At this moment of life and death, Gryffindor's sharp sword was already pressing down on his head. Even if he was in his normal state, he would not be able to withstand the enormous strength of the sword. Not to mention that he was currently injured. If he was hit by the sword, he would probably be cut in half on the spot.
???? Silby had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time. His right hand, which had been covering his abdomen, suddenly reached out and grabbed Gryffindor's head! It looked as if he was holding Gryffindor's face, and the muscles on his right arm were as tense as iron!
???? This gesture of holding Gryffindor's face looked like a lover's caress, and it even carried a hint of tenderness. Gryffindor was caught off guard, and his expression changed drastically!
Silby let out a cruel roar from his throat! The muscles on his right arm tightened like iron, and he pressed down with all his might.
Crack!!
With a loud sound, Gryffindor's head was pressed down and slammed against the fir tree behind Silby. At the moment of impact, a dazzling blue and white electric current burst out from between his fingers like fireworks.
Gryffindor's head was smashed into the tree trunk, and the tree trunk, which was wide enough for a person to wrap their arms around, was smashed into two halves.
Boom!!
The electric current burned fiercely under the immense magical power. Gryffindor pressed down violently.
Gryffindor crashed into the tree trunk and flew out. He fell onto the snowy ground, leaving a long groove in the snow. His head was bleeding profusely.
Silby picked up the Fairy Sword that Gryffindor had dropped from the ground and walked forward slowly.
Gryffindor fell to the ground, gasping for breath. His face turned from pale to ashen. Although his vision was blurred and he was dizzy, he knew that he could not afford to be careless at this critical moment.
He struggled to get up and looked at Silby in disbelief. He saw that Silby was holding a sword in one hand and clutching his abdomen with the other. He was in a sorry state and looked at him cruelly, like a beast on the verge of death.
"How … how is this possible …" he muttered in shock.
He had acted so decisively just now because he was sure that Silby had one hand covering the wound that didn't have a stomach. Otherwise, his intestines would definitely fall to the ground. If that happened, he would die if he moved even a little, let alone fight.
But now, after Silby moved his hand away, Gryffindor was shocked to find a pink stomach wriggling in the hole in his abdomen. Gryffindor couldn't understand this. Could organs grow out just like that?!
However, he soon found out the answer. Silby didn't immediately use the fairy's sword to kill him. Instead, he walked to the side and lifted the broken tree trunk with one hand.
Gryffindor was shocked to see that within the fallen branches. There was also a huge creature lying on the ground. It was a unicorn. It wasn't dead yet, but it was on the verge of death.
The culprit behind its miserable state was its abdomen. There was a big hole in its abdomen, and its stomach was gone.
Silby stabbed the fairy's sword into the snow with one hand and knelt down with one hand covering his abdomen. Then, he opened his mouth and bit the dying unicorn's throat like a hungry hyena.
The unicorn's throat was bitten open, and silver blood flowed into Silby's mouth. The wound on his abdomen, his broken arm, and the dent in his cheek gradually recovered.
After finishing the blood sucking, Silby wiped his mouth and stood up from the snow. He pulled out his sword again. His body was covered in blood, and his aura gradually increased until it was terrifying.
"You actually … killed a unicorn …"
Gryffindor recognized that the unicorn on the snow was Ravenclaw's mount, a pure and holy creature. Now, it had been cruelly killed and had its blood sucked out.
"You disappoint me …" Gryffindor said with trembling teeth. He ignored the violent trembling in his head and gritted his teeth as he got up from the ground. He roared angrily, "How can you be such a person? You disappoint me!"
"What a joke. Is the unicorn's life more precious than mine?" Silby said arrogantly and coldly. "Any old legend is superstition. Only a fool would believe it."
He swept his sword across the unicorn's head and cut it off.
"As long as I can live, I'll do anything, Godric. Even if I have to move your organs to my body, I'll do it."
He held his sword and walked unsteadily towards Gryffindor. "I won't die. I won't die before I complete the task that God has given me … Hehehe …"
He laughed as he spoke, and the determination in his laughter was frightening.
"Bastard, I've misjudged you!"
Gryffindor's face contorted. He ignored the pain in his head and struggled to get up from the ground. He reached out with one hand and the wand flew into his hand. "Bastard, I've misjudged you!"
The wand in his hand transformed into a two-meter-long cross-shaped hammer. He held the hammer, and countless golden runes lit up on his body. He shouted angrily, "How can you be so unscrupulous?! You don't deserve to be the headmaster of Hogwarts! "
With that, he picked up his war hammer and charged towards Silby without any regard for his own life.
The agitated Gryffindor's movements were full of flaws in Silby's eyes.
He pointed with one hand and the hammer in Gryffindor's hand turned into a weak willow twig.
After that, he kicked Gryffindor's abdomen. The huge impact pressed against his abdomen, causing him to fly out and crash into a coniferous tree.
The impact caused Gryffindor to spit out a mouthful of blood. Half of his body was buried in the snow that fell from the branches. Gryffindor was now powerless to resist. He leaned against the trunk of the tree, his eyes filled with darkness.
Silby flew forward mercilessly, holding the fairy's sword and slashing towards Gryffindor's neck.
Suddenly, a green figure appeared silently from behind the tree where Gryffindor had fallen. The figure's eyes shone with a dangerous apricot color in the darkness.
Silby's hair stood on end when he saw the green figure. He closed his eyes without hesitation. He stopped and stood there motionlessly.
Gryffindor was startled when he heard the light footsteps from behind the tree. He wanted to turn around, but his eyes were covered by a pair of hands. "Close your eyes. Let me handle this."
It was Salazar Slytherin. Gryffindor let out a sigh of relief. "Be careful, Salazar," he said.
Slytherin did not speak. He took off his dark green cloak, revealing his muscular body. He was 35 years old, the age when a wizard was at his most energetic and powerful. The snakes slithered across the snow, coiling around the tree trunk, the fallen leaves, and Slytherin's body.
Silby closed his eyes and smiled. "I was wondering who came at the right time. It's my master."
Slytherin said, "Actually, Godric never wanted to kill you. He only wanted to lock you up, but you didn't hesitate to kill him. Even for someone like me, you're too despicable."
"Drag me back and lock me up in a cage? Make it so that I can never realize my own value. "Silby tilted his head and sneered." Then you might as well kill me. "
"It's a waste to kill you, Silby. It's not easy for wizards to grow to our level. "
"Fruits are meant to be eaten when they're ripe, Salazar. If they fall to the ground and rot, no one will know how delicious they are. It's meaningless."
"Those weird ideas of yours, those crooked methods, they sound reasonable at first, but no one can do it. This world has always been dominated by the elites. Some people can't use magic well even if you give it to them, "Slytherin said sincerely.
Silby shook his head and raised the fairy's sword. He closed his eyes and said, "More than ten years ago, you told me that people are only real when they're about to die. I agree with you now. Come, Salazar. "
The muscles on Slytherin's face trembled. He didn't say anything else. He bent down and opened his hands slightly. His green eyes burned fiercely, making people think of a poisonous snake grinding its teeth and dripping saliva.
Then, he suddenly opened his mouth and his tongue turned into a bird snake. The bird snake had blue feathers all over its body. In less than three seconds, the bird snake that was as long as a finger turned into a terrifying monster that was nearly 100 meters long.
It opened its bloody mouth and bit down on Silby.
Silby didn't dare to open his eyes. He knew that if he met Salazar Slytherin's snake eyes, he would be petrified immediately, even if he didn't die. So, he only used a vague sense of what was happening outside.
Snow swirled in the air and a strong wind blew. The terrifying creature in front of him was already descending, bringing with it blood and death.
His ears twitched, and then his body swayed, dodging the bird snake's earth-shattering attack.
But it didn't hit the bird snake.
After missing its attack, the bird snake shrank and became unusually agile. Its speed was at least five or six times faster than Silby's. It was impossible for the naked eye to catch its shadow.
Then, it grew bigger again and landed with another earth-shattering attack!
Boom!
There was a loud noise. This time, the bird snake was even bigger. The ground shook three times, and a large area of trees leaned at least 30 degrees to the left. Gryffindor hugged the branches tightly to prevent himself from flying into the sky.
Silby, who had his eyes closed, was in an even worse state. He had to jump back and forth to avoid the bird snake's repeated attacks.
But at this time, he could roughly guess what Slytherin was using to attack him.
After missing its attack, the bird snake circled around again and rose up high. It flapped its wings and grew bigger again.
Silby kicked a piece of snow, and it flew high into the air. As it flew, Silby raised his hand and pointed, and the snow turned into a thin bottle. The bottle's mouth was small, and the bottom was big.
The bird snake, which was about to attack Silby, saw the open bottle, and immediately became like a cat that saw a mouse. Under its instincts, it quickly shrank and burrowed its head into the bottle.
Silby caught the bottle in mid-air and firmly closed it.
Gryffindor was dumbfounded. Even with his eyes closed, Lin Li was able to deduce the Birdsnake's location and subdue it quickly. Furthermore, he was poisoned. Gryffindor knew that he would not be able to do that.
However, no one was cheering for Silby. The action of subduing the bird snake had exposed a flaw in his defense. At this time, Slytherin had already appeared beside Silby like a ghost. He raised his hands high and turned them into thousands of thin snakes, stabbing them deeply into Silby's lower abdomen.
Silby, who couldn't see, was caught off guard and was stabbed. He quickly retreated, and then rolled to one knee on the ground. He clutched his abdomen tightly with his hand and clenched his bloody teeth. He gasped for breath with his eyes closed, and his expression was extremely fierce.
Slytherin saw that his wounds were mismatched. Although the unicorn's organs and blood could prolong his life for a while, it couldn't prolong it. Slytherin viciously attacked the mismatched abdomen, causing Silby to suffer a lot of damage.
As the battle reached its climax, countless snakes gathered. Zizi of various sizes climbed up the branches and spoke at the same time.
"You're the only one who can last this long against the four of us. Slytherin hissed, "Unfortunately, you can't see. How are you going to escape from here?"
The voice came from all directions, carrying a strong sense of bewitchment, causing one's mind to waver. Silby, who had his eyes tightly shut, couldn't tell which direction he was going.
Slytherin held his wand and slowly approached amidst the murmurs of the snakes.
??? Silby didn't move. He slowly stood up with the fairy's sword. He bit his finger and smeared it in between his eyebrows, chanting, "Puppet of the Demon Spirit."
Suddenly, a blue spirit appeared behind him. The blue spirit looked at Slytherin, who was glaring at Silby with his almond-yellow eyes.
After confirming his position, Silby suddenly moved and slashed his sword towards Slytherin.
Slytherin immediately raised his wand and transformed it into a snake whip full of sharp teeth and barbs.
However, Silby immediately retreated!
Slytherin was confused by Silby's sudden movement. He waved his snake whip and heavily smashed it on the fir tree beside him. The entire tree trunk trembled weakly. The accumulated snow rustled and fell, as if it would break in the next second.
With one move, the old force was gone, and the new force had yet to be generated.
???? Taking advantage of this small opening, Silby's eyes flashed fiercely. He suddenly rushed forward and leaped horizontally. Using all the strength in his body, he stabbed the fairy's sword towards Slytherin's neck.
The distance between the two quickly closed until their faces were almost touching.
In that moment of life and death, Gryffindor, who was lying on the snowy ground, was shocked. Silby's rich combat experience was far beyond his expectations. He couldn't help but shout, "Be careful, Salazar!"
A cold smile appeared on Slythrin's face! The almond-yellow color in his eyes disappeared and was replaced by pure black. As if he had planned this beforehand, a black shadow darted out from under him and quickly wrapped around Silby's body.
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