The next day, dinnertime.
Hufflepuff carried a silver plate and walked down the corridor to the deep and winding library. There were a lot of magic books and ancient parchments. Some naughty letters written in black ink ran down from the parchments and chased after a group of letters written in red ink. They started a war game on the floor.
The letters that were beaten to death fell to the ground and turned into a pool of ink.
After noticing Hufflepuff's footsteps, the letters crawled up from the ground and returned to the parchment, returning to their original form.
In the deepest part of the library, Silby was sitting in a pile of ancient books. He was wearing clothes stained with ink and holding a quill in his hand. He was sometimes thinking and sometimes writing. His expression was sometimes painful and sometimes happy.
When Hufflepuff carried the plate to his side, he didn't even notice. He only raised his head to look at Hufflepuff and then focused on the work at hand.
Hufflepuff waved his wand and the books beside Silby automatically formed a small platform. Hufflepuff placed the plate beside Silby and then sat down beside him.
"What are you researching?" She leaned over and asked.
"Incantations," he said without raising his head.
"Did you succeed?"
"Almost. I still need to think of a medium for the incantation …" Hufflepuff's voice lowered. He seemed to have thought of a good idea and started writing on the paper.
"Let's eat something first."
Hufflepuff gently said, "No matter how much you research, you still need to fill your stomach."
Speaking of eating, Silby finally retreated from his seemingly never-ending incantations and focused on the food. The food was simple. There were mashed potatoes, grilled ribs, broccoli, a red apple, and a cup of pumpkin juice.
"Ah, thank you."
Silby said gratefully. He picked up the spoon and ate a mouthful of mashed potatoes. "Thank you, Hufflepuff. Without you, I really don't know what to do."
"Us too. Without you, we wouldn't know what to do."
Hufflepuff stroked Silby's cheek, his voice as sweet as spring water.
Silby, who was eating mashed potatoes, looked at Hufflepuff with a puzzled expression. Hufflepuff had never acted so intimately before. In his impression, the witch from the open valley was always restrained and cautious.
"What happened?" Silby picked up an apple. "You're not usually like this."
Hufflepuff said, "Silby, how much are you willing to pay to change the world?"
Silby, who had just taken a bite of the apple, looked at Hufflepuff in confusion.
Hufflepuff: "I went to your office. I wanted to ask if you wanted to spend Christmas with us. But you weren't there. But I didn't come out empty-handed. I saw your diary. "
A sharp pain came from his lower abdomen. It was as if ten thousand knives were stabbing him. He threw the apple away and took a few steps back. He stood in front of the wall of the library. The apple that was bitten off rolled on the floor. It was as if time had stopped.
He looked at Hufflepuff's face under the dim candlelight. His expression changed unpredictably. Cold sweat gradually dripped down from his head.
"Helga …"
"Today is Christmas." Hufflepuff stood up with his hands on his knees. "We've known each other for almost twenty years, but you've never remembered to say Merry Christmas to us. But, Merry Christmas, Silby."
In the darkness, Silby suddenly covered his abdomen. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. The blood was thick and black. After it fell to the ground, it burned a deep hole in the ground.
"Datura … Dead Root Grass …"
Silby raised his head and stared at Hufflepuff with bloodshot eyes. "You actually …" Before he could finish his words, he spat out another mouthful of blood.
"I know what you're thinking. You're using us, Silby, "Hufflepuff said gently.
"You're using our trust in you and our love for you. You're using us to help you gather magic from all over the world so that you can develop magic that can change the world.
You've never treated us as friends. You've never told us your true feelings. You're too despicable. "
Following Hufflepuff's sad tone, two other people slowly walked out of the darkness. They were Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. Gryffindor had a silver sword at his waist. Ravenclaw held her wand. Both of them were fully armed.
"Do you understand me?!" Silby roared in pain. He spat out another mouthful of blood.
"Stop, Silby. We know your plan," Gryffindor said. "It's impossible."
"How do you know … impossible?!"
Under the effects of the poison, Silby grabbed onto the wall and didn't fall down.
"Of course it's impossible!" Ravenclaw said, "God, you're being unreasonable. What's going on in your head, Silby? Even if that happened, it wouldn't be better than it is now. It would only be worse."
"That's why I didn't tell you!"
Silby spat out more blood as he spoke. Black veins crawled all over his face. Black blood flowed out of his nostrils.
At the critical moment, he didn't hesitate to stab his hand into his abdomen. He dragged out a lump of black blood and threw it on the ground. He then took a step forward and disappeared in front of the three people.
His sudden disappearance caught the three people off guard. They raised their weapons and got into a defensive posture. However, Silby didn't appear again. After a few seconds, they put down their weapons and bent down to take a look at the lump of black blood.
The black blood turned out to be a wriggling stomach. Under the effects of the poison, he had dragged out his organs to buy time for himself to escape.
Ravenclaw was shocked and almost fell to the ground. She grabbed Gryffindor's arm. "What should we do? He's going to die!"
"He won't die!"
Hufflepuff's face was pale. "A wizard like him would die immediately if he left his organs. He must have some way to save his life. Go, Godric, hurry up and bring him back. Datura and Dead Root Grass don't last long. If we wait for him to get rid of the poison, it'll be harder to find him than to reach the heavens."
Gryffindor held onto the fairy sword and pursed his lips.
Hufflepuff looked at Ravenclaw and said, "Ronay, show Godric the location."
Ravenclaw bit her lower lip and took out a tarot card with trembling hands. After shuffling it, she took out a card of The Fool. In the card, The Fool was walking on a country road with a bright face. A dog was beside him and the stick on his back was pointing in a direction.
"Mirage can't be used here. That's a spell he set up himself. He must have run away with Light Body and Illusion. "
Ravenclaw handed the card to Gryffindor. "Follow the direction of this guy on the card. He'll lead you to Silby."
"Okay."
What was done could not be undone. Gryffindor could not reject the mission. He took the card, took a deep breath, and set off.
Before leaving the library, Ravenclaw stopped him. "Wait, Godric."
Gryffindor turned to look at Ravenclaw.
"Catch him. If it's not necessary, don't kill him. Just keep him under control," she pleaded.
Gryffindor nodded. He tapped his feet on the ground and jumped a dozen meters into the air. He jumped over the high walls of the castle and rushed into the Black Forest.
High up in the castle, Slytherin stood in front of the blinds and watched Gryffindor leave with a sad expression.
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Godric Gryffindor followed the guidance of the tarot card and quickly moved through the Forbidden Forest. The darkness of the night blocked most of the light. The only thing that could be seen was the reflection of the snow and the hooting of the owls. A cold wind blew, and the snow-covered leaves fell from the trees and stabbed into the snow like ice blades.
Finally, when the Fool on the tarot card reached the cliff, it stopped moving. Gryffindor held his breath and moved lightly on the dead leaves with the fairy's sword.
Specks of blood appeared on the snow. He knew that he was close.
He went around two fir trees. Under the moonlight, the tall and thin man stood in the empty space in the forest. The moonlight shone on his gray hair and gave him a pale layer of makeup.
"You can't escape, Silby," Gryffindor exhaled and drew a thin line on the ground with the sharp edge of his sword.
Silby slowly raised his head. The corner of his mouth was bleeding profusely, but this time, the blood that flowed out was red. It wasn't black. There was a faint silver in the red.
"Godric, get out of the way …"
Silby swayed, his hand covering his bleeding abdomen.
"This time, there are no rules to save you, Silby. You can't escape this place. If you go back and get treated, you still have a chance of survival. If you continue to be stubborn, I'm afraid that I won't have to do anything. You'll bleed to death. "
"Ah … Yes …"
Silby covered his abdomen. "I underestimated your determination."
Then, he sneered. "But, you're just a summer worm. How can you know the coldness of the winter night?"
Gryffindor didn't waste any more words with him. Under the moonlight, he jumped high and slashed his sword at Silby.
Silby gasped for breath. He covered his abdomen with one hand and raised his other hand to draw a cross. Following his movements, two sharp barriers appeared like shadows. The area of the barriers was extremely large, and they cut through the pine trees and snow.
Gryffindor didn't want to take Silby's barrier head-on. If he still wanted to slash down, the only result would be that he would be cut in half by the barrier. He immediately gave up on the idea of slashing at Sylby. Instead, he turned his body sideways in the air and made a strange arc in the air. He dodged Sylby's attack, but at the same time, he wanted to use the momentum to attack his enemy.
Silby covered his abdomen and stumbled ten meters away, avoiding Gryffindor's slash from the sky.
Gryffindor didn't give up after his probing attack failed. He bent down, lowered his shoulder, and held his sword. He charged straight at Silby. He looked fierce when he lowered his shoulder, but in fact, he only used 30% of his strength. He was waiting for Silby to dodge and close in on him like a shadow. His left hand seemed to be casually placed at his side, but he was actually pulling out his wand.
As expected, Silby's attention was attracted by the wand. He hurriedly drew another wind blade and slashed at Gryffindor's left hand that was holding the wand.
???? The distance between the two was so close that they could hear each other's breathing.
Gryffindor was experienced on the battlefield and knew that this was his chance. He threw away his wand without hesitation and held his sword in a reverse grip. He bent down to dodge the wind blade and used the momentum to hit Silby's head with his elbow.
Silby raised his head and used it to hit Gryffindor's head! In the process of hitting Gryffindor's head, his oil figure turned into the head of a huge black rhinoceros.
With a muffled sound, a long bloody wound appeared on his forehead. However, it was only a bloody wound, and nothing more!
Gryffindor groaned in pain. The web between his thumb and forefinger was torn by the huge recoil, and warm blood immediately flowed down.
The fairy's sword flew out of her hand and stabbed straight into the snow ten meters away.
???? At the same time, Silby took a deep breath. He clenched his fist and punched out. His fist was covered in flames and turned into lava.
Gryffindor knew that if he was hit by this punch, he would end up like Silby, with his organs destroyed.
It was hard to imagine that this guy could still fight so well even after being poisoned and having his organs destroyed.
However, Gryffindor was not someone to be trifled with. At the moment of life and death, he grabbed Silby's burning fist with one hand and used his knee to hit Silby's lower abdomen, while using his other hand to punch Silby's face.
???? Faced with Gryffindor's counterattack, Silby could not dodge and took the full brunt of the punch and kick. His cheekbone caved in and he spat out a few teeth.
A crazed blood-red color gushed out from his eyes. Accompanied by this madness, a green shadow appeared behind Gryffindor. The shadow raised its scythe and slashed down heavily!
Gryffindor sensed the will of death behind him. After the first attack, he did not continue fighting and retreated. The scythe of death slashed down heavily, but it hit nothing.
Gryffindor became extremely calm and determined after entering battle mode. As he retreated, he hooked one of his legs and the fairy's sword flew high into the air. After rolling a few times, it returned to his hand.
With the sword in his hand, he immediately switched from retreating to attacking, from retreating to attacking at full speed. The snow turned into mud under his feet. In less than two seconds, he appeared in front of Silby again and slashed down with his sword. This time, it was not so easy to dodge.
Silby's eyes were bruised and he had lost five or six teeth. Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth as he panted heavily, as if there was a broken bellows in his lungs.
He raised his hand and grabbed Gryffindor's sword. A barrier appeared in his palm, but the huge force destroyed the barrier and broke his upper arm into three pieces.
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