painful action stunned the Gryffindor who fell in the snow.

Looking at Slytherin at this time, his face was as white as chalk, his eyes were bloodshot, his expression was extremely distorted, and he seemed to endure incomparable pain.

"Uhhh!!"

Silby turned his head in an instant, looking towards Slytherin with a ferocious look. Like the beast of Final Struggle, I want either the fish dies or the net splits.

With that look in the eyes and the collision of the invisible spirit strength field, Slytherin's whole body trembles unceasingly, but he firmly holds the wand without letting go. But the teeth have broken his lips.

After a moment of stalemate, Silby was defeated.

Black expanded to his eyes in the blink of an eye, and he tore his face in pain, until he tore it and rolled it up, he didn't notice it. His strength quickly declined. He held on to the ground and climbed up like a dying drunk. Gegbaba asked, "This is...this is...what...what...magic...?"

"This is the curse technique I developed!"

Slytherin said hoarsely, his nose bleeding continuously and his face pale as paper: "When you stand out from Pandora, I'm thinking about ways to defeat you. You are not the only one in the world who can invent spells. Silby!"

The cold snowflakes fell from the sky on Silby’s face, and he finally realized Then, he paid the price for his closure and immersion in research. Slytherin's progress is greater than he thought. More than a decade ago, he lost to Gryffindor in a duel, but if he does it now, I am afraid that Gryffindor will no longer be his opponent.

He didn't dare to love the fight anymore, he got up from the ground with difficulty, tried to overcome the terrifying feeling of severe pain all over his body, and staggered away.

And Slytherin also stood up from the ground little by little. Although he had suffered a heavy mental injury just now, he did not stop at all. He still walked coldly in Sylby’s direction. Past.

The two are not fast, Silby's speed is even slower, magic power and physical strength are lost from his body extremely fast, he tries his best to keep a distance from Slytherin, but the cruel reality is. The distance between the two is getting closer!

In the beginning, in order to prevent outsiders from invading Hogwarts, and also for the management of internal personnel, he set up an array of prohibition on Disapparation in Hogwarts, but now it seems that it is a cocoon.

He didn't dare to look back, but rushed to the periphery of the Forbidden Forest with all his strength. As long as he exited the Forbidden Forest, he could Disapparation and leave the Hogwarts range, if he could still Disapparation at that time.

It just didn't go very far, the man behind him ruthlessly chased him up, chasing him like a cold Death, cold and cruel.

During the run, Silby tripped over a tree branch and fell to the ground as a child.

"Damn it!"

Under the curse, Silby realized that his hands and feet seemed to be disobedient. He had to get on all fours before he could barely crawl.

The chasing Slytherin is getting closer and closer. He waved the wand, a spells strikes!

The huge explosion overturned the land and forest, and the exploded snow and stones rumbling down straight down.

The crawling Silby rolled around on the ground in a very embarrassing way, barely avoided Slytherin's attack, and used the remaining and weak magic power to create a circle of mud defense wall with transfiguration , I hope to stop Slytherin's footsteps.

But the next second the defensive wall was torn apart like paper. Slytherin kicked open the wall with a tyrannical kick. The green eyes on his pale face looked chilly and daunting! As soon as he lowered his head, he saw Silby's position, and raised wand again: "Reducto!"

Silby had avoided this spell, and the spells hit him directly. In his chest, Silby only felt black in front of his eyes, and he seemed to hear the overwhelming sound of skeleton "creak creak" in his ears. I believe there was a crack in his breastbone. There was an itching in his throat, and a mouthful of blood exploded out. The snow below Silby's back also collapsed and shattered. It actually blasted Silby alive tens of meters, causing him to fall to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

The huge pain almost made him cry with joy. He came to the edge of the Forbidden Forest. This is the edge of his prohibition on the Disapparation array. He can finally Disapparation.

Without the slightest hesitation, he invoked the last bit of magic power in his body, and Disapparation disappeared.

Slytherin's complexion did not fluctuate, his eyes were as cold as iron, and he also disappeared with Silby Disapparation.

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Fifty kilometers away from the Scottish coastline, the Silby Apparition appeared. So far, his magic power is completely lacking, and cursing allows him to describe a cripple.

He lost his magic power and lay on the ground, arching forward like a maggot. Finally, he came to the end of the cliff. Behind him is a thorn bush covered with snow, but in front of him On the coastline of the Atlantic Ocean, the frantic sea breeze blows his hair hunting.

He was lying on the ten thousand zhang cliff at the end of the Scottish mountains, looking at the coastline near a thousand meters below the reef stand in great numbers, and he was desperate for a while.

magic power is banned, and his last Disapparation can only reach this position. Here there is no heaven and no earth, no door to the earth, it is completely things have reached a dead end.

His plan has failed before it even started.

"Why do you treat me this way...!?" Thinking of his own efforts regardless of time and cost, thinking of the huge injustices and defects remaining in the world, he raised his head and roared, seeming to question God: "Why Do this to me!"

No one answered.

misfortunes never come alone, the space behind is distorted again.

Slytherin, wearing a dark green outfit, followed him, Apparition, and appeared at the end of the Scottish mountains. His lips were tight, his steps were firm and tough as always, but the muscles on his face were twitching in pain.

Seeing Slytherin striding over, Silby's eyes burned with a lust for survival! Amid the severe pain and suffocation, he muttered to himself extremely unwillingly, "No, I...how can I die here?"

both of his hands instinctively grabbed his chest, as if He wanted to drag the terrifying curse out of his body, but it was in vain. Slytherin strode forward and kicked Silby in the head!

Silby’s head hit the rock next to it heavily, and snow flew across the area, and Silby’s forehead was also pulled out of a terrifying mouth of blood, instantly Blood ran over his face.

However, he laughed unfathomable mystery at this time. He felt a fluttering feather in his arms. At this moment, he felt the weight of fate.

Slytherin involuntarily dragged Sylby's leg, and dragged him away from the cliff and down the mountain. Planning to bring him back to Hogwarts, imprisoned forever.

The dragged Silby lay down on the ground and dragged a groove on the snow. He was gasping for breath. Despite repeated heavy blows, unexpectedly, he still did not beg for mercy. It was to exhaust the last trace of strength and kicked Slytherin's chest.

Kick Slytherin back two steps, and then, with this reaction force, he broke free from Slytherin's restraint, and crawled towards the edge of the cliff with his elbow little by little.

Slytherin looked at Silby in shock. His whole body was convulsed under the curse, the wounds in his lower abdomen and intestines were flowing out, but he still clung to the ground firmly and crawled forward. He knows the formidable power of the developed spells. Most people are afraid that they will lose consciousness in pain. This guy is still insisting. What is he insisting on?

"Why do you put up a desperate struggle and don't let it go!"

Slytherin snarled, as if he wanted to wake up the madman in front of him.

But the madman ignored him and continued to crawl. Slytherin walked to him and bent over: "Give up, you don't have any chance."

While crawling, Sylby whispered hoarsely, "...Kill... Kill me...unless you kill me..."

"Don't you think I dare?" Slytherin gnashing teeth said, he pulled out wand and pointed directly at Sylby.

"He...he...he..." Silby just laughed, his chest and the broken bellows agitated, his eyes showed the determination of death, still a little bit against the cliff. .

Big snowflakes fall from the sky, and the wind and snow in the Land of Extreme North are as cold as a blade. The weather was so cold, and the posture of that man crawling on the snow was exceptionally tragic and desolate.

Salazar .Slytherin tremblingly held wand, but failed to release the words to Killing Curse. Tears slowly flowed from his eye sockets.

"Why...?"

He asked in a painful and distorted manner. The grievances against him in the early years had disappeared after Queen Pandora revealed his true face. Over ten years of getting along, fighting together, building an empire, and Hogwarts after the empire collapsed. Now it has fallen apart because of disagreements. At this moment, even for him, it is difficult to start.

"Aren't you...you...huh...you wanted to kill me a long time ago..."

Silby crawled while laughing, speed As slow as a snail, there is nothing else in your eyes.

"Why do you want to do this, don't you have the heart!?" Slytherin roared: "The foundation we created together, so you give up and give up?"

Silby He kept crawling, and the great pain caused by the curse tortured him. His original handsome face was covered with slush and blood, and there was still a half-top wizard style. As the muscles twitched, each of his joints became very twisted.

But even so, he was still smiling, smiling in the blizzard, dragging his stump to the distance and climbing to the cliff.

"Are you still laughing!?"

Slytherin wand turned into a snake whip and drew heavily on Silby. He roared: "Why must be right with everyone , To make us so painful!"

Silby remained unmoved. He dragged his stump, climbed to the edge of the cliff, leaned half of his body out, and the wind on the edge of the cliff blew his hair. . It was a thousand-meter cliff on the coast of the Atlantic Ocean.

Seeing Sylby’s will to jump off the cliff, Slytherin extend the hand, tremblingly said: "As long as you are willing to turn your head and give up your unrealistic ideas, we are still friends, and I will give You lift the curse, hide you, and hide you where no one else can find it."

Silby was lying on the cliff, panting like a cow, looking at Slytherin. Under the curse, his expression rarely softened.

"How long have we... known each other, Salazar?"

"Fifteen years," Slytherin said.

"Fifteen years...Ah...I used to, I did not really agree with you...but now...you are the master..." Silby said, "You won."

He stretched out his hand as if begging for Slytherin's help.

Slytherin mistakenly thought that he had changed his mind, and quickly took a deep breath to stop those unnecessary emotions, extend the hand, and wanted to pull him off the cliff.

Unexpectedly, that blood-stained hand was weakly but firmly covered Salazar. Slytherin's face, he only heard Silby muttered: "Master, master...your. Viciousness and kindness...neither is pure enough, and it will be very painful in the future..."

After speaking, he slightly smiled and pushed Slytherin lightly with the last trace of strength, while he With the help of reaction force, I fell into the ten thousand zhang abyss. Like a rag doll.

Slytherin knelt on the edge of the cliff blankly.

Silby drew a fluttering feather from his chest and said to the feather, “Dragon Sparrow, I’m going to die.”

The feathers burned out in an instant.

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A strange bird chirping resounded through the sky.

Slytherin leaned on the cliff and looked down. A huge night owl spread its wings, and flashed across the coastline like lightning. Its hook-like sharp claw grabbed the disabled man’s back and dragged it. He went straight into the sky.

The crippled man looked at him and waved at him like a final farewell.

Many years later, Slytherin still remembers this scene and regards it as the price of all softheartedness and hesitation. It is just a fleeting picture that no one else can see.