At the moment of life and death, Gryffindor's sharp sword was pressed firmly on his head. The huge, giant-like power was even difficult for him to hold on to in his normal state.

Not to mention the current tired body, if he was hit by the sword from the front, he would probably be cut into two halves on the spot.

But Silby had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time. His right hand that had been covering his lower abdomen suddenly came out like lightning and grabbed Gryffindor's head! It looked like he was holding his

His face was so weird, and the muscles on his right arm were as tight as iron!

This gesture of holding the face looked like a caress between lovers, even with a bit of tenderness and sweetness, which caught Gryffindor off guard and his expression changed drastically!

Silby let out a cruel roar from his throat! The muscles in his right arm were as tight as iron, and he pressed hard.

Click!!

There was a loud noise, and Gryffindor's head was pressed by him and hit the fir tree behind Silby. At the moment of impact, a dazzling blue-white electric current burst out from his fingers, like fireworks.

One after another.

Gryffindor's head was actually smashed into the tree trunk, and the tree trunk that the man hugged was smashed into two halves.

boom!!

The electric light was blazing, and under the huge magical power, it was accompanied by an extremely violent press.

Gryffindor directly smashed into the big tree that was hugged by one person, flew straight out, and fell on the snow, dragging a groove more than ten meters long in the snow, with a bloody head.

When the wind suddenly rose, Silby picked up the goblin sword dropped by Gryffindor from the ground and slowly stepped forward.

Gryffindor fell to the ground panting, his face turned from pale to ashen, but even though his eyes were full of golden flowers and all kinds of things, he knew that he could not relax even a little bit at the critical moment of life and death.

He climbed up with difficulty and looked at Sylby in disbelief. He was holding a sword in one hand and covering his abdomen with the other. He looked at him awkwardly but cruelly, like a dying beast.

"How... how is it possible..." He murmured in shock.

The reason why he acted so decisively just now was because he concluded that Silby had to cover the wound without a stomach with one hand, otherwise his intestines would definitely leak to the ground. At that time, let alone fighting, he was afraid that he would die if he moved even a little bit.

But now, after Silby removed his palm, Gryffindor suddenly discovered that in the gap in his abdomen, there was actually a pink stomach pouch. This made Gryffindor unable to understand that the organs were growing.

Did it just grow out!?

But he soon knew the answer. Silby did not immediately take the goblin's sword to kill him. Instead, he walked aside and lifted the broken tree trunk with one hand.

Gryffindor was shocked to see a huge thing lying inside the fallen branch. It was a unicorn. It was not dead, but it was almost dead.

The culprit that caused it to be so miserable was in its abdomen. A big hole was opened in its lower abdomen, and the stomach inside was gone.

Silby thrust the goblin's sword into the snow with one hand, knelt down with his hands on his abdomen, and then opened his mouth to bite the dying unicorn's throat, biting it like a hungry hyena.

The unicorn's throat was bitten open, and silver blood poured into Silby's mouth. The wound on his abdomen, the arm broken into three sections, and the dent in his cheek gradually recovered.

After finishing sucking blood, Silby wiped his mouth and stood up from the snow. He drew the sword again. His aura, covered in blood, gradually increased until it became fierce and terrifying.

"You actually...killed the unicorn..."

Gryffindor recognized that it was Ravenclaw's mount on the snow. A pure and sacred creature was killed so cruelly and had its blood sucked.

"You disappoint me so much..." Gryffindor gritted his teeth and said tremblingly. Regardless of the violent trembling in his brain, he gritted his teeth and climbed up from the ground, roaring angrily: "Why are you such a person? You are so disappointing."

I’m disappointed!!”

"It's ridiculous. Is the life of a unicorn more precious than mine?" Silby said perversely and coldly: "Any ancient rumors are superstitious, and only fools will believe them."

He swept the unicorn's head cleanly with his sword.

"As long as I can survive, I will do anything, Godric, even if it means moving your organs to my body, I will do it."

He held the sword and staggered towards Gryffindor: "I will not die. I will never die before I complete the task assigned to me by God... Hehehehe..."

He said with a smile, and the will contained in his laughter was frightening.

"Asshole, you are wrong!"

Gryffindor's face was distorted. He ignored the pain in his brain and stood up from the ground with difficulty. He stretched out one hand and the wand flew into his hand, "Damn it, I misjudged you!"

The wand transformed into a two-meter-long cross hammer in his hand. He held the hammer and countless golden runes lit up on his body. He shouted angrily: "Such unscrupulous means! You don't deserve to be the principal of Hogwarts."

!!”

After that, he picked up the war hammer and rushed towards Silby desperately.

The emotional Gryffindor's actions seemed full of flaws in Sylby's eyes.

He pointed with one hand, and the warhammer in Gryffindor's hand turned into a weak wicker.

Then, he kicked Gryffindor in the abdomen with a flying kick. The huge impact squeezed his lower abdomen, causing him to fly backwards and hit a coniferous tree.

The impact caused Gryffindor to spit out a stream of blood, and the snow falling on the branches almost buried half of his body in it. At this point, Gryffindor was unable to resist, and he leaned against the tree trunk.

, the eyes are full of darkness.

Silby flew forward without mercy, took the goblin's sword, and slashed at Gryffindor's neck.

Suddenly, a green figure quietly emerged from behind the tree where Gryffindor had fallen. His eyes shone an extremely dangerous apricot color in the darkness.

The moment he noticed the green silhouette, Silby's hair grew cold and he closed his eyes without hesitation. He stopped and stood motionless.

Hearing the slight footsteps coming from behind the tree, Gryffindor was startled and wanted to look back, but a pair of hands covered his eyes, "Close your eyes and let me handle it."

It turned out to be Salazar. Slytherin. Gryffindor breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Be careful, Salazar."

Slytherin said nothing. He took off his dark green cloak, revealing his muscular body under the cloak. At this moment, he was thirty-five years old, which was the age when a wizard was most energetic and powerful. Snake

A group of hissing snakes snaked across the snow, hovering on tree trunks, among fallen leaves, and even on Slytherins.

On the snow, Silby closed her eyes and said with a smile: "Who did I think came so timely? It turns out to be my master."

Slytherin said: "Actually, Godric never wanted to kill you, he just wanted to lock you up, but you did not hesitate to kill him. Even in the eyes of a person like me, you are too

It’s so chilling.”

"Pull me back, find a cage and lock me up? I will never be able to realize my own value." Silby tilted her head, closed her eyes and sneered: "Then you might as well kill me."

"It would be a waste to kill you, Sylby. It's not easy for wizards to grow to our level."

"The fruit is for eating when it is ripe, Salazar. If it falls on the ground and is left to rot, no one will know its delicious taste, and it will be meaningless."

"Your weird ideas and crooked ways may seem reasonable at first glance, but no one can do it. This world is always dominated by elites. For some people, even if you give them magic, they won't be able to use it well." Si

Letlin said sincerely.

Silby shook his head, raised the goblin's sword, closed his eyes and said: "More than ten years ago, you told me that people can only become real when they are dying. I now believe it. Come on.

Come on, Salazar."

The muscles on Slytherin's face trembled. He said no more. He half-bent down, his hands slightly opened, and his green eyes burned fiercely. It was inexplicably reminiscent of a poisonous snake that was grinding its teeth and drooling.

Then, he suddenly opened his mouth, and his tongue turned into a bird snake. The bird snake's whole body was shining with blue feathers. In less than three seconds, the bird snake, which was one finger long, turned into a bird snake.

A terrifying monster nearly a hundred meters long.

It opened its huge mouth and bit into Sylby in the air.

Silby didn't dare to open his eyes. He knew that as long as he faced Salazar Slytherin's basilisk eyes, he would be immediately petrified even if he didn't die. Therefore, he only used a vague idea of ​​what was happening outside.

Perception.

The snow was falling heavily, the wind was blowing hard, and the terrifying creature in front of me was already coming with blood and death.

His ears twitched, and then his body swayed, dodging the earth-shattering blows of the birds and snakes. Then he slashed out a few times with his sword, and struck several trees as thick as bowls next to him, with a cracking sound.

, the trees suddenly crossed and collapsed, hitting the snow in front of Silby, causing large splashes of snow to fly, and broken branches and leaves flying everywhere!

But he didn't kill the bird or snake.

The blow missed, and the bird-snake swished smaller and became extremely agile. Its speed was at least five or six times that of Silby, and it was impossible to catch it with the naked eye.

Then it grew bigger again, and after falling, there was another earth-shaking blow!!

boom!!

There was a loud noise, and this time the bird and snake became bigger. The ground shook three times, and a large tree tilted at least thirty degrees to the left. Gryffindor hugged the branches tightly to avoid being shaken.

flew into the sky.

Silby, who had his eyes closed, felt even more uncomfortable. He had to jump back and forth to avoid repeated attacks from birds and snakes.

But at this time, he had roughly determined what Slytherin was attacking him with.

After the strike missed, the bird snake circled again and rose high. It flickered its wings and grew bigger again.

Sylby kicked the snow block, and the snow block flew high into the sky. While it was flying, Sylby raised his hand and pointed, and the snow block turned into a narrow-mouth bottle. The bottle mouth was small and the bottom was big.

When Bird Snake, who was about to attack Sylby, saw the open bottle, he was like a cat that saw a mouse. Under the control of instinct, he quickly shrank in size and dived in with all his might.

Silby caught the bottle in the air and capped it tightly.

Gryffindor was stunned. Even with his eyes closed, he could infer the bird snake and quickly subdue it. However, he asked himself that he could not do this even though he was poisoned.

However, no one cheered for Silby. The action of subduing the bird and snake exposed a flaw in his defense. At this moment, Slytherin appeared next to Silby like a ghost, with his hands raised high.

, turned into thousands of thin snakes, and all of them pierced deeply into Silby's lower abdomen.

Silby, who was unable to see, was caught off guard and was stabbed. He retreated repeatedly, then rolled over and knelt on the ground, tightly covering his abdomen with his hands, biting his bloody teeth and gasping for air, closing his eyes.

His expression was extremely fierce.
To be continued...