Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

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Ticking...

Ticking...

Ticking...

In the dim stone room, the faint candlelight flickered on the wall, making people unable to see their appearance. Numerous instruments of torture, leather whips, iron chains, soldering irons, and clamps are densely placed on the wall.

A blond teenager knelt on the hard floor, looking blankly at the pool of clear water in front of him, dripping dripping from his forehead.

He was about fifteen or sixteen years old, blond, blue-eyed, with high nose and deep eyes, wearing a black school gown, with bruises at the corners of his eyes, a little swollen face, and a grin at the corner of his mouth. Apparently he was severely beaten.

Opposite him, stood a tall woman with a short ponytail and a gray wizard robe. Leaning on the table with a whip in his hand, reading a thin resume, his tone exuding a cold breath.

"Parents died, raised by a violent aunt, enrolled at the age of eleven, skipped first grade at twelve, and went to the third grade at twelve. At the age of thirteen, he went out to practice with Fatir Derases, and returned to school at the age of fourteen. Wanting to beat up classmates..."

After reading, she put down her resume:

"Gellert, what do you want me to say."

The blond boy looked at the pool water in front of him motionlessly, did not move, and the only answer to the instructor was the sound of water dripping from the front of the pool.

The trainer sighed: "Tell me, how many times has this week been this week?"

"the sixth time."

The boy was still expressionless.

"What's the reason this time?"

"There is no reason, those ordinary people are not worthy to sit in the same classroom with me."

Snapped! !

This crazy talk caused him to be whipped once, and then a sturdy man walked out of the shadow and pressed the boy's head heavily into the pool.

"Arrogant, without knowing it."

The instructor said coldly: "Darmstrand has no shortage of students like you."

The pool was gurgling with blisters, and the boy was pressed into the water until his body convulsed violently because he couldn't bear the suffocation. The strong man grabbed his hair and lifted him up.

"Do you still hit your classmates?"

The trainer asked.

The boy was choked and beaten. He panted heavily, the cracks on his lips were soaked and whitish. But his expression has not changed from beginning to end, he said lightly:

"They criticize me behind their backs."

"Who is not criticized behind their backs, do you beat them when others criticize?"

"I am not a level creature with them. I don't allow those paramecium to make irresponsible remarks to me."

Grumbling...The young man was pushed into the water by the strong man again, twisting his neck desperately and struggling, this time he was drowned longer than the last time. It took three full minutes before the strong man threw his head out of the water heavily. He coughed violently, vomiting water constantly.

The trainer laughed out with his arms, "What kind of creature are you."

"I will be close to God."

The boy's tone was hoarse, soft, and determined.

The brawny man subconsciously pressed the boy's head into the water, but this time, the trainer raised his hand and stopped him.

The fingers touch the desktop regularly. After a moment of silence, the trainer put the boy's resume on the table and waved. The execution strong man understood, turned and retreated. In the confinement room, only the trainer and the teenager were left.

"You didn't come to me once or twice. Do you think I want to beat you? I'm just following the regulations."

The female trainer's voice softened a little, and he bent down:

"You weren't like that before. In the first and second grades, you were a very well-behaved child. Why did you become like this this year?"

The young man kneeling by the pool was unmoved and said nothing.

The instructor picked up the boy's chin with his fingers: "Tell me, what do you want?"

The boy moved slightly, avoiding her fingers, lowered his head and said, "I want to change the world."

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

Gellert: "Those people are not worthy to communicate with me."

Trainer: "What about me?"

The teenager did not speak.

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

Gellert: "You can't kill me, I will only become stronger."

The trainer nodded, she stood up, looked condescendingly at the young man kneeling by the pool, and bowed left and right.

Pop! !

Two heavy whips fell on the young man's head, adding two more blood stains to his face. Drops of blood dripped from his face into the pool.

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

When these words were spoken, the young man in front of him raised his head for the first time. Despite the torture, his slender eyes were still terrifyingly heroic. He knelt on the floor and looked at the trainer in front of him. A faint smile:

"Only this sentence you are right."

Bang bang bang! ! !

The whip sound rang again, falling on his face time and time again, his expression always showing abusive expression.

This time, the voice did not subside.

After three full minutes, the female trainer fell heavily on the wooden door of the confinement room and walked out of the room.

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Tick. Tick.

Drops of blood rolled off the young man's face, dripping down, gradually reddening the pool. The young man maintained an indifferent attitude. It seemed that it was not him who had just been punished and tortured.

He didn't feel too much pain. He grew up in a world of violence and chaos since he was a child. For this level of punishment, he has long been accustomed to it.

At this time, a silver spot of light silently floated in from the window and landed beside the pool. Illuminated the numb and silent face of the teenager.

He raised his head and looked at the silver light spot.

Immediately, the light spot flew out from the gap in the window.

Gellert moved his neck and looked out along the bars.

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

He cheered up, his expression changed from indifference to joy: "Professor De La Cess."

As if the old machine was oiled, it instantly rejuvenated. He tried to move his arm, but his arm was tightly handcuffed, and he was locked to the wall by the trainer.

He closed his eyes, and a powerful mental field permeated the room. All the objects in the room vibrated, the iron chains rattled on the wall, and the leather whip buzzed and vibrated on the table.

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

The boy opened his eyes, the candlestick deformed, burned, and rotated in front of him, and finally formed a ball of hot wax oil slowly floating.

Under the control of the mental force field, the wax oil drilled into the metal lock on the arm, solidified and hardened.

After a few seconds, the white wax block turned, and the metal lock snapped a crisp sound.

The blond boy fell to the ground, too late to examine the wounds on his arm. After getting rid of the restraints, he immediately picked up a crowbar, climbed on the window sill and jumped out.

The nights in Northern Europe are extremely long, and the aurora shining in the sky is like blue-green silk, constantly changing shapes.

In the air, the flying silver light spot led the way like an elf.

Gellert followed behind the spot of light and quickly climbed up on the scattered castles, his body swift. It runs like a cat hunting in the dark.

The light spot is slightly faster than him, after all, there are no obstacles to limit it. Soon, after surpassing the three minarets, he came to the roof of the college cafeteria.

Gellert jumped to the ground from a height. Standing in front of him was a silver-haired boy, sitting with a smile at the opening of an abandoned exhaust fan.

From the outside, he is only two or three years older than himself. He has short silver hair, is wearing a leather jacket, and has a slender figure. But Gellert knew that his actual age was a bit older than he looked.

Gellert: "Fatier."

"Damn it, how long has it been since you called me a professor?"

The young man smiled and joked. Then, his expression condensed, and he pointed to the scar on Gellert's body: "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing."

Gellert shrugged indifferently.

"You promised me not to cause trouble at school."

Fatir said.

"Well, I don't think this is trouble." Gellert sat beside Fatir.

Fatir sighed, "Gellert, we agreed..."

"Those worms are talking about you behind their backs." Gellert suddenly got excited, with disgust on his face, and spit on the ground.

"What about me?"

The silver-haired boy flicked his wand, turned into a tissue and handed it to the blond boy.

"Say that you were expelled from the school, that you are worthless, that you have no real talents, that we are superficial teachers and students, and mentally handicapped partners..."

"Oh, oh."

The silver-haired man raised his palm. "Gellert, please, they will say this precisely because these words will irritate you, this is their weapon against you, you have to learn to laugh it off."

The young man pursed his mouth and said in a low voice, sullenly, "I am different from them."

"I know, I know. Of course you are different from them. You are the one who has to do great things."

Fatir smiled, he took off his leather jacket and put it on Gellert.

"People who do big things don't care about other people's criticism, right?"

"almost."

Gellert put on his coat and muttered with a slightly raised corner of his mouth. Then what came to his mind:

"By the way, why are you back to Durmstrang again? If the principal and the professors know about it, they will come to arrest you."

"Ha, they can't catch me."

Fatir took a deep breath, flicked off the cigarette butt, and patted Gellert on the shoulder: "Go, I brought you a good thing."

After speaking, he jumped off the castle and slipped out, touching the bulge on the eaves of the window.

"What good stuff?"

Gellert followed up and asked curiously.

"follow me."

Fatir smiled mysteriously.

The two swayed between the castles one after another. They are all very familiar with the terrain of Durmstrang, and it is not the first time that they have sneaked out of school.

Durmstrang is a school built on the hillside, with castles and statues scattered throughout. Strings of ice skates hang on the eaves, and occasionally some rough decorations and paintings with Nordic style can be seen in them.

"What are you doing lately?"

While sneaking away, Gellert asked curiously, "Last time you sent me a letter with an owl saying that you were dating a French girl."

"Oh, did you say Christina? We split up early."

Gellert's face turned dark: "No, you said Tiya in your last letter."

"Ah," Fatir said haha: "Almost, they are all French girls."

Gellert curled his lips, stopped talking, and followed Fatir behind his head.

Soon, they approached the back mountain of the school. Here, they had the last wall before they walked out of the school. By the side of the wall, Fatir squatted down, holding Gellert's body and sending it up. Gellert climbed to the top of the wall and stretched out his hand. He grabbed Fatir and pulled him up, and the two of them turned out of the school and fell into the knee-deep snow.

However, after falling into the snow, Gellert looked around and saw nothing. There were countless towering beech standing on the snow. Some rabbits and elk ran away quickly after sensing the human voice. Apart from that, there is nothing else.

He asked curiously: "What are you taking me to see? Rabbit."

Fatir waved his magic wand, "The curse stopped immediately."

The space in front of him fluctuates rapidly, producing countless ripples, and the world in front of him disappears like melting ice.

It turned out that what he had just seen was an illusion of magic. He really thought it was the beech that fell to the ground, and there were scattered clots of coagulated blood on the ground.

In the center of the collapsed beech, a huge black dragon was biting half of an elk. It had razor-sharp scales and a body of ten feet long. The heat from its nostrils melted the surrounding ice and snow.

Perceiving Gellert and Fattier coming, the stalwart creature supported its hind legs and took two steps back.

Fatir walked forward, stretched out his long slender fingers and touched its hard chin, then turned his head and grinned: "How about it."

"Oh, did you get the black dragon in Heshedia?"

Gellert's eyes glowed, and he stepped forward, but he kept a certain distance from the black dragon.

"It's a mother, seven years old, and she's about to lay eggs. If you're lucky, you can get a dragon egg. How about it, isn't it great?"

Fatir said triumphantly.

When Gellert heard this, the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

"What's the matter?" Fatir was puzzled when he saw Gellert's expression.

"Every time you do something like this kind of flattering, you have to say something that disappoints me later, isn't it?"

Fatir was taken aback for a moment, then sighed with a wry smile: "As expected to be my most proud student..."

"Come on, Dragon Trainer, come on, what on earth do you want to do?"

"I may be leaving Europe for a while."

Gellert instantly widened his eyes and asked loudly, "What did you say!?"

The black dragon was frightened and sprayed out a large sulphurous smoke, and Fatir was also startled by his excitement.

"Hey, keep it quiet, I'm not going to die. It's just being away from Europe for a while, why are you so excited?"

"I also need to go."

Gellert said immediately: "I'm fed up with that school. People around me will only be immersed in love, bragging, and Quidditch. There is no one in that school who understands me."

"Ah, that's right." Fatir raised his eyebrows: "However, you are still too young for the time being. Maybe, wait for you to get older..."

"I'm already very big."

Gellert interrupted Fatir:

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

"Hold it off. Listen, Gellert, I know you have a lot of dissatisfaction with Durmstrand, but now, school is the best place for you."

"Fatier...!" Geller 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 urn voice:

"You said that school is not a place for smart people to stay."

"Perhaps people always have limits." Fatir said softly, "No matter how smart there are, there are limits."

"People have no limits."

Gellert's eyes shone brightly: "This is what you told me, isn't it, we are born to change the world, right?"

Fatir was taken aback. He looked at the very serious eyes in front of him. After hesitating for a few seconds, he nodded: "We are born to change the world."

Gellert grinned, did not speak any more, just ran the snow on the ground with his feet.

Fatir grinned: "Okay, don't be upset. I called you out today, but it's not just for you to take a look at the dragon."

Gellert: "What else?"

"Remember the ruins I took you to search last year? There are many dragon eggs hidden in that legend."

Gellert's eyes lit up:

"You mean, Solomon's Fire Dragon Treasure, have you found a clue?"

"Yes, I have made significant progress recently. There is a wizard here in Finland. He has some valuable information on hand. I tracked down his address. This time, we can definitely find the secret to change the world."

After speaking, he jumped on the dragon's back and reached out to Gellert.

"Do you want to come together?"

Geller moved deliberately and wanted to climb onto the dragon's back, but as soon as he raised his leg, he took his arms and looked at the man on the dragon's back.

"Then, what about the end of this trip?"

"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 Grace Trainer for me."

After speaking, he smiled slightly and patted the dragon's back. The black dragon of Heshedia patted its wings and staggered and ran on the snow, running faster and faster. The man riding on the dragon's back waved to Gellert coolly.

"Bye~"

Gellert looked at the backs of Fatir and the dragon, gritted his teeth and sighed. Using his hands and feet together, he leaped and jumped onto the dragon's back, grabbing the shoulder of the silver-haired man.

Fatir turned his head and grinned.

"Grasp it firmly."

The black dragon flapped its wings and went straight to the clouds.