A deserted tavern in the corner of Cairo welcomed its first guests in several months today - this is no exaggeration, in fact, even the tavern owner is almost not here anymore, but he does have his own His theory is that until the end of the world, he will not stop selling his sandwiches with half-cooked chicken, sweet and cloying stew, and special corn juice that no one here appreciates.
Look, he's not waiting for customers.
He quickly wiped his oily hands and asked enthusiastically to the father and son (who should be) who pushed open the store door: "What do you want?"
This is a father and son who look like they are not locals, so he speaks English instead of local language.
Among the visitors, the older man has long silver-white hair that may have been dyed, and the younger boy has white skin and blond hair that is a little more shining than the standard, and a pair of blue eyes with a hint of gray. He looks like this In the eyes of the tavern owner, he is like a walking jewel. Look, the sparkling diamond collar buttons on the boy's shirt can last a family like them a few months. There is even a pressure under the shirt collar. He wore a gold necklace. The thin chain hung straight down without any bends that a light object should have. The tavern owner guessed that it was some heavy gold pendant hidden under the coat.
"Whatever you want, as long as you can eat it." Sure enough, he answered the tavern owner in pure English, but the boy was probably tired, and showed a hopeless expression. The tavern owner felt that he looked like he had never seen before. It's as beautiful as ever, and it looks like a spoiled rich kid, but what is a rich kid doing here?
"It's not safe here lately," the tavern owner kindly reminded while bringing over the menu. "If you want to travel, don't go further ahead. It's not safe there, especially for a handsome young man like your son, who attracts too much attention. Miles!"
"Who - who is his son?!" The boy retorted loudly with a very strange look on his face.
"I'm here to take students on a practical inspection," the man said. He dropped a few large bills and asked casually, "What's going on here? How do we get in?"
"Why don't you let me bring you some food for the guests and let's talk about this later?" The tavern owner seemed to be afraid that the man would regret it. He grabbed the few big bills and stuffed them into his pocket, and then went to the kitchen. In minutes, enough food was brought to them to fill the entire table, stewed meat with butter to make a sauce, grilled golden chicken wings, toast that couldn't be said to be fluffy but still soft, stewed with cheese and bacon. Boiled pasta, creamy corn juice and amber wine, messy cut fruit salad... At the same time, he also put a glass of milk over.
"Children who drink more milk can grow taller," said the tavern owner, who has three children himself, so he knows this very well. "Well, let me tell you, growing boys need special attention."
The boy angrily inserted a piece of meat into his mouth, then viciously asked for a glass of lemonade, and complained: "Why is it so sweet!"
"Do you still want to eat and rest?" the man asked lightly, and the boy immediately shut up.
"I see there is a very wonderful building ahead." The man didn't move the food, as if he didn't need to eat. He turned around and communicated with the boss skillfully in the local dialect, "Is that your newly developed attraction? ? It’s just that you want us not to go there—hasn’t it been built yet? I don’t know when it will be available for viewing?”
The tavern owner was really shocked because it was not an attraction!
"I'm telling you quietly - it's not a tourist attraction there." The owner of the tavern closed the doors and windows, turned up the air conditioner and the jazz music on the stereo to the maximum (no one is charging the electricity bill now anyway), and got closer to the father and son. , uh, teachers and students said in a low voice, "It's God who has arrived! There is a God who is building his temple, how can we get close to it? And the guards of the temple do not let people get close, if it is not God's family and Bloodline, no one can come out of it properly——"
The boy was rolling a forkful of spaghetti and almost dropped it when he heard these words.
"God? Temple? Temple guard?" He said in a daze, and sighed a word that the tavern owner couldn't understand, "xx, am I living in the fucking tenth century?"
"Your upbringing," the man reminded him, "your mother would not want to know that her son is so vulgar."
The boy grunted and glared at him, complaining about words such as 'your mother...', but the tavern owner couldn't hear clearly, but he agreed with the boy's statement.
"No way!" The tavern owner patted his fat and trembling thigh, "I still don't believe it when I heard about it, but if it's not God, who can do what he did?! The local government sent people to arrest him His people, the leader of his escort is a local girl, she can use lightning and summon hurricanes! Everyone says that she is a descendant of God, or must have been given the power of God!"
"There are always strange people and strange things in this world," the man said. "Did he say which god it is? Greek? Nordic? Or is it Christianity or Islam... You know, there are real thunder gods reported in the United States. Yes, he can also summon thunder and lightning, possessing true divine power."
"That's an alien." The boy muttered softly. "At least it belongs to this century."
"How do I know this? You see, I am just a businessman," the tavern owner said. "Going further, most of the land there has been forcibly conquered as temples and gods' territories. You But don't go there. I heard that there is a god's guardian. If he sees children, especially teenagers, they will be arrested and tortured. I have sent the children to their relatives' homes. I’m afraid they’ve gone to the wrong place.”
"So, the many people we saw carrying sacrifices on the way here," the man asked, "are all here to worship gods?"
"Actually, there were people like this before." The tavern owner was an honest man. After careful consideration, he actually came up with some clues. "They said there were relics of gods here - to be honest with you, they overturned a lot of things. There was quite a fuss in this place, and someone even asked me to borrow a knife - I heard they found it in the end, isn't this what this place has become?"
He casually wiped the bar in front of him with a rag: "The temple has been built for almost half a month. Many people have volunteered to become believers of the god, but," he shook his head, "there are not many who have gone there." Coming back."
"Don't you believe in 'God'?" The man seemed to think this was something special and asked the tavern owner.
"I'm a devout Christian," the boss grinned very sincerely, his dark skin showing a ruddy color that was hard to see. "Of course I believe in God, but that's not it - but what does it matter? I'm afraid It's the same as not being afraid, because, you see, I'm just a tavern owner, so I just need to do what a tavern owner should do, right? After all, I know nothing but this, sir. , even if everyone says that no one will come again - haven't I also been waiting for guests like you and your students?"
The boy who had finished a plate of food showed a little disdain at this moment...but this disdain was also entangled, mixed with admiration and confusion. It seemed that he didn't understand what the tavern owner was thinking, and the latter didn't care much either. , after all, there are so many people looking at him like this.
"You're right." The man turned out to be a rare person who agreed with the tavern owner. He looked through the glass window at the building in the distance that had not yet been completely built and had a vague pyramid appearance. "At this time, There is no need to be afraid or not - after all, we have no choice but to do what we can."
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About five hours away, Hogwarts in the UK set off a storm that was difficult to calm down. This was not just because Harry Potter (this surname is now difficult to confirm for many people) used his talent of snake language and published Most people didn't understand and then apparated in front of everyone (this is definitely surprising), and because two hours later, another student handed in the resignation letter of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and disappeared together with the professor himself. trace.
The nightmare scene in Hogwarts reappeared less than a year later. All the students rushed to make way for the nightmare himself. At the same time, they felt that everything that happened today was just a series of dreams. You know, nightmares are those with an aura similar to that of Moses. Professor Snape of Hai has disappeared for a long time. The situation where no one can find him can be called missing.
——In fact, in the eyes of a small number of Slytherin students, this is also quite understandable. The missing student is Professor Snape's only godson.
Severus Snape slapped the principal's desk hard.
"Two kids, two!!! Potter and Malfoy!!! What did I remind you, Dumbledore! It's best to take that rigid-minded Potter out of his weird family, even if he throws it to Black, it doesn't matter. He has enough money to keep Potter alive for ten lifetimes! Be careful about that damn James Felton, don’t let him get too close to the students!! Is my mouth so worthless? What I say is not worth leaving in your ears. Any traces?"
On the wall of the principal's office, all the portraits of the former principals looked at Snape quietly, shook their heads and pretended helplessly that they hadn't heard a word - they hadn't appeared in Hogwarts for several months, and Snape's image was really not that great. Remarkable, extremely haggard or pale are all good adjectives, and his hair is always greasy. To be honest, if he didn't have fangs, I'm afraid he would be regarded as a dark magical creature when he walks on the road.
"I asked Mr. Zabini and Miss Parkinson, and they both said that Mr. Malfoy should have been to Felton's office, but he never returned." Dumbledore said slowly, but not in his usual relaxed tone, "In Hogwarts is Apparition is prohibited. What I can't figure out is how did little Mr. Malfoy disappear into his dormitory? He doesn't have all of Harry's special abilities, and he can't do it alone."
Snape almost clenched his teeth and sucked in air. He finally understood why Lupin got so angry a few years ago that he wanted to punch the old man in front of him - in this case, his unhurried rhythm made it easy for you. The ground is on fire.
"Potter is another question," Snape's eyes looked straight into the other person's blue eyes, and his voice shrank for a moment, "-is that true? About him carrying a giant python with him and Drive it to hurt nott——"
"Your information is not accurate, Severus," Dumbledore said, "That giant python, it was Harry who stopped it and saved Mr. Nott from disaster. Otherwise, you and I both know how deadly a giant python can be." Simple."
Of course they know. Snape thought almost with fear, because the Dark Lord has such a snake, it, no, she is his favorite, strangled, eaten and poisoned all useless subordinates and some enemies for him, she is dangerous In the end, he was only willing to listen to him, because his blood gave him the talent to talk to snakes and control them.
This horrifying memory made Snape almost unable to believe the news he received - the Potter in the news sounded so familiar! It's so familiar that the hearts of all those who have that mark on their arms will tremble! !
"That's like 'that person'..." Snape muttered in front of his desk and was lost in thought for a long time.
"Potter is a snake whisperer," Snape said to Dumbledore. "You never said that."
"I assure you, at least I don't know anything about that snake." Dumbledore sighed, "Except for accidents, Harry is a low-key child... This made me relax my vigilance and not keep my eyes open all the time. Put it on him." He paused, "Now it seems that the guesses Sirius and I made were correct."
Snape was unexpectedly silent at this moment, but the expression on his face showed that he really wanted to grab the collar of the person in front of him and recite a hundred curses.
"The Dark Lord left something in him," Dumbledore said, "that allowed him to gain this gift."
"And you let him run away," Snape forced out through his teeth, "at a time when - when the Muggle world was in danger, when there was a huge problem within their weird tribe. "
"So your investigation has yielded results."
dumbledore said.
"Half a month of crawling around," Snape tried to suppress his anger, "and Polyjuice Potion - but nothing more. They were very vigilant, and there was someone more vigilant than them. The one who suddenly built a temple in Cairo The so-called god is undoubtedly a mutant, and he wants to do what everyone with power in the world wants to do."
"World domination," Dumbledore said.
"We all know what Potter is going to do," Snape said almost with hatred, "He - he always has a disguised appearance on weekdays. He wears a blue tie but has a gryffindor-like recklessness. He doesn't care about himself. His life was given and protected by his biological parents but he used it for..."
"I still remember you told me, Severus," Dumbledore interrupted, "You said that you were seeking power, and at first you just wanted Irene to live a better life."
"This is different!"
"It's no different," Dumbledore pointed out calmly, "No one turns a blind eye to the dangers their parents encounter."
"He is just an adopted son, this is not his obligation..."
"Mr. Malfoy is not your son. Don't you care about him?"
Snape paused suddenly, then flicked his sleeves and let out a big breath.
"You know I don't care," he said. "I don't care about anything. I don't care what he thinks or who thinks it. As long as he lives, I don't care if he hates me."
Just because he is Lily's only son.
"Speaking of which," Dumbledore said, "there is one thing you may need to know." He motioned Snape to turn his head and looked at an empty space in a cabinet next to him. "There is something. I think it was brought by little Mr. Malfoy." gone."
Snape couldn't understand what Dumbledore was talking about at first, but when he thought about it, he didn't believe it.
"...Why did he take that away?" Snape said sarcastically, "Do you think you are so stupid that you need to be sorted again?"
"A treasure is kept in it." Dumbledore said, "A treasure that he may not be able to take out at all. The problem is, I don't even know where he heard about this... But if my guess Yes, no matter what method he used to leave, but Severus, he should have gone to find Harry."
Snape's face suddenly became extremely ugly.
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"...I feel strange when I think that you only get on the broom a handful of times a year," an old lady who was at least the fifth generation of Harry's elder sighed, "I have always felt that if the men and women of the Potter family didn't have any The sky must be falling if we don’t use a broom a thousand times a year.”
"I like flying and Quidditch," Harry said while helping Nina wipe the cream from her mouth. "I just don't have much free time?"
The Potter family doesn't have a big table - there are too few people in the big families in the wizarding world. Several generations are like a widespread curse. Even the Black family is considered prosperous, and Harry's ancestors are not like the Malfoy family. In terms of grandeur, the dining table is not that big or long. The house elves dragged out a few long tables for banquets, so that most people could sit down. Some children who didn't eat well sat in the toy room. Or eat on the sofa.
As I said just now, there are not many Potter family members, and of course there are not many house elves. There are only three, Dori, Eli and Kerry. They were all sleeping with the manor, but now they want to break their hearts when they see Harry. Take it out and give it to the little master.
Harry was very troubled - let's not talk about the issue of slavery or not. Due to Sirius's attitude, Harry didn't care much about it. His question was, how could these three house elves look so similar? The same big ears, big eyes, and overly eager attitude, the same tears falling down when seeing him, saying that there is a successor to the family, etc... plus the same tea towel, Harry really couldn't recognize who he was without his abilities. who is it.
Kreacher, on the other hand, was very arrogant and explained everything to them. He was like an old man who had nothing to do and finally found his own thing. From the quilt material that Harry was used to using to the fact that he didn't like to eat celery, he acted in a condescending manner. He told the three potter house elves in a tone that sounded like 'you are not qualified yet'.
The three house elves did speed up their process. In just one hour, Dolich had bought all the necessary items. Eli and Kerry cleared the kitchen and started cooking enthusiastically. Many children also I have never seen house elves and the 'Magic Kitchen', they are surrounded by water.
Due to the tense situation, Harry couldn't care about these things for the time being. He found a free time and took advantage of the house elf's cooking time to find Scott and the others.
"We sneaked away after dinner," Harry told them. "This is the house left by my parents. It's safe and worth ensuring...probably. In short, no one knows how to find this place, and there are house elves." I and my ancestors will take care of them for the time being. Then we will find Dad, or we will find Uncle Erik first."
"I prefer that we leave right away...Oh, come on, magical boy." Scott saw Harry taking out his time turner mid-sentence, and hurriedly agreed.
"You will be very tired," Kity said. "Don't you need to take a nap and rest before leaving, Harry?"
"This can only go back 24 hours," Harry held the time turner in his hand, "and, it...can't actually tamper with the established facts. To be on the safe side, we need to do it as early as possible."
Several people could only nod, while Jean looked at Bobby and John at this time.
"You have to stay," she said.
"What? We can't!!" John shouted.
"Everyone under the age of fifteen except Harry must stay," she said decisively, "You need to take care of the remaining people, and this is a dangerous thing. You-" She shook her head, "You can't handle it. "
"At least take me there!" Kity begged, "I can help you ignore those defenses and attacks."
"We still don't know what your ability can do. What if, I mean what if, your ability fails at some point?" Jean put his arm around her shoulders and said warmly, "It's not safe. If it is not necessary, we will even stay with Harry."
Li Qianhuan shook her braid and began to feel happy that she was sixteen years old.
Dinner was prepared quickly, and it could even be said to be overly sumptuous. At other times, everyone would be willing to eat to their heart's content, and Harry really had to eat to his heart's content - his grandma's portrait was hung on the wall next to the hall. There were a bunch of elders crowding behind her, as if he could never have enough to eat, or that was the only way to know what he liked to eat, constantly urging him to eat this, eat that, and there was a mountain of ice cream after dinner. , with various natural jams, toast pieces, diced fruits, and chocolates painted like a moving lion flag (exactly the same as the one on the wall of his father's room that Harry just visited), which made Harry Feeling doubly embarrassed: Potter’s family has been filled with gryffindors for generations, and he is the only ravenclaw!
Dinner time was very lively, probably because the food soothed people's hearts. Everyone was willing to tell some things they knew about Harry to the portraits who had slept for more than ten years. Although no one here knew what happened a long time ago, there were still some things. Worth to talk about.
The ancestors of the Potter family are also very optimistic about Harry's abilities: "Pure-blood families will have a squib from time to time, so what's wrong with a child with extraordinary talent in our family? This is a good development, isn't it? Metamorphmagus are born with the ability to shapeshift at will, that's pretty much it."
And Harry's grandmother always has to be more concerned.
"You still have to pay attention at all times," the lady said worriedly. "Neither James nor Lily has this talent. How did this ability come about? I'm just worried about what price it will ask you for, or what price you will have." My body cannot bear such changes."
"This is just a genetic mutation - I will tell you grandma when the matter is over," Harry said, a little dumbfounded. "Many of our parents are ordinary humans, and they are not hereditary abilities. Peter and Wanda's abilities are the same as those of ordinary humans." Uncle Erik is not the same."
Some people at the table began to nod in agreement, but their expressions were not very good - they were born into ordinary families and became mutants, which actually made them suffer a lot.
Scott and Jean were less interested, but they still tried their best to provide some jokes. After all, they were the oldest, and Scott was also good at providing jokes. He was mainly responsible for laughing at Harry, while Jean was responsible for saying some good things to praise him, making the portraits laugh and laugh. He nodded proudly, but at the same time he was deceived into thinking that Harry and the others were only responsible for helping to take care of other people, and were only responsible for safety, rather than rushing to the front line.
And unknowingly, at about 8:30 pm, Harry stopped the conversation and asked everyone to go to bed. The bed was already made, and he was the last one to walk out of the restaurant, but was called by his grandparents. live.
Harry's grandfather is a gentler old man than his grandmother, the kind of grandfather who would hold his grandson in his arms and study every day if he had not died. At this moment, the couple looked at their grandson together. For a moment, Harry realized with shame that he had not deceived them at all.
"As deceased people, we probably don't have the ability to stop you from doing anything, because in the end we are just portraits, Harry," Harry's grandfather said, "but we still want to see you get your diploma from Hogwarts and wear Graduation robes for seventh graders," they begged Harry with unexpected tolerance, "the minimum requirement, at least don't let our disappointment go unfulfilled, kid."
Sometimes the tears fall so quickly. When Harry subconsciously wiped his face with the back of his hand, he was surprised to realize that his nose was sore and tears were falling from his eyes.
"I...I'll try my best."
Harry knew that he couldn't make an absolute guarantee, so he could only say this. Then he turned around with determination and ran in the direction agreed with the others, for fear that if he was one second late, he would succumb to 'Harry Potter' 'Compared to another name, this is a relatively comfortable status.
He ran to the agreed place. Others were already waiting. Harry took out the time turner, removed its short chain, took out a few coins and disassembled it to make the chain longer, and then put it on again. To the necks of five people.
Of course, due to his height, he was still held by Peter.
Harry flicked the little funnel a few times, and it whirled a few times, spun on its own, and then disappeared with them into the present, a few hours ago.
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When Emma received the report and approached where Eric was, she saw the untouched dinner plate sitting aside and sighed with boredom like a mother dealing with an inexperienced child.
Maybe this wasn't the moment to speak sarcastically - the man in front of Emma seemed to be tireless, with a momentum that no one could resist, he overturned five troops stationed outside the temple in just one hour. Regional teams, each of them has at least three mutants, but none of them can defeat Erik and the team he leads. Emma knows that Erik is probably on a tightrope at the moment and will not let go until the end, but Even though Erik is a mutant, he still needs to eat.
"Do you want Charles to see you starving to death," she said out loud, "or do you think you can win this way, huh? Do you want to compete with the person opposite to see whose waist is thinner?"
"I don't need that kind of food." Erik hissed, staring straight at the pyramid not far away, hoping every minute and every second for some miracle that would allow him and Charles to connect to the induction link. "I can keep fighting."
