Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

The owner who recognized the voice, Hoffa was startled, and quickly backed away and let go of Miranda's shoulders.

I saw Miranda's face split in two on the narrow stairs. Half pained and sad, half cold and dark.

Then, like brushed cheese, her cold half twisted and struggled crazily, and finally split into another face. The head of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy stood on her neck, and Miranda had two heads on her shoulders, which looked terrifying.

It was not over yet. After the head appeared, another hand was extended, and that hand protruded from Miranda's shoulder, as if a butterfly crawled out of a cicada pupa.

The paradox of this picture is simply unimaginable.

Then, the little boy abruptly crawled out of Miranda's shoulders. He was only twelve or thirteen years old. He was surrounded by black air, but his eyes were firm and his expression was cold.

But Miranda's face was pale, she was holding the magic wand in one hand and pulling the little boy abruptly with the other to prevent him from leaving her body. Sweating profusely all over.

The little boy who crawled out was very familiar with Hoffa.

"Miller!" He called the boy's name, and he still remembered Miller's help fifty years later.

But Miller turned his head fiercely, and roared a word: "Get out!"

It was so disgusting, as if Hannibal saw Scipio, every cell on his face was filled with disgust.

"Where are you going!?" Miranda said painfully: "You come back to me, don't be so capricious!"

"I'm self-willed?" The little boy snarled and resisted. "Let go of me, I've had enough!" Miller pointed to Hoffa: "I want to separate, I want to separate, I don't care who you do with me, don't Use my body! It's disgusting!!!"

Hoffa recalled that Miller at this time was not the one in fifty years, and he had no memory of taking risks with him. And what Miranda did with him that night, I'm afraid Miller also experienced it, if he thinks he is a male.

Then that night... Hoffa's face suddenly looked ugly.

No wonder he wants to split up.

"This is my body, and I am the master." Miranda grabbed him tightly, not letting him leave.

"I have also stayed here for more than ten years. Why are you the master?" Miller roared fiercely, "I will never follow this guy to death, and I will never allow you to blaspheme my body! Come to the fight to the death. Sister, who wins, who controls this body!"

"Don't be delusional! Bastard!" Miranda cursed painfully: "I know everything you know, and you can't beat me!"

"Is it okay? I'll know after playing!"

Miller roared like a giant bear and struck Miranda with a condescending punch. Miranda took Miller's arm and hit Miller's chin with an uppercut mercilessly.

"You hit me, you really hit me! I did it with you!"

Miller cried furiously and yelled, "Break your heart!"

Miranda waved his wand: "Anti-curse shield!"

The red light flashed, and the spell was bounced back. Unexpectedly, Miller also supported the anti-magic shield, so the spell bounced between them, and the two of them were tearing each other’s hair. There was no mastery. There was a scuffle on the narrow spiral staircase.

Hoffa was stunned, seeing the siblings fighting together like this, and they might fall into the abyss at any time.

He subconsciously wanted to persuade him. But as soon as he took a step forward, the two fighting men turned their heads together.

Miranda: "Go!"

Miller: "Fuck off!"

Miranda: "We don't care about you!"

Miller: "Do your own job! It's disgusting to see you, stupid!"

Although the words are different, the meanings are similar.

Hoffa pointed at Miller, gave him a threatening look, and turned around without looking back. As soon as he turned around, the energy of the swaying spell came from behind him. He gritted his teeth and did not turn around to look back, but resolutely rushed to the highest point of the tower.

There, there is his last opponent.

The three partners left Hoffa one after another, and he couldn't help it. But to be honest, he also relaxed a lot.

If Silby wants the king against the king and will solve the problem with the general, then why is he not so eager, with the power of time, he does not think that the cursed Silby will be his opponent.

The stairs that go up all the way seem to be endless, like the Tower of Babel in the biblical mythology, the building rejected by God.

I don't know how Silby built such a tower to the sky. When he climbed to a height of about five kilometers, the stairs completely disappeared. Only a few small bumps and nicks are left on the tower column.

The oxygen here gradually became thinner, so thin that Hoffa didn't even dare to turn into a thunderbird to fly upwards. He grabbed the groove on the tower wall and climbed up a bit. The wind whistling in my ears, there is nothing around me. He must put all his attention at hand to prevent accidental fall.

In this concentration, that has been permeating his heart, and the noisy sound he heard due to the flow curse finally disappeared.

He started continuously upwards, six kilometers, seven kilometers, eight kilometers, nine kilometers, ten thousand meters, and finally, at the moment when ice ridges hung all over his body and he could barely breathe, he finally touched this. The top of a towering tower.

It was a platform like a giant lotus, standing on top of tiny vines, and it was extremely dreamy. He was like a spiderman, clasping the edge of the platform and leaning on his back at an altitude of tens of thousands of meters, and finally stood on the platform.

And he finally saw the last opponent, the guy in the wheelchair. It is a man, a woman, a genius, a madman, a wizard, and a king.

Last time on the island of the lake at Hogwarts, Silby had thousands of structures and tens of thousands of books on forbidden magic. But this time he has nothing but a wheelchair.

The wheelchair was carrying him and turned slowly. The guy in the wheelchair was wrapped in a gray cloth blanket and could not move as he had seen him for the first time.

The difference is that last time he occupied the body of a teenager, this time he occupied the body of a young woman.

Delfina's body has been cursed for a long time, I'm afraid it is almost reaching the expiration date, she is skinny and there is not much life under it. On her knees, there was a rough wooden stick, which was Hoffa's wand.

Hoffa patted the ice residue on his body and said. He has been looking forward to seeing Silby, in which there will inevitably be anxiety, expectation, and irritability, but when he really comes to him, he calms down: "You are very difficult to find here."

"You found the wrong place. Osivia is smarter than you at this point. She thought of my hometown for the first time." The guy in the wheelchair tremblingly raised an arm and pointed to the distant horizon: "Look, isn't it beautiful?"

Hoffa glanced at the horizon, the sunrise was rising, and the sea was half red and half blue, which was indeed beautiful. But he cared more about Silby's arm raised from under the cloak. His body can move!

"Did you lift the curse?" Hoffa asked.

"No, otherwise I wouldn't be in a wheelchair." Silby's arm drooped weakly and fell to his side. "In fact, every body has different resistance, some are weak and some are strong. This is luck. Not bad, one hand can move."

Hoffa: "I thought you would lift the curse."

Silby in the wheelchair shook his head, "It's no longer necessary. Since I played against you, I have found a better way to achieve my dream."

A violent wind blew through them. Under the tens of thousands-meter-high platform, you could see the vast Atlantic Ocean and the European continent. Hoffa looked around and asked, "How did you build this tower?"

"By controlling those sleepwalkers, if people all over the world are willing to help you, you can even build this tower on the moon." Silby said casually: "But considering that you are coming, so I will It’s been repaired so high, otherwise it could be higher."

He probably hadn't spoken to anyone for a long time and seemed to talk a lot, but Hoffa didn't want to listen to Silby's chatter, he asked, "Are there anyone else here?"

"No, there are only you and me here." Silby said.

"Then you will definitely lose," Hoffa said, and he strode towards Silby. When the old days are over, he should make a move.

"Since I must die today, as my mourner, do you want to hear my last wish, as..." Silby grinned slowly and smiled: "Respect for the opponent ."

"I don't want to." Hoffa said, without stopping under his feet.

The paralyzed Silby was unmoved, he calmly said: "You asked me in your dreams if I am lonely. I think this sentence has some self-questioning elements in it."

Hoffa paused, and then he continued to walk: "It has nothing to do with you."

Silby said: "No one in the world knows you better than I, Hoffa. After a person has no opponents, he no longer feels fulfilled. Dumbledore can’t give you this fulfillment, Grindel. Wo can't give it to you, none of your little girlfriends can give it to you, only I can give it to you."

Hoffa didn't stop at all, but went faster and faster, until he strode forward to Silby and looked at him condescendingly: "Have you ever heard a sentence, a joke, that made the villain die because of a lot of talk." "

Silby smiled, and then recovered his expressionless face, "You really know how to make a joke. I have been sitting here for almost two years. I don't mind sitting here for a while. I think you've been away for a long time, don't mind. Take a few more steps."

Hoffa stretched out his palm and rested it on Silby's neck. With a slight pull, Silby was lifted from the gray cloth. The wand on his knee also rolled to the ground grunting.

Under the grey cloth, he was skinny and hung in the air, shaking. This time, there was no mechanical structure on his body to help him walk. Only skinny chest and limbs. It was as light as a doll, and Hoffa could shred him in one second as long as he wanted to, even without the use of time.

Such an undefended appearance made Hoffa feel that something was wrong. After fighting against the man in front of him several times, he looked at Zhuge Liang's empty city like Sima Yi, instinctively suspecting that there was fraud.

Silby was not afraid, and said indifferently: "Kill me, you can't get anything. You should know what happens to those who are dreaming outside, who are out of dreams, they will die. They will be unbearable to bear the reality. To die rough, only I can wake them up unharmed."

Hoffa's palm trembled. If the price of killing Silby was to kill 99% of the world's people at the same time, he was unwilling.

Silby added: "To you, the world is like a spider silk 10,000 meters high in the sky. The end of the spider silk leads to your dream life, but it is a pity that you have to achieve that. There are too many conditions for consummation. Obviously, killing me directly is not one of them."

His words sounded complicated, but Hoffa trembled. He realized that the complexity of the world line surpassed his imagination. If he wanted to return to the normal course of history, he would not be able to make any changes in the world, even To return to the level before the dream, it is possible to return to 50 years later. If it changes at will, the butterfly effect may break the fragile world line back and achieve another result.

If he doesn't want to break the jar, he must compromise with Sylby, again.

As a result, Silby, who was lifted, fell back into the wheelchair.

Hoffa chose to negotiate: "Even if I don't kill you, how long can you support under this curse? Does the Spencer family have other descendants for you to consume?"

"No, this girl is the last one." Silby said.

"Isn't it good for me to end your pain?" Hoffa was tempted. "You won't feel pain. For a moment, if you can't even react to it, you can be free from the curse."

"What's the point?"

Silby was motionless, staring straight at him: "From birth to death, what did I do to create a magic school and then blow it up? No, no, that's too mediocre."

He sneered: "A meaningless person, a meaningless story, dull like a stinking ditch, no inner waves, no external changes, nothing changed, it is disgusting."

He looked at Silby's eyes. Although they were fading, the purity in those eyes was almost dazzling. He understands that death can never make him succumb.

"What do you want?" Hoffa asked sincerely this time, "Can't you tell me?"

"Aha, now we can finally chat. But since you ask this to this, it is a very long story."

Silby looked up at the sky and murmured, "By the way, do you know why Slytherin would curse me?"

Hoffa: "For the Forbidden Art Library?"

"There are reasons for this, but not all." Silby said with a smile: "In fact, before we established Hogwarts, some interesting things happened.

That was more than a thousand years ago. That night, the church that was my biggest opponent collapsed in the cold night. And that night, the enlightenment I got was far more than any moment I went..."

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