The next day, dinner time.

Hufflepuff carried a silver dinner plate and walked from the corridor to the deep and winding library. It was filled with a large number of magic books and old parchment. Some naughty black ink letters were written from the parchment.

The paper ran down, chasing a group of letters written in red ink, and started a war game on the floor.

The beaten letters fell to the ground and turned into a puddle of ink.

After noticing Hufflepuff's footsteps, the letters climbed up from the ground one after another, returned to the parchment, and turned back into handwriting one after another.

In the deepest part of the library, Silby was sitting among a pile of ancient books. Wearing clothes stained with ink, holding a quill in his hand, he was sometimes thinking and sometimes writing, with an expression that was sometimes painful and sometimes happy.

When Hufflepuff came to him with a plate, he didn't even notice much. He just raised his head and glanced at him, then concentrated on the work at hand.

Hufflepuff waved her wand, and the books beside Silby automatically stacked up into a small platform. She placed the dinner plate next to Silby and sat down next to him.

"What are you studying?" she leaned over and asked.

"Spell." He said without raising his head.

"Did your research succeed?"

"Almost, I have to think about the medium through which the spell is transmitted..." His voice lowered, as if he had thought of another good idea, and he started writing on the paper.

"Let's eat something first."

Hufflepuff said softly: "No matter how much you study, you still have to fill your stomach."

Speaking of meals, Silby finally stepped away from his seemingly never-ending spell game and turned his attention to the food. The food was simple, including mashed potatoes, grilled ribs, broccoli, and

There is a red apple and a glass of pumpkin juice.

"Ah, thank you."

Silby said gratefully. He picked up the spoon and took a mouthful of mashed potatoes and ate it. "Thank you, Hufflepuff. Without you, I really don't know what I would do."

"We are the same. Without you, we don't know what we would do."

Hufflepuff touched Silby's cheek, and her voice was as sweet as spring water.

Silby, who was eating mashed potatoes, looked at Hufflepuff with some confusion. She never seemed to behave in such an overly affectionate manner. In his impression, this witch from the open valley was always restrained and cautious.

"What happened?" Silby picked up an apple, "You are not like this normally."

Hufflepuff: "Silby, how much are you willing to pay to change the world?"

Silby took a bite of the apple and looked at Hufflepuff in bewilderment.

Hufflepuff: "I went to your office and wanted to ask you if you wanted to spend Christmas with us. But you weren't there, but I didn't learn anything. I saw your diary."

A sharp pain came from his lower abdomen, like thousands of knives cutting him. He threw away the apple, took a few steps back, and stood in front of the library wall. The apple with a bite taken out of it rolled gurglingly.

Time seems to have stood still.

He looked at Hufflepuff's face under the dim candlelight, his expression changing unpredictably, and cold sweat gradually flowed from his head.

"Helga..."

"Today is Christmas," Hufflepuff stood up holding his knees, "We have known each other for almost twenty years, but you never remember to say Merry Christmas to us - but Merry Christmas, Silby

.”

In the darkness, Silby suddenly covered his waist and abdomen, and when he opened it, a stream of blood spurted out. The blood was as thick as black, and after falling to the ground, a deep hole was burned in the ground.

"Datura...deadroot..."

Silby raised his head with blood-red eyes and stared at Hufflepuff: "You actually..." Before he could finish his words, another stream of blood appeared.

"I know what you're thinking. You're taking advantage of us, Silby."

Hufflepuff said sadly and gently: "The purpose of using our trust in you and our love for you is just to let us help you collect magic from all over the world so that you can develop the so-called magic that changes the world.

You didn't treat us as friends at all, and you never told us your true feelings. You are so despicable."

Following Hufflepuff's somewhat sad tone, two other people slowly walked out of the darkness, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. Gryffindor wore a silver sword around his waist, and Ravenclaw

Crowe held her wand, and both were fully armed.

"Can you understand me!?" Silby roared in severe pain, and then he vomited out a stream of blood again.

"Stop it, Silby, we all know your plan." Gryffindor said: "That is impossible to achieve."

"How do you know...it can't be...!?"

Under the intense poison, Silby clung to the wall to prevent herself from falling.

"Of course it's impossible!" Ravenclaw: "Oh my God, it's just unreasonable. What are you thinking in your mind, Silby, even if that kind of thing comes true, it won't be better than it is now, it will only be worse.

.”

"This is me...why didn't I tell you!"

Silby said while vomiting blood, black meridians covered his face, and black blood overflowed from his nostrils.

At the critical moment of life and death, he stabbed his palm into his abdomen without hesitation, dragged out a black ball and threw it on the ground, then took a step forward and disappeared in front of the three people.

His sudden disappearance caught the three of them off guard. They all raised their weapons and made defensive gestures. But Silby did not appear again. After a few seconds, several people put down their weapons and came to the black mass, bending down to take a look.

.

The black color turned out to be a slightly squirming stomach bag. Under the strong poison, he actually dragged out his own organs to buy time for his escape.

Ravenclaw was shocked and almost fell to the ground. She grabbed Gryffindor's arm, "What should I do? He will really die!"

"Can't die!"

It was Hufflepuff who spoke, and she looked pale: "A wizard of his level will not die immediately without his organs. He will definitely have some means to save his life. Go, Godric, catch him quickly."

Come back, datura and deadroot are not long-lasting drugs. If you wait for him to get rid of the poison, finding him will be even harder than climbing to the sky."

Gryffindor held onto the elf sword and pursed his lips.

Hufflepuff looked at Ravenclaw: "Ronany, show Godric the location."

Ravenclaw bit his lower lip and tremblingly pulled out a tarot card from his arms. After shuffling it, he pulled out a card of The Fool. In the card, the Fool was walking on a country road with a sunny face, followed by others.

A dog with a wooden stick on its back pointing in one direction.

"You can't apparate here. It's a magic he set up himself. He should have escaped through the phantom body and light body technique."

Ravenclaw handed the card in his hand to Gryffindor, "Follow the direction of the guy on the card, and he will lead you to Silby."

"good."

The deal was done, and Gryffindor could no longer refuse the task. He took the card, took a deep breath, and set off.

Before leaving the library, Ravenclaw stopped him: "Wait a minute, Godric."

Gryffindor turned to look at Ravenclaw.

"Bring him back. If it's not necessary, don't kill him. Just control him." She pleaded.

Gryffindor nodded. With his legs touching the ground, he jumped up more than ten meters high, jumped over the high wall of the castle, and rushed towards the deep black forest.

High in the castle, Slytherin stood in front of the blinds, looking at Gryffindor leaving, with a confused and sad expression.

...

...

Godric Gryffindor followed the guidance of the Tarot cards and quickly moved around in the Forbidden Forest. The dark night blocked most of the light, and the only thing visible was the reflection of the snow. The night owls whistled in the treetops. It was cold.

When the wind blows, the snow-covered leaves on the treetops fall off and stick in the snow like ice knives.

Finally, when the Fool on the tarot card reached the cliff, it stopped moving. Gryffindor held his breath and moved the goblin's sword lightly on the dead leaves.

Dots of blood appeared on the snow, and he knew he was getting close.

Walking around two fir trees, under the moonlight, the tall and thin man stood in the clearing in the forest. The moonlight shone on his gray hair, giving him a layer of pale makeup.

"You can't escape, Silby." Gryffindor exhaled a white breath and drew a thin line on the ground with his sharp sword.

Sylby slowly raised his head. Blood was oozing out from the corners of his mouth, but this time, the blood flowing out was red. It was not black. The red was also mixed with a touch of silver.

"Godric, get out of the way..."

Sylby was swaying, holding her bleeding belly with her palms.

"There are no rules to save you this time, Sylby. You can't escape from this place. If you go back and get treatment, you still have a chance of survival. If you continue to persist in your stubbornness, I'm afraid you won't need my help."

He bled to death."

"Ah...yeah..."

Silby held her belly and said, "I underestimate your determination."

Then, with a sarcastic look on his face, he said, "But how can you, a summer bug, know how cold winter nights are."

Gryffindor stopped talking nonsense with him. Under the moonlight, he jumped up high and slashed at Sylby with a very fast sword.

Silby was panting, covering his lower abdomen with one hand, and raised his other hand to make a cross. With his movements, two sharp barriers appeared, and the barrier was very large and cut off.

Pine trees cut through the snow.

Gryffindor was unwilling to resist Sylby's barrier attack. At this time, the only consequence of planning to strike with a wide swing would be to be split into two by the barrier. He immediately gave up the idea of ​​slashing and volleyed sideways.
To be continued...