, wonderful and free of pop-ups! For Harry Xavier, this was definitely not the first time that his life was in danger in the air, but he swore to God that this kind of thing would never happen again!
Of course, like all stories at the beginning, everything is fine at first.
Flying is a very exciting and simple thing. After all, the broom is very obedient in Harry's hands. When Harry lets the broom go left, it goes left, when he makes it go right, it will speed up. When Harry wants to relax, it will fly. Slowed down on his own.
"You are really good at this!" Anna shouted happily as she flew under him.
"Yes, it seems to be true," Harry responded with a smile, "My family is good at this, so I am also good at this."
This seems to be the rare thing his parents left in him besides his appearance and life - the talent of flying.
So Harry was delighted to find this - really delighted. He was riding a broom, flying freely in the breeze, neither fast nor slow. He skillfully changed directions in the sky, as if he had learned this for thousands of suns and moons. The broom was so docile. It cooperated with him as if it were his wings and would never betray him, allowing him to enjoy the joy of flying.
It may be because the representative is an eagle. Few of W's students can reach the same level as him, but they are all flying freely, and no one makes any mistakes; and it seems that for the same reason, the representative is digging holes underground. In Badger's Hufflepuff Academy, there weren't many people who could fly several meters high and safely. At least Harry had only been flying for a few minutes when someone fell off his broom.
So naturally, he was sent to the medical wing under the care of the professor - it was here that the incident began.
For Harry, the bad things happened one after another at this time - first his broom kept twitching as if he was having epilepsy, then it kept accelerating as if it was equipped with a rocket accelerator, and finally It was like a car with a broken steering wheel, which kept running rampant. This kind of sour feeling like bungee jumping allowed him to comfort himself a few words despite being frightened, such as luckily he didn't buy a broom and go home, but It is conceivable that if this thing was really bought back, the number of people who would break their necks would not be in the single digits.
...Although flying is as exciting as a roller coaster, is this really okay as a means of transportation and sports entertainment?
Harry didn't think about the idea of someone trying to harm him at first. He had always been very optimistic and had a Xavier-like tolerant personality. At first, he just thought there was something wrong with the broom, so he wasn't worried at all about being harmed. Throw it off.
——But this does not mean that as a fourth-level mutant, he cannot feel a deep malice being cast upon him.
You know, even if telepaths don't activate their abilities, they can still sense the emotions of others. This is something that is engraved in their minds.
Harry was almost confused when he discovered the malicious intent - he couldn't figure out why someone wanted to harm him. This is a very unfamiliar emotion. Ever since Harry can remember, everyone has loved him and loved him. He is a very well-behaved child, but because he is a young mind reader, he is very good at understanding other people's emotions. Emotions, this ability makes him considerate and very considerate. Except for the children who witnessed him floating in the air at the beginning, no one would have the slightest malice towards such a good child, and among the children The contradiction seemed nothing to Harry.
Those childish things will disappear sooner or later as they grow up.
But at this moment, the world showed its noise to Harry in this moment - it had never bothered his head since he was six years old, because Harry generally controlled his abilities quite well.
He didn't have the ability to activate, so he couldn't hear those voices that were not very obvious, but similarly, the lack of rational thoughts at high speeds took the initiative to choose the ones he cared about, such as the panic that seemed like the earth was falling apart, such as the ground on the ground. The flying lesson professor's madness, the inner cursing that didn't match his apparent elegance, and the maliciousness of the unknown person who made Harry angry and wanted to crush Harry as if he was crushing an ant. The thing was like a big pot of soup that had been cooked badly, with a lot of rotten food in it. It was extremely bad.
Harry squinted his eyes slightly, trying hard to mobilize his abilities at high speeds - unfortunately, he didn't bring anything of Jean with him today. Fortunately, his own magic power, or the thoughts he might have had The abilities were weakly responding to his response. They were working very hard to help Harry resist the malice, trying to help Harry fix the broom, but it was useless. The malice was too stubborn, and Harry's resistance was always poor. A little bit can cover it, but it always fails to cover it. All the eleven-year-old boy can do is let the broom swing in the same place occasionally, or turn just when he is about to hit the wall.
'What does this man want? ' Harry endured the discomfort caused by high-speed flying and tried hard to think, 'You want me to make a fool of myself? You want me to break my arms and legs? Or should I just break some antique, get into trouble, and get kicked out of school? '
He thought about this one by one, and crouched tightly on the broom to relieve the pressure caused by the wind. He wanted to call dad, he wanted to call aunt, he wanted to call hank, alex, sean, jean, kurt, even John, Bobby, anyone could come and save him; he even wanted to shout, because of those pair of The big wings now seem to be much more stable than a broom!
Why on earth do I have to be treated like this? Harry even thought aggrievedly: My life is in danger, but I can't grow a pair of wings on my back, or suddenly appear from one place to another, because none of these are things that a little wizard can do! He can't let others know that he is a mutant. God knows if wizards have a bad habit of rejecting mutants! The outside world looked at him in a strange way - the 'harry·r' who survived and disappeared for ten years, the boy who stubbornly changed his surname, and oh yes, even made the headlines in the newspaper, all of which made Harry very uncomfortable and frightened.
Moreover, if the malicious owner kept staring at him - Harry didn't dare to imagine what would happen next.
"...I will definitely skip a grade and graduate early!" Harry couldn't help but swear in a low voice.
However, judging from the stalemate for such a long time, the professor at Hogwarts seems to be helpless about this - Harry understands this rationally. This broom is almost catching up with the speed of the plane, but it does not yet have the exact route of the plane. What should Harry say? , it is very difficult to aim this broom. And if you think about it, you will know that it is a process that takes time for the professor to be notified from the huge castle and rush here.
That's not all, as if things weren't bad enough, there was still a lot of noise in his mind: he heard the soft sobbing, and felt that although she wanted to cry, she was still strong enough to find a way. When I heard that I was getting angry, I couldn't help cursing the damn mastermind in my heart, and at the same time, I ran through a hundred and eighty spells and methods in my head.
As if it wasn't bad enough, something frightening happened - the malice that made Harry's scalp tingle was reduced and turned in the direction of peace. Harry realized in an instant that this man was definitely not a good person. He could control Harry's broom, which meant that he could hurt others.
No, this is absolutely not possible! He couldn't let danger turn to his friends like this!
Harry squeezed the broom handle, held his breath, and concentrated. This was the first time that he used telepathy to do something that meant resistance. He didn't know if he could do it well, but Harry knew, Harry Xavier knew that if Rang He was hurt by this, he would blame himself for the rest of his life. This mistake cannot be made up for.
He tried hard to use his own strength to resist the weakening malice, reminding the person who showed the malice - you are about to lose control of my broom and my life. Is this really good? Is it really okay to be distracted like this?
The malice came back as he expected.
Harry relaxed slightly and began to think about it - what did he have with him? Magic wand? No. Jean's stuff? No. The cross from Kurt? He keeps it hanging around his neck. what else? The brooch given by Nina and the necklace given by Uncle Erik.
Under the non-stop spinning, Harry felt that all his strength was almost exhausted - it was his first time to fly on a broom after all, and his technical skills did not mean his physical strength. He just grabbed the broom. Without letting go, this already required Harry to use all his strength.
'Then I'll take a risk. 'Harry managed to formulate a plan in his head. 'If I...disappear in mid-air and appear on the lawn, will everyone think I just fell down? But if I was safe and sound, what explanation could there be for that? I obviously fell from such a high place! '
When he was nervous, his mind was completely empty and he couldn't come up with any good ideas, while the thoughts around him were trying hard to squeeze them in.
Probably because they were specially remembered by him, the thoughts of the two of them kept echoing in his head - they were both worried about Harry and wanted to deal with the damn mastermind as soon as possible, but even if they were freshmen, The two smartest and most knowledgeable people combined are not enough to be the mastermind behind the scenes.
Very, very worried, and while worried, they were also afraid - maybe that's why one of them was in Slytherin and the other in Gryffindor. In this moment of life and death, Harry understood some of the Sorting Hat's thoughts. At this critical moment, the characteristics of the two types of students became obvious.
While crying and being cautious, he did not lack the courage to face the unknown enemy. In fact, he did not have that kind of courage, because he thought more and knew more. He knew how terrifying the enemy was. He knew He couldn't deal with that person, so he was afraid.
But even if the two of them were like this, they were still Harry's friends, and they never backed down from their desire to save him for anything. At this critical moment, they even put aside their prejudices against each other, and cooperated so seamlessly that they didn't even make a superfluous move. Yes, because they are all very smart, and it is always easier for smart people to work together.
When Harry thought about this, he found that he smiled inappropriately. The fear and anger in his heart were driven away by these things, and he was in a good mood.
——Okay, maybe he just thought too much before.
So what if he is revealed to be a different wizard? So what if he can't explain his abilities? He still wonders why he ran away from England to the United States when he was one year old! Since they couldn't understand the explanations given by the wizards, Harry felt that he could also give an explanation that they didn't understand!
He was so stupid to worry so much - magic was not a science, and it couldn't be explained so clearly. However, even if Harry explained it, the wizard might not understand.
Then let's dance - Harry decided this, feeling grateful to Kurt. He felt that he would definitely treat Kurt to his homemade cake when he went back. Even if buying more high-end cakes proved to be unnecessary, he would still do it!
Anyway, Kurt loves to eat the cakes made by Harry the most. If he wants to protest, he has no other choice but to steal the cake recipe.
One, two——
boom!
Before Harry's mind could count to three, the malice reached a new peak in an instant, and the tail of the broom exploded violently at this moment, so the flying tool instantly became useless. Harry was caught off guard and suddenly jumped from a high altitude. Start falling.
He heard the howling of the wind, the pounding of his heart in his chest, the cries and screams that exploded in his heart... and the fear in his heart about all this.
Do I still have time to activate my ability? Will I die?
——No, I don’t want to die! ! ! !
The eleven-year-old boy said to himself.
And that person seemed to think this was not cruel enough, and his malice turned again -
"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Did he shout? Did he actually open his mouth, or was he just calling them in his mind?
Harry didn't know.
At that moment, amid the screams of the first-year freshmen, his figure disappeared into the gray smoke caused by the explosion of the broom in mid-air.
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"So this is why you suddenly ran away from England to the United States?"
While r was packing things in the house, he left a note for his mother and was still asking about Harry.
"...Yes." Harry whispered, "I don't know what happened to He."
r looked at the boy sitting on his sofa with a distressed look on his face, huddled up in a ball, and couldn't help but rush over to rub his head the next second.
"Don't worry too much." He held the boy on his knees and squeezed the boy's face hard with his two palms that were broad enough. "Look, you are only eleven years old - the more you think about it, the more likely you are." The more you get bald, the faster you go. Who told me this? Is it the guy with the claws? Oh, I don’t remember. In short, you only have to think about one thing now, and that is to go home. Do you want to go home? "
Do you want to go home?
Facing this question, Harry nodded vigorously, his nose sore that he almost cried.
"Okay!" Peter put him down, jumped up and exhaled, then buckled a fanny pack on himself, "Are you still cold? And your..." He looked at Harry's shoulder being exploded with a little worry. The scratches involved, "This wound..."
"As long as you get home, all of this will be fine."
Harry said firmly.
"Oh fine."
r stood in front of Harry. He touched his chin and looked around at the little guy. He seemed to be considering how to hold him. While looking at him, he said, "What position do you like?"
Harry: "...Sorry, what?"
r pulled down his goggles, gestured and said: "Position - princess hug or horizontal hug? Or do you prefer to be hugged from under the arms like just now? Or should I carry you on my back?"
"...Thank you, but I don't think I need to be hugged anymore." Harry had a hard time forcing the words out of his mouth. He blinked awkwardly, "I don't need you to... take care of me. I can walk on my own. …”
"Oh, your feet are hurt, aren't they?" Peter shrugged, pointing to Harry's calves and feet, where there were dried dots of red, red to dark, "The way we go back doesn't include you walking back."
Then can't we take a taxi? ! Harry was thinking this, and was about to say something, when Peter picked him up - and held him up like a cat.
"You know the way, right?" Peter blinked at the boy in his arms behind his goggles.
Then he took steps.
…………
Harry once again experienced a thrilling rapid progress and a feeling that his stomach was about to be knocked out.
But compared with sitting on an old broom in the sky, this can even be said to be a considerate experience, because this time he was held in someone's arms, and the silver-haired young man even rested his chin on The boy's head was on his head, so as not to let go and drop the boy when accelerating. While Harry felt the young man's reliable chest and arms, he also felt a sense of protection. Not only was he safe in this person's arms, without any danger, he could even smell the scent of soap and pizza on the other person's body. The smell was very...familiar, similar to a dozen smells in his olfactory warehouse.
The owners of those smells are at home, in the place they are about to arrive. They are just like Peter. They will protect Harry, love Harry, and always treat him as a child. Yes, they will say to Harry, 'This is for you. It's inappropriate for your age, so don't do this with us,' but Harry always understands that this is not rejection, this is a kind of love and care for Harry.
Harry took a deep breath, put his arms around Peter's neck, and pressed his head closer to Peter's.
"Thank you," he said softly.
"What?!" Because R's hearing was not very sensitive when running at high speed, he asked loudly, "What's wrong with you?!"
"...We're going to turn a corner." Harry decided to change his words.
I'll thank Peter later when I get home - as for now, getting home is the most important thing.
He wanted to go home so much and missed his family so much.
He missed them.
He is going home.
