When a person's long-term goals are not easy to achieve now but are more important, several states will generally occur, such as being too anxious to take any time off, or seeking relaxation and escape through more regular daily routines.
Unfortunately and fortunately, Harry was able to jump between these two states repeatedly.
Ever since Dr went to work for him in an angry manner, he stayed in this old home and did some things he had always done before: for example, cooking a meal for everyone, and going upstairs with food and blankets to take care of him. Dad, find some books to read; or, walk around the grove and yard at the back, check the security facilities, prune the flowers and trees, occasionally pick some fruits from the trees, and talk to the flying birds. See if there is any outside information; also, although there are not so many students now, there is nothing wrong with packing up a few more rooms.
As for Carle, although he hasn't changed much, he has allowed Harry to approach him from now on and does not exclude his care - he will not take the initiative to ask for anything from Harry, nor will he take the child to play too happily, but Every day, he would find a period of time to stop numbing himself with alcohol and allow the boy to read and study in his study, without saying a word, just sitting in a room.
At first, it was the boy who read, and he watched the boy; then, it was the boy who read, and he occasionally answered some questions for the boy; finally, his drinking time gradually decreased, and the hobby of reading returned to his life with the changes day by day. among.
Carle himself didn't say anything, but for Hak, this is the best thing - everything is getting better!
It's just that this regular and dull life, although it can alleviate everyone's worries and anxieties, also brings more loneliness to Harry, especially when he patrols up and down the house and the land behind it.
"Think about how heavy my head was before the wedding," Harry expressed his pressure to Dr. on the other side during "FeTe time" facing the double-sided mirror brought by Dr. "I told Boy and Jo not to fight, and I told Na not to feed. The animals had too many snacks, helped everyone repair their belongings, listened to the lessons I wanted to listen to, did the wedding preparations that made me happy and painful, and fell asleep when I was so busy..."
"So," Harry noticed that on the other side of the double-sided mirror, Dr was acting like an emotionless bastard, "you feel nostalgic now that you think about it?"
"Of course!" Harry couldn't help but put on an expression of "Of course, otherwise", "Even if I don't sleep for three days, I don't want this place to be so... deserted. I've only seen it when it's lively, I mean, you You know, there are a lot of people coming and going, younger children like to play and run here, and some people are learning the sounds of musical instruments..."
"Come on, you are free after all," Dr frowned and poked the mirror, "I'm still working for you, remember - and here I hardly talk to anyone except my uncle, and I still have to Faced with being watched by my other uncle, I even have to follow your recipes for meals."
"Stalking..." Harry repeated the word with a complicated mood, trying to make the image of the young Sr gradually overlap with his godfather, and then he shuddered, "Well, maybe you can eat what you like, and then wait for me and If you change shifts, I'll eat what you like."
"A good idea, but this is not the most important point." Dr. said, "Let's discuss it. How about you go and eliminate the idea of stalking in his head? He is really in trouble. Now he comes here to talk to you. I'm so hypocritical, even if his brother is right next to him, his face is as green as Hawke." After saying that, he rolled his eyes.
"You really can't roll your eyes anymore," Harry noticed that Dr was rolling his eyes more and more frequently, which was simply unbecoming of his so-called decency. He couldn't help but wonder, "Dr, when did you get this problem - rolling your eyes all the time? It’s really not good, it’s not good for your health and etiquette. When your father finds you like this, he might think that we Americans have led you astray.”
"You're British, thank you." Dr said expressionlessly, "And don't - mention - my father."
Harry: "Even if I love my parents, you
I have to admit that I am an American citizen now - what happened to you and your father? What did I miss? "
When the relationship between Harry and his father developed a bit, he finally realized that Dr and his father seemed to have some problems. For example, he knew that Dr must have gone through hardships to get here, but Dr almost mentioned He didn’t mention his father, and he didn’t complain, such as “My father didn’t let me, but I still...”, or express merit, such as “My father helped me.” In comparison, Sr mentioned quite a lot, even then The tone is quite reluctant, for example, "I hate to admit it, but my uncle in that era was much more useful than this!"...
What's wrong with the Malfoy family's father-son relationship?
"I don't want to answer that question," Harry noticed. Dr's expression showed for a moment that he had been stabbed. It was obviously not a good question, but Dr still avoided it with a "it's not important" attitude. , he shook his head slightly and said, "We can change the topic, Harry. For example, tell me what you have done in front of your elders, paying special attention to those - Merlin knows that you are capable, and It’s something I can’t learn right away even if I stay up all night.”
escape. Harry raised his eyebrows.
"Did you come here without asking Uncle Lucius's permission?" Harry decided to be the one to pop the balloon. He said, "I think he will "disappear" in your house for a while after I go back. "
Dr felt annoyed on the other side of the mirror. He banged the mirror on the table, and the picture was distorted and rippled like the surface of a lake. "You haven't stood in front of me yet, so you can't read my mind—— Don’t make blind guesses, don’t be Mr. Know-It-All! And your guess is wrong!”
Although it is not entirely correct, it also misses the key points. Thinking of this, Dr became even more angry. He looked at the face of some fool who was beaten into a blur on the other side of the mirror, and sometimes felt that this was totally unfair.
He is distressed, he is annoyed, he is under pressure, and the other party knows nothing about it.
Oh, hateful...how do you say that word, love.
"Hey, wait, wait, don't do this, I won't be able to see you clearly!" On the other side of the mirror, Harry, who was almost completely ignorant of the young man's mood, shouted quickly, "Stop!"
"If you must know, my magical guardians are now your godfather and my mother," Dr said angrily, "Now, let's change the subject!"
——You have severed ties with your father? ! And you asked me to change the subject now? !
Harry almost yelled this sentence...but out of consideration, he swallowed it, but his eyelids twitched.
"Nothing to be surprised about. Just put down your stupid look," Dr. concluded the matter coldly, "This will happen sooner or later."
"...I can't tell." Harry said blankly, "Really."
Really, as far as Harry knew, except for confinement, Lucius gave his son almost everything he needed and didn't need. Maybe this education method seemed a bit unfree to Harry, but to say the least If Lucius didn't love his son, he was definitely talking in his sleep. At least, Harry couldn't imagine any situation that would cause the father and son to sever their relationship.
"Don't gloat. My father and I are already like this, and sooner or later there will be trouble between you and your godfather. Mark my words, I have to go to class. Goodbye. Pick me up at eleven o'clock in the evening. If you're late, you're dead." Dr said decisively, gave Harry a ferocious smile, then flipped the double-sided mirror over and slapped it on the table, then put it away in his schoolbag, leaving only two sides. On the other side of the mirror, Harry was sitting cross-legged on the bed, looking confused.
"Hey, Francis, I heard your cousin's voice," Sea patted the door panel outside, "Are you on the phone? Did you have a fight?"
Harry was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses. After all, for a long time, he was the only one who hung up on Dr.'s communication, and rarely did Dr. take the initiative to hang up on him.
"...I'm not gloating about my misfortune!!" Harry came to his senses and shouted to the mirror dumbfounded, and then
Then he shouted to the door, "No, Sea, we didn't quarrel, I think...my cousin, uh, he's not in a good mood today!"
"Oh, it's normal for boys to quarrel - by the way, did you boil water just now?" Sea's tone sounded eager, "How about I help you make tea, I think my skills are pretty good!"
Harry was startled and jumped out of bed.
"Leave that kettle alone, Sea, I'll do it, I'll do it!"
The Darjeeling I specially brought cannot be wasted on you like this! …
Today's potions classroom is still filled with mist and gray smoke. The aroma of herbs is mixed with the heat, and occasionally some pungent smell can be revealed - generally speaking, this means that someone's crucible is finished. Explosions, being so viscous that it cannot be stirred, or fainting after taking one sip are all common occurrences. As Professor Sape said sincerely decades later, "There are always some idiots in the classroom who try to make the potion themselves before making a good potion." Made into the medical wing."
And when Slughorn finally waved his wand, ding ding ding, the golden timing hourglass disappeared from the table, signaling to the students that the time was up, he paced towards his new favorite in the classroom with great interest. , I looked around and found that the other party's crucible contained a perfect pot of dyeing potion, and the workbench was also neat and tidy. This was very rare for this rare, time-limited solo operation. Without collaboration and limited time, many students who are accustomed to collaboration and ample time will make a mess on themselves and their workstations.
"You are making rapid progress, kid," he boasted with a glowing face. "Perfect, very perfect. It seems that you are very talented. It's just like a bottle of fine wine, it needs time to brew out its value."
Dr smiled stiffly at the legendary cunning dean who taught his father and godfather: "It's an honor to receive your appreciation, professor. I think this is all thanks to you."
"You must come to my banquet next time, Francis," Professor Slughorn rubbed his hands and said eagerly, "Oh, of course, Regl has been a frequent guest at our banquet for a long time. Since you have a good relationship, I think I will I would be happy to see a pair of good friends relax at my banquet and get to know other talented friends... Although I can't provide you with whiskey, I do have some very good black tea~"
Dr rolled his eyes mentally. He was not Harry. He came from the most orthodox pure-blood family with a prominent surname, so he could understand the old man's intention just from these words - he introduced talented students to each other and compiled an excellent The network of relationships, maybe some of the "threads" are not heavy enough, but talented people will always have a place in society. At that time, this network was huge, and this old man, this "good professor", You can get a lot of benefits from it. Who says that connections are not an important part of social and work life?
"We must go, Professor." Regl didn't wait for his roommate to speak, showed a polite smile and agreed, and Dr had to nod. It's not a big deal, just agree. Anyway, Slughorn is not Will search your soul.
"There are also some outstanding children who have been here a few times. Ah, you know, gather around, eat some good food, and drink some butterbeer," Slughorn pointed out some students present with a smile on his face. "I'm glad we can have one more person." As soon as he finished speaking, some eyes were cast towards this side, including those of consideration, envy, jealousy, curiosity...
Oh, if Harry is allowed to deal with people who are eager to climb up or are socially proficient, Dr. thought happily, within one day the talented students in this castle will discover that although Francis Bagshot is extremely talented, But he is dull and not like Slyer.
Fortunately, this is what Dr is good at. In other words, even though he has spent most of his more than ten years raising his arrogant chin to others, he can do it well as long as he is willing.
In comparison, it is very painful for those who are not good at it.
Regl glanced at him at this time and moved closer: "Francis, face."
"What?" Dr asked subconsciously in his own tone,
Then he was startled, quickly changed his attitude, and softened his tone, "I mean, what's wrong, Regl?"
"We all know that Professor Slughorn's party is boring," Regl's eyes were still focused on the potion, but his mouth was opening and closing constantly, and he whispered unobtrusively, "But don't show your unhappiness on your face. Come on, at the worst, just eat and relax, he will always have a more important person to talk to, but now your expression needs to be in place."
——My uncle is so fond of his new roommate that he has been with for less than half a year, ha, less than half a year, Merlin.
This question came to Dr's mind subconsciously, and an indescribable sour taste brewed in his heart. He couldn't tell whether he was a little jealous that Harry could always easily win the hearts of others with his simplicity and kindness, or he was more jealous that Regl was protecting Harry. You know, generally speaking, Dr should do this job. He meant , was inseparable from Harry, reminding him of some details intimately, and it was unclear whether he was giving up or indulging some of his "inappropriateness"...
Speaking of inappropriate and unhappy expressions...did I just have one? Dr almost wanted to touch his face or conjure a mirror to see if there were any flaws in his acting skills.
However, he was working as a substitute after all, so he quickly collected his emotions and answered casually to Regl: "No, I'm not worrying about the banquet. I think, since we all know what Professor Slughorn values, it's better than From us, I guess...well, senior students should attract his attention more?"
After all, they are people who are about to enter society, and their needs and future are tangible.
Regl was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect this roommate to answer so thoroughly, and then nodded in agreement: "That's right."
Slughorn just turned back to the podium at this moment and announced the end of get out of class. Dr stood up, bottled the work, packed up his notes and textbooks, and walked out alongside Regl.
While passing through the crowd in the corridor, he casually asked Regl about his plans for the afternoon, after all, they had no classes this afternoon.
Regl is a quiet guy, but he also has moments when he needs to be crazy.
"Quidditch practice," he said, "What about you?"
"Reading," Dr replied with a relaxed look, "I'm almost done with my thesis. I can read a few more extracurricular books this week."
Regl was not surprised, because this was also Harry's favorite excuse in the past: "You really like reading, Francis."
"Because I didn't read so many books when I was young," Dr. said as a supplement to his previous expression in Potions class, pretending to throw out this false information casually, "A book related to magic is very precious. Yes, and there are many very old books in the library, which is rare. I have missed this castle for two or three years, right?"
Hearing these words, Regl showed a little smile on his face, not contemptuous, not very pity, just a kind of light happiness.
This gave Dr a better understanding of Regl - this little uncle, apart from his suicide behavior that was even more Gryffor than Gryffor, apart from the reserve, caution and arrogance that a K should have, Regl was as simple and quiet as a Rave , compared to other people, he has shown much more kindness to the right people, such as friends he feels he can trust and can make deep friends.
And that arrogance doesn't seem to be very strong. For example, now, he doesn't despise "Frances" for his lack of reading due to his birth, nor is he overly sympathetic to "Francis"'s low family status revealed.
This may be because "Francis" has strong magic power and is proficient in magic spells, but a person from the K family will not admit others so easily, not even Sr. Look how annoying he is now!
"Hogar's library is indeed rich in books. If you are willing to try, you can also try Rave," Regl said. "They welcome people who love reading. If it is you, you should pass by the guy in front of their door who only asks questions. eagle."
"What a great idea," Dr. raised his eyebrows and smiled, "I'll try it over the weekend!"
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Then remember to tell me what Rave's lounge looks like," Regl said with some interest, "I really haven't seen it there." After all, he will never be short of books to read, and he doesn't need to "borrow" them. He wants to You can basically get whatever book you want.
"Of course that's no problem." Dr said stiffly.
——I'll have the damn Harry Rave Xaver back before the weekend! !
Just as he was rolling his eyes in his mind, an arm that smelled of heat and sweat hugged his neck. Dr's eyes widened and he suddenly stiffened. He also saw Regl's expression turn cold for a moment. When he came down, he instantly understood what happened. He snorted coldly, raised his head and slammed his head back. The person behind him let out a cry, took a few steps back, and then approached him with a smile.
Mr. K," Dr pulled out his wand and pointed it at him, saying coldly, "I don't like what you're doing!"
"I'm here to remind you - Regl, don't we have a collection of moldy books at home?" Sr was pointed at by the wand, not ashamed at all. After all, this was not the first day of his war with Bagshot. , rather than tense up and become hostile, it is more interesting to be intimate like this deliberately. If it doesn't work, it can be regarded as disgusting the other person. Thinking of this, he smiled brightly, "Why don't you invite him to our house during the holidays?"
As if he didn't see the two cold faces, Sr greeted them loudly: "How was Potions class, boys? Did old Slughorn praise you? Huh? I guess he must be particularly fond of you two. Right? Forget about him, you don’t have class in the afternoon, what are you going to do?”
Hearing the word "little guys", his two blood relatives turned blue at the same time, especially his biological brother, who didn't like this term at all.
"It's none of your business," Dr said with a sullen expression, "Get out of Mr. K's way."
"Don't be so cold," Sr said, "You and Jae have such a good relationship, and he even said that he would invite you as a guest during the holidays. If you have nothing to do in the afternoon, you can spend it with us. We have a lot of interesting ideas. .”
"It has nothing to do with you that I have a good relationship with Jae." Because he had been mentally prepared, Dr called Harry's father's name without any stumble, and it was very smooth. "It has nothing to do with Nat. All I can say is, help me. Thank you Jae, but my hobbies must be different from yours, thank you for the invitation."
Dr said calmly, but he was wary in his heart - if he hadn't been on duty, would Sr have been able to wrap his arms around Harry's neck so suddenly, and then continue to talk to Harry affectionately or get close to him? That little fool may be wary at first, but he will definitely relax his guard gradually!
Look, Sr's methods have been upgraded now. He will even provide helpful suggestions "considerately". For example, if Francis likes reading, he has a lot of books at home and is willing to lend them to this little brother; also, with Jae Spending the afternoon, another thing Harry couldn't refuse.
It sounds like there is no malice, and even goodwill. It is far different from Sr's attitude at the beginning. Now Sr's attitude can even be called "empathetic" - yuck. Dr retched in his heart and despised this statement.
This is not being considerate, this is digging a hole: a little at a time, a little at a time, the ground will sink without being noticeable, but in the end, if you don't give up, you will fall in. Each little bit may not seem like a big deal, but it is a small but urgent and indispensable part of the plan.
This is not the first day that Dr has met the people in the Xaver family. They are all people who are easy to reciprocate kindness as long as they give them kindness. Not to mention that to Harry, Dr is definitely not a stranger or a bad person!
Dr. was extremely grateful that he came to take over the shift. Not only that, but he also had the urge to cast a curse on Mr. Nian K and make him lie down for a year and a half. The most disturbing thing is that although Dr understands where Sr's suspicion of "Francis" comes from, he can't figure out the purpose of his "empathetic" plan. Is it his method to pester him every day? What answer does he want?
At this time, their group caused a wave of onlookers in the corridor - the flow of people was already high now.
During peak periods, most students returning to their dormitories and library after class and students preparing to go to the next classroom will pass by these corridors. Sk has always been a star among the students, and the most eye-catching one, he pesters his younger brother ( At least it seems more reasonable to outsiders) Such a scene is quite rare, and it has happened frequently recently, which can’t help but make the students’ gossips become more active. Even if the class is urgent and they want to go back to rest, they will raise their eyebrows. Ear, stopped and wanted to hear what was going on.
This makes Dr very irritated - the last thing "Frances" needs is too much attention. It is best for this character to disappear in the memory of this generation. The last thing he needs is to be in the limelight.
"Let's go this way," he said firmly to Regl, raising his chin. Regl understood, and the two of them walked around with a cold face, "Don't waste time."
Sr was about to block their way when he saw Bagshot glance at him. His wand shook, and his legs automatically tripped together, and the center of gravity of his upper body immediately dropped. If he hadn't been experienced and agile, I'm afraid that About to land on his face.
But he wasn't angry either. He patted his robe after undoing the spell for himself, and followed him regardless of the surprised looks of the people around him, but his brother and his future nephew had already walked quickly towards Slyer's lounge. In the past, the scrutinizing looks of the Slyers coming in and out of the area made Sr feel a familiar feeling of disgust, so he stopped.
"Don't go inside anymore!"
At this moment, several arms stretched out from behind him and stopped him, just like what he had done to Francis Bagshot just now, caught off guard and quickly.
"You've been harassing him for almost a week, and you're still saying useless things." Jae held the invisibility cloak with his other hand. Behind the lens was an upright face. "You're under arrest, Sr——-- Let's come over."
"We have something to talk about." Lp responded gently, and Wormtail snickered. The three of them grabbed one person and dragged Sr away, who was not very resistant.
The students around him sighed in disappointment - they thought they could see something more exciting. …
Dr. was so angry that he endured it until eleven o'clock in the evening. Harry quietly sneaked into the bed tent, and the two of them teleported back, and then they really started to lose their temper.
Harry was very considerate of his substitute. He had prepared fresh apple pie, croissants and fruit tea as snacks early. He also prepared infinite patience to listen to the Dr.'s grievances. He listened with an expression on his face for three hours, and never listened to the end with extremely patience. , nodded in a dignified manner, thinking that this must not be told to Sr of their time. These uncles and nephews were not reasonable people. If Sr heard these three hours of scolding, he would be furious and roll up his sleeves to beat his nephew.
"Actually, you shouldn't have cast that leg-trapping charm," Harry said with a shrug. "Your reaction was a little more extreme than mine, but I think that if you ignore him for a while, he might lose interest on his own. Sr is pretty cool. Persistent, but I heard from your mother that he is more persistent when it comes to things he is interested in, and you seem to be a little more flawless than me... Well, it makes Sr think that we are the typical Slyers, but we are better at pretending to be good people. , it’s actually quite boring, how about it?”
"And you still don't hide anything from your parents," Dr snorted, "I tried my best to avoid your mother."
"Hey, avoiding Lly?" Harry blinked, "Why?"
"You don't want to challenge a woman's sixth sense," Dr said seriously, "I never dare to underestimate that. Your sister can even tell the authenticity of things made by the copying spell, and there are countless others. Women can tell tiny differences in the redness of various lipsticks, not to mention your mother is a witch, I’m not sure she’ll see anything.”
"Does it matter?"
"Wizards' intuition is more accurate than that of Muggles," Dr said proudly, "You can even say -"
"——Wizard's intuition can also be regarded as a kind of magic. Because magic understands the world better than people, magic allows wizards to understand some rules more deeply. Even if they can't say something, they sometimes understand it without any teacher. Discover them, understand them." Harry memorized the rest of the words smoothly.
Come out, happy, "As soon as you mentioned the beginning, I remembered that I have read this book, "The Origin and Development of Magic", Chapter 4."
Dr nodded reluctantly and handed Harry a whole piece of apple pie to eat, which made him feel better.
"That's right," Harry said contentedly, "I've always felt that sweets can help improve people's mood."
"But it also brings fat." Dr reminded harshly, "I remember your aunt has always asked you to pay attention to your diet. She also doesn't want you to rely on weight loss potions. Once you have excess fat, she will make an extra training plan. Burn off your extra fat."
Harry's good mood disappeared immediately.
"I don't even know where my aunt is," he said distressedly, "Seriously, if my aunt comes back here safely right now, she can let me train for three days and three nights!"
"Your aunt is definitely safe," Dr. didn't worry too much about this. He had seen Rave train others and felt that Harry's Rave aunt was stronger than most men and could survive in a harsh environment. "Don't forget I know how strong she is and how flexible she is."
"Thank you for the compliment," Harry forced a smile, "I hope I'm just worrying in vain."
There was silence in the room, and finally Harry sighed and Dr changed the subject.
"My uncle may have had skin hunger syndrome when he was young," he said sarcastically. "When you come to be 'Francis' one day, you must stay away from him——"
"Why is it Sr again?" Harry followed the topic, a little dumbfounded, "What did he do to you?"
"Like this," Dr stood up and demonstrated it for him personally, "it suddenly appeared like this, and then——"
He stretched out his arm and hugged Harry's neck tightly. Harry subconsciously pushed him, and that arm and hand slid onto Harry's shoulder. It could be said that they were arm-in-arm, very intimate.
Harry stiffened subconsciously at this moment, and Dr moved his head to add insult to injury, saying in Harry's ear: "He just hooked up so suddenly, as if your relationship with him is so good-"
Dr reached out at this moment, turned Harry's stiff head, stared into his eyes, and questioned him in a way that was almost coaxing but extremely forceful.
"——Tell me, Harry, before I came here, was your relationship so good?"
Harry shook his head wildly out of an indescribable desire to survive.
"No, no, no," Harry denied quickly, "Every time we speak, it's when we have conflicts - our relationship is definitely not 'good'. "
This time it was Dr. who showed a satisfied smile.
"Then promise me," Dr said, "pay attention to your distance, stay away from him, don't let him hug you like this, understand?"
Harry: "...You know what you said really sounds weird, right?"
The room fell into silence for the second time. The two boys looked at each other and shivered together as if a cold wind was blowing.
And just when they were about to say something more, there was a loud bang on the door of Harry's room.
"Frances!" Sea's voice sounded outside, accompanied by a knock on the door, "Open the door, come out quickly, Francis! Francis! Francis!"
Harry was extremely puzzled - it was almost morning now, why was Sea banging on the door of his room when he didn't sleep all night?
"Sea?" He ran to open the door, "What--uh!!"
Before he could turn around, he was grabbed by a tall young man and covered his mouth - this man may have Sea's voice, but he is not Sea! !
Dr reacted quickly. When he saw Harry being caught, he immediately jumped up, picked up the metal fork at hand and smashed it.
"Metal!" he shouted.
The person who grabbed Harry's shoulders and covered his mouth slightly turned his head to avoid the attack.
He took the fork, but almost immediately, the metal fork turned into an extremely short sharp blade and stabbed hard at the hand that grabbed Harry's shoulder.
"!!"
The young man let out a miserable scream, and the voice gradually changed from Sea to his own. Harry took the opportunity to run away from him, and without wasting any time, he kicked the man to the ground with a sweep of his legs, watching him covering his head. His wrists were rolling there, and a smell of blood gradually filled the air.
"Be careful!" Dr. rushed to his side and shouted sternly, "He must have an accomplice, Harry!"
Harry nodded, staring at the man on the ground, but his attention spread, with a strong command.
"Wait—we don't mean any harm! I'm a mutant—"
The man rolling on the ground immediately raised his head and wanted to say something, but what he faced was the boy's green eyes that shimmered in the dark corridor through the light in the room. Those eyes seemed to have magic power. There was no sound for a while, and his companions who were ambushing at the corner of the corridor walked out like zombies. There were three of them. One of them could resist at first, but he only paused for a few seconds, and then he obeyed the boy's command. Order.
telepathy! The man immediately thought of what his leader said, and it was indeed true. This child can use telepathy! And he’s just a teenager, so he’s so handy!
Even if he is a mutant, this kid is the kind of genius they desperately need!
Although a few seconds seemed very long to someone who had been stabbed in the wrist, to Harry who was looking through his memory, it was just a blink of an eye. Viewing memories is not familiar to him, but it is not very technical. All you have to do is let other people's thoughts bloom like flowers in front of you, unfolding layer by layer, allowing you to flip through them like pages in a book. There would be no mistake in the sequence and key points, and the whole process would not even bring any feeling to the person being watched. Harry even considered learning Legilimency to see the difference. He said, apart from this infringement of personal privacy, in fact No feeling of discomfort at all.
After reading the part he wanted, Harry knocked the person unconscious decisively, chanted a spell to stop the bleeding wound, and then frowned and looked at the row of windows outside the door.
I don’t know when it started, but it started raining heavily outside the window and it was pitch black. When a bolt of lightning rumbled across the sky, he finally saw clearly that the rooms on the first floor were all lit up with lights and people moving around. It was obvious that this usually quiet house was now "lively".
"Let's go, Dr." He took Dr's hand, "This place has been...invaded. Let's go find dad now - go find Carle!"
"Who?" Dr asked.
Speaking of this, Dr was shocked to find that Harry showed an expression that was angry, helpless, and urgent. It's also a bit embarrassing.
"...It's Uncle Erk." He said, "He came here to ask for help - just yesterday, Ea disappeared."
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