Schutz III

Chapter 89 title or something. . .

Mrs. Cassandra's classroom is as warm as ever, so warm that it makes people sleepy.Mrs. Cassandra is used to this kind of situation, and she doesn't think that divination can be learned from books. She believes in personal talent, so she continues to talk about tea divination in books various meanings.

"...we can tell by the shape, distribution and even the color of the tea leaves...the ethereal future...now...look at the teacup in front of you..."

Hearing Mrs. Cassandra's order, the few remaining students who were still awake hurriedly shook the classmates around them.Shutz was also awakened by a Hufflepuff girl beside him. After thanking him, he focused on the teacup in front of him, waiting for Mrs. Cassandra's next explanation.

But after waiting for a long time, there was no sound, and when everyone looked up, they saw the lady with her head lowered.

Then, a hoarse and intermittent voice suddenly remembered.

"...The established destiny is coming...The god of death has raised the scythe...The only remaining life is given by the mother of the enemy...If possible...The return after a thousand years..."

At the same time, Mrs. Hesias sighed suddenly, blood red filled her lax and ashen pupils...

Although they were taken aback by Mrs. Cassandra's sudden prophecy in class, the students' nerves were obviously not so delicate that they thought the prophecy had something to do with them. Even Barrow, who was always careful, looked casual and natural.But for some reason, Schultz felt heavy in his heart, and there was a ray of sadness and worry on his brows.

Barrow kept glancing at Schulz along the way, as if for the first time he discovered that his friend was quite delicate, and that a prophecy could be so gloomy.He patted Shutz on the shoulder and said jokingly, "No way, as the heir of Slytherin, I'm afraid of even a prophecy."

Shutz frowned, "Baro, do you believe in people's sixth sense?"

"Sixth sense?" Barrow asked curiously, "What is this?"

"Well, a gut feeling."

"You mean you're moping because your gut feeling is that the prophecy has something to do with you?"

"No..." Schultz frowned even tighter, "That's not what it meant."

Seeing that Schultz was so anxious that he couldn't speak, Baro dragged Schultz into a clean corridor, then looked at him with folded arms, and said calmly, "Think about it before you talk. There's no rush."

Schulz let out a long breath, calming down some complicated thoughts in his heart.

"I probably understand what's going on."

"Well, let's hear it."

"It's like... It's like this intuitive worry has been in your heart inexplicably, and then you suddenly hear this prophecy, and you will move your worry closer to this prophecy..." Schultz shook his fingers, "That's right. so…"

Barrow pursed his lips, looking at Schulz with unquestionable scrutiny, "Maybe you should talk to Mr. Dean."

Do you want to talk to your father?Shutz lowered his eyes.

Because something was pressing on his mind, Schultz forgot for a moment that the next class was Salazar's Potions class, so that when he and Barrow arrived at the door of the Potions classroom, he realized that he was going to Avoiding Salazar.However, now, when Salazar stood on the podium aggressively looking at the steps he was about to take, Shutz might suddenly be inspired to take a look at Salazar and walk in calmly. .

Salazar sternly hid the faint smile in his eyes, opened the textbook and said, "In this lesson, let's learn how to make a soul stabilizer."

This was a potion Schulz had mastered long ago, so he couldn't help but start thinking about Cassandra's prophecy out of boredom.He also knows that there is something wrong with his mentality of always getting closer to prophecy, and he frightens himself for no reason; but sometimes he feels that intuition is something that a person cannot grasp by himself, so he has to seriously think about whether there are any signs of ominous signs at present.

It's time to plan ahead, no matter whether the prophecy has anything to do with you or not, there is nothing wrong with being careful.Shutz comforted himself secretly.

Salazar stepped off the podium and came to Shutz like a patrol. Seeing that Shutz was just standing there in a daze, he frowned slightly and said, "Student Slytherin, come with me."

As soon as Shutz came back to his senses, he saw Salazar looking at him displeasedly, and then left the classroom.Schultz also followed in a daze.

The two came to the basement, and Salazar led Shutz into a strange and familiar place.Strange because Schultz was sure he had never seen this room before, and familiar because all the furnishings in this room were exactly the same as his and Salazar's original bedroom.

"If you don't want to be with me, you can live in this room."

Shutz looked at Salazar, not understanding why he suddenly mentioned this embarrassing thing for the father and son.Didn't Salazar find that embarrassing at all?

Salazar could see what Shutz was thinking at a glance, and he sighed slightly in his heart, it seemed that it was impossible not to say anything.So with a wave of the wand, two cups of hot cocoa appeared on the tea table in front of them.Salazar picked up a glass and handed it to Shutz, "Drink it."

Shutz didn't refuse, and it's good to calm down.

Sarah watched Shutz drink it, took the cup and put it on the table, and then said, "Do you have any doubts?"

What's the meaning?Do you want to have an open and honest chat?Shutz looked at Salazar in horror and suspicion.

"Did you think of something? For example..." Salazar suddenly stopped, looking at Shutz with burning eyes.

Like...?Shutz was speechless, waiting for Salazar's next words.

"For example, you think I have bad thoughts about you."

Shutz was stunned.There was only one thought in my mind: he said it, he said it, he actually said his thoughts that ordinary people would never have.Why?Wait... If Salazar also thought of this aspect, does it mean that he is not just thinking about it.I am not thinking about it = Salazar may really have this idea.

As a result, Shutz was even more stunned.After staying there, he looked at Salazar with a bad expression.

"You're right." Salazar nodded with a wry smile, "I have thoughts about you." He looked at his own shadow in Schulz's eyes, and said calmly, "I fell in love with my own son."

※———Wa is Schulz's extra chapter on Memories————※

He can’t remember the name of the first life of Schultz. The only thing he knows is that the first life is too far away for him, and he has the right to forget those unpleasant things; but Perhaps because of his obsession with certain things, Schulz couldn't forget them no matter how hard he tried.

His first life was simply a complete tragedy.Originally, his life was still very happy; his mother was a famous lawyer, and his father was a capable rich N generation.According to common sense, Schultz should have lived a good life in this life; the fact is also true, the child has been bathed in the sunshine of love since he was a child.But perhaps because of his mother's occupation, the love he gets mainly comes from his father.This capable rich N-generation is determined to educate his son into a qualified rich N-plus-1 generation. No matter what Schulz wants, as long as this man is capable of doing it, he will definitely satisfy Schultz; even if he This man will try his best to do what he can't do.In this way, unless he encounters extremely bloody kidnapping, terminal illness, car accident and other necessary death scenarios, the child Schultz should not die very early; however, although Schultz did not encounter kidnapping, terminal illness, or car accident , but he encountered another equally bloody scene.When Schultz was 10 years old, his own father suddenly discovered that Schultz was not his son, but the crystallization of his wife and Schultz’s mother’s extramarital affairs; of course, this Schultz’s father Unusually angry, and, how much he loved Shutz in the past, how much he hated Shutz after learning the truth, and even felt disgusted when he saw Shutz.This man very quickly found another wife who was well-matched, and very quickly gave birth to a boy, a boy who was really his son after DNA verification.

As a result, Schultz, who was only 11 years old, could only watch his own father who had been his for the past ten years transform into the father of a baby; and Schultz's mother, she was the old man who had always loved Schultz Dad, Shutz's birth was just the result of her drunkenness.But now, because of Shutz, her husband ruthlessly kicked her out, turned around and married another younger and more beautiful woman, how could she not be angry!Naturally, the woman vented all her grievances on Shutz.

If Shutz hadn't tasted the taste of father's love from the beginning, maybe he wouldn't have thought about it for so long; but he was used to enjoying the love that man gave him, and the sudden disappearance of father's love was absolutely necessary for the young Schultz. It was a big blow, and he even suddenly felt that he had become an unwanted little orphan, because he might as well not have such a mother.So, the kid fell madly infatuated with Harry.Potter", he even sometimes fantasizes that he is Harry, and then his father will appear in front of him like Sirius, telling him that the previous indifference to him is all fake.

Of course, this was just Schultz's thoughts when he was a child; when he was 13 years old, although he was still watching "Harry Potter" over and over again, he had already accepted the fact that he did not have a father.

Then after his birthday, when he went to the man's house to return his expenses for so many years to the man, he was pushed downstairs by the man's son who had just turned 7 years old, and the first Shuz died.

Shuz II is also called Shuz, so he remembers this clearly; but he has already forgotten what his surname is, and only knows that there is a vague word "de" in his surname.He still remembered that he fell down from upstairs, and when he opened his eyes, he was hugged by a foreign woman with a gentle face, and when he looked at his hands and feet, they were all shrunk.But he was already there after all, so he didn't scream and shout: Ah...has he actually crossed over...

He just calmly accepted this established fact, and then satisfactorily enjoyed the maternal love that he hardly enjoyed in his first life...Although, he often wanted to ask his mother if he had a father; if he did, where was his father.But, looking at the sadness that was always in the brown eyes of the gentle woman looking at him, he couldn't ask anything.At that time, he could only lie on the woman's lap silently, and crawled into the woman's arms, holding her tightly.Although he didn't know why the woman looked at him like that, as if mourning his sad fate in advance...

Until one day, he screamed and grabbed his throat and fell to the ground; the woman stood not far away watching him, but finally left crying; then, the servants at home methodically lifted him up and put him in his mouth After pouring down a bottle of red liquid, the movements were skillful, as if they had prepared countless times for this moment.The red liquid flowed through his throat and flowed into his body. He didn't care about what it was. The only thing he knew was that after drinking this, his throat would no longer be sore from hunger and thirst; this red liquid could satisfy him and make him no longer So uncomfortable.

It wasn't until he woke up that he realized what he was swallowing from his throat.It was blood, human blood.He desperately ran into the garden, stuck his fingers into his throat, and scratched desperately, trying to make himself spit out the blood he drank.However, that was useless work after all; not only would he not be able to spit out the blood he had swallowed, but even when he was hungry and thirsty next time, he would ferociously suck human blood like a beast.He is a monster.

He also understands why his mother looks at him sadly... This woman understands that her lover is a monster who lives on blood, but for love, she still sacrificed her body; this woman is regretting, regretting what she committed The fault of the child should be borne by his own children.

When he grew up slowly to the age of 12, his father appeared, accompanied by another beautiful and incomprehensible woman.This woman is his father's wife, who is also a high-ranking blood race; and their son, a pure-blood, now needs the heart of a hybrid of his blood and humans.

As a blood race, there are almost no other shortcomings except for the heart; however, his father personally ended his life for his pure-blood half-brother... and before that, his father had sucked dry His mother's blood...

The author has something to say:

It's a little bit Calvin. . .So let's put up the first two lives that Schulz was struggling with.

PS: I don't like gentle shots.