, wonderful and free of pop-ups! When Charles carefully read the letter in his hand for the third time, he was finally satisfied. So he raised his head, looked at the window, and shouted to the students below who were almost like a group of demons dancing: "Children—— Come up and share the snacks! Harry sent some snacks from the wizarding world!"
So the students below, who could almost be said to be having a group fight, cheered all of a sudden.
"...I can guarantee that," standing up with the help of Rogue who was completely standing by, logan felt that even if he was an alloy skeleton, it would fall apart now, "you are not angry at all that I forgot to take out the letter—— You’re just looking for a fight,” he muttered, “You bastard—hey, can someone give me a cigarette...hiss!”
The black-haired girl withdrew her hand from squeezing his arm and said with a serious look on her face: "I told you last time - don't smoke when you get angry, logan!"
"Rogue, my good girl," Logan patted his ward on the head, "You don't understand, if you don't smoke or drink, you are hardly a man - this is a treatment method that belongs to men."
"Oh, really, so you have a more respectable reason now?" Rogue was not moved at all. She was inexplicably picked up by this old man when she was still young, and then thrown here inexplicably. Study, not afraid of him at all, and not at all fooled by his few words, just pulled him towards the castle, "That's not what you said last time - hurry up, Logan, if I don't get Harry The magic snacks sent back, then this is all your fault." The little girl said angrily.
She shook her hand threateningly: "You don't want me to take off my gloves before passing you a drink, do you?"
"I'm so sad about this," said the old man who loves wine. "You know I even brought you a skirt as a gift, girl."
"Shut up and hurry up." Rogue pulled him and walked quickly.
When they walked to the door, rogue lowered his head and let out a scream. Logan was startled by her. Just when he was about to ask if there was another intruder, three steel claws just showed their tips from the back of his hand. A chocolate-colored frog jumped happily from the little girl's feet.
"Rogue, grab my chocolate!" Several people rushed out of the corridor on the other side of the hall.
"It has jumped so far on the ground and you are still going to eat it?!" Rogue asked John in disbelief, "Wait a minute, you said this is chocolate?"
"Yes, we have seen it before, but we didn't buy it because we didn't quite understand the meaning on the package." Bobby was always the one who followed John to clean up the mess. He said out of breath, "I didn't expect Harry to do this. I sent so many back for the first time——"
"I think he must have robbed the snack cart on the train -" John ran to the yard to catch frogs, "-come and help me, I want to see how long this thing can jump!"
"……WTF?"
Logan felt that he was really not that old, so he couldn't understand what he heard. He pointed at the frog jumping in the yard and said, "You said that's chocolate?"
"Yes," Bobby said, "So Rogue, I think you'd better not go in now - the restaurant is full of escaped chocolate frogs..."
His expression was very embarrassing, and Rogue's face was extremely ugly. Logan naturally knew why - his little girl was extremely afraid of this thing. Even if it was a sweet thing like chocolate, it was probably in her eyes. Li is still a frog.
Rogue's face turned pale: "...call me after you finish solving it, and more! Leave me some other less exciting things!"
After saying that, she ran upstairs, fearing that if she was too late, she would be scared out of her wits by the chocolate frog.
"...It's strange. Why didn't I think she was so timid when I asked her to shoot someone?" Logan shook his head and sighed in disbelief, "Girls."
After saying that, he patted Bobby on the shoulder, moved a bit, and felt that his wound was almost healed, so he rushed to the restaurant.
As expected, the place was full of traces of chocolate frogs, and the sound of frogs was endless. It was originally very boring in logon's memory. Even the place where wine bottles were once piled up now seemed to be a chaotic pond, and the floor was full of jumping frogs. There were chocolate-colored things lying on the TV, good fruits were knocked over by frogs on the floor, and disgusting things were also lying on the artistic floor-to-ceiling windows.
The girls were excitedly screaming and giving instructions on the chairs. The boys were grabbing chocolate frogs everywhere. Of course, there were some with special abilities. They were leisurely grabbing the chocolate frogs that had not escaped and stuffing them into their mouths. For example, the bravest ones had the most abilities. Jean, after fixing the box with telekinesis, easily picked up the immobile chocolate frog, stuffed it into her mouth, and commented:
"Chocolate is good when it doesn't taste good," said the red-haired girl.
She just sat on the chair, calm and calm. She looked so bold among a group of screaming girls. Logan thought she was a victorious female general or something, sitting on her throne. , what he was chewing was not the chocolate frog with its legs still moving, but the flesh and blood of the enemy.
She was such a hot girl, and she was even more beautiful. Unfortunately, Logan knew that it would be at least a few years later - Charles would kill him, so he attacked underage girls for his sake.
"No, I wanted to kill you just now, Logan," Charles turned from the other side of the sofa, smiled and opened his arms, "Long time no see, why don't you give me a hug?"
"...Do you know how unconvincing these words are? Well? After you ordered your students to rush in and beat me?" Logan spread his hands, "Come on, tell me, what happened, why did you Come back to live again? Also, you sent your son to study in England?"
"This is not like what you did" was clearly written on his face in bold and bold words, which made Charles couldn't help but laugh: "No, I didn't 'send' him, Logan, it was the school over there in the UK who took the initiative." He recruited him and begged me to allow my son to go.”
"What?" Logan opened his eyes wide and looked at Charles up and down, "So your son is a genius and was admitted to Cambridge University in advance or something? He finally lived up to your expectations and surpassed your achievements? What else will you do? Why let him go to a place with a five-hour time difference?"
"No, Logan, no, believe me, this is not what I want at all," Charles said, "But the kid said he had to go." His voice sounded melancholy and moved, and Logan felt that he would He was about to cry, "He did it all for me."
"Charles," Erik came down from upstairs and had to stop his emotion, "your son is going to school - don't make it sound like he is going to be a hostage or join the army on your behalf." His eyes were on logan. He glanced over and said hello coldly: "Logan."
Logan grinned at him.
"Isn't it?" Sean said with a bulging chocolate in his mouth, "——I mean, that dark old man doesn't seem to be a good person. Harry might be targeted everywhere if he goes there!"
Alex slapped him on the back of the head again: "——That's nonsense. If that's the case, why do they want Harry to study? Just to target him?"
Logan picked up the colorful jelly beans scattered on the table and played with them, and said casually: "Where did you send him? What the hell kind of school sells jumping chocolate frogs? That thing is still there It can scream, can it really be eaten?"
"Magic school." Logan heard a young voice speaking behind him, so he turned around and saw the young boy who had just led everyone to beat him, with eyes that could emit laser light, "otherwise, how could there be such a thing? This magical little snack? Don’t you think it’s the result of science?”
Logan raised his eyebrows at the tugging young man: "Magic? Are you—no matter what your name is—still awake?"
"Why don't you take a bite of the jelly beans in your hand," the young man shrugged. "I wish you a good taste."
"He is my younger brother." Alex stood aside and added to him, "He just entered the academy this year."
Logan glanced at him: "You have a younger brother? Why haven't you heard of him before?"
He snorted to show that he was still here, and Alex said nonchalantly: "I rarely go home - and I didn't know that he was also a mutant." He put his arm around his brother's shoulders and looked at him with a smile, "So... I heard that his eyes glowed with destruction and death, so I happily picked him up."
Logan looked up and down: "You said he just entered school this year? He doesn't look like a freshman - don't think I don't remember. If it hadn't been for him, I wouldn't have had to lose."
Alex said proudly and proudly: "That only proves that you are good at it, old wolf."
"Come on rs, I just think they are still children-"
"You can try again next time," he said provocatively as he hated hearing such words, "treat us as adults - and see if you lose."
——Don’t think I don’t know what you were thinking just now.
"Always waiting," Logan sneered, disapprovingly, and turned to Charles, "Do you have any wine?"
Charles spread his hands at him regretfully: "I drank them all not long ago."
"...Sooner or later, that woman will find that her figure can't even change." Logan threw the jelly beans into his mouth bitterly, and then the facial features on his face were all wet because of its sweet, salty and greasy taste. Kuai was entangled with the stubble, "What the hell--"
"Bibi's multi-flavor beans - a specialty brought back by my son. By the way, yours looks like butter." Charles said happily and handed over a card from Chocolate Frog. Inside, a bearded old man The tall wizard was sleeping, "And he is not going to college. Logan, I can solemnly inform you of one thing now - there is an additional item in my son's race. We only found out this year that he is a wizard, so he I went to the magic school to study. By the way, if you come back earlier, maybe you can witness the world of magic with us."
"...Wizard? Just use a pot to boil magic potions?" Logan looked confused.
"Yes." Charles nodded.
"That thing flying in the sky on a broomstick?" Logan asked again.
"Yes. But Harry forbids us from buying him a broom." Sean interjected.
"The kind that takes a broken stick - it seems to be called a magic wand - and turns people into anything?" Logan asked again without giving up.
Then a stream of water poured on his head. He looked over expressionlessly, only to see a broken stick holding a broken stick, with water still coming out of the stick head, and the person holding it looked superior.
"Are you talking about this?" He was proud that his spells were effective even if he recited them so quietly, and put away the children's wand. "Yes, this is the wand - a wizard's exclusive equipment."
…………
The reason why Hogwarts' castle has more than two hundred stairs is because of its hugeness and grandeur.
However, this also creates a problem.
"...Where does this place come from?"
When Harry was almost dragged away by him and died, he made such a devastating statement.
"...You didn't figure out where the road was to W, so you just dragged me away?"
Harry sighed.
The blond boy rolled his eyes: "Who wants to go to your dormitory? There are a group of girls there. My mother said that the most unreliable thing in the world is a girl's mouth."
"Nonsense," Harry really wanted to roll his eyes at him, "Senior sisters are all good people."
"Come this way!" After looking at the corridor, he continued to hold Harry's hand and walked to the left with a serious face, "This is not a matter of good people and bad people, you idiot!"
Harry said a little strangely: "Why are you so serious?"
The platinum boy didn't answer his words, and trotted down the dim corridor to the end, then followed the stairs and turned around. When he found a place with no portraits, carvings, or armor, both of them had exhausted their physical strength. Not much left.
"Listen! Harry!" He used the most serious and uneasy expression Harry had ever seen to reflect the importance of his words, "You have to tell me - you really came in after talking to the snake at the door of our dormitory. ?Tell the truth!"
"What do you need to ask?" Harry felt even more strange, "The eagle in front of dormitory W can also talk? Why should I lie?"
"That's because its maker gave him the ability to speak English!" He grabbed Harry's collar with both hands and stared at him with gray-blue eyes, pointing out the problem to the point, "Slytherin snakes can't speak. Words! Either you are lying to me——"
"," Harry held his hand, feeling that he was too excited, "Why should I lie to you?"
"Who knows! Maybe you just think talking to snakes is cool?" He couldn't help his voice getting louder and louder, "You really don't realize the seriousness of the problem, right?"
"Nina's friends are all animals," Harry couldn't help but smile softly when he thought of Nina, "She can also talk to animals."
He froze for a moment: "...Are you serious?"
"Really, look," Harry pointed to the pearl brooch on his chest, "This is the pearl she got after bargaining with a Mr. Clam. Isn't it beautiful?"
"...Are you brother and sister?" He felt that his own head was going to be turned into mud by Harry, "But she is not your little girlfriend——"
"I told you she's not my little girlfriend." Harry said helplessly, "She's not my sister either. We don't look alike. Have you noticed that Uncle Erik who came with my father is her father——"
"...I'm so mad at you!" He slapped his forehead and realized that the person in front of him would not have a biological sister. "Then she is a wizard."
"Eh, is she?" Harry was stunned for a moment, but then he understood the meaning, "Oh, no, you are mistaken - this is her, uh, one of our abilities, ahem, don't tell Others, in short, she can talk to animals because it is her natural ability, not because she is a wizard!"
"...You know, no wizard can talk to animals as he pleases, unless he uses potions or spells." He said with a blank face, "How did you do it?"
"..." Harry scratched his head in distress. He couldn't say that this was a special ability brought by mutated genes. He couldn't understand it. "Anyway - I can talk to snakes probably because I'm wearing this," he Pointing to the pearl brooch on his chest, "It allows me to communicate with animals like Nina. But W's eagle and Slytherin's snake both speak English? I shouldn't have the ability to activate them?"
"That's the problem!" He almost roared at him, his face was very strange, nervousness, worry and disbelief mixed into struggle, "Those snakes - I swear, they don't speak English! They just They will hiss! When I enter the cellar, they will just coil up on the wall. If I don't tell the password, they don't even bother to move!"
"...I'm sure I'm speaking English? Nina can only communicate with animals in English," Harry asked confusedly, "Is it possible that you made a mistake - I'm sure they speak English, and I also Speaks in English…”
He simply took out the Slytherin badge from his pocket, slapped it on Harry's chest, and said to him in a commanding tone: "Assume it is a real snake - and then speak to it!"
Harry was speechless. For a person who is unwilling to change his mind no matter what, it seems that only practice can lead to the correct conclusion. And the worst part is, both he and I think so.
He sighed, holding the brooch, imagining that the snake drawn on it was a living snake, then took a deep breath and opened his mouth.
…
"Why haven't you come back yet? Did he send r to Gryffindor?"
Sitting next to the fireplace with Pansy, who was the same age, using a wand to adjust the heating fire inside, the little black-haired girl was shivering from the cold and unwilling to go to bed, so she could only complain, "Isn't it just--"
"Shh." The chocolate-colored boy sitting opposite him pretended to be mysterious, "——Maybe he was just looking for information."
"Oh come on, Bise," Pansy said impatiently, "r is a w, not a slytherin. If he can really-" she paused, "he will definitely be thrown into the cellar instead of living in the tower! What's more, the R family has never been married to the Slytherin bloodline. Which one of you and I has less of those pedigrees?"
At this time, the cellar door opened silently, and the platinum-blond boy walked in from the outside with his head held high.
"...malfoy is back."
Someone stood up and spoke calmly.
"Welcome back," Pansy immediately stood up and greeted her enthusiastically, "You weren't caught by the professor, were you?"
"Of course not," he looked around calmly, and then said in disgust, "Why haven't you guys gone to bed yet? What's going on - I think the lounge is almost full."
"How is Xavier?" Bise pushed the book in front of him with a smile, "Did you send him back properly?"
"...This fool mistakenly drank a bottle of language potion for a cold potion today," he said seemingly indifferently, "I must say that W's potion was placed in a really messy way. I watched him drink the antidote. I just came back—I’m sorry, why are you all looking at me together?”
People who drink the language potion can temporarily communicate with any living creature, including foreigners and animals. It is a very rare potion, but it is not impossible to find it on the market...
Some seniors breathed a sigh of relief, okay, this is an accident, and after thinking about it, this is the only answer. Feeling that they were making too much fuss, they packed up their things and stood up, indicating that they were going to bed. However, someone reminded the first-year students:
"You have to be prepared - the battle for the top position among the freshmen will be tomorrow night."
He responded lazily like the others, secretly squeezing his sweaty palms, his heart beating very fast due to nervousness, he took a deep breath, and even when he closed his eyes, he could recall what he had just said to Harry. .
It didn't sound like he was saying it himself - he was a slytherin! Telling 'that thing' would actually be beneficial to him! But he still decided to hide this matter in a second, and told Harry this:
"Don't tell anyone that you can speak snake language, no one, just - even if my father mentions this matter, you are not allowed to tell the truth, just pretend that you drank the wrong potion today, do you hear me! "
...Actually, having a Parseltongue as a friend is pretty good for his status, but.
Thinking about Harry smiling and asking him, 'What's the problem?' gave me a headache. Thinking about the soft smile he showed when he mentioned Nina, it made me even more headache. He couldn't help falling down on his bed and wailing in his mind.
——Why did Harry Xavier have such a terrifying talent as Parseltongue? ! Is Merlin blind, or has the Sorting Hat finally gone insane? !
