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"……Wow."
When Harry coughed several times and stood up from the pile of debris he had smashed, he heard the exclamation of a young man.
What's happening here?
He raised his head blankly, looking vaguely at the person in front of him despite his broken glasses... Well, he couldn't really see what the person looked like, but he could hear the other person talking.
The other party said in an exclamation tone like 'a big gift bag fell from the sky': "Hi, good afternoon? Did you fall out of the plane? Or are you just lost?"
"..." Harry wanted to shout that I don't know, but he didn't know why. He followed the other person's train of thought as soon as he opened his mouth, "Um, I'm sorry, I... I think I took the wrong path? "
At this time, there was the sound of walking on the ceiling, and a woman's loud shouting made Harry at a loss: "Peter - what did you do again? Can't you stop even for a second?"
"Oh, my mother is here," the young man said very quickly, and then Harry felt that he was picked up quickly in the blink of an eye, and then stuffed into a closet full of clothes. The speed almost made Harry feel Is there any fragment in my memory? "Can you stay for a while? We will talk later. My mother is not very accepting of this situation. You know, menopausal women are always very irritable..."
"this……"
"Shh, she's here!" The man said to Harry in a 'hush hide and seek' tone, and then closed the wardrobe hard.
——No, are you not curious at all about why I am here? Why can't I figure this out myself?
Harry was lost in thought.
Outside the closet, the young man and a middle-aged woman - his mother - were having a conversation.
"What did you do again - why is this place such a mess?"
"Oh, it's just that the ceiling fell down when I tried to run away - Mom, aren't you going out? Go quickly, I will clean up here."
The woman obviously didn't believe the young man's understatement.
"Remember what I told you all the time - even though you didn't listen."
"Just don't go out, I can do it." The young man said in an indifferent tone, "I was really just running up the ceiling out of boredom, mom."
The woman was silent for a while, as if she felt that she could not get any more truth from her son, so she said, "For dinner, you can order takeout. I will leave the money on the table." Then she walked rhythmically. The pace is out.
Harry felt a little strange - don't want to go out? What you have been told all along is not to go out? Why don't you go out?
After there was a sound outside the window and the car started and left, Harry was freed from a pile of clothes and a small space by the young man. The young man held it under his arms like a newly bought doll. He hugged him down and put him gently on the sofa. He seemed to like to talk very fast, and quickly asked him a series of questions such as, "Are you injured?" "Do you want to drink some Coke?" "Do you need some warmth?" Clothes?' I asked all kinds of questions without waiting for answers, so I started to act on my own.
He quickly checked Harry's arms and legs, opened his eyelids and looked at him like a doctor, then found a coat to wrap him up, and then poured him a glass of Coke. After doing all this, he sat down Opposite Harry, he waited expectantly for his answer.
And all of this was done in a matter of seconds. Harry didn't even notice that he had been moved out of the closet, a cup of Coke was stuffed in his hand, and a coat was wrapped around him. He couldn't keep up with the young man at all. After the young man finished asking, he blinked and asked: "Um...I'm sorry? Can you ask me again?"
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"So you are a magician." The silver-haired young man who introduced himself as Peter praised in a tone of "Oh my God, the pie is really falling." "You made some mistakes in class, so you don't know why you fell." Were you teleported here the moment you got off the broom?"
"...Well, in general, yes, you are really good at summarizing." Harry wrapped his coat tightly. Due to some provisions of wizarding laws, he decided not to correct Peter's concept of the difference between wizards and magicians.
In fact, this thing is very strange - because if he used Kurt's ability in a critical moment (the cross is always hanging around his neck), he would never be able to get here, because Kurt said that he can only move two times at a time. He generally cannot move to a place that is three kilometers away and is not within his field of vision.
What's more, I don't know why, during the process of being transported here from the sky of the school, his clothes were soaked, and there was a strange salty smell, as if he had been soaked in the sea. , he pushed aside his wet bangs, took a few breaths, and said a little guiltily, "My ability is very unstable...so, uh, I'm sorry for making a mess for you."
He wanted to take out his wand, but when he touched his pocket, he remembered that he had put it in the dormitory because he thought it was easy to lose the wand during flying lessons.
Fortunately, Harry Xavier has always been very good at repairing things.
"……Wow."
r exclaimed for the second time today, "This is really amazing - how did you do it?"
It was like going back in time. Broken objects such as a TV, a small piece of wood from the ceiling, broken fragile items, and crushed records all moved on their own, like every piece of it. There are puzzles that all have their own belongings. They jumped back to their original positions and were seamlessly glued together. Everything was restored to its original appearance. I even suspected that some of the things I had broken before were restored to their original appearance by taking this opportunity. .
"Is it too late for me to kneel down and hold your thigh to learn magic?" Peter immediately said enthusiastically to Harry. His tone made Harry frightened, because he had the same tone with John before when he tempted him to buy a broom, this kind of ' Harry was frightened by the tone of "We are the best buddies", "Look, you appeared here and you don't know the reason. Maybe it was fate that brought you to me? You can obviously fall into anything." Place, sea, park, school, or the Pentagon, but you fell here. Oh yes, I forgot one thing - what is your name, little magician? "
"Um...my name is Harry, harry Xavier."
Harry lowered his head and sipped the orange juice that had been warmed thoughtfully.
r's eyes widened and he was silent for a few seconds, obviously shocked by the answer:
"...What a coincidence, I also know a kid named Harry Xavier, but I remember, well," he lowered his head and counted quickly in Harry's surprised eyes, "This should have been ten years ago, so He should be eleven years old now!" After he said this in one breath, he looked at Harry, blinked and showed a smile that made people think he was playing a prank, "Oh, I thought he would grow taller at the age of eleven. A little bit - so you are Charles's son? Are you a mutant like me?"
He seemed unable to contain his excitement and kept running from one side to the other, dazzling Harry - it was too fast.
Harry didn't know how many times he had said this in this week, but he still had to say it.
"-You-you know my dad?!"
"Oh, yes, that's right, I know your father. Not only do I know your father, I can also send you home in an instant, just like I did..." Peter stretched out his hand and hooked the boy's neck, tempting him, "How about it, Harry, teach me magic, teach me and I will send you home in a few minutes."
He must be able to chat with John and the others. When Harry was hugged by him, he couldn't help but think that they seemed to be in the same group - they were so boring that they liked to use some novel ideas to make trouble, and they tried to add magical elements to their own ideas, which would give Harry a lot of headaches in the future. That group.
But what does 'like...' mean?
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In fact, things were not that unexpected at first.
After attending classes for a few days, Harry took his first flying lesson - this course was called 'Wizard's classic routine setting' by Harry's friends and was looked forward to by all first-year students. And arrived belatedly.
This is another course that gets complained about: "Why do I need to take flying lessons with a bunch of gryffindors! Isn't it enough that they ruined my Potions class?"
"You were obviously very proud of yourself in Potions class!" Pointed this out and accused him, "You still laughed at Neville when he blew up the cauldron!"
"Oh, so that's my problem too, Granger?" He sneered, raising his chin high, "I thought incompetent people at least have the right to be laughed at!"
"You have no right to laugh at him!" He raised his voice and confronted him, "You just learned a little first, we all know it!"
"Is this also my fault? He and I are both from a wizarding family. Why can't he do the things I can do? And I can guarantee that I can do it perfectly even if it's a potion I haven't made. Harry is from a non-wizard family, and he does better than you," he asked, "Is that why you want to rebuke me because you are more talented than others? Who gave you the courage to rebuke me?"
As a foil to this domineering tone, all the first-year slytherins stood behind him, with neat lines and contemptuous eyes.
Her face turned red with anger at his words that distorted the central idea, and the little witch stomped on the ground: "You clearly know that what I am talking about is your attitude! We are all classmates, and you should respect your classmates!"
"Oh, come on, when Harry was called r, why didn't you gryffindors think so!" He sneered and glanced at the gryffindors in the row opposite, "Who gives you respect for calling someone by the wrong name? ' Ridiculous thought?"
"I didn't!" said, "and I don't think it's right - but it's not like what you're doing!"
"This is much worse." He gave the definition coldly, "Forget it, as if a Muggle like you can understand."
——This is what Harry learned about and part of the quarrel in the flying lesson. As for the rest, because Neville has always had a fear of brooms and couldn't help but tremble from the broom to the point of falling off, in addition to the much-publicized , no one can tell Harry the more real and complete content.
"You were arguing with a girl," Harry felt as if he was looking down on him. "Don't you think it's ungentlemanly?"
"She yelled at me, does that mean she's a lady? And she's still a Muggle who doesn't know the heights of the sky..." He rolled his eyes.
Harry also rolled his eyes. His temper seems to be a little too good recently, right?
"My mother is also from a Muggle family," Harry said simply, "Do you want me to point a book at the back of your head and slap you hard?"
He curled his lips and moved his lips: "I'm sorry - you know I didn't mean to insult your mother."
"She is a good girl," Harry sat next to him and sighed weakly, "She has already had a very difficult time in Gryffindor, why do you have to add fuel to the fire? And Neville, what can you gain by laughing at him?"
"Didn't you hear how his group of gryffindor friends comforted him -" said sarcastically, "'Don't be discouraged, Neville, it's okay if he can't compare to Harry·R. After all, he is the Harry·R, and he is still a W. This is 'Should', where did all this 'should' come from?"
"We are only eleven years old," Harry said calmly, "There is no need to take some words seriously, they are not malicious."
————And weren’t you the one who told me before that reputation and ability should be equal? Harry thought to himself.
Apparently not realizing that he had slapped himself in the face, he snorted: "Just wait, then, I'll make him make more fools of himself."
"Instead of using your extra time to bully Neville," Harry said gently, patting the booklet given by Lupin on his hand, "Why don't you help me answer some questions about potions?"
He was not interested in this: "Why don't you ask Professor Snape?"
"I don't want to be deducted points yet, thank you."
"Then go check the book. For Merlin's sake, who am I bullying for—"
"——For me, I know, so, is it more important to help me or to bully Neville?"
Harry adjusted his glasses and asked to the point. As the person who could be harmonious with each other, he always knew how to deal with it. He always could.
"…………"
After staring at the smiling Harry for a long time, he finally had to give up all his plans to bully others - because obviously, helping Harry was something he had promised before. You can't go back on your word as a person, and you can't be a wizard either.
Anyway, this also shows that he is better than Granger. He thought proudly when he helped answer the question.
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Anyway, thanks to Harry's conciliatory action, the conflict caused by the flying lesson was settled, and the next morning, Harry's flying lesson arrived as scheduled.
This day seemed destined to be an extraordinary day, at least early in the morning. As the students were entering the hall for breakfast one after another, Harry had just finished eating a piece of toast when he heard Neville's horrified cry, which followed. The students' voices gradually died down like thunder, causing Harry to turn around:
"Merlin, that's my little uncle!"
When Harry looked towards the door, he saw a man in his thirties, surrounded by several wizards in uniforms, walking in with his head held high. This is probably a nobleman, Harry thought to himself, because this man has a kind of elegance similar to his father in his movements, but his eyes and expressions are more arrogant, his face looks younger, and he has a kind of genius all over his body. The proud temperament of a proud man.
"That's Neville's uncle Is (Antonis Longbottom), an important member of the Ministry of Magic," one of W's seniors whispered in Harry's ear, "I heard that he had been studying in Germany, and after returning to China, he was promoted His speed is as fast as a light wheel. My family said he is not a simple person and I don’t know what he is doing here - he is followed by Aurors, the police of the wizarding world."
"We will always know." Harry looked around. He didn't know why the atmosphere at W's table was very heavy. Several senior seniors looked at this junior's uncle with unfriendly eyes, "He is a human being. Is it bad? Why is everyone quiet?"
"...I heard that his methods are very impressive," a senior sister opposite said softly, "It's terrifying."
At this time, Dumbledore, who was sitting in the teacher's seat, stood up and hugged Neville's uncle politely. Then he saw the wizard whispering a few words to the principal before taking it out of his sleeve. A piece of paper that looked like a wanted warrant.
"This is a wanted order issued by the Ministry of Magic -" the man smiled arrogantly and said in English with a German accent that was very familiar to Harry, "We have reason to believe that the extremely vicious criminal Sirius Bck will sneak in again. Here, therefore, considering the safety of all Hogwarts teachers and students, dementors will be stationed in Hogwarts. This is approved by the minister personally, Dumbledore, you can only choose to accept it."
With a clang, Harry saw several seniors drop their spoons and forks on the plate. They exchanged looks with disbelief, then looked at the Ministry of Magic official with slight disgust, and whispered something to Harry. Inaudible words.
Then Harry saw that person turning his head as if inadvertently, and after a pair of rare violet eyes looked around, they fixed on him. Within a few seconds, he turned back again, as if Nothing happened.
It was as if...he turned his head just to take a look at Harry.
