Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

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In the dim stone room, the faint candlelight flickered on the wall, making it difficult to see what I looked like. Close and numerous on the wall are numerous instruments of torture: leather whips, iron chains, soldering irons, and clamps.

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

He is about fifteen or sixteen years old, with blond hair and blue eyes, high nose and deep eyes, wearing a black school gown, 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.

Across from him, stood a tall and strong 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, first skipped Third Year at the age of twelve, and went out to cultivation at the age of thirteen with Fatiel De Laces , After returning to school at the age of fourteen, wanton beating the student..."

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 motionlessly, and did not move. 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?"

"Sixth time."

The teenager still faces No expression.

"What is the reason for this time?"

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

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This bluff caused him to be beaten once, and then a burly man walked out of the shadow and pressed the boy's head heavily into the pool.

"Arrogant, not knowing it."

The instructor said coldly: "Durmstrang does not lack students like you."

The pool was filled with grumble and grumble. With blisters, the boy was pressed in the water until his body convulsed violently because he couldn't bear the suffocation. The brawny man grabbed his hair and lifted him up.

"Do you still beat your student?"

The trainer asked.

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

"They criticize me behind their backs."

"Whoever is not criticized behind their backs, you will be assaulted if others criticize you. Are they?"

"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 brawny man again, twisting his neck desperately and struggling, this time he was drowning longer than the last time. After a full 3 minutes, the brawny man dragged his head out of the water. He coughed violently and vomited water constantly.

The instructor smiled with his arms, "What kind of creature are you."

"I will be close to God."

The boy's tone was hoarse and gentle. , Sure.

brawny man subconsciously was about to press the boy's head into the water, but this time, the trainer raised his hand and stopped him.

Finger points on the table regularly. After a moment of silence, the trainer put the boy's resume on the table and waved. The execution brawny man understood, and turned back. In the confinement room, only the trainer and the teenager were left.

"You are not here for one or two times anymore. Do you think I want to hit you? I just act according to the regulations."

The female trainer's voice softened a bit, she Bend down:

"You used to be like this. When you were a very well-behaved child in First Year and Second Year, why did you become like this this year."

The teenager who kneeled by the pool remained unmoved and said nothing.

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

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

The trainer sighed: "You can't even handle the interpersonal relationship, but you also change the world, living in a dream?"

Gellert: "Those people Not worthy to communicate with me."

Instructor: "What about me?"

The boy did not speak.

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

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

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

Papa!!

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 to be determined to follow in the footsteps of your teacher."

Speaking of this sentence, the boy in front of me lifts the head for the first time, Despite the torture, his slender eyes are still terrifying. He knelt on the floor and looked at the trainer in front of him. A faint smile:

"Only this sentence is right."

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The whip sound rang again, and it fell on his face again and again, his expression always being abusive.

This time, the voice did not subside.

After 3 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. Ticking.

Blood drops rolled from the boy's face, drop by drop, and gradually dyed the pool red. The boy 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 moment, a silver light spot floated in silently from the window and landed beside the pool. Illuminated the numb and silent face of the young man.

He lifts the head, looking 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 in northern Finland, with a huge full moon hanging high. In the moonlight in the distance, a fuzzy silhouette stood on top of the castle, beckoning to him.

He cheered up, his expression changed from indifferent to joy: "Professor Dracace."

It was as if the old machine had been oiled and 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, a powerful spirit strength field permeated the room, everything in the room vibrated, the iron chain rang oh la la on the wall, and the whip was on the table. It buzzed and vibrated.

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

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

Under the control of the spirit strength field, the wax oil drilled 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 fell to the ground, too late to examine the wound on his arm one after another. 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 is like an elf, leading the way in front.

Gellert followed the light spot and quickly climbed up on the scattered castle. His movement method was quick. It runs like a cat hunting in the dark.

The light spot is slightly faster than him, after all, there is no obstacle to limit it. Soon, after climbing the three minarets, he came to the roof of the house dinning hall.

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, a leather jacket, and a slender figure. But Gellert knew that his actual age was a bit older than he looked.

Gellert: "Fatiel."

"Damn, how long have you called me a professor?"

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

"Nothing."

Gellert shrugged indifferently.

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

Fatier said.

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

Fatier sighed, "Gellert, we agreed..."

"The moths are talking about you behind their backs." Gellert suddenly became excited, his face With disgust, he spit on the ground.

"What do you say about me?"

The silver-haired boy wand flicked and 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 to attack you, you have to learn to laugh it off."

The teenager pouted and said in a low voice. : "I am different from them."

"I know, I know. Of course you are different from them. You are the one who will do the major event."

Fatier laughed, he took off his leather jacket and put it on Gellert's body.

“The people who do the major event don’t care about other people’s criticism, do they?”

“Almost.”

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

"By the way, why are you back to Durmstrang again, if the headmaster and those professors know, they will arrest you."

"Ha, They can't catch me."

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

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

"What good thing?"

Gellert followed up and asked curiously.

"Come with me."

Fatir smiled mysteriously.

The two one after the other dangled between the castles. They are 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 around it. Strings of ice skates hang on the eaves, and occasionally some rough decorations and paintings with Nordic style can be seen among them.

"What are you doing lately?"

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

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

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

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

Gellert twitched his lips, stop talking, follow Fatir Behind.

Soon, they approached the mountainside 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, extending the 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.

Only, 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 this, nothing else.

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

Fatier waved wand, "Finite Incantatem."

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

It turns out that what he just saw was just a magic illusion. It really looked like the beech here 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 is biting half of an elk. It has razor-sharp scales and a body that is more than ten feet long. The heat from the nostrils melts. The surrounding ice and snow.

Detecting Gellert and Fatir approaching, the stalwart creature supported its hind legs and retreated two steps.

Fatier walked forward, stretched out his slender fingers and touched its hard chin, then turned his head and grinned: "How is it?"

"Oh, you got it Black Dragon in Heshed?"

Gellert's eyes flashed with rays of light, and he also stepped forward, but he kept a certain distance from Black Dragon.

"It's a mother, seven years old, and she is about to lay eggs. If you have good luck, you can get a dragon egg. How about it, is it great."

Fatier 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 this kind of flattering behavior, you have to say something that disappoints me, isn't it?"

Fatier was taken aback and smiled bitterly. Sighed: "As expected to be my most proud student..."

"Come on, how to train your dragon expert, come on, what on earth do you want to do?"

"I might want to Leaving Europe for a while."

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

The Black Dragon was frightened and spewed out a big burst. With the sulphurous smoke, Fatir was also taken aback by his excitement.

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

"I want to go too."

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

"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:

"I dreamed about scenes when you took me out for adventure last year. My life belongs to adventure. I belong to the world and I shouldn’t waste my life in school."

"Stop and stop. Listen, Gellert, I know you have a lot of dissatisfaction with Durmstrang, but now, school is the best place for you. "

"Fatier...!" Gellert 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 low, muffled voice:

"You said, 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 flashed 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 serious eyes in front of him. After hesitating for a few seconds, 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.

Fatier 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: "Also What's the matter?"

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

Gellert eyes shined:

"You mean, Solomon’s Dragon treasure, did you find 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 must be able to find the secret to change the world."

After that, he jumped on the back of the dragon and extended the hand to Gellert.

"Would you like to come together?"

Gellert was moved and wanted to climb on the dragon's back, but as soon as he raised his leg, he raised 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.

Fatier teased: "Oh~ okay. Then you go back and say hello to Grace Trainer for me."

After that, he slightly smiled. ,Patted dragon back. The Black Dragon patted wings of the Heshe Dili staggered and ran on the snow, running faster and faster. The man riding on the dragon's back waved to Gellert coolly.

"Goodbye~"

Gellert looked at the back of Fatir and the giant dragon, sighed with gnashing teeth, he used his hands and feet together, jumped, jumped on the dragon’s back, and grabbed Lived on the shoulder of the silver-haired man.

Fatier turned his head and grinned,

"Grab it steady."

Black Dragon flapped its wings and went straight to the clouds.