Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

On the sea, the speedboat galloped past and quickly approached the huge Scharnhorst battleship in the bottle. In the process, the warship was like a misfire, no longer spitting flames, and there was no such thing as dumping dumplings. Soldiers jumped down continuously.

Ryan and Tom did not encounter any obstacles until they reached the magnificent bottom of the ship.

This sudden atmosphere was like a moment of tranquility before a storm, making Ryan uneasy. Just a few minutes ago, the people on that ship were still on the verge of an enemy, and they wanted to blast them into scum.

But Tom Riddle seemed quite calm. He was standing on the bow of the boat, his hair was hunting as the sea breeze was blowing, and those Muggles were nothing but squirming proteins in his eyes. As long as he showed some magic power, they would be wiped out. .

When there was still a hundred meters away from the battleship, he flicked his wand, and immediately disappeared into place, appearing on the deck that was positioned by his sight.

He was greeted by countless black hole muzzles and thick barrels. The gun barrels on the Scharnhorst battleship turned their heads to face the young man who was about to board the deck.

Tom Riddle didn't panic at all. He looked around, and soon found a man with his head drooping among the neatly arranged, tense-looking soldiers.

He was wearing a black and green military uniform with three gold patterns on his shoulders, which seemed to be the highest grade.

"Hey, are you the Muggle that killed the vampire in the legend?" Tom Riddle asked, standing in front of the front quite casually.

The man slowly raised his head and let Riddle see his face. It was a strange face. Half of his face had deep nasolabial lines, high cheekbones and rigid eyebrows. The complexion was also Resolute tan, and the other half of his face, but weirdly like a girl, with soft skin and sharp silver-white pupils. These very different combinations are put together, making the scalp numb.

"It's me, so to speak, you just killed the soldier guy under my hands on the sea?" the half-male and half-female guy asked rhetorically.

"No...not bad."

Seeing that person's appearance, Riddle took a step back subconsciously. He followed Hogwarts out on missions many times this year, met all kinds of people, and had never seen such a strange person.

At this time, Ryan also apparated from the sea to the deck. When he landed on the ground, he saw the rows of soldiers and the strange-looking man. He took a breath, "Merlin Beard..."

Concentrated, Tom Riddle's face returned to normal, just a strange-looking guy, he didn't care.

On the contrary, it was so many soldiers and this warship hidden in a glass bottle that made him really excited and valued. If he can bring this group of people back to Hogwarts and the wizarding world, then he will be in the whole of Europe. Reputation in wizarding society will rise by more than one level.

"There are so many soldiers hiding in British land. I should say that I am too lucky or you are too unfortunate."

After talking with a smile, he snapped his fingers, and the sea under the battleship suddenly boiled. The black snakes came out of the sea and climbed up the bulkhead. Their numbers are as large as a black and red carpet on the bulkhead of a battleship. The dense hissing noise emitted in the flow makes The gunmen on the battleship stepped back together.

"What kind of magic is this, it looks pretty powerful."

Unlike soldiers, the guys who are neither men nor women do not retreat and praise.

"Do you want to try it, try it and I'll tell you."

Tom Riddle raised an eyebrow and asked.

"I want to try."

The neither man nor woman nodded seriously.

Tom Riddle's expression was stiff, he couldn't think that this guy would play cards so unreasonably, and he said seriously that he wanted to give it a try.

"Huh, pretending to be a fool."

He didn't want to be with the other party's ink, and immediately drew out the yew wand, "Snake chain!"

The group of snakes scattered like a carpet rolled on the deck, intertwined, and soon formed dozens of huge black pythons, and went straight to the soldiers in front.

The intense artillery fire also sounded at the moment Tom Riddle started his hand. All the soldiers fired together. The yellow shrapnel was densely like a laser line, and the steel floor was beaten into a sieve in an instant.

Afterwards, the shells on the gun tower were also firing at the same time, regardless of their own damage. Numerous sharp pits were blown out of the steel deck, and the fiery red color flooded everything that could be seen.

Tom didn't dare to be careless. He stepped back, his wand shrank behind him, his face solemnly raised his hands and arms, and a shield with a snake pattern appeared. At the same time, one of the combined giant snakes crawled out and hovered in Tom. Del Guard is in it. The bullet hit the giant snake, deeply embedded in it, exploding countless blood.

While holding the shield against the Muggle soldier's attack, Tom gave orders to Ryan, who also held the shield next to him: "Hey, Hufflepuff, you go and help me get rid of those Muggle weapons."

"What are you doing!?"

Ryan raised the shield and asked loudly in the gunfire. He was not as powerful as Tom Riddle, and countless cracks appeared on the shield in the blink of an eye.

"I help you attract firepower," Tom said.

"real or fake!?"

"You can't hear me!? Go!"

"Damn it!"

Ryan gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, and the Apparition disappeared in place. At the same time, the Apparition appeared on the turret of the battleship’s turret, and the barrel was tapped with a magic wand. Every time it appeared, one barrel was misfired by magic. They were either frozen or knotted under Transfiguration, and the sound of gunfire blasted from time to time.

Here, Tom held the shield in one hand and waved his magic wand in the other. The giant snakes that fell apart under the gunfire turned into smoke and disappeared, and the black air lingered in the corner of the battleship. Drilled into the facial features and seven orifices of all the soldiers. Every time a soldier is possessed by black energy, he will convulsively fall, and at the same time recover howling in the artillery fire, and spit out the snakes.

The battle fell into a scorching stalemate, and after an unknown amount of time, the artillery ceased.

Machine guns, ammunition, shells, and soldier corpses were everywhere on a devilish deck, and thick smoke rose from the deck.

Tom Riddle put down his wand panting, looked at the only guy who was still standing there and said, "Now, it's your turn."

The extremely chaotic scene just now did not cause much harm to the boy and girl. He stood still and clapped his hands. He looked at Tom with admiration: "It's really good. With time, you will be extremely high. I’m not sure about his achievements."

"You want to make irresponsible remarks to me!?"

Before taking a breath, Tom turned his wand upside down and assumed a strange posture. His eyes became pitch black, and a black air hovered out from under him. He was extremely concealed and quickly climbed up to the opponent. body of.

The weird person entangled in black energy withers, turns black, becomes shorter, and grows old at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the end, he couldn't stand and fell to the ground.

"Slytherin curse!"

After casting the spell, Tom Riddle sneered: "Let you die under this kind of magic. For a Muggle, I respect you enough."

The boy and girl fell to his knees with a plop, glanced at his black palm, and nodded. "Really...really, it's beyond my expectation. Magic, it's really interesting."

"Don't speak big words." Tom was extremely disgusted by the weird calm appearance. He said: "With my magic, you won't be able to stand up in your life..."

After he finished speaking, the skinny old man who fell on the ground stood trembling from the ground, his body swelled, whitened, and grew like a balloon again, until it returned to normal.

And the Slytherin curse, circling back from his body, returned to Tom Riddle's body from the ground, as if someone had poured back a basin of splashed water.

Looking at the black energy returning to his body in amazement, Tom was stunned. He didn't think about what was going on for a while. He took a step back, a trace of panic flashed across his face, but soon the panic was replaced by a fierce panic. He raised his palms and closed his palms. The veins on his forehead and neck violently violently, and his mouth hissed: "Snake !!!"

Accompanied by his spell, the fallen soldier's body suddenly twitched uncontrollably, and every group of their muscle fibers was stripped from the body and turned into black snakes.

They intertwined with each other to form a big net, and smashed down with the momentum of Mount Tai. It submerged the strange man like a flat sea wave. The snake swarms rolled. After less than three breaths, the strange man's body was completely swallowed by the snakes into a skeleton. A bit of meat is useless.

After doing all this, Tom was panting, and the hand holding the wand was trembling. This high-intensity large-scale killing magic seemed to burden him quite a lot, but he was relaxed when he looked at the weird man who was swallowed by the snakes and turned into bones. Tone.

At this time, Ryan, who destroyed the turret, also came back. Tom spit in disdain, turned his head and said to Ryan: "I see, I have this kind of magic.

Ryan pointed at his back with a horrible expression on his face, "No, look!"

A faint premonition rose up, and Tom Riddle turned around abruptly, only to find that the gnawed bones on the ground were pieced together little by little. And the black snakes under his control, like regurgitating, spit out the flesh and blood they just gnawed down.

I saw those snakes spit out the meat residue from their mouths, each snake spit out a little, some spit out intestines, some spit out eyes, those thousands of them spit out a large lump, and every piece of meat that was spit out was actually being spit out. The bite down position.

After vomiting, the snakes hovered back in a very strange posture, like a movie rewinding, and returned to Tom Riddle.

Finally, the boy and girl stood in front of them again, looked at the back of his hand, unscathed.

This picture made Tom's mouth wide open, almost three eggs can be inserted into it, and his chin almost fell to the ground. He has never seen such a strange scene in the magical world for so many years.

Just listen to the guy sighed: "Any other new tricks? To be honest, I'm a little tired of seeing it."

"What are you kidding?!?"

In Tom Riddle’s roar, snakes entangled in every corner of the steel building like a spider web. The weird man was submerged in the tumbling snakes, clinging to the wall, and the air was disgusting. The **** breath. Even Ryan was under the turbulent knee-length snakes, rolled to the ground, and was overwhelmed by the snakes.

But the weirdo disappeared out of thin air.

Another eccentric appeared behind Tom Riddle, pressing his head mercilessly, and pressing Tom Riddle's neck heavily against the steel spikes exploded by the cannonball.

boom! !

Tom Riddle stretched out his hand and slammed the strange man behind him, but the strange man disappeared again. He hit the steel bulkhead with all his strength and only heard a click, he directly interrupted his hands. Looking back again, the weirdo appeared from the other side of him. He grabbed Tom's wand in one hand, drew it, and threw his wand far away, and then reluctantly pressed Tom's head against the spike.

"You are not...you are not...what...what Muggle!"

With his head held down, Tom looked at the weird man, squeezing a few words from his teeth hoarsely.

"Maybe, I'm close to the gods."

He whispered: "Immortal and immortal, completely self."

With pressure on his hands, Tom's face was again close to the sharp bulge on the deck, and the distance between his eyes and the spikes was less than two centimeters.

In the moment of life and death, Ryan's in the distance finally struggled to crawl out of the snakes. He saw Tom being pressed on the spikes and shouted: "Hey, let him go."

As he said, he raised his wand and shouted, "All petrified!"

The cyan spell shot out, hitting the weird guy who was holding Tom tightly, making his body slightly stiff.

The restrained Tom was angry and attacked. He was spit on the deck and yelled out: "Use your mother's petrification curse! Killing curse! Killing curse! Ava Dasso is in grade six or seven. It's not dead yet, what are you doing!?"

However, the weird who was hit by the petrification curse really stopped moving. Tom's neck stopped just a few centimeters away from the sharp bulge on the ground, and stopped moving.

Tom could almost see the sharp steel bars less than two millimeters from his eyes. Suddenly, the pinched Tom Riddle fell to the ground, and the man stumbled back several steps for some reason. After taking his life, Tom took the opportunity to step on the ground continuously, retreating continuously on the ground, and stopped ten meters away before stopping, staring in horror at the strange man in the distance.

I saw him standing in place, looking at the height of the gun tower of the battleship Scharnhorst, twitching twice, with a slightly confused expression on his expression.

After that, he immediately disappeared in place, leaving only the corpses of the soldiers in one place, and Tom Ryan who was in a panic.

For a long time, neither Tom nor Ryan moved. They were petrified. Two minutes later, the weird man did not come back.

After the strange man left, Ryan in the distance also recovered. Seeing Riddle fell to the ground with serious injuries, he quickly tore off a piece of his clothes and wanted to go forward to bandage his wound.

At this time, Tom moved. He touched the wound on his face with one arm and looked at the blood on his palm. The expression on his face changed rapidly, sometimes shameful, sometimes confused, sometimes excited, and sometimes eager. In the end, he sat on the spot completely ignoring the pain, bit his finger tightly, and fell into contemplation.

"Immortal...Immortal...I really won't die! There is such power in this world!?"

Then he thought of something, took out a green sprout from his chest, thoughtfully: "No wonder that guy Bach wants to ask me what black mistletoe is, that's how it is..."

He looked at Ryan, who was helping him to bandage his wounds. A slight hesitation flashed across his face, but that hesitation was quickly replaced by greed. It was the power of immortality that he had never seen before. Even if he gave everything, he would get it. That magical power.

"Ryan."

He shouted.

"what's happenin?"

Ryan, who was fixing his broken arm, suddenly felt cold all over his body. He looked up and saw that the prefect of Slytherin was looking at him with an unprecedented look. His face was as pale as he had been severely injured. Paper, but the whites of his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes. He breathed slightly trembling, as if trying to suppress his desire.

"Ryan."

He yelled again, this time in a softer voice, but Ryan couldn't help taking a step back, his eyes were too shocking.

Tom never licked his lips. "I'm sorry, I killed these Muggle soldiers."

"Right... and then?"

"I have to beat him, that guy, think about it, if a Muggle has that kind of power, what a threat to our wizarding society..."

As he reached out and pressed Ryan's shoulder, Ryan's gaze shifted to the green twig in his hand, like a falling ice cellar.

Suddenly, he loosened the gauze, raised his hand to open the palm of his shoulder, and ran forward without turning his head back.

Riddle was photographed on the wall, he smiled, his long tongue licked his lips, his eyes became very decisive, he picked up the yew wand lost in the battle, clutched his broken arm, and quickly chased after him. Go up.