Chapter 2023

Ernst always felt that he was a very "story" person. Especially after learning that his mother was a descendant of the ancient giant family and he had some ancient giant blood, compared with the hard life from small to large, he was almost sure that he would be one of the most potential wizards in the next era.

What Dumbledore, what greenward, what Voldemort... And even Merlin, the great wizard talked about by many wizards, will not be an elusive goal - Merlin is a hybrid descendant of human female and male demons? Even if the blood of the ancient giant in his body is already very thin, as long as there is, it means that his efforts will have the hope of return!

However, the event of Haier Bo's recovery shocked him, who was not mature enough. Moreover, it was not Haier Bona who shook his rebellious heart, but the "ordinary" figure who saved his life in danger.

Marca McLean, a wizard whose parents are said to be Muggles. He didn't have any blood that could pave the way for his magical life. He didn't even have generations of elders as wizards to accumulate potential for him, but he grew up to a speechless height in just a few years.

It was this man that made Ernst wonder whether "magic talent" was determined by blood, as the ancient wizard family once said? And his "very story" origin, is it really as valuable as he imagined?

As a result, Ernst, who has great doubts about his past and future, has really kept a low profile recently. Although there is some inheritance from Slytherin, so that he won't relax his practice, at least he won't be as arrogant and don't look at others as he was at the beginning.

Because he knew that even if he spent his whole life, it might be difficult to reach the level and achievements that McLean achieved in just a few years, and even become one of thousands of "nameless ghosts" in this disaster.

Looking to the future? Let's forget it! The future is something that only those who have saved their lives in fatal suffering are entitled to have!

"Hiss -"

Erns doesn't know what happened to him.

It was clear that there was a terrible beep in his head, as if his brain had been penetrated in an instant, and then he was stirred into a paste in the buzzing vibration of his skull. Even if he tried his best to cover his ears, it would not help. But during this period, he somehow had the energy to think about what he had and didn't, and even complained about his life.

Is this what happens when people are dying? So you're dying?

However, fortunately, when Ernst thought he might die on the spot like this, the terrible voice that seemed to ring directly in his head finally disappeared in an instant. In my ears... Perhaps still in my mind, there was only a buzzing sound like tinnitus and dizziness like whirling earth.

After staying for a moment, Ernst slowly opened his eyes and looked around, but he found that he had slipped from his chair to under the desk - he didn't even know he fell down. It can be seen how amazing the movement just now.

"Huh?"

Due to the poor view under the table, and Gryffindor, who was originally sitting next to him, had already slipped out of the back door, he couldn't see what was going on in the classroom now. How are the other students? Did you go through that terrible buzzer attack just like him? Or is he the only one?

However, when he got up with some difficulty holding the chair and looked forward unsteadily, he found that the students in the classroom fell to the ground at the moment!

"Creak."

He pushed away the desk that had been tilted to one side in front of him. As he walked to the front seat, he silently took out his wand.

"Hey! Wake up, you... Seem to be 'Miller'? Hey, Miller... Can you hear me?"

The seat in front of him was a girl from the same school as him. Normally, he didn't care much about each other. Even though he usually had classes in the back of a classroom recently, he just vaguely remembered the last name of the humble little witch.

After bending down, reaching out and patting each other on the arm, he saw that the other party didn't respond at all, and he immediately gave up.

After that, he went on and called several students again and again. Unfortunately, none of them were awake, not even awakened by him.

Fortunately, at least these little wizards seem to be alive. After all, they are still breathing.

"Hello!"

When he came to the middle of the classroom, he was too lazy to bend down again. He directly stabbed the boy who fell in the aisle with his toes. And it happened that this man was Alexander who was really annoying to Ernst, but he was also quite popular.

"Wolff, are you dead? Just say something before you die."

He kicked each other's thigh twice. Seeing that this guy had no response, Ernst shook his head and was about to continue to walk to the front of the classroom.

However, when he finally kicked Alexander on the back waist with a little more strength, he finally heard a slight groan.

"Who... Who hit me?"

"Huh?" Ernst, who had walked around him for two steps, raised his eyebrows, turned around and muttered, "everyone is dizzy. How did you wake up when you came here?"

"What...? ouch!"

Alexander sat up vaguely, his eyes half open and half closed. As soon as he looked up, he banged into the corner of the table, so that he covered the back of his head and shrank again.

"Hum."

Seeing this, Ernst couldn't help humming and laughing. However, he stretched out his hand and helped Alexander up - of course, the action of helping people was still so rough.

But anyway, this was the first person he found who didn't completely faint. At present, in this situation, Ernst's head is full of question marks. If he finds another companion, he can also ask the situation for reference.

If he can't, maybe he has to go outside to talk to the professor.

When Alexander sat down in his chair and felt dizzy holding his head, Ernst patted him on the arm and asked:

"How? Just now... Did a sharp voice also ring out in my mind?"