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In a dark stone room, the weak candlelight flickered on the wall, making it difficult to see one's appearance. The wall was densely packed with torture instruments, whips, chains, branding irons, and clamps.
A blonde boy knelt on the hard floor, looking at the pool of clear water in front of him expressionlessly. Water dripped from his forehead.
He was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with blonde hair and blue eyes, a high nose, and deep eyes. He wore a black school robe, with bruises at the corners of his eyes and a slightly swollen face. It was obvious that he had been severely beaten.
In front of him stood a tall woman with a short ponytail, wearing a gray sorcerer's robe. With a whip in hand, he leaned against the table and read a thin resume. His tone exuded a gloomy aura.
"Both his parents are dead. He was raised by a violent aunt. He entered school at the age of 11. He was first in grades at the age of 12 and skipped three grades. At the age of 13, he went out to cultivate with Fatir Dracath. When he returned to school at the age of 14, he beat up his classmates without restraint …
Finished reading, she put down the resume.
"Gellert, what do you want me to say?"
The blonde boy looked at the pool of water in front of him without moving. Only the sound of water dripping from his forehead into the pool answered the instructor.
The instructor sighed. "Tell me, how many times has it been this week?"
"The sixth time."
The boy was still expressionless.
"What's the reason this time?"
"There's no reason. Those mortals don't deserve to sit in the same classroom as me."
Smack!
His arrogant words earned him a whipping. Immediately after, a burly man walked out from the shadows and pressed the young man's head heavily into the pool.
"Arrogant, ignorant."
The instructor said coldly, "Durmstrom doesn't lack students like you."
The pool bubbled, and the boy was pressed into the water until his body convulsed violently from suffocation. The burly man grabbed his hair and lifted him up.
"Are you still beating your classmates?"
The instructor asked.
The boy choked on water and was whipped. He panted heavily, and the cracks on his lips were white from the water. However, his expression did not change from the beginning to the end. He said indifferently,
"They're criticizing me behind my back."
"Who doesn't get criticized behind their backs? Are you going to beat them up just because they criticize you?"
"I'm not on the same level as them. I won't allow those paramecia to talk nonsense to me."
Glug, glug, glug, glug … The young man was once again pressed into the water by the burly man. He twisted his neck and struggled with all his might. This time, he was submerged for a longer time than the previous time. After a full three minutes, the burly man finally spat his head out of the water. He coughed violently and kept vomiting water.
The trainer crossed his arms and laughed. "What kind of creature are you?"
"I will definitely approach God."
The young man's voice was hoarse, gentle, and firm.
The burly man subconsciously wanted to push the boy's head into the water, but this time, the instructor raised his hand and stopped him.
His fingers tapped on the table rhythmically. After a moment of silence, the instructor placed the boy's resume on the table and waved his hand. The executioner understood and turned around to leave. Only the instructor and the youth were left in the confinement room.
"It's not the first time you've come here. Do you think I want to hit you? I'm just following the rules. "
The female instructor's voice softened a little. She bent down.
"You weren't like this before. When you were in first grade and second grade, you were a very well-behaved child. Why have you become like this this year?"
The boy kneeling by the pool was unmoved and didn't say a word.
The instructor lifted the boy's chin with her finger. "Tell me, what do you want?"
The boy moved slightly and dodged her finger. He lowered his head and said, "I want to change the world."
The instructor sighed. "You can't even handle interpersonal relationships well. Changing the world? Are you living in a dream?"
Gellert: "Those people don't deserve to communicate with me."
Instructor: "What about me?"
The boy didn't speak.
Instructor: "Tell me, what am I like in your eyes?"
Gellert: "You can't kill me. I'll only become stronger."
The instructor nodded. She stood up and looked down at the boy kneeling by the pool. She whipped him left and right.
Crack!
Crack! Two heavy whips landed on the boy's head, adding two more bloody scars to his face. Fresh blood dripped from his face into the pool.
"It seems that no matter how I teach you, you seem to be determined to follow in your teacher's footsteps."
After saying this, the boy in front of her raised his head for the first time. Although he was tortured, his slender eyes were still terrifyingly heroic. He knelt on the floor and looked at the instructor in front of him. He revealed a smile.
"You're right about this."
Crack! Crack!
Crack! The whips sounded again, landing on his face again and again. His expression remained playful.
This time, the sound didn't calm down.
After a full three minutes, the female instructor slammed the wooden door of the detention room and walked out of the room.
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Drip. Drip.
Blood dripped from the boy's face, dripping down, gradually dyeing the pool red. The boy maintained a cold attitude, as if the one who was punished and tortured just now wasn't him.
He didn't feel much pain. He grew up in a world of violence and chaos. He was already used to this level of punishment.
At this moment, a silver dot of light silently floated in from the window and landed beside the pool. It illuminated the boy's numb and silent face.
He raised his head and looked at the silver light.
Then, the light flew out from the gap in the window.
Gellert moved his neck and looked out of the iron window.
Outside the window was the cold night sky of Northern Finland. A huge full moon hung high in the sky. Under the moonlight, a blurry figure stood at the top of the castle, waving at him.
He was excited, his expression changed from cold to joyful. "Professor Dracath."
It was as if an old machine was oiled and instantly rejuvenated. He tried to move his arms, but they were tightly cuffed. He was locked to the wall by the instructor.
He closed his eyes. A powerful spiritual force field filled the room. Everything in the room shook. The chains on the wall clanked, and the whip on the table vibrated.
The candlestick on the wall fell, but it hovered in the air a second before it fell into the pool.
The boy opened his eyes. The candlestick changed shape in front of him, burning and spinning. Finally, it formed a ball of hot wax that floated slowly.
Under the control of the spiritual force field, the wax drilled into the metal lock on his arm and solidified.
A few seconds later, the white wax turned, and the metal lock made a crisp sound.
The blonde boy rolled to the ground. He didn't have time to check the wounds on his arm. After getting rid of the shackles, he immediately picked up a crowbar, climbed onto the windowsill, and jumped out.
The night in Northern Europe was particularly long. The shining aurora in the sky was like blue-green silk, constantly changing shape.
In the air, the dancing silver light was like a fairy, leading the way.
Gellert followed behind the light and quickly climbed up the walls of the castle. His movements were swift and nimble. It ran like a feline hunting in the night.
The light was slightly faster than him. After all, there were no obstacles to restrict it. Soon, after climbing over three steeples, he came to the roof of the school's cafeteria.
Gellert jumped to the ground from a high place. Standing in front of him was a silver-haired boy. At the moment, he was sitting at the opening of an abandoned exhaust fan with a smile.
From his appearance, he was only two or three years older than himself. He had short silver hair, wore a leather coat, and had a slender figure. But Gellert knew that his actual age was a little older than he looked.
Gellert said, "Fatir."
"Damn it, how long has it been since you called me Professor?"
The boy smiled and joked. Then, his expression froze as he pointed at the scars on Gellert's body. "What's going on?"
"Nothing."
Gellert shrugged indifferently.
"You promised me that you wouldn't cause trouble in school."
Fatir said.
"Well, I don't think it's trouble." Gellert sat next to Fatir.
Fatir sighed. "Gellert, we agreed …"
"Those vermin are talking about you behind your back." Gellert suddenly became agitated. His face was filled with disgust as he spat on the ground.
"What did they say about me?"
The silver-haired boy shook his wand and a tissue appeared and handed it to the blonde boy.
"They said that you were expelled from school, that you are useless, that you have no real talent, that we are superficial teachers and students, retarded partners …"
"Oh, oh."
The silver-haired man raised his hand. "Gellert, come on, they say these things because these words will anger you. This is their weapon against you, you have to learn to laugh it off."
The boy pouted and whispered sullenly: "I'm not like them."
"I know, I know. Of course you're not like them. You're someone who's going to do great things. "
Fatil smiled. He took off his leather coat and draped it over Gellert's body.
"People who do great things don't care about other people's criticism, right?"
"Something like that."
Gellert put on his coat and muttered with a slight smile. Then he thought of something:
"By the way, why did you go back to Durmstrang? If the principal and the professors know, they will arrest you."
"Ha, they can't catch me."
Fatir took a deep puff of his cigarette, flicked the butt, and patted Gellert on the shoulder: "Let's go, I brought you something good."
With that, he jumped out of the castle and slipped out using the protrusion on the window.
"What good thing?"
Gellert chased after him and asked curiously.
"Follow me."
Fatir smiled mysteriously.
The two of them wandered between the castles one after the other. Both of them were very familiar with the terrain of Durmstrang, and it was not the first time they sneaked out of the school.
Durmstrang was a school built on a mountain, and there were castles and statues scattered in a picturesque manner. Strings of ice hung on the eaves, and occasionally, there were some rough decorations and spray paint with Northern European style.
"What have you been doing recently?"
While sneaking, Gellert asked curiously, "The last time you sent me a letter with an owl, you said you were dating a French girl."
"Oh, you mean Christina? We broke up a long time ago. "
Gellert's face darkened: "No, you said Tia in the last letter."
"Ah," Fatir laughed: "That's about the same, they're both French girls."
Gellert curled his lips and said no more. He followed behind Fatir silently.
Soon, they were close to the back of the school. Here, they were only one wall away from the school. Beside the wall, Fatir squatted down and lifted Gellert's body up. Gellert climbed to the top of the wall and stretched out his hand. He grabbed Fatir and pulled him up as well. The two of them flipped out of the school and fell into the knee-deep snow.
However, after falling into the snow, Gellert looked around and saw nothing. Countless towering beeches stood on the snow. Some rabbits and elk quickly ran away after hearing the sound of people. Other than that, there was nothing else.
He asked curiously: "What did you bring me here to see? Rabbits? "
Fatir waved her magic wand. "Stop the spell."
The space in front of him fluctuated rapidly, creating countless ripples. The world in front of him disappeared like melting ice.
It turned out that what he saw just now was just a magic illusion. The real thing was that the beeches here had fallen to the ground, and there were bits of solidified blood scattered on the ground.
And in the middle of the collapsed beeches, a huge black dragon was biting half of an elk. It had razor-sharp scales and a body of more than ten feet long. The hot air from its nostrils melted the surrounding snow and ice.
Noticing Gellert and Fatir coming over, the majestic creature supported itself on its hind legs and took two steps back.
Fatir stepped forward and stretched out her slender fingers to touch its hard chin. She turned back and grinned: "How is it?"
"Oh, you got the black dragon of Hesperia?"
Gellert's eyes glowed. He also stepped forward, but he kept a certain distance from the black dragon.
"It's a female, seven years old, and it's about to lay eggs. If you're lucky, you can get a dragon egg. How is it, isn't it great? "
Fatir said proudly.
When Gellert heard this, the smile on his face gradually disappeared.
"What's wrong?" Fatir saw Gellert's expression and was puzzled.
"Every time you do something like this to please me, you always say something that disappoints me, right?"
Fatir was stunned and sighed with a bitter smile: "You're indeed my proudest student …"
"Come on, Dragon Tamer. Tell me, what do you want?"
"I may have to leave Europe for a while."
Gellert's eyes widened instantly and asked loudly: "What did you say!?"
The black dragon was shocked and breathed out a large cloud of smoke with the smell of sulfur. Fatir was also shocked by his excitement.
"Hey, lower your voice, I'm not going to die. I'm just leaving Europe for a while, why are you so excited? "
"I want to go too."
Gellert immediately said: "I've had enough of that school. The people around me are only immersed in love, bragging, and Quidditch. No one in that school understands me."
"Ah, that's true." Fatir raised her eyebrows: "But you're still too young for now. Maybe, when you're a little older …"
"I'm already very old."
Gellert interrupted Fatir:
"I dream of the scene when you took me out on an adventure last year. My life belongs to the adventure, to the world. I shouldn't waste my life in school."
"Stop, stop. Listen, Gellert, I know you have a lot of dissatisfaction with Durmstrang, but now, school is the best place for you. "
"Fatir …!" Gellert was anxious.
"Gellert?" Fatir looked at him firmly.
The two looked at each other for nearly half a minute. Finally, Gellert looked away and said in a muffled voice:
"You said, school is not a place for smart people."
"Maybe people always have a limit." Fatir said softly: "No matter how smart you are, there is a limit."
"People have no limit."
Gellert's eyes flashed: "That's what you told me, isn't it? We're born to change the world, right?"
Fatir was stunned. He looked at the serious eyes in front of him. After hesitating for a few seconds, he nodded: "We're born to change the world."
Gellert grinned and didn't say anything else. He just crushed the snow on the ground with his feet.
Fatir grinned: "Okay, don't be unhappy. I called you out today, not just to let you see the dragon. "
Gellert: "What else?"
"Remember the ruins I took you to search last year? The place where the legends say there are many dragon eggs."
Gellert's eyes lit up:
"You mean, Solomon's Fire Dragon Treasure, you found a clue?"
"That's right, I've made significant progress recently. There's a wizard in Finland. He has some valuable information. I tracked down his address. This time, we'll definitely find the secret to change the world. "
With that, he jumped on the dragon's back and reached out to Gellert.
"Do you want to come together?"
Gellert deliberately moved and wanted to climb on the dragon's back. But as soon as he lifted his leg, he crossed his arms and looked at the man on the dragon's back.
"And then, after this trip is over?"
"You go back to school obediently."
"Then I can go back to school obediently now." Gellert sneered.
Fatir teased: "Oh, okay. Then you go back, and say hello to Instructor Glise for me. "
With that, he smiled and patted the dragon's back. The Hesperian Black Dragon flapped its wings and began to run on the snowy ground. It ran faster and faster. The man riding on the dragon's back waved at Gellert.
"Bye bye ~"
Gellert looked at the backs of Fatil and the giant dragon. He gritted his teeth and sighed. He used both his hands and feet and jumped onto the dragon's back. He grabbed the silver-haired man's shoulder.
Fatir turned around and grinned:
"Hold on tight."
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