Chapter 1,692 Bruce Wayne and the Sorcerer’s Stone (7)
Chapter 1665 Bruce Wayne and the Sorcerer’s Stone (7)
Schiller met Bruce Jr. on his way back to the dean's office after dinner.
Because it was almost lights-out time, all Bruce's followers returned to their own colleges and no longer followed him. He returned to the dormitory alone, and as soon as he turned the corner, he met Schiller who was about to return to the office.
"Ah!" Little Bruce was startled and cried out. Schiller raised his eyebrows slightly, looked him up and down and asked: "Mr. Wayne, why don't you go back to bed so late? In the corridor
Why are you running around?"
"I'm not running around." Little Bruce retorted instinctively. He looked up at Schiller and said with some complaint: "Besides, it's only eight o'clock now, and only three-year-olds go to bed at eight o'clock.
"
"Well, it seems you are not sleepy. Since you have so much time, tell me how you got here."
"I just want to visit the school, I..."
"I mean, how did you come to this universe?" Schiller looked into Bruce's eyes and asked: "You are Bruce Wayne, just Bruce Wayne in another universe, right?
"
Little Bruce's eyes widened immediately. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to deny it, but finally said angrily: "Yes, I am Bruce Wayne. Those idiots thought I was an illegitimate child. They are really stupid."
Reason."
"So how did you get here?"
"I..." Little Bruce paused, and suddenly, as if someone had stepped on his tail, he raised his head and glared at Schiller, and said in a sharp voice: "Why should I tell you? What does this have to do with you?!"
"I just care about you as the dean of this college." Schiller said slowly. He looked at little Bruce up and down, and then said: "You lost your school uniform. If you tell me the truth, I will
How about I give you a replacement set?"
"I don't want to wear that ugly school uniform." Little Bruce folded his arms and tilted his head to one side and said, "You are all the same. You must preach to me about integrating into society. Why should I?"
Wear the same thing as those idiots?"
Schiller raised his head slightly. His eyes looking at little Bruce began to become a little focused. This slightly nervous look made little Bruce feel a chill on his back. He instinctively took two steps back and stammered:
"You, what are you looking at me for?"
Suddenly, Schiller showed a clear look. He touched his chin gently, and then said: "You had a fight with your housekeeper because he wanted you to return to school as soon as possible. You ran away from home.
When you go out and meet someone who thinks the same as you...who could it be? The clown?...No, then you won't survive now...John Constantine?"
Little Bruce finally showed a truly frightened expression. He took two steps back in a panic, looked at Schiller in disbelief and said, "You can read minds? Can you read my memory?!"
"No, I'm just speculating." Schiller took out a staff given to him by Strange from his sleeve, then he gently touched the side of the staff with his fingers, and then said: "You met
Constantine, but judging from your age, he should be very young and have similar rebellious ideas as you."
"It's just that his rebellion stems from his living environment and his unique magical talent, and you, your dislike of ordinary people comes from... their prejudice, or to be precise, their pity."
"After your parents passed away, many people should have looked at you with pity, but you didn't like this kind of gaze, as if you were a pitiful little person who couldn't do anything without your parents."
"Your housekeeper hopes that you can return to normal school life, but when you think that they will look at you like this once you return to school, you feel very irritated and determined not to go back, so you choose
runaway."
"After running away from home, you met Constantine who came to Gotham, but why did he come to Gotham?... Because of debt? Has his debt been repaid?"
Schiller narrowed his eyes slightly, put together the slightly chaotic information in his mind, and then said: "There was a problem with his magic, which caused him to be unable to repay his debts smoothly, so he came to Gotham to seek a solution, and then he met
You who ran away from home."
"His more extreme and rebellious ideas make you more convinced that your views are right, so you act more and more extreme."
"Can you tell me who brought you here? Mr. Wayne?"
Little Bruce looked at Schiller in a daze. He pursed his lips tightly and tried his best to keep his expression from showing fear, like a trapped cub.
"If you tell me now, you might get some benefit from me, but if you don't tell me, I will one day be able to guess that you have seen it, right?"
"You damn evil mage!" Little Bruce gritted his teeth and said, "You peeked into my memory. Constantine was right. There is no good mage!"
"That's how you understand it." Schiller shook his head slightly, and then asked: "So are you going to tell me?"
"I..." Little Bruce took a deep breath, but still mustered up the courage to look into Schiller's eyes, but when he came into contact with those gray eyes, he looked away in panic.
"The mage named John Constantine said that 'the runes of divine power have been changed'. He drew a large magic circle on the ground, and then modified it there for several hours."
"Then what?"
"I did have a fight with Alfred because he had to let me attend the opening ceremony on time. I felt very angry and ran out of Wayne Manor, but I had nowhere to go. After I met Constantine, I
I kept watching him draw the magic circle."
Little Bruce opened his mouth again, as if he felt that what he said next was a bit shocking, and he hesitated whether to continue, but after a pause, he continued.
"I understand."
"What?"
"I understand how those runes of sacred power work. Someone is constantly changing the way they are used. That Constantine is like a stupid fish who sees the tempting bait, and he is about to be hooked."
"so you……"
"While he was away, I used the sacred power he had used and the runes that condensed time to lock the state of the magic circle, so that I could be temporarily immune to changes in the way of power passage made by the source of the sacred power."
"Has it taken effect?"
Little Bruce showed a slightly embarrassed expression again, but in the end he shook his head and said: "I'm not sure. The magic circle emitted a very strong light, and I vaguely saw a pair of eyes. When our eyes came into contact,
In an instant, the magic circle collapsed."
"Later, Alfred found me, and I followed him back to Wayne Manor. Within a few days, a big bat flew into the attic of my house, and I received the admission notice to this magic academy."
"I don't understand what's going on." Little Bruce licked his lips that were dry due to nervousness. He swallowed and said, "I am in the process of portraying the divine power of Constantine."
I saw words like 'Heaven' among the runes."
"You want to know if your parents went to heaven?"
"That's what they all said..."
Little Bruce began to become nervous and irritable again. He kept rolling his eyes and refused to look at people. His finger muscles also twitched a little. He spoke quickly: "Everyone said at the funeral that they would go to heaven. Al
Fred also said that if I was pious enough, I could still see them in the future, but I knew this was just nonsense to fool children."
"When a person dies, he is dead. There is no future. But at that time, I didn't know there was magic in this world."
"Do you want to resurrect your parents?"
"Constantine said that resurrection is a trap for angels and demons." Little Bruce took a deep breath, then lowered his head and said, "This cannot tempt me like other children who have lost their parents, because I know that everything has a price."
"Very good, I hope you can always be so determined."
Little Bruce looked up at Schiller. He didn't know what Schiller meant. When Schiller turned to leave, little Bruce stared at his back tightly. The fear and tension had not completely dissipated.
, and when the cold wind blew in the corridor, the biting chill from behind reminded him that the back of his shirt was completely soaked with cold sweat.
"Rodriguez..." When little Bruce turned around and read out the name, his tone was as strong as if he was about to bite the words into pieces.
Originally, he chose this academy just because he wanted to find news about heaven among the countless information about the magical world. The academy where he studied theory was the most suitable. But now he felt that he was like a ghost in front of this mysterious dean.
It's because all my thoughts have been seen through.
Is mind reading also a type of magic?
When he discovered that his thoughts might be read by others, the feeling of being spied on would make people feel great pressure. Little Bruce returned to the dormitory with a heavy heart, and then saw Barry in the common room.
Standing in the middle of the students and saying something.
"...I don't think I have any authority over other students, but I'm afraid I still have to take the trouble to remind you to abide by school rules, respect teachers and classmates, and be responsible for the safety of yourself and others."
"I must emphasize again that you are not allowed to enter the second room at the end of the corridor on the fourth floor of the main castle. There are some important things there. It is the most basic quality and courtesy not to touch things that others do not allow you to touch."
"Don't put your incompetence in such a nice tone..."
Little Bruce's voice came from the door. Barry immediately frowned and looked over. Little Bruce walked over with a gloomy face. He looked at Barry up and down, then walked straight past him and bumped into him on purpose.
Touch his shoulder.
"Give it back to you." After saying this, little Bruce turned around and entered his dormitory, and then closed the door with a "bang".
Everyone looked at Barry, who frowned and stared at Bruce's door. After a while, he shook his head and said, "If Mr. Wayne must set a bad example, we don't need to worry too much about him.
, because without those followers, he alone has no effect, so why should we be familiar with him? "
He deliberately raised his voice to ensure that his voice could pass through the door. Sure enough, the door opened again, and Bruce rushed out with an angry look on his face.
He rushed directly in front of Barry, grabbed Barry's collar, raised his fist, and the students around him panicked.
But at this time, Harley rubbed her eyes and walked out of the room, and said dissatisfiedly: "What are you doing up so late at night? Rafa, Rafa, aren't you going to take care of it?"
Kane and other senior students were called out of the room. Kane came over, looked at the two arguing in a serious tone and said: "It's bedtime now, go back to your dormitory immediately."
Little Bruce glanced left and right at the senior students gathered around him, loosened Barry's collar as if to vent his anger, and gave him a push.
Seeing the slightly dissatisfied expressions of the senior students around him, Kane sighed, and then said: "Students of the same grade are not allowed to argue in the school. This is a serious violation of school rules, and your quarrel affects other people."
"I'm afraid I have to tell you that you are going to clean the big garden together tomorrow morning. And you, Harry, you haven't finished your homework yet, so you will go with them tomorrow."