"Speaking of which, do you know the situation outside? Your adoptive father swore that he would not let Lensherr go if anything happened to you," Felton said with a hint of malice, and Harry even suspected that he was trying to sow a relationship, "But Mr. Lensherr I swear that if I choose to do it again, he will still do it. What do you think?"
He said it as if he were a host, and they asked celebrities like this - your girlfriend reportedly broke up with you, what do you think?
"...Um, what?" Harry really didn't understand what he meant.
"Lensherr was just lucky. He thought nothing would happen to his camp and stayed with your father, but this indirectly caused you to be stolen easily." Felton's expression was a bit gloating, "He deserves to be blamed by your father." .”
"Wha - God, this has nothing to do with Erik! Why should dad blame - I mean -" Harry opened his mouth wide, "I am twelve years old, not two years old. I already have the ability to defend myself. Of course he should Stay by daddy’s side, it’s me running around that’s why—”
"You won't know why until you become a parent," Felton said, the smile on his lips having completely disappeared. "You don't want to know how uncomfortable it is for the people left behind when someone dies. You think those are the It should be, but it’s often difficult for others to decide.”
Harry was choked by him, and Felton continued: "Do you know why there is such a big cognitive difference between you and others? Because you are a complete fool."
"I know such a fool. He has been devoting himself to others and sacrificing himself to save more people. Of course he died later," Felton then said quickly, as if he wanted to finish all these words, "He I don’t know how much trouble this has caused for me and his friends. Every day I have nightmares, every day I wonder if people can really be so stupid, every day I wonder what would happen if there were no people like him in the world, and finally I thought What if I had been a hero and tried to save him, but more often than not I was complaining to his friends."
He stood up, walked to the counter behind the sofa, stood casually on a stand for short children, and rested his arms on the counter. He turned his back to Harry and his voice became softer and softer.
"I don't know if he hated me so much... He left, and the law made him passively leave the worst things to me, such as all his inheritance. And we are not even friends. I have nightmares every day , dreaming about various fragments about him. But I have not contacted him for many years. I don’t know why this is happening. I just think that it would be better if he was not dead." He repeated the nightmare again. At this point, "I even thought about it later - I even hoped that he would live, so that I would be relieved."
He suddenly turned into a whiny person, saying these things at a speed that was not consistent with his usual speed. Harry could see that his shoulders were even shaking slightly.
This back view is full of excitement, injustice, anger... and even sadness.
But why do you... mind it so much that you even have nightmares? Harry even thought a little confused. That person's death has nothing to do with you, you didn't do anything wrong. professor.
"Maybe it's because I once wanted to be friends with him, or because we were classmates and he saved me." Felton turned around and said, resting his chin on the palm of his hand like a teenager, " Or to paraphrase what I heard from Muggle movies - maybe it's because crows look like writing desks." 1
"But it's not that you 'did nothing wrong'," Felton said, and Harry wondered if he had said what he was saying unconsciously, "you really have no influence at all. For example, your uncle Erik, Mr. Erik Lensherr, Is his choice really the right one?"
"Of course he is right!" Harry didn't know why Felton cared so much about this matter. He said loudly uncontrollably, "He should stay by my dad's side and guard him, no matter what happens!"
"Why?" Felton said, "Why is this reason so natural? He is not your father, what right does he have -"
"Because he loves him! They are lovers, please, professor, lovers!" Harry said. He simply couldn't understand what Felton meant. "It's precisely because Uncle Erik loves him so much that he will always be by his side and hold his hand." , accompany him. Just because that is the most important thing to him, Uncle Erik will do this, and this is right."
felton fell silent.
"He didn't give up on me - that's not what he meant," Harry said. "He trusted me and others. He felt it was right and okay to let me go out and walk around on my own. He also trusted others to protect me. But It’s my own fault for not being vigilant!”
"...Then do you trust Draco Malfoy?" Felton suddenly asked such a question in front of Harry, "You want him to go back, because you think he will be in danger in that temple, and you want to send him back, but you don't think about the end at all. Will he get you out - is this your trust in your friend? Why can other mutants get in, why not him?"
Harry was speechless by this question. This question was so troubling that his brain couldn't function normally for a moment. He could only answer instinctively: "I didn't distrust Draco. I did that because he was only twelve years old -"
"You are only twelve years old." Felton said.
"——But, but, that's different!" Harry even stuttered a bit.
"What's the difference?" Felton's voice suddenly rose, and he growled at the boy, "Do you have an extra pair of eyes? Are you already a seventeen-year-old adult wizard? You have been struggling in danger since you were a child, and you died with your own wit. Escaped? Did you really defeat the Dark Lord with magic?"
He said, leaving Harry speechless.
"Arrogant. Why do you make this decision for him?" Felton sneered and judged, "You don't call it 'trusting him'."
Shame was like a worm, biting into Harry's heart bit by bit. His face flushed, because he immediately realized that Felton was right. Yes, why did he insist on going to that temple, but then wanted to send Draco back? It's just that he thinks he is stronger than Draco, and the concept that Draco is weak unconsciously plays a role in his mind. After this was revealed, Harry found that Draco's anger, resistance, and rejection were all justified.
"Some people may seem weak, but they are actually born to be useless cowards," Felton said. "But if you push them, there will always be a day when they stand up - instead of sweeping these people away like you." It's the best way to go, and you're not Draco Malfoy's father, so your rights don't lie here."
At this time, every word of his words became correct, and the indignation just now disappeared.
"I..." Harry opened his mouth with difficulty and buried his face in his palms, where he could feel his cheeks getting slightly hot, "...I'll apologize to Draco when I get back... I shouldn't think that way."
What have I done? Harry thought. Draco is such a proud man, no wonder he would quarrel with himself, of course he would!
"You have to apologize." After saying this, Felton's voice softened again, like a person who just took a sip of warm water, his voice was much softer, "This is a bad problem...a very bad problem. Take your time, There’s no need to rush, but it must be changed.”
He returned to Harry from the counter and pushed two plates of cakes to Harry.
"Do you need to eat them all?" he said, "Draco Malfoy doesn't seem to be here yet. But it's time for you to go."
Harry wanted to nod, but shook his head. His instinct told him not to eat these cakes - not that they were anything bad, but he just didn't want to eat them now and couldn't eat them.
"Will you go back with me?" He remembered Felton's words to the world and asked with a certain amount of hope.
felton smiled slightly.
"I'll be back in a minute." He summoned all the robes in the store and put them on Harry. The black school uniform robes were layered on top of him like a bird, as if the boy had more than a dozen bodies. , "Also, do you know why Draco Malfoy is willing to follow me to Cairo and then break into the Temple of Apocalypse alone?"
"Wha...what?" Harry was overwhelmed by the pile of clothes and was at a loss. The black robes and the white world in front of him kept alternating. "What did you say?"
"The same reason as Magneto," Felton turned around and said softly, "He may have many things for him to do, but seeing you, protecting you, and saving you are the most important things. "
He picked up the black tea and made a toast to the void.
"Who said Draco Malfoy can't save someone?" He said words that Harry couldn't understand. "Who said he couldn't save him? He saved him!"
Before he finished speaking, the last robe was put on Harry, and the hoods were all up. Harry wanted to lift it up with his hands, but it was like jumping into a rabbit hole. There was nothing under his feet. From the space inside the robe, Starting from the hole in the head, the vision became dark.
Before the last light disappeared, he saw Felton turn his head. He didn't see clearly, but he felt as if he was hit by something, because Felton's face became different at that moment, even if it was just a profile , has also become different.
But after all, he didn't have time to see clearly what kind of face it was.
…………
The ground was still shaking violently, and the vibrations in the sky were particularly consistent with it. If you were an ordinary person, you would have fallen to the ground at this time and crouched devoutly, looking up at the sky.
The sky is grayish yellow.
"Attack team, stand in the front row!!!" Emma mingled in this chaotic battlefield, her body shining with the brilliance of diamonds. Her beauty was luxurious and cold at the moment, and countless people were knocked down by her, because She herself is a person who is good at fighting. "The team with the ability to teleport should always pay attention to the sky! If you encounter a wounded person, take him away!"
Her instructions were conveyed in the minds of as many people as possible, and the mutants she brought listened to her wise deployment. The mutants attacked by the other side were all powerful people, which caused a stalemate between the two sides until R□□en had just returned from the temple and released some imprisoned mutants. The number of combat forces had changed, and Emma felt that her burden was much lighter.
She looked up at the sky and found that the situation above was not as good as below. Apocalypse still maintained a situation where no one could get close to him, while his soldiers and mutants fought for him.
And no one can get close to Erik - have you seen the piles of metal and sharp weapons around him that can crush anything?
"Troublesome!" She raised her leg and struck, knocking down a soldier who was attacking from behind. Apocalypse has a large number of believers and soldiers, larger than mutants. Perhaps this is why even though Apocalypse hates ordinary people, Apocalypse still recruits ordinary soldiers.
R□□en was not far away from her, knocking down the enemy with the same skill. From time to time, he glanced at the place protected by the camp - Harry, who was brought back by Peter and the others, was there. Wanda and Draco said they were going to get medicine. It was still unknown when she would come back, and she was going crazy with anxiety.
The ground shook violently again, and Emma heard R□□en yelling angrily: "Sean!!"
"I can't help it! I have to turn it up!"
Sean's voice was so loud that everyone had to cover their ears, and the ground in the distance had deep cracks opened by his sound waves. The enemies fell into a heap in a mess, and many were destroyed by his own weapons and abilities. injured.
"The opponent is too strong!!" Sean yelled, "So that bald man in the sky can really strengthen his abilities?!"
"If you don't pay attention, you'll be dead," r□□en yelled back, "Don't get beaten down!"
boom!
r□□en saw a red light exploding in the distance near the temple. She was ecstatic first - that was the light unique to Wanda's ability! Then I found it was troublesome.
That place is really far away from here!
