Harry Potter: I Am a Legend - v6 Chapter 59

The next day, dinner time.

Hufflepuff carried a silver dinner plate and walked from the corridor to the deep tortuous library. There are a lot of magic books and 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 letters that had been beaten to death fell to the ground and turned into a pool of ink.

After sensing the sound of Hufflepuff’s footsteps, the letters climbed up from the ground one after another, 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 a 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, but after looking up at him, he focused on the work at hand.

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

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

“Spell.” He said without looking up.

“Did you succeed in your research?”

“Almost, I have to think about the medium of the spell transmission…” He lowered his voice, as if he had thought of some good idea, and wrote it on paper.

“Let’s eat something first.”

Hufflepuff said softly: “No matter how you study, you have to report your stomach.”

Speaking of meals, Silby finally stepped back from his seemingly never-ending spell 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 picked up a spoon and took a bite of mashed potatoes and ate it. “Thank you, Hufflepuff, I really don’t know what to do without you.”

“We too, we don’t know what to do without you.”

Hufflepuff touched Silby’s cheek, his voice was as sweet as spring water.

Silby, who was eating mashed potatoes, looked at Hufflepuff with some confusion. She had 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. “You are not like this normally.”

Hufflepuff: “I said, Silby, how much are you willing to pay to change the world?”

Silby 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.”

A violent pain came from the lower abdomen, as if a thousand swords were cut, he threw away the apple abruptly, stepped back a few steps, and stood in front of the wall of the library. The bitten apple rolled gruntingly. Time seemed 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 say a Merry Christmas to us-but Merry Christmas, Silby .”

In the darkness, Silby slammed his waist and abdomen, and spewed out a stream of blood. The blood was thick as black. After landing, it burned a deep hole in the ground.

“Mandala…dead root grass…”

Silby raised his head with blood-red eyes and stared at Hufflepuff firmly: “You actually…” Before he finished speaking, he had another blood sticking out.

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

Hufflepuff said sadly and mildly: “The purpose of using our trust and love for you is just for us to help you collect the magic of the world, so that you can develop the so-called magic that changes the world.

You never regarded us as friends, and you never told us your true feelings, 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 a silver sword on his waist. Crowe is holding her magic wand, both of them are fully armed.

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

“Come on, Silby, we all know your plan.” Gryffindor said, “That’s impossible.”

“How do you know…impossible…!?”

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

“Of course it’s 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 will not be better than it is now, it will only be worse. .”

“This is me… why don’t I tell you!”

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

At the juncture of life and death, he did not hesitate to pierce his palm into his lower abdomen, drag out a black mass and throw 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 and made 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.

The black color turned out to be a group of slightly squirming stomach bags, and under the poison, he dragged his organs out to buy time for himself to escape.

Ravenclaw was shocked and almost fell to the ground. She grabbed Gryffindor by the arm and said, “What to do, he will really die!”

“Can’t die!”

It was Hufflepuff who was talking, and her face was pale: “A wizard of his kind, if he leaves the organs, he will die immediately. He will definitely have some life-saving means. Go, Godric, catch him quickly. Back, neither Datura nor Deadroot is a continuous medicine. If he gets rid of the poison, it will be harder to find him than to climb to the sky.”

Gryffindor held on to the fairy sword and pressed his lips tightly.

Hufflepuff looked at Ravenclaw: “Ronay, point Godric to the position.”

Ravenclaw clenched his lower lip, and tremblingly drew a tarot card from his arms. After shuffling, he drew out a fool’s card. In the card, the Fool walked on the country road with a bright sunny face, followed by a dog, and the wooden stick behind it pointed in a direction.

“You can’t Apparate here, it’s a magic he set up himself. It should be the Apparition 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 lead you to Silby.”

“Great.”

The deal was done, and Gryffindor could no longer refuse the mission. 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’s 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 walls of the castle, and rushed towards the deep black forest.

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

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Godric Gryffindor followed the guidance of the Tarot card, swiftly moving around in the forbidden forest. The dark night blocked most of the light, and 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 reached the cliff position, it didn’t move. Gryffindor held his breath and moved lightly on the dead leaves with the sword of the goblin.

There were dots of blood on the snow, and he knew that he was approaching.

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

“You can’t escape, Silby.” Gryffindor exhaled a white breath and drew a thin line on the ground with a sharp blade.

Silby slowly raised his head, the corners of his mouth were constantly leaking blood, but this time, the blood flowing out was red. It’s not black, but the red is mixed with a touch of silver.

“Godric, get out of the way…”

Silby swayed, palms covering his bleeding lower abdomen.

“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. He bleeds to death.”

“Ah… yeah…”

Silby clutched his abdomen, “I underestimated your determination.”

Then, he showed a sneer on his face, “However, how can you worms of summer 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 was panting, covering his lower abdomen with one hand, while raising his hand with the other hand drew a cross cut. Along with his movements, two sharp barriers appeared like a shadow, and the junctions were so aggressive that they cut the pine trees and the snow.

Gryffindor was unwilling to resist Silby’s enchantment attack. At this time, the only consequence of his plan to slash and cut was to be divided into two by the enchantment. He immediately gave up the idea of ​​slashing, volleyed sideways, twisted a weird arc in the sky, not only dodged Silby’s attack, but also held the intention of attacking the enemy in it.

Silby clutched his lower abdomen and stumbled away ten meters, avoiding Gryffindor’s volley from the sky.

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

Sure enough, Silby’s attention was attracted by the wand, and he hurriedly drew a wind blade again, slashing to Gryffindor’s left hand holding the wand.

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

How long Gryffin has been on the battlefield, knowing that the opportunity is coming, he did not hesitate to throw away his wand, hold the sword in his backhand, bend down to avoid the wind blade, and with the help of the impact, smashed Silby’s forehead with an elbow.

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

Only a muffled sound was heard, and a long **** mouth was opened on his forehead, but it was only a **** mouth!

Gryffindor also snorted painfully, his tiger’s mouth was torn apart by the force of the huge counter shock, and the warm blood immediately flowed down.

The fairy’s sword took off and flew straight into the snow ten meters away.

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

Gryffindor knew that if he was hit by this punch, he would have to end up with the same result as Silby, the destruction of his organs.

It is hard to imagine that this guy has such a powerful combat effectiveness even after being poisoned and ripped off his internal organs.

However, Gryffindor is not a fuel-efficient lamp. At the moment of life and death, he grabbed Sylby’s burning fist with one hand, bent his knees and slammed into Sylby’s lower abdomen, and slammed his fist westward with the other hand. Alby’s cheeks.

???? Faced with Gryffindor’s counterattack, Silby couldn’t dodge. After abruptly taking the punch and kicking, his cheekbones were immediately sunken and a few teeth spit out.

A crazily blood came out of his eyes. Along with this madness, a green phantom appeared from behind Gryffindor, and the phantom raised its sickle and severely chopped it down!

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

After Gryffindor entered the fighting state, he became extremely calm and determined. As he retreated, he hooked one foot, and the fairy 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 retreating to speed offensive. The snow became muddy under his footsteps. In less than two seconds, he appeared in front of Silby again and cut it down with a sword. This time, it was not so easy to hide.

The corners of Silby’s eyes were black and five or six teeth were missing. 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 an enchantment appeared in his palm. However, the huge power directly destroyed the enchantment and directly crushed his upper arm into three sections.