1899 year

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In the dimly lit stone room, faint candles flickered on the walls, making it impossible to see oneself. The walls are densely packed with many torture instruments, leather whips, iron chains, soldering irons, and clips.

A blonde boy knelt on the hard floor, staring blankly at the pool of clear water in front of him, drops of water dripping down his forehead.

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

Across from him stood a tall woman with a short ponytail and a gray wizard's robe. Leaning against the table with a whip in hand, he read a thin resume, his tone exuding a cold air.

"Both parents died, he was raised by a violent aunt, he entered school at the age of 11, skipped the third grade at the age of 12, went out to practice with Fatil de la Cess at the age of 13, and wantonly beat his classmates when he returned to school at the age of 14......"

After reading it, she put down her resume:

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

The blonde boy looked at the pool in front of him motionlessly, did not move, and the only answer to the trainer was the sound of water droplets dripping from his forehead into the pool.

The trainer sighed, "Tell me yourself, how many times this week?"

"Sixth. ”

The boy remained expressionless.

"What's the reason for this time?"

"There is no reason why ordinary people are not worthy to sit in the same classroom as me. ”

Syllable!!

This wild remark caused him to be whipped, and then a large man came out of the shadows and pressed the boy's head heavily into the pool.

"Arrogant, unaware. ”

The trainer said coldly, "Durmstrang has no shortage of students like you. ”

The pool was bubbling and blistering, and the boy was pressed into the water until his body convulsed violently from being unable to bear the suffocation. The strong man grabbed him by the hair and lifted him up.

"Are you still beating your classmates?"

The trainer asked.

The boy choked and whipped, he gasped heavily, and the cracks on his lips were soaked white. But his expression never changed, and he said lightly:

"Behind my back, they criticized me. ”

"Whoever is not criticized behind their backs, and others criticize you, are you going to beat them?"

"I'm not on the same level as them, and I don't allow those parameciums to make irresponsible comments about me. ”

Goododo...... The boy was pressed into the water again by the strong man, twisting his neck desperately and struggling, this time drowning longer than the last time. It took a full three minutes for the strong man to spit his head out of the water. He coughed violently and vomited fluid.

The trainer crossed his arms and laughed, "What kind of creature are you?" ”

"I will draw near to God. ”

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

The strong man subconsciously wanted to press the boy's head into the water, but this time, the trainer raised his hand and stopped him.

Fingers are regularly tapped on the tabletop. After a moment of silence, the trainer placed the boy's resume on the table and waved his hand. The executioner understood and turned and retreated. In the confinement room, only the trainers and teenagers remained.

"You haven't come to me once or twice, you think I'm trying to beat you? ”

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

"You weren't like that before, you were a very well-behaved kid in the first and second grades, why did you become like this this year? ”

The boy kneeling by the pool was unmoved, not a word.

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

The boy moved slightly, dodged her fingers, bowed his head and said, "I want to change the world." ”

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

Gellert: "Those people don't deserve to be emotional. ”

Trainer: "What about me?"

The boy did not speak.

Instructor: "Tell me what I look like to you." ”

Gellert: "You can't kill me, I'm only going to get stronger." ”

The trainer nodded, and she stood up, looking condescendingly at the young man kneeling by the pool, and opened her bow left and right.

Bang Bang!!

Two heavy lashes landed on the boy's head, adding two more bloody streaks to his face. Blood dripped from his face and fell into the pool.

"It seems that no matter what 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, and despite the torture, his slender eyes were still heroic and terrifying. He knelt on the floor and looked at the handler in front of him. Smile a little:

"You're right. ”

Bang Bang Bang !!

The sound of the whip sounded again, falling on his face again and again, and his expression remained playful throughout.

This time, the sound did not subside.

After three minutes, the female trainer slammed the wooden door of the confinement chamber and walked out of the room.

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Tick. Tick.

Drops of blood rolled down the boy's face, dripping down, gradually staining the pool red, and the boy maintained an indifferent attitude, as if it was not he who had just been punished and tortured.

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

At this moment, a silver point of light floated in silently from the window and landed next to the pool. illuminated the young man's numb and silent face.

He looked up at the silver dot of light.

Immediately, the point of light flew out through the crack in the window.

Gellert craned his neck and looked out through 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, an indistinct figure stood at the top of the castle, beckoning to him.

He perked up, his expression changing from indifference to delight: "Professor Drazeth." ”

It's as if the old machine has been oiled and instantly rejuvenated. He tried to move his arm, but it was cuffed and he was chained to the wall by the trainer.

He closed his eyes, and a powerful spiritual force field filled the room, everything in the room vibrate, chains rattling on the walls, and leather whips buzzing on the table.

The menorah on the wall fell, only to hover in the air for a second before falling into the pool.

The boy opened his eyes, and the candlestick deformed, burned, and swirled in front of him, and finally formed a hot mass of wax oil that slowly floated up.

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

After a few seconds, the white block of wax turned, and the metal lock made a crunch sound.

The blonde boy rolled to the ground, too late to examine the wounds on his arm. After breaking free, he immediately picked up a crowbar, climbed on the windowsill and jumped out.

The Nordic nights are extraordinarily long, and the sky is full of aurora borealis that changes shape like blue-green satin.

In the air, the flying silver dot of light was like a fairy, leading the way ahead.

Gellert followed the point of light, and quickly climbed up the patchwork of castles, his swiftness. It runs like a feline hunting in the dark.

The point of light is slightly 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 academy cafeteria.

Gellert jumped from a height to the ground. Standing in front of him was a silver-haired young man, smiling at the moment in an abandoned exhaust fan opening.

Outwardly, he was only two or three years older than himself. He has short silver hair, wears a leather coat, and has a slender figure. But Gellert knew that he was a little older than he looked.

Gellert: "Fatil. ”

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

The young man smiled and quipped, and then, with a frozen expression, he pointed to the scars on Gellert's body, "What's going on?"

"Nothing. ”

Gellert shrugged indifferently.

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

Fatil said.

"Well, I don't think it's a problem. Gellert sat down next to Fatil.

Fatil sighed, "Gellert, we agreed ......"

"Those moths are talking about you behind your back. Gellert suddenly became agitated, and with disgust on his face, he spat on the ground.

"What do you say about me?"

The silver-haired boy shook his wand and conjured a tissue and handed it to the blonde boy.

"Say that you were expelled from the school, say that you are useless, say that you have no real talent and real learning, say that we are superficial teachers and students, mentally handicapped partners......."

"Oh, oh. ”

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

The boy pursed his lips and whispered in a sullen voice, "I'm different from them. ”

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

Fatil smiled, and he took off his fur coat and draped it over Gellert's body.

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

"Almost. ”

Gellert put on his coat and muttered with the corners of his mouth slightly raised. Then he thought of something:

"Anyway, why are you back in Durmstrang again, if the president and the professors find out, they will come and arrest you. ”

"Hah, they can't catch me. ”

Fatir took a deep puff of his cigarette, flicked off the cigarette 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 of the window by feeling the bulge on the eaves.

"What's good?"

Gellert asked curiously.

"Follow me. ”

Fatil smiled mysteriously.

The two of them swayed from castle to castle one after the other. They were both extremely familiar with Durmstrang's terrain, and it wasn't the first time they had sneaked out of school.

Durmstrang is a school built on a hill with castles and statues dotted throughout. Strings of ice skates hang from the eaves, and occasionally you can see some rough decoration and spraying with a Nordic style.

"What have you been doing lately?"

As he ran 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? ”

Gellert's face darkened: "No, you were talking about Tia in your last letter. ”

"Ah," Fatil snorted, "almost, it's all French girls." ”

Gellert pursed his lips, said no more, and followed Fatil with a sullen head.

Soon, they were close to the back hill of the school. Here, they were one last fence away from leaving the school, and by the wall, Fatil crouched down and carried Gellert's body up. Gellert climbed to the top of the fence and held out his hand. Grabbing Fatil and pulling him up, the two of them tumbled out of the school and fell knee-deep into the snow.

Only, after falling into the snow, Gellert looked around and saw nothing, countless towering beeches stood on the snow. Some rabbits and elk, noticing the human voice, ran away as fast as they could. Other than that, there is nothing else.

He asked curiously, "What are you taking me to see?" ”

Fatil waved his wand, "The spell stops." ”

The space in front of him fluctuated rapidly, producing countless ripples, and the world in front of him disappeared like a block of melting ice.

It turned out that what he had just seen was just a magical illusion, and he really thought that the beech had fallen to the ground here, and there were some clots of clotted blood scattered on the ground.

And in the middle of the collapsed beech, a huge black dragon was biting half an elk, it had razor-sharp scales, a body more than ten feet long, and the hot air from its nostrils melted the surrounding ice and snow.

Sensing Gellert and Fatil coming, the majestic creature propped up its hind legs and took two steps back.

Fatil stepped forward, stretched out his slender fingers and touched its hard chin, then looked back and grinned, "How is it." ”

"Oh, did you get the black dragon of Heshiti?"

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

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

Fatil said triumphantly.

When Gellert heard this, the smile on his face faded.

"What's wrong?" Fatil was puzzled when he saw Gellert's expression.

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

Fatil was stunned for a moment, and sighed with a wry smile: "It is worthy of my most proud student......"

"Come on, master of dragon training, say, what do you want to do?"

"I'm probably going to have to leave Europe for a while. ”

Gellert's eyes widened instantly, and he asked in a loud voice, "What did you say!?"

The black dragon was frightened, and a large puff of sulfurous smoke spewed out, and Fatil was also startled by his excitement.

"Hey, be quiet, I'm not going to die. Why are you so excited when you're just out of Europe for a while?"

"I'm going too. ”

Gellert immediately said: "I've had enough of that school, and the people around me are only immersed in love, bragging, and Quidditch, and there is not a single person in that school who understands me. ”

"Ah, that's right. Fatil raised an eyebrow: "However, you are still too young for the time being, maybe, when you are a little older....."

"I'm already big. ”

Gellert interrupted Fatil:

"All my dreams were the scene last year when you took me out on an adventure, my life belongs to adventure, it belongs to the world, and I shouldn't waste my life at school. ”

"Stop, stop. Listen, Gellert, I know you have a lot of grievances about Durmstrang, but right now, school is the best place for you. ”

"Fatil ......!" Gellert was anxious.

"Gellert?" Fatil looked at him firmly.

The two looked at each other for nearly half a minute, and finally, Gellert looked away, and said in an urn:

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

"Maybe there are limits to people. Fatil whispered, "No matter how smart you are, there is a limit. ”

"There are no limits to people. ”

Gellert's eyes flashed, "That's what you told me, isn't it, we're born to change the world, right?"

Fatil was stunned for a moment, he looked at the serious eyes in front of him, hesitated for a few seconds, and nodded: "We were born to change the world. ”

Gellert grinned and didn't say anything more, just rubbed his foot against the snow on the ground.

Fatil grinned: "Okay, don't be upset. I'm calling you out today, not just to show you the dragon. ”

Gellert: "What else?"

"Remember the ruins I took you to search last year, and the legend of the place where many, many dragon eggs are hidden. ”

Gellert's eyes lit up:

"You mean, Solomon's treasure of the fire dragon, have you found a clue?"

"That's right, I've made significant progress lately. There's a wizard here in Finland who has some valuable information on hand, and I've tracked down his address, and this time, we're sure to find the world-changing secret. ”

With that, he jumped on the dragon's back and held out his hand to Gellert.

"Would you like to come along?"

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

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

"You're going back to school. ”

"Then I'll be able to go back to school now. Gellert scoffed.

Fatil teased: "Oh~ good. Then go back and say hello to Grace Instructor for me. ”

After speaking, he smiled slightly and patted the dragon's back. The black dragon flapped its wings and staggered through the snow, running faster and faster. The man on the dragon's back waved his hand to Gellert.

"Bye-bye~"

Gellert looked at Fatil and the dragon's backs, sighed through gritted teeth, and with his hands and feet, he leaped onto the dragon's back and grabbed the silver-haired man's shoulder.

Fatil looked back and grinned,

"Hold on. ”

The black dragon flapped its wings and soared into the clouds.