Chapter 291: Legendary King of Fall Resistance Igmoni The next day was Sunday. As Bruce walked out of the dormitory, he saw a tall figure waiting at the door. Godric Gryffindor greeted every student who passed by with a smile, and then he saw Bruce and his eyes lit up. "Come with me, boy." He grabbed Bruce's arm and took him to an empty classroom, regardless of whether he wanted to or not. "What happened, Professor?" Bruce couldn't understand why such a respected legendary wizard could come to block his door so early in the morning. But Gryffindor did not answer directly. Instead, he asked, "Bruce, did Rowena tell you?" "say what?"
All Bruce could think of now was that Ravenclaw wanted to throw his name into the Goblet of Fire. Is this what Gryffindor is talking about? "The top seven competition!" Sure enough, Godric immediately said, "Didn't Rowena tell you clearly that she would let you participate in the Seven Strongest Tournament this time?" "That's true, but I don't really want to participate." "No! You have to participate!" Gryffindor said, "Bruce, I can only rely on you this time. If it were any other student, I wouldn't feel at ease!" Such a serious tone made Bruce also become serious. "Is this game dangerous?" Bruce asked. "very dangerous!" Gryffindor nodded at first, then realized that words alone might not be enough to describe the seriousness of the matter. So he was going to show Bruce a little bit. "Bruce, I'm going to take you somewhere." He reached out and grasped Bruce's arm, and in a flash, the two of them Apparated away from Hogwarts Castle. Although Apparition was not allowed in Hogwarts, this rule was set by Gryffindor and he himself was not included in it. When the two men landed, they came to a mountainous area and saw a horrific scene in front of them. The wreckage of an airplane was embedded between the mountains, with debris scattered everywhere, the fuselage was almost smashed to pieces, and twisted metal parts were scattered everywhere. The wing had broken into several pieces, and the wreckage was scattered in a long trail down the hillside. It was obvious that a wildfire had broken out in the surrounding area, but the flames had been extinguished, leaving a devastated open space.
"This is!" Bruce's eyes widened, not expecting to see such a tragic scene. "This is an airplane." Gryffindor thought Bruce didn't know what it was, so he patiently introduced it. "I know!" Bruce smiled bitterly and shook his head. "I just didn't expect to witness such a disaster with my own eyes. Is there anyone alive inside?" "All survived," said Gryffindor. "Ok?" Bruce was stunned. He looked at the scene of the disaster and it was very obvious that the plane had crashed straight into the mountain. In such a tragic accident, is it possible that everyone survived? "What a legendary king of resistance to falling." Suddenly, Katoom appeared on Bruce's shoulder with a thud, and he looked at the wreckage of the plane in amazement. He and Bruce had the same idea. "Oh, I forgot to explain that to you." Gryffindor slapped his forehead and said, "This plane belongs to Ilvermorny School. They flew here last night, but it crashed in the air. "But everyone inside was a wizard who had mastered the Apparition technique, so they moved themselves to a safe place before the plane crashed." Ilvermorny's plane? For a moment, Bruce didn't know where to start complaining. Is it that it is rare for wizards to take a plane, or is it that it is more difficult for Dumbledore to smile and let everyone eat and drink after learning the news last night? "The students from Ilvermorny should have arrived at Hogwarts by now." Gryffindor said, "But I always felt it was a little strange, so I brought you to see it." Having said that, he glanced at Katum on Bruce's shoulder intentionally or unintentionally. Then he changed the subject and said, "I'll show you guys." How strange, Gryffindor thought. He must have seen it right. This owl had Apparated here. But Bruce didn't show any surprise about this, as if it was a normal thing. Moreover, Katoom has been in Hogwarts Castle for more than three years, and no one has ever thought that there is anything wrong with this owl. Is it me who has the problem? Speaking of which, Katum and Gryffindor are not completely unrelated. At least Katoom had fed him a few times in his first year, when Gryffindor was still a giant squid. After that, it was as if he had confirmed something and he never came again. In fact, when Gryffindor saw Katoom again at the Burrow, he had a vague idea.
Now it's becoming more certain. Perhaps, this owl is also a powerful Animagus like him, and stays with Bruce just to protect the boy. This was not an unfounded guess. Gryffindor remembered that in his first year at Hogwarts, a character named Batman had appeared. He only appeared once and then there was no news of him again. According to Dumbledore's guess, Batman might be Bruce's father, who had faked his death and escaped from the world. Hence Gryffindor's speculation. Maybe, this owl is Batman, Bruce's father! So at this moment, he showed the proper respect to Katum. Gryffindor took Bruce and Katum to the plane crash site. They carefully stepped over the scattered debris, with scorched earth and broken parts under their feet, and a crunching sound could be heard with every step. The air around was so bad that Bruce could hardly open his eyes and coughed from time to time. "I actually don't quite understand the train of thought of those American wizards." Gryffindor walked in front of them and said, "Logically speaking, they are also descendants of British wizards. Why would they choose a mount that is not in line with the temperament of wizards?" He could Apparate or ride a magical creature, but he chose to take a plane. Later, they encountered an accident and could only use the wizard's methods to escape. "Not all American wizards are descendants of British wizards." Bruce quickly said, "They are divided into many ethnic groups. European Americans are white, and the rest are African Americans, Asians, etc." Good guy. Bruce thought that if Gryffindor really went to America, he would be labeled as racist. After swimming in the lake for a thousand years, I am still a little behind the changes of the times. "Mr. Gryffindor, you haven't told me where the danger was before." Bruce looked at the wreckage around him and couldn't help asking, "Could it be that this plane crash was man-made?" "You really have a quick mind." It didn't take Gryffindor long to lead Bruce to find the engine of the plane. To be honest, he didn't know what this thing was, but the traces of the spell on it were clearly visible to Gryffindor. "Come and see, Bruce." Gryffindor waved and called Bruce to his side. He took out his wand and tapped the engine, which was almost incomplete. In an instant, Bruce saw strands of transparent silk threads emerging on the hood. They were slowly dissipating and would disappear completely sooner or later. "This is a very unique trace of magic." Gryffindor used his wand to guide the threads and put them into a test tube.
"I've lived for so long, but this is the first time I've seen this kind of magic being used. There's no doubt that it was the real culprit that caused the plane crash." Bruce nodded. He had no objection to this statement. After all, the evidence is there. The teachers and students of Ilvermorny crashed together, and someone was tampering with it. But who could it be? What is their purpose? and-- "Professor Gryffindor, you said before that the Seventh Tournament was dangerous. Did you infer this from the plane crash?" Bruce thought of a ridiculous possibility. There is no evidence, just speculation. In fact, not all the teachers and students of Ilvermorny survived. Some of them have been replaced? He was not replaced before boarding the plane, otherwise there would be no need to stage this plane crash. At the moment when the plane crashed and all the wizards Disapparated, someone performed an unknown operation. Bruce told this speculation to Gryffindor, who nodded, thinking it made sense. "I didn't expect you to have such a way of thinking, Bruce. It's exactly the same as mine!" Gryffindor smiled brightly, "I was like this back then too. Whenever I encountered something, no matter if it was possible or not, I would just assume it was possible." "You flatter me." Bruce was a little confused for a moment, wondering whether Gryffindor was praising him or himself. "There should be a lot of traces of magic around here, Bruce, follow my example and collect them all." Gryffindor has to use a large number of magical traces to deduce the methods used by the opponent. What kind of strange spell could it be that even someone as knowledgeable as him couldn't figure out the reason? Gryffindor first taught Bruce the spell to make the trace visible, and then let Bruce do it, telling him to call him if he found anything else. Bruce was able to use the spell as soon as he memorized it. This was not something amazing, but a normal part of Bruce's life. He took Katum to the other side, surrounded by plane wreckage. Bruce just waved his staff and saw countless transparent threads. Of course, unlike what we saw in the engine, these threads had already begun to disintegrate and lose their shape, and were about to dissipate in the wind. If you didn't look closely, you could easily overlook them. Bruce took out a test tube and collected the traces. "Bruce!" Suddenly, Batboy heard Katoom calling him. He turned around and saw the owl resting on a piece of wreckage. "Gryffindor is pretty unreliable too." He said, "Who said everyone survived? Isn't there an unlucky guy here?"
what? Bruce looked over. He saw a hand, crushed beneath the wreckage. (End of this chapter)