"Have you finished painting there?"
Rogue held about half a bucket of paint with two fingers and asked John who was walking towards her.
"My drawing is not accurate," John waved his hand, "The one we were assigned is too difficult, let Bobby do it, I will help you draw this one - is this really useful? Some ghost drawing symbols, really?"
"Harry said this is the safest option at the moment," Rogue handed him the paint bucket, which contained half a bucket full of red paint, mixed with pure water, gold and silver powder and plant ashes, making it sticky and ugly. It smells bad, "It's earthy, but it's suitable for everyone, since we only have one wizard."
"As long as someone comes close, they will be pushed out by the protective circle formed by these runes." Rogue handed him the brush and sprinkled some soil and grass from the basket on the side to cover up the runes she had drawn. , "It's useless if you destroy it. You have to be careful."
"I know, I know," John said, "Anyway, you can just watch me draw."
Rogue nodded, with a heavy and tense expression on his face - Logan was also one of the people who went with Eric.
"What is Harry doing?" She asked John for the purpose of changing her mood.
"He started looking at the map as soon as he came back from his school -" John scrolled down, "To be honest, I leaned over and took a look - I didn't understand a word!!!"
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Harry held his breath and looked at a crystal ball. On the left was a world map, and on the right was a rubbing map with unclear lines and unmarked longitude and latitude lines. Peter was holding a pile of things he had just handwritten. I can read the translation very quickly.
"...So this guy was overthrown by the people?" He turned to the last page and murmured, "This is not normal. If he is really the first mutant in the world, he has other mutants. Guard, how could he be easily assassinated by a group of humans?!"
"Actually, is he dead? No." Jean said calmly, eyes fixed on the crystal ball just like Harry.
"But the other guards? Dead." Scott said in disbelief, "The collapsed temple crushed them to death."
"That's because the deepest part of the temple is originally underground," Harry said quickly without raising his head. At this time, he didn't look like the youngest son in the family and the most popular kid among a group of students, but like the youngest son in the family. An adult, with a tense look on his face, "The bucket will leak if it is missing a piece of wood, not to mention the house... They cut off the most critical beams, put in a few huge rocks, and smashed the original perfect temple structure to nothing. Of course, the collapse crushed everyone to death, and at the same time allowed the 'false god' to be suppressed... In fact, they succeeded after finding a good time. Moira's information said that was when he was at his weakest, and he was going from One old body is transferred to another, and he even acquires many abilities through this method."
This frightened Harry so much that his teeth chattered. Why was dad taken away by him? Why didn't this 'false god' hurt anyone and only took his father away?
They had already entered the secret room that was originally used to amplify Charles' abilities - Harry had the authority, which made him even more sad and painful. If he had been here at that time - the machines inside had been broken and had been violently dismantled. From the rest of the damage, they can deduce that the person who took Charles appeared so suddenly, and then he took Charles away, and then Erik resisted, and then Erik failed.
And Jean vaguely heard something in what he said just now - Harry heard it even in the UK.
Cairo, jean, Cairo.
This made them all relieved, because it meant that Charles was okay for the time being.
"He's still a damn parasite." Scott cursed, patted the information aside, and said irritably, "Why didn't I crush him to death?"
"I don't know," Harry replied dully, "But at least this method won't work - he will be on guard. As long as he doesn't go crazy and build the inner chamber of the temple underground, this method won't work."
"Why haven't you gotten better yet?" Scott was also unhappy. "Does this thing have any - oh! Peter, I'm warning you, you can't protect your brother like this anymore! You hit me again!"
"Scott!!" Jean shouted in a slightly higher voice, "Now is not the time for you boys to cause trouble!"
"Shh." Harry motioned for everyone to quiet down, and stared at the crystal ball with his green eyes, "It will be ready soon... To be honest, I have never used it. This crystal ball was bought by Ravenclaw, our divination teacher. It is said that there is no real talent, and no one teaches divination. I just study its principles, but——"
"——But in our time, the crystal ball can be used to briefly peek at the target." The portrait that was placed on a pile of books spoke at this time, his expression was gloomy and scary, obviously dissatisfied with Harry's speed, "If this was war time, your speed would make you miss everything."
If it were any other time, this sentence would have seemed too harsh to other people, but obviously this was a very critical time. Harry knew that what Salazar said was right, and now it was not his refutation, "This requires talent and experience." , and when it comes to skills, he can only continue concentrating.
Harry couldn't help but show a bitter look. He pursed his lips with a grimace, and once again made wonderful circles with his fingers according to the method Salazar said before. At the same time, he let the magic power release from his fingers, and attached to the crystal ball, and the crystal ball It started blinking like a charging light bulb.
This time, the round thing finally gave Harry a little face, and what appeared inside was a scene of a sky full of yellow sand.
"It's out!" Harry took a breath, and the other people immediately put down the information in their hands and gathered around to take a look. The four heads were divided into the southeast, northwest, and gathered together in front of a ball. Sure enough, they saw that the crystal ball looked like an LCD mobile phone. It showed an unfamiliar scene instead of the red tablecloth underneath, but because the ball was round, the picture was a little distorted.
"Where is this?" Peter asked.
"Cairo?" Jean said.
"I don't think I can see clearly." Scott said.
"I have to turn the angle a little bit more." Harry closed his eyes and moved his index finger a little, thinking like he was on fire, faster, faster, faster... Then the yellow sand in the sky disappeared, and the scene in the crystal ball looked like a game. Dragging the field of view changed the scene, and what appeared in front of them was a pyramid that was as standard as an Egyptian tourist attraction, or even more magnificent. The 'lens' was zoomed in very close, so close that the four of them could see the uniform men in silver armor patrolling the periphery. If the soldiers had not been mentally prepared, they would have thought it was the set of an ancient war blockbuster with a Roman or Egyptian theme.
This time, several people looked at the documents next to them - the building looked a bit like the rubbings on the documents!
It looked like they were in the right place.
"Can you go inside again!" Scott said anxiously, "Can you see inside? Can you find the professor and my brother?"
Harry was about to use magic on the crystal ball again, wanting to see more, when Li Qianhuan knocked on the door loudly and urgently outside.
"It's not good, come out!!" she said, "Although it's okay for the time being, a group of people did come outside! They were dressed strangely and even had guns! Although they couldn't get in, they had already started to set up a power grid. Something!!!”
"Are they all wearing silver armor like ancient warriors?" Scott looked at the crystal ball and rushed to the window to look. "Did the other party just come to us and plan to take them all away?"
No. After thinking about countermeasures in his mind, Harry suddenly came back to his senses like lightning. He also rushed to the window to take a look. Sure enough, he found a power grid similar to the one he saw in an underground arena last year and some equipment that he couldn't name. .
"...I said, they look like special forces." Scott said dryly.
"It's not like that, it's just." Peter said dryly.
"That's the special forces." Jean's face turned pale. "Specialized—specialized in dealing with us."
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felton hasn’t had a dream in a long time——
——Dreaming is a very annoying thing.
What’s good about dreaming? It is like the sea, the sea of consciousness, where you are washed at will, occasionally peeking into the present, occasionally encountering the past, and sometimes you are lucky enough to see what you think is the best thing in the world. At this time, you are full of joy, and you don’t think it is It's fake, you are really happy or painful for it, but everything disappears after you wake up in a cold sweat. Three hours later, you can't even remember a sentence so clearly. You are worse than the best liar in the world. Be good at deceiving feelings.
When he was young - this refers to the time when he could still ride a broomstick and show off above the Quidditch pitch - he was not a dreamer when he was young, but as he grew older, he dreamed more and more, When he was seventeen years old, he had constant nightmares. Dead people, people about to die, and extremely vicious colleagues, yes, colleagues, all competed to appear in his dreams. His dreams were all gray in tone, at best. White and black appeared, as if all the living colors in the world had gone to hell.
Later, the world finally became peaceful, or peaceful in a broad sense, and these nightmares became slightly less frequent. His days began to become dry and dry. When a person's emotions are not so changeable and there are not many things, he He was no longer sentimental, and at the same time he could face the pale face in his dream calmly.
But just like when a person is bored, he always pulls out all the DVDs at home and watches them all. He began to frequently dream about the time when that person's hands were still soft, oh no, this must be fake. Because that guy had become as thin as a dandelion early on, with a thin pole, a big messy head, and was a pitiful little creature abused by Muggles.
In fact, what kind of dream is this? I dreamed that I didn't belittle others, that I didn't lift my chin higher than the sky, or that I was as proficient at reading minds as Charles Xavier, and could see what was beating in that skinny little pitiful chest. A...fucking stubborn and overthinking heart, or a heart that just hates people like him?
felton hated memories and regrets - but when he always dreamed about that past in his dreams, he would always get a rare moment of anger after waking up from the dream.
In the dream, he really held that guy's hand, gained his smile and friendship, and how happy he was in that dream. He vaguely thought that he finally did it, and there would be no more messy things in the future, but After waking up from this weird, even weird, happy dream, he looked around his bedroom, always feeling extremely sad. The moment he woke up from the dream, he was half asleep, half awake, like a psycho, willing to hand over everything he had. Gold Galleons and Quidditch star models to keep that dream alive.
After waking up from the dream, he always likes to eat some soft sweets, such as cheesecake, waffles topped with countless syrups and cheese, such as fruit panna cotta... But he often bites the small spoon while eating. I think, if all these were fed into that person's belly, I'm afraid he wouldn't have such a thin body, and he would always have a standard body shape.
And then he gets infinitely annoyed by all of the above - it's not a weird experience he wants, but it always happens every time.
But having said that, dreams are annoying - that kind of dream will never appear no matter what, it is like digging an ordinary piece of land, no matter how much the shovel digs out, the treasure will not come out, that is to say, no matter how hard he digs, No matter how long you sleep, that kind of dream will never come again.
Later, Felton got older and older, not an old man but more like an old man, and his hair became the silvery white it is now. If he stooped and crossed the road, someone might come up from behind to help him, but when he dreamed, he became more and more confused. Many times, his style began to become magical. Sometimes he would dream of tombstones, sometimes he would dream of the pool of blood, and sometimes he would dream of running down a long corridor, unable to escape no matter what. Destination, even if he ran out of breath, he could not reach the front door... But in the end, what haunted him was the cross-country Christmas dance in the fourth grade. Every drumbeat and music of the band was so loud that it almost exploded in his ears. He opened the door, but he looked casually across the way, at the guy wearing the most ordinary suit. All night long, he thought about how to go up and ruffle the black hair that he had finally combed, but his timidity and feet felt like lead. Still unable to move, my heart is moved, but I refuse to move.
Sometimes Felton felt that it would have been better if he had gone up and rubbed it.
Rumble.
The sudden sound of the door opening woke Felton out of his memories. He turned his head, and as expected, he saw a boy with platinum hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, holding a skullcap wand in his hand, standing in front of him panting. stop.
"It's all chaos outside," Draco took a cup from the table next to him and drank it all. He didn't care that it was Felton's cup. He was out of breath and had blisters on his tongue because of the rush. " The public opinion is getting worse and worse - hell, Gilderoy Lockhart is actually spreading it everywhere. He has long felt that there is something wrong with Harry, saying that he is a dark wizard who drank age-reducing drugs and is the heir of Slytherin. The thing on his arm is undoubtedly It's a basilisk, Merlin, he guessed it right at random! Nott would sit on the ground like a fool and would repeat "Unforgivable Curse, this is the Unforgivable Curse" without even daring to fart. , what kind of idiots am I fighting against?! Harry is even better, he ran away without even telling me his destination, and he didn’t even take me with him!"
Draco made a similar accusing voice to Peter a few hours ago: "Can you imagine that he ran away without me?"
felton looked at him seriously from under the cloak for a long time, and asked him softly: "Why do I take you with me? Take you to get in the way?"
Draco: "……………………"
This statement was really not very flattering, and the boy's face suddenly turned blue with anger.
"Then, let me ask - what do you want to do?" Felton said calmly.
"This is what I want to ask - don't you favor Harry to the end," Draco said through gritted teeth, "Don't you have nothing to express?"
It's strange to say that Draco knew in his heart that this was... a murderer, a dark wizard (no doubt), a pervert with unknown origins, and maybe a strange hobby, but once things went beyond his expectations, he couldn't help but run away When I came to Felton, I felt that he was the one who could solve the problem.
"What I plan to do," Felton said, paused, "but it has nothing to do with you." After saying that, he paused again, "What Xavier is going to do next has nothing to do with you."
"...Huh?! What do you mean?" Draco yelled loudly at first, then realized that Felton had something special to say, and at the same time he felt embarrassed, so he lowered his voice: "You can't possibly You know what Harry is doing."
"I don't know, I can guess it." Felton said softly, "Did you hear the declaration that echoed in everyone's head just now? He will fight for his own life with the culprit. He knows what it means to fight for his own life. Life? That means that he will not stop until the last drop of blood is shed. Even if he knows that the enemy can kill him easily, he will still charge upward."
Draco was completely stunned.
"...What did you say?" He said mechanically and dullly, "What did you say?"
"Oh," Felton said in a deadly calm tone, as if explaining that tomorrow's test was an open book, "Remember to send a bouquet of narcissus to his tombstone in the future, or be prepared to lose him forever."
After saying that, he actually patted Draco's shoulder in a rare and kind manner, but the latter grabbed his hand, his whole body trembling with anger.
"What? I'm going to the principal's office to hand in my resignation letter. Do you want to go with me?"
"I...I don't know what you are thinking," Draco squeezed out what he wanted to say from his throat. He felt that he could bite Felton to death at any time, and could be frightened and fainted by what this bastard said at any time, "You... ...You can't curse him like this just because of Harry and the portrait...I tell you, if you really curse him and harm him, my uncle will not let you go! Neither will the Malfoy family. Pass you!"
felton sneered.
"Curse?" His voice deepened again, no longer gentle or soft, no longer plain, each byte was higher than the next, as if questioning, "You are just like the idiots outside, you just understand it casually, right? Do you think I’m cursing him? Do you think I’m going to harm him? Do you think this can’t be true?”
Draco felt that the last bit of blood in his body must be fading from his fingertips.
Did felton look like someone who would joke about this kind of thing?
He questioned himself, his head hanging slightly, his eyes involuntarily fell on the hand holding Felton, and then he was suddenly startled again. A sudden, lightning-like impulse prompted him to grab that hand. Tighter, pulled again, revealing a pale wrist under the cloak with almost no trace of blood, and then rolled up his sleeves.
The two left hands are always holding the other, but they seem to be carved out of two molds of different sizes——
——The two left hands have a little black mole on the wrist, and the two moles...the position, size, and color are all exactly the same.
It's like there is only one black mole from beginning to end.
