[Comprehensive] There is a small beggar among us

Before today, Sewell's abilities were still beggar skills.

And after breaking the shackles, the entire Xiaochenjue's internal energy belongs to him, and the internal energy naturally flows through the acupuncture points all over his body with his every breath, making him act like a real martial arts master in every move, with steady breathing, light footsteps, Take it easy.

Sewell felt the change in internal strength most obviously from hearing.

Originally, he had clear ears and eyesight, but now he could hear every move of people within a hundred meters of him, as long as he wanted to.

At this moment, he heard a person coming in from the door. His breathing was steady and his steps were steady. The person stopped not far behind him, pulled out a chair, and sat there quietly.

Sewell could hear the breathing and footsteps of many people, and when he didn't want to hear these voices, he would ignore them as a unified noise.

But it was very miraculous... Sewell didn't let go of his ears, but the voice of this person broke in directly——

His footsteps, his breathing, and even his heartbeat.

Sewell listened in a daze for a while. He didn't think too much about why this happened. He just felt that it was not good when he was studying. He shook his head, took a big sip of the cold drink, restrained his mind, and concentrated on studying.

He won't, there is too much to learn.

At dinner time, they only took a few bites of sandwiches, and continued to bury their heads in the textbooks. It was not until ten o'clock, when there were no people in the cafe, that Sewell and Krum stopped.

Krum watched Sewell put the things back in the bag and asked, "Shall I take you back?"

Sewell snorted, then tilted his head to listen, then smiled and rolled his eyes, and said, "No, I'll go with Draco."

Behind the two, the platinum noble who was separated by a splint snorted heavily, signaling that he was here.

No matter how reluctant Krum was, he knew that today was the end of the day, but he still made a lot of progress today—he pondered for a moment, and asked, "Do you want to exercise together tomorrow?"

"..." Sewell wanted to refuse, but Krum interrupted what he hadn't finished saying: "Many people in the school team will train together in the morning, don't worry... I'll pester you."

When he said the last sentence, Krum's voice was low, but there was no sadness in it.

This made Sewell feel a little embarrassed, but he was relieved because of his attitude. If Krum really spoke in a sad manner... Then Sewell probably fled back to England tomorrow.

The captain had spoken to this extent, Sewell could not continue to refuse, he nodded, and then Krum left first, while Sewell went to find Draco with his schoolbag.

Draco was still sitting in the position he had been doing all afternoon, and now his face showed no joy or anger. He took a cup of hot milk and sipped slowly. Draco had a habit of drinking milk before going to bed , I heard that it was because Narcissa told him when he was a child that drinking milk would make him grow taller... Later, he got used to this cup of milk before going to bed.

Sewell didn't take the initiative to talk, he sat across from Draco, lying on the table a little tired.

It's been a long time since he studied hard... Such a high-intensity afternoon seemed to kill him.

Sewell lay on his stomach for a while, feeling bored, and waved his hand in front of Draco's face, trying to get his attention.

"What?" Draco rolled his eyes at him.

"Sleepy, want to go back to sleep."

Draco sighed, poured the last drops of milk from the glass into his mouth, then stood up and said in a tone that couldn't stand you, "Let's go."

Sewell smirked, followed Draco back to the room, and no one mentioned Krum anymore. On the first night after returning from the time travel, the two embraced and slept as usual, and Johnny warmed the quilt Yes, very comfortable.

"Muggles are very good at serving..." Draco said drowsily before falling into a deep sleep.

When Sewell woke up the next morning, Draco was already packing his things.

This is quite surprising.

After all, one of the disadvantages of the platinum nobleman is that he likes to stay in bed. On normal days, he set a strict wake-up time for himself, and he would not get up one minute earlier, but if it was a weekend, Draco would stay in bed more for two hours.

Seeing Sewell's questioning eyes, Draco straightened his tie and said simply: "Morning practice, I'm also on the school team."

Sewell nodded suddenly.

I was really worried about my younger brother running away to be teased, and Draco, who forced himself to get up, was still a little bit angry, and he followed Sewell with a sullen face. As soon as they walked out of the room, Draco made an unreasonable request: "I want to eat that chicken."

Sewell looked at his watch and was a little embarrassed. He was a little tired yesterday... I slept a little longer today, and it's too late to go to the hospital now...

"Shall we go after we're done working out?"

Draco was a little unhappy, but still nodded, Sewell took out two butter buns and gave one to Draco: "I don't know what to do later, it's better to eat less."

Draco is not a person who likes to talk, and he just wants to eat chicken because he just wants to eat it - outsiders have eaten it, so of course I want to eat it.

Holding the unpalatable bun at this moment, he looked at it for a long time with disgust, before stuffing it into his stomach reluctantly.

It's just January, and Russia's location is in the middle of winter.

Durmstrang's castle is fully enclosed, and there are closed corridors between each building. The entire castle is like an enchantment, and the wind and snow outside are tightly blocked.

There are countless flame magic in the castle, which keeps the room temperature from being too low, and there are even vibrant flowers and plants in many places.The school uniform here includes a thick cloak, but the room temperature is not so low that it is necessary, and when most students stay in the castle, they will take off the cloak to reveal the uniform underneath.

In short, life in the castle is relatively comfortable.

As soon as he stepped out of the gate of the castle, the white-haired wind outside was about to blow the two of them straight away for a few meters. Sewell quickly stabilized his steps. Draco was caught.

After experiencing what it means to be blown away, Draco waved his wand with a pale face. Sewell didn't know how he did it, but it was as if a hood had been opened around them, blocking blizzard.

In this peaceful small space, Sewell squatted down, knocked on the ground, and found that the ground was covered with a thick layer of ice crust—no wonder it was so slippery.

The meeting point that Krum mentioned last night was in a small pavilion on the east side of the stadium. The pavilion opened up a barrier to keep out the wind and keep warm. When the two arrived, there were already several people there. Krum saw Se His eyes lit up when he saw Will, but when he found that Draco was still following him, his face was a little bit more troubled.

Draco saw this change clearly, and there was a hint of disdain on his face. He raised his chin and looked at Krum arrogantly.

In fact, Krum didn't think too much about it. In his opinion, Draco was Sewell's elder brother, commonly known as his mother's family, and his brother-in-law...he was something he wanted to curry favor with, not an object to fight against.

Seeing Draco's expression, he knew that the other party had misunderstood, and quickly expressed that he was very welcome to join, but——

"Horse riding?" The expression on Draco's face was broken, his brows were tightly frowned, trying not to show his disgust: "That... ordinary horse?"

Rick Reeve, Durmstrang's goalkeeper, laughed: "It's just the normal kind of horse - the kind that stinks, jumps around, is very unsteady, and riding is actually a very good sport." It's a sport, but I heard it's not popular in the UK."

Of course not popular!Draco raged in his heart, even if he wanted to communicate with animals, it had to be a noble Pegasus, a pure unicorn... and definitely not a Muggle horse.

"Why Sewell?"

"Of course it's because some of us have seen that Sewell can ride a horse!" Luke Lifu laughed heartily.

Draco had never heard that Sewell could ride a horse, and he turned his eyes to his younger brother who was standing beside him, who nodded.

"I occasionally go to the racecourse, did you meet me at that time?"

Draco snorted, thinking it must be Krum, definitely not a chance encounter.

Luke Reeve asked Draco again: "Do you want to try riding a horse, or go back?"

Draco's frowning eyebrows had never been raised, and now he seemed to be in a worse mood. He didn't want to choose either, but he seemed helpless.

Sewell watched from the sidelines, and felt a little embarrassed. He knew that according to Draco's temper, even if he was going to learn horses, he would never practice for the first time in front of the school team...

After all, it was horseback riding, and the surrounding environment was so harsh, once any strenuous equestrian sports were performed, it would be easy to make a fool of yourself for the first time.

Then let him go back like this?

Less likely.

After struggling for a while, Sewell saw that other members of the school team began to go to the racecourse to pull out their horses one after another. He suddenly had an idea, turned his head and said to Draco: "How about I take you?"

Draco was stunned for a moment, Sewell had already whistled, and then everyone heard a loud sound of hooves, and then a tall horse with a white background and silver stripes ran over, and it ran Going to Sewell's side, he lowered his head and rubbed his fingers affectionately.

"I didn't see it clearly last time," Krum said in a low voice, "This time, I have a closer look...it is really a good horse." He paused, and then said: "The harness is also very special."

Other people's horses are also very good, most of them belong to the breed of Mongolian horses, but Mongolian horses have a characteristic. Although they are hardy and hardy, they can even be strong enough to kick a wolf's head... But the size alone is bigger than Sewell's Lifeisha Small circle.

In the literature, Li Feisha is the mount of Ma Chao, one of the Five Tiger Generals. It is a western domain horse with mysterious bloodlines. According to legend, Ma Chao rode this horse and killed Cao Cao.

At this moment, Li Feisha was flying in front of everyone, with silver patterns gleaming, and the pieces of tendons were obviously extremely thick. At first glance, it looked like a rare BMW horse.

Li Feisha stomped his hooves on the ground, as if Yichen would break his martingale in the next moment.

The only inadvertent harmony is the harness... The harness that Sewell gave him was the red lotus, which was made up of black iron chains and dark red cloth. It looks very good-looking, but when you look at it now...

A harness made of iron chains is still a bit strange.

It always makes people feel that the owner has a batch number that is hard to say.

Sewell touched the thick and long iron chain, feeling a little distressed, which made Sasha hurt. While thinking about when to give Sasha a softer harness, he got on the horse without hesitation, and then said to Germany Laco stretched out his hand and invited with a smile: "Together?"