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As soon as he turned around and entered his room, Harry found someone standing in the middle of his room.
That was a dark man with black hair, black eyes, black clothes, black robes, and black shoes. He was standing in Harry's warm-colored room, so dark and inappropriate that he was so obvious, but he It was so silent and soundless, as if breathing was dead. When Harry saw him, the boy thought there was an extra clothes rack with a black coat in his room.
The man did not answer the boy's question, but looked at him condescendingly: "...harry James R?"
"No," Harry retorted subconsciously, "iam harry erik xavier (I am Harry Eric Xavier)."
The man didn't seem to care about the answer to this question at all, and took a step forward: "Do you know that if you burn this notice in your hand, there will be another one waiting for you? Mr. R?"
Harry couldn't understand what he meant at all: "You mean, prank letters will come one after another?"
"It's not a prank." The man seemed a little annoyed and squeezed out a sentence from his throat, "It's true Mr. R - what makes your ignorant little mind think that such a formal letter is something that every British person The admission notice that all eleven-year-old wizards receive is a prank letter?"
"I think before I answer your question, sir," Harry looked up at the man, his eyes roaming the man's face, "you should tell me why you broke into my home without permission."
This is not right. Harry vaguely felt something.
This isn't quite right.
The prank letter will not contain his name before he became a Xavier. His father would not reveal that name easily. Even Alex and Sean, who have been with him the longest, don't know it. The only one who knows it is Hank.
His father wasn't such a loose-lipped person.
The man glanced at him and knew that although the boy still used honorifics verbally, he was not in a good mood and his temper didn't look good either. He couldn't help but feel even more upset: "If it weren't for your 'relatives and friends' who didn't treat me at all, You are not so well-intentioned that you don’t want me to see your noble face, and I am unwilling to do this kind of behavior - listen up, Mr. Every wizard should go to a magic school to study at the age of eleven, including you. No matter how noble your status is, no matter how famous you are, you have to-"
"Sorry?" Harry couldn't help but said angrily, speaking faster, "I disagree with your opinion. Am I a wizard? Are there wizards in this world? If you say I am a wizard, then I Is that so? And - I am an American now, a British school, why should I go? I think, I will go to my father's school, or any famous school in the United States or the United Kingdom. As for the magic school, I think That only exists in storybooks.”
The man seemed not to have expected the boy's reaction to be like this. He raised his eyebrows, paused briefly, and then said in a slow tone: "Just because you don't know doesn't mean there is no Mr. R."
"How about pronouncing my name correctly before we start the conversation?" The boy was no longer willing to maintain etiquette. In fact, he felt that it was not necessary to be polite to this person who broke into the house. "This is Xavier's house. There is no r in Xavier's house."
"Just think about it, Mr. R." The man pulled out a long thing from his sleeve that might be called a wand, "well, since you don't believe in the existence of wizards, then I -"
"Harry——" The door was knocked loudly, Y and Alex's voices were urgent and concerned, "Who is in your room, Harry! Open the door!"
"Kitty! Alex!" Harry felt like he was being forgiven, and his tense shoulders suddenly relaxed a lot. He took a few steps to open the door, but the man suddenly grabbed his hand, "Hey, let me go! Kitty!" Kitty I need you!"
"I have placed a silencing spell on this room," the man whispered, his whole body tense. "No one should be able to hear the sounds inside - who are your relatives and friends? Tell me Mr. R!"
Harry really hated the man in front of him to the extreme. He raised his face and stared at the man with a pair of emerald eyes: "Why should I tell you - Kitty! Alex!"
Then a scene that shocked the man happened - he finally understood why the boy was called 'Kitty' instead of calling the adult male Alex.
First with one hand, and then with her whole body, the girl with long hair tied into a ponytail seemed like a wandering spirit, pulling her companion to ignore and pass through the thick mahogany door. The next second Kitty grabbed the boy with her hands on her hips and protected the boy. Behind her: "It's you! You rude guy, who let you in? Who allowed you to see Harry?! Jean! Jean! Professor! Teacher Hank!" She shouted loudly, "That dark thing in the morning The guy is here!!”
"We warned you," Alex stood in front of Kitty and Harry, "Don't step into this house without permission again, this..."
"...My last name is Snape." The man sneered, "As if I am willing to do such a thing. If it hadn't been for the principal's words, I would not be willing to come here to see a group of...people who can be called freaks, and willful people. Get out of the self-deceiving boy’s face.”
"Then you get out of here." Harry stood behind Kitty and couldn't restrain his anger. The eleven-year-old boy couldn't allow anyone to talk about his family and friends like this, "Don't! Again! Come here for an admission notice. !”
As if to boost his arrogance, the things around him floated up quickly, looking like they were going to hit the man named Snape in the next second.
"I have no intention of being your enemy," Snape seemed to be too lazy to even wave the wand in his hand, "However, there are some things that you just have to think about - I can put it down here: Mr. R - is a very A 'famous' wizard, whether he is smart or stupid, must go to hogwarts to study. Although Mr. R's eleven-year-old little mind is not expected to understand the importance of this, as his family, you must make a careful decision The right decision.”
"I have to say, sir, if everyone invites students to study like you do," Harry, as the son of a promising principal, couldn't help but say, "sooner or later the school will close down."
The boy also whispered to Kitty in a low voice: "Kitty, I'm so proud of dad - after all, no one will reject him after seeing him."
"Yes, sweetheart," Kitty put her hands on her hips and smiled beamingly, "The professor is the best, he always is."
"Thank you for the compliment, dear." At this time, Mr. Xavier came in in a wheelchair pushed by Hank and touched his son's head. Then he looked at a dark visitor with sharp eyes, "Mr. Snape? "
"Yes." The man replied slowly.
"I think I have made it very clear about Harry, an hour ago." Mr. , that is, my son’s decision is made by himself. His past and current surnames cannot stop him. I can proudly say that although he is still very young, he is already a rational and thinking person. Now, I can’t use myself to restrain him from doing anything, so you can’t use things that happened before he was one year old to ask him to do anything.” He motioned to his son who was blushing after being praised to come to him, and Mr. Xavier touched his head. , said very gently but firmly, "If you, Mr. Snape, or the people behind you, your companions, insist on forcing my son to do something he doesn't want to do, then I can only say -"
"Then get out of here!" John followed the wheelchair into the room, "I'm sorry, Professor, I didn't mean to be rude, but that's what you meant?"
Snape never cared about the emotions of reckless or impulsive people. He only frowned at the head of the family, the adoptive father, or father, of the eleven-year-old boy.
"You should have enough judgment and good education, Mr. Xavier." He said cautiously and hintingly, "You should have already guessed why the letter was sent here across two countries and why I need to come to the door in person."
"No, I didn't. And 'Yes, thank you, John.'" Mr. Xavier nodded, "That's all I meant, Mr. Snape."
"You will regret this."
"Anyone who says that is usually the one who regrets it." Mr. Xavier said without giving in, "I'm sorry. And can I ask a question?"
"...Please." Snape squeezed out one word before leaving.
"...Excuse me, Harry's father——" Mr. Xavier wanted to shut up just after asking a word, "——I'm sorry."
He felt that the man in front of him fell into a very bad and dark state the moment he asked this question. Oh, of course, Mr. Xavier never thinks casually, but undoubtedly, anyone who sees Snape will know that the answer to that question is not very beautiful.
"...They're all gone." After leaving these words, Snape disappeared out of thin air, causing a little exclamation.
It seems that this dark man has some skills.
Mr. Xavier held his son's hand tightly: "Come on, let's go down to eat first, Harry. No matter how big the deal is, it's not as important as 'Today is your birthday.'" He comforted the boy, "Come on, I Don't you think you were in a great mood just now? There's nothing to be angry about. We won't let him take you away. Come and enjoy the food. Your aunt complained to me a few days ago, why are you only growing taller but not bulky or in shape? You are as thin as a dandelion blowing in the wind. If you continue to frown, I think she will strangle me to death..."
Harry, who was not very good at it, was amused by him: "Dad! My weight is very standard!"
"Then eat more and make it meet your aunt's standards." Mr. Xavier said with a smile while pushing the wheelchair downstairs.
…
"Tell me," the hot blonde beauty took a forkful of the Italian cheese lasagna in front of her and said in a very understatement, "You chase him away the first second he steps in. Come on - I can't believe there are so many of you and you can still let him stand in Harry's bedroom. His head, his feet, and no part of his body should be in this home."
Today's protagonist, Harry, sat obediently next to her, working hard to finish off a piece of steak that his aunt had given him. He ate a small piece of juicy and juicy steak and drank a spoonful of creamy clam chowder to comfort his stomach. Only then did he save the students who had been angered by his aunt, as well as his aunt's dear boyfriend, Hank .
"He said he cast a..." Harry tried hard to remember what the man said, "A spell, a silencing spell. What he meant was that no one should be able to hear what was going on in the room."
"And he will disappear suddenly," Alex said, "There should be some way to teleport -, don't glare at me, please, I still want to finish my meal."
"What is a wizard? Go to hell." She took the boy and the latter leaned on her plump breasts a little embarrassedly, "If nothing else, he is Charles's son, he is Harry Xavier, how can he You don’t have to go to Charles’ school!”
"It doesn't matter if it is. If it is, then great, we have a mutant wizard." Sean picked up a piece of caramel pancake and stuffed it into his mouth nonchalantly, "Speaking of which, what abilities does the wizard have? Hey, who has read this? A fairy tale about a wizard!”
"But why does he know my previous name?" Harry was worried about this. "I don't even know. Well, if it's because my parents are wizards, then I-"
"Then you are also a mutant," Di said. "Maybe you don't remember - you got sick when you were three years old. No medicine could help you, so I had to give you injections. Maybe it was because you had never been in that much pain. Passed, so it stimulated your ability——"
She winked at her boyfriend with interest, and the latter was embarrassed, "Guess what I saw? A large blue furry hugged a small blue furry, and your cry was directly in front of me. There is a symphony playing in his head. I don't recognize the face of the trumpet guy, but I know that only my dear nephew Harry can let so many things float around him, and when I get closer to you, you become I got a little guy with blue scales and green eyes, and I was thinking, Oh my god, I wish I could take this little guy away, I love him so much.”
She stretched out her hand and scratched Harry's face, which was extremely surprised: "Of course, I also love this little guy now - don't you think so, Harry?"
After hearing such an old piece of history, Harry's bad mood disappeared. "Of course, I love your aunt too -" he turned to look at Rogue at the end of the table, "It seems that I will have to be with Jean and Rogue when I enter school." Learn a little more experience.”
"I'm waiting for you at any time." Jean said happily.
"Me too." Rogue, who had a bunch of white hair on his bangs, shrugged and took another piece of pudding for himself. "As long as you make such delicious pudding for me every day, I am willing to teach you 24 hours a day."
"No problem." The person in charge of Xavier's kitchen agreed happily.
"You will gain weight like this!" Bobby said to the girl next to him, "You will definitely gain weight!"
The girl's answer was to take away Iceman's special iced pudding with a forkful.
"Hey, that's my pudding, you can't do that!!"
