, wonderful and free of pop-ups! "If you can't handle it, call me, Harry." He tied a honey-colored scarf around his son, put on a small hat, and straightened his glasses. Charles looked at the open car door and felt that he couldn't stop telling him. Come down, "Have you memorized those spells? Have you tried them all? Hide the wand in your sleeve when the time comes, so no one can see it... God, Erik, can you really not give up on taking my son out?" "
Between the fact that I'd be worried to death, and the fact that he's such a rare wizard mutant. Charles swallowed these words silently.
"No." Erik said, "In order to protect your son, I didn't even sing a lullaby to Nina, Charles." He looked at Charles in the wheelchair with interest, "I never knew what you would become when you became a father. Like this."
Harry's ears perked up again here.
Here it comes again, here it comes again, Uncle Erik and Dad are always like this - 'What were you like in the past', 'Why are you like this now', 'What will you do', 'What will you do in the future', 'What will you do if you don't do this'? how'……
Harry felt as if they knew each other very well - very well. He knew his father very well. In fact, his father was not the kind of person who would easily get angry with others. He knew that being angry was of no use except venting. He also taught Harry this, and in the past few days, Harry saw him But it's different for Erik. He gets angry when he wants and quarrels when he wants. They can be watched in the kitchen for a few minutes over topics like "should there be cabbage and carrots in breakfast this morning?" joke.
Now faced with Eric's look that looked like a joke, Charles had no choice but to fight back: "When Nina reaches the age of 'experience', I will wait to see your joke, Eric," he said pretending to be relaxed, " It won't be far, Erik, we'll see."
Erik's answer was a toothy smile, and then he took his old friend's son and drove away, making Professor X standing at the door angrily swear that he would give him a nightmare tonight.
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"Have you ever been out before?" When opening the car door, Erik said to Harry, who was trying to use his abilities to disguise himself as an adult. "Charles used to love walking around."
"I once traveled to Germany, with my father." Not noticing Erik's slight pause, Harry said a little anxiously, "Well... I also went to France. It was an event organized by the school, and my father didn't go with him. ...Auntie, do you think I'm okay with this?"
She put on a sexy enough make-up before going out, and her blond hair was tied loosely. She wore a hot and tight-fitting skirt that exposed her cleavage. She could attract the attention of men with just one look.
She was touching up her makeup in the mirror, but when she looked at her nephew, she laughed out loud, even smiling charmingly, and exclaimed: "Wow. Baby, I bet you are the most handsome man in the world now." .”
Then she saw in her field of vision, the younger version of Charles smiled shyly at her.
"Really, I always thought I was more handsome than Charles." Erik said easily, his eyes couldn't help but roll over the face of young Charles in his field of vision, recalling the young Charles he had seen back then.
It was undoubtedly charming, very charming, and now, the shy 'Charles' in front of him obviously did not have the unique charm of a young man as he remembered, but more like a child wearing adult clothes.
"No, that depends on your definition of handsome." He took Harry's hand and walked inside first, "You're not as good as him in terms of being charming."
"It sounds like dad is quite popular." Harry's eyes lit up with curiosity, "Can I hear about his... uh, sex hunting history?"
"Oh my god," she frowned at him, "who taught you this word?"
"..." Harry wisely shut up.
"Okay, let's talk about it later -" he said simply, "I will know who it is anyway -"
"Take my arm, ma'am," Erik stepped forward and stretched out his arm. "Your nephew is not at such a high altitude for you to hold. His illusion is obviously only visual at the moment."
"But I will grow taller." Harry lowered his head and muttered.
"Yes, but not now." Erik couldn't help but pat the boy's head, "Have you put hairspray on him? His hair will always look like a bird's nest."
"Hairspray is very damaging to your hair," he said. "I won't do it that way. As for the hair, Charles said it seems to be his genetic inheritance."
"Is this the point now? Look, someone seems to be flying over there!" Harry shouted loudly.
"Don't change the subject, and keep your voice down, Harry - oh my God." He looked up and saw a bit of white in the sky and opened his eyes. He tried his best to squint to look at the sky and cursed the too many lights in this place. , "Erik, can you see clearly? Is that the child?"
"I saw a pair of huge wings, a boy, Caucasian, with blond hair," Erik said, "but there was another person next to him... blue skin."
Taking a deep breath, the relaxed atmosphere before was gone.
"Why are they in the sky?" Harry tried hard to see clearly through his glasses, "This will expose himself - I mean, Dad said that mutants should not show their abilities in front of other people at will."
"They will die if they don't fly." Her voice was colder than before. Her yellow-blue eyes stared coldly at the door number of the black club in front of her, "I think we should go in - after all, we can't fly. .”
"Will he die? Why?" Harry asked.
"...because this is a hell for mutants." Eric said softly, "Don't be dazed. I'll ask the question later. Follow us closely and don't run around, Harry, or your father will tear us apart first and then ruthlessly Take you back into my arms.”
Harry blushed and quickened his pace to follow them - in front of two adults, he always felt stupid and terrifyingly stupid.
"So that's really him?" said.
"Look at those wings, there's no doubt about it." Erik took out an ID and waved it to the security guard, while Harry used his ability to make the tall security guard think they were three ordinary infield guests. This process was easy, and they were Taken all the way to the inside.
"Why do we have to go inside?" Harry had been warned not to speak in other people's heads easily, so he could only ask softly, "They are obviously in the sky!"
"But that's not high, and it's not concealed enough. And they are all very young, and there is still a long way to go before they can completely control their own abilities." Erik obviously has a lot of experience in this, but his face is not very good-looking, "Not everyone They can control their abilities well at a young age, and their ability to use them is more like an instinct, which cannot be suppressed or controlled. They don't know when they will lose control or even fail."
"It's just like you will freeze yourself in mid-air when you accidentally fall from a height, or glass and vases will break by themselves when you are angry." While walking elegantly on black stilettos, he added, "It happens a lot. It can only bring you disaster, not life."
Her metaphor is very vivid, and Harry can easily imagine what it feels like - you feel that you have no way out, you are almost desperate, and a bleak ending or bad things are around the corner, and as these emotions surge What came up was a strange force.
It responds to you, it helps you, it saves your life.
"...But I love my abilities and my magic as a wizard," Harry said softly, "I love them, even if they once gave me..." He tried to find some words, "Some former friends gave them to Scared away.”
That is his thing, something that has been with him since the beginning, and will never abandon his own thing. It is like the most loyal friend, who will accompany him for a lifetime and help him a lot.
The ability to be a mutant - that was Harry's favorite thing, bar none.
After hearing what the boy said, both Eric and himself couldn't help but give him a smile.
"Goodboy." He touched his head and said, "This is what he looks like - this is what he looks like."
Erik even sighed a little in his heart. He felt that at this time, he suddenly became old and philosophical - this is not like him, this is Charles's style.
"There are many mutants in the world," he said in German in a voice that Harry couldn't hear, but he knew he could understand it. "Most of them are already in their twenties and thirties, and their love for their abilities has nothing to do with their love for their abilities. In terms of their understanding of the most basic things about their own existence, most of them are not even as good as a boy who is just eleven years old."
"Children are sometimes saints, the perfect kind. You have to admit it, Erik." She also answered him in German. The blond beauty seemed to be looking for interesting things. Her eyes were charming, but her eyes were cold. "Charles was the same way back then. so."
"That's why Harry is his son." Eric ended the topic with this sentence, and he switched back to English, "Harry, search here...try to feel the thinking of the people here, and find two people who should be together. Mutant."
Harry was trying to open his eyes wide and look around when he tapped him on the shoulder. It’s not his fault. Ever since he became conscious, he has lived in a warm and bright place. Even if it is dark, Charles will leave a small lamp beside his bed. The corridor of Xavier’s house is always dimly lit. Just because there is a pair of 'old, weak, sick and disabled' living here.
But it was still bright and warm, and Harry's school was the best in the area. There were no gangsters or gangsters. Harry had never seen any of these. His life so far had only some very bright things. , rather than those things that make people unable to open their mouths.
And look here? Inside this deliberately dimly lit building, the ceiling and walls are almost completely black. The marble on the ground can always reflect the bottom of a woman's skirt. The laughter and shouts are almost blended into one. Not only that, the place is also filled with smoke. The place was full of alcohol, and there were women wearing heavy makeup and men using foul language everywhere. Fierceness and fierceness were almost engraved in the bones of this group of people, and they were always roaring at Harry, who had an open mind, "Kick this bitch/bastard to pieces." Blood flow' this violent thought.
This is simply...simply...
Harry immediately turned red, and the two emotions of shame and impatience suddenly appeared on his face.
"...Oh no," remembering the first time Charles walked into the bar, she immediately frowned, "No, Harry, close your mind, right now." After saying that, she glared at Erik, "What do you want? Tell him to go back with all his mental pollution? My brother will tear you apart, have you forgotten?"
"I forgot." Erik was glared at by her and immediately realized his mistake. He lowered his head and said quickly to Harry, "I'm sorry. You don't have to force yourself. Close your brain first, Harry."
"...But I have found it." The boy's voice was as low as a mosquito. "Over there -" he pointed to the back door, "over there, their thoughts are easier to find than ordinary people. Um, I mean, they They seem to be stronger than ordinary people, well, in short, they are struggling because the person in charge here wants to separate them."
"Them?" Erik asked, "Who is the other one?"
"I don't know, I can't see their memories, but he looks a little bit, well, I can't see clearly. Maybe I saw it wrong." Harry shook his head in embarrassment, asking him to say, can he see it? These two people are lucky wherever they are, "I'm sorry, I can't do it."
"This has exceeded our expectations, Harry, you did a great job." She knelt down and stroked his face to comfort him.
"I saw it! He looks a lot like your aunt!" At this moment, Harry's eyes widened in surprise. He had just tried to put his spirit on someone else. With someone else's eyes, he saw it up close. He came to more, although it only lasted a few seconds due to ability issues, "That... is a blue-skinned boy with yellow eyes. He looks... very similar to you! He also has a pointed tail and a pointed head. , like the kind of demons in fairy tales.”
He and Erik looked at each other, and both saw the shock in the other's eyes.
At this time, there was a deafening sound, and the entire infield suddenly seemed like boiling water. The atmosphere was on fire. Harry saw that everyone, including the men who were sitting next to the bar and touching the women's thighs, put down their hands. The wine and the beauty ran towards the place in the center that looked like a steel cage.
"That's the gladiatorial arena. Gambling games are often held in places like this." After a pause, "Do you know about boxing betting?"
"...I know." Harry said with a difficult expression, "I've seen it in movies."
"Thank you for the rich entertainment activities. Then, this is boxing gambling." He held the boy in his arms and did not look around, "Do you know why those two mutants were arrested?"
"...I think I should understand." Harry looked at the boy with a pair of white wings on his back, who looked about fourteen years old, being pushed into the place surrounded by a steel net, and felt a terrible cold in his heart. , "Aren't we going to save him?"
"Now is not the time, we haven't figured out the situation yet." Erik's deep voice was like a subwoofer, heavy and dull, "Be patient, Harry, rushing up without knowing anything is the stupidest thing to do. .”
Harry stared at the boy and saw him being pushed into the center of the arena and being watched by a group of shouting people like a vicious dog watching a duel. He felt uncomfortable as if he was in the middle.
What's that feeling like? Shame, anger, or powerlessness?
Opposite the shirtless boy was a guy who was even stronger than him. There were strange lines and textures all over his body, and mucus was hanging from his mouth. He looked disgusting.
Harry knew that this was also a mutant, and couldn't help but start to worry - this adult mutant seemed to be very strong, so strong that he might be able to tear his little opponent into pieces.
But the ending was unexpected - the disgusting man who the host said had experienced hundreds of battles and had at least several consecutive victories couldn't cope with the boy who could fly and was agile. The boy seemed to have a certain amount of fighting skills. Basically, his power is not necessarily the best, and he is not a fully mature mutant, but when he scratched the man's face with the sharp bone spurs on his wings at the critical moment and stabbed him into his chest, Harry realized The 'potential' thing in him is huge.
He doesn't know much about fighting, but there is a difference between having talent and not having talent. This is what he was taught - a person who has experienced many battles cannot beat a novice, which is no better than someone who has studied piano for several years. The same is true for people who have been pregnant for three months. There does seem to be an initial difference in some things, such as IQ and talent.
"He has huge potential. No wonder his father's place can't contain him." Sure enough, Harry heard this. For me, this can be said to be a compliment.
"...Wait, there is another person. Where is he?" Harry suddenly remembered this incident while watching the man who was said to be the son of a wealthy entrepreneur wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth and fixating his gaze in one direction. Thing, "Why is there only one guy on the field?"
"Maybe they were separated on purpose," Erik said several possibilities without even thinking. "Maybe the other one is the next opponent of this one, or maybe the reason why this one fights is to find a chance to save his life." Next one.”
"You really sound like Charles, you know?" She glanced at him a little surprised, "Fighting to protect someone, this is what he would say."
"Maybe." Erik crossed his arms, meaning he didn't understand.
Harry looked at him. At this time, Erik didn't look like the 'Nina's father' he knew. He seemed to be a person with two lives, one with Nina and Charles, warm and cozy, and the other seemed to have nothing. , so here, he looks serious and scary, and it makes Harry a little nervous when he laughs.
"I...I'll search for the remaining one." Harry put his hand in front of his forehead and concentrated, "Well...it doesn't seem to be far from here, but he is locked up...he is very weak, no, he is sick. Got it!"
Why didn't I take my medicine kit with me? ! Harry thought with a little regret, his hand unconsciously touching the wand in his sleeve, and all kinds of strange spells he had tried this afternoon were swirling in his mind, but none of them could cure colds.
...I must learn potions well!
The eleven-year-old boy instantly made an extremely firm determination.
Of course, at this time, he still didn’t know how aggrieved he would need to be to treat himself in order to achieve this goal, just because his biological father was a big bastard, and this big bastard bullied the big bastard’s own son’s potion teacher.
Sometimes it is really important to be kind to others.
