Chapter 402

The next day, dinner time.

With a silver plate, hechpatch came from the corridor to the deep and winding library. It's full of magic books and old parchment. Some naughty letters written in black ink run down from parchment, chasing a group of letters written in red ink and playing war games on the floor.

The beaten letter fell to the ground and turned into a pool of ink.

After perceiving the footstep of hutchpatch, the letters got up from the ground one after another and returned to the parchment, one after another.

At the bottom of the library, Silby sat in a pile of ancient books. Wearing ink stained clothes, holding a quill pen, sometimes thinking, sometimes writing, expression, sometimes pain, sometimes happiness.

When hechpatch came to him with a plate, he didn't even notice it. He just looked up at him and then concentrated on his work.

Hechpatch waved her wand, and the books beside Silby piled up on a small platform. She put the plate beside Silby and sat down beside him.

"What are you studying?" She asked, leaning over her head.

"The curse." He said without looking up.

"Did you succeed in your research?"

"Almost, I have to think about the medium of the mantra transmission once more..." he lowered his voice, seemed to have some good ideas, and began to write on the paper.

"Eat something first."

"No matter how you study it, you have to fill in your stomach," hechpatch said softly

When it comes to dining, Silby finally stepped back from his seemingly never ending mantra deduction and focused on the food. The food is simple, including mashed potatoes, grilled ribs, broccoli, a red apple and a cup of pumpkin juice.

"Ah, thank you."

"Thank you, hucky. I don't know what to do without you," he said gratefully

"Neither do we. We don't know what to do without you."

Hechpatch touched Silby's cheek in a voice as sweet as a spring.

Silby, who eats mashed potatoes, looks at hutchpatch in some confusion. She never seems to be too intimate. In his impression, the witch from the open valley is always restrained and cautious.

"What happened?" Sylby picked up an apple. "That's not how you normally are."

"I said, Silby, how much are you willing to pay to change the world

After biting an apple, Silby's face was stunned, and he looked at hutchpatch in bewilderment.

"I went to your office to ask if you would like to spend Christmas with us. But you're not here, but I didn't get nothing. I saw your diary

Fierce pain came from his abdomen, like cutting with ten thousand knives. He threw away the apple, stepped back, and stood in front of the library wall. The apple that had been bitten off rolled, and time seemed to be still.

He looked at hechpatch's face under the dim candlelight. His face was changeable, and the cold sweat gradually came down from his head.

"Helga..."

"it's Christmas," herchpatch stood up, holding his knee. "We've known each other for nearly 20 years, but you never remember to say Merry Christmas to us - but Merry Christmas, Silby."

In the dark, Silby suddenly covered his waist and abdomen, opened it and spewed out a stream of blood, which was as thick as black. After landing, it burned a deep hole in the ground.

"Datura... Dead root grass..."

Silby raised his head with blood red eyes and stared at hechpatch: "you actually..." before he finished, he highlighted another stream of blood.

"I know what you think. You're using us, sylby

"Using our trust in you and our love for you is just for us to help you collect magic from all over the world, so that you can develop the magic that changes the world," he said.

You don't regard us as friends at all, and you never tell us how you really feel. You are so mean. "

With the sad tone of hechpatch's voice, the other two slowly came out of the darkness, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. Gryffindor was wearing a silver sword at his waist, while Ravenclaw was holding her wand. They were both fully armed.

"Can you understand me?" In the agony, silvery roared, and then he spat out another stream of blood.

"Stop it, Silby. We know your plan." Gryffindor said, "that's impossible."

"How do you know... It's impossible...!"

Under the poison, Silby grabbed the wall and didn't fall down.

"Of course not!" Ravenclaw: God, it's unreasonable. What's going on in your head, Silby? Even if that happens, it won't be better than it is now. It will only be worse"That's me... Why don't I talk to you!"

Silby said as he vomited blood, the black meridians crawling over his face, and the black blood overflowing from his nostrils.

At the critical moment of life and death, he did not hesitate to stab his palm into his belly, pulled out a mass of black and threw it on the ground, then stepped out and disappeared in front of the three.

His sudden disappearance caught the three men off guard. They raised their weapons one after another and made defensive gestures. But Silby didn't show up again. After a few seconds, several people put down their weapons, came to the black group and bent down to have a look.

The black was a little peristaltic stomach bag. Under the strong poison, he dragged his organs out to buy time for his escape.

Ravenclaw was shocked and almost fell to the ground. She grabbed Gryffindor's arm and said, "what should I do? He will really die!"

"I can't die!"

She was pale and said, "if a wizard of his level leaves his organs, he will die immediately. He must have some means to save his life. Go, Godric, catch him quickly. Mandala and dead root grass are not persistent drugs. If he gets rid of the poison, it's almost harder to find him than to go to heaven."

Gryffindor held on to the goblin's sword, his lips clenched.

Hechpatch looked at Ravenclaw: "Ronnie, show Godric the position."

Ravenclaw clenched his lower lip, trembled and drew a tarot card from his arms. After washing it, he drew out a fool's card. In the card, the fool walks on the country road with a sunny face, followed by a dog, and the stick behind points to a direction.

"There can't be any illusions. It's his own magic. It's supposed to be the magic body plus the light body technique

Ravenclaw handed the card to Gryffindor. "Follow the direction of this guy on the card. He'll take you to Silby."

"Good."

Gryffindor couldn't refuse the mission. He took the card, took a deep breath, and set out.

Before leaving the library, Ravenclaw stopped him: "wait a minute, Godric."

Gryffindor turned to Ravenclaw.

"Take him back, if it's not necessary, don't kill him, just control him." She pleaded.

Gryffindor nodded. Legs a little bit on the ground, a jump more than ten meters high, over the castle wall, toward the deep black forest.

High up in the castle, Slytherin stood in front of the shutters, looking at Gryffindor leaving, with an obscure and sad look.

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Godric Gryffindor followed the tarot card and moved around in the forbidden forest quickly. The night covered most of the light. The only visible light was the reflection of snow, and the owl was singing in the treetop. When the cold wind blows, the snow covered leaves on the treetops fall off and stick in the snow like ice skates.

Finally, when the fool on Tarot comes to the cliff, it doesn't move. Gryffindor held his breath, carrying the goblin's sword on the dead leaves of the light moving.

There were spots of blood on the snow, and he knew that he was close.

Around the two fir trees, the tall and thin man stood in the open space in the woods under the moonlight. The moonlight shone on his gray hair and put a layer of pale make-up on him.

"You can't escape, Silby." Gryffindor breathed out a white breath and drew a thin line on the ground with his sharp sword.

Sylby raised his head slowly. The corner of his mouth was leaking blood, but this time, the blood was red. It's not black. It's mixed with light silver in the red.

"Godric, get out of the way..."

Silby was shaking, his palms covering his bleeding belly.

"There are no rules to save you this time, Silby. You can't get out of this place. If you go back and get treatment, you still have a little chance to survive. If you don't understand, you will bleed to death if you don't use my hand. "

"Ah... Yeah..."

Silby covered his belly. "I underestimate your determination."

Then, he sneered, "but how can you know the cold of winter night, you insect in summer?"

Gryffindor doesn't talk to him any more. In the moonlight, he jumps up and cuts at Silby with a sword.

Silby gasped, covering his belly with one hand and making a cross with the other. With his action, two sharp border appeared, the border area is huge, cut off the pine, cut off the snow.

Gryffindor does not want to resist the siege attack of Silby. At this time, he plans to make a big opening and closing. The only consequence is that he is divided into two by the siege. He gave up the idea of chopping at once, made a side pass in the air and twisted a strange arc in the sky. He not only dodged the attack of Silby, but also took advantage of the situation to attack the enemy.

Silby covered his belly and stumbled away ten meters to avoid Gryffindor's volley from the sky.Gryffindor was not disheartened when he failed in his attempt. He bent down, sank his shoulders, held his sword, and accomplished it all at once. Straight to Silby. He looks fierce when he bumps with his shoulders down, but in fact, he has left his back and only used three parts of his strength. As soon as Silby flashed, he attached it like a shadow. His left hand seemed to be placed on his side at random, but in fact he pulled out his wand.

Sure enough, Silby's attention was attracted by the wand. He quickly drew a blade again and chopped to Gryffindor's left hand.

At this time, the distance between the two people is audible.

How long has Gryffindor been on the battlefield, knowing that the opportunity is coming, so he does not hesitate to throw away his wand, hold his sword in his backhand, bend down to avoid the wind blade, and with the help of the impact force, hit Silby's head with one elbow.

But sylby raised his head and hit it with his head! In the process of impact, his head turned into a huge black rhinoceros head.

Only hear "Dong" a dull sound, his forehead was opened a long blood mouth, but also just a blood mouth!

Gryffindor also snorted, his mouth was torn by the huge anti shock force, warm blood immediately flowing down.

The goblin's sword flew away, straight into the snow ten meters away.

At the same time, Silby took a deep breath, made a fist with one hand and smashed it out. On the fist, there was a lot of flames, and it turned into lava.

Gryffindor knew that if he was hit by this blow, he would end up with the same visceral destruction as Silby.

It's hard to imagine that this guy has such a strong fighting capacity in the case of being poisoned and tearing off his organs.

However, Gryffindor is not a fuel-efficient lamp. At the moment of life and death, he grabs Silby's burning fist in one hand, bends his knees and slams it into Silby's belly, and smashes his other hand into Silby's cheek.

Faced with Gryffindor's counterattack, Silby couldn't dodge. He took the punch, and his cheekbones immediately sunken and spat out a few teeth.

There was a crazy blood in his eyes. With this madness, a green shadow appeared from behind Gryffindor. The shadow raised the sickle and chopped down heavily!

Gryffindor is aware of the will to die behind him. After a blow, he doesn't feel like fighting and kicks back. The scythe of death is cut down heavily, but it's empty.

Gryffindor became extremely calm and resolute after entering the fighting state. In the process of retreating, he hooked one foot, and the goblin's sword flew high. After several turns, he held it in his hand again.

Holding the sword in his hand, he immediately changed from retreat to attack, from fast retreat to fast attack. The snow turned into mud under his flying feet. In less than two seconds, he appeared in front of Silby again and cut it off with a sword. This time, it was not so easy to hide.

Sylby's eyes were black and blue, his teeth had dropped five or six, and his mouth was inevitably bleeding and wheezing, as if there was an old bellows in his lung.

He raised his hand to grasp Gryffindor's sword, and a border appeared in his palm. However, the huge force directly destroyed the border and broke his upper arm into three sections.