"You followed me—"
"I, I don't, I'm not - can we not use this word -"
"Since you have driven me away, why are you still following me?"
"I told you not to use that word, I just wanted to make sure you were safe-"
"Oh, I'm not a mutant and my surname is Potter. How can I have the honor to let you ensure my safety? In your eyes, I am no different from idiots like Weasley. Why are you still following me? ! Ensure my safety, you are not my father, Harry Xavier!"
"Think about why you're here, then why can't I keep you safe-"
"I - don't need - you - to ensure my - safety! I am the same as you, don't think you are any better than me just because you usually beat me up!"
"...Oh, really, did you hear how loud you screamed just now?"
"Hey, does the look in your eyes that you didn't dare to look around for a long time just now mean that you are brave? In that case, why are you still wearing an invisibility cloak? Why don't you come up and hug your companions and act coquettishly?"
"Draco, Draco, I just-"
"It's none of your business what I do! Follow me again... No, I'll go another way!! I don't want to be taken out by your accomplices - let me down -"
This is a very ridiculous scene: Draco is being carried by Sean and Harry is running with him. The two boys are arguing while running. At first, this is a usual "Malfoy is unreasonable and Xavier is too reasonable" scene, but It's not normal when Harry's anger comes up a little bit with the quarrel.
Sean and Moira covered their ears together, looking at each other with horror in their eyes. They felt as if there were eight hundred ducks noisy in their ears or eight hundred geese about to start pecking. At least two of them Adults don't understand either of them very well.
Good friends are worried about each other. One comes for the other, and the latter secretly follows for the safety of the former. Both of them have the same starting point and a deep friendship. How can they quarrel?
Even if we don't follow common sense and follow the development of movies, now even if there is no touching hug, there must be a friendly or silent, or quiet plot, right?
They don't understand, but Felton does.
"This involves some inexplicable self-esteem." Felton replied flatly, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice that made people shiver down their spines, "and self-esteem."
"What's the difference?" Sean asked.
"The difference is between inexplicable and non-inexplicable." Felton said flatly as an answer. After answering, he stretched out his hand to pull Draco off Sean's back. The latter was about to speak when he let out a strange scream and resented the pull. She covered her mouth and stared at him, "I should take him and leave. We still have things to do."
"Professor, professor!" Harry grabbed him quickly, "Can you take him back to school? Or I can help you -"
"Harry Xavier——" Draco was furious and was about to start an argument again, but was silenced by Felton's glance.
"Listen, Xavier." Felton said calmly, "You are not me, and you are not him."
"……ah?"
Harry opened his mouth slightly and called Draco, "This face looks a bit silly now."
"So don't try to make decisions for us." Felton said the most important words since he spoke to Harry, "You can't decide me, and you can't decide him. What you want is not what he wants. Even if you tell me all the truth in the world, it will be useless."
"As for you," he criticized Draco coldly, "will being shrill and willful like a girl bring you any face?"
After saying that, he roughly pulled Draco away from Sean's body, and then disappeared from them with a snap - he actually used Disapparation. Harry couldn't imagine how much he didn't want Harry to find out. Where did they go?
"He's unhappy." Sean watched Harry grow up, and he knew it when he saw that his mouth was unconsciously pouting a little while his face was shocked. He quickly whispered to Moira, "What should I do?!"
"There's nothing we can do." Moira looked at the boy sympathetically, but still said firmly, "Our most important goal is to get to Erik."
She has always been a smart woman and will never misunderstand her current goals, no matter how confusing the situation is.
"Oh oh - Harry, Harry!" Sean said, spreading his hand into a palm and shaking it in front of the boy, "Hey, hey! Don't look at them, brother, look back at us! Take us out quickly! You are the only one here who can carry out long-distance transportation!"
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Sometimes the dream is like an evil person.
When felton was walking on the road, he would suddenly feel dizzy and nauseous. The road ahead seems to be getting longer and longer, everything in the hands becomes hot, disgusting words will be spit out if the mouth is not closed, and in a certain part of the world, a certain person's deeds have changed. All his peace was torn apart at once.
The dream is an evil person. It oppresses you, it binds you, it makes you suffer, it separates people, it is extremely hateful, but even if you wake up in the middle of the night, the only person left behind covered in sweat is Felton. Fortunately or unfortunately, it has been No one can be separated from him.
Not only at night, but also during the day, its afterimage can be seen at any time. Every minute, every second, every moment, there will be a fragment where its shadow is inexplicably present.
Sometimes you feel that it has been forgotten by you, but at a certain moment, that fragment will appear in front of your eyes again, pulling you out of a kind of tranquility that was hard to obtain, and asking you to pick it up. The thing I least want to think about.
Feelon looked at the angry face of the boy next to him, sneered and snorted in the deepest part of his heart. He raised his hand and put the bucket in his hand on Draco's head, and the red liquid similar to paint inside was released. It chilled him to the core, causing him to dance and jump up and down.
"If you can't finish what I asked you to do well," he waved his magic wand, and the paints and buckets were restored to their original state and returned to his hands like a movie played backwards, "you can go back .”
Draco was holding back a lot of anger, but he couldn't express it all to Felton. He waved the brush in his hand, looking like he wanted to curse something, but with a little fear, he didn't open his mouth again, and then followed Felton's instructions. A large, unknown symbol was painted on the wall. This made Felton almost laugh out loud. Draco Malfoy has always been such a bully and afraid of the strong. He never takes out his anger on those who cannot express it, but only likes to take it out on those who can tolerate him. , this is a habit, but it is an extremely stupid habit.
When all the people who can tolerate him are offended by him, and when these people disappear, who will be left in the world? The world will eventually lose any meaning to him.
It took felton half a second to put away these thoughts. His fingers took out a map from his pocket, a hand-drawn, accurate map, and he threw it over the boy's head.
"In the places marked above," he ordered coldly, "you can draw whatever symbols are drawn in those places."
"Are you going to let me take them all?" Draco asked suspiciously.
"This is a small thing," Felton said lightly as if he was speaking to Feather, "you can do it alone."
Draco seriously wondered if this man wanted him dead. Immediately.
"You want me to do this?" Draco quickly glanced at the entire picture. After calming down, his sense of crisis deepened, "I can't do it alone! These places - some are even very core parts, you Leave me alone? And draw such an obvious symbol?!"
"I see that you and Xavier are quite capable when they quarrel," Felton said sharply. "You sound like you can do many things that he can't do, and you can do what he can do. In this matter, If I leave it to him, he will finish it in less than ten minutes, and now you are telling me that you can’t do it.”
The tone of that statement sounded particularly unpleasant to Draco for some reason, and he was easily choked by Felton.
"I……"
Draco chuckled and gritted his teeth - he neither wanted to admit that he was really worse than Harry, nor did he want to just do what Felton said.
"Take this." Felton asked him to stretch out his palm and put a small pendant in his palm. Draco only heard the sound of metal rustling and clanking, and then his palm felt cold. Felton's hand was not even a trace. Neither did the thing he was holding, "Xavier has one, and you also have one now. If you tell me you can't, then you are really incompetent."
"...Time Turner." Draco looked at the thing in his hand. This time he recognized this thing. Come to think of it, wasn't this what Harry took from the dormitory? For a moment, he felt as if there was an egg stuck in his neck, and his face twisted, "——Why do you all have this kind of control tool as easy as owning a broom?"
"The idea of regulation is that it's man-made," said Felton.
And as long as the rules are set by people, they will be broken one day, no matter who it is.
"Go." He turned around, his attitude more like driving away than driving away, "Go and do what you want to do." After that, he walked back, seemingly not intending to care about Draco anymore.
Draco looked at the thing in his hand, gritted his teeth, and picked up the golden pendant in his hand again to look at it. He couldn't believe that he had this, and at the same time, a hundred ways to use the time turner had begun to be listed in his head. .
Why should I listen to Felton?
Once this thought came up, Draco could never put it back.
He didn't stop doing anything, and simply took out the portrait in his pocket and asked directly: "Do you know how to use the time turner?"
"What, what?" The portrait, which was about to fall asleep in the pocket, knocked its head against the frame and yawned.
Draco was silent for three seconds, then decisively smashed the time turner into the portrait's face.
"——Merlin, what's the point of me taking you with me?!"
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Draco smashed the painting in anger, and Harry ran for his life - of course, of course, with Harry around, they wouldn't try to sneak away from the front line, they just took the back door.
But who says there won’t be chaos at the rear? AllenIt's not like they can't move!
The air was full of vibrations and harsh noises that were enough to shatter glass. Amidst the sky full of sand, broken metal and stones, it could be said that this place was dark and a little dark. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't see clearly. After something happened far away, Harry moved forward quickly while protecting his head and put his hands on his head to find any traces of Allen and the others. He also had to do a job that he was not very good at - multitasking.
Salazar was in his chest pocket and calmly began to pick out his actions through a glass-like wall, as if he could still pick at this time.
"...The frozen wall is no different from glass. Have you not considered whether you will be hit by debris? There is no defense above your head? What on earth are you thinking? Your head, your hands, any part of your body Every place needs protection... No, if you can't do it using this method, why can't you use another method? No, don't just say 'I'm not good enough' just because that woman's leg is sprained, not yet Stop and look, you are twelve, not twenty-one, you have no time to care about anything else, look at yourself!"
Sean and Moira (of course, she who accidentally sprained her foot just now was on Sean's back) looked very worried at him from behind the cover not far away - they couldn't hear the voice of the portrait, but Harry's expression became more and more serious. He became more and more pitiful, like a five-year-old kid who stole pudding.
Maybe I'm just being extra stupid today. Harry thought in a daze, feeling that Salazar's mouth was getting closer and closer to Draco or Snape. What is this, a Slytherin tradition? But apart from this group of people, Nott and Parkinson are both scum with a combat power of only 5! Blasie will never offend anyone...
He vigorously chanted a buffering spell on the first few flowing stones, then lowered his head and ran quickly through the back section when their speed slowed down. The road was bumpy and uneven, and he almost fell down while running in a hurry, which made the portrait even more dissatisfied.
"Do you understand what your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor means?"
The portrait said slowly.
Harry shook his head subconsciously and nodded quickly, but out of his honest heart, he still shook his head.
"I... seem to understand, but I think it's still not clear enough," he said while catching a familiar frequency. He looked around to determine a direction before continuing, "What the teacher means is that everyone has to do it for themselves." Make a decision?"
"He is saying that you are wasting your breath," the portrait said. "No matter how many great principles you say, you can't move a determined person, and no matter how much help you give, it will not be needed - he is saying that you should take care of yourself." Nosy business.”
"Uh..." Harry suddenly felt embarrassed and frustrated at the same time.
"Maybe I am." He said this, thinking of Draco's blushing face arguing with him, thinking of his disgust and Draco's original intention, Harry couldn't help but start to reflect on himself.
"Harry? Harry! Which way are you going?" Sean called him from behind.
"Ah? Oh, this way!" Harry waved vigorously, and Sean ran over with Moira on his back, and cleaned the things around him. He listened in the direction Harry said, and then said definitely , "Yes, this direction is correct, but we have to go a little further to the left!"
Sean has extraordinary hearing. Normally he just listens to what hot girls say about him, but at this time, this hearing comes in handy.
"What did you hear?" Harry asked as he ran.
"Allen's cell phone ringtone," even though the sun was about to set, this place was still very hot. Sean's face was so covered with sweat that he could hardly open his eyes. He actually made a face, "and Pingxin." The clanging sound, I guess it’s medical equipment.”
Harry silently sprayed a small jet of water from the tip of his wand to wash his face. Moira took out a handkerchief and dried him. Sean thanked him cheerfully. Harry grabbed his arm and took a deep breath. Teleported in the direction Sean said.
This time it turned out that they were running in the right direction - as soon as their feet touched the ground, first of all, they found that this place was quite normal, at least there was no dust flying around. Secondly, Harry saw a small group of people building A new tent was being set up, and there were people shouting and shaking off the stones and gravel that had fallen on the roof of the tent. Harry even heard someone suggesting that it was best to stay farther away.
Then there was an angry scolding, Sean: "It seems to be Erik."
"It's too far away to provide support," Harry heard Emma's impatient voice, "I've already handed over the message, do you want to ask someone to take away anyone again? I've seen it clearly, you idiot, if Charles is taken away, I will let you bear Erik's anger alone."
Then Harry stopped hearing the voice of the suggester, and Sean felt that this person must have run away crying and was scared to tears.
They climbed up the small slope and easily found the tent in the center. Harry walked in with the fastest pace he had seen in more than ten years. He was startled before he could say a word -
——The moment he came in, Erik looked over with murderous eyes. His expression was solemn and vigilant, just like the stone statues and armors in hogwarts holding swords, axes, and shields, cold and dangerous. Fortunately, after seeing that it was Harry, he reluctantly restrained himself and silently turned his head back to its original place.
Eric's eyes were like the sharpest sword. Harry was scanned by it and couldn't help but shudder. He was the youngest boy and the second youngest child in the family. Usually at home, Eric was not easy to control when he became an adult. The twins felt a headache, but they were very kind to the two well-behaved children. This was the first time that Harry was looked at by Eric like this. The strangeness made him feel scared, just like a cub is afraid of a seasoned hunter. But when he moved his eyes downward and saw Erik holding Charles' hand tightly, holding it cherished and anxiously, his nose felt sore again, and he didn't feel scared at all.
Look, he grabbed his hand and seemed unwilling to let go.
Then Uncle Erik will always be Uncle Erik. No matter what, Uncle Erik will never leave Dad's side or hurt Dad, so there is nothing to be afraid of.
Growing up, Harry trusted Charles the most. Anyone who loved Charles was a good person, and anyone who had bad intentions towards Charles was not a good person. His judgment had always been based on this.
Even though Erik seemed like he didn't want to say a word, Harry still heard his deep voice: "...I told you all to hide well. I said so."
"I brought dad out." Harry said.
"If you're unlucky, you're doomed." Erik motioned for Harry to come over, and finally patted his head, "I know you did it... you did something that none of us could do right away. You did it Very good, Harry... I know you all care about Charles, but you also need to know that I have already said that we only hope that the four of you are well."
Harry somehow understood Draco's grievance at this moment - I can obviously do it, why can't I do it because I am a child? I can do it! But he is not Draco's type after all. Thinking about Nina and Draco, he can also understand what the adults think.
And this grievance disappeared immediately... because the man actually hugged him. He couldn't even smile in this situation.
"Your dad will be happy that you saved him."
Erik said.
Harry said no more. His eyes and nose were aching, and he looked at Charles who was placed on a thick blanket and a layer of medical sheets. He watched him close his eyes tightly, but without saying a word, he asked: "Uncle Erik, how is my dad?"
"Maybe your medicine is very effective, and his health is much better than everyone expected." Emma answered for Erik in advance, "He just can't wake up. Science can't find out the reason."
Charles, who was lying on it, groaned just right, tossing and turning slightly like every person who has a nightmare. Erik held Charles's hand tighter, and the latter showed some pain on his face, just like every person who has a nightmare. People who have nightmares and can't wake up.
Harry took a breath that he had just let go and lifted it up again.
Erik put his hand on Charles' face. Gently.
His fingers gently stroked Charles's forehead, brown hair stained with dust and blood. He wiped away the sweat that had spilled for no apparent reason for Charles, and pressed his fingers gently between his eyebrows, as if he wanted to soothe the other person's pain and uneasiness.
Sean and Moira stood by the tent door, looking at Erik holding Charles' hand like that, they both sighed.
"Go and rest for a while." Emma pushed Harry to the door and said warmly, "Have a rest and have a drink of water. Then you can try to snatch Charles from Erik's hands after taking care of Charles."
Harry walked out of the tent door with three steps. Of course, someone took him to get some drinking water and gave him some dry compressed biscuits to satisfy his hunger. Harry also remembered the snacks Draco threw into his pocket during the quarrel. , so I decided to take it all out and eat it.
And just when he lowered his head and reached into his pocket, a sudden premonition hit him. Harry's premonitions were always very good, so he rolled on the spot and flicked his hand from the inner pocket of his sleeve. He took out his magic wand and immediately recited a blasting spell, blasting open several supply boxes in front of him!
