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As he said this, he handed the doorkeeper a pack of cigarettes, with a thick roll of tips stuffed inside, all in US dollars. She conveniently touched Harry's arm again, indicating that it was time for him to take action.
"Ahem - I heard you caught a blue-skinned freak here," Harry disguised himself as a frivolous handsome man in the eyes of others. He tried to remember the charming man in the movie who was accompanied by beautiful women. How do people, such as a certain J.B. agent, show their dignity, "My baby wants to take a look, because her time is precious," he pretended to look at his daughter with affection. Companion, trying to imagine that his aunt was not his aunt, "Can you please be a little accommodating and let us see if the stakes we have invested are worth it?"
It was very hard not to laugh when I heard the word 'my baby'.
The money came from the father of the rich second generation. The business tycoon loved his son so much that after being unable to physically rush in to see if his son had lost a feather, he provided a large amount of money. Funds, ask them to work hard.
All the problems in this world that can be solved with money are not problems——
——So when another "tip" of several hundred dollars was stuffed in, and Harry used his ability to make the people in front of him think that this blond beauty was the only daughter of a certain company, the more upscale person in charge was shocked. , their answer ultimately was 'Yes, of course, my noble lady. '
"I really don't understand," he texted Eric quietly as he walked towards the special door, "Why can't the damn rich people get in to a place that can be bought with money?"
"How loose do you think the rules of the 'circle' are? They are strict and suspicious, and this is just a newly opened branch." Erik sat at the bar, looking at the 'angels' who had started the next round, and quickly He replied to the text message, "They cannot bear the wrath of powerful mutants."
"Such as you."
"Yes, like me."
After a while, no more text messages came, but Charles sent him a text message:
"How is my son?"
"With his pretty aunt on his arm and the face of a handsome man, he went in to check on the second mutant child we saw tonight."
"You mean you bought one and got one free?"
"Yes, I found an angel with wings on his back and gave me a blue-skinned demon with a pointed triangular tail."
"A fantastic combination. One more question, how is my son?"
"You've performed well and have great potential, and you should be proud of it - so don't be more nagging than an old lady, Charles."
"Thank God. The first second he went out, I started to worry whether he would be scared. My hands and feet were cold because of worry. It was only now that my hands became warm."
"I'm sure it's because you're too lazy to pour yourself a cup of hot tea."
"You're right - so I'm going to have tea now, Erik."
"Leave a few drinks for us when we get back."
"Okay, erik."
When Erik put his cell phone back into his pants pocket, another sound of victory rang out. People started cheering wildly and jeered. The young 'angel' was obviously ignorant. When he took the opportunity to quickly When he wanted to tear open the iron wall with his wings, the high-voltage electric attack caused him to fall from the sky.
Eric frowned and had to take out his phone again, intending to ask how it went, but the phone started vibrating violently before him, with five exclamation marks on it to show her anger.
"harry disappeared with that boy!!!!!"
Erik was shocked by this thrilling line of words. At the same time, an ominous premonition swept over his perception. He subconsciously ran towards the arena. The bartender was about to ask him for a tip, but he impatiently slapped him. A face full of money.
God seemed to think that this situation was not thrilling enough, or that it was not shocking enough to Magneto's heart. The next second he arrived, a puff of blue-black smoke appeared at the door of the arena, and then a blue A black-haired boy with skin, yellow eyes and a tail appeared with a boy!
Erik's heart almost jumped out of his chest at that moment - the boy had black hair, green eyes, and ugly round glasses. That was obviously Harry!
The boy didn't know why he took off his disguise, with a very confused expression on his face, but Erik knew that this was not the point. Someone in the crowd had already noticed the two children who suddenly appeared, and he had to make a decision. He stretched out his hand toward the arena, and with a thought, the metal high-voltage power grid was torn open as easily as a net bag, and panic and panic immediately broke out in the crowd.
“OH MY GOD!!!”
"Oh no no no, no no no no!!! Who did it!"
"Damn it, what will happen to the money I bet!!!"
As if all this was not chaotic enough, there was a click, all the lights began to flash, and the high-voltage power grid continued to erupt with sparks. Those who were still thinking about the gambling finally began to swarm to a safe place.
The blond boy who had been in the arena finally took this opportunity to escape from the guards who kept shooting at him, and tore open the power grid leading to the outside, which had been cut off. His blue eyes quickly found the blue-skinned mutant boy who was moving in a certain direction. His white wings suddenly spread out and accelerated, rushing towards there.
"harry!"
Erik heard the exclamation as she rushed towards the children. Her eyes widened and she grabbed her hands in the air. The blue smoke and the smell of sulfur had not yet dissipated. The boys disappeared, leaving no one behind. , this familiar scene finally awakened some memories of Erik.
That blue-skinned boy must have the ability to teleport, just like his old subordinates in the past!
"Damn it!" he shouted, "They're outside!" After saying that, he ran towards the door.
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Harry Erik Xavier's thinking is completely chaotic.
——I swear to God, I took off my disguise and approached the cage with the door open just to shake hands with that boy! And he looks like he's running a fever, which I really didn't mean to do! ! I didn't know his ability was teleportation! ! !
He slapped himself in the face and suddenly realized that he had made a very stupid mistake and forgot a warning that Hank had taught him when he was five years old.
——Never get close to a sick mutant whose abilities are not yet stable, because no one knows when his abilities will suddenly explode, such as now.
The blue-skinned boy who was about to lose consciousness due to a high fever was locked up like a wild animal, lifeless. However, he just glanced at the child who said "Hello" to him, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw. Holding Harry's hand, he whispered softly: "Save him, save him quickly, save the angel, he will die, oh God..."
Then, he took Harry and moved away with a bang.
Angrily and shocked, Tu Liu kicked off his high heels on the spot, knocked out all the guards and rushed back to the infield.
Wait, wait, then, why am I in heaven again now?
When Harry came back to his senses after a long period of regret, he was startled by the scene before his eyes - the dark night, the high sky, the lights of high-rise buildings became as small as the light of fireflies, and the night wind of New York moved against the current. The shapes kept impacting them, and Harry felt that they were simply crumbling.
But there is no doubt that all is left in the past, the sound of bullets and unreasonable cages, and unnecessary cannibalism.
"……where are we going?"
He moved his eyes that were looking down to the top, looking at the person holding a person in one hand. While shivering in the cold wind and asking questions, he spontaneously took off his scarf and gave it to his upper body, becoming a porter. Blond boy.
"Anywhere, I'm not going back to that damn place anyway," the blond angel cursed and said sarcastically, "So you finally came to your senses? Now you should be able to explain your purpose - whether you are arresting someone or not." "Because this troublemaker appears," he glanced at his blue-skinned companion, "I won't throw you away for the time being, but if your explanation doesn't satisfy me, I will still throw you away."
"I'm here to help you!" The boy who was younger than the angel tried to make his words clearer and more convincing in the night wind, "I...I want to help him! He said he wanted to save you, and I was brought here by him before I did anything, and taken away by you again! We should go down now, my family is still waiting for me!"
"And then expose our position completely? Don't be stupid." The blond boy said decisively, not caring that Harry was younger than him, "Why do you want to help us? You have no reason or obligation, and you see He was less than ten years old when he went up, which is very unconvincing."
Harry was poked in a sore spot and shouted angrily: "I'm eleven years old! Eleven years old! Besides, I'm also a mutant. Why don't mutants help mutants!"
"Bring some evidence." He said coldly, almost shouting, "Otherwise I will throw you down."
Harry could hear the exhaustion and impatience in his voice, and knew that he was probably not in a good mood, so he took advantage of his unconsciousness and pulled out a feather from his wing.
"Oh! What are you doing-" Just as he was about to get angry, his eyes widened.
Harry pushed himself gently, and he quickly fell into the wind. The boy inevitably let out a ridiculous scream out of fear, but soon, white wings quickly spread out on his back - than His own pair was smaller, newer, and more beautiful, but there was no doubt that it was indeed a pair of white wings, the same kind as his own.
Harry couldn't help but let out a cry of pain - the feeling of growing wings was really not good, it was itchy and painful, and the skeleton quickly grew into another pile of non-human bones in a few seconds. The pair of wings could not even fly until they were filled with blood. , after fanning a few times, Harry had to use his usual method - using telekinesis (and maybe magic power) to barely fix himself in the air.
His flying was really not very good, it was crooked and he looked like he would be blown down by the wind in a moment.
"Is this your ability?" asked.
"Yes, this is my ability." Harry answered simply.
"You must be very tired. How about holding him for me?"
Trying to suppress the extreme fear that he had just bungee jumping - because this was really exciting - Harry reached out his hand tremblingly, "You can go to my house! Your father contacted my father, so I knew where you were - My family is also a mutant, our whole family is a mutant, and my dad opened a mutant school, you can take him back with us!"
"No," he stopped flying and held his companion's hand tighter. He looked at the boy who was smaller than him warily, "You can't hold him - I'm not tired." He said harshly, " Who is your father?"
"Please, this is not the point. We have to hurry up - I think we should go down first, you and I can't fly for that long..." Harry felt that he must not be able to win his trust now, but his He never took his attention away from the feverish boy, "And he has a fever! If the fever continues like this, his illness will become more serious!"
The blond angel looked at the blue-skinned boy in his arms, finally shut up and compromised.
"Tell me the direction and fold your wings," he said to Harry. "If you fly with wings without any experience, you will fall to pieces."
"...Um, so we can go down, right?" Harry said.
He replied fiercely with a 'yes', and then...
Then he finally couldn't hold on any longer, his wings sagged weakly, and he fell with him.
Harry was almost frightened and had a heart attack - since there was a man-made lake below them and he didn't take Bobby's belongings with him when he went out, he had no choice but to fly towards the two missing people while trying to mobilize all the abilities he could.
"What did I say!" When he could hug them, he could no longer get angry. "You are almost fifteen and I am only eleven, but you don't understand the situation better than me! What's the point of showing off? ?And why don’t you trust me!”
"...I'm sorry." After about three seconds of silence, the expression on his face was contorted with pain, "Do you have a bandage?"
"Why do I need to wear a bandage when I go out?!" Harry yelled back angrily.
He replied coldly: "Because I was shot twice in the back."
harry:………………
Dad, I want to go home, I really do.
The eleven-year-old boy wailed feebly in his heart.
He had no choice but to put his fingers against his temples and try to see if he could contact Charles.
…
In fact, the feeling of flying is really wonderful, but when he sets foot on land, especially when he steps into the door of his home, Harry still feels that, at least this night, he can only feel at ease if he has his feet on the ground.
"Thank you two for your abilities, teleportation and flying... it's so convenient." Harry sighed, landed in the yard, and put the two people he was dragging on the ground.
But the storm has not actually passed for him.
When he stepped into the door of Xavier's house, he saw that the garden was almost brightly lit. He was almost frightened to see the red-haired and blue-skinned man rushing towards him menacingly, and then hugged himself, and then like a storm The kiss fell on his face.
Although her beautiful blue scales were always cold, Harry could still feel its warmth when her tears fell.
"How dare you...how dare you not contact us immediately, contact Charles!" Let go of the boy and hold his head with both hands, "How old do you think you are? How dare you fly with them in New York City? Up in the sky? Oh my God, my God, you even disappeared right in front of my eyes like that! Let me see you, let me check, are you hurt, baby, are you hurting anywhere?”
"I'm sorry, I'm really..." Harry looked at his aunt, his anger suddenly dissipated, he lowered his head and said seriously, "I'm really sorry for making you worry. , aunt-where is dad? We still need Hank, one of them was hit by two bullets, and the other is having a fever..."
"And you dragged them all back by yourself?"
He led a group of students running around and surrounded them. He himself looked at Harry in surprise, "How cool."
The girls were not as relieved as he was. Jean put a warm blanket on the boy, his eyes were red, and he did not speak. Y held Harry and kept crying. He was obviously frightened. Rogue looked at the two mutants next to him with dissatisfied eyes. Wandering: "He snatched your scarf? Did they bully you?"
The teenage girl stood with her hands on her hips and glared, with the aura about her that she could suck them dry completely if Harry nodded yes or shed a tear.
"No, no, no," Harry shook his head hurriedly, "I put it on him! They didn't bully me either! It's just...it takes a while to convince him. He's really stubborn."
"I can't believe the professor just asked you to go on a mission like this," Bobby knelt down and asked John to light a fire in his hand to warm Harry. He was still wearing pajamas, and he still felt that he must not have woken up, "You are only ten One year old! We didn't even hear a word about the mission! And now you're back alone with two mutants in tow?!"
"That's a bad sentence." John said.
"Shut up!" Bobby turned around and glared at him.
John pushed Bobby aside: "What do you think I turn that bastard's wings into roasted wings now? I heard that he is the source of everything."
"Um...where's dad?" Seeing that the atmosphere seemed to have turned into a condemnation meeting, Harry quickly asked, "And Uncle Eric? Where are they?"
"Your dad got so angry at Erik, and then he kept waiting by the window for you to come back, and now he just can't run fast enough." He wiped his face, arranged his hair again, and blamed Harry, "You scared your dad so much - why didn't you tell Charles as soon as he was transferred? Your telepathy can obviously be done! Then we can fly a plane to pick you up."
Harry opened his mouth wide, feeling that he was the one who was frightened: "Do we really have a plane?"
"Of course, dear." Charles glided over in a wheelchair, and he finally appeared behind him. He looked physically and mentally exhausted, with reddish eye circles and bloodshot eyes. When he reached out to Harry, the latter regretted it almost immediately.
How could he make his father so sad?
Harry immediately jumped into Charles's arms and hugged him tightly. When his head touched Charles' soft and warm sweater, Harry realized how much he regretted it.
Very regretful.
"I'm sorry," he said, "I... I just think I can do a good job. I don't need to trouble you, and you will be worried if you know..."
"Baby, it's not your fault," Charles gently raised his son's head. When he saw his son's wind-dried face and scratched wounds, he clearly felt a throbbing pain in his heart.
He felt sorry for his son, and he wanted to sternly rebuke the boy immediately, and he wanted to hold him in his arms and say that everything was over and we would never do this again. But there is no doubt that he cannot. Harry was very brave tonight, unexpectedly brave, and what he needed was appreciation rather than lessons, so that the natural courage in the boy's heart would not be suppressed by adults.
"What you did today was very brave... and very sensible... It's good that you spontaneously wanted to help others, Harry. You don't have to regret or feel sad. You make me very proud, son." He finally chose to say so.
Charles looked at his son's green eyes, gently straightened his messy hair, and smiled slightly: "In that case, when only you can act among the three people, you can still persuade and persuade him." They all brought it back... I'm really, really proud of you. I can say that no one could have done what you did at the age of eleven. You're amazing, son."
The surrounding students clapped together, the boys couldn't help but cast envious glances, and every girl came over and kissed Harry on the cheek, as if he was a hero returning from the war.
Harry looked at Charles's smile and listened to those complimentary words, and felt a little better.
"...but I still made a mistake." He admitted his mistake in an embarrassed low voice, "I was too subjective and too unwary. I actually had a chance to fly away without being taken away. I reacted too slowly - and I I made you worry.”
"...Yes," Charles held his son in his arms again, feeling proud of him again, "I'm really, really worried about you, Harry, but at the same time, you surprised me again: Even if we all appreciate what you do so much, even if you succeed, you still look back on your mistakes."
He still had some things he didn't dare to say to Harry. For example, I couldn't imagine if you were also caught in the arena. For example, I couldn't imagine if you lost the ability to fly and fell from a high altitude. For example, I really I really hate the version of myself that walked you out a few hours ago, like I can't believe you didn't cry.
But he didn't say a word in the end. One of the millions of words Erik said was always right.
Since this child can bear more, more protection is to look down on and pamper him.
"Where is Hank?" Harry raised his head from his father's arms and turned around to see the two boys lying on the grass. "Oh my god, how could I forget - Dad, they are all injured, one is still having a fever, Medical treatment is needed, and the family members we need to notify—"
"We'll do that, Harry. Now all you have to do is take a shower, drink a cup of black tea, eat some sweet pie, talk to Nina, and finally go to my room to sleep." Charles turned the wheelchair over, Leading everyone towards the house, John, and Bobby worked together to lift up the blue-skinned boy and followed closely behind them.
"Nina hasn't slept yet?" Harry asked in surprise, "I thought she had gone to bed when I went out!"
"You have to admit that the butterflies and birds in our garden have rebelled," Charles tried to keep his tone lighter, "Nina would be the best intelligence agent if she wanted to - in short, she insisted on waiting until you go to bed. .”
Harry's guilt suddenly reached a new level - he actually asked Nina to wait for him, which was simply unforgivable.
As soon as he stepped into the castle, and just as he was about to walk to the guest room where Nina lived, he saw a little cannonball wearing furry pajamas screaming and jumping on him.
"Harry! I'm worried about you, they said you're missing!" The girl cried pitifully, and her words were unclear and not in English. Harry tried hard to identify and found that she was speaking her native language, and her crying voice broke Harry's heart. "Are you okay? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, I'm really fine, Nina," Harry smiled and switched to German - thanking his father for teaching him the language - in an attempt to make his words more reliable, "I'm sorry for worrying you, But I'm really fine...Well, do you want to see an angel? I learned to grow wings on my back today. This Halloween I can turn into an angel and fly with you. Do you want to try?"
"I don't want wings, I want you to be well... I left sweet milk and sugar pancakes for you," Nina looked at him without crying, "You can eat them all, dad said this will make you happy." Feel better."
She pulled Harry towards the dining table, her attitude unquestionable, and Harry felt that he might not be able to take a shower, for the time being.
"Okay, nina, thank you, I think I can't wait to try it..."
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Watching the boy and girl leaving together, as close as brothers and sisters, Charles found that his anger towards the girl's father had completely disappeared.
"Look, after I indiscriminately accused Erik of causing my child to be mentally contaminated, taken away, threatened, and forced to excessive exhaustion, Harry didn't even have any sequelae. This makes me really embarrassed."
"Shut up, Charles, this is a good thing." The blond beauty shrugged, and her mood improved a lot, "Speaking of which, I rarely see you lose your temper. The last time was ten years ago, and I haven't seen it yet. "
"Of course, that's a good thing - so it's time for me to grab a bottle of wine and make amends to the other dad, apologize for my temper and have a drink with him to relax."
"Remember you have to sleep with Harry today, Charles, don't keep him waiting for too long, let alone play chess until half past two -"
"I will."
When Charles opened the door to the study room with a bottle of wine, Erik was already sitting by the fireplace, setting up a game of chess, and half-slumped on the single sofa, looking quite decadent.
"How is he?" Before Charles could say anything, Erik asked.
"Other than being exhausted and having a dry and bruised face, everything was fine - and he brought back two other children. One was shot and one was seriously ill."
Charles pushed the wheelchair forward and raised the wine in his hand, "Have a drink? I really shouldn't have been so angry just now. I apologize."
"Why are you apologizing?" Erik raised his face and looked at him in disbelief, "I said I would take good care of your son, but I didn't do it, and now you are apologizing to me? Charles, you are so happy that Harry is back safely. Already?"
"Maybe," Charles moved to the fireplace and put the wine bottle next to the chessboard, "but it's really not your fault - everything happened too fast, and you are not omnipotent. I was very angry at the time, but in fact it was just Just taking it out on you, Erik."
"Everything is over, Charles. Thank God, your son's abilities are very useful, and the abilities of those two boys are also very useful." Erik breathed a sigh of relief. "Teleportation and flight, using them to get home is the best way." Quick - I really, really can't imagine if something happens to your son... I have Nina, I can understand you. And you know, you can always take it out on me, always." Erik whispered, his voice A bit cryptic, "But - I also know that you would never do that casually."
"...Yes. I won't. Thank you, Erik, and yes, thank God," Charles poured himself a glass of wine and raised his glass: "So, celebrate?"
"I'm happy to." The corner of Erik's mouth raised, he also went to get a glass, poured a glass of wine and clinked glasses with him.
"cheers."
"cheers."
