When Angel woke up from a long coma, she was like a fish that had just been thawed. As soon as she regained consciousness, she seemed to be in a panic due to lack of oxygen. She was rolling up and down and wailing in pain. She could hardly lie down on the bed beneath her. on the bed. She stretched out her hands to grasp her long, tarnished black hair, her young and beautiful face was full of fear, her wide eyes almost looked at everyone she saw with vigilance, and she was panting rapidly as if she was lacking oxygen, and there was a lump in her throat. Make a small scream————
——Until she saw Charles, this almost collapsed state stopped there, like pressing a pause button.
She looked at him, blinked extremely slowly, and tears rolled down her wide eyes. She squeezed out a sound from her throat extremely quietly and in disbelief: "...Charles?"
"Angel." The man who had been standing there for a long time responded.
The room was in disrepair, and there was only a desk lamp, which illuminated Charles' face for Angel in the dark night. His face, his facial features, his blue eyes, his... In short, Angel rubbed his eyes almost frantically to make sure that he was standing not far from her bed. But this Charles was very different from the Charles in her impression. The way he looked at her now showed compassion and sadness for his compatriots, as well as a strangeness and consideration for the betrayer, which made the girl shed even more tears.
Humans are such strange creatures. When you decide to betray, you show no mercy, but when you get help again in desperate situation, you feel sad for the natural look in your eyes.
"I..." She could hardly understand the situation and was extremely sad, "I am...I...where am I..."
The sound she squeezed out from the depths of her throat finally became louder, but the tone changed drastically. It was far more broken and unpleasant than hoarseness. Anyone who heard this could understand which part of the organ in her throat had been severely damaged. damage.
"In my school." Charles was like an emotionless machine, watching the girl cry, "You left too early and never came. This is our future home."
He paused for a moment and said, "You're safe."
Angel covered her mouth and her expression twisted into a ball. When she heard the words "You are safe," she burst into tears almost instantly. Her whole body curled up into a ball. The beautiful pair behind her The insect wings also stretched out and spread, hugging her shoulders on their own, like comfort and protection.
Charles' eyes swept over the pair of wings. They were no longer as beautiful as they once were, and were even damaged and stained with blood. There is also the long scar on Angel's chest. It is so horrific and pitiful that it is almost unbearable to look at it.
Charles looked at that and wanted to convince himself to continue to be ruthless, but a long pain still shot through his heart.
No one deserves to be treated like this, anyone.
"You have to drink some water." When Angel burst into tears uncontrollably, he hit the bed and was handed a glass of water. Angel hadn't drank water so well for a long time, so he instinctively grabbed the cup that was handed to him. Only then did he realize that Next to Charles was a not-so-tall boy with blond hair and blue eyes. He was handing the water to his hand with concern and helping her, whose wrist was still trembling, to bring the cup to her mouth. His movements were very gentle and his voice sounded strange. , it didn't look like he was injured, but he had a hoarseness that didn't match his appearance, but his tone was very gentle, "You are seriously short of water, Angel, slow down, don't choke... Okay, do you still want it?"
The boy she had never seen before stared at her and drank a whole glass of warm water, then went to the table next to him to pour her another glass.
"Thank... thank you. Who are you?" She said with sobs after drinking the second glass, "Are you... who are you? Are you the... child or relative of either Charles or Hank?"
She saw the boy's expression as if he had been stabbed.
"I didn't have children with anyone." Charles said, "But I have to explain that he saved you. If it weren't for him, I might never see Sean, you, or anyone else in Azazel again. "
Ignoring Angel's blank expression, he reached out and gently called the boy back. He patted the boy's back and neck, and the latter showed a more relaxed expression. Angel could tell that the boy relied on Charles.
"You should go to bed, kid." Angel could tell that Charles treated the boy much better than he treated her. Although his tone was harsh, at least he was caring. He even allowed the boy to touch her with reservations, and she noticed it, "I asked Sean to take you to a room and tell Hank to get you a thicker mattress. You are very exhausted physically and mentally." ”
"But Angel still needs to take medicine..."
"Angel can self-medicate, I believe she can."
Before Angel could barely ask how he was rescued or what medicine he needed, he saw Charles talking softly, holding the boy's hand towards the door, shouting outside, and then Sean - this was also Someone she hadn't seen for a long time - rushed over, picked up the child, and ran away holding the beautiful boy who turned around every step of the way like a dynamite bag.
"Wait, I, Charles, I don't-" Angel argued.
"I didn't mean to let the child go to bed because I still have some objections to you that I can't say to you today. Angel, don't look at me like that." After the child was taken away, Charles pulled up a chair and sat on it. He stood next to her, with an indifferent expression, and crossed his hands on his knees, making a conversational gesture, "I don't want to do anything to you, Azazel, just to keep the three of us - so if you look at me like that again, Just get out of this house. No, I'm not reading your minds right now, I can't do that now."
Angel was startled by the information in these words, and turned around, only to find her other companion lying on the bed next to hers, and she was almost unaware of it.
"Azazel?!" She almost screamed again, "You...you were caught too? This is impossible!"
The red devil didn't speak, just looked at the owner of this room quietly. Unlike Angel, he had never been Charles's partner, so he did not react as aggressively as Angel did. On the contrary, after coming out of that hellish place, he became more vigilant than ever and could not easily accept an unconditional offer. kindness.
"Nothing is impossible." Charles lowered his head and stopped looking at them. "When the child arrived, a victim was being carried away for autopsy, and Sean will soon become like you - - Why do you think his voice is so bad? It was because he was stimulated by that scene and went too far. He almost smashed the laboratory clean, and then brought you here."
"This is very lucky," he said, looking at them with an attitude that was almost unfamiliar to Angel, with a kind of suppressed irritability. "If the child's ability hadn't also been transferred, things might have been worse. But. Although he has potential, he is still very unstable. It has only been half an hour since I calmed him down, so I’m sorry, but I can’t let him riot again just because you asked him about his situation. It’s time for him to rest.”
"Who is he?" The red devil Azazel finally spoke, and his voice seemed to be forced out of his body. "Why do you trust him?"
"What makes you think I'm going to tell you the answer?" Charles retorted, "You have never trusted me or gained my trust. Azazel, according to you, I shouldn't have let him bring you in. , I can just keep Sean and the kid, and send you wherever you want, and let Erik look for you all over the world. Compared to you, in theory, it is easier for the kid to gain my trust. He doesn't distinguish between you and Sean. , brought back together, because you are his common compatriots."
It is always easier to gain favor with companions who have the same ideas than enemies who have real interactions with each other.
Silence spread throughout the room. The Red Devil was silent. Angel didn't know what to say. Charles lowered his head and looked at the floor, as if he was making a beautiful statue, his eyes staring at a certain place underground.
Until the Red Devil spoke again.
"Why can you walk with your legs?" He asked almost to the point. "I remember you lost these legs a long time ago, Xavier."
The red devil spoke so directly and unabashedly, like a hook directly hooking out this painful question, and Charles's expression froze almost instantly.
"Ah...Azazel!" Although he was a little afraid of this companion, Angel still couldn't control his anger and mustered up the courage to say, "Shut your mouth."
Then they both heard Charles chuckle twice.
"What's wrong with me? Don't you know this?" Charles stood up, shook his head as if he was joking, and let out a fitful chuckle, "Oh, do I need to praise you for your keen observation? In order to stand up, I almost Are you happy to hear that I can no longer use what I was born with? I will no longer be able to visit the deep recesses of other people's minds. By the time the treatment reaches its final stages, I will completely lose my ability. Cheers, Erik No more worries about me going against him.”
Different from the beginning, Charles' words were no longer short and concise, but now he said this long series of words, which made Angel almost feel scared - although Charles could no longer control their brains at the moment, she was still afraid of this Charles, because The attitude, the tone, everything she could remember. Both good-tempered people and extremely smart people are terrible when they get angry, but Charles happened to be both. He was hardly like the gentlest and nicest person she remembered.
Or to think about it another way - if even Charles Xavier loses his kindness and persistence towards the world and peace, what will happen to this world? What will happen to mutants? What will happen to them in the end?
Angel had never thought about this issue before, but now she discovered with great sadness that in her heart, Charles had always been a bottom line, an almost unquestionable bottom line. She knew, or understood, his thoughts, but she had never accepted them. But I also secretly feel that he...if there were people like him in the world, the world would undoubtedly become a better place.
Now she knew why he asked Sean to take the child out. It wasn't really because he was worried about what she was going to do, but because he was worried about what they all meant to the child. No one in this room should be too close to the child. They all have shadows weighing heavily on their chests, and the child should not see this.
Can I show such a miserable face and posture to a child who has just finished his role as a savior?
Leaving the relatively good side to the child and giving him some comfort is the right choice. This is what bad adults like them should do.
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After being away from home for several months, this was the first time Harry slept properly on a bed at home.
It's not that he dislikes the cold stone tile floor of Nurmengard (although it is indeed quite uncomfortable), nor that the beds in Hogwarts are bad. On the contrary, the beds in Slytherin are more comfortable than Ravenclaw. Maybe it's because of the school. It's because there are a group of rich people on the board of directors... But how can the feeling of sleeping at home be the same? Even though Harry just waved his magic wand to make the quilt and pillow fluffy, he didn't even have time to take out the sheets and quilts that had been sealed for a long time to wash and dry them. He only used magic to solve the problem. He still couldn't wait to shrink himself in. Then he waved his magic wand and turned the quilt cover and pillowcase into a familiar style - the one with the star shield, which even felt similar to the touch.
My transfiguration skills are finally improving. Harry almost couldn't wait to throw himself onto the bed, a secret excitement welling up in him. He wrapped himself in a quilt and rolled himself into a ball. He felt that people really have to grow in adversity. Look at his transformation technique. Isn't it very good when there is a strong need?
However, when Harry really closed his eyes, sleepiness almost immediately took away his energy. After all, he had not just spent a leisurely class at school all day long. His ability to survive until now was entirely due to his energy and his knowledge of the subject. Follow, the desire to see Charles. No, as soon as he relaxed, he felt tired almost immediately - to the extent that the god of sleep was trying to strangle him. It was entirely physiological, so he fell asleep immediately, deeply.
But his experience on this day has determined that there is a high probability that this will not be a peaceful sleep.
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The laboratory is always a cold color. The light blue mixed with the tragic white is overwhelming. If someone lives in it for a long time, his heart will definitely harden. Harry thought.
Harry stood in the center of this place, still wearing the black cloak. There were white coats coming and going around him. They had faces that he couldn't see clearly. It didn't matter. Their mouths opened and closed, sometimes excited, sometimes arguing. , but in the end it was classified as a kind of creepy indifference, but this was something that made Harry's heart skip a beat.
"Environment." He watched these people move faster and faster, and their expressions became more and more natural, "Time."
Harry gradually realized what kind of question he was thinking about here.
At the beginning, when something contrary to human nature is put in front of you, there will be two groups arguing, one group leads to light, and the other group leads to destruction, but they all think that they will be the group that leads to light, so they will argue. But when their common desire appears, things develop bit by bit like the green vegetation turns to desert.
Then when the people around you become indifferent, numb and take it for granted, it becomes very easy to inflict pain that should not be inflicted on others. People are so easily influenced by the environment and the people around them, and gradually become like them. This is even a bit similar to the wizarding world——
——Lucius, and his parents of the same generation told Draco and Pansy how incompetent Muggles are and how lowly Muggle-born they are, and how they believe them, regard them as their own ideas, and express them. It's quite natural.
——And in the same way, how Ron and Neville's family preached to them such things as 'Malfoy was a Death Eater in the past' and 'the Black family are all bad people', they could really believe it from the beginning.
This may not be as subtle as the laboratory, but it also means that when there is no second way and the second idea is struggling, everyone can easily fall into such a vicious circle.
How am I different from them? Harry ignored the figures walking around and squatted down, holding his cheek, thinking back to his first year.
I never listened to the bad words Draco said, nor did I listen to the bad words said by Ron, just because I knew nothing about both sides before this, and what my father taught me was enough for me to make a calm judgment. I am not smarter, or wiser, or have the ability to see the future than others. The reason why I can live in harmony with them is just because the third thought is my main thought.
Just as he was squatting on the ground and thinking quietly, the laboratory suddenly changed again - a shrill wailing suddenly came from a distant, or not far away place, and the figures were all stunned, and they were all facing a certain direction. He ran away, his words were so confusing that Harry still couldn't hear them clearly. He subconsciously wanted to hear clearly and know what was going on. He was so anxious that he quickly stood up and wanted to follow, but it seemed that there was a distant gap between him and him. Like a wall, no matter how eagerly he wanted to follow, there was always a distance between him and those people.
Wait a minute, don't go - who, who is there wailing -
Harry ran quickly, trying hard to catch up.
Until a hand grabbed him.
"Stop running," someone stood behind Harry and said calmly, "This is a dream, you little fool."
Harry turned around helplessly and saw Draco holding his hand. His platinum-blond head and gray-blue eyes were covered with a layer of pearl in the pale space. He looked extremely cold. He could only hold him. The hand is warm.
"...Draco."
Harry looked at him blankly, and after a few seconds, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"So I dream about you quite often, huh?" he said, "We just met in the afternoon."
"But I'm sure I don't want to stay in this damn place at all," Draco looked around with disgust, "What is this place? Why did you dream of this place?"
He took Harry's hands with his own, held them tightly, and pulled him as far away as possible.
At this moment, a second wailing sound filled the air. This one was a bit familiar. It sounded like Sean or someone else. He couldn't tell the difference between male and female, but it was enough to make Harry tremble.
"No," Harry couldn't help but want to turn around and chase after him, "No!"
"Harry!" Draco grabbed him from behind and shouted loudly, "This is a dream, it's a lie, wake up... Damn it, look at me, look at me, don't look at that, look at me!"
"...But I can't just leave it alone." Harry bit his lip and gasped, "I can't help it, Draco, even if you say it's a dream, I still think it's... very real. Almost, Draco, almost. One o'clock, I'm going to...be here to watch Sean, and others, this afternoon, they may...will..."
He struggled, unwilling to say that word, unwilling to speak out that experience again.
"--follow me."
Draco stared at Harry, thinking for about three seconds, and then decisively dragged him away.
This time, he did not stop Harry from moving forward, but instead dragged him forward faster, towards the place where the group of white coats gathered. But strangely, where Harry couldn't go no matter what, he just Can step forward.
"Why...?" Harry looked at the group of white coats getting closer and closer to him in great confusion, and Draco sneered when he heard his question.
"Oh dear Harry," he said in a poetic aria, "this is your dream, not mine; these are your obstacles, not mine; these are the nightmares you can't get over, and they are also not mine. Yes. Why do you think I can get through but you can’t?"
Then he took out his wand from nowhere.
"You said you arrived at that place in the afternoon, what did you do?" Draco asked.
"... There was a power riot, and I smashed everything there." Harry blinked and said hesitantly, "Then I ran away with everyone I could find."
Draco stood still this time and looked at him from head to toe in surprise, as if he didn't believe that this was something he could do.
"You have to understand me," Harry said dryly, "I'm out of control."
"I understand," Draco said slowly, "so you have to understand what happens next."
He raised his wand and cleared his throat: "Sword of Gryffindor, Sword of Gryffindor, Sword of Gryffindor... Oh come on, change quickly!"
After saying this, the wand turned into a sword that they were all familiar with. The silver light was shining, and the ruby the size of a pigeon egg gave off the only dazzling and gorgeous light in this pale laboratory.
Then, Harry saw Draco holding it, shaking off Harry's hand, and rushing towards the group of white coats without hesitation.
"Draco!!"
Harry was startled. Even though Draco said it was a dream, he still doubted it——
——Even though he knew vaguely that this was not true, he still couldn't help but feel fear.
"Draco! Draco! Come back!" He ran towards Draco.
But before he could pull Draco back, he saw Draco swinging his sword, click, with the first blow, the tip of the sword cut the invisible figures in half, turning into gray mist and dissipating; with the second blow, the sword tip cut off the invisible figures. , the tip of the sword pointed, and the sword body emitted a burst of brilliant light, igniting a fierce flame, as if all the mist in this place had evaporated, dispersing all the scenes here, including instruments, computers, tables and chairs, glass windows, The medicine, the ceiling, the floor... everything was evaporated, leaving only three small, coffin-board glass rooms, where small howls were still emanating.
The sword pointed there for the third time, but Draco pulled Harry over, thrust the sword into his hand, and kicked his ass like a servant.
"Ouch!" Harry let out a strange scream after being kicked by him.
"Go, open it and let me see what scares you like this."
With his usual mocking expression, Draco kicked him several times mercilessly, "Go, go, didn't you already run over easily? There's nothing stopping you, go, open it, let me grow long experience."
Harry tightened his grip on the sword hilt, which seemed to be still warm, and then realized that he had just run over alone in desperation - the invisible infinite wall seemed to have never existed.
A kind of courage surged in his heart, and most of his fear disappeared. When he looked back at Draco and was slapped on the back again, Harry smiled more relaxedly. Most of the anxiety and tension just now had been dissipated by the man standing behind him.
What’s particularly funny is that at this time, the entire space started playing rock music again for some reason, which was quite rhythmic. Maybe the world of dreams is just like that?
Harry clenched his sword tightly, pointed it at the glass rooms that were too foggy to see inside, and waved it lightly for the third time. The three doors opened one after another: there was no one inside, only three recorders. ?' note, each one was wailling in a funny way.
Harry poked one of them with his sword, and it grew four legs just like the pineapple they used for the Charms exam. It ran away while tap dancing. Draco, who was standing behind Harry, saw the row of tape recorders and raised his head and said A violent burst of laughter.
"Hahahaha, is this the Boggart in your dream? Do you want to laugh me to death today?"
Harry looked at the row of tape recorders that had escaped and couldn't help but laugh. At this time, the three glass rooms also roared and turned into mist and dissipated, leaving only a dark space in this place, just like every time Harry saw Draco in his dreams.
"Do we have to meet in such a dark place every time?" Draco didn't think it was enough. He sat down, took back the sword, transformed into his own wand, and shook out a few glowing stars, "You Shouldn't it be bright in your dreams? It's too dark here."
"It's good." Harry also sat down and leaned against him. "The most peaceful dreams are dark."
"You dare to say that seeing me is not a good dream?" Draco asked dissatisfiedly.
"No, no, no," Harry really laughed, "Spare me, Lord Draco Malfoy - any dream with you, no matter what it is, is a good dream."
Draco raised his chin: "That's pretty much it."
Harry found that Draco this time was a little different from before - he was no longer as decadent as the first time, nor as anxious and heavy as the previous time. Instead, there was a Draco that Harry was familiar with, and he was better than Harry. I'm in better shape.
Harry was glad from the bottom of his heart, because he had been really worried about Draco for a long time, really.
"You're not a dream, are you?" He and Draco leaned shoulder to shoulder and asked, "This is the third time. There can't be a dream that is so self-conscious and real. The person in the dream shouldn't have more thoughts than me. , because dreams are dominated by the master of the brain.”
Harry turned his head, his heart pounding in his chest because of nervousness. He was full of expectation but also mentally prepared to ask this Draco: "You... weren't my dream, Draco?"
Draco's answer was to reach out, grab Harry's face, and pull hard on both sides.
"Ouch!!!"
Harry screamed in pain, jumped up and ran: "It hurts! Draco!"
"I just realized now that you are so shameless!" Draco smiled ferociously, gritted his teeth and bared his teeth and chased after you, "Harry Xavier, do you know how long I have been looking for you?! I finally found you. Method, it was only the third time that you discovered that I was not a dream! Your brother wants me to tell you to go play with him every day, and I am embarrassed to say, 'Come on, your brother doesn't even take me seriously'!"
"I'm wrong, I'm wrong, I'm really wrong, I really know I'm wrong, Draco! Let go of my face, let go of my face, Draco!!! It really hurts!!!"
They immediately started fighting wildly in this space.
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"...Okay. I'm not surprised, I'm really not surprised at all."
The next morning, note, this is an early morning in the United States. When Harry sighed and sat up from the bed, he looked around and found that the room was a bit messy, as if he hadn't closed the windows at night and was blown around. Fortunately, nothing was damaged.
Speaking of which, this scene is so familiar, just like Jean who is out of control. Once she has a nightmare, the first thing she wants to do when she wakes up is check her surroundings to see if anyone has been accidentally injured or if anything in the house has been damaged. Harry was nowhere near as destructive as she was, but this situation wasn't exactly stable either.
What happened to him? Is there something wrong with his magic, or is there something wrong with his abilities?
Harry stretched out his two hands and looked to the left and right. He was very troubled by this situation and decided to go back to school during the day and go to the hospital wing to take a look. Otherwise, he would ask Principal Dumbledore to help him take a look. If he was still as scary as he was before going to bed when he was emotionally agitated, then he might not even be able to study at Hogwarts.
Ah, and dad.
Thinking of his father at this time, Harry's good mood sank a little. He threw himself back on the bed and wrapped himself tightly in the quilt. To be honest, he wanted to continue sleeping in the dark and continue playing with Draco for a while, but unfortunately, the good time was always limited.
But he had not maintained this posture for ten minutes when he heard footsteps and conversations outside.
"Professor? Why are you so early today-"
"I said, Hank, don't call me that."
"Okay, okay...Charles. Do you want breakfast?"
"I have something to tell you. Let Sean take the child to eat first...has he gotten up?"
"No, I think he must have been very tired yesterday, so I didn't call him."
"Well, let Sean take care of him. Come with me, Hank, I have something to tell you."
——There are some things about what Erik wants to do.
Harry easily captured this information from Charles' mind, and couldn't help but cover his mouth in surprise, fearing that he might scream, 'What -? ! '. Because generally speaking, his father rarely leaks his thoughts to the surface of consciousness. People who use telepathy often know how to be calm and know how to turn their thoughts into orderly procedures instead of leaking them out at will. The waterfall can be grasped by telepaths, and the information can even be leaked unintentionally.
But when talking about Erik, Harry had to think of the other two people he rescued yesterday - Azazel and Angel.
If Harry remembered correctly - and he couldn't - these were all Erik's friends, very senior ones, and they were all present when Emma got married, let alone Charles and Erik's wedding.
Although judging from the results, everything will go to the best step, but Harry is already a time traveler. Who knows if he will fan the wings of fate and blow the future?
Wait, let's talk...Does Peter want Draco to tell him to go and play with Peter from this time period? Did he mean it? But didn't Peter say, he meant that when he was in first grade, Peter said he was the Charles he met ten years ago?
Well, also, he has to go out and buy some things...such as blood supplements, nutritional potion sets, and brewing compound potions...
Harry changed his face to the one with blond hair and blue eyes, took the cloak off the stool and walked out of the door. He was thinking as he walked, making a list in his mind, and didn't see Sean walking towards him at all. When Sean rubbed his eyes and realized that the boy had just walked over, he quickly shouted: "Francis - Bean!" Where are you going? Breakfast!"
"I'm going out to buy something!" the boy replied.
When Sean took a few steps forward and chased after him, he found that the boy disappeared with a bang, leaving behind a red smoke that he was very familiar with - he moved and used his ability.
Sean was stunned again.
"...Oh my God, where is he going to go dressed like that so early in the morning??"
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Counting Nurmengard, Hogwarts, and his own school, this was already the fourth time Harry had been here, but there were some unfamiliar places.
Let me elaborate on the address again: United States, a residential area in Washington, D.C., a basement of a residential building...
Harry was not stupid this time. When he moved, he headed straight for the basement. He knew that the basement would have a small window exposed on the exposed part of the house. It was very low, like vents, but it could indeed provide The basement brought daylight, and he quietly landed outside the small window with his cloak on.
Ms. Magda is a very orderly person, and the garden is kept very clean. To be honest, Harry doesn't care about this anymore. Due to the consideration of the information Peter revealed, he couldn't go to see Peter directly, so he just lay down and gestured. He looked inside awkwardly.
The scene inside was not very familiar, but there were still familiar places to Harry - such as the large wardrobe where Harry squatted, rows of snack boxes, a shaky electric fan and a small old TV. Anyway, Harry could see a boy sitting boredly on a small bed inside, tossing a few marbles. His hand speed is very fast, and the marble can almost draw a static arc in the air. His hair was metallic silver-gray, revealing a side face with still immature lines, which surprised Harry--
——He almost forgot that this was more than ten years ago, until he saw that Peter was still so young! Also, he looked so much like Nina when they were little! Their hair color and eyes are different, but when put together, people will definitely notice that they are a brother and sister.
"Hello~~are you okay?"
Just when Harry recalled his little sister's face, in just a blink of an eye, a pair of eyes met him directly from inside the window. The owner of the eyes even said hello with great interest, without any surprise at all. The person was frightened, and when Harry blinked again, he felt his back feel heavy and light, and his cloak was lifted up, revealing... blue and white striped and star pajamas.
"Oh, you have very unique taste." Little Peter said happily standing behind him. Harry didn't see clearly how this 'little brother' got around behind him. In the blink of an eye, little Peter had even reached out to hold him. The gold chain around his neck, if Harry hadn't also had quick eyesight and quick hands, grabbed little Peter's hand, little Peter would have been able to see what the time turner looked like in advance.
"Hey, you can actually be as fast as me." Little Peter was not angry at all when he was stopped. Instead, he walked around him as if he had discovered a new world, "So you are 'abnormal' like me. people."
Harry: "…………"
He looked down, sweating because he had to go out in his pajamas because he was thinking about something, and then looked in awe at the silver-haired boy who was shorter than him.
——No matter how many years younger than you are now, your brother is still your brother.
Every brother would do well to remember this.
"Peter----"
Ms. Magda's urgent voice came from the house, "Peter—Peter! Did you run outside again?"
"Oh, no, it's my mother," little Peter winked at Harry, with a mischievous smile on his face, "How am I going to tell her about you? Well - that you are a weirdo spying on our house. Someone? Should I call the police?"
What he said was decent, but since he himself had not yet grown out of the height of a peacock, Harry looked at his brother and had the urge to rush out and laugh wildly. He tried his best to resist the upturned corners of his mouth, stood up and squatted next to little Peter, winking at him: "We are not weird people, Peter."
"You actually know my name," Peter opened his mouth, "Did you have a plan to abduct me?"
"Whoever kidnapped and trafficked you was the most unlucky person," Harry tried his best to suppress his laughter. "Are you really not going to steal all the money they have and then report them to the police?"
"I like this choice." Peter smiled broadly.
"Peter——"
A set of footsteps approached quickly, and Harry let out an ouch.
"It's time for me to go," Harry said. "See you later, Peter - oh, by the way, we are not 'deviants', that word is 'mutants', remember that, bye."
After saying that, he disappeared from the spot with a burst of red smoke, leaving little Peter alone with his mouth flattened. Then his mother immediately caught up and grabbed his ears and scolded him.
"Peter! You sneaked out alone again! I told you not to go out casually!"
——So, sometimes, it’s better not to think too much about playing pranks on your younger brother, even if you don’t know him yet.
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Because it was not the beginning of school, and Hogwarts was a boarding school, there were not so many people crowding around in Diagon Alley at this time.
Harry changed back into his pajamas (yes, he was the one who changed into pajamas out of haste), wrapped himself tightly in his cloak, fastened every button, and went to Gringotts with his hood on.
It didn't take long for him to be entrusted to President Dumbledore, and he received a key and authorized letter of Jin Cancan, confirming that a newly opened vault in Gu Ling Pavilion had belonged to him, and Jin Galong in it also belonged to him. , Tuition and living expenses can be taken from the inside, casually, this generous Harry was stunned at the beginning, until he later inquired about how old GRINDELWALD is a family. It's just a little 'living expenses ", and the long -established pure blood family sometimes has the money to get out of oil ...
The streets and more than ten years are not much different. Therefore, Harry can easily find the Slag & Giggs Pharmacy, and bought some basic materials from it to boil blood supplements and nutritional pharmaceuticals- Hogwarts's students' reserves are limited -but when they think of compound soup, Harry's head hurt again.
He has been successful once, it is difficult to take care of it, but the most important thing is that it is a potion that needs to be cooked for a long time to succeed, let alone the skin of the African tree snake. The material is very difficult, unless he runs to the origin of the African tree snake now, find a snake to ask if it can give him its skin, and then dry it by himself. Otherwise Dose.
Harry thought about it, and finally sighed from the pharmacy, holding this large bag of materials, and bowing his head to continue thinking.
Where can I go to compound soup? Is going to be close to Professor Slagkhorn?
"well."
Harry sighed and turned his head to the direction of the lane. If you do n’t want to go with that entangled person, the professor with accurate vision is close, then you can only go to the alley.
……No.
Harry thought to be near the alley, and finally stopped, and did not really step in.
Draco said that it was very chaotic in the alley. If it was not a sufficient amount of adults, even Draco would not hang out alone. This place is a gray area. Everyone has, hooligans, mixed, black wizards, thieves ... and the bosses inside are all treacherous and ghosts. There is no enough person to calm down.
Although I am not afraid of being deceived, it is very troublesome to make disputes. Harry said in his heart. You have to be cautious, Harry, for turning over the alley, you have to ask regulus more, he must understand the doorway.
Therefore, he stopped in front of the alley for a long time. In the end, he could not feel weird when he stepped into the alley mouth. Instead, he turned and put on a hood and left.
What he did not notice was that a scarlet sight since he came to this area and stared at him secretly through the glass window ... Until he put on a hood, the confusion on the cloak, that the sight lost because of the loss of that sight. After receiving the goal.
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This time Harry returned to Hogwarts again, and the landing site was his bedroom, because he knew that regulus often went to Hogmod Village on Saturday. It may be a cup of tea with a pure blood friend. Or, or he did not go to Hogmod Village, he also had to go to Quididic to train -he was Slytherin's finding player.
To be honest, Regulus's flight technology is OK, but he is not talented on Kuidiqi. At least Harry's view is not keen to the golden flying thief, and he is not enthusiastic about this movement. He holds the most. The good broom looked faint, and it looked really to fight with Sirius in the Gryffindor team.
It's completely tortured yourself.
But this time, when he did not expect that when he slammed from the air, three people in the two -person bedroom had squeezed three people, and he heard the quarrel almost as soon as he landed:
"... You are trying to explore the privacy of others, Sirius, how did Gryffindor turn you like this!"
"Don't you know your brother, regulus, he has become a day with Gryffindor ... Ah ... some people who are not flowing are always like to make some tooth out of means-"
"Close your mouth, snot! Aha, do you dare say that your multi -care is there, there is no other meaning in it, who can believe that you just discovered me here? Who told Regulus? Do you? Your dangerous thoughts- "
——Mad I go wrong?
Harry wanted to say that. He was wearing a cloak and watched these three people hold me. I held you a quarrel, silent for ten seconds, and wanted to turn around and left. But looking at the red ears of Retulus, Harry was afraid that the relationship between him and Sirius worsened.
He thought about it, quietly transferred himself outside the door, then took off the hood of the cloak, pushed in directly, pretending that he did not break directly.
"who!!"
"who!!!"
"... Francis!"
The three people in the bedroom turned back at the same time, and then looked at Harry at the same time.
Harry: "……………………, ah, this, uh, hey ... hey, good afternoon?"
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Harry: After disturbing, I didn't come back a day. What happened?
Successfully on the base of peace ~~~~ In fact, I can actually be earlier, but my room has a lot of small flyworms recently, creepy, annoying, one to death, there is one, and you can keep taking it peacefully.
You can go out to play tomorrow.
Sure enough, I still have to write it slowly. I wrote 5,000 words last night. I just felt in the water ... I woke up today and deleted the written two thousand words.
Twelve thousand, big and long, I need you to boast me hard! ! ! !
Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or gave me the nutrient solution~
Thanks to the little angel who cast [grenade]: Mangosteen 1;
Thanks to the little angel who casts [Landmines]: Wing 2; Nikura 1;
Thanks to the little angel who irrigates [nutrient solution]:
Eyre 50 bottles; 20 bottles of stupid, silver and white crows; 18 bottles of Liu Doudou; 17 bottles of Ah Port; 10 bottles of cathy, Qinxuan, and Qin poetry of Moon Night; ; Cats who do not eat fish, nkzlzbilmdsw 1 bottle;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
