Chapter 136 Teacher and Student

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In the dark stone room, faint candles flickered on the walls, making it difficult for people to see their own appearance. There are many instruments of torture densely packed on the wall: leather whips, iron chains, soldering irons, and clamps.

A blond boy knelt on the hard floor, looking expressionlessly at the pool of clear water in front of him, water dripped down from his forehead.

He was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with blond hair and blue eyes, high nose and deep eyes, wearing a black school gown, with bruises around his eyes, a swollen face, and a grin at the corner of his mouth. Evidently suffered severe beatings.

Opposite him stood a tall, burly woman with a short ponytail and gray wizard robes. Leaning on the table with a whip in his hand, he read a thin resume with a cold tone in his tone.

"Both parents died, and I grew up alone in the Hokweyan garbage dump. I entered school at the age of eleven, and my grades jumped to the third grade at the age of twelve. I went out to practice with Fatil Drasses at the age of thirteen, and returned to school at the age of fourteen. Then wantonly beat his classmates."

After reading, she put down the resume:

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

The blond boy looked at the pool water in front of him without moving, and the only answer to the trainer was the sound of water dripping from his forehead to the pool.

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

"the sixth time."

The boy remained expressionless.

"What's the reason this time?"

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

Snapped! !

This outrageous statement caused him to be whipped once, and then a burly man came out from the shadows and pressed the boy's head heavily into the pool.

"Arrogance, ignorance."

The trainer said grimly: "Durmstrang has no shortage of students like you."

The pool was bubbling 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.

"Are you still beating your classmates?"

the trainer asked.

The boy was choked on water and whipped, he gasped heavily, the crack on his lip was soaked white. But his expression has not changed from beginning to end, he said lightly:

"They criticize me behind my back."

"Whoever is not criticized behind their backs, will you beat them if others criticize them?"

"I am not a creature of the same level as them, and I will not allow those paramecia to make irresponsible remarks about me."

Gududu boy was pushed into the water again by the strong man, twisting his neck desperately and struggling, this time submerged longer than last time. After a full three minutes, the strong man dragged his head out of the water heavily. He coughed violently, vomiting water continuously.

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

"I will be close to God."

The young man's tone was hoarse, soft, and determined.

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

Fingers tap the table regularly. After a moment of silence, the trainer put the boy's resume on the table and waved his hand. The strong executioner understood, turned around and retreated. In the confinement room, only the trainer and the boy were left.

"You have not come here once or twice. Do you think I want to beat you? I just follow the rules."

The voice of the female trainer softened a bit, she bent down:

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

The boy kneeling by the pool remained unmoved and said nothing.

The trainer lifted the boy's chin with his fingers: "Tell me, what do you really want?"

The boy moved slightly, avoided her finger, lowered 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, are you living in a dream?"

Gellert: "Those people don't deserve to communicate with me."

Trainer: "What about me?"

The boy didn't speak.

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

Gellert: "You can't kill me, I'll only get stronger."

The trainer nodded, she stood up, looked down at the boy kneeling by the pool, and bowed left and right.

Clap! !

Two heavy whips landed on the boy's head, adding two bloodstains to his face. Blood dripped from his face into the sink.

"It seems that no matter what I teach, you seem determined to follow in the footsteps of your teacher."

After saying these words, the boy in front of him raised his head for the first time. Despite being tortured, his slender eyes were still terribly heroic. He knelt on the floor and looked at the trainer in front of him. With a smile:

"You're the only one who is right."

Clap clap! ! !

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

This time, the voice did not subside.

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

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Drops of blood rolled down the young man's face, falling drop by drop, and gradually stained the pool red. The young man maintained an indifferent attitude, as if he was not the one 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 time, a silver spot of light floated in from the window without a sound and landed beside the pool. It illuminated the boy's numb and silent face.

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

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

Gellert stretched his neck and looked out through the bars.

Outside the window is the cold night sky in northern Finland, with a huge full moon high above. Under the moonlight in the distance, a vague figure stood on the top of the castle, waving to him.

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

It seems that the old machine has been oiled and instantly revitalized. He tried to move his arm, but it was tightly handcuffed, and he was chained to the wall by his handlers.

He closed his eyes, and a powerful mental force field pervaded the room. All the objects in the room vibrated, the iron chain 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 a second before falling into the pool.

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

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

A few seconds later, the white wax block turned, and the metal lock made a crisp sound.

The blond boy rolled to the ground, too late to check the wounds on his arms. After breaking free, he immediately picked up a crowbar, climbed onto the window sill and jumped out.

The night in Northern Europe is extremely long, and the shining aurora in the sky is like a blue-green satin, constantly changing its shape.

In the air, the flying silver light spot is like an elf, leading the way ahead.

Gellert followed the spot of light, and quickly climbed up on the well-arranged castle. He was fast. Runs like a feline hunting in the dark.

The light spot is slightly faster than him, after all there is no obstacle to limit it. Soon, after scaling three minarets, he was on the roof of the Academy Dining Room.

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

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

Gellert: "Fatier."

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

The boy smiled and joked, then, with a fixed expression, he pointed to the scar on Gellert's body: "What's going on?"

"nothing."

Gellert shrugged nonchalantly.

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

Fatil said.

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

Fatil sighed, "Gellert, we made an agreement."

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

"What about me?"

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

"It is said 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, come on, they say this precisely because it irritates you, that's what they attack you with, and you learn to laugh it off."

The boy pursed his lips and whispered sullenly, "I'm different from them."

"I know, I know. Of course you're not like them. You're the one who does big things."

Fatil smiled. He took off his leather jacket and put it on Gellert.

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

"almost."

Gellert put on his coat and muttered with a slightly raised corner of his mouth. Then he thought of something else:

"By the way, why did you go back to Durmstrang again? If the principal and those professors find out, they will come and arrest you."

"Ha, they can't catch me."

Fatil took a deep breath of the cigarette, flicked off the cigarette butt, and patted Gellert on the shoulder: "Go, I brought you something nice."

After finishing speaking, he jumped off the castle and slipped out by touching the protrusion on the window eaves.

"What good stuff?"

Gellert chased after him and asked curiously.

"follow me."

Fatil smiled mysteriously.

The two dangled between the castles one after the other. They were all familiar with Durmstrang's terrain, and it wasn't the first time they had sneaked out of school.

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

"What have you been 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, you mean Christina? We've already broken up."

Gellert's face darkened: "No, you mentioned Tiya in your letter last time."

"Ah," Fatil laughed: "It's almost like, they're all French girls."

Gellert curled his lips, said no more, and followed Fatiel silently.

Soon, they approached the back mountain of the school. Here, there was the last wall before they walked out of the school. By the wall, Fatil squatted down and supported Gellert's body to send it up. Gellert climbed to the top of the fence and held out his hand. Grabbing Fatil, he pulled him up too, and the two turned out of the school and fell into the knee-deep snow.

However, after falling into the snow, Gellert looked around, but saw nothing. Countless towering beeches stood on the snow. Some rabbits and elk ran away quickly after sensing the human voice. Other than that, nothing else.

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

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

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

It turned out that what he just saw was just a magical illusion. It really seemed that the beech fell to the ground, and there were some clots of clotted blood scattered on the ground.

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

Sensing Gellert and Fatil approaching, the stalwart creature raised its hind legs and took two steps back.

Fatil walked forward, stretched out his slender fingers to touch its hard chin, turned around and grinned: "How is it?"

"Oh, you got the Heshidia Black Dragon?"

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

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

Fatil said triumphantly.

The smile on Gellert's face faded when he heard this.

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

"Every time you do something like this to flatter me, you must say something that disappoints me later, won't you?"

Fatil was stunned, and sighed with a wry smile: "As expected of my most proud student..."

"Come on, How to Train Your Dragon, tell me, what exactly do you want?"

"I might be out of Europe for a while."

Gellert's eyes widened instantly, and he asked loudly, "What did you say!?"

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

"Hey, keep your voice down, I'm not going to die. I'm just leaving Europe for a while, why are you so excited?"

"I also need to go."

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

"Ah, that's the right thing to say." Fatil raised his eyebrows, "However, you are still too young for now, maybe, wait until you grow up."

"I'm already big."

Gellert interrupts Fatiel:

"My dreams are all about the scene when you took me out on an adventure last year. My life belongs to adventure and the world. I shouldn't waste my life in school."

"Hold on. Look, Gellert, I know you have a lot of grievances with Durmstrang, but right now, school is the best place for you."

"Fatiel!" Gellert said anxiously.

"Gellert?" Fatil looked at him firmly.

The two looked at each other for nearly half a minute. Finally, Gellert looked away and said in a low voice:

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

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

"People have no limits."

Gellert's eyes sparkled: "You told me that, didn't you, we were born to change the world, right?"

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

Gellert grinned, didn't speak any more, just rubbed the snow on the ground with his feet.

Fatil grinned: "Okay, don't be unhappy. I asked you to come out today, not just to let you take a look at the dragon."

Gellert: "What else?"

"Do you still remember the ruins I took you to search last year, the place where there are many, many dragon eggs hidden in the legend."

Gellert's eyes lit up:

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

"That's right, I have made significant progress recently. There is a wizard here in Finland. He has some valuable information on hand. I traced his address. This time, we will definitely find the secret to change the world."

After speaking, he jumped onto the dragon's back and held out his hand to Gellert.

"Do you want to come together?"

Geller deliberately moved, wanting to climb onto the dragon's back, but just as he raised his leg, he crossed his arms and examined the man on the dragon's back.

"And then, when is this trip over?"

"Go back to school obediently."

"Then I can go back to school obediently now." Gellert sneered.

Fatil teased: "Oh~ okay. Then you go back and say hello to Grace's trainer for me."

After finishing speaking, he smiled slightly and patted the dragon's back. The Heshidili black dragon flapped its wings and started running on the snowy ground, running faster and faster. The man on the back of the dragon gave Gellert a cool wave.

"Bye~"

Looking at the backs of Fatil and the dragon, Gellert gritted his teeth and sighed. Using his hands and feet together, he jumped onto the dragon's back and grabbed the silver-haired man's shoulders.

Fatil turned around and grinned,

"Hold on tight."

The black dragon flapped its wings and rushed straight into the clouds.