, wonderful and free of pop-ups! "What is this?" Holding the long stick in his hand, the new student of the academy, Alex's younger brother, who can really kill people with his eyes, commented on it in a tone of 'a teenager sees a real gun' , "Looks so fragile."
"Give it back to me." Harry took back his wand angrily. To be honest, he hadn't warmed up yet.
The boy opposite with brown hair and strange red goggles spread his hands and said it didn't matter: "This little stick doesn't look handsome at all."
Harry said: "Maybe when I come back after learning something, you will think it's cool."
"Maybe, I look forward to your return from the holidays, fairy tale boy."
"...I told you, don't call me that!"
…
Because at Harry's request ("I can't just go there right now!" he begged painfully, "That's a boarding school!"), Charles's family and Eric's family (even though their combined population does not exceed five) both Stay at the college for the holidays.
This also led to the fact that when Snape came to take people to buy things, he could only stare. Even if the boy repeatedly promised that there would be no problem, he was still eleven years old, not one. The darling of the whole college was surrounded by seven or eight fifteen-year-old teenagers, all of whom looked at him with hostility, as if he was a heinous criminal. The kidnapper makes a living by kidnapping and selling cute children.
"I think, if I remember correctly, you only have one parent." Snape gritted his teeth and said, "Are you so noble that you need seven or eight people to wait on you when you go shopping, eh? Mr. Xavier?"
"I heard that there are a lot of people there, so it's not suitable for my dad to go there, he will be squeezed to death." Harry replied with an aura that was not inferior to him, "And these are my friends, not just waiting for me to go shopping - Please wait a moment, Professor, my father’s friend will follow us.”
Later, Snape gritted his teeth and got his wish.
——As soon as the six or seven teenagers saw Mr. Lehnsherr, they immediately seemed to have cast a silencing spell, and their voices disappeared silently.
"Who is this gentleman among your large group of relatives and friends?" Snape whispered.
Harry introduced calmly: "This is my father's old friend, professor."
The boys and girls behind him winked and winked——
——Magneto and his daughter did live here for this reason. But to be honest, everyone knows who this 'professor's old friend' is, but no one dares to gossip about the professor, let alone this person. This 'you know who' is not only interested in himself. The old friend's family is quite kind to his daughter, but he has always been in a state of being able to only look at others from a distance.
Of course, no student dared to provoke the legendary "you know who" without authorization. However, Nina has won the hearts of many girls because of her cuteness, and the boys are also willing to take care of this little sister. .
"Your brother asked me to tell you," Erik said, not knowing what he was talking about and looking at his friends who were inexplicably silent. "If you just go out to help, that's fine. If you can't stay idle and use your energy to cause trouble, he will I’ll spank you and settle old scores for what you didn’t make up for when you were young.”
His face was very ugly: "...Damn Alex. I will, I will."
Erik looked at this face that was very similar to Alex, and couldn't help but think of the past - it was as if the fledgling Alex was not the one who caused trouble. His laser light was not accurate at all at first, but once he was liberated, it would be a disaster Destruction and explosion, and the young man was impulsive and difficult to communicate with others. Hank was so angry that he locked himself up in the laboratory many times.
Harry looked up at the unhappy face and couldn't help but laugh a little.
Snape couldn't bear it anymore and used his wand to make a warning sound in the air: "If you find that the thing you want is sold out in the end, or is squeezed by the crowd until dark, you can just waste your time by talking more, Mr. Xavier. .”
Then they finally set off.
In fact, there are some benefits to having more people.
When they finished exchanging currency, looking at the crowded streets, he used his commanding talent at this time: "Since there are so many people, why don't we go separately? You see, Harry has so many things to buy, we can save money by going separately. A lot of time, when things are done, we can hang out here until dark!"
"No, we can't wait until dark," Harry couldn't help but remind this boy who was only a few years older than him, "I have to go back to cook."
"Come on, Harry, who doesn't know that you can cook surprisingly quickly?" Kitty stretched, and the girls looked at various small shops with sparkling eyes, "But you're right, we can buy them separately—— Let’s go shopping for clothes—”
Jean had to interrupt her: "The clothes need to be measured. Harry has to go by himself. Let's go buy books for Harry."
It was divided back and forth, and in the end it became the focus of who bought the wand and clothes from Harry, as if he needed to be taken care of, and in the end it was Erik who had to say that he was still here.
"I'm still here, not dead yet." He looked around at the group of Charles's students and felt that they all had the same charm as Alex and Sean. Charles's students often looked the same, "I accompanied him to follow us. .”
Seriously, why did you start acting as Harry's parent? Several people thought this silently in their hearts, and went shopping like scattered birds. Finally, this terrifying group of four stepped into the wand shop.
Later, when Harry thought about it many years later, he described it this way.
"I think if I were the owner of the wand shop at that time, I would be scared to death. Magneto held the hand of the famous savior, that is, me, followed by the captain of the X-Men, and was led in by Snape."
But what Harry was thinking about now was that Nina's father's hand was bigger than he thought. He held his hand tightly, surprisingly hard, as if holding the hand of his old friend's son was a serious act and he couldn't screw it up.
Not bad, he thought.
Picking a wand was nothing short of disastrous.
According to the saying, "The dozens of wands are not as good-looking as the girls, but they have a bad temper. If you touch the wrong one among them, it will be a nightmare."
"I have to say, it's not as exaggerated as you said. Don't give them a wrong perception!" Harry sat in the cold drink shop digging a vanilla ball and said dissatisfiedly, "You are the scary one, I just let you There were a few flowers blooming on your body, and you almost took off your glasses.”
"That's my normal reaction." He changed the topic very tactfully, and he could feel that 'that person' was 'hingyou' him, "This cold drink tastes good - what should we buy next?"
Harry finally chose an eleven-inch wand, made of yellow ash wood with a phoenix tail feather core. It was a soft brown color with intersecting black lines on it. Harry liked it very much. The wand shop owner said a lot of nonsense about the inner core, and seemed to say that the feather came from Germany, but Harry didn't even listen to it. "Yellow ash wood is the source of knowledge, truth, and purity." He actually listened to that sentence.
"If Charles was a wizard, he would probably have a wand like this." It was rare for Erik to express an opinion at this time. He looked at the boy who looked up at him, gave a rare smile, and reached out to pat his head, "I hope You become a man like your dad.”
Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He thought Erik had any objections to this: "I will."
Snape stood aside silently, as if he were a stone statue - he was the one who paid the most attention to the phoenix tail feather. Unfortunately, the person involved didn't feel it at all, and he was too lazy to say anything.
Phoenix tail feathers from Germany, hum, Germany!
Snape knew that Charles had made an agreement with Dumbledore - not to tell Harry about how his parents died, including the details of his enemies.
"It is a terrible thing to let an eleven-year-old child carry the burden of revenge and the much-anticipated honor." Charles insisted, "He can learn about it on his own, from past newspapers and fragments of history books, even if he wants to find I will also support him when he goes to his parents' graves, but this kind of thing should not be brought up by adults. He only needs to remember that his parents lost their lives to save him, and they are all heroes. That is enough."
Similarly, he did not let Harry go to his parents' vault to withdraw money or take anything away. The key to the vault was handed over to him, but he was not prepared to let Harry use the money.
"I am happy to spend money for my son, and - I do not allow him to study so that he can inherit his parents' inheritance. He should be any student who goes to hogwarts to study. Ordinary cannot be more ordinary. Ordinary Students should spend the money given to them by their guardians," he explained to Erik.
Snape's attitude towards this is that he has no objection, no opinion, and can even be said to agree - the R family's treasury will always belong to the last R, and too much money and an overly wealthy and happy environment will only create a little bastard. This is his personal experience.
And it turns out that Charles is right, he is always right.
Just to digest the fact that "his parents did not abandon him, but sacrificed their lives for him during the war years. They were a pair of heroes who had no choice but to leave him alone." Harry was sad for several days. Without food, Charles had to become the good father who slept with his son again, even though he had stopped masturbating since Harry was six years old.
"Should I love them, dad?" Harry huddled under the quilt and asked Charles with a choked voice, "I, I mean -"
"Of course you should love them," Charles comforted Harry in his head, trying to convey a warm and sweet feeling like honey and milk, "I believe they love you too. I do too. Love you, my dear, you are their only treasure, so they choose to die to protect you, I love you too, you are my treasure too, and I am willing to do anything to protect you. It is not difficult to accept it, harry , and there is no need to be sad, you already know it - there are two more people in the world who love you, and they love you as much as anyone else."
"It's all my fault." Harry's tears were like round beads. Once they fell, they would never end. His voice was like a knotted thread, and it was extremely difficult to pronounce the words. "If it weren't for me, they wouldn't have died. .”
"No, no, dear," Charles hugged his son in the warm quilt, "It's just because of the war, Harry, there are wars in every era and in every country. Erik and I have also experienced wars, even my legs ——I can tell you this, it was broken at that time. But these losses cannot be said to be the fault of any one person. The fault lies with the times and those who tried to use violence to provoke war, Harry."
"I don't like war, dad." Harry buried his face into Charles's warm chest, which was still wearing a sweater, and sobbed quietly.
"...I don't like it either, Harry, war doesn't need to exist." Charles placed a kiss on his son's forehead, "This is exactly what I have been working hard for."
…
"Oh my God," Kitty looked overwhelmed when she came back with Jean and Rogue. "There are so many people in the bookstore. Can you imagine that I finally had to stop Rogue from fighting his way out? I was among those people. Went in and out," Kitty said, slamming a bunch of books on the table and staring, "Then I bought these books! The bookstore clerk looked at me like he was looking at a ghost! Well, this is Harry's book I have nothing to complain about – but why can’t you order a cold drink for us when you can just sit here and have it?”
"Please," shrugged, stood up and walked to the counter nonchalantly, "my treat, girls."
Harry looked at the way he stared at Jean and was not surprised - Jean was a beautiful girl, and even though she was a few years older than him, it didn't stop him from making this judgment.
"What else haven't you bought?" Erik, who had been concentrating with his eyes closed, waited until the noisy young people were far away before speaking.
Harry took out the admission notice: "Well, Professor Snape bought the potion equipment. I haven't bought the clothes yet. Kitty has bought the books for me. John and Bobby went to visit other stores and buy telescopes." I hope they won’t bring back some unnecessary things without authorization... Oh, there are also communication owls that need to be bought.”
"You don't need that."
"Sorry, what?" Harry looked up and asked.
"The United States is a bit far away from here. You even need to fly to the UK first to come here." Eric smiled at him for the first time today. To be honest, it was a bit scary. "You will exhaust your owl to death - so I think you still It’s more realistic to have a play pet.”
In order to prevent Snape from being vindictive (in Harry's opinion, he would undoubtedly be a vindictive person) from playing tricks on the way, Harry, his one-day guardian, and older friends first took a plane to England, and then Get in touch with snape.
"But," Harry thought about the journey and showed a subtle expression of 'it seems true', "then how do I communicate with dad?"
Erik's smile deepened.
"Your dad will find a way," he said easily. "Don't forget that you are in a mutant family."
"..." Harry always felt that there was something very unclear in Erik's words, but it was best not to think about it.
"Okay, there will be a way." He stood up, "I want to go to the bookstore and other small shops, is that okay?"
"Take the necklace I gave you," Erik warned, sitting lazily, "If there is any danger..."
"If there's any danger... I'll contact you, just like dad." After saying that, Harry turned around and ran away, leaving behind a dumbfounded Erik.
——Look, this is the unlovable thing about a mutant child who can use telepathy. Your old friend is obviously calling you alone, but it can easily be heard by the second or even third person.
"However, he is quite obedient." Eric looked at the boy running away and said softly with a smile, "Children who can worry less are scarce resources now. Charles, your luck has always been so good."
A hum of laughter sounded in his mind as an answer.
…
There are really a lot of people in the bookstore. Crowded is definitely not an exaggeration, Harry thought.
He looked at himself distressed - with such a small body, it must be extremely difficult to squeeze in, let alone find those books on treatment and history.
Treatment and history are the two main research goals he has set for himself. History can allow him to better understand wizards and the wizarding world, even though he has not yet figured out whether he is a wizard; and treatment, without a doubt, That's why he came all the way to England to go to school.
"But... there are so many people." He looked at the terrifying flow of people and muttered to himself, "Why don't I have Kitty's abilities?"
"Excuse me, give way, you're blocking the door." A girl squeezed past him, "Oh my god, why can't this bookstore be bigger?"
"A little patience and politeness." Her parents squeezed in from further away and greeted Harry who was standing at the door pleasantly, "Hi, hello, boy, are you a new student at Hogwarts too?"
"Yes," Harry smiled, "I have already bought all the textbooks. I want to see what other books are here."
"You must be very good at chatting with us." The man pushed the girl with long brown fluffy hair and two big front teeth over. "There are too many people, and we may not be able to squeeze in. Are you willing to talk to our little daughter?" Want to be a companion?”
"Hey! I told you I can do it, dad!" The girl complained in embarrassment and annoyance. She turned around and introduced herself generously, "Hello, I'm Granger."
"Hello, I'm Harry, Harry Xavier." Harry nodded to the couple, "I would be happy to be her companion."
"Oh thank you, dear." Mrs. Granger nodded kindly at him, "We will wait for you here."
"I seem to be lucky enough to have heard about your father, Mr. Xavier. After all, this surname is not very common," Mr. Granger said with some surprise, "Charles Xavier, I heard that he was once one of the best genetics professors in Cambridge. .”
"Oh, he is." Harry's smile deepened and he said proudly, "He always has been."
"Your father is that Professor Xavier!" he exclaimed, "How great would that be! He is the person I admire most! But he no longer teaches!"
"Actually, we have been living in the United States. My father has not been a university professor for many years, but he is still focusing on education." Harry nodded to Mr. Granger, and they squeezed into the bookstore side by side, "But I miss him It would be nice to hear you hold him in such high esteem."
"I have read some of Professor Xavier's papers," the girl said with excitement, her face slightly red, "He, I, I mean, when I found out that I was not an ordinary person, I was afraid - but my father gave me I read some of Professor Xavier's papers, and I realized that there is nothing to be afraid of when you are different from others!" She raised her chest proudly, "He said that human beings are a race that is constantly evolving. If they remain unchanged, then human beings will He will not be able to adapt to the successive changes in the environment, and if there are some mutations in human genes that allow him to become different from others, then it will be a kind of, well, a kind of..."
"A rare opportunity for evolution." Harry said with a smile and took it immediately.
"Yes! Opportunity to evolve!" He nodded vigorously, "So I also want to learn to be a wizard, because this is an opportunity for me!"
"You're right." Harry listened to this girl's speech that was different from ordinary children, and felt that she must be the best in the school, and said with sincere envy, "I have never seen anyone, I mean, People my age can understand my father's core ideas so quickly. You must have a great academic record."
"What's the point?" He lowered his head in embarrassment, followed Harry and started to wander around the bookshelf, and then looked up at the rows of books, "You are his son, you must have better grades than me - oh! "She suddenly slapped her head, "I can't believe I forgot something! Today is the day you come to purchase. Didn't Professor Xavier come with you? Can I meet him!"
"No, he didn't come." Harry's eyes scanned the bookshelves, trying to find the category labels. "Unfortunately, there are so many people here. I think it is not suitable for him to come here because he has difficulty walking. Today is one of his Friends and some students came with me." His hands wandered between the books, trying to identify the labels of each book, "I want to learn magic because I want to heal his leg, although he... I'm very considerate, but I think he needs this, he can't be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life, that would be too unfair."
"Oh, I'm sorry," he felt as if he had touched the boy's pain, "but this is really unfair, he is such a knowledgeable and talented person! You can definitely do it Harry! I will also help you!"
Harry smiled happily from the bottom of his heart: "Thank you."
