"Telescopic ears," Draco introduced the Weasley twins' new product to Harry, "an epoch-making product that has achieved a huge leap in technology. You can have one without using a high-level eavesdropping spell, and it can even be extended by two or three floors." Length - this is what they said, not what I said, but if I say it, this thing is very easy to find, they didn't even make it dark, as long as people are not blind, they can see this thing at a glance."
Harry couldn't deny it. He looked at the thin flesh-colored long rope and felt that it was actually not easy to find - it was too thin, especially since this thing was still new. Even if it was found, as long as it was placed in the right place, it would be easy to find. It is easy to think of it as a junk or something like junk. This thing may eventually become a popular little toy in the wizarding world, but now it is very strange to everyone. No one can recognize it at a glance and know what it is used for. .
"Filch is busy again," Harry turned it over, looked at the hard-to-find ear on the other end, and blinked, "Professor McGonagall will also be angry. Fred and George have made something good again." .”
Speaking of this, he thought of the twins who could always bring joy to people, and he suddenly felt nostalgic, although this nostalgia was a bit sad: "I miss them too, I mean, Fred and George, if now You can let me go back and be a volunteer for their new products!”
"Are you kidding," Draco rolled his eyes and said, "Those are a pair of walking troublemakers, not Merlin! All it takes is a Longbottom to be their guinea pig!"
"Okay, let's not talk about the test subject - what did you hear?" Harry put down the telescopic earphones and asked curiously, "How did you hear it?"
"I was hungry, and then I passed by the kitchen to get a brownie back. I happened to hear on the way -" Draco said expressionlessly, "-did you think I would say this? No, of course I came prepared. Otherwise, who would reveal the information to us? You are too honest to take the initiative to obtain information! Do you think the information fell from the sky!"
As he spoke, he got angry and poked Harry's forehead with his finger. He poked hard several times, making Harry hold his head and wince a few times.
"Okay, okay, Draco, I know you have foresight," Harry held a pillow over his head, dumbfounded, and pulled out his wand to cast a silencing charm on the room, "So what did you hear?"
"Sean, your schoolmate's Mr. Mermaid is not willing to be a deserter who eats and drinks and lives his life," Draco said, sitting up straight, "and your -" he rolled his eyes and thought for a moment, "—your aunt's boyfriend , Hank, are very worried about your aunt. They want to find her and tell her that there are people who are crazy about catching mutants for human experiments——"
Speaking of 'human experiment', the expressions of the two boys were twisted, as if someone was pinching their soft flesh. But just like this, the glass windows in the room still shook, and a teacup suddenly jumped from the table. It fell down and was quickly caught by Harry's quick eyes and hands.
"...Okay, okay," Harry put the cup back and took a deep breath, "I'm calm - I'm calm."
Draco looked suspicious.
"Go on," Harry said, "It just takes time - time, understand, Draco?"
"Maybe," Draco nodded reluctantly and continued, "I didn't understand a few of the words, but there is a machine in this house that can help them find people. The only problem is that this machine could only Used by one person—"
"My dad." Harry immediately understood what kind of machine this was, and this conversation opened up the joints in his head. "They are talking about the mastermind! My dad sometimes uses this to find his students, but not very often. But it will be very accurate! Yes, if you use this, it will be easy to find Aunt Raven!"
"It sounds like I understand what this thing is," Draco said, "but I'm not done yet - this thing doesn't work now."
"Why? Is it broken?" Harry said in shock, "I only heard that it was upgraded, but I never heard that it was broken?"
"Because your father exchanged his abilities for his legs, I guess," Draco obviously listened carefully enough, "You told me about this before, so I understood what they meant. Your father now uses It’s beyond his ability, so—wait a minute!”
He frowned suddenly: "Is your father's ability..." He gestured, "And you..."
Harry winked at him.
"I don't use it very often," he said, "but I'm a reluctant telepath - if there's one person in this house who can use the Mastermind, it's me! Yes, Draco, I can!"
Harry was so excited that he spun around on the spot, and then walked around while thinking: "My dad can't use the master brain now, but I can! My abilities are 100% inherited from him. If my dad can't use it now, If you're willing to give up your legs, I can do everything for him! I mean, if he doesn't want to, then he doesn't have to worry, and Sean and Hank don't have to worry either, I can-"
Draco glanced at him and seized the opportunity. When he was facing the bed, he stretched out his foot and tripped him. Harry immediately threw his face at...the bed with a squeal.
"What's wrong with you? Look at you now," Draco criticized his situation mercilessly. "You're like a Gryffindor who can do whatever he wants, instead of a wise Ravenclaw! What's sucked you away? Your brain? Do you think you can use a machine that your father can control?"
"...The first problem is actually that they might not let me use it," Harry collapsed on the bed. After his head calmed down, he said feebly, "I'm sorry, when it comes to my dad and my aunt, I seem to be... It's easy to get excited - the first question is, do they trust me enough to put me in and use the mastermind - it's a very scary machine as long as it's operated properly, unless everyone is wearing Uncle Erik's helmet. .”
"That's pretty scary," Draco said mockingly, "After all, this is the only helmet that's that ugly, huh?"
"But it prevents others from reading your mind," Harry said. "You don't have to learn Occlumency yet."
"Yeah, and then put the two sentences 'I activated my brain defense' and 'I have secrets in my head' on my head?" Draco said disgustedly, "I don't do that anyway, I don't believe there is no better way to wear one A more respectable way to get a damn ugly helmet.”
"Don't talk about Uncle Erik like that," Harry had to defend his family. "Uncle Erik doesn't know how to defend his brain. Besides a helmet, what else can cover the whole head? And I heard that this helmet was stolen from him, not him. made!"
"Anyway, I regret the taste of the person who made that helmet," Draco said. "His eyes must have been kicked out by a troll... Anyway, back to the topic."
Harry let out a long sigh - the focus of their conversation had indeed drifted away unknowingly.
"If only divination worked," Harry sighed, "I could use the crystal ball to divine my aunt's location."
"Then you will regret it," Draco said. "After all, I heard Granger complain that the divination professors of our time were only willing to accept divination that predicted bad luck."
Sooner or later I'm going to have to find a way to get her out of Hogwarts. Draco thought through gritted teeth. She actually predicted Harry's death this year! For Merlin's sake, the old liar, he wasn't even in class!
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"Charles said that Erik also wanted to borrow the Mastermind," Hank said seriously, "because he feels that mutants are no longer safe, and we need to join forces to protect all who may be threatened."
"That bastard," Sean cursed. He always used the most sinister intentions to guess Erik, "Does he want to control all the mutants? We won't let him succeed!"
"But he has Emma Frost (Emma Foster) over there, Sean, a telepath who can use the Mastermind." Hank said hesitantly.
Sean immediately stared at him in disbelief.
"Tell him you didn't intend to let that horrible woman use the mastermind," Sean was stunned. He almost screamed, making the whole room buzz. "It's not like you don't know what that woman did before - —Spy! The second-in-command of a terrorist organization! And once she turns herself shiny like a crystal sculpture, you can’t even knock her out, man, what on earth are you thinking?!”
"To be precise, she turned her body into diamond..." Hank instinctively corrected his mistake in rhetoric.
"Whatever that is!" Sean yelled, "We can't cooperate with the enemy, Hank! Especially her! And Erik! It's not like we don't have telepaths, Hank, we all know that Charles is the strongest in the world. Big telepath!”
"But he can't do that now!" Even though there were only two of them in the room, Hank's eyes glanced left and right warily, and then he whispered to Sean eagerly, "He was even willing to walk for himself. Give up the ability he was born with! Can't you see how much he wants to walk normally? Sean, the treatment drugs are still not perfect. We can't tell whether we can get the same results next time. Do you want us to persuade him? Ask him to go back to being confined to a wheelchair again? Maybe even forever? Sean! Did you meet Charles on the first day?!"
This big man who can turn blue has always been indecisive, mild-mannered and not very good at interpersonal communication, but at this moment he is more determined than everyone in this house - he is the one who has always been with Charles. , and never left. He had seen Charles in every state and regarded him as his life mentor and best friend. Even if Charles fell into a low ebb in his life, he would never think of leaving.
He was willing to respect any choice Charles made.
"But," Sean was still young after all, and when Hank questioned him like this, he began to retreat a little with the courage he had gained from excitement and anger, "Maybe Charles is willing to do this - that's Raven, Hank, that's Raven, you Knowing Charles, she loves Raven. As long as we-maybe as long as we mention it, he will choose Raven immediately. And, please, that is our innate ability. He really has to give up his body functions for another. Half? Forever—"
"That's not a 'flip' for us to do," Hank interrupted, and for a moment his head went into terrifying blue beast mode, grinning menacingly at Sean (even though he was still wearing a pair of glasses) ), "Sean, everything is decided by Charles himself, we can't force him to 'figure it out'!"
Sean: "But we need him at this time!"
"You don't know how bad he's been during this time!" Hank shouted, "You don't know - in his condition, how I wish that child - Francis - would just stay like this. Since there has been no Without students and without Raven and Erik, Charles never let himself go from alcohol! I even thought before that maybe a new child, a new student, would cheer him up. You see, Frances' age It’s not enough for military service, and he doesn’t look like he’ll be taken away and hidden by his parents. He’s even the type of kid that Charles likes… He’s sad enough, Sean.”
His voice gradually became quieter, and his head and claws also changed back to human appearance. He was so loud just now, but now he is gradually losing his voice.
"But that's wrong, I mean - nowhere is safe now, but I try to keep other people's children. This is wrong. Francis should be closely protected by his family or teachers."
"And you drove him away—" Sean muttered.
"That's not called driving away!"
"——Then he brought back his cousin to accompany him. This is the attitude of his family." Sean pouted, put his hands in his pockets, and swayed his upper body casually, "Although I think he That cousin looks weird... that’s right!”
He patted his thigh and said, "We can ask Francis for help with this matter!"
"What?! You can't -" Hank was shocked by his idea, "I just said he's not old enough to be a soldier - so you can't let him be a soldier either!"
"No, no, no, I mean," Sean said excitedly, "Francis is supposed to be a telepath! Remember, he was so scared that he couldn't speak at first, and then he talked to us in our heads! Yes, he definitely He is also a telepath, and his strength is not low! Charles said that only a certain level of mental power can directly communicate with other people's brains!"
"Don't even think about it!" Hank almost yelled at this moment. He almost immediately asked Sean to forget this idea. "He is still a child. Even if he is extremely talented, his mental development may not be complete yet! He cannot use the 'Master Brain' ', even if Charles knew about it, he wouldn't allow us to use a child to find Raven!"
"But he was the one who saved me! Hank, you can't be so rigid in your mind. Even if you are a scientist, you have to admit that mutants themselves are not very scientific!" Sean said, "And that's not called servitude, Hank, this is ' Ask him for help! And we just ask first - maybe he can, for example, he developed prematurely or something like that!"
"It's basically impossible," Hank said every word with extreme force and his sentences were extremely clear to express the firmness of his thoughts. "Don't even think about it! You still remember that his abilities will be involuntarily imbalanced, and he will be out of control from time to time. Fainted? That's because he used too much force when saving you. He shouldn't have exerted so much power at his age. This is all because of the instability caused by his age and development level! It's even possible that he lost his voice. It’s caused by this, and that’s why we need to teach students to control their abilities and do it step by step!”
When he said this, he never thought that if someone who was 'unstable' heard Sean's request, he would be impatient, excited and agree immediately...
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The quarrel in the evening led to the next day, when Harry put breakfast on the table, both Hank and Sean looked unhappy.
"What happened last night?" Harry asked in confusion, "You don't seem to have slept well."
"Yes, I can see that you slept well," Sean yawned and said listlessly, "At the age of thirteen, will today's children sleep in the same bed with their cousin?"
Harry's face couldn't help but blush a little, and Draco stabbed the fork hard into the omelette, making a crisp sound when the tip of the fork hit the plate.
"This proves that we have a very good relationship," he smiled half-heartedly, but being thirteen years old brought Sean a kind of pressure that he would not have experienced even at twenty-three years old. "What's your problem?"
Sean shook his head wildly, and Draco snorted and continued his breakfast.
"Where's Charles?" Harry asked.
"Actually, his sleep is not very regular," Hank said. "I took a look just now and he...he is asleep now. It doesn't matter, I will make him some food later."
"I'll go up and take a look." Harry couldn't help but said, floating a tray of breakfast and running upstairs.
There was only one window in the corridor outside the study, and the curtains were opened, bringing in the warmth and light of the world outside the window. Harry glanced outside inadvertently, and once again felt a suffocating sense of déjà vu... Everything here can be Put him in a trance, as if he were still in his own time.
While thinking this, he gently pushed open the door of the study room, lightly and without making any sound. He sneaked into the study, which was dark due to the closed curtains. His familiarity with the room and his hearing allowed him to immediately find his father - Charles was lying on his back on the guest sofa, his eyes closed, watching. He went up to sleep deeply, and not surprisingly, there were wine bottles scattered under the sofa, which is why Charles is still sleeping. He has no habit of snoring and his breathing is not loud. He is a very quiet type.
But even so, his expression was not relaxed. Harry thought sadly after taking a closer look.
He did not wake Charles up to go downstairs for dinner, but gently waved his hand to summon a pillow that had fallen on the chair, and then found a spare blanket - the place where the blanket was stored had not changed much after more than ten years. It's quite easy to find - it gently covers Charles' body, floats Charles up again, and lays him flat on the sofa, leaning against the pillows.
Harry hoped that even if he was unhappy, his Dad could at least sleep comfortably.
Finally, he left the toast and a cup of hot water with a warming charm on the coffee table so that his father could appease his stomach when he came along, and then quietly retreated to the door.
"you like me."
A hangover-like, drawn-out voice sounded at this moment, startling Harry so much that he almost pulled the doorknob off with all his strength.
He turned back stiffly, but Charles was still in the same sleeping position, motionless. People who didn't know thought he was still awake and hadn't spoken... But who was Harry? There was no mistaking his father's voice.
But this... was very confusing to him. His movements were very light, very light. Unless Charles had the characteristics of a mimosa, Charles would not be awakened by him.
And what did Charles mean by asking?
Harry suddenly felt that no reaction in a critical moment could match the rapidity of his heartbeat.
"Of course I like you." Harry tried to answer the question, "I respect you and like you, well... I guess it would be hard for me not to."
"Why?" Charles, who was still lying there, seemed to be asking questions from his soul, motionless, and just asked softly, with a little bit of drunkenness, "There is no reason, you are not even a student I taught."
"I - I've heard about the kind of person you are," Harry said. "It's rare that anyone could be as good as you."
Charles let out an indescribable chuckle, and then called him softly.
"Come here," he said, "come here, child."
The tone was soft and light, and Harry even thought that it was very similar to when his father called him.
He walked over obediently and still quietly. Charles stretched out a hand from the blanket covered by Harry and spread it towards Harry. Harry subconsciously put his hand up, but after putting it down, he felt that he had moved too fast. , a little embarrassed, but Charles had already grabbed the hand that belonged to an adolescent boy, and Harry could feel his father's hot palm, so warm that the touch was so familiar that it almost made his eyes sore to the point of tears.
You have to bear it, Harry, you have to bear it. he said to himself. This is not dad yet, you can't act coquettishly with him yet.
"Would you like someone so much just because he is a good person?" Charles held the boy's hand and whispered softly. Even in the darkest light, Harry could still see the beautiful blue eyes looking at him. He was a little at a loss, "Then look at me, kid, I'm not a good person now - do you still love me?"
Maybe it was because it was early in the morning, everyone would be dizzy, and Charles' words unknowingly changed from fondness to love, but Harry still nodded quickly and firmly without any hesitation.
This question is almost full of doubts for Harry and already has an answer - how could he not love his father, his Dad? How could he?
"Why?" Charles seemed to be telling a story to a child rather than asking a question. His voice seemed to be floating from a distant place, but Harry could accurately know that he was here, "If you are doing it because of my kindness, , and respect me and love me, then if I am not good now, why don’t you hate me, hate me, despise me, and leave me? Why do you stay by my side so persistently? "
Harry opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Charles said, "I know you didn't stay with me because of your parents' family or some damn mission."
He reached out his hand, and Harry lowered his head almost instinctively. Charles just stroked the boy's hair gently.
"I can see it," Charles said. "I also had family members who loved me. I can see whether a person stays with you for love or to achieve a purpose. You love me just like Raven, That’s why you stay by my side...is that right?”
This should have been a panic moment, because Charles' words undoubtedly proved that Harry's acting skills were really terrible and he could not hide his feelings for his father at all. But Harry didn't know why, his heart that should have been excited... was surprisingly calm now, even though he felt that Charles already knew that he was not such a simple child.
Oh, maybe it's because...this is with dad. He thought as he enjoyed the feeling of Charles stroking the top of his head.
"Why?" Charles asked, as if asking himself, "Why are you like this? I've never seen you before."
"Maybe it's because you are you," Harry's head popped up like a sudden falling meteor, and a satisfactory answer popped up. He leaned on the edge of the sofa and helped his father cover the slipping blanket, "Because you... you It's Charles. As long as it's Charles, the people who love you will still love you, and there will be no change."
——No matter how bad you feel about yourself, you always think the best. the best.
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Although the horse hasn't fallen off here yet, it's a bit shaky... HP's studio is quite tight.
I'm sleeping, I'm so sleepy, it's really good to go to the library with books - tired - ah -
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