Chapter 135

In 1899,

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in the dim stone room, the faint candlelight flickered on the wall, making people unable to see their own appearance. There are many instruments of torture on the wall: whip, iron chain, soldering iron and clip.

A blonde boy knelt on the hard floor and looked at the pool of water in front of him without expression. Drops of water came down from his forehead.

He was about fifteen or sixteen years old. He had blonde hair, blue eyes, high nose and deep eyes. He was wearing a black school gown. His eyes were bruised, his face was swollen, and his mouth was grinning. It was obvious that he had been severely beaten.

Opposite him stood a tall woman with a short ponytail and a grey wizard's robe. Holding a whip on the table, reading a thin resume, the tone exudes a cold breath.

"Her parents died, and she was raised by a violent aunt. She went to school at the age of 11 and got a grade at the age of 12. The voice of the female instructor was a little softer, and she bent down:

" you were not like this before. In the first and second grades, you were a very clever child. Why did you become like this this year? "

Kneeling on the edge of the pool, the boy remained unmoved and said nothing.

"Tell me, what do you want?" the instructor raised his chin with his fingers

The boy moved a little, dodged her fingers, lowered his head and said, "I want to change the world."

The instructor sighed: "you can't even deal with interpersonal relationships well, and you still change the world and live in a dream?"

Garrett: "those people don't deserve to communicate with me."

Instructor: "what about me?"

The boy did not speak.

Trainer: "tell me what I look like to you."

Garrett: you can't kill me. I'll just be stronger

The instructor nodded. She stood up and looked down at the boy kneeling by the pool, bowing left and right.

Pa Pa!!

Two lashes fell on the boy's head, adding two bloodstains to his face. Blood trickled down his face.

"It seems that no matter how I teach you, you seem determined to follow your teacher's footsteps."

In this way, the young man in front of him raised his head for the first time. Although he was tortured, his long eyes were still hideous. He knelt on the floor and looked at the instructor in front of him. Show a smile:

"only this sentence is right."

Pa Pa Pa!!!

The sound of the whip rang out again and fell on his face again and again. His expression was always abusive.

This time, the sound did not subside.

Three full minutes later, the female instructor slammed the wooden door of the cell and walked out of the room.

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click. Tick.

The blood drops fall from the boy's face, drop by drop, and gradually dye the pool red. The boy keeps an indifferent attitude, and it seems that he is not the one who has just been punished and tortured.

He didn't feel too much pain. He grew up in a world of violence and chaos, and he was used to this kind of punishment.

At this time, a silver light spot quietly floated in from the window and landed beside the pool. Light up the young numb silent face.

He looked up at the silver spot.

Then, the light spot flew out of the crack in the window.

Garrett moved his neck and looked out the iron window.

Outside the window is the cold night sky in northern Finland, with a huge full moon hanging high. In the distant moonlight, a vague figure stood at the top of the castle, waving to him.

He cheered up, and his expression changed from indifference to joy: "Professor drasse."

It was as if the old machine had been oiled, and it was instantly rejuvenated. He tried to move his arm, but it was handcuffed and he was locked on the wall by the trainer.

He closed his eyes, and a strong mental field filled the room. Everything in the room vibrated, the chains clattered on the wall, and the whip hummed on the table.

The candlestick on the wall fell, but hovered in the air one second before it fell into the pool.

When the young man opened his eyes, the candlestick was deformed, burned, rotated in front of him, and finally formed a hot wax oil floating slowly.

Under the control of the mental field, the wax oil drills into the metal lock on the arm and solidifies.

A few seconds later, the white wax turned and the metal lock clattered.

The blonde boy rolled to the ground and didn't have time to examine the wounds on his arms. After getting rid of the shackles, he immediately picked up a crowbar, climbed on the windowsill and jumped out.

The night in northern Europe is very long. The aurora shining in the sky is like blue-green satin, constantly changing its shape.

In the air, the flying silver spot is like an elf, leading the way ahead.Garrett followed the light spot and quickly climbed up on the scattered castle. His body method was quick. Running is like a cat hunting at night.

The light spot is a little faster than him. After all, there is no obstacle to limit it. Soon, after climbing over the three minarets, he came to the roof of the college restaurant.

Garrett jumped to the ground. Standing in front of him was a young man with silver hair, who was sitting smilingly at the opening of an abandoned exhaust fan.

Outwardly, he is only two or three years older than himself. With short silver hair, wearing leather clothes, slim. But Garrett knew that he was a little older than he looked.

Garrett: "fatil."

"Damn, how long have you not called me a professor?"

The boy laughed and joked. Then, with a frozen expression, he pointed to the scar on Garrett's body: "what's the matter?"

"Nothing."

Garrett shrugged indifferently.

"You promised me you wouldn't get into trouble at school."

Said fatier.

"Well, I don't think it's trouble." Garrett sat next to fatil.

Fatil sighed, "Garrett, we agreed..."

"those moths are talking about you behind your back." Garrett suddenly got excited. He spat on the ground with disgust on his face.

"What did you say about me?"

The silver haired boy's wand shakes, turns out a paper towel and hands it to the golden haired boy.

"Say that you are removed from the school, that you are nothing, that you have no real talent, that we are superficial teachers and students, and that we are mentally retarded partners..."

"Oh, oh."

The silver haired man raised his hand. "Garrett, please, they will say this because they will irritate you. This is their weapon to attack you. You should learn to laugh it off."

"I'm not like them," he said in a low, sullen voice

"I know, I know. Of course you're not like them. You're the one who's going to do big things. "

Fatil smiles. He takes off his fur and puts it on Garrett.

"People who do great things don't care about criticism, do they?"

"Almost."

Garrett put on his coat and muttered a little up the corner of his mouth. Then he thought of something:

"in other words, why did you go back to demstrand? If the principal and the professors knew, they would arrest you."

"Ha, they can't catch me."

Fatil took a deep breath, flicked off the butt and patted Garrett on the shoulder. "Come on, I've got a good thing for you."

With that, he jumped down from the castle and slid out by touching the bulge on the eaves of the window.

"What's good?"

Garrett ran up and asked curiously.

"Come with me."

Fatil smiles mysteriously.

The two wandered back and forth between the castles. They were all very familiar with the terrain of demstrand, and it was not the first time that they had sneaked out of the school.

Demstrand is a school built on a mountain, with castles and statues scattered in the middle. Strings of ice are hanging on the eaves. Occasionally, you can see some rough decoration and painting with Nordic style.

"What have you been doing?"

As he ran away, Garrett asked curiously, "last time you sent me a letter with an owl saying you were dating a French girl."

"Oh, did you say Christina? We've already divided up. "

Garrett's face darkened. "No, it was TYA in your last letter."

"Ah," said fatil, "almost. They're all French girls."

Garrett curled his lips, said nothing more, and followed fatil.

Soon, they got close to the back hill of the school. Here, they had the last wall to walk out of the school. Beside the wall, fatil squatted down and lifted Garrett's body. Garrett climbed up to the top of the fence and held out his hand. They grabbed fatil and pulled him up. They got out of the school and fell into the knee deep snow.

However, after falling into the snow, Garrett looked around and saw nothing. Countless towering beech trees stood on the snow. Some rabbits and elk run away as fast as they can after noticing the human voice. There is nothing else.

He asked curiously, "what are you taking me to see? Rabbit

With a wave of his wand, fatil said, "the curse will stop."

The space in front of us fluctuates rapidly, producing countless waves, and the world in front of us disappears like melted ice.

It turned out that what he had just seen was just a magic illusion. It was really like the beech fell to the ground and there were some clots scattered on the ground.

In the middle of the fallen beech, a huge black dragon is biting half an elk. It has razor sharp scales, a body more than ten feet long, and the heat from its nostrils melts the surrounding ice and snow.Sensing that Garrett and fatil were coming, the great creature propped up its hind legs and stepped back two steps.

Fatil stepped forward, reached out his slender fingers, touched his hard chin, and grinned back: "what's up?"

"Oh, have you got the black dragon of Hercules?"

Garrett's eyes were shining, and he came forward, but he kept a certain distance from the black dragon.

"It's a female. She's seven years old. She's about to lay eggs. If you're lucky, you can get a dragon egg. Well, isn't it great? "

Said fatil triumphantly.

When Garrett heard this, his smile faded away.

"What's the matter?" Fatil was puzzled to see Garrett's expression.

"Every time you do something like this, you have to say something that disappoints me, don't you?"

Fatier was stunned and sighed with a bitter smile: "I am indeed the most proud student..."

"Come on, dragon trainer. What do you want to do?"

"I may be leaving Europe for a while."

Garrett instantly widened his eyes and asked in a loud voice, "what are you talking about?"

The black dragon was frightened and spewed out a huge stream of sulfur smoke. Fatil was also shocked by his excitement.

"Hey, keep it down. I'm not going to die. Just leaving Europe for a while. Why are you so excited? "

"I'm going too."

Garrett immediately said, "I'm fed up with that school. The people around me are just in love, bragging and Quidditch. There's no one in that school who understands me."

"Ah, that's right." "But you are still too small for the time being. Maybe, when you are a little older..."

"I am already very big."

Garrett interrupted fatil:

"my dreams are the scenes when you took me out for adventure last year. My life belongs to adventure and belongs to the world. I shouldn't waste my life in school."

"Stop, stop. Listen, Garrett, I know you have a lot of grievances about demstrom, but now, school is the best place for you. "

"Fatil...!" Geller is in a hurry.

"Garrett?" Fatil looked at him firmly.

They looked at each other for nearly half a minute. Finally, Garrett looked away and said, "you said school is not a place for smart people."

"Maybe people have limits." Fatier said softly, "there are limits to intelligence."

"Man has no limit."

Garrett's eyes twinkled. "That's what you told me, isn't it? We were born to change the world, right?"

Fatier was stunned. He looked at the serious look in front of him. After a few seconds of hesitation, he nodded: "we were born to change the world."

Garrett grinned and didn't speak any more. He just ran his feet over the snow.

Fatil grinned: "well, don't be upset. I asked you to come out today, not just to show you the dragon. "

Garrett: what else

"Remember the relic I took you to search for last year, where there are many dragon eggs in the legend."

Garrett's eyes brightened:

"you mean, Solomon's fire dragon treasure, have you found any clues?"

"Yes, I've made great progress recently. There is a wizard in Finland. He has some valuable information on hand. I traced his address. This time, we will find the secret of changing the world. "

With that, he jumped on the dragon's back and reached out to Garrett.

"Would you like to come?"

Garrett wanted to climb on the dragon's back, but as soon as he raised his leg, he picked up his arm and examined the man on the dragon's back.

"And then, what about the end of this trip?"

"You're going back to school."

"Then I can go back to school now." Garrett sneered.

"Oh, good," said fatil. Then go back and say hello to instructor grace for me

With that, he smiles and pats the dragon on the back. The black dragon flapped its wings and ran unsteadily in the snow, faster and faster. The man on the dragon's back waved to Garrett smartly.

"Goodbye ~"

Garrett looked at the back of fatil and the dragon, and sighed with gnashing teeth. He used both hands and feet, jumped to the dragon's back, and grasped the silver haired man's shoulder.

Fatil looked back and grinned,

"hold on."

The black dragon flapped its wings and headed for the clouds.