Harry was dizzy when Scott lifted him from the bed, and by the time Peter and Scott fought hard to snatch him back and carry him in and out of the fireplace, his sleepiness had completely disappeared.
"I don't mind being woken up from the bed at all," Harry yawned and said inside the heads of the two of them. "At least it's almost dawn in the UK - but I'm very interested in the way of waking up like picking up a school bag. Opinion."
Peter immediately shouted to Scott: "I told you that it would make him uncomfortable if you pulled him like that!"
"Are you as comfortable as holding a doll like this?"
"Why don't you find Kurt...I mean he can teleport!"
"Don't you think I don't want to? Brother, who asked Warren to take him out on vacation!! They - oh my God, they almost finished their honeymoon vacation!!! They won't come back until at least three days!!"
While they were talking, neither of them forgot to take steps forward, and Peter did not use his super speed to avoid causing any damage to his fragile little brother's spine. Harry looked around hazily, and what he saw was a group of people in pajamas in the corridor. Students, obviously, this is at school, this is in the middle of the night.
And when he was put down, what he saw was a sweaty Jean, who was mumbling something in his sleep that no one could hear, but couldn't wake up anyway, which shocked him.
Jean suffered from severe psychological trauma and frequent nightmares. When Charles just took her to school, he didn't even care about Harry, who was only a few years old. He temporarily left his son to Raven, Hank, Alex and Sean. To take care of her (a very frantic and frantic care), to accompany the little red-haired girl who was stuck in nightmares all day long. Even when she was sleeping, she would sit next to her in a wheelchair, using her telepathic abilities to comfort her and let her sleep. Can sleep peacefully.
——But I haven’t had this problem for a long time.
"The professor is busy, and we don't want to disturb him," Scott said softly and anxiously, "See if you can do it - we can't find anyone else who can enter Jean's dream except you."
Harry nodded and told him not to worry. Then he reached out and held Jean's hand, letting his mind slowly enter the other person's realm of thinking. Then he found that it was unexpectedly easy. Jean's mind was filled with panic and fear. , she didn't have a single line of defense, and even a non-experienced person like Harry could get in.
The moment he successfully broke through, Harry felt a burning sensation. He was startled and looked around, only to realize that under the cover of dim light, this room had been slightly corroded, including the paintings, sculptures, and tabletops, with hissing white gas coming out, as if sulfuric acid had been poured on it. The corroded interior is also exposed on the top, which looks quite terrifying.
This undoubtedly means that Jean's power is out of control - but Harry never knew that Jean could do this to such an extent. She will always be a big sister in front of him. Although she has always been alienated from most people, Harry has always been like her. The best sibling, the latter occasionally teaches the former how to freely use the power that is not quite his own.
Harry had to raise his head to pull Scott, asking him in his head to disperse the people in the corridor - at least those younger than him could not enter this room, and the latter complied after a confused expression on his face.
"Jean," Harry couldn't help but squeeze the red-haired girl's hand worriedly. She was breathing heavily, which of course made Harry stand closer and try to call her, "Jean————je—— —”
He covered his head. A buzzing sound that seemed to be attacked by noise made it impossible for him to continue to speak a few words. He even felt the pain of his thoughts being burned in his senses - but when When he took a few steps back, the pain disappeared without a trace.
Harry tentatively walked back and sat beside Jean's bed, but his head exploded painfully again - flames, no, volcanoes, no, magma, no, or was that... what was it that was worse? The earth is cracked, houses are destroyed, no, no, no, there are more and worse things besides this - the sky is so heavy that it seems to be falling, the old people, young people, women and children are crying all the time - no No no no no--
"...arry, harry!! harry!!!"
Harry was horrified, as if he had woken up from a nightmare, and collapsed on the ground. He called his Peter to pick him up quickly, and reached in from the collar to touch his back like Nina who was running wild outside. Sure enough, he could feel cold sweat on his back, and the boy was trembling with coldness all over, as if he had just been fished out of a hell.
At this moment, Jean also let out a loud gasping sound, and then suddenly woke up together with Harry. She finally sat up, and Scott immediately stepped forward to pat her back like Peter, and asked her in a low voice what was going on. Sample.
"...Peter." Harry was in a trance, and only opened his mouth when he saw the silver-haired young man, making mouth shapes silently.
"It's me, sweetheart," Peter coaxed him softly, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, what happened to you? What did you see? Are you okay now? How about we go find Charles?"
——What did I see?
Harry, for a moment, was not sure whether he was really dreaming or whether he was really feeling something. He blinked, raised his head, and looked at each other. The two people who were in shock wanted to say something, but neither dared. Say it.
"You'd better go and call dad over. I...I'll make a dreamless potion for Jean," Harry said in their heads, and he was very careful not to pass on any information he just saw to them. He shook his head. He stood up unsteadily and walked out of the room with Peter's help.
"Your hand!" When Peter grabbed his hand, he saw the extra holes in his hand with sharp eyes and took a breath, "How could this happen!"
Only then did Harry feel a belated sting on the back of his hand. He lowered his head and saw that the thin layer of skin on the back of his hand had been corroded, and while it was bleeding, white gas was hissing in places. He subconsciously resisted the desire to turn his head, but Jean got out of bed and carefully grabbed his hand to check the wound. She then grabbed his other hand and found a smaller wound of the same type on his forearm. If it hadn't been known that this was caused by the leakage of Jean's ability, I'm afraid the Children's Protection Association would have come to visit him when they saw this wound, and Harry was the poor little guy who looked like he had been poured acid or maliciously burned.
The red-haired girl grabbed Harry's hand and fell into silence after reading it. The expression on her face was heavy and rarely revealed a hint of sadness, and she couldn't even express a single word of self-blame.
"I'm fine," Harry comforted her, "I have the potion, remember. I'll be fine soon. It doesn't require long-term treatment. It's just a small injury. I bruised it in the morning - I'm a boy, aunt." It’s okay for boys to fall a few more times.”
Scott gave Jean a 'yes' gesture behind his back. Although he was wearing sunglasses, it didn't prevent him from seeing this at all. If Jean hadn't been there at this moment, he might have picked up Harry and spun him around a few times. Praise him for a job well done.
"Go quickly." Jean forced a smile after he opened his eyes and told lies. She raised her hand, and her fingertips were originally intended to touch the boy's face, which had become thinner recently, but she remembered that she was covered in cold sweat, and her palms were too. After it was cold, he stopped, but Harry moved his face very quickly, rubbed it against the beautiful girl's hand, and winked like a coquettish kitten, which made the girl really smile and patted him. His head urged, "Go quickly."
Peter then took away his younger brother who had to turn around every step he took, and whispered to him: "Don't move, yes, I'm talking about you, don't move your hands, we have to go back to find that thing... you Can you walk through the fireplace like this? No, if you do this we have to extort some of Hank's inventory..."
…………
Unfortunately, Hank was not in the room, so the blackmail was not established.
"Why does he have so many...I mean your things? Magic and stuff?" Peter watched Harry running around in Hank's laboratory to get things, and guessed, "Has he learned how to do owl mail order?"
"No, he just has a scientist's heart." Harry first found a bottle of white fresh food. He was puzzled to find that the experiment had probably failed many times. The bottle was almost used up to only one tenth, but he still twisted the bottle. Open it, pour it on your wound, and carefully consider the dosage, "These are for him to use for experiments... We all felt that these were based on scientific theories, so we bought a lot of materials and finished potions. I also bought a set of utensils.”
Peter leaned over to take a look, and saw five drops of medicine dripping on the back of Harry's hand, and the wound hissed with white smoke again, making his teeth sore - but after this slight burst of white smoke, the horrific gash was not only It no longer bleeds and has healed. The new flesh growing on it convinced Peter that the potion had allowed the wound to skip several treatment sessions.
Harry put a few more drops on his forearm, then set up the crucible and skillfully prepared the dreamless potion - the so-called water of life and death. At the same time, he naturally thought about what he had just seen, to be precise, what he saw in Jean's dream.
It wasn't a good sight, but it didn't seem to be a nightmare either - it was truly terrifying. Not only did it trap Jean, but Harry was almost trapped too. If Peter hadn't been shaking to death and calling him, he might have followed Jean. If he still can't wake up, he will still scare his father in the end, which is not good. Jean's appearance is enough to worry him.
Harry stretched out his hand and tested the temperature in the crucible with his fingertips and experience. Judging from the water vapor emerging, he waited for three seconds before gently shaking off the powder ground from the roots of the orchids, and then used the stirring rod. Stir carefully and regularly three times and wait for the next step after cooking.
During this process, he couldn't help but start thinking.
What did he see? What did he see? Was that really what he saw? What does jean think? What would dad do if he found out?
If that vision really comes true - what will the world do?
what should I do?
Harry stared at the liquid in the crucible in trance, thinking about questions that many people would not think about naively after they were ten years old. Every boy has a heroic dream in childhood, saving the city, the country, and the world. The emergence of superheroes and supervillains has catalyzed this trend, but no one really wants to hear that 'this planet is about to be destroyed.'
"What are these, let me take a look... Oh, I understand, I understand, precision instruments cannot be touched." While Harry was thinking, Peter was running around, up and down in this large laboratory. He was running around, even rummaging around to peek at some things. When Harry heard him make a loud noise, he turned around to look at him. The latter immediately raised his hands to show his innocence, and then opened a leather box and showed it to him. "Isn't this some kind of scientific instrument? It's too expensive and hard to touch, as everyone knows."
Thinking of Charles smiling and saying that Peter had been bored for a long time and became a first-rate young thief - of course he is no longer that - Harry couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
The box looked very old. It seemed to be a real leather box. The corners were covered with gold and the capacity was very large. When Peter opened it and lifted it up, he was not afraid that the contents would fall out. Harry was just taking a look at it. , but this sight was so extraordinary that he was stunned for a moment.
"...What? Is there any magic spell on it that caught your eye? Or is it a magic pattern?" Peter held up the box and looked around in confusion. He found no trace. He closed the box and shook it. There was no other sound. Then he handed the box over (he didn't dare to throw it away, if he broke the crucible, maybe Harry would choke him in anger).
Harry quickly took the box, reopened the lock, and picked up a neatly folded small blanket inside... It felt soft and warm, and was made of the same raw material as Harry's expensive blue cloak. Warm down was woven into it, and he shook it, probably to prevent the user from choking on the down. No matter how hard he shook the blanket, he couldn't get rid of any down. Instead, it made a jingling sound, and used one for some unknown purpose. , maybe the key used to lock the box can be dropped on the ground.
When unfolded, it could only cover the part above Harry's neck, and it was not even a shawl. When Harry unfolded it, he even found that it was glowing with a layer of fine shimmer, and at the same time, there was a small golden snitch walking flexibly on it. , just like those portraits from Hogwarts, only more QQ and cuter.
This is undoubtedly the swaddling of a baby.
This was undoubtedly Harry's swaddling clothes when he was a child. Just like his father said, one night, he was wrapped in it and came to his father's door under the holly tree. From then on, his miserable and glorious life began. The surname Xavier started over.
Harry looked at this small blanket and thought about his parents who didn't even have portraits left. He couldn't help but feel a sore nose and red eyes.
Maybe I am not even a filial son. He thought, I didn’t even think of visiting my old home.
——But it is said that that place has been turned into a memorial place?
Thinking of this, Harry felt even sadder - the day his parents died had become an anniversary.
This would have been an irreparable tragedy for their family - but for those who visited the memorial site, it was a good day, a good day when the world was finally at peace, and an absolutely good day when the Dark Lord left. .
For Harry, this will always be the day he lost his parents.
Humans are such strange creatures - Harry has also celebrated many activities, some of which were organized in the name of celebrity memorial days, some of which were street parades - but when this happened to him and his parents, he just It's sad that I can't be happy with everyone.
I should go visit the grave. He remembered it in passing and felt ashamed that he had never thought of it.
The boy squatted down holding the blanket, feeling a little melancholy and guilty.
——I must visit my parents’ graves at Christmas time. He made this decision.
Peter didn't know what was wrong with him, so he quickly patted his head as a comforting gesture of "Don't cry, don't cry, be good".
"This is what my parents left behind. It was the one that wrapped me in it," Harry explained while rubbing his eyes. He folded the blanket again and put it into the box. There was actually a wand in the box. Harry picked it up and looked at it. Look, nothing can be seen except that it is made of yew - I heard that his parents are not wands made of this material - and the key that fell on the ground was seen by Peter. The young man bent down to fish it out and took the key. Picked it up from the ground: "Hey, Harry, look - I don't see the lock. Is this key a lock or something? Did you drop it?"
Harry groaned and covered his mouth to silence because of the pain in his throat. Peter put the key, which was not as long as Peter's finger, in the palm of his hand and showed it to Harry. Harry naturally reached out to take it -
——The moment his fingertips touched the key, a strange feeling like a hook in the navel swept over the two of them. Peter even looked weird and covered his stomach with his free hand, and looked at Harry. They also looked back at each other blankly.
If Peter were asked to evaluate this matter—an afterthought evaluation—he would say:
"I should have yelled, 'Oh, it's us again. Are we going to form a Brothers' Bizarre Adventures group?' It would have been more appropriate!!"
boom.
Half a second later, the air was distorted, and no one was left in this place, only the second boiling cauldron was left simmering there.
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As soon as Neville entered the restaurant, he heard an extremely loud and loud argument.
His heart trembled subconsciously, shaking because of fear, but he soon calmed down - this was no more terrifying than the Acromantula.
No matter how good humans are, they are always more reasonable than Acromantulas. He comforted himself in this way, and besides, the quarrel was not at the gryffindor's long table, and it would not affect him at all.
Then he took his usual seat safely, but was really shocked.
Hermione, who was sitting on his right, was sharpening her plate with a knife. She looked like she was holding her breath, but was trying not to let it out. Ron on the other side of him had a similar expression, and even Ginny was holding her breath. He held his little fists and looked unhappy. Not only that, a small group of gryffindor people, as well as the ravenclaw next door to them, were all watching the quarrel.
Neville carefully looked at the faces of the people around him and judged that some of them were angry, some were watching the fun, some were confused... and there were already people whispering at the other end of the long table.
Out of curiosity, he looked at the place where the quarrel was happening tremblingly, and then his jaw dropped——
——Malfoy and Nott, two noble Slytherins, actually ignored their grace and sat on top with the professors, having such a sharp and loud quarrel!
This is very embarrassing! Although Neville didn't have any noble consciousness, he was taught this by his uncle. He said that if he looked so ugly in public, he would lose the face of the Longbottom family.
Nott Forget it, does Malfoy--does he mean that Malfoy doesn't want to lose face? !
He quietly and carefully asked Hermione: "What happened."
Hermione took a deep breath...and then another breath. Neville, who looked ugly, was almost afraid that the next second she would hold the plate on her hips and hit Slytherin's long table like she was hitting Ron with a tome. past.
"They're up to something new again," one of the Weasley twins, Fred, said nonchalantly, "Nott said Harry might not be the same Harry after all—"
"…………???"
neville felt confused.
"That's what it means," someone answered, "The one they said should sit on the Ravenclaw table is not the savior Harry Potter at all. They said he had been missing for ten years and might have been replaced by someone long ago, Nott said People from the Ministry of Magic visited his house once. They were a group of weird and evil Muggles who were not wizards and beat up the Ministry of Magic officials, but the boy was very close to them - Merlin, if this is true - "
When Neville thought, "This is all a ridiculous slander," he had to put down his fork, raised his still round face, and looked at the other party seriously. Since the news of him killing the Acromantula spread, his reputation and status - let's count status, in short, everyone does respect this fat second-year guy a lot - the other party felt uncomfortable when he looked at him, and then He lowered his head before he finished speaking.
"This is slander," he said. "It can't be true, but you can't talk like that-"
"His scars are gone too—"
"That's cured."
"But we haven't seen it before... He covered his forehead so tightly with his bangs! Maybe he has a guilty conscience..."
With a clang, Hermione threw the fork and spoon together on the plate, picked up her schoolbag, turned around and left in a menacing manner, while Ron couldn't help it anymore and said to the third grader who was talking:
"Merlin, isn't it wrong not to cut your bangs these days?! Why don't you go to the long table over there and help Nott make a new joke!"
