Hogwarts Mental Rehabilitation Center

How does a person who only knows how to discharge electricity put out fires?

Answer: Use ordinary people’s methods to put out fires.

Fortunately, Travis can't just discharge electricity, he can also use magic power to extinguish fires bit by bit.

By the time the fire was out, Travis was already disgraced and exhausted, having overfulfilled his workout plan for the day.

"What are you doing?"

When Travis staggered back to the castle, a man got out of a jeep that had just stopped and asked.

The man who got out of the car was a man, probably in his 20s based on his face, but his temperament and the neat suit made him look much more mature.

Among men, long hair and a clean-shaven chin make people feel more approachable and younger.

"Oh, there was a little accident. I was playing real-life CrossFire. Why are you here, uncle?"

"Oh, a little accident also happened." Belclyde looked at Travis' embarrassed look and suppressed a smile: "An owl brought me a letter asking me to fulfill my duties as a guardian and take you to a place. A place called Diagon Alley to buy school supplies.”

Travis was stunned for a full three seconds before he came to his senses.

"I would like to make a suggestion. Next time, please divide such a long sentence into two or three paragraphs."

Bell shrugged.

"It seems that your condition is not very good. How about I come back tomorrow?"

"That's not necessary. Did they send you the address? Just give me the address and I'll go there myself."

"That won't work."

Bell immediately shook his head and refused.

"I have to ensure your safety, not to mention that I have always wanted to see the magical world."

Travis:

I'm afraid your focus is on the second half of the sentence.

"I wanted to go when I was a kid, but your father, my brother, wouldn't take me there."

Bell looked at Travis with complicated eyes.

"I really didn't expect that I would go in this capacity for this reason this time."

Travis smiled: "Do you feel the pleasure of getting revenge?"

"Maybe ten years ago, let's not talk about it now. I brought you some gifts."

"Gift"

Bell turned around and reopened the car door, took out a small box from the car and handed it to Travis.

"I don't know if it's useful to you, but it's definitely not like ours over there. I hope you can protect yourself and not do anything outrageous like your father, and don't give some people an advantage in vain."

Bell gestured to the castle with his eyes, and the meaning was self-evident.

Travis nodded, opened the box and looked at it.

A pistol, with two small boxes next to it, containing bullets, and two magazines below.

“This is so useful”

In surprise, Travis took out his pistol and started playing with it.

The silver-white gun body is also engraved with many small patterns. I can't tell what they are specifically, and they do not form a complete pattern.

However, there is another slightly abstract wolf head on the handle. Unfortunately, the mouth is closed and no teeth are exposed. At first glance, it looks a bit like a failure.

"That's not necessarily true." Bell shook his head, his expression suddenly melancholy: "After all, this is a magical world, but I should be able to protect you when you are in first grade. There is only so much I can do."

Sighing, Bell waved to Travis to follow him.

The two walked to the back of the jeep together. Bell opened the trunk and saw three large boxes inside.

Opening the lid of one of the boxes, Bell turned sideways to let Travis take a look.

Travis took one look and was so frightened that he almost stopped holding the thing in his hand.

I saw that the whole box was filled with grenades.

"Aren't you afraid of driving this shabby car to transport this kind of thing?"

"Not afraid of blowing yourself up" Bell took over Travis' words.

Travis nodded.

"They are very safe, and the quality is absolutely guaranteed, otherwise I wouldn't dare use them for you."

With that said, Bell picked up a grenade and turned to Travis and tilted his head.

"Put the gun down first."

Travis put the gun down obediently.

There's no reason why he can't behave well. The man in front of him has a grenade in his hand.

"You take one too and I'll teach you how to use it."

Bell picked up another one and threw it to Travis.

Travis hurriedly caught it.

Travis swore that this was the first time he'd ever concentrated so hard on picking up something.

"These grenades have double safety. First, hold it like this and hold it here, and then pull the tab."

Pulling off the tab, Bell put the hand holding the grenade in front of Travis to show it to Travis.

Travis forced a smile, which looked uglier than crying when paired with his already dirty face.

Brother, can you take this thing farther away? I'm so scared.

If the pistol excited Travis, then this grenade really frightened Travis, not to mention that it was a grenade with a ring.

This is not a Coke can, this is a grenade

"It won't explode now, but once you let go, it will start counting down. I won't tell you the specific time to avoid taking risks."

"You just need to remember, pinch here and pull off the tab, then aim forward and throw it hard."

As he spoke, Bell rounded his arms and threw them forward and outward.

After a few seconds, bang

stimulate

but

"You blew up the road." Travis' eyes were twitching.

How pitiful it is that this place is too remote but there is only one road leading outside, and now it has been bombed

Bell squinted his eyes and looked at it, then waved his hand carelessly: "Do you know why I like jeeps? It's because they can drive even if there is no road."

Travis:

You have the final say if you have grenades.

"You should try it too, don't worry, the ones in your hand are specially made training bombs, but you have to be careful."

Travis was convinced, nodded vigorously, and then became excited.

This is the first time I've touched a grenade.

In his previous life, Travis went to the army to test-fire pistols and rifles by chance, but he had never played with grenades. This was his first time even touching one.

Hold the safety valve, pull out the pull ring, aim, and throw it hard

"You are so strong, you can actually throw it farther than me." Bell sighed.

"Training bombs, for sure"

嘭

Travis:

咻

Bell whistled and looked at Travis who was completely stupid with a smile.

"Let's go. You go back to wash up and rest first. I'll wait for you to go to the magical world together."

Bell patted Travis on the shoulder and walked toward the castle with Travis in his arms.

When passing by the car, Bell suddenly slapped his forehead.

"Hey, I forgot something."

Opening the car door, Bell took a big brother and put it in his coat pocket and thought about it for a moment, then took out another bottle of wine and drank two gulps of it while Travis looked at him in shock.

What shocked Travis was not that Bell drank, but that the bottle of wine was only half full

"Drunk driving or drunk driving to transport arms? Isn't the mental illness in this family inherited from the ancestors?"