Harry Potter: I Am a Legend - v6 Chapter 61

From the moment the black shadow wrapped around Silby’s body, Silby felt a sharp pain from his body, and his whole body trembled involuntarily. 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!

“what!!!”

The blue evil spirit puppet disappeared, and the fairy sword fell to the ground. Silby yelled, stumbled back, and slammed on the ground. The whole person was thrown out by a volley, and his back slammed into it. On 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’s wand pointed, and another black air entangled Sylby’s body. When he just got up, he couldn’t bear it anymore, and he rolled frantically on the snow. He stretched out his hand to grab his throat, and his nails dug blood marks on the skin, but the muscles underneath were as hard as rocks.

The extremely painful movement made Gryffindor who fell in the snow stunned.

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

“Uhhh!!”

Silby, who was tumbling to the ground, turned his head instantly and looked at Slytherin with a ferocious look. Like a beast that is dying and struggling, it wants to die.

Accompanied by that look and the collision of the invisible mental force field, Slytherin’s whole body was trembling, but he firmly held the wand and did not let go. But the teeth have broken his lips.

After a stalemate, Silby was defeated.

The blackness spread to his eyes in a blink, and he tore his face in pain until he tore it and rolled it up, and he didn’t notice it. His strength quickly declined, he leaned on the ground and climbed up like a dying drunk. Ge Gebaba 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 emerged from Pandora, I was thinking about ways to defeat you. You are not alone in the world who can invent spells. Silby!”

The icy snowflakes fell on Silby’s face from the sky, and he finally realized that he had paid the price for his isolation and study. Slytherin’s progress was greater than he had imagined. He lost to Gryffindor in a duel more than ten years ago, but if he does it now, I am afraid that Gryffindor will no longer be his opponent.

He didn’t dare to fall in love anymore, he got up from the ground laboriously, tried to overcome the terrible feeling of pain all over his body like a knife, and staggered away.

And Slytherin also supported him from the ground bit by bit. Although he had suffered a heavy mental injury just now, he did not stop at all, and still walked coldly in Sylby’s direction with one foot high and one foot shallow.

The speed of the two is not fast, Silby’s speed is even slower, and the magic and physical strength are lost from his body at an extremely fast speed. He tries his best to keep away from Slytherin, but the cruel reality is. The distance between the two is getting closer!

In order to prevent outsiders from invading Hogwarts, and for the management of internal personnel, he set up a circle at Hogwarts that prohibits Apparition, but now it seems to be a cocoon.

He didn’t dare to turn his head, but rushed to the periphery of the forbidden forest with all his strength. As long as he exited the forbidden forest, he could apparate and leave the range of Hogwarts, if he could apparate at that time.

It just didn’t go far, and the man behind him chased him mercilessly, chasing him like a cold death god, cold and cruel.

During the run, Silby tripped over a tree branch and fell to the ground like 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 got closer and closer, and he waved his wand and bombarded with a spell!

The huge explosion overturned the land and forest, and the 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 mud defensive wall with deformation art, hoping to stop Slater Lin’s footsteps.

But the next second the defensive wall was torn apart like paper. Slytherin kicked open the wall with a strong kick, and the green eyes on his pale face looked chilly and daunting! He bowed his head, saw Silby’s position, and raised his wand again: “Bone to pieces!”

???? This spell Silby has been evasive, the spell hit his chest directly, Silby only felt black in front of him, as if he heard the overwhelming sound of bones “creaking” in his ears. Believing that there was a crack in his breastbone, his throat was itchy and a mouthful of blood exploded out. The snow below Silby’s back also collapsed and shattered, and it actually blasted Silby alive for several 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 was the edge of the ban on Apparition. He could finally Apparate.

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

Slytherin’s complexion did not fluctuate, his eyes were as cold as iron, and he disappeared following Silby’s apparition.

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Fifty kilometers away from the Scottish coastline, Silby Apparition appeared. At this point, his magic power is completely lacking, and cursing allows him to describe a useless person.

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 are thorn bushes covered with snow, but in front of him is the coastline of the Atlantic Ocean, and the frantic sea breeze blows. His hair is hunting.

He was lying on the cliff at the end of the Scottish mountains, looking at the reef-lined coastline nearly a thousand meters below, feeling desperate for a while.

The magic is banned, and his final apparition can only reach this position. Here there is no earth, no way into the earth, it is a complete end.

His plan has failed before it even started.

“Why treat me this way…!?” Thinking of his 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 treat me this way!”

No one answered.

Misfortune never came singly, and the space behind him was distorted again.

Slytherin, wearing a dark green outfit, followed him, Apparated, 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 walking in stride, Silby’s eyes burned with a **** for survival! Amid the severe pain and suffocation, he said to himself extremely unwillingly,??? “No, I…how can I die here?”

He instinctively grabbed his chest with both hands, seeming to want to drag the terrible curse out of his body, but it was in vain. Slytherin strode forward and kicked Silby on 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 blood port, and blood flowed all over his face in an instant.

But at this moment, he laughed inexplicably, he felt a fluttering feather in his arms, and at this moment, he felt the weight of fate.

Slytherin dragged Silby’s leg involuntarily, 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 gasped for breath. Despite repeated heavy blows, unexpectedly, he still did not beg for mercy, but exhausted the last trace of strength. Kicked on Slytherin’s chest.

Kicked Slytherin back two steps, and then, using this reaction force, he broke free from the restraint of Slytherin 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, and the wounds in his lower abdomen were flowing out, but he still clung to the ground firmly and crawled forward. The curse he developed himself, he He knows his power, and most people are afraid that at this time, they will lose consciousness in pain. This guy is still insisting. What is he insisting on?

???? “Why do you have to resist, and still not let go!”

Slytherin yelled, as if trying to wake up the madman in front of him.

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

While crawling, Silby whispered hoarsely, “…Kill…Kill me…unless you kill me…”

“Don’t you think I dare?” Slytherin gritted his teeth. He drew his wand and pointed it at Sylby.

“Heh…he…he…” Silby just laughed, his chest and the broken bellows agitated, his eyes showed the determination of death, and he still rubbed against the cliff a little bit.

The heavy snow fell from the sky, and the wind and snow in the extreme north was as cold as a blade. The weather is so cold, and the posture of the man crawling on the snow is exceptionally tragic and desolate.

Salazar Slytherin tremblingly held his wand, but failed to release the death spell, tears slowly flowed from his eyes.

“why…?”

He asked in a painful twist. The grievances against him in the early years had already disappeared with the moment Queen Pandora revealed his true face. 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 as he laughed, slow as a snail, with nothing in his 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 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!?”

The Slytherin wand turned into a snake whip, and he drew it heavily on Silby. He roared, “Why do we have to do it right with everyone? It makes us so painful!”

Silby was unmoved, he dragged his stump, climbed to the edge of the cliff, leaned half of his body out, and the strong wind on the edge of the cliff blew his hair. It is a thousand-meter cliff on the coast of the Atlantic Ocean, with dense reefs underneath, and there is no chance of surviving if you jump down.

Seeing Silby’s will to jump off the cliff, Slytherin stretched out his hand and said tremblingly: “As long as you are willing to turn your head and give up your unrealistic ideas, we are still friends. Hide it, hide it where no one else can find it.”

Silby lay 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 did not really agree with you in the past… 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 he had changed his mind, and quickly took a deep breath to stop those unnecessary emotions, stretched out his hand, and tried to pull him off the cliff.

Unexpectedly, that blood-stained hand weakly but firmly covered Salazar Slytherin’s face. He only heard Silby murmur: “Master, master…your viciousness. And kindness…neither is pure enough, it will be very painful in the future…”

After he finished speaking, he smiled slightly and pushed Slytherin with the last trace of strength, while he fell into the abyss with the help of reaction force. Like a rag doll.

Slytherin knelt on the edge of the cliff blankly.

In the rapid fall, Silby drew a fluttering feather from his chest and said to the feather: “Dragon Sparrow, I am going to die.”

The feathers burned out instantly.

A peculiar bird chirping resounded through the sky.

Slytherin lay down on the cliff and looked down. A huge night owl spread its wings, and flashed across the coastline like lightning. Its hook-like claws grabbed the disabled man’s back and dragged him straight into the sky.

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

Many years later, Slytherin still remembered this scene and regarded it as the price of all softheartedness and hesitation. It was just a fleeting picture that no one else could see again.