Superman is my primary school classmate

The chandelier above the head in the cubicle will dangle faintly as long as someone walks on the stairs.

In order to prevent Sean from escaping, he was firmly tied to a chair by Alexander. Judging from the way the rope was tied, Alexander was a very incompetent kidnapper, with seventeen or eighteen knots on his body. Sean had the feeling that he was wearing hemp rope Woven jacket feel.

Pointing to the ground, shifting the center of gravity, exerting force on the waist, barely tilting the chair, and rotating with one leg, Sean had a panoramic view of the room.

The bright light shone on Sean's pale face. After searching the room with his eyes, he sighed in despair.

In addition to being full of cardboard boxes, this room is full of cardboard boxes, old paint buckets, waste wood, water pipes, wrench tools, etc. that are randomly piled up on the side. Rats at Eun's feet gnawed at the soles of his shoes.

"Go go."

Sean shook off the mouse crawling on the back of his feet in disgust, and the little black mouse with its long pink tail dexterously turned around in the air, dropped its limbs, lifted its front feet to straighten its beard, and started to move towards Sean again, like A mortal soldier who is thrown down again and again remains undaunted.

Sean swore that his hairs stood up like sharp needles. The little black mouse jumped left and right on Sean's feet. No matter how Sean shook, his limbs were fixed to his clothes like iron rakes.

"Bangdang."

Sean fell to the ground with his chair and his head hit the ground hard, staring at the stars and dizzy.

The little black mouse quickened the movement of its feet.

Sean's face was ashen, he could feel the soft body of the petite rodent crawling between his pants, and finally got into his clothes.

And after the compartment door was opened, the people outside the door only saw the mouse slipping away from his feet with a piece of bread in its mouth.

"This was given to me by Clark..." The man who collapsed on the ground murmured at this moment, and kept saying that his body was dirty. Those who didn't know it thought that someone had done something to him, wasn't it just a bird? rat?

After entering the room, the boy glanced at Sean, pursed his lips sullenly, and grabbed the back of the chair to float Sean up.

But relying on his weak strength was useless at all, Xiao En could only watch himself being lifted and fell heavily, time and time again, couldn't help it, "Why don't you untie my rope , I will never run away."

Even a child can't be fooled by saying this, the boy gritted his teeth, his fingertips began to turn white, and soybean-like sweat oozed from his forehead, but it still didn't work.

"Cough, cough, cough—"

The boy covered his mouth, and the voice from between his fingers still made Sean's heart tighten. He was coughing like he was about to cough out his lungs.

The flags died down and the drums died down for a while, but the boy still didn't give up and rolled up his sleeves to do it.

Sean began to suffer from the heart of the Virgin. Although this child is the kidnapper's son, he is also a sick person. Lifting heavy objects is obviously bullying others. If he accidentally made his illness worse, Sean can't take this responsibility, fearing that he won't be able to wake up properly. When I came over, I was missing arms and legs.

"Don't—" Sean said, "It's fine if you don't want to untie me, I'm quite comfortable lying here."

It is estimated that the heating and stove in the room are strong enough, even if you lie on the ground, you don't feel that cold.

The boy dawdled for a while, then was persuaded by Sean, who sat cross-legged in front of Sean's face.

It wasn't Sean's intention. This posture did allow him to see the boy's crotch. It was Sean's fault for misidentifying the gender, but he can be so carefree just because he is a man.

Sean stretched his neck, and the boy's fair face suddenly appeared in Sean's sight.

His lips were trembling, a little bruised, there was no eyelash on his bald eyelids, and his eyebrows were extremely sparse. Under the light, he looked like a marinated egg rubbing against the light. He said calmly, "You are going to die."

Sean: "..."

The boy was surprised that Sean didn't react at all. What about the fear, fear, panic, and yelling that ordinary people should have?

He repeated unhappily, "I said you were going to die!"

Another slap on Sean's left cheek.

This dead child, he can't die, Xiao En scowled, he lived well into his 20s, after more than ten years, he still doesn't know if this child will make it through the next week, and it's not certain who will die first.

"Don't keep your mouth shut—"

"Snapped!"

A slap hit Xiao En on the right cheek, and both sides felt hot and symmetrical.

Xiao En was angry. He was so pitiful that he would be slapped by a child who was one year younger than him. "Are you a little girl? You can only slap like a mother."

This time it was all right, the slap turned into a fist, and Sean's chest hurt uncontrollably from the pounding.

The boy looked at Sean with compassion, and finally asked, "Do you have any last words?"

Sean turned his head and didn't want to talk to anyone.

"Do you have any regrets?" said the boy. "If you have family, I will ask my father to give them a lot of money when I go back."

When the boy said to give the money, he saw Sean's eyelids move, and looked at himself, "I don't want money."

"Then what do you want?" The boy stood up and squatted down again, "You say, as long as I can satisfy you, I can give it to you."

Sean blinked and said, "You'd better help me up."

With a dark face, the boy raised his hand and slapped Sean hard.

Sean slept extremely uncomfortable throughout the night.

The hardwood seat and the floor were separated by bones. For some reason, the temperature in the middle of the night began to drop, and I couldn't fall asleep trembling.

He didn't sleep soundly for more than half an hour, and finally squinted his eyes. Alexander slammed the door open, waking Sean up.

He kicked Sean's leg, "Hey, wake up, it's time to eat."

Bang Dang threw it on the plate in front of Sean, put a pile of oatmeal mush, squeezed a pile of salad dressing, and dropped two leaves symbolically, and the lump looked like vomit overnight.

Sean pushed the plate away with his chin.

Alexander didn't care whether Sean ate or not, snorted, closed the door and left.

The hungry Sean looked at the plate of "breakfast", he really couldn't open his mouth, he was in a dilemma, he glanced at it, and then glanced at it again, just looking at it made his appetite suddenly decrease, and he couldn't arouse any interest .

At this time, another person came, and I don't know why the kidnappers of their family love to run to the hostages so much.

The boy picked up a bench from behind and dragged it to sit in front of Sean with a sandwich in his hand.

The sandwich contained golden eggs, green lettuce, red tomatoes, ham, and shredded beef. Sean's saliva began to flood, and the boy definitely ate it in front of him on purpose.

I enjoyed the jealous gaze from Sean very much. The boy looked very cute holding a sandwich, nibbling his breakfast, and wearing a new woolen hat on his head. The small face is very cute.

Before eating half of it, the boy couldn't eat any more. He looked at the sandwich with more than half left in his hand, and then thought about it, shaking it in front of Sean.

Sean, who only had food in his eyes, was like a puppy, being teased by the boy's movements and shaking from side to side.

"Are you hungry?"

Is not this nonsensical.

The boy seemed a bit reluctant, but he still said generously, "Then I'll give you half of it."

Sean thought, just waiting for your words!

"Ah!" But the boy let go of his hand, and the sandwich fell to the ground, scattered into a pile, "Oops, I didn't hold it firmly, or you can just get it right away?"

The corners of Sean's mouth twitched, he could tell that the boy was playing him like a monkey, he closed his eyes and never looked at the boy again.

The boy didn't get the reaction he wanted, and was ignored by Sean, his breath was a little short, "Dad!"

Alexander rushed in, "What's wrong?"

Originally wanting to push everything on Sean, the boy rolled his eyes and pointed to the sandwich that Sean drew a big circle in the air with his index finger and finally landed on the ground, "It fell..."

Alexander didn't care about Sean, and took the boy's hand, "It's okay, I'll just make you another one."

When he left, the boy didn't forget to kick over the old mess, making a mess on the ground.

And when it was time to eat again, it was already evening, thanks to Slughorn.

When Slughorn heard that Sean hadn't eaten all day, he yelled, "How can this be, Alexander, go get him something to eat."

These words made Sean feel better when Slughorn was still a little bit kind-hearted, and he heard him say, "Otherwise, if it gets worse, how can I use my potion as a test subject?"

Sean said he would take back what he just said.

No matter what, Sean sat at the table and had dinner.

He was still a little uncomfortable. Even after being fed, Slughorn did not forget to cast a petrification spell on Sean. The knives, forks and spoons in front of him seemed to come alive, floating In the air, it automatically feeds Sean with vegetables and soup.

The tablecloth danced in front of the table and wiped off the food stains around Sean's mouth. The considerate service made Sean unable to help but say, "Thank you."

"Hahahaha." Slughorn couldn't help laughing, "Relax kid, I'm very skilled in magic, I won't poke your face with a knife."

The knives and forks clanged in the air, and each patted Sean's cheek with the back handle, causing him to twitch the corners of his mouth in embarrassment.

Slughorn didn't shy away from the fact that Sean was still on the scene, and began to plan his potion plan.

The boy's illness is a bit special. Even the experienced Slughorn cannot develop the corresponding potion in a short time. He needs not only time, but also the help of others.

"I have a man to introduce to you," said Slughorn. "He has learned a lot, and with his help I am sure progress will be made in this matter very soon."

"Who is it?" Alexander worried, "Is he reliable?"

"It's hard for me to reveal his name." Slug was vague, "Don't worry, in fact, if it weren't for the fact that I really can't get out recently..."

"What happened?" Alexander asked loudly.

The flesh on Slughorn's face trembled, and he felt a little palpitation when he thought of something, "It's really terrible. After we left last night, Hogsmeade suddenly exploded, and all the houses seemed to be occupied by people. The knife cut in half, for which Dumbledore asked everyone not to leave the school after night."

"And this thing?"

"Fortunately we left early." Slughorn thanked.

He glanced at Sean who was still struggling with the knife and fork, and he was still thinking, maybe it has something to do with this person.

No, Slughorn shook his head, amused by his own thought. What kind of storm can a squib can cause, it should only be an attack by a mysterious person as Dumbledore guessed.

But Slughorn still didn't understand a little bit. If it was really what Dumbledore told them in the morning, it was the mysterious man who was preparing to launch a war, and he would attack Hogsmeade first.

But if the mysterious person is doing anything, as a relative, he should also know about it.

The author has something to say: I passed the teaching qualification written test, so be happy