At the moment when the shadow wrapped around sylby's body, sylby felt a sharp pain coming from his body, and his whole body trembled and trembled involuntarily. He couldn't keep his eyes closed any longer and opened them abruptly, but he was tortured by the sudden severe pain and became white! Compared with it, the poison hechpatch had given him before was not worth mentioning!

"Ah

The blue ghost puppet disappeared behind, and the goblin's sword fell to the ground. With a cry, Silby covered his head, stumbled back, and suddenly stepped on the ground. The whole person was shot out of the air, and his back banged against the branches three meters away. Then he fell to the ground again, crushing the snow on the ground, and scattering branches and leaves everywhere.

"Ah!! Asshole...! "

He struggled to get up, still able to act, even want to kill Slytherin! It's just that he limped obviously when he was walking, and his speed has been greatly reduced.

At this time, Slytherin's wand pointed and another black air wrapped around sylby's body. When he just got up, he couldn't bear it any more. He rolled on the snow crazily. He reached for his throat and dug out blood marks on his skin with his nails. However, the muscles below were as hard as rocks.

Gryffindor, who fell in the snow, was stunned by the extremely painful action.

At this time, looking at Slytherin, his face was as white as chalky stone, his eyes were congested, his expression was distorted, and he seemed to be suffering.

"Er, ah!"

Silby turned his head and looked at Slytherin fiercely. Just like a dying beast, he wants to kill himself.

With that look in his eyes, invisible mental field collision, Slytherin's whole body was shaking, but he held the magic wand and didn't let go. But my teeth have broken my lips.

After a short stalemate, Silby was defeated.

Black blinked into his eyes. He tore his face painfully until he tore it and rolled it. He didn't know it. As his strength rapidly declined, he held on to the ground and climbed up like a dying drunk. Gegebaba asked, "this is... This is... What... What... Magic..."

"This is the curse I developed!"

Slytherin said hoarsely, his nose bleeding constantly, his face pale as paper: "when you stand out from Pandora City, I'm thinking about how to beat you. You are not the only one in the world who can invent incantations. Sylby

The cold snowflakes fell on Silby's face from the sky, and he finally realized that he had paid for his closeness and research. Slytherin's progress is greater than he imagined. More than ten years ago, he lost to Gryffindor in the duel, but if he starts now, I'm afraid Gryffindor will never be his opponent again.

He didn't dare to fight any more. He struggled to get up from the ground, and tried to overcome the terrible feeling of sharp pain all over his body. He staggered to the distance.

And Slytherin also bit by bit from the ground to prop up, although just the spirit suffered a heavy blow, but he did not stop, still high one foot shallow one foot toward the direction of Silby cold walk past.

Both of them are not fast. Sylby's speed is slower. His magic and physical strength are running away from him. He tries to keep a distance from Slytherin, but the cruel reality is. The distance between the two is getting closer and closer!

At the beginning, in order to prevent outsiders from invading Hogwarts, and also for the management of internal personnel, he set up a magic array in Hogwarts to prohibit the transformation of mirage, but now it seems that he is in a bind.

He didn't dare to look back, but he just went to the outside of the forbidden forest with all his strength. As long as he got out of the forbidden forest, he could move out of Hogwarts, if he could.

Just didn't go far, behind that man mercilessly catch up, as cold death has been chasing, cold, cruel.

While running, Silby tripped over a branch and fell to the ground as a child.

"Damn it

Under the curse, Silby found that his hands and feet seemed not to obey. He had to land on all fours to crawl.

Pursuit of Slytherin closer and closer, he waved a magic wand, a big open and close spell bombardment!

The huge explosion overturned the land and the forest, and the snow and stones fell down.

The creeping Silby rolled several circles on the ground in embarrassment, barely avoided Slytherin's attack, and used the residual and weak magic to create a circle of soil defense wall with metamorphosis, hoping to stop Slytherin's step.

But the next second, the defense wall was torn apart like a piece of paper. Slytherin kicked away the wall with a strong kick. The green eyes on his pale face were cold and frightening! As soon as he looked down and saw where sylby was, he raised his wand again: "to pieces!"

Sylby couldn't avoid the curse. The curse hit his chest directly. Sylby only felt dark in front of him. He seemed to hear the "creak creak" of the bone in his ears. He believed that there was a crack in his sternum. He itched in his throat and burst out a mouthful of blood. The snow below sylby's back simply collapsed and broke down, which made him fall to the edge of the forbidden forest.The huge pain almost made him cry with joy. He came to the edge of the forbidden forest. This is the edge of the magic array that he set to forbid the phantom to move. Finally, he can move.

Without the slightest hesitation, he called the last bit of magic in his body, and the phantom disappeared.

Slytherin's face did not waver, his eyes were as cold as iron, and he disappeared with the shadow of Silby.

The shadow of Silby appeared on the Scottish coastline 50 kilometers away from here. At this point, he was completely lack of magic, curse let him describe a useless person.

He lost his magic, lying on the ground, arched forward like a maggot. Finally, he came to the end of the cliff. Behind him was the Bush covered with snow, but in front of him was the coastline of the Atlantic Ocean. The wild sea breeze blew his hair hunting.

He was lying on the cliff at the end of the Scottish mountains, looking at the rocky coastline nearly 1000 meters down, and he was in despair for a moment.

The magic power is forbidden, and his final phantom can only move to this position. Here, there is no heaven and no land, and there is no way to get there. It is a complete end.

His plan was declared a failure before it started.

"Why are you doing this to me...!" Thinking of his efforts regardless of time and cost, and the great unfairness and defects in the world, he raised his head and roared, as if questioning God: "why do you do this to me?"

No one answered.

Misfortune never comes alone, and the space behind is distorted again.

Slytherin, dressed in a dark green suit, followed him and appeared at the end of the Scottish mountains. His lips were tight and his pace was as firm and firm as ever, but the muscles on his face were twitching in pain.

Seeing Slytherin striding forward, sylby's eyes were burning with desire for survival! In the pain and suffocation, he said to himself, "no, I How can I die here? "

His hands instinctively seized the chest, as if to pull the terrible curse out of his body, but in vain, Slytherin strode forward and kicked Silby's head!

Sylby's head hit the rock next to him heavily, and the snow was flying. A terrible blood hole was pulled out in front of sylby's forehead, and his face was covered with blood instantly.

But at this time, he was inexplicably laughing, he felt a light feather in his arms, at this moment, he felt the heavy fate.

Slytherin dragged sylby's leg and dragged him out of the cliff and down the mountain. I'm going to take him back to Hogwarts and imprison him forever.

The dragged Silby fell on the ground and pulled out a groove in the snow. He gasped. Although he was repeatedly hit, unexpectedly, he still didn't beg for mercy. Instead, he used his last strength to kick Slytherin's chest.

Will Slytherin kick back two steps, and then, with this reaction, he broke free of Slytherin's shackles, with his elbow a little bit to climb to the edge of the cliff.

Slytherin looked at Silby in shock. His whole body was twitching under the curse, and his intestines were flowing out of the wound of his lower abdomen, but he still stuck to the ground and crawled forward. He developed the curse himself, and he knew its power. Most people were afraid that at this time, he would lose consciousness in pain. This guy was still sticking to it. What was he sticking to?

"Why do you have to fight back and not let go?"

Slytherin drank hard, as if trying to wake up the madman in front of him.

But the madman didn't look at him and continued to crawl. Slytherin came up to him and bent down: "give up, you don't have any chance."

While crawling, Silby whispered, "kill... Kill me... Unless you kill me..."

"don't you think I dare?" Slytherin gritted his teeth. He pulled out his wand and pointed at Silby.

"Ha... Ha... Ha..." sylby just laughed, chest and bellows general agitation, his eyes showed the determination of death, still a little bit of rub to the cliff.

The snow fell from the sky, and the wind and snow in the far north were as cold as a blade. The weather is so cold, and the man's crawling posture on the snow is particularly tragic and desolate.

Salazar Slytherin held his wand tremblingly, but failed to release the death spell. His tears slowly ran down his eyes.

"Why..."

He asked bitterly and twisted. The resentment against him in earlier years had disappeared with the moment when Pandora showed her true face. After more than ten years of living together, we fought together, established an empire, and then established Hogwarts after the collapse of the Empire. Now it's falling apart because of different ideas. At this moment, even he is hard to start.

"You didn't... Didn't... Hum... Want to kill me for a long time..."

Silby was laughing and crawling. He was as slow as a snail and had nothing else in his eyes.

"Why do you want to do this? Don't you have a heart?" Slytherin growled: "the foundation we created together, you say give up and give up?"Sylby kept crawling, and the great pain brought by the curse tormented him. His originally handsome face was covered with snow, mud and blood, where there was half the style of a top wizard. Because of the muscle twitch, every joint of him became very twisted.

But even so, he is still smiling, laughing in the snowstorm, a little bit of drag body to climb to the distance, climb to the cliff.

"You're still laughing!"

Slytherin's wand turned into a snake whip, heavily pumping on sylby's body, he roared: "why do we have to fight everyone, to make us so painful!"

Silby was not moved. He dragged his body up to the edge of the cliff and pushed half of his body out. The strong wind on the edge of the cliff was blowing his hair. It's a thousand kilometer cliff on the Atlantic coast, with reefs under it. There's no chance of survival if you jump down.

Seeing Silby's will to jump off the cliff, Slytherin held out his hand and trembled and said, "as long as you are willing to turn back and give up your unrealistic idea, we are still friends. I will lift the curse for you and hide you where no one else can find you."

Silby lay on the cliff, panting, looking at Slytherin. Under the curse, his face softened.

"How long have we known each other, Salazar?"

"Fifteen years." Said Slytherin.

"Fifteen years... Ah... I didn't really agree with you in the past... But now... You are the master..." said Silby. "You win."

He reached out as if to ask Slytherin for help.

Slytherin mistakenly thought that he had changed his mind, quickly took a deep breath, stopped those unnecessary emotions, and reached out to pull him from the cliff.

Unexpectedly, the bloody hand covered Salazar Slytherin's face powerlessly but firmly. He only heard Silby murmur: "master, master... Your malice and kindness are not pure enough. In the future, it will be very painful..."

after that, he gave a smile and pushed Slytherin with his last strength, while he used the counter force Down the abyss. Like a rag doll.

Slytherin knelt stupidly on the edge of the cliff.

In the rapid fall, Silby pulled out a light feather from his chest and said to the feather, "Dragon Bird, I'm going to die."

The feathers burned out in a flash.

A strange birdsong resounded through the sky.

Slytherin looked down from the cliff. A huge owl spread its wings. Lightning flashed across the coastline. Its hook like claws grabbed the disabled man's back and dragged him to the sky.

The disabled man looked at him and waved to him, as if to say goodbye.

Many years later, Slytherin still remembers this scene and regards it as the price of all softening and hesitation. It is just a fleeting picture, but no one else can see it.