Harry Potter Morning Light

In medieval Europe, women had no right to inherit property. Even if she had a rich father, if she had no brothers, the money could only be inherited by other male relatives in the family.

Maybe the heir chosen by the lawyer was still in the tavern a moment ago, worrying about where to eat the next meal. As long as he was a man, he would have the opportunity to become a rich and powerful nobleman all at once.

People who get rich overnight are usually spendthrifts, and they get it for nothing anyway, and spend a lot of money on silks, spices, women, wine, BMWs, castles, and the like, without self-control, daughter I can only watch everything my father earned so hard go to waste in the squandering of the prodigal son.

People who are born losers either die violently after a period of extravagance, or end up poor and fall back into the mire.

People from the quagmire do not necessarily like the lifestyle of rolling in the mud like pigs, and some people will try their best to break free from the shackles of the quagmire.

Aristocrats are not elegant for the sake of elegance. Etiquette is like a mask at a masquerade ball, covering the true face behind the mask.

It is very difficult for people who have tasted the luxury of the upper class to return to the common people, let alone the backwaters of Trembling Town.

Dylan Ernest sat on the hood of his car, smoking a cigarette and watching the colorful lights of the town. Even the busiest parts of town are no match for London's suburbs.

The people here are not only boring, even the bar is boring, the macaroni and tomato sauce bought in the supermarket is his dinner, he doesn't want to go to the place where the loggers gather to eat, the smoke from the exhaust pipe makes him cough , Sometimes he can't help but want to use the tube in the trunk to roll up the car window, just forget about waking up.

"I hate this place," Dylan said quietly and bitterly.

His mother was involved in a Ponzi scheme, and almost everything she used to have was cheated away. The scammer never planned to pay back the money from the beginning, even if he killed those who believed in him, it was impossible to get back the money.

In order to avoid creditors and their little savings, they could only move to a place like Scotland. His parents were arguing every day, and their marriage probably wouldn't last long.

Dylan's life was like a car speeding downhill into darkness, and no matter how hard you slammed on the brakes, it was impossible to stop. He has always looked down on those pretentious classmates in private schools, but before his family had an accident, they could at least maintain a polite smile on the surface. Now they look at him with contempt for inferior people. How do they know that their parents are not good enough? Will be as involved in the scam as he is.

"My god... I'm not what you want me to be, so you're disappointed!" A girl walked towards him while on the phone "I'm tired of being what you want me to be" Already!"

The woman on the other end of the phone was also roaring, and Dylan could hear her voice from so far away.

"Everything I do is wrong to you, have you ever noticed that you are suffocating me, everything you ask me to do makes me not be myself but Daisy Loren That cow!"

After yelling this sentence, the girl in a leather jacket and with smoky makeup hung up the phone. She imitated Dylan and sat on the hood, and took it directly from him and put it in a paper bag. He took a big sip of the wine.

Anna Wood is actually not very beautiful, but she has a dark temperament similar to Dylan, which makes him very interesting.

If her father hadn't gone missing, maybe she'd be wearing sweet make-up like all the other girls in town in sweaters and plaid skirts, scrambling to ask him out for all kinds of lame reasons like reading books or going to parties, hoping to get through His innocent smile dazzled him, and then took him around like a trophy to show off to others.

But Ana was different from the others, Dylan kissed her as soon as she put the bottle down, the sound of sucking replaced the conversation, and soon they were kissing hard.

On the first day they met, Anna took Dylan to the storage room where the sports equipment was piled up. Of course, in the classroom they still communicated normally as friends.

She wanted to leave this town, and so did Dylan. As for where, neither of them had thought about it. Anyway, their lives couldn't be more gloomy.

Gothic culture is full of themes such as death, darkness, gloom, witchcraft, late night, curse, fear, loneliness, and mystery. It was born in the dark Middle Ages, and it is full of desperate struggles everywhere.

Many famous churches were built in the Middle Ages, and there are towering spiers everywhere that are as sharp as swords.

Now Dylan's car stereo is playing gothic rock, full of death and emptiness.

Gothic script is famous for its thinness, Xichang, weirdness, and gorgeousness. It is often used in scripture transcriptions, ancient book covers, and tattoos. Dylan and Anna have it. The Latin translation of non omnis moriar means I don’t will all die.

"The gates of heaven are closed," Anna said to Dylan with a smile after the long kiss.

"How about going to hell?" Dylan said to her, laughing too.

"I want to go to a different hell this time." Anna stroked the tattoo on Dylan's pale skin. "Have you heard of werewolves?"

"certainly."

"No, not the kind of werewolf in fairy tales." Anna looked into Dylan's eyes and said, "You know my dad is missing, right?"

"I heard other girls mention that he couldn't stand your mother so he left her."

"That's what the police told others. My dad disappeared in this forest." Anna motioned Dylan to turn his head, "The dark forest is not a forest suitable for camping. Two tourists disappeared in the forest last summer. London The police, who call themselves Scotland Yard, have been searching for two months without finding the missing person."

"You mean they were attacked by werewolves?" Dylan sneered.

"Of course." Anna turned her head coldly, "Where do you think this is? This is Scotland. At that time, there was blood everywhere inside and outside the tent, and the amount of blood alone could tell that they had no chance of surviving."

Dylan looked at Ana silently, she wore black lipstick, and there was something dark about her as she gazed at him with evil eyes, like a witch.

"What do you want to do?"

"Have you ever fired a gun?" Anna put down the guitar case on her back, unzipped the zipper, and opened the buckle. There were two shotguns inside.

"What's that?" Dylan said, pointing to a wooden box next to the shotgun.

"Silver bullets." Anna sneered and said, "Dare to hunt werewolves with me? A boy from the city?"

"You're crazy," Dylan said disgustedly.

"Esto quo audes, do you know what this sentence means?" Anna picked up one of the shotguns and loaded it skillfully. Studying in the wizarding school behind this forest, they all use Latin in their classes."

"Your cousin is a wizard?" Dylan yelled in disbelief.

"I'm different from you, boy from the city. You came to Trilling Town to avoid your responsibilities, and I came to fulfill your responsibilities." Anna threw one of the shotguns to Dylan, "by the way , Trembling Town was originally called Troll Town, and there are often trolls in this forest."

Dylan was tongue-tied, as if he had lost the ability to express himself.

"Come on!" Anna said to him.

"Are you drunk?" Dylan quivered.

"I'm sober, but you seem to be the one who's not sober." Anna looked Dylan up and down, "You don't look so handsome now."

"My God!" Dylan stood up excitedly. "All this time you thought you were hunting me?"

"Otherwise, what do you think? I'm really in love with you?" Anna smiled and shook her head, "Dylan... I really didn't expect you to be so cute."

Dylan looked up to the sky and sighed, "I was visited like that reindeer head, right?"

"I'm the one taking care of you, or do you think someone as arrogant as you is on the rugby team wouldn't stuff you down the toilet? This isn't London, there are no Catholic schools, and God isn't here to save your soul, hell is It really exists, right behind us, what else do you care about when you have nothing? Do you dare to come with me?"

"What responsibility are you here to fulfill? Your father is also hunting werewolves?" Dylan turned off the car with the electric car key. After thinking about it, he brought his cold macaroni and put it in Anna's guitar case.

"No, I'm here to fulfill my duty of revenge." Anna patted Dylan on the chest, "Call me Nemesis from now on."

Dylan had to look at Anna's back and laughed out loud. He suddenly felt that coming to this remote place was not so boring.