The magic circle on the ground extended extremely fast, and those Aurors who led the students to flee were not immune. When the magic circle caught up with them, they all fell to their knees, some grabbed their throats, and some tore their faces apart.

, eyes bulging.

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

The four deans also gave up their unnecessary resistance at this moment, and they quickly evacuated the place with their students.

Silby walked in the lava and talked to himself.

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

He clenched his fist into a palm and punched the ground.

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

"It's time for this thousand-year farce to end."

After saying that, he stood up and spread his fingers.

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

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

A figure suddenly rushed out of the void without any warning, and he suddenly pounced on Sylby, as if a long-distance couple who were passionately in love suddenly met each other.

Hoffa came out of the ghost walking state and hugged Sylby's neck tightly. He was panting, foaming at the mouth, and his muscles were flabby and trembling. He had no magic power. The magic power came from the magic power of Sylby's remaining mechanical broken arm.

Crystal. Then she used her last bit of strength to use her final ghost walk, and finally got close to Silby.

Silby was stunned for a moment. After seeing the extra person on his body, he raised his wand and laughed, sarcastically saying: "Brother, you haven't fallen yet?"

As he spoke, he pinched Hoffa with one hand.

"However, now that things have come to this, why do you still want to come here? Are you here to seek refuge with me, or do you expect me to praise you?"

"Oh...you...don't...think about it!"

Hoffa's teeth chattered, his arms drooped weakly, and all the magic in his body dropped to the bottom at this moment. His fingers began to wither and his cheekbones gradually bulged. He finally experienced the horror of Slytherin's curse firsthand.

"Don't even think about it?"

Silby held up Hoffa's wand: "Oh? You didn't come to seek refuge with me, so you came here to steal the wand?"

Holding Hoffa's hand, Silby smiled evilly: "Brother, your wand is very handy. How about giving it to me?"

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

"What do you do to me?"

He put it on Hoffa's face with utter sarcasm: "Without the magic of the four founders, you are nothing and nothing."

Hoffa's magical life has bottomed out. He was cursed and pinched, but he struggled to squeeze out a smile: "Yes, but...but, I have...Tom...Riddle

..."

"What?" Sylby's handsome face showed a trace of confusion, "What Tom Riddle?"

Hoffa's twitching face revealed a difficult smile, and murmured: "The Slytherin curse is really unpleasant..."

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

He jerked Hoffa away, but it was too late.

The black energy penetrated his facial features like maggots in the tarsus. It quickly began to extract his magic power and strengthen itself.

He was cursed again.

On the ground, the out-of-control Blood Eye Magic Formation faded away like a tide, and those bloody tentacles turned into dots of red power in the air, dissipating without a trace.

The people who fell to the ground trembled one after another, huddled up in a ball, and coughed tremblingly.

"ah!!!"

Sylby covered her temples, looked up to the sky and let out a shocking roar.

Behind him, Tom Riddle, who was holding the ground, opened his mouth and spat out a stream of blood. He fell heavily to the ground with a pale face. Blood seeped out from his five senses and seven orifices. The huge mental backlash directly destroyed his mental power.

field.

But the Slytherin Curse had been planted.

Silby stumbled and covered his chest, looking at his palms. They were white, he was sweating, and his teeth could not stop chattering crazily.

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

Hoffa had already lost all his strength, but looking at Silby, he didn't know where the strength came from. He jumped up from the wall, dragged his calf tightly, dragged him to the ground, and held him tightly.

, shouted: "Protect Tom Riddle!!"

Dumbledore and the Aurors immediately understood what Hoffa meant, and they quickly turned around and surrounded Slytherin House, so densely packed that they surrounded Tom Riddle.

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

"Fuck...fuck!"

Silby's teeth chattered and she said with hatred: "Ho...ho ho, you...where did you get the curse from!?"

Hoffa didn't show any weakness. He opened his mouth and spat on the opponent's face, then punched him back: "Is this also part of your plan, Sylby?"

He raised his hand to grab Hoffa, grabbed his collar, and roared: "You...you...do you know...you know what you are doing?"

What!?"

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

Silby's magic power was wiped away by the curse, and his fingers began to twitch. He pressed against Hoffa's eyes and said with a bitter smile: "Hey... you are just... just a lucky guy.

...Ho, ho, you stupid boy who doesn't understand anything..."

"Yes...but, but...but I know what's wrong!!" Hoffa pressed his face tightly, inserting his fingers into his nostrils and lips, trying to push him away.

.But, at this moment, his strength 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, the veins on his neck exposed, and his teeth trembling, but he was incredibly determined.

"In the world... oh... in the world, there is no wrong... there is no right or wrong, there is only... oh... there is only success or failure."

After saying that, he punched Hoffa in the face.

"Dog...shit."

Hoffa also punched him in the face.

"Ho...ho...stupid...pathetic..." His trembling fingers touched Hoffa's chin.

This time, none of their fists were as powerful as they were at the beginning. But despite this, the two of them fought like dogs grabbing bones in the mud. You kick me, I punch you, you give me

If you catch me, I'll give you a slap.

Each blow was softer than the last, but neither party stopped first. This was no longer a physical fight at all, but a battle of pure wills and a battle of souls.

Gradually, everyone gathered around.

The Minister of Magic, Dumbledore, the Dean, the teachers, teaching assistants, and students all gathered around.

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

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

Who could have imagined that this was a battle between two wizards?

Dumbledore was shocked and shocked. He raised his wand, pointed it at Silby, and shouted angrily: "It's all over, half-man king!!"

But Silby didn't look at Dumbledore at all. He was trembling and clutching Hoffa's arm, staring into his eyes with gray eyes, his face was filled with pain and an indescribably weird smile.

"Ho...ho...I know...I know..."

He laughed hard.

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

"What do you know...?"

Hoffa tried to tear his hand away, but this time, even in the cursed state, Silby's fingers were still like iron hooks, tightly hooking Hoffa.

"Ho...ho...man...we...we're like, like...two sides of a coin...

.Ho...ho..."

As he spoke, his body turned into dust and dispersed in the wind.

Hoffa tore his ears with his fingers, and said with a distorted face: "You can't even think of escaping!"

Silby turned over and pressed Hoffa heavily, gritting his teeth and salivating: "But...but I...are...the front...ho!"

...ho...a thousand years ago, no one was my opponent, and a thousand years later, ho...ho...there will be no one either

...I am...the most fucking genius wizard, always have been...always been!"

As he spoke, half of his body had disintegrated, and the other half was gradually turning into sand.

Hoffa noticed that the man had no lower body, and immediately shouted upward: "Stop him, seal, barrier, no matter what magic it is!"
To be continued...