Chapter 1692 Bruce Wayne and the Sorcerer's Stone (VII)

Chapter 1665 Bruce Wayne and the Philosopher's Stone (VII)

Schiller met Bruce Jr. on his way back to the dean's office after dinner.

Because it was close to lights-out time, Bruce Jr.'s followers all returned to their own colleges and did not follow him. He returned to the dormitory alone, and just as he turned the corner, he ran into Schiller who was on his way back to the office.

"Ah!" 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? What are you running around in the corridor?"

"I'm not running around." Bruce instinctively retorted. He looked up at Schiller and said with some complaints, "Besides, it's only eight o'clock now. Only three-year-olds go to bed at eight o'clock."

"Well, it seems that 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, but you are not It's Bruce Wayne from another universe, right? "

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 a bastard. It's really stupid and unreasonable."

"Then how did you get here?"

"I..." Bruce paused, and suddenly looked up at Schiller as if someone stepped on his tail, and said sharply: "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 Bruce up and down, and then said: "You lost your school uniform. If you tell me the truth, I will give you a new one, how about it?"

"I won't wear that ugly school uniform." Little Bruce crossed his arms and turned his head to one side and said, "You are all the same. You must use the great principles of integrating into society to preach to me. Why should I wear the same clothes as those idiots?"

Schiller raised his head slightly. He looked at little Bruce with a focused look. This slightly neurotic look made little Bruce feel cold on his back. He instinctively took two steps back and stammered, "You, why are you looking at me?"

Suddenly, Schiller showed a look of understanding. He gently touched his chin and said, "You and your housekeeper quarreled because he wanted you to return to school as soon as possible. You ran away from home and met someone who had similar ideas as you... Who could it be? Joker? ... No, then you wouldn't be alive now... John Constantine? "

Little Bruce finally showed a frightened expression. He took two steps back in panic, looked at Schiller in disbelief and said, "You can read minds? You can read my memory? !"

"No, I'm just guessing." Schiller took out a staff given to him by Strange from his sleeve, and 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 comes from the environment he lives in and the unique magical talent he has, and you, your disgust for ordinary people comes from... their prejudice, or to be more precise, their pity."

"After your parents died, many people should have looked at you with pity, but you don't like this kind of gaze, as if you are a poor little thing who can't do anything without your parents. "

"Your housekeeper wants you to return to normal school life, but when you think about how 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 to run away from home."

"After running away from home, you met Constantine who came to Gotham, but why did he come to Gotham? ...Because of debt? Can't he pay off his debt?"

Schiller narrowed his eyes slightly, combined the slightly chaotic information in his mind, and then said: "There was a problem with his magic, which made his debt unable to be repaid smoothly, so he came to Gotham to seek a solution, and then met you who ran away from home."

"His more extreme and rebellious ideas make you more convinced that your views are correct, so you behave 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, trying to keep his expression as much as possible, not showing his fear, like a trapped young animal.

"If you tell me now, maybe you can get some benefit from me, but if you don't tell me, I will guess one day that you have seen it, right?"

"You damn evil wizard!" Little Bruce gritted his teeth and said, "You snooped into my memory, Constantine is right, there is no good wizard!"

"Just understand it this way." Schiller shook his head slightly, and then asked, "So are you going to tell me?"

"I..." Bruce took a deep breath, but still mustered up the courage to look into Schiller's eyes, but when he met those gray eyes, he looked away in panic.

"The wizard named John Constantine said something like 'the rune of the sacred power has been changed'. He drew a big magic circle on the ground and then modified it for several hours."

"Then what?"

"I did have a quarrel with Alfred because he insisted that I attend the opening ceremony on time. I was very angry and ran out of Wayne Manor, but I had nowhere to go. After meeting Constantine, I kept watching him draw the magic circle."

Bruce opened his mouth again, as if he felt that what he was going to say was a bit shocking. He hesitated whether to continue, but after a pause, he continued.

"I understand."

"What?"

"I understand how those runes of divine power work. Someone is constantly changing the way they are used. Constantine is like a stupid fish that sees an attractive bait. He is about to be hooked."

"So you..."

"While he was away, I used the divine power he used before and the runes of condensing time to lock the state of the magic circle. This way, it can temporarily be immune to the changes made by the source of divine power to the way the power is passed."

"Did it work?"

Little Bruce showed a slightly embarrassed expression again, but in the end he shook his head. "I'm not sure. The magic circle emitted a very strong light, and I vaguely saw a pair of eyes. The magic circle collapsed the moment our eyes met."

"Later, Alfred found me, and I followed him back to Wayne Manor. A few days later, a big bat flew to the attic of my house, and I received an admission letter from this magic academy."

"I can't figure out what's going on." Little Bruce licked his lips, which were a little dry due to nervousness, and swallowed his saliva and said, "I saw something like 'heaven' in the runes of sacred power carved by Constantine. ”

“Do you want to know if your parents went to heaven?”

“They all said so…”

Little Bruce began to become nervous and irritable again. He kept rolling his eyes, refusing to look people in the eye, and his finger muscles twitched a little. He said quickly: "At the funeral, everyone said they would go to heaven. Alfred also said that if I was pious enough, I would see them in the future, but I knew it was just a lie 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 set by angels and demons." Bruce took a deep breath, then lowered his head and said, "This can't tempt me like it tempted other children who lost their parents, because I know that everything has a price."

"Very good, I hope you can always be so firm."

Bruce looked up at Schiller. He didn't know what Schiller meant by this. When Schiller turned and left, Bruce stared at his back tightly. The fear and tension had not completely dissipated, and the cold wind in the corridor blew, and the biting chill from behind reminded him that the back of his shirt was completely soaked with cold sweat.

"Rodriguez..." When Bruce turned around and read the name, his tone was as if he was about to bite the words to pieces.

Originally, he chose this college just because he wanted to find news about heaven among countless materials about the magic world, and the college for studying theory was the most suitable, but now he felt that he was in front of this mysterious dean, as if all his thoughts were seen through.

Is mind reading also a kind of magic?

When you find that someone might read your thoughts, the feeling of being spied on will make you feel extremely stressed. Bruce returned to the dormitory with a heavy heart, and then saw Barry standing in the middle of the students in the common activity room and saying something.

"... I don't think I have the right to override other students, but I'm afraid I still have to remind you tirelessly to abide by school rules, respect teachers and classmates, and be responsible for your own and others' safety."

"I must emphasize again that you cannot 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 don't let you touch."

"Don't say incompetence so nicely..."

Bruce's voice came from the door, and Barry immediately frowned and looked over. Bruce walked over with a gloomy face. He looked Barry up and down, then walked straight past him and deliberately bumped his shoulder.

"Back to you." Bruce said this and turned into his dormitory, 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 bother with him too much, because without those followers, he alone is useless, so why should we bother with him?"

He deliberately raised the volume to ensure that his voice could pass through the door. Sure enough, the door opened again, and Bruce rushed out with an angry face.

He rushed directly to 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, saying rather dissatisfiedly: "What are you doing in the middle of the night? Laifa, Laifa, don't you plan to take care of it?"

Kane and other senior students were called out of the room. Kane came over and said to the two people arguing in a serious tone: "It's time to go to bed now, go back to your dormitory immediately."

Little Bruce glanced around at the senior students who gathered around him, loosened Barry's collar as if to vent his anger, and pushed him along the way.

Seeing the slightly dissatisfied expressions of the senior students around him, Kane sighed and said: "It is not allowed for students of the same grade to argue in the school. This is a serious violation of school rules, and your quarrel affects others."

"I'm afraid I have to tell you that you have to go to clean the big garden together tomorrow morning, and you, Harley, you haven't finished your homework, go with them tomorrow."