Chapter 131

The Falun on the ground extends very fast, and those who lead the students to flee are not immune. When the Falun catches up with them, they kneel down one after another, some holding their throat, some tearing their faces, and their eyes protruding.

Within a radius of more than 100 meters, the smell of blood filled the air.

At the moment, the four presidents also gave up their senseless resistance. They took the students and quickly evacuated here.

Sylby walked in the lava and talked to himself.

"A wizard is not a household, a wizard is not a fairy tale, a wizard is a wizard!"

He clenched his hand and hit the ground with one.

Within the giant eye lines on the ground, several red tentacles appeared around all the fallen people.

"A thousand years of farce, it's time to end."

Then he stood up and opened his fingers.

All the tentacles on the ground open sharp mouthparts from the top, with layers of sharp teeth in the mouthparts.

But just as he was ready to fight with his claws, he was ready to kill.

A figure suddenly rushed out of nothingness without warning, and he suddenly fell on Silby, as if a long-distance love couple suddenly met.

Hoffa stepped out of the ghost walk and put his arms around sylby's neck. He was panting, foaming, flabby and trembling. He doesn't have magic. Magic comes from the magic crystal on Silby's residual mechanical broken arm. This is the last effort to use the last ghost walk, and finally close to Silby.

Sylby was stunned. Seeing the more people on his body, he raised his wand and laughed. He said sarcastically, "brother, you haven't fallen yet?"

As he spoke, he pinched Hoffa with one hand.

"But now, what do you want to do? Do you want to join me, or do you want me to praise you?"

"Ho... You... Don't want to!"

Hoffa's teeth trembled, his arms drooped, and his magic fell to the end at this moment. His fingers began to shrivel and his cheekbones began to protrude. He finally experienced the horror of Slytherin's curse.

"No way?"

Sylby held Hoffa's wand: "Oh? You're not here to take refuge in me, so you're here to grab the wand? "

Pinching Hoffa, Silby gave a smile: "brother, your wand is very handy. How about giving it to me?"

Then he opened his mouth. In front of Hoffa's face, he swallowed Hoffa's wand happily.

"What do you do with me?"

He satirized Hoffa: "without the magic of the four founders, you are nothing, nothing."

Hoffa's magic life was both at the bottom, cursed and pinched, but he managed to squeeze out a smile: "yes, but... But, I have... Tom... Riddell..."

"what?" There was a doubt on sylby's handsome face. "What Tom Riddle?"

Hoffa's twitching face showed a difficult smile, and murmured: "the taste of Slytherin curse is really hard..."

the next second, a dark shadow came out of Hoffa's seven orifices and poured into Silby's body. The distance between their faces was a few centimeters, so close that Silby was stunned for a second, and then his face changed greatly.

He flung Hoffa away, but it was late.

The black air penetrated into his facial features, just like the maggot of tarsal bone. He quickly began to draw his magic and strengthen himself.

He's cursed again.

On the ground, the uncontrolled blood eye array faded like a tide, and those blood colored tentacles turned into red magic in the air and disappeared without a trace.

The people who fell to the ground were excited, huddled up and coughed with trembling.

"Ah

Sylby covered his temple and raised his head to the sky with a roar.

Behind him, Tom Ryder, who was holding down the ground, spewed out a stream of blood. His face turned pale and fell heavily on the ground. The blood seeped out of his five senses and seven orifices, and the huge mental backfire directly destroyed his mental field.

But the Slytherin curse has been planted.

Sylby stumbled over his chest and looked at his palms, which were white, sweaty, and his teeth trembling wildly.

But his reaction is also very fast. At the moment of being cursed, he locked the source and rushed to Tom Ryder.

Hoffa had already lost all his strength, but looking at Silby, he didn't know where the strength came from. He jumped up on the wall, dragged his calf to the ground, held him down and yelled: "protect Tom Riddell!"

Dumbledore and the Aurors immediately understood Hoffa's meaning, and they quickly turned around Slytherin college and surrounded Tom Riddle.

Sylby's power and magic waned rapidly, and he turned around and punched Hoffa in the face.

"Asshole... Asshole!""Hee... Hee, you... Where did you get the curse?" said Silby with trembling teeth

Hoffa did not show any weakness. He opened his mouth and spat on his opponent's face. He smashed his fist back: "is this also in your plan, Silby?"

He raised his hand to Hoffa, grabbed him by the collar and growled, "do you... Do you know... Do you know what you're doing?"

"Of course I know." Hoffa was staring at him.

Sylby's magic was swept away by the curse, and his fingers began to twitch. He stuck it in front of Hoffa's eyes and said with a hate smile: "ho... You're just... Just a fool with no luck... Ho, Ho, you don't know anything..."

"yes... But, but... But I know what's wrong!" Hoffa stuck his finger in his nose and lips, trying to push him away. But, at the moment, his strength has declined to the limit.

"Wrong... Ho ho... Wrong? wrong? I tell you, Ho... Ho... "

The Curse spread on sylby's face, making his eyes red, his neck blue, his teeth trembling, but his firmness was incredible.

"In the world... Ho... In the world, there is no wrong... There is no right, only... Ho... Only success or failure."

With that, he hit Hoffa in the face.

"Dog... Shit."

Hoffa hit him in the face, too.

"Ho... Ho... Stupid... Sad..." his trembling fingers pressed Hoffa's chin.

This time, their fists are no longer as powerful as they were at first. But even so, they fought like dogs in the mud. You kick me, I give you a punch, you give me a scratch, I give you a slap.

A blow is softer than a blow, but no one stops first. This is not a physical fight at all, but a fight between pure wills and souls.

Gradually, everyone gathered around.

The Minister of magic, Dumbledore, the Dean, the teachers, the assistants, the students, all gathered around.

They can't believe to look at the two people who are still crazy entangled in the mud pit. They are so embarrassed that they can't tell who is who.

Hoffa's face was bloodstained, his neck locked, his knee against his back, and Silby pushed Hoffa's chin, his throat clasped in one hand, blood and white foam from the corners of his mouth.

Who can imagine that this is a battle between two witches?

Dumbledore was shocked. He raised his wand, pointed to Silby and said angrily, "it's all over, half king!"

But Silby didn't look at Dumbledore at all. As he trembled, he grabbed Hoffa's arm and stared at his eyes with grey eyes. His face was full of pain and a strange smile.

"Ho... Ho... I know... I know..."

he said with a difficult smile.

Looking at this guy laughing, Hoffa instinctively felt that something was wrong.

"What do you know..."

Hoffa tried to tear his hand open, but this time, even in the cursed state, Silby's finger was still like a hook, firmly hooked on Hoffa.

"Ho... Ho... Brother... We... We are like, like... The front and back of a coin... Ho... Ho..."

as he spoke, his body turned into dust and scattered with the wind.

"You can't escape," Hoffa said, twisting his face and tearing his fingers to his ears

Sylby turned over and pressed Hoffa heavily, gnashing his teeth and salivating: "but... But I'm... The front... Ho... Ho... More than a thousand years ago, no one was my opponent. A thousand years later, Ho... Ho... There won't be either... I'm the most talented wizard in the world. I've always been... Always will be!"

During the conversation, his body was half scattered, and the other half was gradually desertified.

Hoffa realized that the man had no lower body, and immediately yelled at him: "stop him, seal, border, no matter what magic it is!"

Those witches on the top are not fools either. At the beginning of Silby's desertification, countless Aurors and witches raised their magic wands and condensed layers of shields and enchantments in the air.

"I... i... I admire your will. Ho... Ho... This time, Ho... You win, but I swear. I swear... Ho... Ho... As long as I have a breath, I will let you know... Ho... Know... What is reality! "Sylby opened his mouth and bit Hoffa.

Hoffa punched Silby in the mouth.

The punch didn't hit anything.

"Late... Ho... Ha ha ha ha ha..."

Silby's upper body turned into sand. With this sentence, his head disappeared completely and floated away with the wind, and those defensive barriers could not stop him at all.

Hoffa hit the ground with one blow and hit the air.

He gasped heavily and wiped around on the ground. Silby had already disappeared, and there was no dust left. He disappeared with his wand.

Anger and frustration made him kneel down, straighten up, bend down, and hit the ground with one punch.

"Damn it

"Damn it

"Damn it

"Damn it

"Damn it

"Hateful..."

...

he crawled and thumped on the ground, kept repeating, and his voice became lower and lower until it disappeared slowly. He fell to his knees motionless.

After the sudden crazy war, more than half of the old school, which was once magnificent, has collapsed, and there are ruins everywhere, as well as residual flames.

The ghost of the castle hovered in the sky in terror and did not dare to fall.

In the sky, the bright moon still casts the moonlight to the ground coldly. The moonlight shines on Hoffa who kneels down and pulls his figure to the elder.

A cold wind blowing, wisps of gray hair flying in the wind, fell on the face of those around the wizard who raised the wand.

Only then did they react to the shock of the disappearance of the Demi king and look at Hoffa, who was still on the ground. Agraia and Miranda suddenly want to rush down.

But he was stopped by Dumbledore. He looked at Hoffa, who was lying on the ground motionless, and said softly, "I'll come. Don't shake him violently."

Then he went down the slope and picked Hoffa up.

When he was picked up, people found that he had already passed out. His gray hair slowly fell off in the wind. Dumbledore took a step, and his fingernails fell to the ground because of the vibration, revealing the pale flesh behind.

Dumbledore stood for a moment, reached out and did not dare to touch the fragile body any more. He made Hoffa float in the air by magic, then raised his wand and stepped back slowly to separate the crowd.

The crowd quietly separated the road for him, and agraia covered his mouth, tears streaming down. Miranda took her by the shoulder, speechless and pale.

Osivia looked at Hoffa floating in the sky, fingernails off, but still clenched his fists. His eyes were extremely complicated.

As the school hospital was destroyed, Dumbledore took Hoffa to the direction of the hall.

Several other deans picked up other injured students, such as Tom Riedel and some prefects, and walked to the hall together.

A lot of teachers and students are following them.

Back in the hall, Dumbledore puts Hoffman in the air and magically creates a platform of nothingness on which he floats.

Countless students gathered around the platform, and even the Minister of magic pushed to the front of the crowd. It seemed that he wanted to see the legendary boy releasing super shield.

At this time, all the students around raised their hands and closed their chest. They looked at the boy lying on the magic platform and began to pray silently.

Dumbledore walked up to Slughorn and whispered, "cure him at all costs."

As fat as walrus, Slughorn took out his silk handkerchief and wiped his head with cold sweat. He turned his head to squeeze out the crowd, as if to get the medicine.

Later, Dumbledore went to the Minister of magic, who was still in a state of consternation, and said:

"let president Armando and other school doctors come back. Although the president is wrong, he is not guilty to death. You can't let a Hogwarts president die outside his post, which will lead to unimaginable consequences."

But the Minister of magic didn't seem to hear him at all. He stared at Hoffa floating in the sky without blinking, and suddenly asked, "what's his name?"

Dumbledore stood in front of Hoffa, stopped the Minister of magic's eyes, and said coldly:

"it's not the time yet, Leonard. Don't let fame and politics destroy the light of the world."

"Well..."

while the Minister of magic shrugged, his eyes still crossed Dumbledore's shoulder and fixed on Hoffa, not knowing what he was thinking.