Chapter 1,694 Bruce Wayne and the Sorcerer’s Stone (9)
Chapter 1667 Bruce Wayne and the Sorcerer’s Stone (9)
When the three of them, who had been busy all morning and could finally go back to rest, returned to the public activity room, the atmosphere in the activity room was unexpectedly solemn. As soon as the three of them walked in, they received the attention of almost everyone in the college.
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"What's wrong?" Barry asked cautiously.
"Oh, you're back." Kane just said this, turning his head to look at them and then ignored them. Instead, he gathered with several other senior students to discuss something.
Little Bruce pushed Barry and motioned for him to join the conversation, but Barry felt a little hesitant, and Little Bruce rolled his eyes helplessly.
After a while, Kane knocked on the table, gathered everyone together, cleared his throat and said.
"I must emphasize to you once again that you are absolutely not allowed to go to the end of the corridor on the fourth floor of the main castle. If you violate other school rules, you may only be punished with labor or the like, but if you violate this rule, you will be responsible for the consequences!"
After everyone had dispersed, Barry came over. Kane leaned against the door of his dormitory, shook his head helplessly and said, "I heard that someone from Zatara Academy mistakenly entered that corridor and was injured."
He was injured and has been sent to the hospital now."
"You guys also know that college has the most people and is not easy to manage. Maybe someone forgot the repeated warnings from the professor and prefects and accidentally triggered some counter-magic. The prefects of all their grades have been punished. I don't want to suffer.
Punishment, so, Barry, please watch out for the students in your grade and don’t really get yourself into the hospital!”
As Kane spoke, he raised his eyes and looked at little Bruce not far away. Barry also looked back at him, and then sighed deeply.
At ten o'clock that night, Barry stopped little Bruce on the steps of the floating spire.
"I knew you were going on a night trip." Barry sighed and said, "Don't tell me your destination is still the corridor on the fourth floor. People have been injured. Don't you know?"
But little Bruce showed a sarcastic smile and said: "That's why I want to go. Either follow me or go back to sleep."
"Impossible, I won't let you go!" Barry stopped in front of little Bruce. He was about the same age as little Bruce, but maybe because little Bruce had better nutrition, he was taller than Barry.
, and a little stronger than him,
Despite this, Barry remained uncompromising. No matter how much Bruce pushed him, he would not get out of the way, but at this time another voice sounded behind them.
"Barry, I think we should go take a look together. At least we should know what hurt the student."
Looking at the girl with platinum hair gradually walking out of the darkness, Barry sighed deeply and said, "Harry, are you going to be stupid like him?"
"You were the one who made the mistake all along. It's you." Little Bruce took this opportunity to push Barry away and walked forward quickly, without looking back: "You want to wait here until dawn to follow you, I'll do it now
It’s about to pass.”
Barry could only grit his teeth and stomped behind Bruce. Although he knew that he had been fooled by Bruce, he had no choice. Whether it was his responsibility as a prefect or his conscience,
He couldn't just watch Bruce die, even if little Bruce was very annoying.
The floating spire is a certain distance away from the main castle. They must first pass through half the garden, walk through the corridor, and cross the courtyard in the center of the manor before they can reach the main castle.
And just as they walked through the corridor and into the courtyard, Bruce raised his head and squinted his eyes at the window on the fourth floor of the castle.
Gothic windows are often tall and narrow, but are symmetrical on both sides. At this time, the moon is behind the castle, and the moonlight shines through the windows into the corridor, allowing the other side of the window to vaguely see the scene in the corridor.
"What?" Barry widened his eyes and said in horror. He had just seen a huge shadow flash past in a window on the fourth floor.
Little Bruce didn't appear to be very surprised. He walked forward quickly and said, "It's not hard to guess. If there are really important things stored in that room, there can't be no guards."
"Professors reminded all students not to go to the corridor on the fourth floor. Perhaps it was because the guard was so cruel that the students could not handle it. They were not worried about the students stealing treasures, but they were worried about the guards injuring the students."
"Their worries are justified." Barry caught up with him and said in a higher voice: "The guards have injured the students."
"That's not the point at all." Little Bruce looked up at the window again, quickened his pace and said, "If it's not to prevent students from stealing treasures, then who is it to prevent?"
"Haven't you ever thought about why they put such guards in the school that are far beyond the students' ability to deal with them, instead of just setting up a few blindfolds to hide them from the students?"
Barry wasn't stupid either. He heard what little Bruce was saying, so he tentatively said, "Maybe this is a trap?"
"This must be a trap."
Little Bruce sighed softly and said, "And if I guessed correctly, the monster guarding there is the tree demon Sergei."
Barry and Harley took a breath together. They had seen Pamela's dryad partner during the day today. Although the tree was not a towering tree, it was at least four or five meters high and had branches.
The arms called Pato are much thicker than their thighs. If the dryad named Sergei looks the same as his brother, it is indeed not something that the students can handle.
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While talking, the three of them had already entered the castle. The already deserted castle had only a few night lights left, and the candlelight flickered, casting all familiar things during the day into terrifying shadows.
Barry felt a little timid, and Harley was even more startled, but little Bruce kept walking forward, and the three of them soon went up the third floor and arrived at the stairs of the fourth floor.
Three little heads were neatly arranged next to the corner wall, looking at the huge shadow dangling at the end of the corridor on the fourth floor. It was a giant tree demon that was almost exactly the same as the Pato they saw this morning. It was different.
What's more, he looked even more terrifying in the dark corridor. Those two green glowing eyes were like will-o'-the-wisps, and his sharp claws seemed ready to tear apart all invading enemies at any time.
"It's really a dryad." Barry covered his mouth and squeezed out a breath from between his fingers. Harley blinked and said, "Do you still remember? Professor Pamela said this morning that someone borrowed this dryad.
, probably used to guard this room."
"Earth's Magic Defense Network..." Little Bruce spat out this word. His tone was rarely mixed with sarcasm, but he said very seriously: "The guys who followed me during the day told me this word. They said this thing.
Very important to the wizarding world."
"In that room is the energy core of the magic defense network." Harley's tone also became serious. As she said herself, she had only heard of many things in the past and had not seen them with her own eyes, so she believed
There are also certain deviations in knowledge.
She knew the existence of green light energy, but she didn't know where this energy came from or how it existed. So if she thought about it this way, it would be reasonable to have a core that stores this energy.
Barry was still a little confused, but Harley's tone gradually became calmer. She said: "I was the first to enter school, so I learned some things about the magical world. The magical world has just experienced a catastrophe. You know why.
?"
Harry told them about the previous situation in the wizarding world as quickly as possible and in the most precise terms. Barry clenched his fists as he listened.
"So it's all the blame on those human traitors. How could they be so spineless and compromise with those angels and demons? If they hadn't given in step by step, how could the magical world be like this?" Barry said angrily.
"I heard Master Andrew say that sometimes you can't completely blame them." Harley lowered her tone and said: "Angels and demons are so much beyond human beings that humans will fall into their trap if they are not careful. Many magicians
I think I have a clear will, but in fact I have been controlled by the devil for a long time."
Little Bruce narrowed his eyes and said: "Could it be that the dean and professors knew that there might be controlled humans sneaking into the academy and wanted to interfere with or even destroy the construction of the magic defense network, so they arranged this
trap?"
"It's very possible." Barry said with a higher tone: "Because if this magic defense network is built, then they will really have a hard time, and if it cannot be built, they will be the ones who benefit the most."
"Hiss..." Harley took a breath, and then said instinctively: "Then we have to tell Professor Schiller quickly."
"Why do you think he is trustworthy?" Little Bruce turned to stare at Harley and said, "To put it bluntly, if he had other solutions, why would he set up this trap?"
Harley paused, but she was not persuaded by Bruce. She knew Schiller better than the other two, so she thought that if the energy core was really dangerous, Schiller would not take it so hastily.
Put it here.
Since it is here and there is a trap, it means that Schiller may have another plan. In this case, it is better to wait and see what happens.
But at this moment, Barry narrowed his eyes and whispered: "Look, there seems to be someone over there!"
The other two people immediately followed his gaze and saw a black figure appearing behind the tree demon. He was wearing a black robe, so they couldn't see his face or body shape clearly. They just moved quickly from there.
The tree demon rushed behind him.
The hearts of the three of them were immediately in suspense, because behind the tree demon was the door of the room, but the black shadow rushed to the door and found that there was a lock on the door. The tree demon also reacted quickly, waving its arm full of branches.
, and drew directly towards the black shadow.
The shadow was too close, so he instinctively stretched out his arm to resist. After letting out a low cry of pain, the shadow grabbed his own arm, and blood dripped from it.
Seizing the moment when the dryad's movement paused, the black shadow slipped under his arm, and then jumped out of the window. The three of them quickly rushed down the stairs to the courtyard of the castle, but there was no one there anymore.
The next morning, little Bruce went to the auditorium to have breakfast and his eyes were fixed on Schiller.
At this time, Schiller was holding a fork in one hand to fork the bread, while the other hand was always hanging under the table, hidden in his sleeve.
Victor, who came to work part-time, sat next to Schiller, and little Bruce listened to their conversation with his ears.
"What's wrong? Schiller, is your hand injured?"
"It's just a small injury."
"It's really strange that you are still injured. How did you do it?"
Schiller was silent, while Anna on the other side came over and said to Victor with a smile.
"He plays with the shredder!"
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