Xavier's family lived in an ordinary neighborhood, with no messy gangsters, thieves, or Beatles partying all night long, so the place became extremely peaceful late at night.
Wanda took a glass of wine from the kitchen, sat on the balcony of her new room, and looked at the ordinary neighborhood outside from the stone railing.
The wind in January was very cold, but she only wore a red coat in addition to a close-fitting black vest. So late at night, in such a cold wind, she sat on the narrow railing with two The slender legs are exposed unbridled.
She swayed the mellow wine in the cup, and from time to time she would bring her red lips to the rim of the cup to take a sip without saying a word. Her green eyes were like cold steel, and the smooth surface reflected the scene of the entire neighborhood.
"Can't sleep?"
When she was about to finish the glass of wine, her twin brother poked his head out from the next room and leaned half of his body outside. He was wearing a fluffy gray pajamas, with a little fur ball on the tip of the nightcap. It didn't match his fashionable clothes during the day at all, which made Wanda couldn't help but smile. But then she put away her smile. She was always so cold and indifferent, as if nothing could touch her heart.
"Can't sleep." She replied lightly, "You're not asleep yet."
"I have insomnia," Peter said, "And you should, um, wear more clothes. Seriously, don't you feel cold?" He patted his thigh, rolled his eyes, and secretly admired his sister's good figure. Liked it.
Erik's call over dinner wasn't useless. On the contrary, it was very useful, at least Peter was shaken by that call. He knew what kind of man Erik was, and if he wanted such a man to say such things, there was no other way but love.
But he didn't know what to do. At that moment, his thought was that it would be better if he was younger than Nina. All he had to do was be moved to tears, then yell "Dad" and throw himself into his arms. But as an adult? Peter really didn't know what a good reaction would be.
For Peter, there is no doubt about his mother's love for him. She raised him up and taught him all kinds of things he could and couldn't do. She often scolded him and often scolded him, but it was difficult to really touch him. That's not to say that Peter wouldn't run away. Before coming to the door, his mother was always a wall in front of Peter. If he wanted to find anything to do with Peter, he had to go through his mother's hurdle.
And at the same time, this call caused a lot of trouble to Wanda.
So the twins' answer to their father was - can you give us some time?
Faced with this answer, no matter how nervous Erik was, he couldn't say 'no'.
"I will still take revenge." Wanda said softly, her voice as light as a kisser's eyes stagnating when she heard this sentence, "I will not stay here forever."
Her fingers stroked the smooth outer wall of the wine glass, a little bit of hatred seeping into her expression.
"I once had a home - in a remote neighborhood. It may not be as big or as nice as this house, but our family lived a very ordinary and contented life. My adoptive parents were both working class and sent me to a public school. , my grades were very good. Before the missile ruined everything, I was still choosing which high school to go to, because many high schools were willing to admit me." Wanda chuckled, "Then that morning, everything No more. I hid under the bed, looking at the Stark Industries logo on the missile, counting down my own death. I will never forget that feeling."
"But - but this can also be your home. New." Peter said this without thinking.
"No one can replace anyone," Wanda said, "Our father is very good, Charles is very good, Harry and Nina are very good, but I also have things I need to do. If I don't take revenge, then my adoptive father and mother will Did you die in vain?"
No one asked why Wanda was locked up, no one asked her why she broke into the Avengers Tower, neither Erik nor Charles. This was their consideration and respect, but Wanda had vowed never to forget this hatred.
She said: "When some people die, just a leaf turns into dust. When some people die, many things will collapse. If I didn't have this ability, I would be the former, and now I have this ability." , why don’t I try to make my family the latter?”
"But -" Peter scratched his hair and had many words stuck in his mouth. He didn't know what to say first, "That's killing people! Think about it - okay, maybe I don't have enough weight. Do you think about my mother?" She is very worried about you! She went to find Erik for you, even though she was very, very afraid of him!"
"Oh, you will never be enough in my heart." Wanda said, "But - this is something I have wanted to do since a few years ago. You have to know that if you want me to give up on this, it is Very difficult."
But when she said this, she still couldn't help but think about her biological mother, whom she had never met before——
——What if she fails? Maybe Erik and Charles can live peacefully, but how will her biological mother cry? Will her biological mother, who is just an ordinary person and has no ability to protect herself, go to jail? And peter, that was her twin brother, half of her, she had to think about them.
She let out a long sigh into the night sky.
"It's hard to let go of hate," Wanda said.
"But, that wasn't even the order of Mr. Stark himself."
The boy's voice was a little confused, and suddenly there was a conversation between the two siblings. When they looked towards the room on the far right, they saw the boy standing sleepily on the balcony talking, "This is right for him. It’s not too unfair.”
"You peeked into my memory." Wanda said sternly, "You also eavesdropped."
Her eyes were like the glint on a sharp blade. She almost wanted to shout for her sister's life, but Harry's face suddenly turned red.
"Sorry, I didn't mean it - I couldn't control it when I was sleeping, it spread everywhere," Harry complained. "When I woke up, I realized that it was your memory including hearing your conversation. I really didn't It was intentional and I’m sorry.”
I don't know why, but since Sazar took something from his head, his ability has skyrocketed. It is no longer as stable as it was when he was in elementary school, at least for telepathy.
He is more sensitive and sharp than before, it is easier to sense other people's emotions, and it is even easier to see other people's memories. Sometimes Harry really has the urge to hit the wall, because there are always things that he cannot and should not see. Such as now.
"Hey, wait?" Peter said, as if he finally found a suitable reason, he said excitedly, "I think Harry is right? It's so unfair for you to treat that Mr. CEO - I heard He is quite a good person, he donates money to charity and so on, and his family doesn’t do it now, well, that means the arms industry has stopped.”
Wanda said: "I know."
But her look gave no indication of her approval.
"Okay, maybe what is said on TV is not true," Peter said, "but they just sell missiles! Instead of killing him, why not kill the people who started the war? Or those who dropped missiles in civilian areas? Missile scum!”
"Our abilities cannot be used to kill people." Harry said immediately, "In that case, what is the difference between us and bad guys?"
r shrugged: "They kill good people and innocent people, and we kill bad people?"
Harry said: "That won't work either!"
He said very seriously: "My father has told me since I was a child that we have this ability and are given this ability by fate in order to become better people - in every sense."
r shrugged again and spread his hands: "Okay, it's whatever Charles says. Just like I am willing to kill people."
"I don't know what I'm going to do in the future." Finally, Wanda said, her face had returned to its emotionless look, "I think at least I have to finish something before I think about revenge."
"For example, meet my mother." Peter said firmly, and quickly said before Wanda could refute: "Objection is invalid, objection is invalid, objection is invalid!! You must meet her, otherwise she will go crazy!!!"
So Wanda stopped talking and grinned knowing that this was the default meaning.
Harry also breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't have to discuss the issue of killing. He was also very happy: "Well, since you all have insomnia, why don't we go down and make some hot cocoa?"
"Good idea, I agree!"
"Can."
Malfoy poked at the fried eggs on his plate boredly.
Today was Harry's second day away from school, and he was already feeling completely bored. First of all, he returned to the days when he had a follower behind him and was obsessed with Pansy from time to time - God knows why, as long as Harry was around, Pansy didn't dare to get close. Secondly, without Harry, he and Muggle Granger could quarrel within three sentences, and the more they quarreled, the more boring they became. In the end, neither of them liked talking to each other about anything other than academic matters.
Finally - the result of the above two reasons is that he is now very empty and lonely, because he feels that he is surrounded by a bunch of idiots, which makes him very uncomfortable, as if someone has put a pea under his velvet sheets. Feeling diaphragmatic.
"Oh, you don't look very good," Pansy said worriedly, "Did that mudblood from nowhere give you extra labor services again?"
Oh, again.
His face became even worse. The professor's temper has been very bad these days, so of course, just like Snape punishing Neville for detention when he was in a bad mood and finding fault with Harry, the ungrateful one also made Young Master Malfoy uncomfortable.
"It's none of your business, Pansy," he said through gritted teeth. He knew how many people were watching his jokes now because he was repeatedly punished. "With my father here, how dare he really do anything to me? ? He didn’t even lose a few points from the academy, it was just some painless work."
For example, waving the wand five hundred times, chanting the spell three hundred times, copying books, cleaning the classroom, and dealing with some very common magical creatures (although some are insurmountable), but there is nothing more extreme. I believe this is what he has always done. attitude played a role.
He also once said something to the supervisor on the side when he was exhausted, for example, what would my father do if you did this to me——
Then the man whose name was unknown, only an ordinary Muggle surname, and whose face was not revealed spoke to him coldly, with a terrifyingly cold voice.
"If you are just a weakling who relies on your father to survive, you might as well just crash into the wall of Gryffindor Tower and die now."
He was so shocked at the time that he almost immediately wanted to scold him: "How dare you say that to me!" !
The man snorted coldly, as if he could tell what he was thinking, and interrupted him directly: "You spend the whole day with Xavier and Granger - one of them beat everyone in dueling class, and the other Almost all of them are excellent, but they are different from you. They all come from the Muggle world, and how much preschool education have you received since childhood?"
After saying that, he sneered.
"Aside from your father, your family, and your advanced experience, what other leverage do you have to gain a foothold?"
At that moment, she was so embarrassed and angry that she wanted to pounce on him and tear his mouth apart: "Of course I do!! How dare you humiliate and belittle me like this!! Oh, I see, it turns out you are that kind of person - I know they are like this People, they envy the heritage of pure blood and take pleasure in humiliating pure blood, thinking that this can make themselves a little nobler——"
"Unfortunately, I am also a pureblood, and I am not proud of it. Listen, you are relying on your father to show off your power now," the man said without scruple, "one day you will suffer because of him. . And by that time, you may have turned into a complete coward, a weakling, having a noble name but being unable to do anything."
He said: "Tell me Malfoy, why do you think you can compete with Xavier and Granger?"
At that time, I broke out in cold sweat, my hands and feet became cold, and the hand holding the wand trembled slightly. He was not stupid, he realized one thing at that moment -
——This man clearly had a purpose for targeting him and saying these words to him!
