Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

In Pandora's Magic Library, there was no sound, everyone's eyes wanted to meet the iron piece of a magnet, and they were firmly attracted by the flying iron block above their heads.

While everyone's eyes were still focused on the big iron block in the sky, Silby walked to the red-robed masked girl, stretched out, and said lightly: "Sure, three hundred gold coins."

The girl looked at him with a strange light flashing in her eyes. After a while, she nodded and put the heavy calf leather bag in Silby's hand.

Silby opened the bag and shook. Thanks to the purchases and accounting these days, he quickly confirmed the amount of money in the bag. After confirming, he put away the purse and turned away without any ink.

When he left the library, the heavy iron block crashed to the ground, and the crowd of onlookers who were attracted by the iron block suddenly woke up. They fryed the pot and looked for the developer of this magical floating curse, but how can they see the mysterious one again? , A teenager wearing a horn mask.

Silby hurried away with his purse, and soon heard the sound of horses hoof behind him.

"Wait a minute." Someone called him.

Silby turned his head to look, and a tall, white horse quickly ran towards him. Riding on the horse's back is the red-robed masked woman who just gave him gold coins.

After thinking about it for a while, Silby ran away. He picked the path and rushed into the dense shack and narrow alleys of Pandora City. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared among a group of housewives who were washing laundry.

The masked woman stopped at the entrance of the narrow alley and knocked over a vendor pushing a cart of tropical fruits, and the guy who provoked her cursed.

On the other side of the street, Silby got out of a dyed fabric and looked behind him. No one was chasing him anymore.

He took off his mask and breathed a sigh of relief.

He seemed to be in the limelight just now, but he didn't come up with it at all, it was purely because he was attracted by the three hundred gold coins. Now he is still weak. Although he understands some life-like spells, he hasn't mastered any spells for offense or self-protection. It's better to keep a low profile. If Slytherin learns about his little moves, some of the gains will not be worth the loss.

With some start-up funds, he can selectively start some small magic experiments, or help himself purchase some materials for spelling. As a result, he progressed more rapidly.

Thinking of the joy, Silby couldn't help but grinned and smiled soothingly.

"What makes you so happy, do you mind telling me?"

A loud question came over his head, and Silby's smile froze on his face.

He thought he had thrown off the red-robed girl, but the red-robed girl was sitting on the roof of the dyeing workshop looking at him.

"Unexpectedly you are so young."

The red-robed woman looked at Silby's face and said softly: "What a terrible talent."

Silby's face was sullen, and he didn't even notice what method this guy used to follow.

"Don't look at me like that, I just think it's too wasteful for you to stay here." The red-robed woman jumped off the eaves and walked to Silby with her hands. Magic books, books that are really useful to you are on them."

She raised her hand and pointed to the mountain peak as high as a sword by the sea. On the peak stood a magnificent palace, the palace of Queen Pandora.

"Ok?"

Silby immediately questioned: "If the really useful books are in the palace, why do you want to go to the magic library?"

"The valuable books are in the palace, but the valuable people are not necessarily in the palace."

The masked red-robed woman slowly said: "I will come down once a week to see if I can create new magic or spells. I haven't seen the right person for a long time. However, now I see Up."

"Come down?"

Silby immediately took a step back, and said in shock: "Who are you!?"

The woman in the red robe smiled. With a wave of her hand, the red cloth hanging from the dyeing workshop suddenly flew up. While the red cloth was flying, she took the fragrant wind and took the initiative to take a step forward, removing the veil on her face in front of Silby.

What an upside-down of the faces of sentient beings?

She has moonlight-white skin, unfathomable almond eyes, a sculpturally tall nose, and her slightly heroic red lips are slightly upturned, full of endless charm. Even the most picky painter probably can't fault it.

The moment Silby saw her face, his heart fell instantly, his heart beating from the distance, his mouth opened wide, showing a dementia appearance. For the first time in his life, he felt a powerful force called instinct. That power was second only to the white light in his dream that night.

hiss!

Thinking of the white light that illuminates everything, the wild cry, the bliss of the supreme realm, Silby suddenly woke up.

There is no doubt that he understood the true identity of this person. The woman who Slytherin and Gryffindor fought so hard for was standing in front of him at this moment, about half a step away from him. If he wanted to, he could kiss him as long as one step forward to make the whole city. So crazy lips.

But he didn't do that. On the contrary, he took a step back, keeping a distance from the mysterious queen, and his eyes changed from hot to cold in the blink of an eye.

The woman looked at him in surprise for ten seconds.

Finally, before the fabric in the dyeing workshop fell back to the ground, she put on her veil again and asked, "Why did you come to this city?"

"Find my destiny and stand at the top."

Silby said.

"What is the apex?"

The queen asked puzzledly.

"You won't understand."

Silby laughed to himself, "To be honest, I haven't found out what that apex is."

"What about standing after the apex?"

"After what?"

Silby asked puzzledly.

"Marry a wife and have children."

The queen smiled and said, "Heroes do this. After defeating all their opponents, they marry their beloved woman and obtain the happiness of life."

"what."

Silby let out a short chuckle without answering.

He had a sense of boringness that Xia Chong couldn't talk about, and he just wanted to get out of here quickly.

"Do you have a beloved woman?"

The queen looked at him with interest: "Now there are many wizards in Pandora. If you want to prove that you are the strongest and most talented one, you must defeat them."

"Okay." Silby said with interest, then sighed and said sadly: "It's a pity that I am weak, and the library does not have any powerful spell books to learn from."

"I'll show you a way. In the Rat Road in the dungeon, there is a club dedicated to fighting wizards, called the Colosseum.

If you want to be strong, you should go to the Colosseum. "

The woman whirled on the ground, and a red flame lit up under her body, "It is more suitable for you than a library. I think with your talent, you should be able to grow up soon."

After speaking, the flame engulfed her body and made her disappear into the air. After disappearing, a piece of ashes solidified into a beautiful card and fell on Silby's hand. He glanced at the card, which was marked with a date, a place, and a peculiar triangle symbol.

There is no doubt that this is a red invitation letter.

Probably the one received by Slytherin and Gryffindor.

Looking at the invitation letter in his hand, Silby couldn't help but laugh. He felt that his fate was quite strange. He went to a library and developed a floating spell under the inducement of Queen Pandora, so that the good queen could catch up. , Gave himself an invitation letter.

What is this, seduction?

He looked at the sky, shook his head, and slipped the card into his trouser pocket.

However, if he robbed his wife with a group of country wizards, he would not feel happy even if he robbed it. Although he still doesn't know his fate, he always feels that it is too low-level fun.

However, Silby was very interested in the location mentioned by Queen Pandora. Everyday, it really bore him a bit.

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That night, after serving Slytherin as usual, Silby sneaked out of the tavern where he lived in the night and drove towards Pandora Rat Road in the dark.

On the streets, the wind and dust are like knives, palms hang down, pedestrians are in a hurry, and prostitutes close their doors.

During the two months he was addicted to studying, more and more wizards came to Pandora from all over the world. Walking on the street, they could feel the strong smell of gunpowder in the air. They are divided into three factions. One is the wizards headed by Gryffindor. Most of them have little ambitions and only hope to flock Gryffindor to the throne and gain some benefits.

One faction is more ambitious. They are the parliamentary faction headed by Slytherin, advocating to solve Gryffindor first, and then internally solve the fate of the throne.

The last faction is the wait-and-see faction. They did not join any faction. They stayed on the sidelines, or they wanted to wait for the two factions to fight and lose, or they wanted to wait for a clear advantage on one side, and then join at the time. few.

But no matter what kind, the existence of wizards is extremely unequal to mortals. In places that the church has not yet touched, mortals mostly choose to protect themselves wisely and stay behind closed doors at this time.

In the dark, Silby came to the huge drainage pipe in Pandora City and stopped. It is not so much a drainage pipe, but a black market. The locals call it Rat Road.

Silby, who has read a lot of books from the library, knows that this is the Pandora Sewer. When Pandora’s city creator, the legendary shapeshifter Ida Peni, built the city, he used powerful shapeshifting magic to endow the city. The well-developed drainage system, according to legend, these drainage systems were made according to the rules of the city of Rome, these drainage systems are so good that even if a tsunami hits, the water in Pandora City will flow away within 24 hours.

However, after all, the tsunami was a black swan event that has never happened in a century. Since the establishment of the city, no tsunami has occurred. It was put on hold for a long time, until one day people discovered that it was spacious and hidden, so a large number of people in the gray and black areas settled in it.

There are also a large number of contraband smuggled from other countries and regions, especially magic items will gather here.

Silby had been here a few times. When Slytherin asked him to purchase spell-casting materials, he had reminded him to come here to buy it, so it was fairly familiar.

Entering the ground, the moonlight goes out, and the light source becomes a burning brazier, one every thirty meters.

The air here is full of the smell of alcohol and cigarettes. Crowds of hangovers and burly men fell to the ground in a row. By the side of the sewage flowing down the sewers, there opened one old shop door after another, some of the shop fronts were smoky, that was smoking cigarettes. Boss.

He walked to a smoking hall called "Herbs and Anesthetics", opened two hinged doors, and wandered in. The trapdoor didn't know how long it had not been oiled, and it creaked as soon as it was pushed.

???? A warm breath of apples, coconuts, and watermelons rushed toward him. It was so strong that Silby, who had been educated by the royal family since childhood, frowned and held his breath slightly.

The smoke steamed from the pipe, and there was no sound. Most people sat cross-legged on the ground, smoking hookah, and moss growing on the wooden wall because of dampness. Some religious paintings were painted or some epigrams were written in Arabic.

The roots of the wall on the ground are covered with nitrate, and there is mud everywhere. Below the chandelier, the bar on the right of the door is the bar counter of the smoking hall. The wooden boards under the bar are cracked, and a layer of lead is nailed on the counter top with some on it. Glass cabinet. The glass cabinet contains a variety of weird red and green mixed plants.

The owner of the cigarette shop is an Arab. He puts his sleeves on his chest and wears a headscarf. At this moment, he is intoxicated and sucking a long pipe vigorously.

"Ibn." Silby stood in front of the bar and knocked on the table.

"It's you."

The Arab slowly opened his eyes and woke up from intoxication: "Are you here to buy medicinal herbs again today?"

"If you don't buy today, ask questions today."

Silby threw a small silver coin on the table: "Is there a place called the Colosseum here?"

"The Colosseum..." The old man slowly touched the silver coin in his hand, "Oh, let me think about it, let me think about it... Yes, the Colosseum, where are you asking? Where can I not sell herbs, kids, no herbs."

"Help me lead the way."

He threw another silver coin to the boss: "Quickly."

"Okay, don't worry, young man...really..."

The Arab who received the two rewards slowly stood up. He walked to the cellar and helped Silby open the floor. He took a small fire lamp from the wall and got in.

Silby jumped down and followed behind him.

The inside of the cave is small, the ground is covered with the floor, and the wooden boards are crunching on it.

If it is said that the underground drainage system of Pandora is built by the legendary deformer, then the real rat path below is built by the owners of these black shops themselves to avoid occasional Pandora guards' raids. They are like a mole’s burrow, extending in all directions, leading to all corners of the city, here, you can go anywhere in the city.

The Arab walked in front holding the oil lamp, and asked curiously: "Why are you in such a hurry to go to the Colosseum? Do you want to try your luck?"

"I'm feeling lucky?" Silby asked.

"Yeah," there is a place where wizards fight each other, and the wizards bet, "Gamble against the life and death of others."

Silby breathed a little harder, he shuddered unconsciously, and secreted a lot of adrenaline: "You mean, the wizard is fighting to death in the Colosseum, and others are betting on their win or loss?"

"Yes, yes, it's a very old activity. When I was young, I used to go to it." The owner of the herbal shop shook his head and said, "After playing for decades, I used to lose all my underwear. There is no eternal winner, as long as you lose once, there is nothing."

As he said, the **** of the board under his feet was upward, and the Arab said in a low voice: "Just here, go up by yourself."

Silby Yiyan pushed aside the wooden board at the top of the rat path, and jumped out with a touch of his hand.

The noise immediately overwhelmed him. This was a space of several thousand square meters, a smog, and the people inside were piled into five or six piles. Most of them were gambling. The two waitresses shuttled through the flowers and butterflies, except for the wine collection. In addition to the bottle of wine, I also use deep cleavage to carry the stuffed tips from time to time, which is very busy.

In the center of the crowd, there was a huge beast cage. In the cage, someone shouted for drinking. It was two brawny men who were frantically ripping and punching him. Hit the cage and the blood flowed.

The onlookers raised their hands, and from time to time broke out fanatical and **** shouts.

Silby couldn't help laughing.

The woman was right, the atmosphere here is indeed more suitable for him than the library.