"Have you noticed that your student is missing?"
Emma knocked down a person who was attacking her with a spear, and gave the other person a hard blow on the chin. The movements were hard and powerful, clean and neat, and there were no unnecessary unnecessary movements, because although she was not a purely harmful mutant, He also has extremely rich practical experience. After knocking down a group of people like this, she asked Felton, who was waving his wand and knocking down two or three people easily, "And it's been about half an hour."
"It's not invisible," Felton took out a bottle from his pocket and fanned it gently with his hand. Many soldiers fell to the ground as a result. Some of the others led by Erik gave the final blow to these ordinary people they hated, and some gave them a final blow. He immediately stopped and walked around those who fell to the ground. "This made him finally learn to make the decision for his next step."
"You're weird." Emma said mercilessly, "You don't seem to pay any attention to him."
"Every tool in the space bag he took away belongs to me, except for the broom," Felton said. "Even the space bag was given to him by me. Without me, he would never have been able to get to this place. Come."
"He doesn't have to come. He is twelve years old, young and rich. Although if we fail, the wizard may not benefit," Emma raised her eyebrows, and the diamond-like texture of her body faded away, " You wizard experience students all put your students in this kind of place?"
"No, just to make him useful, just him," Felton said, "and what I'm saying is, if you want to use your ability to peek into my brain, you're probably not going to get anything useful right now - They’re all processed.”
"Do you know that I don't trust you, and Erik doesn't trust you either?" Emma felt slightly annoyed at his attitude, and she said coldly, "And your attitude will aggravate this distrust."
"What do I need your trust for?" Felton asked, "What will I gain from this? You can't give me what I want. I would do the same thing if I were someone else here."
Emma never thought she would hear such a person.
There used to be many people who wanted to follow Erik, some for belief, some for survival, and some to bow down to that man's power. Some even wanted to gain something from the identity of this follower. But what they have in common is that they are all here for Erik, at least for now.
"What's your purpose?" Emma watched as he kept fanning the mouth of the bottle with his hand. The powder and fragrance inside seemed to have eyes, fascinating all their enemies, even five belts. The mutants in the team have strong and weak abilities, but the strong ones are not that strong. However, these five people are all white. It is obvious that they are staying here to defect to the 'false god' , and once these people smelled the fragrance, they would suddenly fall down as if they were under a spell, and one or two would immediately let out sweet snores.
Originally, there were a large number of soldiers - Emma harshly suspected that this was all the people in this temple - soldiers, as well as the five mutants, who were rushing towards them to prevent them from taking any further steps in this 'Land of the Gods'. Just like ancient soldiers defending their kings, priests defending their temples, but after Felton did this, the people who were knocked down like being plowed over by bulldozers all lost their fighting power and fell asleep in a large area.
But of course this is nothing, on the contrary, it is more trouble-free. Emma feels that if they finally win, it is not impossible to deal with them later and decide their life or death... But she quickly thought of her husband, who was at the rear. The safe camp is waiting for the injured to be carried back. If he really makes a killing move, he will be in great trouble and his ears will not be clean.
Thinking of this, the beauty couldn't help but put her hand on her forehead - for a cruel mutant, having a husband who is a doctor is sometimes very troublesome, and the most troublesome thing is that she really loves him, and he really does. Love her.
Which meant that sometimes, she had to be less cruel... It wasn't that her husband restricted her, but at least she didn't want to scare him when they were kissing.
"Didn't I tell you my purpose earlier," Felton said, "I am doing this for my students, the other one."
"If you are talking about my little flower boy," Emma said, "he is in a safe place with Charles's students. You can go over there and guard him. If you are worried about him - you can't take him away. .erik won't let you take any of his children away, under these circumstances."
Then she saw the person next to her who was putting away the potion bottle showing her a look of pity and indicating that "this idea is very shallow".
"The Potter family has never had a peaceful bloodline. Being obedient sometimes doesn't mean obeying everything," Felton said. "If you don't mind making a bet with me, I can tell you with certainty that if the boy Either already here or on the way here."
After saying that, he suddenly sneered, which made Emma look at him in surprise, not knowing how his indifferent and soft voice suddenly became so sarcastic.
"If we want to investigate the cause... I'm afraid impulsiveness and risklessness are already engraved in his blood."
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Harry was very grateful for his luck - if he was still the same Harry Xavier who went to a normal elementary school, I'm afraid he wouldn't have been able to find the four angels' room so quickly while worrying about Draco.
He now roughly understands the structure of the entire pyramid. Well, how should I say, the layout is typically divided due to power. If the top room belongs to the 'false god', and has many high windows and gorgeous decoration, then he lives below. Of course he is surrounded by the four angels who guard him.
There are no soldiers at the door of the room of the 'false god'. Or rather, ordinary people cannot enter the top floor of his temple because there is no door at all! Therefore, the ones closest to him are the four angels he trusts most.
Harry quietly lay on one of the doors, wearing an invisibility cloak, and he was gently letting his body melt in like water drops falling on the lake, passing through the door, and before doing so, Salazar gave a serious warning. He did.
"No matter what you want to do, you have to stay alive," Salazar said. "I don't like to see my students in any danger."
"But you still don't stop me." Harry sighed, not sure whether he was expecting him to stop him or confirming himself.
"I'm just a portrait," Salazar said. "I can help you and guide you in your studies, but - your destiny is ultimately in your own hands, because you are the living person. The reason why people are higher than All living creatures, precisely because they have independent thoughts and the ability to resist the status quo and destiny, boy, remember, this is the secret to human beings being able to survive and reproduce on a large scale in this world."
If people want to abide by the status quo, there will be no drilling wood to make fire. If people want to abide by fate, the status of soothsayers will not fall again and again. Even now, they are close to losing their mystery and accuracy and dying out. There won’t be so many stories of people surviving desperate situations.
Moreover, there is even another saying now - who knows whether every decision you make is already changing your destiny? Maybe that's how you should be.
"Anyway, I'm here to save dad," Harry thought for a moment, then smiled a little and said to the portrait, "Fate - if she really exists - can't change my mind."
Harry closed his eyes and gently and slowly moved himself to the other side of the door. He held his breath again and looked at the owner of the room through the fabric of the invisibility cloak - the person living here should be one of the four angels. , although Harry didn't know clearly about him...oh, he saw it, this was a woman much older than him, maybe the same age as his aunt.
A woman with long purple-black hair and a cold face is in this room. Like an ordinary woman tapping makeup remover with her fingertips, she taps the handle in her hand like a handful. Weapon made of laser, but, ahem, it is inevitable. The first thing that made Harry feel at a loss was her tights and red belt that looked like a Japanese female ninja in the movie... The immaturity of a young boy immediately made him endure it. She couldn't help but take a small breath, which immediately attracted the other party's attention - this woman's vigilance seemed to be equal to that of a ninja.
The woman who looked ridiculously hot immediately threw several weapons that looked like kunai and had the same light as the long sword in Harry's direction. Harry immediately moved behind her and stood behind her immediately. Before turning around and slashing down with his sword, he threw the Invisibility Cloak over her head, and then kicked her to the ground. When she struggled and found that the Invisibility Cloak could not be cut, so she threw it away, he took out the remaining bottle of The stagnant water hit her.
The woman's skills were countless times better than Harry's. She smashed the bottle to pieces with one strike of her sword - the problem was that at that moment, Harry used a barrier and a blazing flame to ignite her long purple-black hair. Then, all the potion was sprinkled on the face of the female ninja, who was tilted due to the spell, trying not to fall to the ground, and had to worry about her long hair, and then she struggled and fell down.
"...Huh, huh."
Harry stopped with a cold sweat on his face and hurriedly squatted in front of the female ninja.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." The boy who was an extremely gentleman raised by his aunt and father kept saying sorry, extinguishing the fire on the woman's hair, "I know it's hard to maintain long hair... but there's nothing I can do, I'm sorry. I'm sorry..." After saying that, he put his fingers on the side of his head and began to carefully search the woman's memory.
Within a few seconds, he ended the information search with a distorted expression. Through this woman's head, he learned that she had a nickname called Spirit Butterfly, and she was originally working as a guard for an intelligence dealer, but the 'false god' found her and enhanced her power, so she followed him... Among the four angels, the girl who can control the weather such as storms and thunder and lightning is called Ororo. She is a local girl and seems to have been with the false god from the beginning. As for the other one, Harry recognized him as the one who was severely beaten by Haierbo. The person who took the bite was a sixteen-year-old traitor who ran away from home. He still respected their common master immensely. Although Lingdie thought he was like a madman, he was alert and cunning and did not use his abilities to his advantage. If it is revealed to anyone, Lingdie only knows that his master thinks he is very powerful and trusts him very much... but Lingdie personally hates his elusive weirdness. In comparison, Ororo is easier to get along with.
The person in the last seat kept changing, and the last one disappeared for three days. Lingdie knew without any hesitation that he was probably dead, and the 'false god' didn't care at all - in his eyes Come on, the abilities of the people who come and go in this position are not very to his liking, even though he has the great power to increase the abilities of mutants.
Harry squatted in front of the woman and thought about where to take advantage of this hard-won opportunity - what should he do? Should he turn into an adult male and apply for the fourth position, or... He cast his eyes on the female ninja who was still graceful even though she fell on the ground in front of him, and couldn't help turning away with a blush.
After thinking for a minute, he still chose to pick up the long purple sword that fell on the ground - yes, after picking it up, Harry realized that he had made a mistake. It was a Japanese samurai long sword - Then with his eyes closed, a burst of blue scales rolled over his body from head to toe, and an attractive woman with deep chest ravines exposed due to her squatting posture appeared in the room.
To be honest, Harry immediately felt a...well, chilly, and extremely unsafe feeling. When he stood up tremblingly, he didn't dare to look down, because the female ninja was almost naked from the buttocks down. On the outside, her graceful thighs, soft and perky buttocks and plump and charming breasts all make her more attractive as a woman, but Harry, well, a twelve-year-old child, how can he adapt to this right away? What about the body?
In the end, Harry walked out of the room with his eyes closed - he didn't dare to look at the mirror next to him.
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When Kevin came back under the escort of Ororo, bleeding and grinning, he realized how serious the snake bite was. When his master put his hand on the wound, the wound stopped bleeding, but he still remained When he was in pain, a desire to torture the boy to death arose from the bottom of his heart, even though the wound was not really serious to him.
"You have been poisoned, my child..."
Kevin heard his master say to him in a whispering voice after shooing away Ororo and asking her to bring a slave, "This poison is deeply rooted in your body, ah, it's still a... I've never I've never seen any snake venom before. It doesn't look like any kind of snake can have it... Tell me, where does it come from?"
Kevin gritted his teeth. He felt that the snake venom was causing his body to decay rapidly, and every organ was withering at a fast enough speed. Between his mother's teachings and the most common common sense, he even You can also know through body perception what organ will die next, and what will happen to you after those organs wither and die.
"...Boy..." he said with great hatred, "A boy, that boy..." His eyes cast through the small gap to the platform behind, which was covered with blankets and pillows. The person wearing it can be said to be dripping with blood from the waist down, but still maintains the energy that living life can produce. Kevin can sense this, "...Xavier's son, a twelve-year-old boy, he has a strange-looking The snake, it can even grow and shrink... It bit me, Master, he let it bite me and ran away with it and the others..."
"It doesn't matter," Kevin could hear his master saying soothingly to him, "You don't have to be trapped in this dying body, kid... your ability is special, and it makes you the closest to me. children, and I promise that death will not come to you..."
The slave was brought in by Ororo at this time. It was a carefully selected healthy slave. He was originally a local resident with tanned skin. He was brought in unconsciously and placed next to Kevin.
"Come on," Kevin said, following the call of his master, he couldn't wait to use his abilities. "Change into this new body, and you can be reborn, kid."
Countless powder-like things broke away from the body that was blackened by snake venom. Almost immediately, they flew towards the slave's body and turned into a shadow falling on it. On his body, at the same time, the original body of the blond and blue-eyed young man began to decay more quickly, shrinking and losing its vitality.
Ororo saw his master gently touching the body with his hands... just like that, the boy's body was completely turned into a withered bone, with no flesh and blood left.
She couldn't help but swallow, her eyes glanced at Kevin, who had regained his vitality and body, and then spoke to her master.
"One more thing, Master," she said, "When we came back from the directional channel you opened for us, we saw people attacking outside." After she finished speaking, she immediately couldn't help but add, "Many people... It was the mutants—the soldiers were knocked out.”
And her master, the earliest mutant in the world, raised his eyelids and looked at her.
"Is there the man who can manipulate metal, or the boy with a snake?"
It didn't sound like he was interested in the soldier being knocked down, but in these two men.
"It's that Erik Lensherr, the man who manipulates metal." Ororo answered, while the girl also added in her mind - a criminal who was world-famous a long time ago, a man so powerful that she could not imagine.
Then she saw her master reveal an extremely... it could be said to be a pleasant smile. He has always been like a majestic statue, his smile and displeasure are shallow, and Ororo has seen such a smile not long ago, that is when he found Charles Xavier.
"Come out with me," he ordered. "I need a strong fourth angel, as strong as you."
A light curtain like a glass ball unfolded, and he and his two angels stood inside.
"Psylocke?" Ororo said.
"Ah," Kevin said, "That woman is boring," he said, "She will get over it."
The light curtain covered them and took them away. Just a few seconds after they disappeared, the female ninja fell from a window. Without a broomstick, she could only step on the wall to slow down the impact. Then she quickly ran over and knelt on the platform where Charles was lying, changing from a voluptuous and dangerous female ninja back to a boy who had not yet grown out.
"Dad," Harry looked at Charles, looking from his bloody, chapped and peeling lips to his legs that seemed to have had their skin removed and bones replaced, and every nail broken. He held his hand, almost with longing and heartache, his eyes were blurred by tears for a moment, but the moment they fell, he turned his head again, not daring to let the tears drip on the wound.
His father, who had always been healthy, decent, and beautiful, was now tortured into this state. Harry recalled the screams he had just overheard with Draco, and looking at this body that showed how much pain it had suffered just by looking at it, he almost couldn't imagine that scene.
Harry wiped the tears from his face and hurriedly took out two bottles containing white blood and blood tonics from his pocket. Before leaving Potter Manor, he asked the house elves to buy a lot of the required potions, each one Everyone who comes here has a quota, and of course he has a quota. He doesn't even need to read the instructions, he unscrews the cap of the bottle and starts dripping fresh juice.
Salazar reminded him: "Take your father away first."
"...just for a moment." Harry couldn't help but lower his voice and looked at his father. Tears were falling more and more, but the hand holding the bottle did not dare to shake. He was afraid that if the bottle fell, it would hurt Charles, "I I'm afraid that dad's condition will get worse when he moves. Just for a while, at least his legs will stop getting bloody... I also brought blood tonics, bone-building spirits, and pain-relieving potions... I brought several kinds..."
The man in the portrait sighed silently.
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Draco was riding a broom around the temple, and the portrait on his waist kept protesting his behavior, but when Draco was called, the tone of the portrait was weird.
"He told you to leave, just leave~" Godric said, "What are you doing hanging around here? I thought you were ready to go back to school, at least back to Felton."
"Then he throws him here again? Don't be kidding me!" Draco angrily lit up all the white candles on the road he passed by with a blazing flame. "I...I won't go to anyone." He was tough. He decided with a cold face, "They are all like this... They are all like this!"
They all look down on him! They all think he is a burden and a hindrance!
In that case, why did Felton bring him here, and why did Harry want to be friends with him?
"Listen to me," the beautiful blond man in the portrait on his waist said gently, "I'm not telling you to leave. Even if we don't follow them, we still have other things to do, little snake."
"Don't call me that - what?" Draco said.
"You must not have noticed," Godric said, "I saw a silver-haired girl walking out from somewhere with someone. I think that was the slave they had taken into custody... Why not let them out at this time?" What? They will definitely be able to provide you with some useful information... Hey, look there, I see a ghost."
Draco's broom stopped and he looked not far away, only to see a ghost floating towards them deep in the corridor with a fork in the road, and Godric started shouting in a language that Draco couldn't understand, and the ghost immediately sped up. The speed of drifting over.
"I have only studied for half a year, and this is really what I do..." The beautiful young man with blond hair touched his nose, and then began to chatter with the ghost. Draco flew very high vigilantly, in case the ghost was not his possible helper.
"What did you ask?" he asked the portrait with a stinking look on his face.
"There are quite a few," the founder of Gryffindor said happily, "This is the one who got separated from Harry... In fact, Harry's brother is also looking for Harry, and some of his tribe members fell into a trap and were unable to get out temporarily. , look, you have something to do..." As he said that, his expression suddenly became strange, and after muttering for a while, he said to Draco, "It's really a ghost," he said, "I'm afraid this place It’s not safe anymore, Draco—”
"Any fool knows it's not safe," Draco, "Can you please stop talking nonsense?"
"No, the house is quite safe. It meets the normal standards and even exceeds the normal standards," Godric said. "But do you know how many visible and invisible ghosts are filled here? There are at least a hundred."
If this statement were put in front of Harry, he would just ask with a confused and curious look on his face: "What is that concept?" But since it was Draco who heard this, he immediately understood what the founder of Gryffindor meant.
——Do you know the famous haunted places in Britain? You know those jewelry pieces that can kill the wearer? Do you know what these are all for? Also, do you know why some houses, even though they are still new, can suddenly catch fire and be burned down or rot and collapse overnight?
This is all caused by too many ghosts, or in other words, the evil negative energy carried by ghosts. As far as Draco knows, more than three evil ghosts can cause misfortune to all the residents of a house.
If this statement were told to damn Harry Xavier, he would definitely shout that it is unscientific! But Draco said, this is a world where magic laws exist! !
And here there are more than a hundred ghosts...
"Could it be that the false god here was so cruel that he slaughtered an entire city?" Godric expressed his thoughts on his behalf.
