, wonderful and free of pop-ups! Hank was experiencing a terrible feeling of sweating and fear.
He was wearing a white coat - after all, he was always the one who acted as a medical staff - and he was holding an injury report in his hand. This report was only a thin piece of paper, light and light, and should have no value at all, but At this moment, Hank was holding it and felt like a thorn in his back.
And Charles was sitting opposite him, reaching out to him.
"Bring it over, Hank." Charles Xavier looked calm, but Hank didn't think he was very calm. Facts have proved that men do become good-tempered when they become fathers as they age, but this also means that sometimes they will Even more irritated, "I will know - and I don't think there are any particularly serious consequences written on it, so why are you doing this..." Charles carefully chose a word, "Afraid?"
"...it's better for me to report." Hank tried to ignore the efforts from behind to get closer and said calmly, "One wrist was slightly dislocated, the cheek and shoulder were bruised, and the calf was injured. I helped Harry pick out some of the residue of wood chips... The wound on the ankle was not serious, but after inspection, there were still signs of slight strain. My suggestion is to recuperate at home. Well, it will take about a week to recuperate. As for his ability, he is indeed overdrawn. We checked the clothes he took off and found that there are many components that are consistent with most of the components of sea water - I speculate that he probably passed through it many times when he fell from the sky. The teleportation was even done unconsciously, so Harry had no memory of this. In the end, for some unknown reason, he fell from the ceiling of Peter's house. This process caused him a certain degree of bruises. .By the way, R’s measures to carry him back were correct, because if they choose to drive, the wound will become deeply infected, and if they teleport again, they don’t know where they will go when their abilities are overstretched, and walking or hitching a ride will strain the wound. and dislocation will be aggravated.”
After saying this, he quickly put the paper on the table - and then took three cautious steps back to prevent Charles from breaking out in silence.
Charles raised his eyebrows at this and said easily: "Why are you standing back? Hank?"
"Um... I think it's warmer this way." Hank felt alarm bells ringing in his ears. After all, the last time he saw Charles with such a tone, Charles's next sentence was to get out. Of course, the target was not Hank.
"Those damn wizards." Sitting on the sofa, his eyes were cold and his voice was full of determination. "I thought that even if the wizarding world is a backward place, there should be a minor protection law?"
"The purpose of the law is to reason for the party with evidence," Logan sat on the other side of the sofa, far away. He was originally debugging his car in the garage, but Charles called him here. There is no smoking or drinking in Charles' office, so the man is particularly impatient now, "So what nonsense are you still thinking about? What's the use of this kind of report? I thought wizards had 10,000 ways to escape the law. There is a way. If I were a wizard, I could steal a dozen drinks openly and not have to worry about being checked for drunk driving after drinking. "
"You're right, Logan." Charles read the paper from beginning to end, his expression not as relaxed as his tone, "That's of no use at all."
As he spoke, he threw a letter from his desk: "Come over here and take a look." He pointed at the crumpled letter. Looking at it, you could tell that it had been crumpled into a ball, but was flattened by impatience. Letter, "Letter from Principal Dumbledore."
"What?" he said impatiently and angrily, "He knows the letter now - what did he do before?"
"That's why I need you to listen to me here, dear," Charles calmly reassured his sister, "I don't know if I should give this letter and what comes with it to Harry - if It's Harry himself, he may go back after reading these things, but I think as parents, we should review and consider these things for him first."
He took the letter, crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the trash can: "Screw it. The old man didn't want to say much, and he didn't use it to this extent. Why should we send Harry back?"
"We are not such arbitrary parents, remember," Charles rubbed his temples with a tired voice, "Even if I want to punch him in the nose, what Harry wants to do is still his choice - think about the young How did you protest against me?"
"Yes, I'm telling you, please don't take full control of my life. Please don't treat me like the younger me." He sat down on the table and patted the table. "But that's different. Charles, you know there's a difference, Harry's still a kid!"
"Of course I understand that my child is still a child!" Charles couldn't help shouting, "But I also know the consequences of being arbitrary! I know that everyone, no matter who they are to me, no matter how old they are, when they When they all have their own will, I can't stop them!"
"Didn't I say 'Honey, I don't need you to do this for me' to stop him from going to school?" Charles said with a wry smile, "But that's what he wants to do, that's his race, he It's time to understand them, he shouldn't become an alien of his race - a child like him is obviously worthy of more people's love, and he will become the person he wants to be. I know this better than anyone else, even if You’re always trying to spoil him!”
Confronting her brother with glaring eyes, he said in disbelief: "Am I spoiling him? Who was he worried about to death that night?"
"It's you," Charles and his sister insisted. "He said last year that he wanted a Captain America soldier as a gift, but you bought him the entire Avengers! And all the series of Captain America soldiers, God knows they What's the difference?" He laughed at his sister.
I felt a very indescribable irritation. At this moment, she wanted to tell her brother that she didn't do this, at least half of it wasn't - the extra dozen Captain America soldiers were done by Erik! That guy always chooses some gifts to send under the guise of being jealous. The man who was never willing to express anything didn't get rid of this habit until this year!
But if she said this, Erik would definitely glare at her - so she held back.
"That's not the point," Hank had to help them change the subject. "What you should discuss is whether you should tell Harry about this."
Logan changed his position on the sofa and snorted from his nose: "Why didn't I have as much trouble as you when I sent Rogue here?"
"This is different, Logan!" scolded him, "and you're the one who never thinks about it!"
"What you said is wrong, Mystique," Logan said contemptuously, "But then again, I can beat you down without using your brain to think - so there are many things that are useless even if you use your brain, you might as well Don't overthink things. Seriously, is it so difficult to directly ask the person involved for his opinion? He is just outside, chatting with his friends or doing other things. You can just call him in and give the letter to He, then taps him on the shoulder and says it's time for you to show your decisiveness as a man - and then whatever he wants to do, let him do it."
He said it in an understatement, and Hank was frightened when he heard it. Logan was never one to mince words, and many times Hank felt that he would anger people in the next moment. But at the same time, Hank had to agree with him in his heart - this is actually a way. Charles has never been an unconditionally doting parent. He loves his son, which is true, but as a man who raises his sister, Growing up, as a person with many painful experiences and students, Charles was very cautious when raising Harry.
"...Maybe you are right, Logan." Charles picked up the letter that he had thrown away again, with a kind of hesitation in his blue eyes, "But I really...if Rogue goes to a very far place alone, then What would you do if you came back injured?"
"They will grow up eventually, Charles." Logan waved his hand impatiently as if swatting away mosquitoes, "I heard that your young boy also wants to be a doctor - more experience will not hurt him, by the way. , your school is full of little bastards, and you spoiled them. Listen, if rogue comes back from afar injured, there is only one thing I have to do, and that is to beat up the bastard who hurt her. Mom doesn’t even know me.”
"You are so simple and rude - and my students are all good kids." Charles couldn't help but smile when he looked at Logan's depressed expression, "But they are really not very polite - they did what they did to you again. what?"
The vicissitudes of the old man slowly exhaled: "Don't mention it - anyway, you have to admit that some of your students are the bastard rs' brother or the best among them, damn genes."
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The dinner was extremely rich and cheerful. For example, I was called back by a phone call. Sean, who was originally looking for hot girls in the bar, responded to everyone's request and brought back a lot of pizza. It was steaming hot and rich in taste. He even seductively took out a few bottles of wine and trumpeted his traditional declaration: "A man who doesn't drink is like having that thing longer than a woman in vain!"
Then there was a loud bang, and he was shot dead from the table, falling to the ground on his back in pain.
"Oh, you're welcome."
He threw the broom he had taken aside and shrugged.
Alex showed a sarcastic smile next to him, turned to tell him seriously: "You can't drink yet."
Ask him back: "Did you drink - when you were my age?"
"Yes, I drank, but I didn't have a brother above me at the time." Alex pressed his head with his hand and said, "But you did, so you have to listen to me." He smiled proudly at his brother With.
Looking at him as if looking at a traitor: "That's not fair!"
"It's not unfair, kid. This is the edge that naive brats like you can't touch." Logan appeared at the table with a can of beer and raised the wine in his hand to Alex, "Yes, that's right. If you do this, take good care of your brother."
"Fuck you, Logan," Alex punched him, "Don't think I don't know - bullying my brother."
Logan stared at himself and pointed at himself, his tone full of disbelief: "I bullied your brother? How did you see this fallacy?"
"So you have learned to use the word fallacy now?" he said sarcastically, and then was slapped on the back of the head by Alex: "You have to stop too—school rule 8, stop fighting while eating."
He wrinkled his nose and said nothing, and started to make plans for the next time he would prank Logan in his mind.
"I really want American pizza," Harry said as he bit into a full mouthful of pizza, letting the flavor of cheese and bacon roasting together with the sweet and sour taste of pineapple spread in his mouth. He chewed on the crispy edges with emotion. As for the cake, “Even if I think it’s healthy to cook and eat by myself, I still miss it.”
"You can't sneak out of school to find a pizza shop or order takeout?" Peter sat down on the chair next to him, holding a glass of sweet wine, "Or will you do bedtime checks?"
"Hogarts is not strictly managed," Harry said a little helplessly, "but the electronic products will malfunction there, not to mention the mobile phone signal is completely lost there - and I don't know which way to go after leaving the school."
r glanced at him sympathetically: "It's really original."
Harry nodded and put another burger on his plate this time. When he was worried that he couldn't eat so much, he generously took away half of the burger from his plate.
"You ate so many cakes and snacks in the afternoon," Kitty looked here in surprise, "Why can you still eat?"
"You can take a guess." Peter said and took a bite of most of the pizza. "Well, I haven't tried the taste of this restaurant before. The flavor is surprisingly good? Can I leave a phone number for delivery?"
"You can ask Sean for it." Harry was a little interested in the fact that he ate a lot of food three times in a row. He thought about it and asked Peter,
"Is it because high-speed exercise consumes too many calories?"
"Smart." Peter praised vaguely with his mouth full, "I guess your academic performance must be very good. Oh, by the way, since your ability is so versatile, do you want to go out for a run with me in the evening? Digestion?"
Harry said in surprise: "Do you want to stay?"
"No, but I can come here from home in an instant," Peter said, "including going to your school to play with you - you know my mother is very strict with me, right, so I can give me more when I go to school Write a letter or make something fun?”
He looked at Harry, considered it very seriously, and then lowered his voice and said to Harry: "Well, although we have only known each other for a long time - I still like you quite a lot. We can communicate in depth, what do you think? Of course, If you find it troublesome or the UK is too far away..."
"No, of course not! How can this be troublesome! Of course!" Harry was very happy about this. After all, although he had only known each other for half a day, he liked Peter very much. "I mean - I am very willing to correspond with you, um , I think there is something that you will definitely be interested in."
"Like this one?" Peter suddenly took out a chocolate frog from nowhere, and he was very interested. "It's really fun."
The moment he let go, the chocolate frog jumped out, but in just a few tenths of a second, he caught it again.
"Oh I hate this!" John said indignantly as he took a forkful of his salad. "Sometimes the problems that are so difficult for us are simply too much in the hands of some people."
Jean hummed, and as soon as the red-haired girl looked over, John immediately swallowed all his complaints.
"Where did this come from?" Bobby asked while comforting Rogue, who was nervous and stiff next to him, "I thought we caught them all."
"This? Oh, I caught it casually." Peter blinked and tossed the poor chocolate frog in his hand to play with, without saying that he grabbed it from a student's desk in the afternoon.
"Can you eat now?" Charles performed his usual tapping behavior. "The food won't taste good if it's cold, right?" He smiled, took a spoon and scooped up some soup, and raised it like a glass. , before putting it into your mouth.
"You're drinking again." He pointed this out seriously, and Harry turned his head and stared at Charles' tea cup.
"Dad." Harry shouted unhappily.
"Today is the day when my son comes home. Why can't I drink some wine to express my happiness?" Charles asked his sister.
"Why can you stop drinking when Erik is here?" She said to the point, "I'm not saying that - but Hank said that you damaged your liver once before, so you'd better stop drinking." She stretched out her hand and forcefully took the cup. He pulled it back, then looked at the contents and raised his eyebrows in dissatisfaction.
"whisky?"
Harry cast his condemning eyes at Charles, the meaning was obvious - whiskey?
r also looked over with interest: "I just said that no one wants to drink tea with ice in winter!"
Charles had to raise his hands and surrender.
"Okay, okay, my bad - Hank, could you please pass me the lemon tea?"
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Happy time always passes quickly, and when everyone goes back to their rooms (or is driven back to their rooms) to do homework, Charles knows that it is time to talk to his son.
The time has come to test his abilities as a father.
"Harry - I made an appointment with your principal to come here at ten o'clock tonight." Charles patted the sofa next to him and motioned for his son to sit over, "Do you mind... talking to us about it then? What happened to your broom suddenly?"
"Do you really have to make it sound like a transportation failure?" Someone interrupted, "You should have stayed by the door and punched the old man in the nose the moment he came in and shook hands with him. If If you are not sensitive enough, then let Hank come, or let Logan play his role as a violent person."
Logan snorted coldly and repeated: "Violent elements?"
Harry yelled something insightful for his aunt in his heart, lowering his head and not daring to look at Uncle Logan who he would bump into from time to time - this sentence is actually right, because Logan's principle of dealing with things is so simple and direct: fists cannot solve everything problem, but fists can solve any problem between men.
Harry sat next to Charles, as if they were at Xavier's house, wearing the same blue sweater, holding a cup of hot cocoa in his hand, he nodded to his father: "I don't mind - the problem is there, no matter what Well, um, I think it still needs to be resolved."
"You can choose not to go to that shabby school, my dear," she said, always looking gentle to her nephew, "You can come home, Charles can teach you everything, and make you no worse than anyone else - wizards too. I can’t be better than you.”
"But..." Harry rubbed the shiny mug in his hand, "Of course I don't like this proposal - but, if there are things I can do, why can't I? The professors all say that I am very talented in the courses. If I continue, I could become a very good therapist.”
"Wizards don't have hospitals?" Logan said solemnly, "Why do you have to carry this kind of thing yourself when it's not your responsibility?"
"I'm the only wizard in the family, Uncle Logan," Harry argued hurriedly. "Of course wizards have hospitals - but they rarely treat people other than wizards. My senior sister told me that's because people other than wizards often don't. We can't get the same treatment results as wizards with the same medical methods. This is a difference caused by racial nature. More serious cases will cause medical accidents. I can't let my father take this risk. Well, although at the beginning, I just Find a way to cure dad quickly..."
He tried to smile a little at Logan, hoping to look more thoughtful and convincing: "Uncle Logan, your ability can help you recover quickly at any time... But your This ability, well, I have to say, is not universal after all," he said softly. "If I learn well, I want to study modern medicine and wizard magic. I want to make a tool that allows you to not rely on yourself. A doctor who has the ability to heal wounds quickly. I want to be a wizard and healer not only because of my father, but also for more people like my father who have pain and injuries that cannot be cured... Maybe in modern times Medicine is helpless, but what about wizards' magic? I hope... well, I hope, this, I mean," he took a deep breath and tried to reorganize his words, "just like if they finally get seriously injured one day, and Medical equipment is no longer around. I hope that by then, we can not waste the best time for treatment, but can treat them in the most effective time, and use magic to treat them effectively without danger or side effects. I think I might I can't be as powerful as you, but I hope that at least in terms of helping others, I can become a very useful person, a qualified therapist, someone who can... at least be able to heal others without leaving too many regrets. people."
For a moment, the living room was silent, with only the boy's childish voice echoing slightly.
After saying this, Harry looked around. Charles and both looked at him in silence, Hank was dumbfounded, and the expression on Logan's face, well, well, he couldn't understand...
Harry knew that what he said really sounded like Dumbledore who came here to trick him into enrolling... But he did say these words with his heart beating so fast.
He expressed his ideal, which had existed for a short time but was firmer than ever. It might be naive, it might be unrealistic and it seemed extremely naive.
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When the old man with a long white beard appeared at the door, Jean was the first person to notice - after all, there was a spirit she didn't recognize in this area, which was enough to attract her attention.
She concentrated slightly, and when she found out who came to the door, she suddenly had a plan in her mind. So she put down the coursework books in her hands, stood up, walked a few steps, and knocked on the door.
"Jean, what's wrong?" he asked her after opening the door, "Is there something wrong? Or do you want to chat with me? You know, I welcome this."
Jean said gently: "Not chatting - go and call the others out, someone is coming."
"...I don't quite understand what you mean." He asked doubtfully.
"The principal of Harry's school is here." Jean smiled slightly, "Didn't you plan to teach those wizards a lesson before? Now, the greatest one among them is here - so it's time to take action. "
He looked at Jean as if he were looking at a strange object: "Oh my God... I thought you didn't like to see us do this?" He showed a surprised smile, "You are so unexpected, Jean, but this Awesome, I love it!”
He immediately started to take action, knocking out those students one by one who were capable enough and knew enough about the inside story:
"Come out, guys and girls! The opportunity for revenge has come, and the plan number 4 we made this afternoon can be executed!"
