Harry didn't sit there for a while before someone was taken away by Emma, who said she wanted to teach him something. Harry glanced at Draco quietly, then said goodbye to Felton and followed the person who sent him away.
"If you have any needs, you can just ask." Before leaving, Harry touched his head, not sure if what he said was appropriate, "Or come to me and I'll talk to Emma."
After saying that, he bowed with great gratitude, then turned and walked away.
felton watched the boy walk away and disappear around the corner, then said coldly: "Come out."
He is not deaf, even better than the two boys. Although it is not quiet here, he can hear the rustling sounds less than three steps away, and he can also hear the third breath and the scratching of fingernails. The sound of fabric is even more audible.
Almost at the moment when his voice fell, Draco ran away in the opposite direction, but it was useless. Felton just waved the wand in his hand, and with a swipe, Draco's invisibility cloak was lifted off by him. The boy could only turn his head and stop, reluctantly putting away his embarrassment and anger, making an expressionless face, and his eyes were as cold and appraising as possible.
felton ignored him and just put the small wine bottle that Harry had just picked up in front of him. Draco tried his best to look at him calmly, thinking that he probably wanted him to take a taste, but he really couldn't confirm what was inside. It’s not that there is sex, it doesn’t mean that if you poison yourself to death, you will really no longer have felton...
Despite thinking this, Draco still swallowed and reached out to pick up the wine bottle. There was no wine glass here, and even though it was inelegant, he could only drink directly, but before he started drinking, he still opened the lid and smelled it. After confirming that it was butterbeer, he took a careful sip——
"Pfft-cough, cough, cough, cough, cough!!!!"
——Then I almost coughed out my lungs and vomited out my stomach. But it was no use, some of it was still swallowed down the throat. Draco wanted to pull his tongue out.
"What...did you give me something to drink?!"
It's bitter, astringent, spicy, and has an inferior sweetness with too much sugar... If this is the legendary Butterbeer that 'you must try if you are a student', all the alcoholic beverages sold in Hogsmeade The place has long since closed down!
"I didn't ask you to drink it." Felton lowered his head and refused to even sneer, "You have to take it yourself."
Draco was at a loss for words and was extremely angry - you didn't want me to drink it and you put it in front of me! Why didn't you tell me when I was drinking?
He did it on purpose! !
He took a few sips and stamped his feet to spit out some of the smelly saliva mixed in his mouth.
"It's not a bad thing. You won't die if you drink it." Felton said slowly.
I don't believe a word of it! Draco cursed secretly while continuing to bah bah bah. Feelon ignored him and continued to huddle in his dark cloak under the strong sunlight. Anyone passing by would look at him and look cooler than him. They looked at him and seemed to feel that He looked away in less than three seconds as if he was suffering from heat stroke.
"I'll send you back in a while." Felton said, "Your father is probably crazy... he suddenly disappeared from school without a trace, after something like that."
Draco couldn't help but tremble, but he was determined not to show any emotion in front of this person, so he turned his head to the side.
"I would say he deserves it." Felton said something that made Draco want to slap him. "It's not something that the Ministry of Magic wants to embarrass Xavier in a day. Why do they dare to do it? Why do they really do it? In Sirius Black's case When an angry old lion was guarding his only cub, who gave the Ministry of Magic the confidence to reach out like this? Or, in other words, who didn't stop it when it should have been done, and just let it go?"
Draco took a deep breath and grinded out the words from between his teeth: "This has nothing to do with my father... How dare you speculate on him like this!" What's more, his father has obviously relaxed about his relationship with Harry!
"The Malfoy family never puts their eggs in one basket, and they never waste any eggs. You and I have grown up hearing this saying, but you don't know that Lucius really understands the essence of it. This safe and sound Eleven Years of life were enough to turn him into a person who was born with excessive vigilance." Felton didn't pause at all, "He was ready to switch sides, but he felt that now was not the time to exert all his strength. At this time, How could Malfoy get any benefit from it if he tried so hard? He had no flaws and no need for help. How could he get even a little benefit if he tried hard now? The Ministry of Magic did such a shameless thing, and he didn't know anything about it. You don’t need to do anything, you can take advantage of it, give it a try, or you can continue to measure its weight.”
After finishing speaking, he snorted softly and commented: "That's a good idea."
I mean, it’s so beautiful.
If it weren't for Felton's face, or the mole on his wrist, or those memories, Draco would have suspected that this man was a liar - wasn't Lucius Malfoy Felton's father? ! As much as Draco himself admires and respects his father, Felton should have the same amount of adoration and respect!
"The horizons are too narrow." Felton continued. Although he sounded very polite, like a real mentor teaching his students carefully and carefully, Draco knew that he didn't mean anything similar. "There is not only Britain in the world. There are not only wizards among the races other than melons, and there is even more than just the earth in the universe... He looked too small and thought too well, and he deserves to be firmly controlled by the Dark Lord later on."
Draco pinched his sleeve almost immediately, his voice almost breaking.
"What do you mean - what happened to father?!"
"It's just what he deserves," Felton pulled out his sleeves unmoved, as if he was not his father, and the words he said were so callous and cruel, "A little mistake may overturn everything later." , and you will have to pay the price for standing on the wrong team and misreading the situation."
"puff."
The portrait hanging on Draco's waist suddenly laughed. Just now, he had been pretending to be dead because Salazar was in Harry's pocket, but now he was leaning on the frame and laughing. He was so young and handsome, with slightly long blond hair hanging loosely on his shoulders. This made everyone who saw him feel that he was comfortable and relaxed, and ignored the atmosphere here.
But at least both Felton and Draco were dissatisfied with his laxity.
"Why are you laughing?" Draco let out his anger.
"The dead sir, no, the portrait sir, what advice can you give me?" Felton said sarcastically.
"I'm laughing at you for criticizing a child." The portrait said lightly, "You said so much just because you wanted him to achieve your goal, but you refused to reveal to him anything truly useful. What’s the use?”
"What purpose can he achieve for me?" Felton said, "He is not even his father's only child anymore. Kidnapping him can only get ransom and property. Malfoy does not count as severance, and I don't need gold galleons."
Since they were both Malfoy, Felton had certainly never been short of Galleons. At least Draco felt that he was richer than he appeared on the surface, and the things in his cabinet were not things that could be exchanged for a lot of Galleons.
"I know that twins occasionally dislike each other because they hate each other because they are too similar to themselves," Godric said, "But you are the same person, why do you have to be so harsh on 'yourself'?"
Draco's mind went blank for a moment - what, he just asked? ! Is that what he asked? Is that what he asked? ! !
godric gryffindor! ! ! What are you doing! !
"What does this have to do with you?" Felton said softly and to the point, "After all, you are not a person who loves to fully understand a Slytherin's inner thoughts."
"You know this is called changing the subject, right?" Godric said calmly without being angry at all, "Am I a person who loves to understand the hearts of big snakes and little snakes? It has nothing to do with why you are harsh on Draco. You know, right?"
Draco's first reaction to this was that it couldn't be more beautiful! The second reaction was, Merlin, this is a gryffindor who only loves to play tricks!
Godric is worthy of being the ancestor of Gryffindor. No matter whether Felton is devious, sarcastic or explicit, he ignores it all as if he has perfected his avoidance skills and goes straight to the point he wants to ask and control.
Felton stood up slowly, and Draco could even hear him taking a breath. The boy waited, as it were, with bated breath for his rebuttal. What would felton say in reply? Could he find a little bit of this person's emotional expression?
Draco found that he actually had a little bit of expectation for this.
But maybe it was really bad timing. The sound of a woman stepping on high heels came over. Felton noticed the sound first and turned to a certain direction with a flick of his robe. Draco followed him and turned his head, seeing the blond beauty impatient and nervous. Coming figure.
"Have you seen Harry?" she said, "I asked someone to call him, but he hasn't come yet. Why is he there?"
Draco's eyes widened and he subconsciously looked at Felton. Felton was obviously stunned and was looking towards Draco. The two of them looked at each other and confirmed that they remembered correctly.
"Wait a minute, let me confirm," Draco asked suspiciously, "You are Emma, right?"
"Otherwise?" Emma's blue eyes scanned the boy, "Have you seen him?"
"The problem is, we all saw Harry being called away by someone, saying it was 'emma' who asked him to go." Draco repeated word by word, his heart beating like a drum, "But you said he didn't go to you? "
The three of them held their breath at the same time for a second, and at the same time realized that this might not be a matter of going the wrong way or getting lost.
"...I'm going to seal off the camp." Emma said these words and turned around resolutely. Then her instructions were conveyed to the ears of every mutant, "No one is allowed to go out, and they should stay in their own place according to their own number. This place! No one can leave this area within ten minutes! I warn everyone not to have any thoughts of surrendering to the enemy, the cost will be inestimable!"
Draco jumped up almost immediately and grabbed Felton's collar: "What is going on? What is going on!! Aren't you the future me? Tell me!!"
"How do I know what's going on?" Felton said. "I didn't even come to this place before I was eighteen."
Felton said it in an understatement. Draco was almost mad at him. He simply grabbed the wine bottle with his left hand and poured all the liquid in it on his face. He grabbed the invisibility cloak with his right hand and ran away, waiting for Felton to wipe it off. He turned his face and looked again, and there was no sign of the boy in the air.
He took off his cloak, played with his white hair, and made an unexplained exhalation sound.
…………
Harry woke up from a shake.
Something was oppressing his stomach, and his head seemed to be in an abnormal position. In such a hot weather, the temperature forced him to sweat all over his body, and the wind brought by the speed could occasionally give him a little comfort.
But what is he doing? Where is he?
Harry groaned unconsciously, his head felt a dull pain, and his memory was completely blank... No, wait, he seems to be able to remember.
There was a soothing and familiar fragrance floating in the air, which made Harry more discerning.
He remembered that he was suddenly knocked unconscious - the blow was definitely not light. Generally speaking, his resistance to blows was pretty good, and he had rough skin and thick flesh that did not match his appearance - so he was being carried on someone's shoulders now?
He tried to move his fingers, but there was a feeling of being tied up on his wrists, and his feet were also restrained. If he struggled and fell, he would have to roll on the spot instead of getting up immediately. Just run... Then again, his wrists were wrapped so tightly that his fingertips were so numb that he almost couldn't feel anything. How far could he run?
While he was thinking vaguely, he was thrown down with a bang, and then there was an inexplicable force that lifted him up - or it would be more appropriate to say that he stood up. In short, his back was against the wall, his wrists were placed on top of his head, and his ankles were fixed by something that felt like sand and gravel, like plaster but rougher than plaster.
"No, no, no," a voice said softly, "that's not how we treat our fellow humans, Kevin. Didn't I tell you to be kind to young children?"
I hope you still have a good habit of caring for young children. Harry cursed before he heard who it was, but then he heard who it was and broke into a cold sweat. Then he suppressed the fear and replaced it with thoughts that were spinning wildly.
This voice is clearly the person who abused Charles and his father before! And Kevin is Moira's son, that person's right-hand subordinate! How could he be taken away by these people! Dad, what happened to them? Could it be that the camp that Emma and Erik were guarding was captured like this!
"...Charles Xavier is ignorant." Harry closed his eyes and vaguely heard Kevin say this angrily, "We can totally make him succumb to you because of his son...His spirit is a difficult one to beat. Damn little insect, it is the most worry-free thing for you to let him give up on his own... The most hateful thing is Erik Lensherr, no matter how hard the body I control Xavier is hit and his head is bloody, he is not willing to let go."
————! ! ! ! It turned out to be you! ! !
Harry's eyes almost popped out under his eyelids. Although he still patiently did not open his eyes, he still breathed out uncontrollably, attracting the attention of the interlocutor.
"It seems that he is awake." The false god named 'Apocalypse' in the data said in a rather solemn and solemn voice, "Ah, go and take care of him, Kevin, your invitation is very important to a young man." That's rude for a kid, go put him down."
"But, Master, he was the one who ruined your business and saved Charles Xavier..."
"But I am happy, because, ah, I would rather see a child with power than a useless child. We are all mutants, the beloved children of God, and we should all have power and power that surpass ordinary people. Brave...and I naturally have my tolerance, and you also have to have yours, child."
"..."
"Go and untie him."
"Yes, Master." Harry heard Kevin say reluctantly.
And just when the footsteps were getting closer and closer, and Kevin's hand even reached to the top of his head, Harry suddenly opened his eyes, his head suddenly stretched forward, and then he bit Kevin's neck hard, His teeth were opening and closing like a wild beast, and Kevin screamed in pain for a moment. He punched the boy in the abdomen before saving his neck. Then he looked at Harry in disbelief, with an offended look clearly visible on his face. , then replaced by furious.
Harry, on the other hand, was surprisingly calm.
"Pooh."
He just tilted his head, turned his head and spat out a mouthful of blood on the ground. The look on Kevin's face was no different from that of a dog, which made him feel uncomfortable all over. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Kevin wouldn't have believed that he was eleven years old. How dare a child have such disgusting eyes.
He has seen many annoying children, but none of them can make Kevin feel so annoying. His calmness makes you think he is very sensible and sensible, but you can't help but want to beat him to the ground.
Because that look was complete and utter contempt.
