The Boy Who Shouldn't Exist
Leo Thorne was never supposed to receive an invitation to the most prestigious school of magic in the world.
- 1、The Boy Who Shouldn't Exist
- 2、The Command That Changed Everything
- 3、A Dance With Death
- 4、The Sentient Sabotage
- 5、The Secret of the Wood
- 6、The Forbidden Flare
- 7、The Aftermath of the Accident
He was a scholarship student with no lineage to speak of, or so the public records claimed.
As he stood in the center of the sun-drenched courtyard, the weight of a thousand years of history pressed down on his narrow shoulders.
The other children whispered about their dragon-hide boots and custom-made racing brooms.
Leo only had a battered, school-issued Cleansweep that smelled of damp earth and ancient rot.
He didn't know that his name was actually a trigger word for a decades-old blood feud.
He didn't know that the man standing at the front of the class, Professor Silas Vane, had spent ten years searching for Leo’s hidden family.
The Command That Changed Everything
"Mount your brooms," Vane commanded, his voice cutting through the crisp mountain air like a blade.
Leo reached out his hand, expecting the familiar, gentle rise of the wood into his palm.
Instead, the broom snapped upward with such violence that it nearly broke his fingers.
The wood felt hot, pulsing with a rhythmic thrumming that felt disturbingly like a human heartbeat.
Vane’s eyes locked onto Leo’s, and for a split second, the boy saw a flash of pure, unadulterated hatred.
"Up!" the class shouted in unison, and a dozen brooms rose gracefully into the air.
But Leo’s broom didn't rise; it ignited with a pale, ghostly fire that only he seemed to feel.
Before he could even seat himself properly, the broom surged forward, dragging him across the gravel.
A Dance With Death
The initial shock turned into a cold, paralyzing terror as the broom accelerated beyond any legal limit.
Leo found himself dangling by his arms as the broom shot vertically toward the highest spire of the Astronomy Tower.
The wind whipped his scarf around his throat, choking back his screams for help.
Below him, the courtyard became a blur of grey stone and shrinking green robes.
He looked back, expecting to see Vane or the other professors mounting their brooms for a rescue.
Instead, he saw them standing in a circle, their wands lowered, watching him with the clinical detachment of scientists observing a doomed experiment.
The broom began to weave through the narrow stone corridors, smashing through floating candles and shattering ancient statues.
Every impact sent a jolt of pain through Leo’s ribs, but the broom seemed to be steering him away from the walls at the last possible microsecond.
The Sentient Sabotage
As the broom entered the Great Hall, it began a series of impossible, bone-breaking maneuvers.
It wasn't trying to shake him off; it was trying to dodge invisible projectiles.
Leo squinted through the wind and saw streaks of dark red light trailing behind him.
Vane wasn't trying to stop the broom; he was firing silent curses at Leo’s back, hoping to finish the job under the cover of the chaos.
The broom banked hard to the left, crashing through a massive stained-glass window depicting the school’s founders.
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Glass rained down like diamonds, cutting Leo’s cheeks and hands, but he refused to let go.
In that moment of near-death, Leo felt a voice inside his head—not his own, but a woman’s voice, soft and desperate.
"Hold on, my lion," the voice whispered, vibrating through the wood of the broom handle.
The Secret of the Wood
The realization hit him harder than the stone walls: this broom hadn't been chosen for him by accident.
It was a relic from his mother’s time at the school, a woman he had been told died in a simple carriage accident.
The broom wasn't out of control; it was defending him from the very institution that claimed to be his sanctuary.
Vane finally took to the sky, followed by two other hooded figures who didn't look like professors at all.
They flew with a predatory grace, their wands glowing with the sickly green of forbidden magic.
Leo realized that the "flying lesson" was actually a ritualized hunt designed to see if he had inherited his mother's forbidden gifts.
The broom pulled a sharp 180-degree turn, heading straight for the chasing party.
Leo screamed, closing his eyes as he prepared for the head-on collision.
The Forbidden Flare
Instead of a crash, a massive wave of purple kinetic energy erupted from the broom’s tail.
The shockwave sent Vane and his conspirators spiraling out of the sky, their brooms splintering into toothpicks.
The magical sparks filled the air, creating a smokescreen that masked the entire upper reaches of the castle.
Taking advantage of the confusion, the broom performed one final, impossible spin before hovering perfectly still in the center of the hall.
Leo hung there, upside down, his knuckles white and his breath coming in ragged gasps.
The silence that followed was heavier than the noise of the destruction.
He looked down at the floor, where the Headmaster and the rest of the faculty were now rushing in, looking horrified for the cameras.
But Leo knew the truth now; he saw the way their eyes darted to the shattered window and the fallen professors.
The Aftermath of the Accident
The school officiality labeled the incident as a "volatile magical surge" caused by a defective antique broom.
They offered Leo a new, top-of-the-line racing model and a week of rest in the infirmary.
But Leo didn't take the new broom, and he didn't stop looking over his shoulder.
He kept the shattered pieces of the old Cleansweep hidden under his floorboards.
He knew that the heartbeat in the wood was getting stronger every night.
The professors treated him with a new, terrifying level of respect, but he could see the fear behind their smiles.
They were waiting for him to slip up, waiting for the power inside him to fully awaken.
Leo Thorne arrived at the school as a nobody, but he would leave as the man who burned their secrets to the ground.
The next flying lesson wouldn't be an accident; it would be a revolution.
