"I think I see a robot." Sean said with a dreamy expression.
"Every time you say 'you think'," Alex casually sprinkled a drop or two of something he remembered called 'white fresh' on his legs, holding a knife in his mouth, he said vaguely, "I think so. Your thinking has gone off the rails again - do you remember that we were fighting?"
"No, Alex, if you look up, you'll know it's not my fault that my thinking is off track - there are really robots flying in the sky!" Sean said, "Didn't you even think of a possibility? Oh, you don't usually watch the news? Really? ? Since Harry just lay down once, you wouldn’t have thought of that, would you?”
"..."
Alex had to admit that Sean was right this time. No matter what it is like elsewhere, in the United States and New York, there is indeed a spectacle of "robots flying in the sky", and the current situation certainly meets the conditions for that spectacle to appear... Therefore, he reluctantly held the knife in his mouth like that , looking up, he had to bite the edge of the knife to prevent it from falling or scratching his chin.
"...Ouch!"
The knife still fell down, scratching Sean's thumb as he scrambled to catch it.
"omg. This means 'that organization' is out...," Alex said in shock, "Have we ever interacted with them? I mean except for the time when Harry was kidnapped."
"Of course not, but brother, you forgot one thing," Sean pushed the knife back to him, "Everyone has a responsibility to save the world - let me tell you, they have arrived too late!"
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When Harry pulled out the portrait of Salazar hidden by Peter from under the pillow, the other person looked at him for a full ten seconds, and then Harry saw some "relieved" expression on his face.
"It seems that you used unicorn blood that was voluntarily donated." Salazar said gently, "It is very precious and effective, and you drank at least 50ml to make you recover so well."
"Wow, is it so obvious?" Peter looked at the bottle that was thrown on the ground. He coughed a few times and was too embarrassed to look at Draco. He deliberately focused on talking to the portrait, "Have you ever used this thing before? , salazar?”
"I'm not the one who used it." Salazar said with a calm expression, "And 10ml of cursed unicorn blood can save a seriously injured person. Multiple experiments can lead to other conclusions."
"Uh, okay, you guys really have a research spirit." Peter felt very guilty by his expression and tone. He put down the bottle, patted Harry on the shoulder, and after confirming that the little brother could at least walk normally, he ran outside to help.
They were about to move their positions - the approaching explosions just now proved that the situation was tense and uncontrollable. And this is not an easy task. Patients and guards, as well as supplies and equipment, are of decreasing importance. Maybe you can't take them all away, but you can't leave behind or damage the necessary ones... Harry said, it's like an emergency move.
Without saying a word, Draco pushed Harry, who had dared to stand on the ground just after being rescued from the emergency line, back on the bed, and he sat on it as well. Merlin knew how tired he was!
He didn't feel it when he was at Hogwarts, he didn't feel it when Wanda took him running, and he didn't even feel it when his two palms were covered in cold sweat. During those times, there was a string in his head, which tightened all his nerves. , but after Harry said "Hi", the string loosened, and he felt that he had used up the last bit of strength. He wished he could climb onto the hospital bed, so that he could sleep in darkness without pillows and quilts. No matter how many explosions there are outside, it's better to let others worry about it.
He let out a long breath and laid his head on Harry's shoulder. The latter shuddered slightly and then relaxed.
Harry knew that he, well, shouldn't have been so stiff for a moment, but he couldn't help it, he just couldn't help it. For Draco, it might be a life-and-death rescue, the last piece of driftwood. He didn't know if it would work, but he still had to give it a try... But Harry just couldn't help but think of that kiss.
That's even a few kisses...no. He objected in his mind. That wasn't a kiss. Artificial respiration may be a kiss in many situations, and may even be ridiculed by others, but this must not be called a kiss... If it were called a kiss, it would be too despicable. Even if Harry had vaguely longed for that warmth, he still couldn't. You can't go against your moral conscience and family upbringing by calling this a kiss.
Sometimes Harry is such a strange person. His thinking is always inconsistent with the atmosphere and his range of associations is extremely wide. He thinks this may be because he is still very naive. As for people, sometimes they are a strange thing. Compared with the situation, the sense of urgency, and the rumbling explosions, they are more likely to let some, um, wonderful things dominate their most emotional parts, just like all American blockbusters. The hero and heroine in it were like that, and coincidentally, Harry had also longed for such a cool experience - when he was only five years old.
Thinking about it this way, Harry felt that his father was probably the same kind of person - Peter dictated that after finally breaking open the cordon of the Pentagon, the first thing his father did when he saw Uncle Eric was to give 'this bastard' a hard blow. fist.
He didn't even mean to say, "There's no time, let's go." The door opened, face to face, the moment eyes met, the moment Erik spoke, everything was like a password, opening a certain door. Then there was an angry punch from Charles.
No, my thinking is divergent again. Harry pinched himself to force himself back to reality.
———Hey, listen, Harry, you can't think of that as a real kiss. Harry patted his face, trying to get those remaining feelings out of his mind, and tried not to think about these things. Generally speaking, this is quite embarrassing. You are about to die and your friend saves you. He is frightened by your situation, so he gives you artificial respiration as a rescue method, but you vaguely regard this as a kiss. In my heart, I still care a little bit.
And it's best not to let Draco know about this. He would be so angry that if he cared about it, Harry would have to tell him that it was okay. They were all boys anyway, and no one was taking advantage of anyone who kissed him. It was perfectly appropriate to do so in an emergency and he didn't need to care.
After Harry finished thinking about this, he felt dazed, and gently exhaled a small breath, carefully controlling his breathing, trying not to be too heavy or too light, so as not to wake him up. Draco was undoubtedly very tired. He could feel that Draco's head was completely pressed on his shoulders. It was heavy and all the weight came over him. Harry could also see that his eyes were closed, and he fell asleep almost instantly. Slept like a baby.
Harry knew that sleeping in public was a very rude thing for nobles, and Draco usually didn't do this kind of thing. In other words, Draco, who fell asleep on his shoulder like this, was already too tired to think about anything, Harry I've never seen him so tired.
It's all because of me. Harry thought. Fortunately, I still have a shoulder of suitable height that he can lean on.
Maybe it was because he slept for too long, maybe because the unicorn blood was particularly useful. The platinum-blonde head that Draco was leaning on was obviously getting heavier and heavier, and his center of gravity was getting more and more tilted. Almost the whole person was leaning on him. Harry didn't find it difficult at all. His shoulders were straight and his upper body was almost motionless. He didn't know very well how to be a competent support, but he soon found the trick, which was to be smooth and quiet. During the adjustment process, he couldn't help but look at Draco. Not surprisingly, he saw bruises and wipes. Injury, fatigue and that kind of thing.
Harry was beginning to miss his time at school - at that time Draco would scream as if the sky was falling when he was bitten by mosquitoes on his face, but look at him now, he was covered in paint, just leaning on him He slept so hard on his shoulders!
He thought of Felton's words again - you always clear out the best path for him. This is true, but when this 'him' walks out of a path and spends more effort than others, it is always inevitable to feel a little more wronged for him.
After all, Draco doesn't need to work so hard.
Harry tried his best not to wake Draco up by turning his head. He glanced gently at the other person. When he saw Draco's hands casually resting on his legs, he stretched out one of his hands to cover them, opened his mouth lightly, and muttered silently. Wearing incantations. His magic power has become more abundant than ever before. He usually needs the help of a wand for these healing spells, but now he doesn't need to try. Those small and superficial wounds slowly healed under the palm of his hand, without even a trace of smoke. After doing this, even Harry looked at his palms in surprise, not quite believing that he could do so well.
Draco didn't notice, and his head even tended to fall down because he lost the conscious support of his neck. Harry quickly stretched out his hand to hold him up, Draco unconsciously kicked his feet again, and there was a tinkling sound on the ground, which startled Harry. , when Wei Wei looked around, he saw a slightly familiar sword lying on the ground. When he rubbed his eyes and looked again, he was even more surprised.
They had seen that silver sword before. He, Draco and Hermione have all seen that sword. Although no one has been able to take a closer look, Harry has seen such a dazzling sword. The rubies the size of pigeon eggs on it make it more iconic...more What's more, Harry secretly checked the information afterwards.
Harry was extremely surprised. He opened his mouth wide and stretched out his hand to let the sword float up to his hand. He lowered his head and looked at Godric on Draco's waist. The latter smiled slightly and nodded with his lips pursed. After a few nods, he nuzzled Draco and made a gesture to draw his sword.
Harry also made a gesture to draw his sword and pointed at Draco.
Godric nodded vigorously, and the portrait of Salazar in Harry's arms had his eyes closed, as if he didn't know anything and hadn't seen anything strange.
It's true, Draco actually pulled it out. Harry mouthed, shook the sword emphatically, and pointed at Godric's portrait.
You know, the requirement to draw this sword is...
Nothing can be accurate. godric smiled back and mouthed. But you have to know that courage and sincerity to protect someone can never be faked.
This sentence is very complicated, and the mouth shape is completely unrecognizable. Salazar opened his eyes slightly, closed his eyes and avoided his face when he said these words. But as Godric spoke, he moved his fingers to write it in front of him, like a child breathing in on a cold day and waving his fingers to draw pictures under the window. The golden handwriting flowed from his fingertips, like ink. The ground remained smoothly on the invisible glass window, shining brightly for the boy to see.
Sincerity and courage never lie.
Harry couldn't help but be moved when he saw that line of text. He couldn't help shaking his shoulders with laughter and burying his face in his hands, but he couldn't help his eyes getting sore and his nose red. He put his hands on his chest. There was a place in his heart that felt like he had been punched. It was painful and hot. He wanted to press his lips inward, but he couldn't help but suppressed it. His face turned red. It looked like he was about to die. To cry.
But if you look for someone to look at it, you will find that this expression can be seen at a glance, he is very happy.
If I strayed off my path again and thought about whether he was doing this to save the world, Draco might have to punch me three times when he found out. Harry thought,
courage. sincere. For whom? for me.
Even though the twelve-year-old boy is usually stable and reliable, he can't help but feel a little unseemly cheerful now.
"How strange." Harry said to himself in his heart, "I obviously thought that I might get a gift, or a bigger gift, but it would be abnormal to exceed this limit. But when I was buried by several very large gifts falling from the sky When I received it, I was extremely happy, but also doubted whether I could really get such a gift."
This was untimely, really untimely. It was a mess outside and the enemy was at hand. Harry had just woken up and didn't know what was going on outside, but in this short period of time he was as happy as a puppy who discovered a treasure.
He looked at Draco, who was sleeping soundly on his shoulder. His eyes, which no longer needed to wear glasses, were bright and focused on Draco's sleeping face. The eyes were bright but soft.
"Well... I can only say that I am honored."
Harry finally said softly to his friend on his shoulder with a smile.
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Loki was sitting on a seat, his eyes seemed to be looking down, and he seemed to be looking at the apple in his hand. With an expressionless face, he took a bite, causing a female doctor on the plane to glare at him.
"What are you doing? I'm not a machine made by you. I need to jump out like a dumpling." Loki felt no pressure. He pointed to the side casually, "Hey, brother, why don't you get down?"
He said it as easily as if he were playing a basketball game—if he knew what basketball was.
Thor, who was changing from a T-shirt to a standard battle uniform, resisted the urge to beat him violently. He sat there with a dark face, holding his hammer, thinking for a long time before reminding him: "You are the one who came, Loki - listen Come on, you have to go down with me."
"What should I do down there? I don't have a staff, no armor, not even a gun. What can I do, cheer for your great achievements?" Loki spread his hands and the apple rolled out of his hand, "I swear I will It’s done that way, but it doesn’t need to be down there, just here.”
"Great, please just stay here and don't move." Someone said with anger and sarcasm, "Lest your brother be afraid that you will break your leg."
"Sirius." Another person called his name in a low voice, with a clear intention to stop him, "Don't talk nonsense."
"If you are so afraid of angering others, why don't you go back right away, Lucius." Sirius stood at the entrance of the plane, taking the wand to calculate the landing point and said without raising his head, "You can anger me here. , listen I will take my nephew and godson back, I am here just for these two little bastards."
Lucius gritted his teeth and endured. He couldn't help it, he was the one asking Sirius in this matter.
Sirius was not polite to his brother-in-law at all. You know, when the Ministry of Magic started messing around, Lucius didn't show much kindness to his brother-in-law. When Sirius got the news later, his lungs almost exploded. Lucius came to ask him if he had any friends from the United States. When he was an informant on the side, he punched the guy's eye socket with a black eye. If it weren't for the fact that Narcissa's belly was already very high, Sirius wouldn't want to go with this man to find the two boys.
Snape, who was sitting in the last row, didn't want to say a word. He just sat there with a numb expression. No one could tell what he was thinking.
Loki looked at the three wizards with interest, while Thor showed an unbearable expression as if he was surrounded by a group of magicians, and it didn't take long before he couldn't stand it any longer. No matter what his brother said, he reached out to grab him. Looking at the open entrance of the aircraft, he jumped down. And it seemed that the time had come, Sirius flicked the wand first and disappeared with a pop. Snape shook the wrinkled cloak on his body and followed closely, while Lucius glanced at the place where his brother-in-law disappeared with an unhappy expression, and also disappeared with a snap.
All the staff on the plane couldn't help but stare at the place where they disappeared. A leading man in a suit clapped his hands and asked them to come back to their senses: "Hey, hey, hey, don't look there, concentrate on your business - —Has the data that Mr. Stark asked for been released? Have all the vehicles responsible for transporting people passed by? Where are the supplies?"
"We can't detect what kind of energy this is, sir," one person replied to him, "but we can detect that it is growing and extending in a direction! The origin point is in that... um, In a half-demolished temple, it’s absolutely true!”
"The prison where ordinary people are held has been breached and they have scattered and escaped. We are currently working hard to intercept and rescue the largest groups, sir!"
"Send more manpower out! We must protect all ordinary people and organize an escape order!"
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Draco's eardrums were stung by a shocking scream. When he woke up from a rare sleep, he shivered a few times, and then he realized that he was not in bed, but in a car.
The car was running fast, and the bumpy road could make people's lungs pop out. There was an unknown person sitting in the spacious front seat... Draco coughed a few times, his throat was so dry that he was about to smoke, and soon a bottle was opened. The mineral water was handed to him, and he took it in confusion, enduring the pain all over his body, and drank half the bottle of water before looking up at the person who handed him the water.
"...How long have I slept?" he asked uncertainly, wondering if he had slept for several days. "And what are you wearing on your head? There are mandrakes outside that are killing you. ?"
Harry looked very energetic, helped him tighten the bottle cap, and handed him an earmuff.
"Two hours." He could draw a row of words in the air with his finger. "I don't know what happened outside, but there were screams all the time."
"Where is the car going?" Draco put on the earmuffs and found that the sound insulation effect was really good. He made every mouth shape obvious and asked him, "...and why are you so damn energetic? "
His eyes were always focused on Harry, and it didn't take much effort to realize that this guy didn't look like someone who had been on the verge of death. The wounds on Harry's body were gone (at the same time, Draco found that he was much better as well), his face was rosy, his wrists were strong, and a kind of vitality radiated from his eyes and expression.
Harry's wrist paused for a moment, and just as he was about to answer, there was another level of screaming outside, which could be heard even through earmuffs. There was a very slimy and cold feeling in the air. Well, he said, it felt like a hundred ghosts had walked through here.
Draco looked around and found the silver sword and the stolen broomstick. Godric on his waist was covering his ears in the portrait. Harry was also fine. He must have Salazar in his pocket...then he relaxed his excessive vigilance. Some.
"Where are we going?"
He asked again, trying his best to make Harry, who looked at him with wide eyes, understand the meaning of every word.
Harry wrote the words 'safer camp' in the air, and the car suddenly braked hard, and a group of black shadow-like things surrounded the car and other nearby vehicles.
People, people, a lot of people are surrounding these cars, shouting something. Draco took off his earmuffs, and the screams mixed with a rhythmic shout tortured his eardrums so hard that he had to put the earmuffs back on and looked at Harry in disbelief - where on earth were they going? ah!
Harry patted his shoulder comfortingly and took off his earmuffs to listen for a few seconds. Then Draco saw what he said to the driver and the woman in the front row. Both of them looked disapproving. But in the end, Harry managed to get permission and put his hand on the door handle.
"Wait, what are you doing?" Draco quickly grabbed him. At this time, some people had already put their faces and palms up, and used sticks or stones in their hands to hit the car windows vigorously. They all looked like locals, with ragged clothes and excited expressions. Their number was enough to make the car suddenly darken, "Don't tell me you're going out!"
"We can't move forward with them like this, but they are just ordinary people, not even soldiers," Harry said, "I have a method that can be used, and this method must be known to others -"
"...I'm coming with you." Draco knew that Harry's damn character couldn't be changed, so he decided to get off the train together.
"But you're so tired, please rest a little longer, Draco." Harry said, taking his hand away with disapproval.
"You don't care," Draco said hard and angrily, "Who is this all because of?!"
"I, I, I," Harry agreed with good temper and reached out to open the car door, "I just want you to get more rest - what you have to do is not difficult."
As he spoke, he put his fingers on his temples. Draco didn't quite understand what this gesture was at first, but when the black shadow outside the car gradually disappeared, he understood what Harry had done.
People around him heeded the gentle signal from his head - please don't bother the car.
Therefore, Harry successfully opened the car door and jumped out. Draco followed stubbornly. When he jumped out of the car, his legs were weak for a moment, but Harry held him up.
"I told you to get some more rest," Harry said helplessly, "You may have to use your legs to run around later."
"You are so unreliable," Draco said confidently, "I don't even care who rescued you!"
"You, you, you." Harry said, looking around. Although the first wave of people surrounding them retreated, the people surrounding other cars or mutants all surrounded them like moths to a flame.
"You want so many people to listen to you?"
Draco's teeth chattered a little as he looked at the people who were rushing toward him with crazy expressions and shouting local dialects. To be honest, it's hard not to be afraid. It's not that there are mutants who use their own abilities to intimidate them, but they don't seem to be afraid of that ability. When they see those who are more and more hateful, they go to fight with each other, and some even try to use sticks. Hit, hit with stones, bite with teeth.
Harry's mouth twitched: "Well, I can't do it."
Draco was shocked: "Then what are you doing when you get out of the car?"
Harry coughed a few times, cleared his throat, and watched the crowd swarming this way. He reached out and grabbed Draco's arm. The two of them immediately levitated from the ground. The pair of wings that Draco had not seen for a long time spread out again and flapped vigorously. A few times to bring them higher.
Draco was a little scared when he looked at the pair of wings - he would not forget how much these extra parts tormented Harry, and when the extra bones grew, his back was scratched with blood.
"Are you planning to escape from the sky?" Draco asked with a complex attitude, unable to take his eyes away from the pair of wings.
"No, I remembered that there is a spell called the Muggle Repelling Curse." Harry answered honestly.
Draco: "…………"
