When three of the four members of the Doomed Four were softened and bribed by the midnight snack of ice cream (even Wormtail), Sirius still did not give up his stalking.
He always felt that there was something wrong with Francis Bagshot. Before this wrong was discovered, he was worried that this kind of German would follow his younger brother who seemed smart but was actually slow, seemed cold but was actually cowardly. This German guy is not a fool like other pure-blooded families. Although regulus is not too smart, he is actually quite smart. He can deal with those fools, but one may have a deep mind and excellent acting skills. , a strong German guy?
This is definitely not the person Sirius wants Regulus to have a relationship with.
"This doesn't mean that I want to control his friends, I don't have that leisurely attitude." Sirius repeatedly declared to his friends, "It's just that he is my younger brother, and I have to prevent him from being deceived by others!"
Regarding this statement, James shushed him several times without giving any face, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, this is how you 'care' for him, why don't you go to Slytherin?"
"I really love his ice cream, and also his other possible small cakes," Lupin said half teasingly, half warning, "I still want to have a good relationship with him. Please, Sirius, don't let us be embarrassed later. Go ask him, or let the fork eat Lily's steak again, a snape is enough."
Sirius turned a deaf ear and continued his stalking behavior.
He stared at the other end of the corridor. The German guy was walking among the crowd in a leisurely manner. His expression was a little colder than late at night and on the train. His chin was always raised, like a perfect slytherin. He nodded and greeted every student from the same school who passed by...but occasionally his eyes would wander, erratically scanning the passing crowds, showing an aimless insouciance that was hard to detect.
The boy seemed to be observing others.
Aha, he really isn't as clueless as he appears. Sirius thought proudly.
But a moment later, he saw Professor McGonagall coming from the other end of the corridor and saying something to the boy, so Bagshot immediately turned a corner and walked somewhere else. Without thinking, Sirius followed immediately, completely ignoring James shouting not far away, and squeezed directly into the flow of people between classes.
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When this year's hogwarts began to fill with the tension before the final exam, Harry almost thought that he was in his own era after the twenty-first century, rather than slightly behind the twentieth century.
The boy with blond hair, blue eyes, and a silver-green tie was walking along the corridor with his schoolbag in hand. However, most of the students were walking in a hurry, with a serious look on their faces that had been overwhelmed by the exam and was in a good mood. This made the boy look very relaxed. However, during this break, almost no one paid attention to him. Most people were rushing to the next class, so when he entered Dumbledore's office, few people noticed that he suddenly turned a corner on the road.
"Lemon-filled candies." Harry said to the stone statue at the door, and then ducked into the principal's office.
"Here you go, kid, sit down." Dumbledore put down the quill in his hand and said kindly, "I've prepared the milk you like. How about some cookies. I think boys at this age always feel hungry. .”
"Thank you," Harry sat down. Since he had spent a holiday with Dumbledore and knew that the old man was more casual, he went straight to the point, "What do you want from me?"
He even had a class next period. It was hard to imagine that Dumbledore would ask Professor McGonagall to call him over now. So, it must be something very important.
Hearing Harry's question, the old man who had been wise for many years smiled and glanced at him from behind the lenses. It was hard for Harry to describe this look, as if both parties knew exactly why he was here. Immediately, the old headmaster waved his magic wand and sent an envelope and a dark box from the other end of the table to Harry.
"This is a parcel of letters from the Department of Mysteries. Take it, my boy," Dumbledore said kindly. "You know why you have received this. Go ahead and I will issue a note for you if you need it." .”
Harry's heart beat fast almost instantly. He stared at Dumbledore with wide eyes, unsure of what he meant.
Does he know that my identity is fake? Or is there something wrong with him seeing through my background? or--
"——Calm down, Francis. I know that everyone has their little secrets," Dumbledore still smiled at him and said slowly, "You have to know, Francis, magic is a mystery - so I I know that there are some things that we don’t need to understand to the deepest level. I just need to know that you are a good child and a good student, and you have never done a bad thing; and you were handed over to me by Gellert. Come on, I am your principal and the teacher who protects you - go ahead, don't worry, kid, just do what you need to do."
"Of course," the old headmaster winked at Harry, "if you need help - I will be happy to receive your request for help. You are still a child. As long as the situation allows, it doesn't matter. Go ahead, Francis, do what you have to do. Things to do.”
Harry looked at the old man opposite and felt a big lump in his throat. He was at a loss for what to do with the other man's kindness, tolerance and understanding. He suddenly remembered the time when the old principal came to his door, those pranks, and those targets. Although Harry did not instigate these occurrences, But I still feel a little ashamed.
Although many people say that Dumbledore is an old madman and an old naughty boy, only those who have seen clearly understand how wise Dumbledore is, and how this wisdom is matched by virtue. His strength seemed to lie far beyond his magical abilities, but in his heart that was far superior to ordinary people. During those days when Harry lived in the principal's office, he realized this far better than any other student.
Holding the box and documents in his hands, Harry stood up and walked towards the door. Before doing so, Dumbledore bowed deeply:
"……thank you."
"It's nothing," Dumbledore said happily, winking at Harry, "If you really want to thank me, then just give me a copy of that delicious ice cream mountain that Mr. Potter and the others tasted."
"That's not okay, it will harm your health." Harry also smiled and winked at the old principal, "Can you change it to puffs?"
"Oh, that sounds delicious too."
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Harry didn't go to continue the class. He ran back to his dormitory with his schoolbag in his arms. He made sure that Regulus was still in class. When he was the only one in the dormitory, he sat on the bed tent with bated breath and told all the mysterious things about it. Everything from the Affairs Department was spread out on the bed.
The document that appeared with him, as well as the envelope and black box that Dumbledore gave him.
Times have changed!
Sure enough, when Harry picked up the document, the countdown suddenly jumped to... five hours!
Harry opened another letter without blinking an eye. This time it was clearly written on it. The printed English text read:
Dear Mr. Draco Malfoy:
Due to the contract signed between you and our company (see the document for details), your assigned mission is about to begin. The node has been observed. You will rush to the observation location at 21:00 for calibration. The door key and uniform have been shipped with you. Letter attached. Please keep in mind the confidentiality matters we have informed you and regulate all processes correctly. At the same time, we must reiterate that redundant behavior will be paid. If the final result is not corrected on the right path, you will bear unacceptable consequences.
Department of Mysteries, British Ministry of Magic
Harry crossed his legs, sat on the bed and pondered over the letter for a while, then reached out and opened the black box the size of a suitcase. He saw two things inside: a piece of pure black clothing, long, There were no sleeves, it looked like a cloak, and a small thing he was familiar with.
"...another time turner?"
Harry was caught off guard and almost choked when he saw this. He hesitated for a while, stretched out his hand, then retracted it, retracted it and stretched it out again, repeated it several times, and then carefully picked up the golden necklace with his fingertips, watching the funnel in the ring quietly leaking. , a kind of fear of this thing actually arose in my heart.
If it weren't for the time turner, I'm afraid he would still be eating at his own home.
draco. draco malfoy.
At this time, Harry couldn't help but think of Draco. He placed his fingers on the beginning of the letter, the only place where it was written in golden ink. Harry knew every letter in this line, and he also knew them all together, but the appearance of this name was so unusual that he came to He came here because the time turner suddenly went berserk, but this document told him that this was not a coincidence... But what does the time turner have to do with Draco?
Why is Draco's name here? Why is Draco's name at the beginning of this letter? What does this mean? This was originally a task for Draco? So why did the Time Turner bring Harry Xavier here, just because it was in his possession?
--besides.
Harry suddenly remembered something.
When he went to visit Draco, he had just returned from their family honeymoon with his father. How could he go there with a time turner? That time turner appeared in his jacket pocket completely suddenly and without warning, and then ran away without warning! Who stuffed it into his pocket, and who did this picked up time turner originally belong to?
It shouldn't have been Draco's in the first place.
Harry put down the letter, exhaled at the brand-new time turner, stared at it for a long time, and then fell on the bed, staring at the dark green velvet tent ceiling, his head filled with countless questions, and There are two who are jumping around very happily.
Where am I going, what am I going to do?
The letter was so vague that Harry could read it but couldn't understand its meaning; the document it pointed to, the official document that came to this era with him, indeed showed the words as he said, but that... was very... Weird, it looked like normal content, but Harry couldn't read it, couldn't understand the content, as if he didn't know a word of it and was a preschooler!
If it weren't for Salazer's cramming teaching, it would have taken Harry a long time to understand that this was a preventive magic - no one other than the designated person could read its contents. The only thing Harry could understand was half of the signature. The second half was blurred, and there was a word 'draco' in the first half.
All the evidence proved that this was a task that belonged to Draco, but it fell into the hands of Harry in such a mess, and Harry sadly discovered that he had no idea where the task came from, and he knew nothing about it. Know.
And he had to complete this task alone under such circumstances.
Fortunately, I'm here. Harry thought with fear, this was not the first time he was lucky. But at the same time, he couldn't help but think -
——Does Draco know anything about this matter?
At least I don't really know what to do. Harry thought in confusion, what if I got to that place through the portkey but didn't know what to do?
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Although the letter pointed to nine o'clock in the evening, Harry was prepared in advance. He put on his cloak (after testing, Harry found that it was cast with a powerful confusion spell), held on to the time turner, and, for Just in case, he brought a suitcase that had been transformed into a messenger bag. It was sent to him by the man who was still imprisoned in New Mengadri. It was not big, but after the space magic was cast inside, It was enough for Harry to fill it with the necessary items: water, bread, pens and paper, first aid bandages, all the potions he had made and mail-ordered during this period, and some of the only magic items he had left, such as the Hand of Glory.
Harry also took inventory again and put on the only remaining medium on his body. It was a silver skull bracelet. It looked very vulgar, but it was given to him by Peter. It was the most effective one besides himself. media, because at this time, Peter was not only born, but also a teenager in middle school.
If he's not so eager when he comes over, sparkly earrings are also a great medium. Harry pulled up his hood, sighed regretfully, zipped up his messenger bag and sneaked out of the castle. Since there were portraits everywhere in the castle, there was a sleeping Helbo in the secret room, and the confidentiality agreement was repeatedly emphasized in the letter, Harry thought carefully and chose a place close to the Forbidden Forest. Hagrid was usually the only one there and it was not crowded. The rarest place, and Hagrid always drinks some wine at night before patrolling the Forbidden Forest.
Harry sneaked around the big friend's house and hid in a remote place to wait for the time to arrive. The letter said a door key, but the box contained a time turner. If he guessed correctly, the two were equivalent.
"Okay, ten seconds to go. God, Merlin, and Dad keep me safe."
Standing under the moonlight, Harry tightened his hood as he muttered, put the time turner around his neck, held it tightly and started counting down.
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1——
Just as Harry had guessed, a feeling of a hook hooking his navel swept over him, taking him away from where he was with a snap.
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When Sirius returned to his friends with a gloomy expression, James was discussing the paper with Lupin, and Wormtail was biting his nails to see where he could copy. When the three of them saw him coming back, they all raised their heads and said hello, and moved a seat for him on the sofa in the common room.
"Have you finished your 'digestion', Padfoot? Why don't you continue your criminal journey?" James hummed and said, "Look at how persistent you have been all afternoon. After eating, you went to stalk again - I don't know. I thought you were chasing some girl, but let me tell you, brother, you have to give this kid some privacy time, not to mention she seems to be really——"
"——He's really not a bad person. He's just your brother's friend." Lupin added with a smile, while Wormtail shook his shoulders. The three of them talked about it while Sirius was away, and they all felt that he was a brother because of his brother. The silly brother who became suspicious because he was close to others was laughed at for a long time.
Sirius threw a silencing spell around, leaned back on the sofa irritably, and used his wand to cast a floating spell to let the butterbeer smuggled in on the table float over: "Don't mention it, he seemed to evaporate out of thin air today, ever since he left Went to Dumbledore's office and he started disappearing - he didn't even eat dinner."
"So he didn't come for dinner?" James was a little surprised, "I didn't pay attention to this, so what were you doing just now?"
"I went to take a closer look. Regulus told others that 'Bagshot is on leave.'" Sirius poured himself a sip of butterbeer and sneered, "Another suspicious thing."
"Oh, come on, Sirius, can't someone have something wrong?" James sat upright this time and lectured his old buddy, "Your thoughts are too harsh - you are looking at people through colored glasses."
Sirius didn't care about this statement at all. He snorted and retorted: "Last time Snivellus washed his head, you felt that he had some plans for Lily - who of us is more harsh?"
"Both of you have something wrong, okay?" Lupin decided with a slap on each hand, "Can you let me write a paper? Padfoot, you are the same. If you can't write a paper of adequate length, Professor McGonagall will kill him. your."
The short Wormtail next to Lupin added with a smile: "And, the exam is about to take place."
"Yes, the final exam is coming soon, you can't hold on to our poor little Francis," Lupine suggested seriously, "You are so abnormal, Sirius, this time you are even more powerful than picking trouble with Snape - —It’s just that little Francis didn’t make the mistake of being grabbed by you, so you started stalking people like this.”
Sirius did not answer this question directly, but his eyes were looking at something in a trance, and he tapped the armrest with his knuckles. Although he was wearing a red and gold tie, he looked like a slytherin - his expression was arrogant, his eyes were looking forward as if looking into an unknown abyss, and his whole body exuded an unpleasant smell.
"...There must be something wrong with him." Sirius knocked on the sofa instinctively, "I feel there is a sense of disobedience in him...The reason must be somewhere, showing up in a place that I can't see...This problem must be It exists, I just don’t know it.”
——And he hated this kind of elusive secret, hated the sense of disobedience in Bagshot, and was even more wary of such a person approaching his brother.
He must find out this secret and break the sense of dissonance. He must.
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bolivar trask left his office with a sense of satisfaction. Although his body was naturally deficient and half shorter than an ordinary person, his knowledge, abilities, and skills helped him achieve his current status, so he accepted all the challenges along the way without any hindrance. The nods and greetings from all kinds of people - this is the treatment that a great and successful man deserves, and it is what he gets after working hard for it.
"Sir," when a female secretary saw him coming out, she immediately came up with several important documents, "the application report you submitted last time has arrived over there..."
Teslak was originally in a relaxed mood, but became even more excited after hearing what the female secretary reported. His research has made good progress, and he has a few more good subjects for his test products. As long as the funds applied for this time are approved, his research will definitely make great progress, and the research results obtained He will also strive for a steady stream of funds for his company.
This is how the upper class of this world is. As long as you continue to come up with things that satisfy them, money is never a problem, and once money is no problem, nothing else will be a problem.
"Immediately ask people to prepare the test products, and when I come back, I will conduct a new experiment again. The results this time are very important. We must speed up the research, and at the same time, the control of the test products must be increased to prevent them from escaping." Teslak gave a series of instructions, and researchers immediately started to prepare. Several people went to the test site behind him. Teslak was very satisfied with the efficiency, straightened his tie, and walked to the conference room.
What he didn't see was that a figure covered in black and slightly taller than him just followed the group of people in white coats and mixed in. It's inconspicuous, but it seems like one of them.
If he hadn't been too vigilant and wanted to protect business secrets and not installed a camera in this room, he would have at least been alerted by the malfunctioning camera and noticed it. Unfortunately, he just walked out complacently.
And the black shadow, yes, it was Harry in a cloak, just blended in.
…
All laboratories may have the same sound - the buzzing of machines, the clanking of instruments, or some indescribable smell, but none of them can make Harry feel depressed like this. He almost never stepped into this room full of... The laboratory with glass, machines and various drugs made me feel uncomfortable at the beginning. From the first step here, my heartbeat started to accelerate rapidly, my teeth chattered, and my hands and feet became cold.
He didn't know why. Maybe it was the dim lights here, maybe it was the depressing atmosphere here, or maybe the word used by the man just now: 'they'.
The man called his test subjects 'them', which meant that if Harry didn't have tinnitus or the man was clumsy, his test subjects were human beings.
Harry lowered his head, endured the discomfort, and followed the group of researchers deeper. At this time, a woman came forward. The woman said casually: "A test subject has died. Let's conduct an autopsy immediately and inform the husband. We need to grab some time..."
Harry's heart skipped a beat, as if his heart had been pinched hard. A desire to vomit suddenly rose from his throat when he heard 'autopsy'.
You have to hold back, Harry, you have to hold back, since the portkey sent you here, there must be something you must do here, and you need more information.
"How are the new test subjects?" a researcher asked indifferently, "Has the most basic inspection been carried out?"
"It's all going on. Placed in A12, we peeled off the scale-like skin tissue on one of the men, and then -"
Harry took a breath, calmly turned around and walked around various personnel and instruments, moving forward like a ghost invisible to others.
Room a12 is very easy to find. It seems to be because the 'experiment' is very important and a preliminary project is being carried out. It is not particularly hidden - it is just a huge observation room, with two researchers staring at the data, and on the other side of the glass , in the observation room, the 'experimental subjects' were confined in small, transparent spaces. It was like an upright coffin, connected to various pipes and lines. People struggled inside but could not escape with bare hands. A dose of medicine injected through those tubes makes them lose consciousness or the ability to resist.
Harry almost trembled as he approached the window of the observation room and stood behind the two researchers, just in time to see a corpse being carried out. It was a male black man. His naked body was full of scars, traces of torture, marks of cuts and stitches on the flesh... The moment he saw him, Harry felt a small, electric current flow through his body. The reaction then gradually disappeared like extinguished sparks. Harry almost reached out to grab the reaction, but it disappeared without a trace.
This is the reminder of Harry's mediated reproduction. It was a reminder that people would react when they encountered mutants, and he almost immediately realized what kind of 'experiment' the so-called 'experiment' was.
——I want to vomit.
Harry wanted to say this, but no sound came out of his throat. The suffocating pressure forced him not to look at the compatriot who was carried out, but the wide-open eyes on the lifeless face kept appearing in his mind. He trembled and pinched his neck, his teeth chattering up and down, and wanted to let out a questioning scream, but after trying for a long time, he found that he couldn't say anything, as if he had lost his voice again.
Why can't you tell me, that person over there who is being carried out like a pig is your companion, your compatriot.
A voice like an apocalypse said in Harry's heart, don't you care about him?
no no. Harry tried desperately to shake his head, but his feet seemed to be nailed to the spot.
The researchers in front of the boy didn't notice anything. Instead, they were discussing something like, "Should we increase the electric shock and see the reaction?" It seemed that the cloak produced by the Department of Mysteries was indeed of high quality and extremely easy to use.
But the voice in Harry's heart didn't stop. Look, they are going to kill your compatriots again. This is a kind of massacre and a way of disregarding life. What is the difference between such humans and extreme mutants?
——All ruthless creatures have the same heart, and life is almost not worth mentioning in their eyes!
Harry felt like a fish on the shore, lacking oxygen at any time.
And the researcher is still saying: "Let's put in the new test product, number xxxxxx013, the one codenamed Kraken..."
...Siren?
Harry felt that the blood all over his body froze for an instant. He suddenly raised his stiff head and looked towards the observation room. He saw a restraint car being pushed in. The young man with his face covered was like a fish waiting to be slaughtered in the car. Harry couldn't see He could see his face clearly, but he knew that person all too well.
That person is his eldest brother, one of his childhood playmates. He has never been reliable. He can't always find a girlfriend. He is born with a smiling face but always makes people dislike him. He broke Hank's test vessel and was raped. He was hunted all over the campus. Every time he came to see him, he would bring lots of candies. When he was a kid, he would hold him and spin him around in lots of circles.
ah.
ah.
There were no tears in Harry's eyes, but they were faintly reflecting the water. In this situation, he could hardly cry. He could only open his mouth wide and try hard to squeeze out the sound from inside.
Ah, ah——
"The first step is to inject him with drugs - his vocal cords are his important weapon, then destroy his brain." The researcher gave the order calmly, but due to the effective execution of the entire procedure, other researchers immediately took it He walked towards the cart with the needle in his hand.
Ah, ah - ah -
sean, seanseanseanseanseansean——
The needle was pushed, and liquid medicine came out from the tip. An assistant lifted the restraint belt, exposing the young man's neck and above. Although the young man fainted, they did not completely loosen his restraints, and soon, this dose of medicine would destroy a part of him without him realizing it.
No, no, no! Harry shouted silently in his heart.
——How can people be so bad? How can people be so bad! Sean likes to sing so much, and he has collected so many records, he——
"Direct injection? Will the brain entering an unconscious state affect the research?"
A researcher confirmed.
"His ability is not the best, and even if he is dead, it is not the most important research material. As long as his vocal cords are still there, there is nothing -"
The person who answered didn't finish speaking. They didn't see it. There was a black figure behind him who suddenly hugged his head and fell to the ground as weakly as a cut kite, but he was finally able to shout out even one word.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
It was an extremely harsh sound, bursting out from in front of the observation room so violently. The sound was like a storm. It hurt people's ears and was wrapped with an invisible force. Everything it touched was shattered into pieces. Jing, the solid wall panel was suddenly lifted off, and everyone was messed up, falling among the instruments and medicines. A researcher grabbed one of the pillars, trying to see clearly what happened. Something, but just as he was thinking this, a voice commanded hoarsely in his mind.
Go to sleep and don't wake up.
He fainted like an instrument that had lost power.
Harry stepped on the glass fragments and wall debris on the ground, rolled and crawled on his two legs and ran over, and almost the moment his hand touched Sean, the restraints were automatically untied; and When Harry looked at the two restraint rooms next to him, the two glass rooms that had been inexplicably intact shattered to the ground, revealing a woman with insect wings and a man with red skin and inhuman limbs.
Harry thought, ah, I know them. It's an acquaintance, a friend of Uncle Eric's.
"Angel," Harry called softly, and the woman floated over, "and Azazel." Then the red devil also floated over.
Harry slowly stretched out his arms, which were not long. The young man's arms could not hold the three of them in one hand, but he hugged them tightly with the utmost effort, trembling, and small cries leaked from his throat as if consciously. out.
"...Well, uh, ah, who, who!"
Since the dose of sedative drugs he received was not large, Sean gradually became conscious. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the laboratory. He was still being hugged by someone. Opposite him was the horrible-looking face of the Red Devil. He felt horrified. Shocked, he shouted, "I won't give in. Damn, where is this! Omg, who are you! You don't look like a good person when you are wearing such black!"
You still know how to wake up! !
Sean opened his mouth and let people know that he was still so unreliable, and he didn't even look at what was going on with the mess on the ground. But when Harry heard him speak, he spoke so smoothly that he couldn't help it anymore and picked it up. The cloak rushed over and hugged Sean's neck.
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