Schutz III

In the next period of time, Villanova arranged courses for Schultz strictly according to the standards of cultivating an orthodox English gentleman, so Schultz also learned horse riding, swimming, chess, spear throwing and singing while learning fencing. poetry.Byrne spends his days leisurely and elusive, but he always finds time to sit by the lake with Schultz in a daze every day. Of course, after Schultz learned to fish, the daze turned into fishing.

As soon as Shutz got up in the morning, he saw Willanova walk in with a sad face, "Master, Mr. Jones is on leave." He looked at Shutz with a calm face, and said righteously, "If you don't mind, let me do it Teach you how to fencing, will you?"

Schultz shook his head, "This is really good." He said, "Byrne and I just made an appointment to go fishing by the lake today."

Villanova's face turned gray again.Thinking of the cold and sarcastic eyes that the husband looked at him when he knew that the young master went fishing with that Byrne instead of going to class, Villanova felt that the future of his life was much bleak from then on.

"Well, young master, are you..."

"Whelan, don't talk anymore;" Schultz said as he walked out, "Go and prepare fishing gear for me! Today's bet is not small!"

Byrne is now living in Schulz's house, but this person's whereabouts have always been secretive, and the servants don't know that one of the vacant guest rooms has already been occupied.When Byrne appeared in the restaurant with a smile regardless of the surprise of the servants, Schultz was already ready.

"Look, Byrne," Schulz said seriously, "I will be the winner today."

Byrne nodded, "Then let me wait and see, the future winner."

When the two came to the lake, the early morning fog had not completely dissipated; Schultz put on his gloves, held the pole straight in front of him, and then gave Byrne a "ready" look.Byrne smiled and prepared to move as if conjuring.The match between the two officially began.

Schulz raised the fishing rod to a position close to twelve o'clock—a little behind the top of the head, and then counted the beats in his mind, throwing the line, gib and fly bait seemingly straight into the air, until finally, when The fishing line entered the water softly, and Schultz breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Fortunately, he has not forgotten what he learned in his previous life.

Byrne looked at Schulz's implicitly rhythmic fishing method with unclear eyes, and threw the fishing line casually in his hand.

The lake calmed down for a while, and both of them seemed to be staring at the water intently.Byrne spoke up when Schulz caught a second fish and Byrne didn't catch any.

"If I remember correctly, you are from England?"

Shutz was still staring ahead, but the corner of his mouth curled up, "If I read correctly, you are now in a manor in the east of England."

"However, your current fishing method..." He paused slightly, observed Schulz's expression, and continued when Schulz did not respond at all, "Your current fishing method does not seem to be the usual practice of the English. Yes, and it seems to be different from the fishing method you have learned recently." The tone was affirmative.

Schultz finally looked away from the water, and turned his head to look at Byrne slightly, "Don't you think it's too early to discuss this now? Don't forget our bet, Byrne!"

Whoever wins, tells the other person everything he wants to know... Heh, he would like to take this opportunity to see how divine Byrne really is!

At the end, when Villanova came to remind them of their lunch, Byrne caught two 5-pound mountain trout, while Schultz caught two 3-pound brown trout and a 4-pound mountain trout.

Shutz looked at Byrne speechlessly, so, who would win?

Byrne smiled, "Maybe we can have a more appropriate way."

After lunch, Shutz ignored Villanova's plaintive eyes and waved away everyone else, including Villanova, and sat face to face with Byrne in the living room.

"Okay, then, let's start now." Byrne said, "You come first."

"Who the hell are you?"

Byrne tapped his finger on the armrest of the chair, "You will believe me when I tell you?"

Shutz nodded expressionlessly.

"Okay then." Byrne put his finger on his upper lip, "I'm a demon." He smiled, "From another time and space."

Shutz nodded, he can accept this answer.So he said, "Then you ask."

Byrne smiled even more when he heard that, "Who are you? Or," he saw Shutz opened his mouth and wanted to answer, then asked, "except for Shutz, Slytherin, who are you?"

Shutz was stunned for two seconds after listening to Byrne's words, and then looked at Byrne calmly and silently.

Byrne seemed to expect that Shutz would not be so easy to tell the truth, so he said leisurely, "Actually, I can make a supplement to my identity. 72th of the 45 pillars of demon gods, Byrne the omniscient; and about you, are you Lin Lin?" Chen or Schulz. Von. Dracula? Or, are you just Schulz. Slytherin?"

Schulz suddenly laughed after hearing Byrne's words, with a hint of childish innocence in his voice, "Since you are omniscient, how come you don't even know who I am?"

Byrne also laughed, as if he didn't care about Schultz's questioning of his words, "That's because I can only see that you have three identities but don't understand what's going on." He looked at Schultz with a little contempt With a look in his eyes, he explained helplessly, "This time and space is not where I should be, and my ability is not as strong as it used to be."

"Actually, there's nothing wrong with telling you." Shutz said, "It's just that your self-introduction is only such a short paragraph, but I have a lot to say. Don't you think it's unfair?"

"One of your teachers asked for leave." Byrne said, "I will exchange this," he said, "I will be in charge of your studies while I live in the manor."

Shutz thought for a while and nodded, "I accept this condition."

In the West Tower of Hogwarts Castle, a group of students are guided by portraits to Mrs. Cassandra's classroom.When they walked in, they saw thick curtains hanging on the classroom windows, and the fire made the whole classroom very hot. Mrs. Cassandra was sitting on a log chair by the fireplace, holding a cup of hot air. Steaming tea.Seeing them coming in, she raised her head, her gentle eyes passed through the glasses, "You guys are here, please sit down."

The students found their seats and sat down. Cassandra looked around, walked over and closed the door, and then began to lecture in a mysterious and peaceful tone.

"Palmistry, astrology, and divination such as gossip in the ancient East are often incomprehensible to people, but children, you know that our position is not as the Muggles say-it is the universe. center; on the contrary, it is just a drop in the ocean in the universe. The stars do not exist in isolation, but influence each other; just like the moon's waxing and waning, it will cause the ebb and flow of the tide."

She smiled and said slowly, "If I were among a group of Muggles, I might be burned to death by them."

Most of the students giggled, and a few had complicated and embarrassing eyes.

"Of course, these affect our every day and every moment of our lives, but we don't fully understand that's all. Ah... including me and Mrs. Hesias, whom you are also familiar with."

"So, ma'am, you also have questions, don't you?" a student suddenly asked.

"Yes," Cassandra sighed, "sometimes it's easier not to know than to know. After all, the more you know, the more questions you have."

The course Defense Against the Dark Arts has always been taught by Salazar, but recently Salazar suddenly told his friends that he would hire a master professor to take this course.

Rowena opened her mouth in disbelief, "Salazar, is there anyone else more suitable than you?"

Salazar took out a letter with a smile in his eyes and shook it, "Ludwig von Schiller, a well-known master of black magic in Germany, he wrote me a letter of recommendation, hoping to come to Hoag Watts taught."

"But," Godric frowned, "if I remember correctly, this Master Schiller is not a good person. He has used black magic many times."

Salazar restrained his smile, and sent the letter back, "Alright then, Godric, I want to ask you how you define a so-called 'good guy'." He sneered, "Don't tell me you're naive I think there are absolutely 'good people' in the world!"

Godric shook his head, "No, Salazar, I just think that such a person who often uses black magic will bring us a lot of trouble."

"So, will it be more troublesome than us recruiting those children with irregular bloodlines?" Salazar said coldly, "Or do you think that people who use black magic are all bad people, huh?"

"No…"

"Salazar, that's not what Godric meant." Rowena couldn't help interjecting.

Salazar turned his head, staring straight at Rowena with red eyes, "Okay, then you say."

"I think Godric is saying we all know the Dark Arts too but we never use the Dark Arts."

"Really? You don't need it..." Salazar rubbed his fingers between his eyebrows, "It turns out that you don't know how to use black magic even when you are attacked..."

"There is also defense." Godric said again, "Salazar, we can't invite such a person to the school."

Salazar was silent for a long time, "Then you can find someone who doesn't use black magic to teach defense against the dark."

Salazar went back to the basement and sat on the chair a little tiredly. Recently, he felt more and more powerless, and the differences with his friends were getting bigger and bigger. More importantly, no one stood with him.He rubbed his forehead, and when he looked up, he saw a black figure walking towards him from the direction of the door.

"You are Salazar. Slytherin." The voice said gently and politely.

"Byrne?"

"Yes." The man walked to the light and sat down on the chair spontaneously. "You invited me."

Salazar put his hand on the armrest of the chair and didn't speak, only carefully looked at the man in front of him.He was dressed in black and had red eyes. "Your eye color is really nice."

"Oh, thank you for the compliment." Byrne smiled, "To be honest, your eyes are also very beautiful."

"Then, why did you appear in England? Or," Salazar said with a serious expression, "why did you appear by Schulz's side?"

Byrne bent his fingers and tapped his knee, "Didn't you send your son away from you, why do you still care about him so much?"

"Or, what are you afraid of?"

Salazar also laughed, "What do you think, Lord Byrne? I know your identity, but I'm curious about one thing." He said with great interest, "Is your power still being used happily here? "

Byrne's expression remained unchanged, "Thank you for your concern. I can still know what I should know."

Salazar nodded, "That's good."

"Master Shutz is really an interesting kid." Byrne said with a cheerful expression, "I can't help but want to disturb your manor for a while."

Salazar's calm expression cracked for a second. He felt that the fact that Byrne would continue to live was more troublesome than his differences with his friends; moreover, he felt that it was necessary for him to go back to the manor. Lanova's recent performance did not reassure him very much.

The author has something to say:

I had something to do last night so no more.

Another: A certain star has no manuscripts, and recently because he has to prepare for an exam and a research report, so it should be updated every other day, sorry~

And another: the daily update will resume after the busy period.