, wonderful and free of pop-ups! When Harry came to the kitchen, his original intention was to make some black tea - and by the way, he complied with his father's request of 'I will talk to your principal alone later'.
But with Hank standing next to me, and Logan and Alex standing by the door, what kind of 'alone talk' is this?
...Then he froze in place as he entered the kitchen.
"How did you all get in?" Harry stood by the bar and counted the wine in the wine cabinet. He was particularly puzzled when he found that there were no young people.
The leader remained silent, and the people behind him followed the same movement as him - they all bent over and squatted down, shrinking their heads and feet, and crowded together under the bar as if there was no place on the floor to stand.
The space under the bar was very small, and it was very crowded with only three people crammed into it. At this moment, Harry looked over and knew that there were at least six or seven people here without counting, and they had obviously been eavesdropping for a long time.
Those people looked at each other, and Harry knew that he couldn't get the answer to the question, because these people had obviously not considered this issue before.
Apparently the leader booed Harry, and then, like the secret service team, they came out one by one, hunched over. With a gesture of wiping their necks, they spread out. Some walked to the backyard, while others followed the "old wizard" After leaving, there are still people who don't know where they are, and they are very impressive - to be honest, if Harry didn't know where he was, Harry would have thought that they were about to have a real-life CS battle...
Harry had boiled water with a heating spell and was putting tea leaves into a light white porcelain teapot, but he was stunned when he thought of this.
————Real CS?
It sounds unbelievable, but when Harry can accomplish this goal by himself?
There's no way these three words never existed in the world of mutants.
Harry's heart began to beat hard again as he thought about what they would do and what they might do. He put down the teapot with a click, feeling that he seemed to be living a leisurely life, and he actually forgot who his relatives and friends were. You know,
Not to mention the newcomers, even the most well-behaved Jean, who was angry and out of control, made her great achievements move everything on the street. That day, the street was almost crowded because of the countless cars driving by. Entered here and floated in the air.
... If you imagine it this way, if Principal Dumbledore really comes to visit as scheduled, then he will most likely stay here tonight and never come back.
Harry suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.
"Hey, Harry," Peter came out of nowhere. In one second, he completed the perfect process from speaking out to holding Harry's shoulders and pouring himself a cup of tea. "Your tea is just right." It’s just a little dull...what are you looking at?”
"...peter..." Harry looked up with difficulty at Peter, who was holding the teacup easily, "Do you think it's still too late for me to stop them?"
"It's too late," Peter said lightly and cheerfully, "Isn't it just a sneak attack on your principal? I even stole someone from the Pentagon back then. It was cool and exciting. Compared to that, you are not very capable."
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r took out fresh milk from the refrigerator, poured it into the tea cup, and said with excitement: "You should really see what I did back then - was I not an adult at the time? Yes, yes, it was at that time, you You know, that place was heavily guarded, and there were about twenty guns pointed at us, and then I left safely and unscathed, and the goal was successfully completed."
Harry... Harry suddenly felt a strange stomach pain.
He understood Hank's pain at that moment.
"Peter," he grabbed Peter's sleeve and begged, "you have to take me there - I can't exercise strenuously and I can't run fast, but you can. I have to follow and see, otherwise they will definitely come up with something - last time they He said he wanted to teach Bobby's brother a lesson, but the result was that Bobby and John started a fire-and-ice battle in Bobby's yard! We ended up having to change the memory of Bobby's parents!"
"Oh, okay, no problem," Peter took a bite of the apple he didn't know where it came from, and disappeared with Harry in the next second, leaving only an apple in the air and the sound of Harry's collapse.
"I don't need a princess hug...peter!"
"But this way the force is the most even - don't worry, you're not fat at all, Harry~ Oh, I think we have to buy some popcorn outside on the way back. I have a hunch that this will definitely be worth seeing, after all, it's only one afternoon They listed about seven plans, the three most boring ones were bombing the school, demolishing the school, and having all the wizards do the bunny dance naked on the street in front of the White House~"
"..."
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Facts have proved that being the greatest white wizard in the British wizarding world and the principal of the only magic academy still requires some skills.
In the next section of the road, Harry was put down by Peter and held his hand, following them, his footsteps extremely light, following Dumbledore who walked in all the way, half with uneasy conscience, and half with genuine curiosity to watch the development of the matter.
Then he and Peter stared dumbfoundedly at the old wizard who was so light in the short distance. He dodged the sharp arrows made of ice and waved his wand to summon a large amount of water to pour on the sudden place. Burning beard on beard. Of course, the cup of water did not extinguish the flames at all. Instead, it violated the laws of physics and instantly formed ice crystals that climbed up along the beard.
Dumbledore's face was still calm, and he cast a spell on his beard. At first, Harry thought he would cast magic about fire, but obviously the old wizard was more experienced. The climbing ice crystals quickly turned into water and dripped. As it came down, it turned into steam and disappeared.
An enhanced version of the heating spell, a simple spell that Harry had just used to make tea. He could even see Bobby's depressed expression in the dark - this heating spell even evaporated all the moisture in the old wizard and heated up the air. Bobby didn't even have time to cool down again and freeze.
"Get out of the way, let me continue!" John squeezed Bobby out of the best seat in disgust, and then fiddled with the lighter a few times. The flame appeared from the lighter, spread, and finally dispersed into obedient sparks that quickly fluttered towards the old wizard. And go.
"There's a reason wizards were always burned to death," Harry heard Kitty whispering to Jean - the two girls were hiding under the stairs, floating - which led their friends through the wall at the critical moment The girl said softly: "Look at their clothes, how easy they are to burn. Except for fabrics, they are all flammable. There is not even a leather jacket that is not easy to ignite."
"...I thought this was what we were going to do," Jean commented flatly, "Let him burn all his clothes in one go."
Terrible girls.
"Scary girls."
Harry murmured this to himself, and then he heard Peter holding him above his head also sigh.
However, this goal was not achieved - obviously many things are not as fragile as they seem. The spark disappeared the moment it came into contact with Dumbledore's clothes. Harry looked over carefully and found that there was a faint trace on the seemingly ordinary robe. There is a flow of magic.
It seems that either Dumbledore has been prepared for this possible revenge war, or he has been preparing for various possible revenge wars all year round.
Harry's eyes suddenly looked at the old man with a hint of reverence.
The two boys' plan failed, and the next step must continue——
I saw Jean rising up in the air with his fingers hooked, holding it through the wall. Harry's eyes were sore when he looked for it, and then he saw two hands stretching out from the ceiling, moving left and right, and holding the bucket. , aimed at the bucket, aiming at the path that the old wizard was walking. When Harry tried hard to connect to Jean's head, he heard her commanding Kitty's voice.
"Don't splash it on the lamp. Go a little further to the left and remember the angle we practiced."
Charles' favorite red-haired girl asked warmly.
After asking her about some steps of the plan, Harry resignedly disconnected.
"Pour." Jean suddenly said softly at a certain moment.
Then there was a splash, and the colorful paints in the bucket were splashed down. According to Harry's understanding of them, the paints must have been mixed with glue.
But Dumbledore is indeed Dumbledore - he appeared on the road he walked after using a phantom.
This decision was correct, because the floor in front of him had long been loosened, and the result of stepping on it was that Kurt was teleported to the woods behind and thrown into a large lake.
A bucket of water suddenly poured from the ceiling evaporated before it touched him. He used a spell to find the wand that he had lost for three seconds when he entered the door - but the large amount of candies that were taken away could not be found. Came back - and put it back into his pocket, which had just been burned and then intact.
"Wait a minute!!" Harry quickly used his thoughts to say to the man who stopped him to get his glasses, "Don't do this, you will tear down the house too!"
At this moment, Rogue, who was standing at the door as the last checkpoint, smiled at the old wizard and stretched out his hand: "Hello, sir, it's a pleasure to meet a wizard like you."
The gloves that usually were on her hands had long since disappeared.
Everyone couldn't help but cheer for her in their hearts - at this moment, Rogue, from her attitude to her eyes, from her movements to her tone, was perfect. She looked polite, kind and sensible. She stood there flawlessly, as if she was exactly the person she was. The same students are responsible for reception at the door.
In fact, no students here have ever done the job of receiving guests. This troublesome and patient job has always been hanky, always.
"Oh, hello, I'm very happy to see such a cute little girl like you." Dumbledore nodded happily and stretched out his hand to shake the black-haired girl's hand.
With a flick of the brush, twelve-inch steel claws shone brightly in front of him.
At this moment, I wanted to step forward and strangle logan to death——-they were about to succeed!
Rogue turned around unexpectedly, dropped the folder in her hand to the ground, and exclaimed her guardian's name: "logan!"
"Go ahead and do your homework, my good girl," Logan leaned against the door and looked warily at the smiling old man with a white beard in front of him, "You and your friends will have one more homework from now on - a thousand We will talk about the social analysis of words in detail later, now, go back.”
After saying that, he raised his chin towards Harry: "Come here, boy, your father has something to say to you."
Before Harry could even move his legs, he was picked up by Peter in a grand manner and swooped in.
Logan looked at him sideways: "I didn't ask you to go in."
r shrugged: "You see, I'm just helping."
Logan sneered and pointed to the chair where Peter was sitting: "Then what are you doing sitting down now? Just now you were helping to hold the child, and now you are using it as a pillow?"
Because of this description, Harry got down red-faced in Peter's arms. Although his feet were slightly inconvenient to walk, his daily life was still fine. After all, it was not a serious injury. He was only cautious because of Hank's instructions.
"Dad." He called Charles, then turned to look at Dumbledore, who was picking up the folder Rogue had dropped and handing it to the little girl with a smile.
"Give it back, kid."
"Thank you." Rogue nodded hurriedly, stretched out his hand to take it while logan turned around, then quickly shook the old man's hand and waved, "and it's nice to meet you."
"Rogue!" Logan turned around and yelled unhappily.
The strange thing is that although Harry was on tenterhooks, but——
- Nothing happened.
Rogue, on the other hand, went out in a daze.
"Harry," Charles called his son over, "Can you come over here and take these things out? Peter will come too, okay?"
"Uh, okay daddy."
Harry walked over, picked up the well-wrapped object according to Charles' instructions, and asked Charles: "What is this?"
"The most amazing relic of your father, and something discovered by Miss Granger. Oh, Harry, I know what you want to ask, yes, she and Mr. Malfoy are safe and sound." Dumbledore said with his blue pair of Looking at the boy with his eyes, he said kindly, "After some inspections, I feel that they are completely harmless and intact, so I think it's time to give these things to you, Harry. And, I'm very sorry, but Yes, I am very happy to see you safe."
"...Thank you." Harry swallowed back his words of inquiry and situation, bowed politely and thanked him, and then, under Logan's glare, he pulled Peter, who was winking and didn't know what he was thinking, out the door.
Before going out, he glanced at Charles and felt that his father's expression was not very good.
"What is this? What must be returned to you after you enroll? Is this really your father's relic? Why is it in the hands of that... old wizard leader?" Peter asked a few questions in succession, frowning I opened the package three times.
"It's fallen!" Peter quickly picked up the pile of fabrics as smooth as water and a golden necklace. Before Harry could see clearly, he heard Kurt shouting God at the stairs.
He hurried over with Peter, only to see Rogue surrounded by his friends with a weird look on his face, and the others also had weird expressions on their faces.
Before Harry could ask a word, Rogue rushed over and grabbed Harry's wrist.
"...Your principal is gay!" She tried her best to say calmly, "And he also put his boyfriend in jail... Do all the wizards in the UK know about this, Harry?"
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