The circle on the ground stretched extremely fast, and the Aurors who led the students to flee were not spared, and when the circle caught up with them, they fell to their knees, some choking their throats, others tearing their faces, and their eyes bulging.

Within a radius of more than 100 meters, the smell of blood was permeating.

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

Sylby walked among the lava and muttered to himself.

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

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

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

"A thousand years of farce, it's time to end. ”

With that, he stood up and spread his five fingers.

All the tentacles on the ground open sharp mouthparts from the apex, and the mouthparts are layered with sharp teeth.

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

A figure suddenly burst out of the void without warning, and he suddenly pounced on Sylby as if a long-distance couple in love had suddenly met.

Hoffa stepped out of the ghostly streak and wrapped his arms around Sylby's neck. He was panting, foaming at the mouth, his muscles flaccid and shaking. He has no magical powers, which come from the magic crystals on Sylby's remnant mechanical severed arm. Only then did he use his last strength to make the last ghost walk, and finally approached Sylby.

Sylby was stunned for a moment, and after seeing the extra people on his body, he raised his wand and laughed, and mocked: "Brother, you haven't fallen yet?"

As he spoke, he pinched Hoffa with one hand.

"But at this point, what do you want to do, do you want to come and join me, or do you expect me to praise you?"

"Ho...... You...... Stop...... 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 up, his cheekbones bulged, and he finally experienced the horror of the Slytherin curse for himself.

"Don't think?"

Sylby held up Hoffa's wand, "Oh, you're not here to take refuge in me, so you're here to grab the wand?"

Pinching Hoffa, Sylby smiled evilly: "Brother, your wand is very handy, how about sending it to me?"

With that, he opened his mouth. In front of Hoffa, he swallowed Hoffa's wand with a look of enjoyment.

"What do you do with me?"

He sneered at Hoffa's face: "Without the magic of the Four Founders, you are nothing, nothing. ”

Hoffa's magical life was both at the bottom, cursed, pinched, but struggled to squeeze out a smile: "That's right, but ...... However, I have ...... Tom.... Riddle......"

"What?" said Sylby's handsome face, a hint of confusion, "What Tom Riddle?"

A difficult smile appeared on Hoffa's convulsive face, and he muttered, "The taste of Slytherin curses is really unpleasant......"

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

He shook Hoffa off sharply, but it was too late.

The black qi penetrated into his facial features like maggots on tarsal bones. Quickly began to extract his magic and grow himself.

He was cursed again.

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

The people who fell to the ground were agitated, curled up in balls, and coughed tremblingly.

"Ah!!h

Sylby covered his temples and let out an earth-shattering roar.

Behind him, Tom Riddle, who was holding down the ground, opened his mouth and spurted out a stream of blood, and fell to the ground with a pale face, blood seeped out from his facial features and seven orifices, and the huge spiritual backlash directly destroyed his spiritual force field.

But the Slytherin curse has been planted.

Sylby stumbled over his chest and looked at his palm, which was white, he was dripping with cold sweat and his teeth chattered wildly.

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

Hoffa had already lost all his strength, but looking at Sylby, he didn't know where the strength came from, he jumped up from the wall, dragged his calves to the ground, dragged him to the ground, held him down, and shouted, "Protect Tom Riddle!!"

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

Sylby's strength and magic were rapidly declining, and he turned back and punched Hoffa in the face.

"Mixed ...... Bastard!"

Sylby chattered his teeth and said hatefully, "Ho...... Ho-ho, you...... Where did you get the curse!?"

Hoffa didn't show any weakness, he opened his mouth and spat at the other man's face, and smashed it back with a punch: "Is this also in your plan, Sylby?"

He raised his hand and grabbed Hoffa, grabbed him by the collar, and roared, "You...... You...... Did You Know...... You know what you're doing!?"

"Of course I do. Hoffa stared at him.

Sylby's magic was swept away by the curse, and his fingers began to twitch, and he pressed it to Hofa's eyes, smiling hatefully, "Ho...... You're just ...... It's just a matter of luck...... Ho, ho, stupid boy who doesn't understand anything......"

"Yes...... But, but...... But I know what's wrong!!" Hoffa pressed against his face, his fingers digging 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'm telling you, ho...... Whew..."

The curse spread across Sylby's face, leaving the whites of his eyes red, his neck bruised, and his teeth trembling, but unbelievably determined.

"In the world.... Ho.... In the world, there is nothing wrong ... There is no wrong right, only... Ho.... There is only success or failure. ”

With that, he smashed a punch into Hoffa's face.

"Dog...... Excrement. ”

Hoffa also punched him in the face.

"Ho...... Ho...... Stupidity...... Pathetic....." he pressed his trembling fingers against Hoffa's chin.

This time, none of their fists were as powerful as they had been at the beginning. But despite this, the two of them tore and fought like dogs snatching bones in the mud. You kick me, I'll punch you, you grab me, I'll give you a palm.

One blow is softer than the other, but no one side stops first, this is not a physical fight at all, but a contest between pure wills, a struggle between souls.

Gradually, everyone gathered around.

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

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

Hoffa's bloodied face was clasped around Sylby's neck, his knees pressed against his back, while Sylby pushed Hoffa's chin and clasped his throat with one hand, spitting blood and foaming at the corners of his mouth.

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

Dumbledore was shocked, he raised his wand, pointed at Sylby, and shouted angrily, "It's all over, Centim King!!"

But Sylby didn't look at Dumbledore at all, he trembled as he clutched Hoffa's arm, his eyes glared into his eyes, his face pained, and an indescribable smile.

"Ho...... Ho...... I know...... I got ......."

He smiled hard.

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

"What do you know ......?"

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

"Ho....... Ho...... Brother...... We...... We're like, like ...... The front and back sides of the coin..... Ho...... Ho ....."

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

Hoffa's fingers tore at his ears and his face distorted, "You don't want to run away!"

Sylby rolled over and pressed Hofa hard, gritting his teeth and salivaing: "But...... But I ...... Is..... Front....... Ho...... Ho...... More than a thousand years ago, no one was my opponent, and a thousand years later, ho...... Ho...... Again, there will be no ...... What the am I ...... The most genius wizard ever...... Forever!"

As he spoke, half of his body had dispersed, and the other half had gradually deserted.

Sensing that the man had lost his lower body, Hoffa immediately yelled at him, "Stop him, seal, enchantment, whatever magic it is!"

The wizards on top weren't fools, and when Sylby first began to melt, countless Aurors and wizards raised their wands and condensed layers of shields and magical enchantments in the air.

"I ...... I...... I admire your will. Ho...... Ho...... This time, ho...... Count you winning, but I swear. I swear...... Ho...... Ho...... As long as I have breath left, I'm going to let you know...... Ho...... Know...... What is reality!!"

Sylby opened his mouth to spew blood, and opened his mouth to bite Hoffa.

Hoffa slammed his fist into Sylby's mouth.

The punch didn't hit anything.

"It's late...... Ho...... Hahaha......"

Sylbie's upper body turned into wind sand, and as he finished saying this, his head completely disappeared and drifted away with the wind, and those defensive enchantments did not stop him in the slightest.

Hoffa slammed his fist into the ground and slammed it into the air.

He gasped heavily, and swiped around the ground, Sylby was long gone, not even ashes, and with his wand, vanished without a trace.

Anger and frustration brought him to his knees, straightened up, bent down, and slammed his fist to the ground.

"Damn!"

"Damn!"

"Damn!"

"Damn!"

"Damn!"

"Abominable ......"

......

He crawled and pounded the ground, repeating it again and again, his voice getting lower and lower until it slowly faded away. He fell to his knees motionless.

There was a deathly silence and silence all around, and after the end of this sudden and crazy battle, the original magnificent old school was now more than half collapsed, and there were broken walls and remnants of flames everywhere.

The ghost of the castle hovered silently in the sky in terror, and did not dare to fall.

In the sky, the bright moon was still coldly projecting moonlight on the ground, and the moonlight shone on the kneeling Hoffa, pulling his figure to grow old.

A cold wind blew, and strands of gray hair fluttered in the wind, landing on the faces of the wizards around them who raised their wands.

It was only then that they reacted from the shock of the disappearance of the Half-Human King, looking at Hoffa motionless on the ground. Aglaia and Miranda suddenly wanted to rush down.

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

Then, he walked down the dirt slope and slowly picked Hoffa up horizontally.

After picking him up, people found that he had already fainted from physical exhaustion. His gray hair slowly fell in the wind, and Dumbledore took a slight step, and the nails on his fingers fell to the ground from the shock, revealing the pale flesh behind them.

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

The crowd silently parted a path for him, and Aglaia covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face. Miranda took her shoulders around her, without saying a word, her face gloomy and pale.

Ossivia looked at Hoffa, who was floating in the sky, her nails had fallen off, but her fists were still clenched, and her eyes were extremely complicated.

With the school hospital destroyed, Dumbledore led Hoffa in the direction of the hall.

The other deans picked up the other injured students, such as Tom Riddle and some of the prefects, and the four of them walked down the hall together.

Large swaths of teachers and students followed behind them.

Back in the hall, Dumbledore placed Hofa in the air and used his magic to create a platform of nothingness 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 to witness the legendary boy who unleashed his super shield.

At this moment, all the students around suddenly raised their hands in unison, folded their chests, and they looked at the boy lying on the magic platform, and silently began to pray.

Dumbledore walked over to Slughorn and whispered, "Heal him at all costs." ”

Slughorn, who was as fat as a walrus, took out a silk handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat on his head, and turned his head to squeeze out of the crowd with difficulty, as if he had gone to get medicine.

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

"Let Headmaster Armando and the other school doctors come back, although the headmaster is wrong, but the crime is not death, you can't let a Hogwarts headmaster die outside his post, it will lead to unimaginable consequences. ”

The Minister of Magic, however, did not seem to hear him at all, but his eyes stared at Hoffa floating in the sky without blinking, and suddenly asked, "What is his name?"

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

"Now is not the time, Leonard, not to let fame and politics ruin the light of the world. ”

"Hmm......"

The Minister of Magic shrugged, his eyes still over Dumbledore's shoulder, firmly fixed on Hoffa, not knowing what was going on in his mind.