Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

"Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

Malfoy jumped to the front desk of the classroom. At this moment, the people around dispersed.

"Leave this sentence to yourself."

After Aglaia finished speaking, he also jumped to the front desk.

Professor Melles put his hands into his sleeves, stepped forward slowly, stood between Malfoy and Aglaia, and said lightly:

"I have never prevented students from using standard wizarding methods to resolve conflicts. However, duels in the academy end.

As arbitration, my decision. Can the two parties disagree if the result is irrefutable? "

Both sides shook their heads in silence.

Professor Melos: "According to the practice of the duel, you have the right to choose your two assistants. After your side fails, these two assistants must come forward and replace them. They will win two games in three games and be eliminated in violation of the rules."

Aglaia immediately turned to look at Hoffa and Miranda. Miranda shrugged and stood behind her on the left.

Looking at the opponent's blue eyes, Hoffa knew that this was really going to be torn apart, and Aglaia wanted to be her dueling assistant.

He stood silently to Aglaia's right hand and narrowed his eyes.

Hoffa feels that this generation of Malfoy doesn't seem to be the kind of straw bag like Decola Malfoy.

Abraxas Malfoy turned and waved his green robe, and pointed to Tom Riddle and another tall Slytherin.

"You two, follow me!"

They strode to the side of the classroom in a stride.

Tom Riddle curled his lips slightly, but his eyes stayed on Hoffa's face.

At this moment, all the wizards in the classroom stood up, no matter which college, they took out their wands with solemn expression and waved them down.

As if some kind of ceremony was being held.

Hoffa asked Aglaia in a low voice: "Can you do it, you can't let me or Miranda get on for you."

He was telling the truth at this time, the opposite Malfoy didn't seem to be sloppy at all, and although Aglaia knew a lot, it was no different from Zhao Kuo who was talking on paper, and the combat experience was definitely not as good as himself and Miranda.

Aglaia frowned: "Shut up, none of you are allowed to take action if I don't fall."

As soon as she finished her voice, all the students around her drew down their magic wands again. Qi Qi shouted, the momentum was shocking.

Hoffa looked at all the students around him who were holding their magic wands pointing to the ground and looked serious.

He realized that this duel was not the kind of trifle he had imagined, nor was it the kind of spectacle that would watch the show fifty years later.

These wizards follow traditions and rules unusually.

They respect duel.

When they were on the duel stage, Aglaia and Malfoy fell silent, their faces with deep dignity.

Melos: "Three, two, one, start!"

"Snake Spirit!"

Malfoy waved his wand first.

A large transparent snake suddenly appeared behind Aglaia and bit down.

Aglaia rolled away very swiftly: "Crow storm!"

She opened her arms, and countless crows rolled out of her robes and flew towards Malfoy.

Watching the group of crows fly in, Malfoy sneered, "Are you just capable of it, Drasess?"

After he finished speaking, his eyes were wide and piercing.

A sharp field of mental force crossed.

The flock of crows in the sky suddenly changed directions and flew upside down in the direction of Aglea.

Miranda hugged her arms and said in a little surprise: "The partition technique actually cut off the connection between Aglaia and magic. This guy has something."

Hoffa's expression on the side looked a little more solemn. People who can develop their own spiritual field at this age are not fuel-efficient lamps.

Aglaia didn't seem to have thought of this, and she took a step back in horror. But the crows were so fast that they wrapped Aglaia layer by layer in a blink of an eye, and creaked at her face.

The picture is extremely horrifying.

But in the face of this scene, none of the wizards present had any intention of moving, whether it was Melos, Hoffa, or Miranda. Even Malfoy clenched his wand vigilantly.

Bang!

Aglaia, which was wrapped in crows, disappeared in place.

It's a copying spell, the magic she knew before.

The next second, she appeared less than two meters in front of Malfoy and raised her wand: "Except your weapon!"

Malfoy was prepared for a long time, he immediately backed three steps, and waved his wand like lightning: "Armor for body protection!"

Boom!

An iron armor fell from the sky, erecting a shield to block the curse.

However, Aglaia's curse fell on the iron armor, but there was no reaction at all, and no sound was even made.

Malfoy's face changed, and it turned out to be an illusion again.

The real Aglaia appeared behind Malfoy, and with a look of disgust, she directly blasted a bat spirit curse.

At the moment of the crisis, Malfoy gritted his teeth and calmed down. He turned his head and looked at the tall Slytherin next to Tom Riddle. The tall Slytherin immediately took a step forward and prepared to cast a spell.

But at this moment, as if in slow motion, Malfoy and the Slytherin slowed down at the same time, becoming like people with Alzheimer's.

The tall Slytherin made no response, and Malfoy's expression seemed to freeze.

The bat spirit curse accurately hit Malfoy's body. He hit the ground hard and rolled a few times. There were countless bats hanging on his body. He clutched his chest, stood up angrily, and snarled: "You cheat!"

(Hoffa keenly perceives something wrong, he turns his head and asks Miranda: "You did it?"

Miranda tilted her head, her lips wriggling and said, "Slow rays."

Hoffa raised his eyebrows.

Miranda sighed in a low voice: "She still lacks some experience in magical battles. There is more than one opponent to guard against in the duel.")

Aglaia on the court snorted and pointed to the tall Slytherin: "Who cheated?"

Malfoy glanced at the silent Professor Melrose, turned over and leaped coldly, waving his robe.

"Fuck, how about giving you a point?"

She laughed, the disgust and pride on her face blended harmoniously. "Fuck off, don't be embarrassed here, give you a million gallons and you are a trash!"

Malfoy gritted his teeth, he stared at Tom Riddle behind him, waved angrily, and roared:

"Riddle, come on!"

Tom Riddle didn't have much expression. He turned his head and glanced at Malfoy, then drew out the yew wand, came to the laughing Aglaia, bowed slightly, and then directed the duel to Merlot. Professor Si bowed.

Melos nodded slightly.

And Aglaia was already so proud, she looked at the visitor with her chin open and disdainful: "Is it you, Riddle?"

"Yes, please advise."

Tom Riddle said politely in a low voice.

"Let the horse come here." Aglaia turned his wand around his fingers quite contentedly.

Tom Riddle was no nonsense, and his wand pointed at Aglaia: "Death strikes a needle."

A curse shot out from his wand and turned into dense steel needles as he flew through the air.

With disdain on his face, Aglea stretched out one hand: "Tarico-Skitta."

Appeared with a flamingo shield.

"Sorry." Riddle smiled slightly on the other side of the duel.

The yew wand reversed, and he knelt on one knee. His eyes became pure black in an instant, and he pressed the ground with a grim expression.

At this moment, the weird wave of magic power blows up the hair on the back of Hoffa's head watching.

An invisible black shadow came out from under Riddle's palm, swimming extremely fast and entangling Aglaia's body.

Her complexion changed drastically, her arms softened and the shield disappeared. The whole person seemed to have all the bones removed in an instant, and limp. In the air, the steel needle of the firing needle curse was close at hand.

Miranda was taken aback; "No, curse! Hoffa! Quick!"

Without her reminding, Hoffa disappeared in place at the moment the Aglaia shield disappeared.

Next second.

Boom!

A huge broadsword plunged into the ground, blocking all the firing pins.

The jingle is endless.

The firing pin disappeared, Hoffa drew out the broadsword and turned his head to look.

Aglaia saw Aglaia collapsing on the ground at the moment, pale, gritted his teeth and lips were blue.

"Don't look around," Riddle hissed softly.

"Chained!"

boom! !

Three chains with purple light danced wildly from Riddle's wand, and flew towards Hoffa in a clattering cross.

Hoffa tilted his head slightly, kicked Aglea away, and disappeared in place again.

Three chains hit the ground, piercing the floor, and Riddle retreated.

In the shadows, Hoffa was faster.

He started to transform his life, and when he appeared again, he had already come to Riddle.

The sharp broadsword stayed less than a centimeter in front of his forehead, cutting off several strands of Riddle's hair.

Everyone exclaimed.

Afterwards, the audience fell silent.

Riddle's face was pale and cold, but he was not panicked. He put away his wand and stood with his hands, his face even more sarcasm:

"Transfiguration? Interesting. But, Hoffa, your defenses are so scarce that you can't pronounce a shield spell?"

The people underneath were taken aback. They all began to whisper.

Hoffa had no time to deal with Riddle's sarcasm, the broadsword turned back into a wand, he retreated to Aglaia and squatted down.

I saw that Aglaia's eyes were bloodshot at this moment, she was breathing hard, her body convulsing constantly.

"What did you do to her?" Hoffa asked.

"Why, do I have to explain all the moves to you in the duel, Hoffa Bach?"

Slytherin roared with laughter.

"Quiet." Professor Melos calmed down all laughter.

He walked up to Tom Riddle and looked him up and down with a strange brilliance in his eyes.

"I can't imagine that you have mastered such an obscure and profound curse, you are truly a descendant of Slytherin. But, do you know how to solve the curse? If you can't, I think you might be imprisoned in Azkaban. Up."

"Please see."

Tom smiled slightly, raised his hand, and made a fist with one hand.

A black shadow was stripped away from Aglea, who had collapsed on the ground.

Pointing his decisive wand to the distance, the black shadow immediately wrapped around a potted plant on the window sill of the classroom. The potted plant was quickly sucked up all life and died on the spot, extremely weird.

Aglaia finally slowed down, she collapsed into Hoffa's arms, she was breathing cold, and her breathing gradually calmed down.

Professor Melos slapped his palms, "Very good, so talented. I haven't seen a young man like you in many years."

After speaking, he slowly walked to Hoffa's side with a regretful expression on his face: "The textbook-like reaction speed, good polymorphism, but unfortunately, you violated the rules of the duel."

Melos said regretfully.

"Although you react quickly, this is not a transformation class. In my assessment, only black magic and defense skills are available. Therefore, you failed in this assessment."

After he said this, Aglaia struggled to shake off Hoffa's arm, staggered to his feet, kicked the chair next to him, and stumbled out the door.

Hoffa and Miranda glanced at each other and hurried to catch up.

After a long time, they caught up with Aglaia.

On the corner balcony, she was holding on to the railing, biting her lip, her face full of unwillingness and depression.

Hoffa looked at her like that, knowing that she was almost at the bottom of her life.

He whispered to Miranda: "You shouldn't let me go, if you use the spell, maybe we still have a chance of winning."

Miranda shook his head: "You react faster than me, and I was useless in that situation. When he used the spell, the Slytherin gang had already won."

Hoffa frowned and asked, "What kind of spell is that?"

"His other spells are very common, just general attack spells. But the spells he released for Aglaia..."

Miranda's face was a little pale, her lips were pursed, and she didn't speak.

"Slytherin curse."

It was Aglaia who was talking, and her voice was hoarse.

"The black magic created by the Big Four Salazar Slytherin himself, one of the most powerful curse spells in the legend, can extract the life and magic power of the victim, making the victim so weak that he can't use any magic."

"So strong?"

Hoffa was stunned. The shadow was actually a rare curse spell, or a spell developed by Slytherin himself.

"Then there is no way to crack it?"

"There is almost no solution. Once it is cast, there are only two ways to solve it. One is to replace and use other lives to replace the experience. The second is to kill the caster, not only the caster, but also Destroy the source of the spellcaster's magic power. Otherwise, this magic will follow until the victim becomes weak and dies."

Hoffa was surprised: "Isn't Del here an invincible person?"

"Invincibility is not a good deal." It was Miranda who was speaking, and she sighed, "Any extraordinary magic will have an extraordinary price. Especially the curse magic has strong side effects. It has a strong side effect on life. , The backlash against reason is huge.

According to legend, Salazar Slytherin himself used this magic, gradually fell into madness in his later years, and finally left the school. But these are all legends, and it is not known whether they are true or not. "

After she finished speaking, all three of them fell silent.

After a long time, Aglaia finally recovered a little from the shadow of failure, she curled her lips unwillingly:

"However, I think, at least during this time, the Slytherin classmate Marvolo will have a good time for a while."