The moment the black shadow wrapped itself around Silby's body, Silby felt an unbearable pain in his body. His entire body began to tremble uncontrollably. He could no longer keep his eyes closed. He abruptly opened his eyes, but his vision was tormented by this sudden and intense pain that was tormenting him into a vast expanse of white. Compared to this, the poison that Hufflepuff had given him was not even worth mentioning.
"Ah!!!"
The blue ghost puppet behind him disappeared, and the fairy's sword fell to the ground. Silby covered his head and screamed. He stumbled backwards and stomped on the ground. His entire body was sent flying through the air. His back slammed into a branch three meters away, and he fell to the ground. The snow on the ground was crushed, and the branches and leaves scattered everywhere.
"Ah!! Bastard …!! "
He struggled to get up. He could still move, and he even wanted to kill Slytherin. However, when he walked, it was obvious that he was limping. His movement speed was greatly reduced.
At this time, Slytherin pointed his wand, and another black shadow wrapped around Silby's body. Silby, who had just gotten up, could not take it anymore. He frantically rolled around in the snow. He reached for his throat, and his fingernails dug into his skin. However, his muscles were as hard as rocks.
Gryffindor, who was lying in the snow, was stunned by his painful movements.
???? When he looked at Slytherin again, he saw that his face was as white as chalk. His eyes were bloodshot, and his expression was extremely distorted. It seemed that he was enduring unbearable pain.
"Ugh!!"
Silby, who was rolling on the ground, immediately turned his head and looked at Slytherin with a ferocious gaze. He was like a ferocious beast that was struggling on its deathbed.
Following that gaze, an invisible spiritual force field collided. Slytherin's entire body was trembling, but he held onto his wand tightly. However, his teeth had already bitten through his lips.
After a moment of stalemate, Silby was defeated.
In the blink of an eye, the black shadow had spread to his eyes. He painfully tore at his face, and he did not even realize that his face was being torn apart. His strength was quickly decreasing. He supported himself on the ground and crawled up like a drunkard. He stuttered, "This … This … What … What … Magic …?"
"This is a curse spell that I invented!"
Slytherin said with a hoarse voice. His nose was bleeding non-stop, and his face was as white as paper. "When you emerged from Pandora, I was already thinking of a way to defeat you. You are not the only one in the world who can invent curses. Silby! "
Snowflakes fell from the sky and landed on Silby's face... he finally realized that he had paid the price for his isolation and research. Slytherin's improvement was greater than he had imagined. More than ten years ago, he had lost to Gryffindor in a duel. But if they were to fight now, Gryffindor would not be able to defeat him.
He did not dare to continue fighting. He crawled up from the ground and tried his best to overcome the terrible pain in his body. He staggered and ran away.
Slythrin slowly propped himself up from the ground. Even though his Spirit had just suffered a heavy blow, he didn't stop at all. He continued to walk towards Silby's direction, one step higher than the other, one step lower than the other.
The two of them weren't fast, but Sylvie was even slower. Mana and stamina were rapidly draining from his body. He tried his best to put some distance between him and Slythrin, but the cruel reality was that … The distance between them was getting shorter and shorter!
In order to prevent outsiders from invading the Hogwarts, he had set up a magic circle to prevent Mirage Transfiguration in the Hogwarts. But now, it seemed that he had been caught in a trap of his own making.
He did not dare to look back. He ran as fast as he could towards the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest. As long as he could leave the Forbidden Forest, he would be able to Mirage Transfiguration and leave the Hogwarts. That was, if he could still use Mirage Transfiguration by then.
But before he could get far, the man behind him mercilessly chased after him. He was like a grim reaper who chased after him relentlessly. Cold and cruel.
Silby tripped over a tree branch and fell to the ground like a child.
???? "Damn it!"
Under the effects of the curse, Silby felt that his limbs were no longer under his control. He had to crawl on all fours just to be able to crawl.
The pursuing Slythrin was getting closer and closer. He waved his magic wand and started chanting a huge spell!
The huge explosion overturned the ground and the forest. Chunks of snow and rocks fell to the ground with a rumble.
Silby rolled a few times on the ground and barely managed to dodge Slytherin's attack. He then used his remaining magic to create a defensive wall made of mud, hoping to stop Slytherin's advance.
But in the next second, the defensive wall was torn apart like a piece of paper. Slytherin kicked the wall away with a powerful kick. The pair of green eyes on his pale face were cold and threatening. It was a sight to behold! He lowered his head and looked at Silby's position. He then raised his wand and shouted, "Obliterate Bones!"
???? It was too late for Silby to dodge this spell. The spell landed directly on his chest. Silby felt his vision go dark. He could hear the sound of his bones cracking under the weight of the spell. He believed that his sternum had also cracked. He felt an itch in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood. The snowy ground below Silby's back collapsed and shattered. The impact sent Silby flying dozens of meters away. He fell to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
The immense pain almost made him cry tears of joy. He arrived at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. This was the edge of the Forbidden Mirage Transfiguration Spell. He could finally use the Mirage Transfiguration Spell.
Without any hesitation, he used the last bit of magic in his body and used the Mirage Transfiguration Spell.
Slytherin's expression did not change. His eyes were as cold as steel. He followed Silby's Mirage Transfiguration Spell and disappeared.
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Fifty kilometers away from the Scottish coastline, Silby's Mirage Transfiguration Spell appeared. At this point, his magic was completely depleted. The curse spell made him look like a useless person.
He had lost his magic and was lying on the ground, crawling forward like a maggot. Finally, he came to the end of the cliff. Behind him were thorny bushes covered with snow, but in front of him was the coastline of the Atlantic Ocean. The wild sea breeze blew his hair and made a sound.
He lay on the edge of the cliff at the end of the Scottish mountains. He looked down at the coastline that was almost a thousand meters below him. He was in despair.
With his magic sealed, his Mirage Transfiguration Spell could only reach this position. In this place, there was no heaven, no earth, no door into the earth. It was a complete dead end.
His plan had failed before it even started.
"Why are you doing this to me …!?" He thought of his efforts without caring about the time and cost. He thought of the great injustice and flaws in the world. He looked up and roared, as if he was questioning God. "Why are you doing this to me!?"
No one answered.
Misfortune never comes alone. The space behind him was distorted again.
Slytherin, who was wearing a dark green suit, followed him. The Mirage Transfiguration Spell appeared at the end of the Scottish mountains. He pursed his lips. His steps were firm and unyielding. However, the muscles on his face were twitching in pain.
Seeing Slytherin striding towards him, Silby's eyes burned with the desire to live! In the pain and suffocation, he muttered to himself unwillingly.??? "No, I … How can I die here?"
He instinctively grabbed his chest with both hands. It was as if he was trying to drag the terrifying curse out of his body. However, it was futile. Slytherin stepped forward and kicked Silby's head!
Silby's head hit the rock beside him. The snow on the rock was blown away. A bloody wound appeared on Silby's forehead. His face was covered in blood.
However, at this moment, he smiled inexplicably. He touched a feather in his bosom. At this moment, he felt the weight of fate.
Slythrin grabbed one of Silby's legs and coldly dragged him away from the cliff, dragging him down the mountain. He planned to bring him back to the Hogwarts and imprison him forever.
Silby, who was being dragged, was lying on the ground. He was gasping for air as he was dragged into the snow. Despite being hit repeatedly, he unexpectedly didn't beg for mercy. Instead, he used the last of his strength to kick Slythrin's chest.
He kicked Slytherin back two steps. Then, he used the force of the kick to break free from Slytherin's grip. He used his elbows to slowly crawl towards the edge of the cliff.
Slytherin looked at Silby in shock. His entire body was twitching under the curse. His intestines were flowing out of the wound on his abdomen. However, he still clung to the ground and crawled forward. He knew the power of the curse he had created. An ordinary person would have lost consciousness from the pain. However, this guy was still persevering. What was he persevering for?
???? "Why are you still resisting so stubbornly? Let go!"
Slytherin shouted. It was as if he wanted to wake the Madman up.
However, the Madman did not even look at him. He continued to crawl. Slytherin walked to his side and bent down. "Give up. You don't have any more chances."
As he crawled, Silby whispered hoarsely, "… Kill … Kill me … Unless, you kill me …"
"You think I don't dare?" Slytherin said through gritted teeth. He pulled out his wand and pointed it at Silby.
"Ha … Ha … Ha …" Silby only laughed. His chest was pumping like a broken bellows. His eyes were filled with determination as he continued to crawl towards the edge of the cliff.
Large snowflakes fell from the sky. The wind in the Far North was as cold as a blade. The weather was so cold. However, the way the man crawled on the snowy ground was especially tragic.
Salazar Slytherin raised his wand with trembling hands. However, he could not cast the Death Curse. Tears slowly flowed from his eyes.
"Why …?"
He asked in pain. The hatred he had for him in the past had disappeared the moment the Queen of Pandora revealed her true appearance. They had been together for more than ten years. They had fought together and built the Empire. After the Empire collapsed, they had built the Hogwarts. Now, they had fallen apart because of differences in ideals. At this moment, even he found it difficult to do anything.
"Didn't you … Didn't you … Hmph … You wanted to kill me for a long time …"
Silby laughed as he crawled. He was as slow as a snail. There was nothing else in his eyes.
"Why are you doing this? Don't you have a heart!?" Slytherin roared. "We built this together. How can you give up so easily?"
Silby continued to crawl. The pain from the curse was torturing him. His handsome face was covered with snow and blood. He no longer had the demeanor of a top-tier wizard. Due to the twitching of his muscles, his joints were all twisted.
But even so, he was still smiling. He was smiling as he dragged his broken body and crawled into the distance in the blizzard, towards the cliff.
"You're still laughing!?"
Slytherin's wand turned into a snake whip and lashed at Silby. He roared, "Why do you have to go against everyone? Why do you have to make us suffer so much?!"
Silby was unmoved. He dragged his broken body and crawled to the edge of the cliff. He leaned half of his body over the edge. The wind at the edge of the cliff blew his hair. It was a thousand-meter cliff near the Atlantic Ocean. There were many hidden reefs below. There was no chance of survival if he jumped down.
Slytherin saw that Silby wanted to jump off the cliff. He reached out his hand and said with a trembling voice, "As long as you're willing to turn back and give up on your unrealistic thoughts, we can still be friends. I'll remove the curse for you and hide you in a place where no one can find you."
Silby lay on the cliff, panting as he looked at Slytherin. Under the curse, his expression softened.
"How long have we known each other, Salazar?"
"Fifteen years," Slytherin said.
"Fifteen years … Ah … In the past, I didn't really acknowledge you … But now … You're my master …" Silby said, "You win."
He reached out his hand as if begging Slytherin for help.
Slytherin thought that he had changed his mind. He quickly took a deep breath to calm his emotions. He reached out his hand and tried to pull him up from the cliff.
To his surprise, the blood-stained hand covered Salazar Slythrin's face powerlessly but firmly. He heard Silby murmur, "Master … Your viciousness and kindness … are not pure enough. In the future, it will be very painful …"
After saying that, he faintly smiled and used the last of his strength to push Slythrin, using the reaction force to fall into the bottomless abyss. He was like a broken doll.
Slytherin knelt on the edge of the cliff, stunned.
As he fell, Silby pulled out a feather from his chest and said to it, "Dragonfinch, I'm going to die."
The feather was instantly burned to ashes.
A strange bird's cry echoed through the clouds.
Slytherin looked down from the cliff. A giant owl spread its wings and flew across the coastline like lightning. It grabbed the crippled man's back with its hook-like claws and dragged him into the clouds.
The crippled man looked at him and waved, as if it was his last farewell.
Many years later, Slytherin still remembered this scene. He saw it as the price he had to pay for his hesitation. It was a fleeting scene that no one else would ever see again.
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