Harry followed Allen, holding a box that was larger than his head, and distributed food, water, and sunshades very quickly. At the same time, he was very concerned about everyone. Once there was an injured person, Allen would take him forward. Check the injury and bandage it.
Allen is not young anymore, he is just thirty this year, but of course, he is extremely handsome. He is not a very burly type. As a medical student and a rich man, this man is certainly not strong or tall. If he had a fight with Emma one day, I am afraid that the latter could kill him with one finger. Harry followed behind him. He was slender and didn't look very young. He was more considerate and attentive. This allowed him to lead the child around without the psychological pressure of bullying child labor.
"Not everyone is trustworthy, so if you are not an acquaintance, put away your magic." Emma warned her husband when she asked Harry to take him out for a walk. "Put away your potions and use them at the most critical moment. Isn’t it better? Right?”
After saying that, she glanced at her husband: "I know you are curious, but I don't allow it."
Therefore, although Harry knew about one, two, three, four, five... well, more than ten healing spells, the wand of yellow ash wood that he was most suitable for performing healing spells was thrown away by him in a fit of rage like a police officer. It was given to the Auror, and he couldn't really use the wounded as a guinea pig, so in the end he had to listen to Allen tell him some essentials.
In fact, Allen was more itchy than him and really wanted to experience the mystery of magic. Due to his dignity as an adult, he finally complied with Emma's request and didn't mention a word about healing magic.
"When you have a fever, it depends on the situation whether you need to wipe yourself." Allen is not only a professional doctor, but also a person who loves to read miscellaneous books. When he said this, he quickly disinfected the tweezers with alcohol while talking to Harry, and then to Harry. He touched the wound quickly and accurately. He had already finished it before the wounded person even hissed. As if he was afraid that a twelve-year-old child would find this boring, he kept talking, "Someone told me about a local method, which is to use wine to wipe the body. However, this method is not used much, but I am very fond of it." I’ve wanted to try it, but I’ve never had the chance. You see, it’s not good if the ward smells like alcohol, right? We can’t make the ward smell like a rave party.”
Harry burst out laughing and handed over the gauze. Allen quickly bandaged the wounded man and received a flower from the mutant on his fingertips as a thank you gift, which he pulled off casually. Let the boy play with it.
Erik didn't bring many people, and everyone was a mutant. In the hurricane just now, there were no serious injuries among these people, but a few were injured after being blown away, so it didn't take much. , most people stopped talking after receiving the rationed water and food, and Allen and Harry continued walking farther away.
As a result, Harry met many of Erik's old subordinates. Allen may not have any feelings because he is an ordinary person, but he has very subtle feelings.
Some people have the ability to breathe and live underwater. They have strange gills on both sides of their faces, which are still opening and closing in the air. They look like ugly fish or something, but of course , it is impossible to be uglier than the mermaids in the Black Lake of Hogwarts. It is said that they are not very kind. Some people set fire to anything they touch, but they do not have the ability to control it like John. The flames did not hit the area, but the palm of the man's hand was as red as fire, and it was burnt. Harry touched it slightly with his fingertips with sub-zero temperature, and the other person instinctively grasped his fingertips, like The desert traveler who got the water was so eager that Harry quickly pulled his finger away in fright, while Allen told the man with a straight face that no matter if he offended a child, Erik, that is, the boss's child was not rational; there were others, It was as if they didn't need to rest. When Harry gave them water and food, and when he tried to greet them, their steely eyes were enough to tell Harry that they didn't need any extra care.
Harry himself is undoubtedly an ordinary mutant - he doesn't have any more organs than ordinary people, nor does he have any super abilities that he needs to control urgently. Although he was surrounded by so many mutants with different abilities before, but like today There were so many of them, many of them adults, and he had never seen them before.
However, there are not no teenagers among them, but very few, very few, and they are several years older than Harry, and a little older than Scott and the others.
Harry found that those who looked different from ordinary people tended to have weirder attitudes, while those who could not control their abilities were more restrained. It was difficult for these two kinds of people to sit together. Harry felt that he was posting things too much. dispersion. Harry himself has an aunt who is covered in blue scales, and his aunt's boyfriend who is said to have a hairy problem. He understands somewhat but not completely. He has looked at all kinds of people, and finally feels that although mutants They are already considered 'nature's darlings', but they still have to be divided into factions or classes. This is not even done by bosses like Erik, but by themselves, just like humans who insist on dividing between themselves and mutants. It's like there's a line coming out, it's very strange.
But I'm kind of weird myself. Harry thought back to his previous actions and felt that he had undoubtedly drawn a line between 'wizards' and 'mutants', and stood on the latter without hesitation. As a person who is both, this kind of The choice came a little too quickly, which made him a little embarrassed... Ravenclaw is a rational group, but often, Harry will find that his emotions dominate him.
But he really hates being restricted by wizards' laws. Maybe he will find it very troublesome when mutants also have laws.
Harry thought about this and nodded thoughtfully, while Allen helplessly stretched out his hand to stop him from moving forward.
"You're going to hit someone, Harry."
"Huh? Oh!! Sorry!"
Harry apologized to the person he almost bumped into. The latter laughed and walked over. Allen tapped the medicine and said to Harry, "Well, I'll go back and replenish some supplies. You go back to your dad's first." Bar."
"Do you need my help to get it?" Harry asked quickly.
"No need, you can go and take a rest now," Allen said kindly to the child, "You must be very tired."
Allen is right. Harry had walked a long way, his calves were already sore, and his physical strength was on the verge of exhaustion. The use of magic and mutant abilities made the load even heavier... Well, and looking at it himself, he seemed to have a bit of heatstroke, dizziness and... My stomach is empty.
"Well, I really need to sit down for a while..."
Harry said sincerely. Not only did he need to sit for a while, he also wanted to take a hot bath. He was covered in sand and dust, but more than that, he wanted to go back and see his father. "Can I go see my father?"
"Go after you have something to eat," Allen said sympathetically, "Although Erik may not give up a seat for you...but you can try."
Allen is often a slow man. When Emma first met him, she just wanted to deal with him, or leave him in one night. She said ambiguous words, and the smile on the corner of her mouth was suitable enough for women to understand the meaning of invitation, and That kind of conquest tendency like a queen... But nine times out of ten, Allen will be very nervous because he is with his sweetheart, and then he has no time to read it, and he doesn't dare to read the hint, five or six times out of eighty-nine times. He would think that this was just another time when he was captured by Emma's beauty, so his heart beat faster and his cheeks turned red.
But it is such a man who loves Emma as his own life that he can better understand Erik's feelings. At least Allen asked himself that he could not accept Emma lying there unconscious and madly mutilating herself when she was awake. He loved Emma too much. Emma didn't want to see even a small cut like a nail clipper on her body.
Since Charles drank the water of life and death, he breathed steadily after falling asleep, as calmly as if he were in his own bed. This can be called a good development, at least it is not worse. Erik, on the other hand, has been standing by his side, holding his hand tightly and refusing anyone's approach with his eyes.
Without Emma's explanation, Harry also knew that the string in Erik's head was too tight and no one was allowed to touch it, otherwise he might end up in trouble.
I'm afraid it will just collapse.
Harry held the lily as a gift in his hand and walked back worriedly under the bright sun. He found that Allen was still right, Erik was still standing there like a statue, Charles still had his eyes closed, and Harry was right next to Charles. After sitting in front of him for a while, Erik said dryly, asking him to go out to drink some water and eat something.
In fact, the so-called drinking water and eating means plain water, bread, or compressed food. Harry also has some snacks. He can just sit here and eat. However, Erik obviously only wants to watch Charles by himself. Just like what would happen if there was one more person, just like one more person, even if it was Harry, it would never be the same... Unreasonably, he didn't look like the Eric Harry knew.
Harry was carrying his bag. Erik's subordinates took good care of him and brought him a chair. He thanked him and sat down. He took a sip of mineral water and a bite of bread. After a few mouthfuls, he felt his stomach was bloated, so he stopped habitually. He stood down, his face empty, thinking in his heart, and supporting his chin with his hand.
He suddenly realized that since arriving at Erik's camp, although he felt at ease, he was not very free. Like all responsible parents, Erik was determined not to let his children get involved in these matters. Harry had no way of knowing all the information.
What are the people who kidnapped Dad doing now? Has erik fought with them before? Did they find out that dad was rescued by me? Why would dad hurt himself?
There were several questions in a row. Harry thought about them one by one. He sighed and scratched the ground with his wand. Here was this question, and there was that question. After scratching for a long time, Harry didn't erase any of them. Instead, Harry raised his head. A... well... desire to eavesdrop telepathically.
He thought for a while and began to seriously consider whether the surrounding subordinates and Erik were prepared for this. If he was caught, the end would not be good according to Erik's temper.
Suddenly, his back was hit hard by something. Harry was shocked, blinked and took the small bag that was knocked off his back. Then he saw Draco sitting down, just like countless times in the library. The way he sat was so dusty, and Draco's face was so smelly.
"Lend me the invisibility cloak!" he said fiercely.
"...Huh?" Harry blinked and let out a long voice.
"Don't you understand English? Lend me your invisibility cloak!" Draco said in a low voice.
Harry groaned and pulled the invisibility cloak from his bag to Draco. The latter covered himself tightly and disappeared into the air. Harry's side suddenly became empty again.
Haierbo hissed around Harry's wrist, shrinking like a snakeskin bracelet, but his voice was still threatening. Draco shook under the invisibility cloak, and Harry could see ripples in the air. The same twist in a circle.
Draco didn't need to say anything else. From a distance, Harry saw Felton walking towards this direction, walking in a hurry. It wouldn't be wrong to guess that he was here to catch students.
"Damn it, don't make a sound!"
Draco cursed, then fell silent.
Harry looked confused.
…………
Draco thought he couldn't care more. Yes, he cared about this matter, but he couldn't care more. He is not a country bumpkin born in a Muggle family. He is the heir to a pure-blood family with a long history. Although time travel is not common nowadays, it is not a fantasy... They are wizards! wizard! Mysterious, turning the impossible into possible, encountering all kinds of weird and strange things... In fact, these are still a kind of talk. As long as the person who encounters these things survives in the end, people will respect him because of this.
But in fact, when Felton walked over here and opened his mouth to say the first words to Harry, he began to tremble uncontrollably. He was invaded by all the fears under the invisibility cloak, and every pore revealed unhappiness and The uncontrollable impulse screamed at him to stop this kind of thing from happening.
There was a slight distortion in the air, and people outside seemed unable to notice it. Draco looked through the gauze-like transparent fabric from the inside of the invisibility cloak and watched Felton quickly approach and stand in front of him, no, in front of Harry.
Sure enough, Felton's cloak was put on again, as if he didn't want Harry to know who he was. There was no bandage, but the hood covered him tightly, with only the tip of his pale chin exposed.
"Professor." Draco heard Harry calling him this. He tasted it carefully and felt that the word 'Professor' contained respect, surprise, and certainty. However, there was no doubt that it was an honorific. He didn't pay attention before, or he took it for granted. Felton is a professor after all, and a professor should be called a professor. If Harry calls him a name like James (Draco thinks this is another sinister point), Draco should be disgusted. Wrinkle your nose. But now, he silently turned the word "professor" in his mouth several times, gritted his teeth, and almost cursed Felton for his bad taste and perversion.
Harry had no idea that Draco would chew his teeth under the invisibility cloak. His relationship with Felton was in a certain sense: neither far nor close, closer than ordinary students, farther than Sirius or Lupine, Felton was right Although Draco could always find faults from head to toe, they had more communication with each other than Harry. Harry thanked Felton for teaching him knowledge, but he didn't feel any closer to him, so Felton came over. Harry habitually called him "Professor" first, and then he didn't know what to say. He wanted to thank him for coming to help. But I feel that my weight is too light, and thank you is too light.
Felton has always been a very cold person. Every time Harry brewed potions under his guidance, he always stood three steps away from Harry. If he was further away, he couldn't see the contents of the crucible, but he was unwilling to go any further. , and rarely find fault with him. It can be said that he has a just right amount of alienation towards him. A little more will make him look like a snape, and a little less will make him seem too gentle.
Draco always complains that Felton favors Harry, but Harry is better at guessing people's hearts than him. He knows that only people who really care about you will scold and correct your mistakes without hesitation, not to mention that Felton never does any real punishment. At most, this is like Rogue criticizing Logan so much every time. Many people don't know how this little girl has the courage to scold her tall and burly guardian...or like Warren picking on Kurt's common sense and etiquette. After picking and correcting him, he took him with him every day to eat, drink and have fun, as if he wanted to make up for all the things Kurt hadn't seen in more than ten years.
Oh, of course, Harry still thought it was difficult for Professor Snape to judge whether it was this type or not.
Thinking about it now, Harry forgot to ask whether it was Felton who brought Draco here, or Draco asked Felton to bring him here.
"What do you want for your birthday?"
It was so sudden that Harry never expected that Felton would ask such a question at this moment. Therefore, his mouth was slightly open, and he was dumbfounded. From the perspective of Draco next to him, his two green eyes were round and motionless, and his expression was like writing a sentence, which meant that he had no idea what happened to Felton. This question will be asked suddenly. "Your birthday is on holiday," Felton seemed to feel that this question was not appropriate. He was silent for a while before saying, "It is normal for mentors to give gifts to apprentices."
This is definitely a lie. Draco is one month older than Harry, but Felton has not even asked him a word. At least Draco is staring under the invisibility cloak, holding his breath, not knowing what Felton will do next.
"I'm glad you remember me." Harry quietly observed the mentor with the corner of his eye, but still couldn't see the other person's expression, so he had to say this.
felton nodded slightly and said in a calm tone: "Then I'll find them and then pick them for you."
Harry was just thinking that Felton and Draco were getting more familiar with each other, but as soon as Felton said these words, he suddenly remembered the lesson in the Forbidden Forest. That time, Felton's attitude was just a little bit off, leaning towards what could be called a gentle area. When Harry sprained his foot, he took the boy's hand and put the golden unicorn cub into his arms. , like an elder giving a nice expensive toy to the younger one.
Next, Harry thought Felton would leave, and Draco also thought he would leave. At least now adults always have more things to do. But to both of their expectations, Felton stretched out his hand and touched Harry's forehead lightly. He groaned inexplicably and took out a small wine flask from his pocket. It was made of sterling silver and the spout was decorated with The posture of the entwined lily was very similar to the one in Harry's hand, and there was something engraved on it that Harry could barely make out was a curse.
He put the flask against Harry's face, and Draco could see the man's fingertips touching his friend's face seemingly inadvertently. As he took a breath, his heart was filled with the wish that Felton could be as far away as he wanted. The urge to roll it as far as it went, the body of the pot was ice cold, and Harry's face quickly cooled down. When he took it, he guessed that it was liquid based on the feel of his hand, and looked at Felton in confusion.
"professor?"
"Take a drink and see." Felton said, "You are not yet in third grade, but it's time to try it. Sirius Black probably won't provide you with this during the summer vacation, even if he likes to pamper you."
Harry just blinked at first, but soon he suddenly realized what Felton had handed him. He was a little stunned and a little curious, so he hesitated for two seconds and glanced in Draco's direction without leaving any trace. He opened the spout, raised his head, and poured a little bit into his mouth. Sure enough, he tasted the foam mixed with the wine. It must not be very pure, but what boy doesn't like to try wine early? Harry also loves it. What's more, he is almost suffering from heatstroke now, and this kind of wine tastes very comfortable when he drinks it like he's drinking it for fun.
"……thank you."
He couldn't help but thank him because he felt so comfortable. Unexpectedly, just less than half a step away, Draco was trembling slightly. He didn't care about what Harry was drinking. No, it wasn't so much that he didn't care, it's better to say that he felt that there was a lot of pretentiousness there. Eighty-nine times it is a love potion. It's hard to say whether the mood he is feeling now can be called fear, and it's hard to say whether he really believes that 'I just love him' nonsense, but look at Felton's past preference for Harry, look at Felton He actually gave Harry a drink. He had never seen Felton be so... gentle to anyone?
felton can do anything. Draco thought that he had obtained unicorn cubs, dragon blood, dragon eggs and dragon skins, magical instruments to store ghosts, and any information. So what was there that he couldn't obtain?
Dead person.
Or Harry.
Draco was even curious as he trembled, how did Felton feel every time he looked at Harry? A scar to remind him? A reflection that resembles that person back then? A piece of memory that has become blurry? A Sims experience object that satisfies you?
Wouldn't he be afraid? Wouldn't it feel hot and shuddering like being burned? Doesn't he feel that this is illusory and terrifying at all, and doesn't he have nightmares every day that don't belong to the present?
At least Draco would react like this if he thinks about it now. He once lost a pet dog. After it died, he never kept another dog, fearing that he would lose a new pet every moment. I saw the shadow of that first dog on my body, and I was afraid that I would become terribly sad, so I rejected all pet dogs from then on.
If the time was right, Draco wanted to take off the hood and take a look - what if Felton was looking for 'the Harry' in Harry?
He was also suddenly extremely reluctant to let Harry talk to Felton - what if Felton was nice to him because Felton himself had lost Harry?
Then why should my Harry be so offended for no reason? Draco grinned in his stomach every time he thought of these things, wishing that Felton would go far away from now on, without any intention of taking care of 'himself'. Even the looks are obviously similar, Felton is also handsome to a very high level, Draco still hates it He hates each other more than the twin brothers.
But at the same time, he was also ashamed - such a person was actually himself.
But he and I are different. Every time Draco pulled himself out of this panic, fear and doubt, he would repeat this to himself.
I would never let Harry be treated badly by someone. he thinks. Not anyone.
