Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

The **** night caused a large-scale panic in Pandora City. Many people noticed the death and disappearance of people by the sea, as well as more than a dozen unowned African elephants that emerged out of thin air. The high level of Pandora City sent a large number of garrison wizards to search for the murderer. , But how could Slytherin be so easy to be spotted, he used a little magic to hide from those mediocre guarding wizards.

Not only that, after winning a lot of treasure from the foreigners, Salazar Slytherin quickly began to recruit troops and set up an anti-Gryffindor organization.

The reason he used is very simple, that is, when Gryffindor is there, other people will not have a chance to win the queen. In that case, it is better to kill him first.

His reasons attracted the approval of many wizards, and the organization quickly grew.

For a long time since then, Silby did not do anything out of the ordinary. He resumed his life in the belly of a snake, took care of Slytherin’s daily life, and maintained the operation of the newly formed anti-Gryffindor organization. Become very busy.

However, as the organization became larger and the number of personnel increased, Slytherin paid less attention to Silby. His daily focus was on socializing with others and secret meetings, and he rarely had time to look for it. Silby's stubble.

This gave him an opportunity. After a secret meeting between Slytherin and his new allies, he sneaked out under the pretext of purchasing and ran to the magic library in the center of Pandora.

Here, his talent has been released to the greatest extent, even for two hours a day, it allows him to quickly and systematically master the basic theories of magic, and learn a series of simple basic spells.

Those things that Slytherin hadn't told him, he got a lot of supplements in the library.

As the spells of life became more adept, he would use the spells he developed every day to help Slytherin deal with most of the chores, and he had more and more free time and more time for him.

Under such a virtuous circle, he only spent a month to finish reading nearly half of the books in the entire Pandora Library.

But at this time, a more severe challenge lay in front of Silby. He did not find any offensive and defensive spells in the Pandora Library. After a little inquiries, he knew that those profound and powerful spells or magic were controlled by those ancient big families or organizations with a long history, almost There is no leakage.

This is a bit unacceptable for Silby. Without these magics, it means that he cannot obtain strong combat power, cannot obtain combat power, and he cannot get rid of Slytherin's control, thereby regaining freedom, and even unable to climb to his heart. The desired height.

Unable to do anything, he fell into another predicament. However, he has no other extra options for the time being. He can only continue to work and spare time to go to the library in his spare time, hoping to find an opportunity to break the deadlock.

As time went by for another month, Pandora went from summer to autumn, and the weather became dry.

That day, as usual, he came to Pandora's Magic Library after Slytherin had a close conversation with his allies, and found a large group of people around the door.

Silby glanced as he passed by.

In the crowd, a bald old man with a white beard, dressed in a pleated wizard's robe, dressed like Aristotle, stood awkwardly in front of a heavy black iron block, holding his arms. The soles of the feet happily touch the ground.

"Hurry up, Baru Feo, let us take a look at your floating spell." The onlookers shouted impatiently.

The old wizard named Barufio shook his head with a reserved look, and coughed: "No hurry, no hurry."

Silby's ears moved and his eyes were drawn to him.

In the library, wizards often gather to discuss some messy issues, and often develop some spells that have never been before, which can be regarded as academic research.

Silby knows that there are such a group of people, but has never participated in their seminars. On the one hand, the work arranged by Slytherin is too busy, and he has very little time at his disposal. All must be devoted to study, not experimentation. Wrong.

On the other hand, he feels that these old scholars always have some eyes above the top. They use their nostrils to see people. He has a strong sense of intellectual superiority. He has to pretend to ask questions and quote the classics for a long time, so he is too lazy to deal with these people. .

However, some people actually said that a floating spell had been developed, which made Silby a little interested. He stood still on the spot, folded his arms, and wanted to see what kind of spell the old man had developed.

There were more and more onlookers, and at this time, someone shouted: "Barufio, can you perform the floating spell you just invented now?"

"No hurry, no hurry, wait for more people to talk about it."

Barufeo said happily, looking around, tapping the soles of his feet faster and faster.

There are more and more people, and many people have heard that someone can make the iron block fly up, and they all walked around here to block the water around the library door.

At this time, someone shouted impatiently: "Barufio! Is it good?"

Seeing that the crowd was almost crowded, the old man finally rubbed his hands.

"Today, I'm here to teach you, I have worked hard for more than ten years to study the spell, the floating spell!"

"Keep your eyes open and watch!"

Barufeo took out a small box from his arms, opened the box with a sacred look, grabbed a handful of powder from it, and sprinkled it on the black iron block. During the sprinkling process, he let out a loud shout. : "Flotin!"

The powder gleamed brightly and landed on the iron block.

Afterwards, under everyone's gaze, the heavy black iron floated slowly to the waist level, motionless.

The crowd exclaimed.

Barufeo stroked his white beard in exclamation, shook his head and swelled to the extreme, as if yelling-come and praise me.

The people in the library did not disappoint him, staring at the floating iron block in awe.

Only Silby glanced at the iron block, and then at the triumphant old man. He felt a little disdainful. The man’s spells were full of loopholes, completely inconsistent with the music and rules, but forcibly used a lot of magic materials to control the magic. , There is no sense of art at all.

He didn't learn anything from these old scholars, he only felt that he wasted three precious minutes, and immediately turned his head and walked into the library, hoping to read the real master's works.

"Can it fly higher?"

At this time, a crisp and loud question came from behind him.

The gazes of Silby and the onlookers were attracted, and the question was a tall woman in a red robe. Her whole body was wrapped tightly, her face was also covered, and she could not see her appearance or figure.

The woman separated the crowd and stood in front of the crowd and pointed at the big iron block around Barufio's waist: "Can it be made to fly higher? I mean, can this kind of floating be controlled?"

Barufeo's joy disappeared, and when others were complimenting him, he suddenly jumped out of a provocative one, which made him a little unhappy.

However, the women's questions interested the people in the library, and they looked at Barufeo, waiting for his answer.

Barufeo coughed and shook his head: "This spell is still in the development stage. It will take some time before it is completely perfected. I will demonstrate it again when I complete it completely."

"Oh."

The crowd made a clear voice, but in this voice, it was more or less disappointing.

The big iron fell to the ground, and Barufeo packed up his things with an unhappy expression, planning to leave.

"No way?"

However, the woman in the red robe still reluctantly said loudly: "If it only floats to this level, the practicality is too low, and it takes a lot of casting materials at a time, and the cost is too high. "

"I said, little girl!"

The wizard Barufio glared at him annoyed: "This spell is still in the experimental stage and hasn't been perfected yet! I won't be too late to show it to you when I am completely perfected."

The red-robed masked woman shook her head. She walked to the crowd, opened her arms, and hung a heavy money bag from her palms: "I give out three hundred gold coins. If someone can fly the iron to a height of ten meters, Whoever belongs to these three hundred gold coins."

She continued to speak in a loud tone.

"Oh!"

The crowd squeezed forward and exclaimed. Three hundred gold coins are enough to buy a house in Pandora's Lower City. This woman is so generous.

Barufeo's face was so gloomy, he said coldly: "Are you here to find fault on purpose?"

"I just think this spell has room for improvement." The woman said calmly.

"Okay."

Barufeo held his arms sarcastically and stopped, and looked around: "Who, who can improve my spell, I want to see."

Everyone looked at each other and was at a loss. They were eager for the three hundred gold coins in the bag, but wanting an iron block to fly to ten meters high out of thin air is indeed extremely difficult. No one can guarantee that it can be done by Barufeo. Even better, he can be one of the best bachelors in the library.

At this time, a hand was raised in the crowd, and a clear voice asked: "If I let the iron fly to a height of ten meters, will the three hundred gold coins belong to me?"

The eyes of the crowd moved again and moved to the guy who raised his hands. It was a gray-haired boy in a tunic robe. He was slender and wearing a strange horn mask on his face. He couldn't see clearly.

It was Silby who stopped as soon as he saw that there was money to be made. He has been looking for opportunities to make money these days, no, he finally caught one.

The masked girl's eyes rolled around on the horned mask on Silby's face, nodded slowly, and smiled: "Yes, as long as you can make it fly to ten meters, the three hundred gold coins belong to you. l

"Then if I let it fly to a height of 20 meters, can you give me 600 gold coins?" The masked boy squeezed out from the crowd and asked with a smile.

"Hahahahahaha~"

His somewhat humorous remarks caused everyone to laugh.

Someone kindly reminded: "Young man, do you dare to take off the mask and speak?"

"This is a magic library, not a street performer. You have to speak responsibly."

But the boy was unmoved. He stood in front of the woman, and then asked: "If I let it fly to forty meters, can you give me one thousand and two hundred gold coins?"

The woman widened her eyes and looked at him incredulously. There was a trace of irritation in her eyes, but the irritation quickly dissipated without a trace. She shook her head calmly: "I only brought three hundred gold coins today. Even if you let it fly to the moon, I can only give you three hundred gold coins. ."

"Great."

Silby nodded, he wandered to the wizard Barufio, and said to him, "borrow your iron block and use it."

"What a joke!?"

The wizard Barufeo exclaimed, "No, don't give it, do you have all the hair, come to develop the spell? Go, go, stay there, the spell is very dangerous, don't hurt yourself.

"Yugadim Leviosa, if you try this spell, you should be able to make it controllable." Silby said unmovedly, holding his arms indifferently.

Barufeo was still angry, and he said stubbornly: "The development of spells has to be verified by the Spell Research Association. Have you registered? Do you have experience? I can't tell you how old you are when you wear this mask. The curse is going to cause a big problem, young man, although the three hundred gold coins are good, you still have to do what you can. I advise you..."

"Are you coming or me?" Silby became impatient, and he stretched out his hand: "If you are afraid of the spell, let me come."

Similarly, Baru Feo's long-winded aroused dissatisfaction among the onlookers, and they all said: "Let him try."

"Don't be so stingy, Barufio!"

"Try it without losing a piece of meat."

Under pressure, the old wizard Barufio had to surrender. He hatedly took out the box from his pocket, grabbed a handful of casting materials, sprinkled it on the iron block, took a deep breath, and shouted: "Yugadim- Leviofa!"

boom! !

Accompanied by a violent explosion.

Barufeo fell to the floor with his head up, the **** iron block turned into a majestic African bison, standing heavily on top of him. The bison made a moo and was very confused about his situation.

The roar of laughter swept through the always serious library, causing a large group of quietly reading people to poke their heads from behind the shelves. The masked red robe woman also covered her mouth.

The wizard Barufeo sprinkled a handful of potion powder on the bison, turning it into an iron block again. Then, he came to Silby angrily, and the domineering man also asked sarcastically: "This Is it your spell, a modified version of the floating spell? Or is it bullish, the mask wizard?"

He pulled the tone of the elder, and his tone was extremely mean.

Silby smiled noncommittal, even too lazy to argue with him.

But the red-robed masked woman was looking at him without blinking. It was a gold master.

Silby snatched the potion powder that Barufeo used to cast the spell, and said to him, "Listen up, idiot."

After finishing speaking, he dipped his finger into the potion powder, flicked it gracefully, and said loudly: "Yugadim Leviosa."

Suddenly, the iron block flew up.

Silby stood underneath, moving with his fingers without looking at the iron block. The heavy black iron block was like a happy bird at the moment, passing over everyone's heads, flying around, and scratching. It made a beautiful arc after another, and it flew more than ten meters until it reached the top of the ceiling. If it hadn't been blocked by the ceiling, it would have flew straight out.

At this time, there was no sound in the library.

Those onlookers opened their mouths big, and looked at the big iron dancing above their heads with miraculous eyes.

"It's Sa, not Fa, sa!"

Silby relentlessly pointed out Barufio's slip of the tongue, and attacked: "If you don't even understand the rhythm, you will want to communicate naturally through language, which is ridiculous."

Baru Feo looked at the black iron flying above his head, knelt down in front of the masked teenager on the spot, and said in shock: "You...you...when did you develop this spell? of?"

"Three minutes ago."

Silby said quietly.

Barufeo's face was as gray as a defeated dog. Then, he lay on the ground in tears, "I lost... Your talent is really shocking."