Salazar frowned silently in his pocket as Harry cast the explosive spell and quickly rolled away.
A small turquoise stone embedded on the inside of the wooden picture frame shattered silently.
Harry stopped rolling on the ground without noticing and coughed a few times in the smoke.
Something has come. His instinct told him so. And if that explosion hadn't been created just now, I'm afraid...
He forgot to glance at it from a distance, only to see the fragments of a car lying across the fragments of the supply box, abruptly like missing pieces of a puzzle, and this was not over yet. Harry saw some movement in the fragments, but When he had no time to think, he almost couldn't stand still.
————A hurricane suddenly blew here, as if a storm was coming! It came so fast, but was so powerful that Harry could hardly stand.
Salazar instructs him in the portrait, very loudly: "Take me out."
"What?"
Harry quickly ran up from the ground, and then ran towards the tent where Charles was. There was a strange sound like an arrow shooting through the air, and it was as loud as an air raid.
Ding----
A harsh, iron-like knocking sound reverberated from above the entire camp with unbearable vibrations. Harry almost fell, but fortunately, he had good foundation and managed to stabilize after taking a deep breath. , and then ran towards the tent where Charles was.
"Take me out!"
Harry heard it clearly this time, but - he couldn't move at all. He wanted to run for his life on his hands and knees. A huge wind blew up in the entire camp, and many supply boxes and tents became messy amidst people's screams. He was blown away, and the wind resistance made it difficult for him to move forward. In order to continue walking forward, Harry almost blistered the tip of his tongue from clenching his teeth.
Faster, faster! !
His strength became surprisingly strong for some reason at this time, maybe it was magic, maybe it was some other power. In short, when Harry was almost about to shout out this request, his body became stronger. This was simply amazing. It was said that a sudden wish came true.
So he opened his legs and ran toward the tent where Charles and Erik were with every step while everyone else was in a mess or looking for something to save.
But it was as if all his thoughts were exhausted at that moment. When he got there, he saw Erik's eyes that were almost bleeding. He was holding on to Charles's waist desperately, and Charles...
Charles closed his eyes tightly and his legs were weak, but he still pushed Erik spontaneously with his hands, trying to get out of his arms.
Standing opposite them was a girl with brown skin and silver hair. She was still floating stably three meters above the ground in the storm. Her eyes were strange white. Harry could easily understand that she was the person in this scene. Master of storms.
There was a loud bang, and several strong railings suddenly rose from the ground, locking Erik and Charles, and also locked Charles' whereabouts.
Bang, bang, bang!
A huge piece of metal flew towards the girl at a falling speed. The girl quickly blocked it with her hands. The strong wind and air gradually slowed down the speed of the metal, but almost immediately, she suddenly felt a squeeze. Suffocating feeling... If she hadn't known that it was tailor-made, she would have thought she was wearing the wrong size.
However, she didn't have time to think about it. All the metal parts of her body were squeezing her tightly as if they were trying to squeeze into her body. Her throat was already contained, and the pain and suffocation combined to restrain her.
Silver armor. Harry thought quickly. Using metal as armor is probably the worst thing the opponent can do.
Just as Harry thought, the girl was restrained almost all of a sudden - probably because she didn't expect that the clothes she was wearing could become a fatal weapon - she fell like a falling bird, and the storm here was causing the owner to struggle. When he tried to breathe, he stopped immediately, and Harry also lost the feeling of floating that made him feel as if he was about to ascend to the sky.
And Charles, as if he had seen all this, stopped pushing and beating Eric... and then immediately, he made an even more shocking move.
Boom!
He slammed his head against the railing!
"Charles!!!" Erik's heart was about to be shattered by this bang. He blocked Charles's head with his hand and shouted with all his strength, "Charles, wake up!!"
Boom!
This time it was a fist that hit me!
Harry was so frightened by the two thumps that he could hardly distinguish between his hands and feet. He could hardly think anymore and just rushed over.
"Go back!" Erik had never been so harsh to Harry, "Go!"
Walk? How could it be possible to leave!
Harry rushed in front of Charles and the others, right between them and the girl. He was extremely fast. He first relieved the girl of the suffocation crisis with one hand, but then pinched her chin with the other hand and poured life and death water into her, waiting for her. After she fainted, he threw her there. Not far from here, the other mutants who were blown away would naturally imprison her... But of course that was not Harry's goal at this time.
"What happened? Dad? Dad!" Harry held Charles' hand after he hit him for the third time and asked almost in fear, "Dad?! dad!"
He called out to Charles loudly, but the latter just paused and began to smash at the iron railing with all his strength, like a fish trying to get back into the water, so hard that even Erik almost used I had to hold him with all my strength, and his madness could scare everyone.
"Uh!" Charles moved around wildly. Eric didn't check for a moment and let him hit his chin with his head. If Eric hadn't gritted his teeth and endured the pain without letting go of Charles, I'm afraid Charles would have succeeded. .
"Water of life and death!" Salazar angrily reminded Harry in his pocket, "What are you waiting for!"
"-Yes, the water of life and death!" Harry looked at the water of life and death that had not been put back in his hand as if he had been awakened. He hurriedly opened the lid again, "Uncle Erik, you have to drink it for daddy!! "
"What are you going to feed him?!" Erik couldn't think at all at the moment, his eyes almost bursting with heartache. He even looked at Harry and the potion in his hand with vigilance, because Harry had fed it to the enemy just now. , he even suspected that it was poison, and shouted with a little distrust in his tone, "What is this! What are you going to feed him?! How dare you feed this kind of thing to Charles!"
"It's the water of life and death! This is the medicine that makes people fall asleep!" Harry saw Charles biting his lip and bleeding, and he was even more anxious than Erik. At this moment, when he shouted, his temper also rose, and he yelled at him, "Do you want me to watch dad continue like this? We have to let him fall asleep first and don't hurt himself!!"
He couldn't wait any longer, so he stretched out his hand and partially lifted the iron fence in front of him. He held Charles's head in one hand and held the bottle with the other hand, and stuffed it straight.
"Dad, let's drink a little, just a little." Seeing Charles roaring like a madman to get rid of Erik, Harry felt an extremely painful feeling in his heart. He couldn't help but lower his voice, "Just drink a little." …”
The mouth of the bottle successfully touched Charles' lips, and a lot of the remaining water of life and death was sent in with a flick of Harry's wrist. Charles suddenly coughed violently and spit out a lot of water of life and death, as if he knew it was not a good thing. Erik glared at Harry because of this, as if he felt that this thing had brought great pain to Charles... but Harry firmly and forcefully lifted Charles's chin, and still let him swallow the little bit of life and death water.
The potion was very effective. Within three seconds, Charles' movements became weak, and then his eyelids gradually closed. Before he fell asleep completely, he glanced at Harry. The latter looked at those blue eyes that had stopped rolling randomly. He should have been relieved, but he didn't know why he was even more uneasy.
His sixth sense as a wizard told him that something more crazy and evil than this had just come. Realizing this, Harry couldn't help but feel his fingertips getting cold... But looking at Erik, his whole body felt like he was coming out of water. , slumped on the ground, holding Charles, who had fallen asleep and became calmer, in his arms, but he became determined again.
"I'm not afraid of you." He murmured, squatting down again, taking out all the potions and checking to see if there were any that could be used by Charles.
I finally know why Draco refuses to leave. he thought as he picked out a few bottles.
How could we leave? How could we be afraid?
I'm not leaving, I'm not afraid. Draco must have thought so when he was arguing with him, and now Harry thought so himself.
"How about Charles..." Emma tied all the messed up blond hair behind her back. She was barely blown too far, but her image was in a mess. So she was very annoyed and asked her subordinates to take the girl away and lock her up. After that, she changed. I just came here after I had my hair done.
"Come and see him," Erik said. "He's been hurting himself."
Harry silently squeezed out the blood-removing plaster and tried to apply it on Charles' head, but looking at the shocking wounds and bruises, he changed to a repair type after a while.
Emma put her hand on Charles' head and shook her head after a moment.
"I can't probe his thoughts or memories."
"He may wake up later, please don't wander around," Erik said softly, as if he was afraid of waking up Charles. He watched Harry gently apply the ointment, and even his tone was calmer than before, as if he had already escaped. He was in a violent state, "I'm afraid he will hurt himself again."
Harry silently handed Emma a new bottle.
"I'm not thirsty..." Emma said.
"Well, this is the water of life and death. A few drops can make people sleep to death." Harry couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
Emma was a little embarrassed but still accepted the bottle.
"You have ideas," she said.
"Maybe this symptom only exists in Dad," Harry was a little unsure, but still reminded, "It's also possible that it's contagious... Anyway, if you see something similar and something doesn't look right, just pour it out."
"Oh, my dear, you are so gentle," Emma put the bottle away and said casually, "We usually knock her out and finish."
harry:………………
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felton must want me dead.
When he had this thought, Draco was clutching a protruding stone edge with his fingers, not daring to look at the scene below.
You know, when your feet are not on the ground, the time turner is useless... However, he still failed to grasp it firmly in the end. When the stone he grabbed also loosened and fell, he fell straight down. I dropped it, and I was really hating that my broom was taken away by Sean.
Am I going to die? Am I going to die?
——While he was thinking this, he suddenly felt like he had fallen on something, but at the same time, his calf hurt again!
He looked over intently. He didn't know where he was looking with his dark eyes. He grabbed his calf and opened his mouth to bite it. Draco was so excited that he yelled and recited all the spells he knew with his wand. The other party only stepped back a few steps. But there was no cry.
He was a man with tattered clothes, dark skin, and blood scabs all over his body. He was so thin that he was just skin and bones. Just looking at him made Draco feel sick. When he saw what was under him, he felt so sick. Fear was added to my feeling.
The ground beneath him - let's just trust it - was densely covered with broken flesh, flesh and bones, and there were many living people with only half a breath left. They were all as ragged and skinny as the person who bit him just now. .
Draco screamed several times, even when he was standing, and he was scared even when he was sitting. He looked scared with his eyes open, and even more scared with his eyes closed. His face turned pale for a moment, and he almost fainted. godric reminded him:
"You have a portkey in your pocket. I think Felton gave it to you. Try it quickly." Godric looked at Draco's bulging wallet.
Draco then trembled and took out the door key - an apple - without saying a word, the door key led him to Felton sitting on the ground.
He then collapsed to the ground.
Felton wasn't surprised at all that he was here. When Draco looked over from the corner of his eye, he actually still had wounds.
Where was he injured? This was Draco's first thought. But the next moment he didn't think about it anymore, he especially wanted to strangle Felton to death.
felton's time turner is a fake! He couldn't even turn around, so he had no choice but to be caught by the soldiers and thrown into the pit of who-knows-what!
Draco's clothes were soaked with cold sweat on his back. It was as if his bones had been broken three times and then unfolded. Every move of his limbs brought pain. Even looking at them, he could tell that they were stiff. Even so, he gritted his teeth and used his palms and arms to support himself. He moved a few steps forward and sat closer to Felton, who was taking off the last bandage on his face with an expressionless expression to wrap up the arm that was injured by debris, turning his palms During this time, Draco had the illusion that he could see the mole on his wrist.
In this safe but not safe corner, Draco felt even quieter than the dead silence in the dungeon just now, but the dizziness that came over him was killing him. He gritted his teeth and loudly confirmed and denied in his head. His heart was so fast that it was about to burst, and the blood in every vein was almost cold. He even suspected that he was going to die, even more than he had just suspected.
But looking at Felton's eternally calm appearance, he felt a sense of relief: Felton was here, and he would not die after all.
But what about the others? what about others? others!
"You..." Draco gasped for every breath he could take, his face turned a dead gray in the shadows, and his gray-blue eyes stared at the other person, "You have nothing... to tell me. of?"
"What did you say?" Felton remained unshakable and calm, and his voice didn't even get higher or lower.
"How about you want to watch me die!" Draco growled unbearably.
felton gave him a calm look.
"If you think you're special you're wrong," he said. "To me, it doesn't matter who dies."
"Oh, really," Draco almost blurted out in response to this sentence, "Great, I can see that even Harry is willing to watch him die... Look at what you are doing. This sentence I believe what you said!"
felton looked at him again.
"This sentence is wrong." He said, "Xavier cannot die."
Draco was so angry that he laughed. He felt that he had never been so calm and manic. He wanted to laugh and curse, "You said you don't care about anyone, just let them die, and you said Harry can't die." He repeated felton. The wish is like putting the verification process on a blackboard for people to see the results, "Do you still think this is not called 'special'? Do you have even one sentence to express clearly what you want to do? You care about him so much, you still Call him by his last name, why don’t you call him Harry?”
There was a strong sense of sarcasm in his words.
"The step was wrong." Felton said without raising his eyes. "To be precise, my goal is 'Xavier can't die'... Oh, if you think about it, Xavier himself is indeed very special to me."
Draco simply didn't want to hear this man say this a second time, so he said bluntly: "Do you still want to be shameless?"
"It's never a shame to have a person like this." Felton changed his position and crossed his left and right legs together. The head leaning against the wall showed his exhaustion, "Your life will be like this without this person." It’s already over.”
"You are sophistry," Draco thought it made sense when he first heard this, but he immediately sharply pointed out the inappropriateness of it, "Harry is not 'such a person' for you!"
No, I was led astray by him again. Draco thought instantly.
"...Will Harry die?" He stared at the ground at his feet and asked like a whisper.
It was as if he didn't even want to hear this.
"I don't know." Felton gave an answer that Draco didn't expect. "Maybe, maybe not, so why don't you go back and see him more while you can? Maybe you won't have to see him in the future."
He said it calmly, but Draco could hear the sarcasm in it... Don't ask him why, he just knew it, and the flavor was actually somewhat familiar.
"..."
Draco wanted to refute him for a moment, and refuted him loudly, saying that you were a liar! But after about five seconds of silence, he chose to speak sentence by sentence.
"You have always been partial to Harry." He said slowly, "But he can't please people like you. He hasn't ever."
"That's right." Felton rarely refuted him, but said 'that's right'.
If it were normal times, Draco would have thought that the sun had come out from the west, but now, he was almost trying his best to think about things that he might have forgotten or things he had always remembered.
"When you made potions...in private, your methods were very similar to Professor Snape." Draco thought of this.
"Um."
felton answered this sentence in an unclear way.
"You...the man in the painting." Draco thought of the man in the painting. He looked so similar to Harry, but not like Harry at all. This was a subtle feeling, but Draco's artistic skills were extraordinary, or he was overly sensitive. , in short, he grasped this feeling, "He...is Harry?"
"……no."
This straightforward answer only disturbed Draco's train of thought - he thought the man was indeed Harry, but now his train of thought was disconnected.
"Then are you..."
No. Can't ask. Is it something? What do you want to ask him? What answer do you want?
——I just want an answer! An answer! Otherwise what should I do!
"..." Draco's fingertips trembled a few times, and he turned his head, which had been tilted away, back to Felton, and then made an action that he would never dare to do otherwise.
His fingertips touched Felton's hood...and then pulled gently.
felton didn't make any move, he just sat there indifferently, letting his hood fall down, which made Draco's heart almost jump out of his throat, but when he really got his wish, the next moment he I was almost scared out of my mind.
He glanced into a pair of familiar yet unfamiliar gray-blue eyes - and in just that second, an electric feeling exploded in his head, and several fragments passed through his mind, but they quickly disappeared. .
But Draco still jumped up as if someone had stabbed him hard. When he screamed, it could be heard that his throat had been strained to the maximum extent, but he was completely unaware that the tone of his voice had changed.
"You lied to me... He is dead, he is dead!!!"
Draco felt like he was going crazy. Why did Felton do this and why he lied to him were all forgotten at this moment. There was only this sentence left in his mind, and he would only repeat these few sentences in his mouth. He had stopped saying this and thought, "He——Harry is dead! You lied to me!!"
But after jumping to his feet and swearing a few words, he suddenly stopped, confused and unbelievable.
"...No. That's not...that's not him? He has...that scar?"
felton finally spoke.
"It's not Xavier." He didn't take the hood back again, "Xavier is not him."
That face could be said to be 90% similar to Draco's, with a lifeless calmness that was different from the boy.
"...That's why you said you didn't want him to die," Draco swallowed. "Because you... he is your 'kind of person'?"
The kind of...the kind of person without whom your life would be over?
Draco could hear the beating of his heart in his chest, everything was so tense, and Felton seemed to think he wasn't surprised enough and said, "He is. But it's not Xavier."
"My 'kind of people' are all dead," he said.
After listening to his words, Draco felt that he understood something in the first second, but felt that he didn't understand in the second second, and decided that he still didn't understand in the third second.
"...Is he your boyfriend?" Draco asked.
"No, I hated him until he died, and I hate him now."
This was another answer that didn't meet Draco's expectations.
"You mean, I'm just crazy," Draco muttered, "for doing this for someone I don't like at all?"
"He may never be the kind of person you like." It was difficult for Felton to say a few more words, "Stupid, impulsive, stubborn and talented to the point of death, he will lose his temper at you at every turn, and he has sky-high property and With such a great reputation, he only likes to fall in love with ordinary little girls. The highest limit is to be stable and hold hands. He will torture himself to death for trivial matters that have nothing to do with him... However, he still has deep-rooted prejudices and impressions against you. You join the team. I can all suspect that you bought it."
"..." Draco didn't know what to say for a moment. Finally, he thought about it and could only say, "A terrible person."
"No." Felton stood up, and his silver hair was loosely let down behind him. Only then did Draco realize that there was a trace of white in the silver, "A terrible person."
A sneer exactly like Draco's usual appeared on his face.
"You'll know then - those are all bullshit." Felton snorted from his nose, "If you fall in love, you will still fall in love. As long as this thing is unreasonable, no amount of shortcomings can stop it. You're going to die - remember, you're just as bad as that guy."
"I still hate him until now." He said softly, not needing an answer from Draco, "But look? I'm the only one who did this for him."
