Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 407 cavecanem

  In medieval Europe, women did not have the right to inherit property. Even if she had a rich father, if she had no brothers, then the money could only be inherited by other male relatives in the family.

  Maybe the heir selected by the lawyer was still in the tavern the moment before, worrying about where to solve the next meal, as long as he is a man, then he has the opportunity to become a rich and powerful nobleman at once.

People who get rich overnight are usually squandered. Anyway, this heavenly fortune is picked up for nothing. They spend a lot of money on silk, spices, women, fine wine, BMWs, castles, and so on. They have no self-control, daughter. I can only watch all the hard-earned father's work vanishes in the prodigal squandering.

   People who are born to be losers, after a period of extravagance, either die violently, or eventually fall into poverty and roll back into the quagmire.

  People from the quagmire do not necessarily like the lifestyle of rolling in the mud like a pig. Some people will do everything possible to break free from the quagmire.

  The nobility is not elegant for the sake of elegance. The etiquette is like a mask in a masquerade, covering the original face behind the mask.

   It is difficult for people who have tasted the drunk and gold fans of upper-class society to return to the common people, let alone the poor villages of Jingsheng Town.

  Dylan Ernest sat on the hood of his car, smoking a cigarette while watching the colorful lights of the town. Even the most prosperous place in town is not as good as the suburbs of London.

The people here are not only boring, but even the bar is boring. The macaroni and tomato sauce he bought in the supermarket is his dinner. He doesn't want to go to the places where 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 the window up, so that he can't wake up for a while.

   "I hate this place." Dylan said calmly and painfully.

  His mother was involved in a Ponzi scheme. Almost everything she had had was cheated away. The scammer did not intend to pay back the money from the beginning, even if he killed those who believed him, the money would not be returned.

  In order to avoid the creditors and their little savings, they can only move to places like Scotland. Every day his parents are quarreling, and their marriage is estimated to not last long.

  Dylan’s life is like a car driving down a downhill into the dark, no matter how much you step on the brakes, it’s impossible to brake. He has always looked down on those pretentious classmates in the private school, but they could at least maintain a polite smile on the surface before the accident at his home. Now their eyes are full of contempt for looking at others. How do they know that their parents are not? Will be involved in the scam just like him.

"My God... I'm not the way you want me, so you are disappointed, am I!" A girl called and walked towards him. "I'm tired of being the way you want me to be. Up!"

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

"Everything I do is wrong for you. Have you noticed that you are suffocating me? Everything you ask me to do makes me not myself, but like Daisy Loren That cow!"

After shouting these words, the girl in a leather jacket with smoky makeup hung up the phone. She sat on the hood like Dylan and took it directly from him and put it in a paper bag. Of wine, took a big sip.

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

If her father had not disappeared, maybe she would paint with sweet make-up like the other girls in the town in sweaters and plaid skirts, scramble to ask him for various crappy reasons such as reading together and attending parties, hoping to pass. His innocent smile fascinated him, and then took him everywhere to show off like a trophy.

  But Anna was different from the others. Dylan kissed her after she put the bottle down, and the sound of sucking replaced the conversation. Soon they were overwhelmed by the kiss.

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

  She wants to leave this small town, and so does Dylan. As for where they go, none of them have thought about where they are going, anyway, their lives can't be darker anymore.

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

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

  Now Dylan’s car stereo is playing Gothic rock, full of death and emptiness.

Gothic text is famous for being thin, xichang, weird, and gorgeous. It is often used in scripture copying, ancient book covers and tattoos. Dylan and Anna have them. The Latin translation of nonomnismoriar means I won’t be full. dead.

   "The door of heaven is closed." Anna said to Dylan with a smile after the long kiss.

   "How about going to **** then?" Dylan also smiled and said to her.

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

"of course."

   "No, it's not the kind of werewolf in the fairy tale." Anna stared into Dylan's eyes and said, "You know that my father is missing, right?"

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

"That was what the police told others. My dad disappeared in this forest." Anna motioned Dylan to turn around. "The dark forest is not a suitable forest for camping. Two tourists disappeared in the forest last summer, London. The police called themselves Scotland Yard, and they searched for two months without finding the missing person."

   "You want to say they were attacked by werewolves?" Dylan said with a sneer.

   "Of course." Anna turned her head coldly. "Where do you think this is? This is Scotland. At that time, there was blood everywhere in and out of the tent. The amount of bleeding can already determine that they have no chance of surviving."

  Dylan looked at Anna silently, she was wearing black lipstick, and when she stared at him with evil eyes, there was a kind of dark magic, like a witch.

"What do you want to do?"

  "Have you ever shot?" Anna put down the guitar case with her back on her back, opened 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 bullet." Anna said with a sneer, "Dare to hunt the werewolves with me? A boy from the city?"

   "You are crazy." Dylan said in disgust.

"Estoquoaudes, do you know what this sentence means?" Anna picked up one of the shotguns and loaded it skillfully. The sound of the barrel sliding sounded harsh and pleasant. "I have a cousin who is a wizard, and he is here. In the wizard school behind the forest, they all use Latin in class."

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

"I'm not the same as you, boy from the city, you came to Tremor Town to escape responsibility, and I came to fulfill the responsibility." Anna threw one of the shotguns to Dylan. "By the way, I will tell you. , Tremor Town was originally called Troll Town, and there are often trolls in this forest."

  Dylan gaped, as if losing his ability to express himself.

   "Go!" Anna said to him.

   "Are you drunk?" Dylan said with a trembling voice.

   "I'm so awake, it seems you are not sober." Anna looked up and down Dylan, "You don't look so handsome now."

   "My God!" Dylan stood up with excitement, "Have you always thought you were hunting me?"

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

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

"I’m the one who takes care of you, otherwise you think you’re such an arrogant rugby team will not push you into the toilet? This is not London, there is no Catholic school, and God will not come here to save your soul. Hell is The ones that really exist are right behind us. What else can you care about when you have nothing? Do you dare to follow me?"

  "What responsibilities are you here to fulfill? Your father is also hunting werewolves?" Dylan turned off the car with the electronic control car key, and after thinking about it, he took 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 later."

  Dylan had to look at Anna's back and laughed, he suddenly felt that coming to this poor country is not so boring.

  (End of this chapter)