"Muggle-repelling curse?"
Draco repeated.
"Yes, the Muggle Expelling Curse," Harry asked strangely, "Isn't this spell just right? These are believers, Draco, and they have the symbols of the apocalypse on their bodies. You see, they all have runes painted on them. Emma scratches All the prisoners who have passed have this, and what they said below is, well, that is not a good thing... Well, in short, the Muggle Expelling Curse can drive them away, I think it only needs to go as far as this. ”
"…………"
For a moment, Draco didn't pay attention to what else Harry said. He began to reflect deeply in shock.
——Having slashed horizontally and vertically with a long sword along the way, did you still have the consciousness of 'I am a wizard'? When did this situation begin? Why did he, Draco Malfoy, hear the 'Muggle Repelling Curse' and immediately think 'Are you kidding me'? Shouldn't it be someone else who doesn't understand wizards who has this reaction? Why him?
A combination of shame and absurdity caught him off guard. Harry blinked and looked at him for a long time, and found that he was starting to be in a daze, so he took action first.
So when Draco came to his senses, another new situation immediately caught him off guard for the second time! No, it’s more of a phenomenon than a situation!
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Draco once met a gypsy witch. Very long ago.
It was a serious illness. When he was not yet one year old, potions and doctors at St. Mungo's were helpless because no one could find out why he refused to eat and cried incessantly. Only knowing that such a small baby could If he continues to lose weight like this, sooner or later he will die prematurely. In desperation, his father found a way to find a privately famous gypsy witch.
The witch had a weird temperament, and everything was done in a very closed environment. It stands to reason that he would never have any memory, but he would often recall the strange spells the woman muttered and the jingling bracelets she had.
Later, he really recovered his health, and the Malfoy family also miraculously established some connections with some foreign wizards through this witch. Perhaps out of luck, Lucius and Narcissa were also invited to take him to visit some various believer ceremonies. Whether they are wizards or Muggles, those people do not believe in God or Merlin, they only believe in the god that many of them worship. But the witch with the jingling jewelry all over her body is more casual, believing in whatever she wants, and at the same time praising God. Meeting Merlin or anyone else was a common occurrence for her.
He was still young at the time, so he had more impressions of those rituals and less of the believers. He was just a group of lunatics.
————So, when Harry explained to him that this was a group of believers, he immediately felt that the following behavior of smashing cars and surrounding people became normal.
Therefore, what needs to be emphasized is that the scene that made him stunned, unable to recover for a while, and finding it shocking was definitely not these believers.
But the culprit is unaware. The culprit is thinking about an important question: Where is the safest way for ordinary people to go?
Looking down from above can always give you a broader view. Harry did a simple mental calculation. About fifty to one hundred believers will surround two or three targets to obstruct and destroy them. With such a rough calculation, he can calculate that there are about one hundred followers. There were as many people from two grades of the high school trying to stage a siege.
He took out the salazar from his pocket with his remaining hand and showed him the scene under the entire sky.
"Help, Salazar, where should I trick them?" he asked.
"Liar?" The person in the portrait sneered for some reason, "There is a word called command, or instructing. Do you still use lie to them?"
"That's called cheating," Harry insisted. "That's not their original intention. I used the spell to hope they would leave. They thought it was their own idea. In my opinion, that's called cheating..."
"This is not even a white lie." Salazar said slowly, without even looking down at the portrait, "I'm not good at this." After saying that, he closed his eyes, as if entering a dormant period.
Harry rubbed his head a little bitterly. After staying with this elder for a long time and receiving his strict and focused teachings, Harry almost forgot that he was a person who hated Muggles - Salazar didn't like to torture Muggles, but he just Hate Muggles, the purebred kind.
To be honest, although Harry can't say that he completely agrees with this attitude, he can say that this is completely a legacy of history. Salazar is not wrong. He is not qualified to judge whether this is wrong. In other words, this is not He can change easily, but not students like him can change.
"I'll come, I'll come, I'm usually the one who does the aftermath and evacuation!" Someone expressed his opinion happily, wanting to sing on Draco's waist, "Come on, let me see...how about that direction on the upper left?" ? There are some ruined buildings over there that can be covered, and they are far enough away. The distance in between is long enough. Even coming back will take time. Unless they can fly, it will be too easy to lose their way... Or you would rather choose the left side of the temple. The direction? It’s a blind spot there, but the road that can pass people is relatively narrow. I don’t recommend taking it. More people will always create more people.”
"Then the upper left." Harry made his decision after thinking for three seconds. He gestured in the air, and his first three fingers slid down like they were twisting something in the air. A wand made of ice was created in his hand at a constant speed, exuding cold air and sending ice shards everywhere.
"...What is this? A wand made of ice? Are you serious?" Draco, who had been in a daze, asked.
"It's just to help you concentrate. I've wanted to try this for a long time." Recalling the Disney animations he had watched, Harry muttered to himself, holding the wand, pointing it at one of the cars below, and repeated it. Incantation, asked Godric, "Is this how you pronounce it?"
"The gestures are still a little different, like this, again like this...right!" The ancestor of Gryffindor, who had not been with Harry for a long time, enthusiastically demonstrated to the student personally, "The amplitude of the shaking should be small."
"That's a fake wand," Draco said.
"No, you are wrong, child. Gestures can help us perform magic more effectively. Otherwise, why do you think the first batch of wizards performed prayer dances," Godric said eloquently. "The wand helps us channel magic better. Gestures help We cast more effective magic, responding to its trajectory..."
"Noisy." said the portrait in Harry's hand.
Then the two boys looked at Godric speechlessly. He suddenly fell silent as if he had zipped up his mouth.
"So--"
Harry swallowed. It was his first time to try to influence the thinking of so many people in such a large area, not to mention advanced spells. Although his condition was incredibly good, he could hook many things and many powers by himself. arrive.
Before he chanted the curse, Draco looked down and rubbed his eyes again. Until the shock in his heart became numb, he patted his face and convinced himself - isn't this better!
Very good, very good, great! If someone were to pass by this chaotic scene now, an ordinary person would definitely suspect that a movie is being filmed here - everyone on the ground has stopped moving!
Whether it is an old man wielding a light wooden stick with weak waist and legs, an adult young enough to lift a large stone, or someone with a ferocious look on their face who looks like they are going to damn all hypocrites to hell, The craziest men and women who bite off a piece of the hypocrite's flesh with their teeth are like pressing the pause button. No matter how the viewer changes the angle, they can only stay at that moment without any follow-up——
——But at the same time, some of Erik's subordinates came out to repair and fill in the missing parts of the entire team. They were all moving around freely, forming an extremely sharp contrast with those who stopped.
It was as if the time of the believers and civilians had been stopped by a god-like existence. Just them. Only them.
If the madness of the believers hadn't shocked Draco, then the situation Harry had just created was enough to make his jaw drop.
And now he watched Harry use the ice pillar to point at the teams one by one. Every time he chanted the spell, about fifty people were liberated. Then those people turned to them and said hello as if they remembered something else. In that direction, they turned a blind eye to the people next to them and turned a blind eye to the team of mutants. In fact, both boys could hear one of the girls shouting that she was going to visit her mother. She had to leave quickly. This year was not a good year. .
"Muggle expulsion spells generally have two effects. One is to prevent people from noticing anything or anyone within the range. The other is to make Muggles stay away from there spontaneously. They will suddenly think of something and then need them. Emergency stay away——" Harry instructed nervously while explaining to Draco.
"Shut up, I don't need your endorsement." Draco curled his lips and whispered, "I'm not a Weasley who doesn't read all day long, so don't become like Granger - concentrate on your business."
The corners of Harry's lips curled up, but he quickly tried to endure it: "You're right."
The two boys just held a portrait and directed the ordinary believers around them away little by little in the low sky. Harry didn't know whether these people were spontaneous or incited and manipulated, but he couldn't let these people continue to cause trouble!
Let’s not talk about how bad this will be for our own side, let’s just say that he has been around the camp before. Not many of Erik’s subordinates are good-tempered. Of course, Erik and Emma can suppress their resistance and order not to attack ordinary people. Let's do it, but now there is no Erik or Emma in this team!
Logically speaking, there would always be high-ranking officials who would suppress their opinions under strong pressure, but who was the only high-ranking person who followed them (Harry didn't know who else)? It's flashing! Emma asked her to follow her to ensure the safety of mutant children like Harry, and a few ordinary people like Allen who was accompanying the team. Her ability could not immediately free everyone from the siege!
Look at the methods of these local believers, beating, smashing, biting and burning, that's it. If they had more people in the past, of course they could win, but now? They have neither guns nor superpowers, they are ragged and skinny. If Harry lets it go, even if just a few mutants pick up guns and can't help but use their abilities, these ordinary people will have no choice but to die... Harry will have to work hard on his own. . However, as the team gradually began to move normally, no one came out to tell him to mind his own business. Instead, some people came out and used their abilities to open up a few roads to isolate the believers. He could feel that he had done a good job this time.
"ah------"
Another scream came from the battlefield not far away. This time, the scream seemed to be mixed with a scream that could not be distinguished from a man or woman. Harry and Draco covered their ears. The sky was originally a dim yellow, but now it was getting darker and darker, with more fog or clouds gathering in that direction. The earthquake that followed this time became more and more severe. What shocked Harry was that even While he was flying, he could feel a vibration that made him unable to maintain his balance.
"Careful!" Godric shouted.
"There's someone behind!" Salazar yelled loudly, but this sentence was covered up so that no one could hear it.
Harry thought they were saying not to fall, but when a huge explosion sounded not far behind them, he realized that it was not flying - and at the same time, he also heard the sound of mechanical operation behind them.
I don’t know if it’s an enemy or a friend. He thought this, and grabbed Draco's hand, who was also in shock, and turned around, intending to land quickly, but two mechanical arms grabbed his collar one after another, and then pulled Draco away from him. Coming down, Draco waved his arms and tried to struggle, but froze when he saw who it was.
Let me correct you, I stayed with Harry.
"…………"
"…………"
The two boys opened their mouths wide, looked in front of them and at each other, and saw exclamation marks and question marks in each other's eyes.
"...Have I seen this thing before?" Draco said.
"To a certain extent, no. To a certain extent, there should be." Harry touched his nose. He was only slightly more dazed than Draco. At this moment, he answered vaguely, " The 'seen' you mentioned may be...maybe the...soldier you saw in my cabinet."
As for me, it stands to reason that it is another kind of 'seen'. he thinks.
"...We are filming a movie, right." Draco completely forgot that he was in the air. He covered his head and said dreamily, "Otherwise, who would have made a huge soldier to use as a weapon?"
"...I don't know." Harry replied blankly, his eyes scanning the large version of Iron Man in front of him. It obviously has many differences from the soldiers in his cabinet. The first thing is that it can really fly. The second thing is the sound of the engine. There is also the painting and some wear and tear...
"Maybe you just saw the real Iron Man, boys. This is not a soldier toy, and it's not a toy-looking weapon. Again, this is the real Iron Man - does anyone want an autograph?" said the man holding them. Looking at these two silly boys, they were happily talking in the equipment, "But before signing the autograph and asking the question "Is this a movie?" a few times, I also want to ask the same question. ——Tell me, why would they put their children on the battlefield?”
"This voice sounds familiar to me..." Draco said in a daze.
"Of course you are familiar with it, we have seen it before," Draco said when he saw the big version of Iron Man. No, who knows if the person under the mask is saying, "Back garden, remember, Thor is secretly sending away his brother. Dog, we met back then.”
"——Mr. Stark?" Harry asked immediately after coming back to his senses. This is easy to determine, after all, Iron Man's true identity is not a secret, and he has indeed met Iron Man himself, although the premise is not very wonderful.
I was grabbed by the collar by Iron Man, or Tony Stark! He suddenly felt very strange and happy. It was strange, but Harry did feel a strange happiness - fans always have extraordinary feelings for their idols.
"Of course it's me, could there be anyone else? Oh, let's see...well, I have to say it's pretty good for you to be able to do this for your age," Tony lifted the two boys away to give him a wider view. "Jarvis, tell them to come here to pick up people, and there," he reported a string of precise coordinates, "and ask them to pick up all the ordinary people for refuge. Don't continue to gather people like headless chickens. Call them They look at themselves - they are not as quick as a twelve-year-old boy."
"You are worthy of being your father's son. He will be proud," he said to Harry sincerely. "This is the first time I have seen such a young telepath like you. How did you manage to make so many people retreat together?" ? And, did your father actually let you run around here with your friends at such a young age? I mean, he doesn't seem like this kind of person... Anyway, boys, your heroic behavior must end now The sky above will soon become as dangerous as the land, and we need to evacuate quickly - Hey, cap!"
He ignored Harry's complaint of 'wait a minute, sir, we're not running around', and just threw the two boys out in a parabola shape. Draco screamed at the top of his lungs, and clawed with his hands and feet. He caught Harry, but in fact they were not flying too high, so they were caught first before they could catch each other's hands.
I don't know when the twinkle appeared there. She first caught Draco, who was about to scream, and carried him on his shoulder. Then she caught Harry, a winged boy, with one hand. Then she put the two boys into the car and asked the person responsible for driving to drive away immediately. At this moment, she was silently forbidding Harry from sticking his head out of the car window with disapproving eyes.
"...Merlin," Draco patted his chest with a look of shock on his face, "He just left us here. Who was that just now? He said he was the real Iron Man? What does that mean?"
"omg," Harry also patted his chest, holding his hands on the car window. Draco felt that he wanted to look out, and Harry himself felt that his heart was beating faster and faster because of a certain word, "He said 'cap'... Did he say 'cap'? Is that what I thought?"
Anyone familiar with the Avengers movie series knows who the word cap refers to. Harry held the car window and wanted to look around through the glass, trying to find the famous blue figure and the Star Shield that every American child knew, but this wish was quickly extinguished - the car window raised A layer of fog formed due to the temperature difference covered everything Harry could see through the car window. And this was not done by the only person in the car who could greatly adjust the temperature. In other words, it was not done by Harry himself, but...
"It's cooling down rapidly outside! It's foggy outside, and the temperature has dropped below ten degrees!"
The communication phone in Flicker's hand beeped, and then Harry heard someone shout.
“Does anyone remember it’s summer!! Haha!!!”
And Sean is shouting that.
Harry lowered the window, and an unexpected gust of cold wind blew in, making both the thinly-clad boys shiver. But while they hugged themselves tightly, they both widened their eyes, looking at each other and themselves to make sure they were not dazzled.
They rubbed their eyes again with their hands, Harry rubbed them especially hard. He no longer needed to wear glasses and his eyesight was extremely good, but now he wondered if there was something wrong with him again.
Ghosts, lots of ghosts, ghosts all over the sky. Many pearl-colored shadows flew outside, and neither mutants nor ordinary people noticed them. They are not wandering around aimlessly, but all flying towards the same place, and the flying height is maintained within a certain range, so there are no ghosts shuttled between the cars. But then again, even if they passed through here, no one would be able to see them.
Harry quickly closed the car window - if he didn't close it, a ghost would look this way.
Draco and Harry both turned around and knelt on the car seat. The two of them scratched the back of the seat. Harry stretched out his hand and cast a tepid heating charm. He raised his neck just enough to see the ghost through the glass window behind. They gathered there.
That is the direction to the temple, and also the direction to the melee area!
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Erik didn't even listen carefully to what someone shouted in the communication. The reason why is that he can feel the sudden drop in temperature and something strange around him better than anyone else.
The first person to be affected was Charles.
It must be Charles, it must be Charles, of course it is Charles. It takes time for the newborn-like legs to get used to just standing. The biting cold wind is too harsh for them that have been kept warm all year round and are inactive. The pain comes too quickly. If Erik were slower, he might not be able to catch it and fall down. Charles died, and by the time Charles recovered, the surrounding area had long been buried in fog, and Erik and Charles could not see anyone but each other.
His collapse was too natural and too fast. Eric held him and wrapped all his coat and the clothes he could take off around him. Seeing Charles' lips trembling, he almost had the urge to run away.
"I'm fine." Charles stood firm and patted his hand to comfort him, "It's just a little colder."
Not far from them, a group of red light gradually approached, and Erik could hear the eldest daughter's voice full of unhappiness and uncertainty, and what she said made him unable to believe it: "It's a ghost - this place is full of ghosts." .That’s why the temperature dropped so much.”
If the temperature felt by people outside only dropped below ten degrees, based on Charles and Erik's location, it would have dropped below zero degrees. This is completely the same temperature as summer.
"But I only see the fog. I can't even see your face clearly." Peter's voice was not far away, and Erik could tell that his son was with his sister. "I don't even want to see you in this situation." You know where to run, it’s too bad, do you want to hold my hand?”
But when did they come here?
"But there are ghosts here, and no, don't hold hands." Wanda said, "There are too many... more than ten times more than in the temple. I can't see Charles and the others... It's like a traffic jam on the road. too many people."
"What she said should be right. Harry said that it is cold wherever ghosts are." Charles leaned against Erik and said softly, "It seems that Wanda has the qualifications to become a witch."
Both of them felt that something was wrong here, but neither would say it easily. The surrounding fog must not be ordinary fog, and they knew it. Human blood should flow smoothly and smoothly in the blood vessels, but the fog and cold air make them slow down, their movements become sluggish, and their thinking gradually becomes trance-like.
Erik gritted his teeth and held Charles's arm and palm tightly in the thick fog, fearing that if he didn't pay attention, the man with limited mobility would disappear from him in the fog.
Nothing becomes clear. When Charles raised his head, he couldn't see the sky or the sun. When he lowered his head, he couldn't see the land under his feet. They seemed to be stepping on clouds and mist. Even when they breathed, there was this cold mist mixed with the air-conditioning, which made his heart feel numb. Frozen.
"Wanda? Peter?" Erik shouted, "Can you hear me?"
"If you can hear me, please come here!" Charles shouted.
"...erik? Charles!" Peter's voice responded after a moment of silence, "We'll be there soon!"
The red light slowly approached, and Erik was soon able to see the twins. Although it was very blurry and only a little smaller, it also proved that the distance was close enough, and the fog did not hinder progress. He breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to hold Charles' hand and join the children, but Charles' fingers slipped out of his palm.
Panic instantly spread in Erik's heart, and alarm bells almost rang in his ears. This is indeed a familiar sense of crisis, and he has had enough of it in just a few days.
"charles?! charles!!!"
Wanda and Peter heard Erik shouting Charles' name suddenly several times, and the two looked at each other.
"This level is too bad." Peter murmured, grabbing his sister's legs and running away, "It's over, it's over, something is wrong! Every time Charles makes a big fuss, Erik will feel something wrong, but at this level, something is definitely wrong. !”
Wanda remained silent and walked quickly over with her brother.
But it was too late.
Erik was kneeling on the ground, looking at his hands, breathing painfully. And with every breath he took, the siblings felt that the earth beneath their feet was shaking, and all the metal accessories on their bodies made a harsh resonance.
And there was no one around him.
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"I told you getting out of the car was a bad idea!" Draco complained as he accompanied Harry around in the fog, "Do you think you are such a healthy person!"
"But with so many ghosts going that way, there must be a magical accident. If as wizards we can just sit back and watch, then who can care?" Harry's nose was red from the cold and he was shivering. He touched his nose and said, After rubbing his hands, he said, "What do you think of Mr. Salazar and Mr. Gryffindor?"
"Just call me Godric," Godric said, "This is caused by magic, for sure. There are never so many ghosts in ordinary places. Even on the battlefield, it is too much, and they don't look like they are going to There is definitely a reason why you go to the same banquet and go to the same place.”
"Black magic." Salazar did not make any comments on Godric's words. In fact, he did not even look at the other person, but said the conclusion straightforwardly.
I'm afraid this black magic has something to do with Felton. Draco didn't say this out loud, but considering that there was a wizard there, and Felton forced himself to draw many symbols in that temple, he was already very confident about this matter. But he didn't dare to say it - he wanted to hide Felton's identity, so he had to avoid saying too much and making mistakes. Godric had been very cooperative so far. Although Draco didn't ask, he didn't mention anything to Harry and Salazar.
"Draco, you have to put your sword away." Godric reminded him, "These ghosts are not normal. If they touch the blade, they may break at any time."
It's no use at all. Draco gripped the sword tighter, as if holding a life-saving straw, even though the sword was longer than his arm.
Harry pulled the sword out of his hand, managed to put it back into the Sorting Hat, and then put the Sorting Hat into his pocket to prevent Draco from accidentally injuring himself by holding it.
"Hmph." Salazar snorted again. Harry looked helplessly at the portrait in his hand, and then at Godric's portrait. He felt that he was getting colder for some reason.
As they followed the ghosts deeper and deeper into the central area, they discovered more and more that this was no ordinary ghost rampage incident. In fact, although for them, more and more ghosts are filling all the places that can be filled, they also bring something that looks like fog but not fog. It is obvious that the closer to the center, the more people there are, but no matter it is The mutants on Harry's side, the ordinary soldiers, or the mutants on the other side, all stood there blankly, moving too slowly and too slowly, as if their eyes were blindfolded.
Harry couldn't help but think of one thing - people without magic can't see ghosts. To wizards, there may just be a lot of ghosts and a little mist here, just like the streets of London are crowded with people in the early morning, but for ordinary people, they may see something else... It seems It's very obstructive to the view.
Harry had to spend some time talking to his uncles and aunts one by one, giving them directions, and then taking the friends he arrived, such as Sean, Jean, Alex, etc., with him until he found R□□en. At that time, I had to endure R□□en's severe rebuke.
"Reckless, arrogant, and careless," r□□en had never scolded her nephew so openly. "I never knew you were so careless. You were dying just a few hours ago, and your life was in danger, and now I am taking you with me. Two friends running around here alone? Tell me, Harry, what do you think?"
"But only I can see..."
"That's not a reason."
"but……"
"No buts!" r□□en closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then put his hands on his hips and opened his eyes, "What do I think of this... Harry?"
She stared in disbelief, watching as she suddenly became empty in front of her. She looked around and saw that Sean, Alex, Li Qianhuan, Jean, and Scott all had blank expressions. That means they don't know what's going on either.
"Did he run away because he couldn't stand the scolding?" Sean whispered.
But they all knew that Harry was not that kind of kid. He has always been docile, and he always listened carefully to what his elders said. He would put down whatever he was doing, and he had never been scolded and ran away.
Then why did Harry disappear in the blink of an eye? This is a question that no one can figure out. Yes, Harry can do this, but why would he do it?
"...I saw Harry's classmate running there." A few seconds later, Jean said in a panic, pointing in a direction, "He was walking on a broom, very fast - he was chasing Harry. , I can see him thinking... No, no, it's the professor!"
Her face suddenly turned extremely pale.
"It's the professor, he sent us a distress signal! Harry and I!"
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Everything happens in a flash of lightning.
boom. boom. boom.
Harry kept moving, holding his breath, his eyes and mind not missing any place.
Where? Where? There were fog and ghosts all around, and the sea of souls was vast, but Harry knew that there must be a place that he had not found.
Snapped.
This time the movement was larger because his target was within the ruined temple. He stood on the ground with both feet, and when he lowered his head, he saw something extraordinary - the ground was khaki, and although the red runes were broken, the lines were clearly visible. If Harry were from another college, he might have thought it was a kind of Symbolic ancient words, the general idea is to praise God's achievements and so on... But fortunately, he is a r□□enclaw, and after entering the school, he wants to read every book and try to learn every class!
Only half a bucket of water is better than no water at all. At least Harry can recognize what it is - ancient runes!
He swallowed hard and looked at the place where he was. He could have sworn that he didn't have these red runes when he came here last time, and he didn't know more than one of these characters.
"Black magic, no doubt," Salazar's portrait became smaller on his chest, as small as a real pendant, hanging on a rope, "Go clockwise in the direction of the light, fast!"
Harry didn't dare to delay at all. The characters on the wall and ground were regular. The farther to the left, the darker, and the farther to the right, the brighter. This proved that there was magic in it, and it was definitely the handiwork of a wizard.
He increased the speed of his feet to the maximum, maybe using Peter's ability, but Harry knew that he was running faster and faster. If someone stood in front of him, he would definitely knock that person away without looking back, just because of Charles.
charles needs him. Dad needs him. dad needs his son. No one or one thing could stop Harry from running for it.
Harry ran frantically through the stairs and corridors, and flew straight up to the upper level at a broken gap. It was there, he knew. He had communicated with his father telepathically many times since he was a child. No matter how small the signal was, it was still a signal sent by his father's head, and Harry would never admit it.
Harry flew into a thick fog. This was the place where most ghosts gathered. It was so crowded that it was almost impossible to see anything, but he identified this direction and rushed into a ball of white light.
Vaguely he heard a sigh.
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Charles was at the center of the whirlpool. His wrist was originally in Erik's hand, but in just a moment, he was pulled away by something, as if he was responding to some summons and was brought here.
It's a nightmarish experience. There are countless invisible hands in the pure white void covering your whole body, grabbing your face, climbing up your legs, cold breath and screams pouring into your ears and lungs, malicious commands. A shiver runs down your spine, and it's enough to ignite all your fears - yet you can't see the faces of these people.
The unknown is the scariest thing.
"Follow me, Charles..." a voice that he hated so much tempted him, "I have given you a new life, you come to give me a new life..."
distortion. ugly. That sound made Charles feel only this.
"In my place, Charles, I can give you everything, you should understand that I am right, the world needs people like me in this world, mutants need people like me in this world, only me, only I should not step into die!"
No, no, no. Charles instinctively refused.
In the rolling fog, someone grabbed his neck and used fangs and fists to force him to submit. The pain made Charles grin and the feeling of the heavy hammer falling could almost break his bones. His body was as heavy as if he was carrying a huge boulder. Being thrown into the deep sea.
No, no, no.
No matter how hard he tried, Charles refused with the strongest part of his consciousness. He even stood up to resist, using his limbs to resist the opponent, using his fists to reply, and using all his strength to reject the opponent.
"Then think about your son," the voice threatened. "He also has my mark on his body. Do you want him to replace you?"
No, no, no! !
This sentence did not make Charles surrender, but made him resist even more fiercely. He even felt for a moment that his power overwhelmed the other party, and every punch hit the other party's face and body. The anger of being a father supported him in doing so.
No father would tolerate a villain threatening his child.
——But when Charles did this, he found nothing else.
He didn't realize that the thick fog seemed to be really alive. It rolled up like a tide and submerged Charles, from his toes to his blue eyes. He didn't realize that the thick fog seemed to really love this living life. They made his lips turn purple, his face became paler, his blue eyes reflected nothingness, and his limbs began to stiffen, as if such a life was too much to consider. The beautiful person is frozen here, trying to swallow up all the fresh life in him.
He didn't realize that the thick fog was gradually dragging him into death, wrapping everything around him, and gradually extinguishing the fire of his life.
——Until the silver sword flashed with sharp light, tearing them apart.
"call--"
Harry let out a breath, forming a real puff of white mist in the air. He waved his silver sword and mercilessly chopped down all the ghosts that were staring at Charles and clinging to him. He tried his best to drag his father out of there. He was sweating profusely and full of fear, but he didn't dare to stop until the ghosts, who were as ragged as the believers, no longer dared to pester the father and son. Harry Only then did he put down his sore arm, and now he truly understood why Draco would rather plunge the sword into Kevin's back than run away.
How could this person be willing to run away!
That thick fog dragged someone wailing into the darkest corner of this pure white world. The sound of tearing and chewing was rustling and creepy. Hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands of faces rolled into one of the past. The eccentric face that was calm and tolerant in front of Harry was twisted and broken... but it did get smaller and smaller.
Harry hugged Charles, took off all his clothes and wrapped him around him, then lit a few flames in front of him, trembling all over and holding his sword to guard against them. But those things did turn into a small dot in the end, like rushing water pouring into a bottle, and disappeared contentedly.
And when Draco rode a broom and chased in, he saw that Harry wore a thin shirt, hugged his dad who lost his consciousness, slowly put the sword down, and wrapped the clothes on Charles even more. Strictly strict, hold it tighter, and then do one of them, even Draco, in the face of this situation, it is helpless.
"... Ghosts have disappeared." Draco was originally surprised.
Harry sat on the ground paralyzed, and slowly put Charles' head on his knees. Then, Draco heard him say, "Draco, can you come here?"
Draco took a picture, but immediately stiffened.
Harry turned his head slightly and leaned his forehead on him. Draco could notice that he was trembling slightly. He couldn't help but take his hands to pat his shoulder gently. He just wanted to ask what happened to him, but dare not speak ... but Harry was right right away. He grabbed his hand and buried his upper half of his face in, shaking his shoulders, and the moist feeling slipped from his palm, Draco was frightened, and found that Harry was crying!
Until this moment, the things opposite disappeared with the ghosts, until Draco was relieved, and until Charles's face slowly recovered, Harry completely confirmed that nothing could hurt his father again.
Why is it dad? Why is his father? There are countless bad guys in the world. There are thousands of good people. His father is obviously the best in the latter. Why is his father who suffered repeatedly?
He almost lost his father. If he didn't rush over? If he didn't take this sword? If he died early, he was not rescued by Draco?
This is more difficult to accept than himself, and he always hopes that his father can be good.
Harry's heart seemed to be a big piece of stones, uncomfortable, and he remembered that he could not quarrel with his father, but could only bite his lips and tears. Draco really patted his back, and he didn't touch his head. He didn't know what to do at all, and he was so panic.
When Draco was at a loss, Charles gradually recovered consciousness.
Without he open his eyes, he can know who is by his side. He knows why Harry came -when he was rolled away, he instinctively sent a signal for help from the two most close spiritual channels, his son and his student. But when he opened his eyes and saw his son's red face, he couldn't help showing a habitual relaxation expression, just like in the past.
"... hey." He said that, and Draco, who was standing next to him, felt that the two of them really were father and son. The first sentence woke up was exactly the same as comforting people's expressions.
But they did not expect that Harry couldn't stand the sound at all.
But it was a soothing smile and a 'hey', which made him unstoppable.
He hugged his father and cried out of his voice.
