When Wanda stepped into the door of Xavier's house, she saw a very wonderful scene - the ingredients were all floating in the air, and the boy with a platinum head was holding a magic wand and muttering something while standing in the small Look at the contents of the pot on the bench. -乐-文-小-说-
Wanda stood at the door of the kitchen and watched for a while. Her eyes shifted from potatoes to cheese, thinking that this was probably the scene of making lunch.
"Why are you floating ingredients in the air?"
She leaned against the door with her arms folded and raised her eyebrows.
As if he was frightened, all the ingredients fell down with a swipe. If the boy hadn't shouted a spell in a hurry, all the ingredients would have suffered.
"Phew - it's very impolite to make a sudden noise while standing behind others, madam!" After saving the ingredients, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then said angrily that he was scared, "It's not like I'm that Harry guy, Shi All magic is so smooth that even if you hit him, he won't react."
"Are you cooking?"
Wanda said a little uncertainly.
"Otherwise? Do I look like I'm cooking a potion?" He said angrily to the person whom Harry called 'um... she should be a sister', "Because your little sister was left to me, Since she said she was hungry, I can't abuse children. Damn it, Harry doesn't even have a housekeeping spell book in his room. How on earth did he cook..."
Wanda sighed, walked directly to the refrigerator, opened the bottom freezer layer, and took out a few frozen items.
"...What is this?" Staring at her, she put the box into the microwave.
"Pasta, red wine beef and gratin, Harry has prepared them before, just heat them up and you can eat them." Wanda pressed the button, put the microwave on and then turned around and took out the toast and bread machine, nonchalantly Said, "I think you have to learn how to use technology, otherwise you have to order takeout every day - put down all the food. Harry uses Piao for cooking because Charles won't let him hold a knife. Don't waste any food."
And you don’t have the ability to deal with it in the air and then put it in the pot. Wanda, who had seen magic cooking, thought to herself.
After standing on the bench thinking for a long time, his face turned red and white. Finally, he angrily turned off the stove and jumped off the bench. He shook the second-hand wand he bought from Sirius, and the ingredients fell on the chopping board one by one.
"Who wants to learn how to use weird Muggle gadgets?" he muttered.
If Harry were here, he would laugh and say, 'If you want to say that, you have to move the computer and home theater out of your room first', but it's Wanda here, so she doesn't comment on it.
"wanda~~~~"
Nina rushed downstairs with a big white dog in her arms. The kid's legs and feet were very strong. Wanda opened her hands and got ready, but she rushed back a few steps.
"Whose dog is this?" Wanda looked at the dog snoring comfortably in Nina's arms and turned to ask.
"Gifted from next door." The corner of his mouth twitched.
"Sent from next door? I remember the cat next door raised?" Wanda was even more confused.
"Obviously they feel that having a cat is not enough fun," she looked at the unknown breed of dog with disgust, "and they feel like they can't take care of a dog... She kept crying and said that the dog didn't want to leave. The strong man next door simply gave her the dog." After saying that, he curled his lips and said, "Two grown men actually have two pets, and there are no maids in their house."
It was so bitter to say it, but thinking about the strong figure of that blond man... I felt extremely envious. When he was thinking this, he even adjusted his collar and looked at his small body dejectedly, but when he thought about Harry's seemingly fragile body, he was comforted.
"It's her nature," Wanda stroked her little sister's soft long hair, "Dogs can be raised on the other side - if Charles and others find it inconvenient to raise dogs."
Xavier's house and Lensherr's house have long been connected. Although Lensherr's house has never been occupied, the basic facilities are complete, and it is more than enough to raise a dog. All the pets that Nina has purred are very obedient, as long as they leave food. He will take good care of himself and wait for the little girl to go bald. Nina's several beloved deer and pigeons are kept there.
"I hope she didn't cry out with her secret." Wanda said, "Charles doesn't want us to do this."
"I don't want to be dismantled by someone yet." He crossed his arms and groaned, "This is just like a wizard who has to keep a magic secret. Of course I know that it needs to be kept secret, and I don't need anyone to remind me."
Wanda looked at him with a half-smile, which made him feel frightened.
——To be honest, he really doesn’t have any other thoughts about Harry’s magical family. As he said to Harry, there are many families with secret powers in the world. One of his cousins, Tonks, is a natural Animagus. , changing one's appearance at will is as easy as drinking water and eating, which is not something everyone can do.
In the world of wizards, what you are afraid of is not being special, and what you are least afraid of is being special.
But Harry's...sister is different from others. He has seen other people in this family, and he feels that they are a mess. Charles is amiable, Erik is serious and scary, and Nina is still a little girl who loves to make trouble... ...But this beautiful sister with brown hair is different. She is beautiful, tall, and has mysterious abilities. She seems to be inaccessible - but such a person is not stingy about giving Harry a smile.
She is like a person wearing a cloak, dangerous and mysterious but difficult to predict. Every glance can make people tremble.
His instinct told him that if he offended her, he would be in big trouble.
He couldn't help but think of another person who really wore a cloak all day long, and then he shivered in disgust.
Oh Merlin, let's not forget about the dark and mood-ruining holiday.
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"I... I'm really, really sorry, kid." Mrs. Drake poured Harry a glass of juice apologetically, and Harry quickly took the juice and nodded in thanks.
"How did we teach you?" Mr. Drake was sternly reprimanding his youngest son, "You do it when you lose your temper again? I thought you had learned a lesson in this matter!"
"It was these weirdos who locked the door first!" the eight-year-old boy said angrily, "They used those weird tricks at home..."
"Harry didn't lay a finger on you," Bobby said, suppressing his anger in front of his parents. Maybe it was because he had been locked up for a long time, and he, who had always been a good boy, couldn't help but get angry, "He's just He did the same thing as you - yes, I'm talking about you locking the door to my room - not to mention that he didn't mean to hurt you, and he gave you chocolate! He just wanted you to sit down and have a good relationship. We were talking, but you pushed him!"
"I'm your brother, who is he?" the boy blushed and yelled, "who are you helping? Look what he got, it's a box that can jump out of a chocolate frog, who can Who knows if I will turn into a frog if I eat it! Who would eat something given by a witch!"
John gritted his teeth: "Hey, Bobby, how about I turn your brother into a roasted frog, what do you think?"
After hearing the words "jump out of the chocolate frog's box," the Drakes were stiff for a moment, but they slowly breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Bobby nonchalantly taking off a frog leg and stuffing it into his mouth to chew out a mouthful of chocolate.
"Oh, then everyone in our school will turn into frogs." John sneered, "This thing is very popular."
"Give me a time-out too - he doesn't know it's edible. How old is he? How old are you?" Bobby glared at him.
"It's your bullshit attitude that makes him so arrogant." John snorted and turned his head.
It's your attitude that makes Bobby's parents so frightened. Harry couldn't help but think so while holding chocolates next to him.
"Let's be honest now - this guy has to go back to school when school starts." John crossed his legs and pointed at Bobby in a very stylish way, "He can't learn anything in an ordinary school. He is naturally better than ordinary people. To be strong, he can have the future he deserves if he is with us."
It sounds pretty good, but why does it sound like a line from a gangster movie?
"You mean, you... you are all..." Mrs. Drake said with some difficulty, "You are all... people with that kind of ability?"
"Madam, this is just a genetic mutation," Harry coughed a few times and sat upright to explain, "It seems that some people have too long arms and some people have heterochromatic pupils. My father's research shows that all of these are It is an evolution of human beings, and it is an evolution for the better. You don’t need to be afraid of anything, because as long as you learn to control it, this ability will not trouble anyone at all. On the contrary, it will also be our protector in times of danger. .”
Harry thought for a moment, glanced at Bobby's brother, and continued: "I remember that when dad met Bobby, he used his ability to save Corvis."
"What?!" Mr. and Mrs. Drake exclaimed.
"It was winter, right?" Harry confirmed to Bobby.
Bobby chewed the chocolate frog, turned his head and nodded, not looking at his parents' expressions.
"When Corvis was skating on the lake, the ice under his feet was actually not very strong anymore." Harry explained, "A child next to him accidentally bumped him, and the ice he fell on had almost melted... ...If Bobby hadn't refrozen it, what do you think would have happened to him?"
"You lied," Corvis couldn't help but say, "I didn't know about this! How did you know about it!"
Harry scratched his face: "Well, because I was learning to draw in a park that day..."
Charles has a good artistic quality and has taught Harry a variety of things. That day, Harry wanted to draw a snow scene, so Charles took him to the park. There were many trees by the lake, and it looked particularly beautiful with a layer of snow. Harry He likes to run there, and Charles follows him, sitting next to him happily watching his son draw.
As a result, they found Bobby like this.
"It doesn't matter if you don't believe it," Harry said calmly, "Things are there, existence means existence, and non-existence means non-existence."
As long as we remember. He muttered to himself.
"We always thought...Bobby went to an ordinary gifted academy." Mr. Drake's tone was softer, probably because these were a group of children, "But we never thought he could have such... …Such a ‘talent’.”
"Dad..." Bobby called in a low voice.
"You said your father has done research in this area," Mrs. Drake grabbed Harry's hand with some pleading, "So, son, does your father know how to cure this, this, this kind of thing?"
"Cure!" John was so angry that he almost jumped up, "This is not a disease!"
"I'm sorry, madam," Harry had not expected this situation. After all, not everyone can accept it calmly, so he responded gently, "This is not a disease... What do you think?"
"You're all kids, so you might think this is a gift from God," Mr. Drake said. "You might think... you think it's cool. But we have to think more about it - if other people find out about this, what will others do? What do you think of him? We hope he can be an ordinary talent, go to a good university, and find a good girlfriend... But if he is a mutant and has this kind of mutation, he will always live in fear of hiding his secret!" He glanced at his younger son, "And it will also make it easier for him to alienate others."
"I still remember the early years," Mrs. Drake said, "The government once... Well. This is what my father told me." She sighed, "I don't understand this either, but... although now It's nothing serious, but... I just want my son to have an ordinary life." She lowered her eyes and said in a low voice, with a very weak voice, "Just an ordinary life."
"Other than this ability, there is no difference between us and ordinary people." Bobby took a few steps forward and said to his parents with a pale face but very insistently, "I--I don't think I will be unhappy because of this in the future. .”
He looked at his parents, then at his younger brother, and finally made the next decision sadly.
"If you can't accept it," he said, "I will not go home again. We also have means to prevent you from leaving bad memories..."
In front of his parents' panicked eyes, he raised his hand to signal them to stop talking.
"...But I will not give up my abilities, my current school, classmates, and teachers." The thirteen-year-old boy, who was called the 'Iceman' by his classmates, straightened his back, crossed his hands on his knees, and said seriously Said, "The one who has these is myself and Bobbydrake. Without these, I am gone. This is a matter of principle."
Harry could clearly see that John, who had a disdainful look on his side, now grinned.
"That's good enough." He heard John say, and then saw him secretly close the lighter in his hand.
——When did you find it?
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When Harry came out of Bobby's house with a bag of snacks in his arms, it was raining slightly.
Bobby's parents finally decided to discuss the matter slowly. It was difficult for them to accept mutants, but they couldn't stop Bobby from deciding his own path so decisively.
But at least, they allowed Bobby to connect with his mutant friends for the time being.
Before going out, John still couldn't hold it back and secretly lit Corvis's butt. Bobby took him to do some activities, while Harry planned to get back to the car like this, where a whole car of people was waiting for him.
——Besides, leaving Nina and Nina at home, well, he really wasn't worried that the guy didn't know how to use a microwave. What would Nina do if she was hungry?
"It's raining..." He looked at the sky with his hands on his hips under the eaves with a headache, muttering to himself, "How about we go back and ask Bobby to borrow an umbrella?"
Suddenly, he just raised his head and saw a man wrapped in a cloak, holding a black umbrella, standing on the other side of the road. The figure was so familiar that Harry couldn't help but exclaim.
And this man was actually walking towards Harry.
"……professor?"
The black umbrella finally stopped on Harry's head, and a pleasant smell of tobacco followed. The man under the cloak revealed a graceful chin and his voice was deep.
"Go on." He put the handle of the black umbrella into Harry's hand, and tapped the boy's shoulder with his wand. A cloak came out from the tip of the wand, wrapping the boy tightly, and when Harry grasped it unprepared, While holding the umbrella handle and tugging on the cloak, the man turned and left.
"...Ah? Wait, wait, professor, I don't..."
Harry was just about to say that I could borrow an umbrella when the man disapparated in the rain with a pop.
"..."
Harry stood there blankly, holding the black umbrella and making no sound.
The umbrella handle still retained the warmth of the man's hand, and the smell of tobacco was still lingering in the air, but the owner of the umbrella disappeared without a trace, as if he had never appeared in front of Harry.
...This is so weird. he thinks.
"...White, long hair?"
Finally, Harry looked at the empty street, thinking about the corner of the cloak he had just glimpsed, and said unconsciously.
