Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

The explosion lasted for nearly half a minute.

But for Hoffa at the center of the explosion, he felt that it had been ten years.

Finally, the red light gradually disappeared and the explosion subsided.

The light gradually extinguished, and he floated in the air. There was no blood on the whole body, and it was desolate to see.

The entire periphery of Hogwarts turned into a piece of scorched earth, and the flames burned on the ground, but did not show the slightest luster. The flames were completely replaced by the gloomy black wind, and they could only be seen in the air.

He stared at the moon in the sky blankly, his face was bloodless, his heartbeat was weak, and his ears were briefly deaf.

He lost his activated state, lost his body shape, and his hair turned gray, exactly as gray as Silby. All the thighs and arms are exposed, and the body is full of holes. He completely changed back to an ordinary wizard.

After that, he exhaled, head down, and slowly fell from the sky, speeding up gradually.

Seeing the thin figure falling from the sky, Osivia rushed out recklessly, but she was as fast as lightning when she injured her leg.

This action was like the fuse of igniting explosives, and all the teachers and students rushed towards the falling black shadow.

A second before falling to the ground, Osivia hugged Hoffa, turned over, and blocked the impact of the fall with his body. She hugged Hoffa tightly, as if afraid that he would melt away when she let go.

Hoffa lost all his power, and the endless white space washed Hoffa's spirit, trying to overwhelm him. flesh

Every inch of tearing pain made him unable to stand. His brain had lost most of its perception at this moment, and his eyes were full of inexplicable pale snowflakes.

Are you going to fall down?

Do you want to coma?

Want to be blank?

But after a few convulsions, he abruptly stopped this weakness, and forcibly relied on a spirit to stand up, because now is not the time to care about this.

When things have developed to this point, he already has a general understanding of Silby's plan. This guy will never do something for no reason.

He struggled to push Osivia away and stood up, trembling in a very low voice, gritted his teeth and said, "Don't... leave me alone, the Hogwarts Orb... Where is the Hogwarts Orb?"

Osivia was agitated, and immediately stood up and started checking around.

But she couldn't find it, she even used the Flying Curse, but it didn't work.

Hoffa leaned on the wall and fumbled around, trying to find the orb that gave him magic power. However, after searching for a long time, it disappeared without a trace.

Afterwards, a faint chuckle drove him directly into the abyss.

"Hey, brother, what are you looking for?"

His heart fell to the bottom, and he looked up again, and saw the legless Silby lying in the flames of the explosion in the distance. He could hardly see too many colors, but he could vaguely distinguish the man.

The explosion just brought him a great deal of damage, and he was also terrible at the moment, his whole body was extremely broken, his upper body only had a manipulator, and the flesh and blood on his face had been burned with only one eye.

Most of the skull is bare on his head, without a single hair, pink brains can be seen in the skull.

But this is the case, but he still pulled the stone on the ground with one hand, dragging his broken body, crawling hard, and chuckles:

"It's meaningless. The essence of life is conflict. Without conflict, more and more people will live indifferently, those worthless wastes, sheep, parrots, and rubbish."

With a strong arm, he crawled out of the flames and approached Hoffa little by little.

"Do you think that if you protect them, they will be grateful to you and make changes? No, those people will only enjoy it all with peace of mind. They will still run away, will succumb to instinct, and will continue to be under your wings. Living with half-hearted numbness, once you make a little mistake, they will deprive you alive."

Looking at the man crawling on the ground, Hoffa supported the wall and stood up a little bit, panting:

"You...you said so many fallacies, thinking that you can wrap up your crazy purpose in a high-sounding voice?"

"Huh, hum." Silby sneered and whispered, dragging the remnant with one hand: "What about a good-sounding, nasty and dark, the goal is only the goal. There is no good or bad, only success or failure."

Osivia stopped Hoffa in front of him, raised his wand, and pointed it at Silby who was crawling: "You have already lost, and everyone will come soon."

Silby glanced at her, grinned, and showed a toothless smile: "Then kill me, they are here, you have no chance. Don't you always want to find me revenge? I can now Without the ability to resist, kill me."

Osivia's wand trembled.

Silby crawled, disdainfully said: "Kill me, hurry up."

Osivia said with difficulty: "You...don't think about it, don't want to escape from all this, I won't kill you. I'll hand you over to Wisengamo to be tried, let everyone know your crimes, and you never Want to use anger and hatred to control me."

"Why, are you trying to protect this school too?"

Silby retracted his gaze and looked at Hoffa with interest. With one hand, he crawled towards Hoffa with a little determination.

"My God, brother, have you changed her? It's interesting, tell me how you tame an angry beast into a domestic pet."

"Enough!" Osivia snapped.

"That's enough." Silby propped up his upper body with one arm, "witness this moment."

As he said, he stopped more than five meters away from the two of them, his chest suddenly opened, and among the black mechanical ribs, Silby took the orb out of his chest with one hand.

It turns out that he hid the Hogwarts Orb inside himself.

It's just that the Hogwarts Orb in his hand at this moment is as dim as dust, no different from an abandoned light bulb that has been fragile over the years.

He stared firmly at Hoffa behind Osivia, his voice whispered like a demon: "

"Everything is in my plan. The magic of the four founders has been exhausted by you. As you can see, I won."

Hoffa and Osivia rushed out at the same time.

Silby smiled slightly, and he pushed hard with one hand, and his black palm crackled the Hogwarts Orb to pieces. Fragments of the dimly shiny orb fell from the air little by little.

At the moment he was holding the broken orb, Dumbledore and the other deans also rushed to the scene, and they all raised their wands directly.

A golden light as thick as Hoffa's waist flashed by, almost blinding her eyes, and Silby's upper body, who had crushed the Hogwarts Orb, vaporized directly.

boom!

Along with the crystal clear debris, a black mechanical arm fell to the ground. After a purple arc flashed on its surface, the light disappeared and it became a dead object.

That was the last part of Silby.

Osivia looked at Dumbledore in amazement, but Dumbledore did not look at her, but at the sky.

The silence after the madness swept around, and there was only a black wind that seemed to never stop. The night was so dignified that it made people unable to breathe, as if even the oxygen in the air was struggling to escape from here.

died?

Hoffa turned his head and saw the large group of teachers and Aurors standing behind him, leaving them with solemn expressions on their faces.

Dumbledore was holding his wand, his auburn beard trembling. The blue eyes sometimes look to the left and sometimes to the right.

The Minister of Magic and the Aurors he brought with him also raised their wands and moved slowly on the ground.

......

......

The silence lasted for about ten seconds, and then Hoffa felt his mental field suddenly compressed to the extreme.

"huh huh huh huh......"

At this moment, the low laughter, like a cold wind, echoed on the ruins. The laughter lasted for a long time, but there was nothing after that. When the last echo disappeared, the ruins Silence was restored again.

Everyone looked at each other, and Hoffa's hair on his body stood up, weak and unable to control it.

Suddenly, the black mist was rolled up by the strong wind, and a cloud of smoke drifted in the sky, and the low laughter gradually became pleasant, and finally became incomparable.

"Hahahahahahahahahahaha~"

"become free!"

"become free!!"

"become free!!!"

"I am back!!!!"

The laughter implies indulgence, relief, but at the same time an inexplicable bitterness. In the indescribable laughter, the black mist gradually hovered and descended, suddenly fell to the ground, gathered together, and violently formed a black figure. He was vague at first, then gradually became clearer.

He walked out of the black mist a little bit, his figure is beautifully proportioned, he is 1.8 meters tall, has neat gray hair, straight features, and his skin is as tender as a baby.

He stood naked in front of all Hogwarts teachers and students, opened his arms and laughed.

Wanton to the extreme.

Also crazy to the extreme.

The next second, Dumbledore and the other Aurors shook their wands again, and several golden lights hit him in the chest. But it failed to destroy him like last time.

"too weak."

The man put up a finger at random, and a thin shield with extremely condensed fingertips accurately blocked the golden light. He flicked his fingers, and bounced them all back like booger.

A few Aurors couldn't dodge, they were pierced by their own magic, flew more than ten meters, and fell to the ground. The Minister of Magic shrank and hid in the corner in horror.

Dumbledore waved his magic wand, and countless smoke billowed. Trying to cover everyone behind him.

Silby tilted his head, smiled and raised his five fingers into claws, aiming at Dumbledore.

A giant green shadow with a sickle suddenly appeared behind Dumbledore, severely chopped down!

At this moment, Dumbledore's eyes widened and his pupils shrank to the extreme. Numerous defensive magic and enchantments quickly appeared behind him, but the illusory sickle was completely unstoppable. Dumbledore gritted his teeth and split his body into two. The illusion stood in place, being cut in two by one blow.

The deity rolled on the spot, evading the almost fatal blow in embarrassment, and he stared at the opponent with extreme vigilance.

After finishing one move, Silby didn't look at him. He silently watched the towering Hogwarts Castle in the night. The expression gradually changed from pleasure to pain: "For a thousand years, curse me for a thousand years, how dare you..."

After speaking, he opened his mouth, spit out Hoffa's wand, and waved his hand.

The huge fire dragon sprayed out from the magic wand like a cannonball, directly hitting the astronomical tower in the distance in half, and amidst the splash of rubble, the towering top of the tower fell from the sky.

The crowd exclaimed like a tsunami.

Silby leaped high, his magic surged, and he flew high in the air. Looking at the towering Hogwarts Castle, the expression on his face was almost hideous in pain.

"Hiding in the shadows, unwilling to face his own strength, Sora has the ability but never shoulders the responsibility!!"

He circled and flew to a high place, open his mouth and roared: "Echoes from the prairie fire!"

With his roar, countless towers were hit by hot sound waves, and the bricks and stones were shattered. The entire school seemed to be concentrated by a Category 18 hurricane, but the hurricane was so hot that people could not breathe.

Rubble flew across, walls collapsed, and ghosts fled in terror in the air.

The blow succeeded, but Silby didn't mean any relief, and the expression on his face became more painful.

"It was like this a thousand years ago, and it will still be the same after a thousand years. It hasn't changed at all, disappointed, too disappointed, too disappointed!

He hugged his head and snarled desperately.

"This is not the school I want, no!! You idiots, you hide in Tibet all day long, lingering on the glory of the past, doing nothing!!"

After speaking, he opened his arms, looked straight at the sky, and roared: "Evil Spirit Elegy!!"

Countless black and red evil spirits rushed out of him. With Silby as the center of the circle, countless buildings fell suddenly, and there was no grass around him. He was completely unstoppable.

"Betrayal, conservative, short-sighted!!" He flew higher and higher, and the magic fluctuations in the air became more intense.

"Liquid fire!"

He completely turned into flames and rushed down from high altitude.

boom! !

Like a meteor hitting the ground.

The shock wave made people almost unable to open their eyes. Within 500 meters, there were cobweb-like cracks, the ground lava was vertical and horizontal, the tower fell down like a domino, and half of Hogwarts was destroyed by him.

Immediately, he climbed up from the ground and walked towards the crowd like a drunk man, walking towards the crowd like a drunk man: "This is not the school I want, this is not the current situation I want to see... .Not..."

The huge magic pressure made it almost impossible to stand, and Dumbledore, the other professors and the Auror got up one after another, reluctantly blocking him in front.

"The sheep cultivated by the four incomplete wizards are also trying to stop me?"

After speaking, he raised his hand with a wave.

"Blood is super!"

A huge blood eye pattern appeared on the entire ground, and the blood eye covered everyone. It was an unknown ancient sacrificial array.

The magic circle spread rapidly.

Under the fluctuation of the ancient magical aura, the students encircled by the magic circle fell one after another. They opened their mouths, their faces were pale, and their expressions were indescribably painful.

Hoffa didn't know what the shocking thing was at his feet, but he knew that it was definitely not a trick.

In the distance, Osivia hugged Hoffa tightly, and said with a trembling voice: "Go, follow me."

Hoffa didn't say a word, he looked up at the wanton destruction of Silby, his body was unconscious, but his mind became more and more calm, only calm, only calm.

Now is not the time to fall, the opponent has recovered his magic power and is in a state of excitement and madness.

He looked at his magic watch.

The magic power has been exhausted, and the horrifying shield curse before has exhausted the magic power of all the four founders, as well as the last trace of energy.

I now lose my magic power, lose my magic wand, and have nothing.

Is it desperate?

maybe!

Maybe it must be.

But he didn't want to give up.

He pushed Osivia away and struggled to get up from the ground. He still couldn't fall down. Everything that happened this semester flowed through his mind like water.

Hoffa closed his eyes, his thoughts turned.

There must be some way.

There must be some way!

He is so powerful, what exactly are the four founders...?

Wait, at this moment, a small possibility suddenly broke into my mind.

Hoffa's eyes widened, "No, there is still a chance!"

A power flowed from the depths of his soul, supporting him who was completely exhausted and stood up again.

His muscles trembled and all the cells in his body were wailing, but he just stood up reluctantly.

He took a deep breath and suppressed all the pain, his eyes firm as iron.

The limit has always been used to break through.

Hoffa pushed everyone around him, rushed into the crowd of Slytherins, turned a few people, and quickly found the black-haired boy, a tall and handsome boy.

At this moment, his face was as pale as paper, his eyes were staring at the wanton, terrifying and mad man, and his body trembled.

Hoffa put a palm on Riddle's shoulder: "Hey, can you still move?"

Riddle looked at the ruined school, and murmured as if his soul was halfway out of his body: "What kind of magic is this, what kind of magic is this...?"

Snapped! !

Hoffa slapped Riddle back to his senses.

"You hit me?"

"Can you still move?"

Riddle nodded, his expression even dull.

"Curse him!"

Hoffa pointed to the devastating Silby and said decisively.

Tom Riddle is still in a state of loss.

Snapped!

Hoffa gripped Tom Riddle's collar tightly: "This school is still not your home? Curse him if you want to keep this school!"

"Curse him..."

Riddle finally recovered and grabbed Hoffa's ragged collar: "Are you dreaming?"

He pointed to the man: "Look at his defenses, look at his mental field! Any magic that gets close to him within ten meters will get out of control, cut into pieces! What do I curse?"

Hoffa turned his head and saw that Tom Riddle made sense. Indeed, Silby's mental field was too strong. It is so powerful that it almost compresses the mental field of other people to the limit.

The colorful spells cast by those teachers and Aurors were disintegrated by him before they approached him.

Within the scope of his perception, any magic may be cut off from the caster, resulting in loss of control.

With Tom Riddle's current strength of mental force field, even if the curse technique is estimated to be detected by him before he gets close, it will definitely not work to curse him directly.

Seeing that more and more students are falling down under the blood giant eyes.

Hoffa closed his eyes, his brain turned like lightning, and then suddenly opened, looking at Riddle and said:

"Curse me!"