Harry shook his head habitually while watching Sean and Moira, who were holding Draco in a creaky nest, exit the cell. When their figures disappeared, he followed Raven closely, pulled down his cloak and whispered to them:
"Aunt raven! alex! logan! hank!"
Raven was the first to react. She turned back quickly and hesitantly, and took a sharp breath when she found her nephew's head floating in the air. Then she immediately turned around and hugged Harry: "Harry! That's what you said. always there!"
"Harry?!" Hank and Alex shouted in the same voice, with extremely high tones.
"Shhhhhhhhhhh" Harry quickly gestured, "Don't let Sean and the others hear it!"
Logan put on the puzzled expression he always had when Rogue asked him if he was drunk - an expression where he didn't know if he was drunk or not.
"A head," said the tough guy, "floating in the air, a head. Am I on the wrong set?"
Harry didn't have time to explain that this was an heirloom left by his father. He took out a bottle. Yes, it was the one that used to remove blood clots every time he beat Draco. He poured out a lot of ointment and took Raven's wrist, feeling distressed. While pouring a lot of it into the palm of his hand, he gently rubbed Raven's red, swollen and bloody wrist with his palm, squatted down again, and did the same to her ankle. Moving his eyes upward, he saw that again The wound left after being stabbed by Kevin.
The few things that women hate the most, apart from cheating men, untimely takeaways or clothes that don't fit the size, are the scars left on the body. This is what Harry was told and taught when he was a child. Charles also told He smiled and said that if you have a dispute with a woman, no matter how angry you are, it is best not to cause such harm to the other party. This is also a kind of gentleman's demeanor.
He couldn't let his aunt keep such a disgusting thing, he thought sadly.
"Don't waste it," Raven recognized that this was the kind of potion that Hank had used up most of his research and could stop bleeding and heal wounds immediately. He immediately said, "I have already stopped the bleeding. We don't know what happened to Charles yet. Stay. Hold this."
At the mention of this, Harry couldn't wait to raise his head and couldn't help but smile at her and shake his head.
Seeing this smile, Raven was puzzled at first, but she was one of the people who knew Harry best. After being stunned for a moment, Raven immediately showed an ecstatic smile.
"Have you found Charles?" She squatted down and grabbed Harry's shoulders, asking impatiently.
"I handed dad over to Uncle Allen at the back of Uncle Erik's camp." Harry couldn't help but smile even more happily, "We can see him now when we go back."
Raven hugged him tightly, as if this could embed him, as if this could represent her current excitement... In fact, maybe it could.
"Good boy." She patted her nephew's back, gently as she did when she was a child, and said in a soft voice, "Good boy."
When she let him go, she immediately made a request to him: "Get out of here immediately. I know you can definitely keep up with Sean. We will find the rest. You have to get out of here immediately."
"But...but I can help you get out faster," Harry looked up at Raven and said sincerely, "I can take you out together. I have Kurt's ability to use, and I also have flicker..."
"No, you have to go back immediately." Raven interrupted him sternly. She had never shown such a stern look towards Harry, which made Harry a little scared. "Your ability doesn't really work every time. You know, and if you and Charles are not together, we will worry twice as much - if you go back, you can at least take Charles with you at critical moments. No. 12 Grimmauld Place will always be open to you. , but not anyone else, not even Kurt."
She stroked Harry's forehead and kissed him on the head.
"You are already very good. You don't need to do anything else. Just be a good boy," Raven whispered. "Erik can't think of everything at this time. Charles needs careful and considerate care at this time. I don't trust anyone other than you." Charles entrusts it to others so that he can see you as soon as he opens his eyes, you have to promise me this."
These words were without any hesitation and hit Harry's heart directly. He instinctively felt that Raven was still treating him as a child, but he also felt that Raven was right: think about Uncle Erik, how could he take good care of his father at this time? But others?
Compared to others, Raven trusts Harry more, and Harry trusts himself more.
In the end, Harry bit his lip, took out half of the medicine he had on him and gave it to Raven, and then told her: "Jean and the others are still on this level. She, Scott, Peter and Qian Huan are all together. They also had medicine on them, and we left the others at the old house of the Potter family, and the portraits of my ancestors were responsible for taking care of them."
Of course Raven wanted to ask what happened to the Potter family's old house and ancestors, but she patted Harry on the back and signaled him to leave quickly, and Harry put on the invisibility cloak again and ran in the direction Draco and the others left. Lost.
Even though she couldn't see it, Raven only regained her composure when her nephew's footsteps completely disappeared. She let all the emotions disappear from her face, and her whole body was tense. This was her best state, when she was about to fight, and was about to fight. The state of fighting for something.
"Come on," she said to everyone, "find the older children first - then we will always have something to do here."
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It was not difficult to keep up with Sean, Moira and Draco. Harry quickly spotted them, but it was a headache - what attracted him to follow was Draco's shout.
"I'm warning you, if you poke me in the ribs again I'll throw you down - headfirst -" Sean's face was filled with a look of annoyance that Harry was familiar with, whenever he was surrounded by a group of people in school. He would be like this when children entangled him, but what was better than that group of children was that as long as Draco didn't pull out the wand, his attack power would drop exponentially. All he could do was dance around to hinder Sean's progress, and Moira was already heading towards He glanced at him several times, and Harry guessed that if Draco continued to make trouble, she would take action or open her mouth.
"Throw it, throw it!" Draco was held by him like a tent bag turned upside down. His head was tilted back and his waist was lifted. All the blood in his body was either concentrated on his feet or flowed back to his brain. It was quite uncomfortable. And I really want to vomit and cast a curse on Sean, "That's enough, let me down. Do you want to murder me if you continue like this-"
"Oh, why do you have so many things? You won't die if I mention you like this. Believe me, besides, you are not a beautiful and hot girl. I don't give preferential treatment to boys."
Sean spoke in English so fast that he wanted to fly. "Our goal now is to get out. Do you know, what if I let you go and you run away again? It's not like I'm Eric, Harry," Charles or someone else, has read all the wizarding books that Harry bought, and is familiar with every mode of transportation - if you disapparate as soon as your feet hit the ground, and Raven finds out, I will be finished -"
"Are you thinking about the word ignorance? I'm only twelve years old. Where can I learn to apparate?" Draco gritted his teeth and punched Sean's waist with his fist, "Put me down!"
"I don't." Sean said briskly.
Harry followed them through the corridors one after another, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up. Sean was experienced in many battles, at least when it came to dealing with noisy children. Beating him was useless, as Harry could tell himself. , it was most effective to gently scratch the itchy flesh on his waist with your fingers. Just laughing could make him laugh to death. Harry could do it right, and it would be of no use even if Draco exhausted all his strength by doing this.
He followed them carefully, trying not to make a sound, but this would make him walk a little slower, so he had to pay attention to this very carefully and keep the distance between the two sides at a level where he could at least see their shadows.
The building itself is not a place with many stairs. The lower floor leading to the upper floor is a spiral corridor. It is sloping, has no steps, and is very narrow. It reminds Harry of the castle prison in "Beauty and the Beast". Those who are timid may be afraid of falling down if they stand on it; but at the same time, people can walk very quickly in this corridor. Within a few minutes, Harry followed Sean and they walked to a place where the light was slightly dim. Harry I have some suspicion that this place is probably lower than the level of the maze, or even underground.
"This is - what - place -" Draco said weakly. They were turning all the way into a passage between a small gray stone wall. Before they had taken a few steps, a strong and unpleasant smell was emitted so strongly that it could make people faint.
Harry also pinched his nose inside, and even Helbo hissed in protest. He quickly touched its head and body to signal for silence.
Harry said that the smell was more unbearable than the garbage that had been left for more than ten days. It was mixed with the strong smell of blood, sweat and other smells that he could not distinguish. Moreover, the space was small and all the smells They were all compressed together, making the smell almost pervasive - which made it even more unbearable.
"----ah!!!!!"
While Harry was sniffing carefully to find out what the smell was about, Draco in front let out another scream, as if to show off his soprano-like voice.
"Oh my God, brother, what is your name? You are not a girl. Can't you close your eyes and let me carry you around? There is no one to guard you here-"
This is Sean's voice.
Then came Moira's hesitant voice: "Here... these people..."
"We can't save them now." Sean whispered, "This place is too small. Opening the door will only increase their crowding. When the time comes...you know how the stampede happened, right?"
Harry walked into the ground of this passage with some trembling. Once he stepped on it, he knew why Draco was screaming - this can't be called the ground. It is a dense and strong metal mesh with small and dense holes. The smell comes from below.
There was an ordinary rosin torch on the wall. It swayed and helped Harry illuminate some of the things under the net.
People, people, dense crowds of people. Harry even firmly believed that no matter who he was, he would always notice the numb eyes first. They were either dull, resentful, or numb... Maybe it was because the locals had dark skin and their eyes were dark. On the contrary, it is the first thing that people who walk on it notice.
Even Harry couldn't count the number of people, all locked up under this net, crowded and piled up, no matter men, women, old or young, their clothes were in tatters, the living ones were all on top, they had lost their breath, and their bodies had even been torn apart. Only skin, flesh and broken bones could be seen on the ground underneath, just like the famine period that Harry had read about in the book - once people had nothing to eat, their compatriots were the last thing they used to satisfy their hunger.
And these people seemed to be mute, not even a word of pleading. Harry tried to probe their hearts, but could only detect a dead silence, as if everyone's thoughts had been taken out and thrown away like garbage. . In this small place, apart from the rustling of clothes, there was only the sound of a group of people walking on the Internet.
This made Harry tremble uncontrollably.
"These must be slaves captured by Apocalypse," Moira whispered. "Oh my gosh, he really doesn't see anyone as a human being. He's only kind to mutants."
In comparison, she was in the same cell as Raven. Even if she deeply hated Apocalypse and was deeply disappointed and angry with her son, Moira had to say that it was Apocalypse who did it for Kevin's sake. He raised his hand to let her go so gently. After all, she was not Raven, Hank or Alex, let alone Erik or Charles. She was just an ordinary person.
"This is simply a living hell... vomit..." Draco covered his mouth and nose and made a muffled sound from behind the palm of his hand. He didn't even dare to look at those people who seemed to be dead. There was a psychological shock. The world was spinning so fast that I wanted to faint immediately and wake up on the soft bed of Hogwarts. "What kind of evil person would treat others like this?! Is he treating animals or people?"
"It's not bad in his opinion." Moira said, "He almost died under the assassination of ordinary people. It seems that he hates all people who are not mutants because of this, and he is not even willing to give him the same treatment as in the past. A slave."
It can be said that the group tried to ignore the miserable situation at their feet and wanted to go straight through the road.
"Hold on, hold on, this journey will be fine soon," Sean seemed to have seen this situation once. He still had the energy to comfort the boy he was carrying. Although his face was also very bad, as this person The only adult man in the group, he thought he had to take good care of women and children, "Moira, can you still leave?"
"I've seen a lot of bad scenes. I'm from CIA, remember," Moira said with an ugly face but her steps remained steady, "You don't have to worry about me."
Harry walked at the end, only to feel waves of nausea and vomiting rising up. His fingers couldn't help but move slightly. The metal mesh under his feet began to tremble slightly due to his unconscious movements, and his teeth also began to move. I couldn't help but shiver at the horrible lifeless scene.
Harry had visited the Auschwitz concentration camp. Of course, the place was empty now, but the text introduction and a few photos could provide some tragic scenes that could scare a child to tears. At the time, he thought it was shocking enough, but now ?
The tragedy was before him, at his feet.
Just be in the moment.
Harry knew Sean was right - now was not the time to rescue them. This place is too narrow, too small, and there are too many people below. Taking this layer of metal mesh apart will easily cause chaos. Looking at the situation of the people below, I am afraid that many of them are incapable of moving... But Harry just felt sad all over, and felt as if his heart was burning. He always felt that if he didn't do something, he wouldn't be able to move forward.
He watched Sean lead Draco quickly through the small corridor and went straight to a small door. Sean was raising his foot, looking like he was going to kick the door open...
what can I do? Harry thought carefully. What can I do for them? what should I do?
A loud bang, accompanied by a huge shock, pulled Harry out of his thoughts. He instinctively took a few steps, made a slight sound on the metal net, and then stopped.
First there was a piece of black clothes, and then a head of long silver hair. A certain area on the ceiling of this room suddenly became empty, and much brighter light came out from above, along with the clothes and long hair of a certain person.
"No wonder the person disappeared when I turned around." The man said, "It turned out that he had run so deep."
Harry almost stared blankly as Felton jumped down from the large opening, his movements clean and neat. Compared to those who were shocked, his attitude towards this place was no different from usual - extremely indifferent.
"Give him to me." Felton said, extending his hand towards Sean, "Apprentices always have to help the teacher." After that, he said to Draco, "I taught you the precise algorithm of the magic circle."
Not a question, but an affirmation.
Harry took a few steps forward to get a clear look at Felton, who was carrying him. The latter was not wearing a cloak. For some reason, he couldn't help but want to turn in front of him and take a look. Unexpectedly, he had only taken a few steps when Felton suddenly turned around. While Harry was too frightened to move, he also felt a little regretful to find that for some reason, several circles of bandages were wrapped around his face, covering about four parts of it. Three's face.
"Is there an enemy?" Moira became nervous. No matter who Felton was, since she saw the expression on Draco's face that was obviously familiar with him, this person was not an enemy.
"No." Felton said calmly and walked towards Harry, "It should be..."
Harry held his breath and watched in disbelief as Felton walked up to him from his diagonal right - the invisibility cloak should have no flaws! Did felton really discover him?
Before Felton almost touched the hem of Harry's clothes, he took a step back. He looked at the air in front of him carefully and remained silent. Harry even wondered if he could see anything through the bandages. When Felton stretched out his hand, Harry squatted down suddenly. He came down and let his right hand catch free, but it was useless. As if he expected it, Felton's left hand didn't even rise at all, and he grabbed the corner of Harry's invisibility cloak and gently pulled it.
"——harry Xavier?! How long have you been following me?!"
In Draco's almost earth-shattering shout, Sean and Moira both stared at the green-eyed boy standing in the air. He was tugging on the other corner of the invisibility cloak, with a look of being exposed on his face. His expression, even the roots of his ears turned red.
