Chapter 13164, MAN.vs.MAN

The magic circle on the ground extended extremely fast, and those Aurors who led the students to flee in all directions were not spared. When the magic circle caught up with them, they fell to their knees one after another, some strangled their throats, some tore their faces , eyeballs bulging.

Within a radius of more than 100 meters, the smell of blood permeated the air.

At this moment, the four principals also gave up their unnecessary resistance, and they quickly evacuated the place with the students.

Silby walked in the magma, talking to himself.

"A wizard is not a play, a wizard is not a fairy tale, a wizard is a wizard!"

He clenched his palm into a fist and smashed it to the ground.

Within the giant eye pattern on the ground, several red tentacles appeared around all the fallen people.

"The farce of a thousand years, it is time to end."

After speaking, he stood up and spread his five fingers.

All the tentacles on the ground open sharp mouthparts from the top, with layers of sharp teeth in the middle of the mouthparts.

However, just as he was about to turn his claws into fists and slaughter them all.

A figure suddenly rushed out of nothingness without warning, and he suddenly jumped on Sylby like this, as if a passionate long-distance couple met suddenly.

Hoffa broke out of the ghost walking state, and hugged Sylby's neck tightly. He was panting, foaming at the mouth, and his muscles were flaccid and trembling. He has no magic power. The magic power comes from the magic power crystal on Sylby's remaining mechanical broken arm. It was only then that he exhausted his last bit of strength and used the last ghost walk, and finally approached Sylby.

Sylby was taken aback for a moment, and after seeing the extra person on his body, he raised his wand and laughed loudly, mockingly: "My brother, you haven't fallen yet?"

While speaking, he pinched Hoffa with one hand.

"However, now that things have come to this, what else do you want to do? Do you come to seek refuge with me, or do you expect me to praise you?"

"Hey you. Hugh. Think!"

Hoffa's teeth chattered, his arms drooped weakly, and the magic power in his body fell to the bottom at this moment. His fingers began to dry out, his cheekbones gradually protruded, and he finally experienced the horror of the Slytherin curse for himself.

"Don't think about it?"

Sylby held up Hoffa's wand: "Oh? You didn't come to join me, so you came here to grab the wand?"

Pinching Hoffa, Sylby smiled evilly: "My brother, you are very handy with the wand, what do you want me to do?"

After speaking, he opened his mouth. In front of Hoffa, he swallowed Hoffa's wand with an expression of enjoyment.

"What do you do with me?"

He stuck it on Hoffa's face with utmost sarcasm: "Without the magic power of the four founders, you are nothing, nothing."

Both Hoffa's magic power and life bottomed out, he was cursed and strangled, but he managed to squeeze out a smile: "That's right, but. But, I have. Tom Riddle."

"What?" There was a hint of doubt on Sylby's handsome face, "What Tom Riddle?"

A difficult smile appeared on Hoffa's twitching face, and he murmured, "The Slytherin curse is really uncomfortable."

In the next second, a black shadow emerged from Hoffa's seven orifices and poured into Silby's body. The distance between their faces was a few centimeters, and at such a close distance, Sylby was stunned for a second, and then his complexion changed drastically.

He flung Hoffa away, but was too late.

Black air drilled into his facial features, like maggots on tarsal bones. Quickly began to draw his magic power and strengthen himself.

He is cursed again.

On the ground, the out-of-control blood eye magic circle faded away like a tide, and those bloody tentacles turned into dots of red magic power in the air, dissipating without a trace.

The people who fell on the ground screamed one after another, curled up into a ball, and coughed tremblingly.

"ah!!!"

Sylby clutched his temples, and let out a loud growl.

Behind him, Tom Riddle, who was holding the ground, opened his mouth and spewed out a stream of blood. His face was pale and he fell heavily on the ground. The blood oozed out from all his five sense organs, and the huge spiritual backlash directly destroyed his mental power. field.

But the Slytherin curse had been planted.

Sylby stumbled and clutched his chest, looking at his palms, the palms were pale, he was dripping with cold sweat, and his teeth were chattering wildly.

But his reaction was also extremely fast. The moment he was cursed, he locked the source, and he rushed towards Tom Riddle.

Hoffa had already lost all his strength, but looking at Sylby, he didn't know where the strength came from. He kicked off the wall and jumped up, dragging his calf, dragging him to the ground, and holding him firmly. , shouted: "Protect Tom Riddle!!"

Dumbledore and the Aurors immediately understood what Hoffa meant, and they quickly turned around and surrounded Slytherin House in such a dense crowd that they completely surrounded Tom Riddle.

Sylby's strength and magic declined rapidly, and he turned around and punched Hoffa in the face.

"Bastard!"

Sylby's teeth chattered with hatred: "Ho ho ho, where did you get the curse from!?"

Hoffa didn't show any weakness either. He opened his mouth to spit on the opponent's face, and punched it back: "Is this also in your plan, Sylby?"

He raised his hand to grab Hoffa, grabbed his collar, and snarled: "You, you. Do you know. You know what you're doing!?"

"Of course I know." Hoffa stared at him firmly.

Sylby's magic power was swept away by the curse, and his fingers began to twitch. He stuck in front of Hoffa's eyes, and said with a bitter smile, "Hey, you're nothing but just a lucky boy who doesn't know anything. "

"Yeah but, but...but I know what's wrong!!" Hoffa pressed his face firmly into his nostrils and lips, trying to push him away. However, at this moment, his strength has also declined to the limit.

"Wrong ho ho wrong? Wrong? I tell you, ho ho."

The curse spread across Sylby's face, making the whites of his eyes red and the veins on his neck exposed. His teeth trembled, but he was unbelievably firm.

"In the world ho. In the world, there is no wrong. There is no right or wrong. There is only... ho. There is only success or failure."

After speaking, he punched Hoffa in the face.

"Shit."

Hoffa also punched him in the face.

"Ho ho. Stupid pathetic" He put a trembling finger on Hoffa's chin.

This time, none of their fists were as strong as before. But despite this, the two fought like dogs fighting for bones in the mud. If you kick me, I will punch you, if you scratch me, I will give you a palm.

One blow is softer than the other, but neither party stops first. This is not a physical fight at all, but a contest between pure wills, a fight between souls.

Gradually, everyone gathered around.

The Minister of Magic, Dumbledore, the dean, the teachers, teaching assistants, and students all surrounded him.

They looked in disbelief at the two people who were covered in bruises but still madly entangled in the mud pit. They were so embarrassed that they couldn't tell who was who.

Hoffa's face was covered in blood, and he locked Silby's neck, with his knees on his back. Silby pushed Hoffa's chin, and clasped his throat with one hand, spitting blood and foam from the corner of his mouth.

Who can imagine that this is a battle between two wizards?

Dumbledore was startled, he was shocked, he raised his wand, pointed at Sylby, and shouted angrily: "It's over, half-human king!!"

But Sylby didn't look at Dumbledore at all. While trembling, he clutched Hoffa's arm tightly, staring into his eyes with gray eyes, with pain on his face, and an indescribably weird smile.

"Ho ho. I know. I know"

He smiled hard.

Seeing this guy laugh, Hoffa instinctively felt that something was wrong.

"what do you know.?"

Hoffa tried to tear his hand apart, but this time, even in the cursed state, Sylby's fingers still hooked Hoffa firmly like an iron hook.

"Ho-ho. Dude we're like, like. Two sides of the coin ho-ho."

While talking, his body turned into dust and scattered with the wind.

Hoffa tore at his ear with his fingers, and said with a distorted face: "You don't want to escape!"

Sylby turned over and pressed Hoffa heavily, gritted his teeth, and drooled: "But I am the front. Ho-ho. More than a thousand years ago, no one was my opponent. A thousand years later, ho-ho .Nor will I be the most fucking genius wizard ever, always. Always!"

While speaking, half of his body had already disintegrated, and the other half gradually disintegrated.

Hoffa realized that the man had lost his lower body, and immediately yelled at the top: "Stop him, seal, enchantment, no matter what magic it is!"

Those wizards on the top were not fools either. When Sylby first started deserting, countless Aurors and wizards raised their wands, condensing layer after layer of shields in the air, layer after layer of magic knots. boundary.

"I I. I admire your will. Ho ho. This time, ho. Let's say you win, but I swear. I swear ho. ho. As long as I'm alive, I'll let you know. Ho. What is reality!!"

Sylby opened his bloody mouth, and opened his mouth to bite Hoffa.

Hoffa punched Sylby in the mouth.

This punch didn't hit anything.

"Late. Ho. Hahahahaha."

Sylby's upper body turned into wind and sand, and after finishing these words, his head completely disappeared and drifted away with the wind, and those defensive barriers did not stop him at all.

Hoffa punched the ground with a fist and hit nothing.

He panted heavily, and wiped the ground. Sylby had long since disappeared, not even ashes remained, and disappeared without a trace, including his wand.

Anger and frustration made him fall to his knees, straighten up, bend down, and hit the ground with his fists.

"hateful!"

"hateful!"

"hateful!"

"hateful!"

"hateful!"

"hateful."

He crawled and beat the ground, repeating over and over again, his voice getting lower and lower until it slowly disappeared. He fell to his knees motionless.

The surroundings fell into death-like depression and silence. After the sudden and crazy battle ended, more than half of the original magnificent ancient school had collapsed, and there were ruins and residual flames everywhere.

The ghost of the castle hovered in the sky silently and terrified, daring not to land.

In the sky, the bright moon was still coldly casting moonlight on the ground, and the moonlight shone on Hoffa who was kneeling, making his figure look longer than the elders.

A gust of cold wind blew, strands of gray hair fluttered with the wind, and fell on the faces of the surrounding wizards who raised their wands.

Only then did they react from the shock of the half-human king's disappearance and looked at Hoffa who was motionless on the ground. Aglea and Miranda suddenly wanted to rush down.

But he was stopped by Dumbledore. He stared at Hoffa who was lying motionless on the ground, and said softly, "I'll come, don't shake him violently."

Afterwards, he walked down the slope and slowly picked up Hoffa.

After being picked up, people realized that he had passed out from exhaustion. His gray hair fell off slowly with the wind. When Dumbledore took a little step, the nails on his fingers fell to the ground due to the vibration, revealing the pale flesh and blood behind them.

Dumbledore stood for a while, stretched out his hand, not daring to touch this fragile body any more. He directly used magic to make Hoffa float in the air, then raised his wand, backed away slowly, and separated the crowd.

The crowd silently parted a way for him, Aglaya covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. Miranda held her shoulders, said nothing, her face was gloomy and pale.

Osilvia looked at Hoffa, who was floating in the sky, his nails were all gone, but his fists were still clenched, his eyes were extremely complicated.

As the school hospital was completely destroyed, Dumbledore led Hoffa towards the hall.

Several other deans picked up other injured students present, such as Tom Riddle and some prefects, and the four walked towards the hall together.

A large number of teachers and students followed behind them.

Back in the Great Hall, Dumbledore placed Hoffapin in the air and magically created a void platform on which he floated.

Countless students gathered around the platform, and even the Minister of Magic squeezed sideways in front of the crowd, as if he wanted to witness this legendary boy who released a super shield.

At this time, all the students around suddenly raised their hands in unison and folded their palms together. They looked at the young man lying on the magic platform and began to pray silently.

Dumbledore walked up to Slughorn and said softly, "Cure him, whatever it takes."

Slughorn, who was as fat as a walrus, took out a silk handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat from his head, turned his head and struggled to get out of the crowd, as if he was going to get medicine.

Then, Dumbledore walked up to the Minister of Magic who was still in a state of astonishment, and said:

"Let Principal Armando and the other school doctors come back. Although the principal is wrong, he is not guilty of death. You cannot let a Hogwarts principal die outside his post. This will lead to unimaginable consequences."

But the Minister of Magic didn't seem to hear him at all, but he stared at Hoffa floating in the sky without blinking, and suddenly asked, "What's his name?"

But Dumbledore stood in front of Hoffa, blocked the eyes of the Minister of Magic, and said coldly:

"Now is not the time, Leonard, don't let fame and politics ruin the light of the world."

"Well"

But the Minister of Magic shrugged, his eyes still passed Dumbledore's shoulders, fixed on Hoffa, not knowing what he was thinking.

Thank you for your rewards, ten thousand words today.