The formation on the ground extended at an incredible speed. Even the Auror who were leading the students to escape were not spared. When the formation caught up with them, they all knelt on the ground. Some grabbed their throats, while others tore at their faces. Their eyes bulged out of their sockets.
Within a radius of more than a hundred meters, the smell of blood filled the air.
At this moment, the four deans also gave up their futile resistance. They took the students and quickly evacuated the place.
Silby walked in the magma and talked to himself.
"Wizards are not playing house, wizards are not fairytales, wizards are wizards!"
He clenched his fist and punched the ground.
Within the giant eye pattern on the ground, several red tentacles appeared around all the people who fell to the ground.
"A thousand years of farce, it's time to end it."
After that, he stood up and opened his five fingers.
All the tentacles on the ground opened their sharp mouths from the top, with layers of sharp teeth in their mouths.
However, just as he was about to clench his claws into a fist and slaughter them all.
Suddenly, a figure rushed out of nothingness without warning. He suddenly threw himself on Silby, as if a long-distance couple suddenly met.
Hoffa came out of the Ghost Walk state and hugged Silby's neck tightly. He was panting, foaming at the mouth, and his muscles were loose and trembling. He had no magic power. His magic power came from the magic crystal on Silby's mechanical arm. He used his last bit of strength to use the last Ghost Walk and finally approached Silby.
Silby was stunned. After seeing the extra person on top of him, he raised his magic wand and laughed. He mocked, "Brother, you still haven't fallen?"
As he spoke, he pinched Hoffa with one hand.
"But, at this point, what do you still want to do? Are you here to join me, or do you expect me to praise you?"
Don't even think about it! "
Hoffa's teeth chattered, his arms drooped down weakly, and his magic power dropped to the bottom at this moment. His fingers began to shrivel, and his cheekbones gradually protruded. He finally experienced the horror of Slytherin's curse.
"Don't even think about it?"
Silby raised Hoffa's wand. "Oh? If you're not here to seek refuge with me, then are you here to snatch my wand? "
Strangling Hoffa, Silby smiled evilly. "Brother, your wand is quite handy. How about you give it to me?"
With that, he opened his mouth. Right in front of Huo Fa, he swallowed Huo Fa's wand with an expression of enjoyment.
"What can you do to me?"
He stuck his face to Hoffa's face with extreme sarcasm. "Without the magic of the Four Great Founders, you are nothing. Nothing."
Hoffa's mana and vitality were both depleted. He was cursed and strangled, but he managed to squeeze out a smile. "That's right, but I have Tom Riddle."
"What?" Silby's handsome face showed a trace of doubt. "What Tom Riddle?"
Hoffa's twitching face forced a smile and murmured, "The taste of Slytherin's curse is indeed unpleasant."
In the next second, a black shadow drilled out of Hoffa's orifices and rushed into Silby's body. Their faces were only a few centimeters apart. At such a close distance, Silby was stunned for a second, and then his expression changed drastically.
He shook off Hoffa, but it was too late.
The black smoke drilled into his face like maggots. It quickly began to extract his magic power to strengthen itself.
He was cursed again.
On the ground, the Blood Eye Array that had lost control retreated like the tide. The blood-red tentacles turned into specks of red magic power in the air and dissipated without a trace.
The people on the ground shuddered and curled up into a ball, trembling and coughing.
"Ah!!!"
Silby covered his temples and let out a deafening roar.
Behind him, Tom Riddle, who was pressing the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood and fell heavily to the ground with a pale face. Blood seeped out of his orifices Zizi. The huge mental backlash directly destroyed his mental force field.
But the Slytherin's curse had been planted.
Silby stumbled and clutched his chest, looking at his palms. His palms were pale. He was drenched in cold sweat and his teeth couldn't stop chattering.
But his reaction was also very fast. The moment he was cursed, he found the source and rushed toward Tom Riddle.
Hoffa had already lost all his strength. But looking at Silby, he didn't know where he got the strength from, but he jumped up from the wall and dragged Silby's legs. He pulled Silby to the ground and held him down. He roared, "Protect Tom Riddle!!"
Dumbledore and the other Aura immediately understood Hoffa's meaning. They quickly turned around and surrounded the Slytherin Academy. They were so dense that Tom Riddle couldn't get through.
Silby's strength and magic power quickly declined. He turned around and punched Hoffa's face.
"Bastard!"
Silby's teeth were chattering, "Hehehe, where, where did you get this curse!?"
Hoffa didn't back down. He spat on Silby's face and punched him back, "Is this also part of your plan, Silby?"
He raised his hand and grabbed Hoffa's collar. He roared, "Do you know what you are doing!?"
"Of course I know." Hoffa stared at him.
Silby's magic power was swept away by the curse. His fingers began to twitch. He stuck his face in front of Hoffa's eyes and laughed bitterly, "Heh, you are just a lucky kid who doesn't know anything."
"Yes, but, but I know what's wrong!!" Hoffa pressed his face against Silby's face. His fingers were inserted into Silby's nostrils and lips, trying to push him away. But, at this moment, his strength had declined to the limit.
"Wrong, heh, wrong? Wrong? Let me tell you. "
The curse spread on Silby's face, making the whites of his eyes red. The veins on his neck bulged. His teeth were chattering, but he was unbelievably determined.
"In this world, heh, there is no right or wrong, only heh, only success or failure."
With that, he punched Hoffa in the face.
Hoffa also punched him in the face.
Stupid and pathetic. "He raised Hoffa's chin with a trembling finger.
This time, their fists were not as powerful as they had been at the beginning. But even so, the two of them still fought like dogs fighting for a bone in the mud. If you kick me, I'll punch you. If you scratch me, I'll slap you.
Each blow was softer than the last, but neither of them stopped. This was no longer a physical fight, but a battle of wills, a battle of souls.
Gradually, everyone gathered around.
The head of the Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore, the dean, the teachers, the teaching assistants, and the students all gathered around.
They looked in disbelief at the two people in the mud, who were covered in cuts and bruises but were still fighting crazily. They were in such a sorry state that they could not tell who was who.
Hoffa's face was covered in blood. He locked Silby's neck, his knee pressing against his back. Silby pushed Hoffa's chin, one hand on his throat, blood and foam coming out of his mouth.
Who would have thought that this was a battle between two Magi?
Dumbledore was shocked. He raised his wand and pointed it at Silby, shouting, "It's over, half-human king!"
But Silby did not even look at Dumbledore. He trembled and grabbed Hoffa's arm, his grey eyes staring into his eyes. His face was full of pain, but there was also a strange smile that could not be described.
I know, I know. "
He smiled with difficulty.
Seeing this guy smile, Hoffa instinctively felt that something was wrong.
"What do you know?"
Hoffa tried to tear his hand away, but this time, even in the cursed state, Silby's fingers were still like iron hooks, firmly hooking Hoffa.
Brother, we're like, like the front and back of a coin.
As he spoke, his body turned into dust and scattered with the wind.
Hoffa's fingers tore at his ear, his face twisted as he said, "Don't you think you can escape!"
Silby turned over and pressed Hoffa heavily, his teeth clenched and his saliva dripping. "But I'm the front. A thousand years ago, no one was my match, and a thousand years later, no one will be my match. I'm the f * cking most talented Magi, always will be!"
As he spoke, half of his body had dissipated, and the other half was gradually turning into dust.
Hoffa noticed that this man had lost his lower body, and immediately roared, "Stop him, seal him, enchantment, no matter what magic you use!"
The Magi on top were not fools. When Silby began to turn into dust, countless Aura and Magi raised their magic wands, condensing layer after layer of shields in the air, layer after layer of enchantment.
I admire your determination. Hehe, this time, hehe, I'll take it as your win, but I swear. I swear, as long as I'm still breathing, I'll let you know what reality is! "
Silby opened his bloody mouth and bit at Hoffa.
Hoffa punched Silby in the mouth.
However, this punch did not hit anything.
"Too late, hahahahahaha!"
Silby's upper body turned into dust, and as he finished speaking, his head completely disappeared, drifting with the wind. The enchantment did not stop him at all.
Hoffa punched the ground, but hit nothing.
He panted heavily, and wiped the ground. Silby had long disappeared, not even ashes were left. Even his magic wand had disappeared without a trace.
Anger and frustration made him kneel on the ground, straighten his back, bend his waist, and punch the ground.
"Damn it!"
"Damn it!"
"Damn it!"
"Damn it!"
"Damn it!"
"Damn it!"
He crawled and punched the ground repeatedly, his voice getting softer and softer until it slowly disappeared. He knelt on the ground, motionless.
The surroundings fell into a deathly silence. After this sudden and crazy battle ended, more than half of the originally majestic old school had collapsed, and there were broken walls and remnants of flames everywhere.
The ghost of the castle silently hovered in the sky, not daring to descend.
In the sky, the bright moon still cast moonlight on the ground, and the moonlight shone on Hoffa who was kneeling on the ground, elongating his shadow.
A cold wind blew, and strands of gray hair fluttered in the wind, landing on the faces of the Magi who had raised their magic wands.
Only now did they recover from the shock of the half-human king's disappearance, and looked at the motionless Hoffa on the ground. Aglaia and Miranda suddenly wanted to rush down.
However, they were stopped by Dumbledore, who looked at the motionless Hoffa on the ground and said softly, "Let me do it, don't shake him violently."
Then, he walked down the slope and slowly carried Hoffa in his arms.
After carrying him, they found that he had already fainted from exhaustion. His gray hair slowly fell with the wind, and with every step Dumbledore took, the nails on his fingers fell to the ground due to the shaking, revealing the pale flesh behind.
Dumbledore stood for a while and stretched out his hand, not daring to touch this fragile body. He directly used magic to make Hoffa float in the air, then raised his magic wand and slowly stepped back, parting the crowd.
The crowd silently opened a path for him. Aglaia covered her mouth, tears flowing down uncontrollably. Miranda held her shoulder, not saying a word, her face gloomy and pale.
Ossivia looked at Hoffa who was floating in the air, his nails falling off, but his fists still clenched. Her expression was extremely complicated.
As the infirmary was almost completely destroyed, Dumbledore took Hoffa to the direction of the hall.
The other deans picked up the injured students, such as Tom Riddle and some of the leaders, and the four of them walked together to the hall.
A large number of teachers and students followed behind them.
Back in the hall, Dumbledore laid Hoffa flat in the air and used magic to create an illusory platform for him to float on.
Countless students surrounded the platform, and even the Minister of the Ministry of Magic squeezed sideways to the front of the crowd, as if he wanted to see this legendary boy who had released a super shield.
At this moment, all the surrounding students suddenly raised their hands in unison and clasped their hands together in front of their chests. They looked at the boy lying on the magic platform and silently began to pray.
Dumbledore walked to Slughorn and said softly, "Heal him, at all costs."
The fat walrus Slughorn took out a silk handkerchief to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead. He turned his head and struggled to squeeze out of the crowd, as if to get medicine.
Then Dumbledore walked to the Minister of the Ministry of Magic, who was still in a state of shock, and said,
"Ask Principal Amando and the other school doctors to come back. Although the principal is wrong, he doesn't deserve to die. You can't let a principal of the Hogwarts die outside of his post. This will lead to unimaginable consequences."
But the Minister of the Ministry of Magic didn't seem to hear him at all. He stared at Hoffa who was floating in the air without blinking and suddenly asked, "What's his name?"
Dumbledore stood in front of Hoffa and blocked the Minister of the Ministry of Magic's gaze.
He said coldly, "Now is not the time, Leonard. Don't let fame and politics destroy the light of the world."
"Hmm …"
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