Draco followed Harry cautiously, controlling the distance very subtly, that is to say, he would not get too close to any dangerous adults in front of him, and he would be able to see any reaction from Harry in time from behind.
Harry's face is originally an inconsistent face - not that this face looks wrong, but this face, this identity is quite inconsistent with Harry's own temperament, no matter how cold and hard his facial features are, It has sharp edges and corners, looks so ruthless, even like a terrorist...
Speaking of which, Harry misses the twins very much when he pinches his face. This face is somewhat similar to that of Erik who was walking in front. If his hair color and eye color were not very different, at first glance, it would be easy to think that this boy and Erik are related. blood relation. But even a face like this would still feel approachable—unless it was Draco's face.
But now, looking at that face again, Draco found that this sense of dissonance had been greatly reduced.
Harry's face was expressionless. His gray-blue eyes were now a little more alert and sharp, and his expression was no longer relaxed. He pursed his lips tightly, raised his chin unconsciously, and even his breathing was a little disordered, almost not even a little bit relaxed and happy. He couldn't squeeze out - you could tell he was in a terrible mood.
"They are all your men," Charles said calmly as they walked through the corridor and passed the group of knocked down mutants. "There are so many of them that they are causing a lot of trouble to my floor. Remember to take them out."
This is very different from the Charles in Draco's impression - it is really a big difference. Harry's father is a man who is very compassionate to all living beings, yes, compassionate to all living beings. Even if Draco can't understand this style, He also has to admit that Harry's father has a tolerance that is difficult for ordinary people to have. He regards everyone as a 'human being' like himself, whether they are wizards, mutants or Muggles, respecting and protecting everyone's due Rights, and now Harry's dad, he refers to the people Harry knocked unconscious as 'the things that are causing trouble on my floor'.
This era is really terrible. he thought warily.
Charles even said to Harry beforehand: "Francis, next time you encounter this kind of 'spring cleaning', remember not to throw it on the floor - otherwise what's the use of your cleaning."
Harry forced a smile at the non-joke, which didn't lighten his mood at all.
Draco wanted to pull Harry back to talk to him, but Harry followed Charles closely along the way, like a shadowy tail, and he didn't look any less relaxed than Charles who was about to be injected with the medicine; and Charles, this Harry's good father was not at all kind in this era. For some unknown reason, even if he was walking in front, Draco could still see that this man would turn his attention to the boy next to him from time to time, as if he was afraid that he was within one meter. It was as if he was being taken away by Erik within a few seconds——This left Draco no opportunity to stand out even if he just said a few words.
Some things are really strange. For example, at this point in time, Charles Xavier can be said to be alone in the family sense, without a child, and this decadent man does not seem to be eager to be a father. But when Harry was by his side, he was like a beloved child he had raised, a very beloved child. Although this man had a world-weary look, he gave the boy his remaining gentleness.
Draco frowned, not really understanding the idea of 'future family' in this plan.
"This is it."
When they arrived at Hank's laboratory, they found the medicine they had kept just in case. Hank hesitantly found the syringe, "It will strongly stimulate the nerves, and then..."
"I don't need to know this," Erik said, "If you're sure the potion is correct, start."
——Why can he say this? !
Harry took a deep breath and almost gritted his teeth to stop glaring at Erik.
"You bastard--"
Sean almost got angry and hit him, but Harry quickly hugged his waist: "Sean, calm down, you can't fight here - no, shut up, don't talk."
This is Hank's laboratory. Once Sean's ability is exposed, these fragile experimental utensils and medicines will suffer. Although Harry can secretly repair them as before, even in Potions class, Snape taught them that any change They are all changes. Unless necessary, no unnecessary spells can be cast on medicines, not even heating spells.
While Harry was convincing himself in his mind, he hugged Sean's waist tightly, but at the same time, he couldn't help but cast a look that was definitely not friendly to Erik.
Under the cover of the helmet, Harry couldn't see his entire expression clearly due to his height, but he was sure that he didn't find any emotion similar to intolerance, guilt or hesitation. A man is like a god made of steel, unmoved by anything placed in front of him, regardless of whether the person he is using is his former best friend, or someone he still loves.
He was a key figure, but Harry couldn't understand the current Erik.
Not long ago, this man could sincerely thank a child for his subordinates, and his attitude when talking to him was not condescending, but more equal than most people. But now he has completely become a pragmatist, and this pragmatism The victim chosen by the reporter is still the one that Harry can't stand the most; he is like a tax collector, no matter how many disasters the family has this year, he will take as much as he needs to collect, no matter how much it means to the family. Is it destruction or is it painless?
Draco could easily read Harry's expression - Harry might not admit it, but he looked clearly angry. For a moment, Harry's eyes pierced Erik, but the latter didn't feel any pain. He just glanced at the boy, who then calmed down and pushed Sean back to the end of the line with lowered eyes, separated from Erik.
Of course, he's not protecting Erik, he's protecting Sean. Who knows if Erik will beat Sean mercilessly to prevent him from getting in the way? Harry couldn't believe the pragmatist's patience.
After Hank prepared the potion and equipment, he leaned over and faced Charles.
"Have you...really thought it through, Charles?" Hank said hesitantly, "I mean - this."
"I couldn't have thought more clearly." Charles said calmly, "Come on, man."
The moment Hank raised his hand, Harry happened to be standing next to Charles, and almost immediately he tasted a fear he hadn't felt since he could remember -
——The fear that even though you know it might not be a big deal, you still want the person holding the syringe to stay away. He has never been afraid of medical treatment and injections since he was a child. He is a smart and obedient child who understands the meaning of "Injections are required when you are sick." But now for the first time, he clearly tasted this kind of fear.
It was as if ten thousand hands from hell were stretching out to hang his heart together, and Harry could even uncontrollably tremble slightly. He gritted his teeth, stared at the needle, and unconsciously held his breath.
"Are you dizzy?" Draco asked in a very low voice behind him, reaching out to hold his arm. Harry shook his head with a force that he felt was very strong, but was actually very slight, without even turning his eyes. , still looking at the syringe.
Draco squeezed his palm gently and found that his hands were covered in cold sweat caused by nervousness.
"It doesn't matter," Charles noticed the boy's trembling and stretched out a hand from behind the chair he was sitting on. He didn't ask anyone to hold it, but Harry couldn't help holding it, and Charles patted the boy in response. The back of his hand finally made Harry feel a little at ease...
But the fear still occupied his mind, and Charles said as if he was not the one who received the injection, "It's just a... process."
His attitude was quite calm. He didn't know whether it was because he expected such a day or something else, but this attitude made Harry feel very sad. His father is undoubtedly a person who understands reality very well and is a very sober person, but sober people are often in pain.
Harry had never imagined that his father would have such a moment, and he couldn't imagine how uncomfortable it was.
He couldn't help but quietly turned around and glanced at the door——
——At that time, when both his aunt and Erik left him, how would his father feel?
Within a few seconds, Charles's expression twisted, because the needle had penetrated into his blood vessel and the medicine began to take effect. It's hard to describe this feeling. It's like someone stuck a needle into your nerve, crushed it hard, and roughly stretched it... Charles fell down almost instantly, bent over and knelt on the floor, and Uncontrollably, he retched with nausea.
"Charles!" Harry shouted.
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——Charles!
Erik subconsciously called the name once in his mind.
When he watched Charles fall, he instinctively wanted to reach out to help him, but the moment happened too fast. The child next to Charles helped Charles faster than he did. After realizing that his teacher When he felt uncomfortable, he immediately changed his position so that Charles' body, which was weightless due to pain, could be supported, and Charles rested his head on his shoulders that didn't look too thick.
--This is good. Charles has people who can help him. He said to himself calmly and sarcastically. He won't want you to touch him or support him. You are now the person he hates the most. People must be self-aware.
Erik just put his raised foot back again. But in just a moment, his different expression gradually returned to the absolute calmness before.
This was a feeling he could detect - his tense features spread out like the branches and leaves of a plant due to shock or other unnecessary emotions, and his attention also shifted to Charles in an instant. This is an almost uncontrollable feeling. If you care about someone, you will care about him and care about him. Even if you hide all your emotions in the deepest part of your heart, everything is more important, and they will still remain. It will pop up and disturb your mood.
He hated feeling like this - feeling like he couldn't control himself.
Erik stood there without any expression, watching as Sean and Hank crowded around him, and even the boys brought by the boy crowded around him.
"What... what's going on!" Erik was so frightened that he almost couldn't breathe when he saw the boy. "Hank, Hank, come and see Charles!"
child. Erik couldn't help but comment on the boy's reaction in a condescending manner. This is just the reaction that should be had.
For the sake of the great cause, Erik has learned various knowledge, and has also tried to find the perfect way to treat Charles out of guilt, so he naturally has some knowledge in this regard. One drug can heal Charles' leg, while another can destroy the effect, and new drugs involving nerves will always bring a less than pleasant experience.
"——This is, this is a reaction that will definitely happen," Hank said, sweating profusely. While helping to lift Charles up, he spoke to the boy, worried that the boy was anxious, "Calm down, Francis, this is normal. , it's a brutal process - pain is just one of the feelings. Come help me, will you? I know you can help float things, help me move that table -"
Erik saw the boy nodding hastily and helped float the table blocking the road and move it away, but his expression could tell everyone that these words could not comfort him. And Erik could even feel that the anxious expression... was a little subtle.
When he realized this, he frowned.
Erik couldn't tell where this subtlety came from, but the boy's expression did make him feel...uncomfortable. He didn't let this uncomfortable feeling linger for too long, so he helped move a somewhat obstructive test table and watched as Hank laid Charles flat on the medical bed. Then the boy sat aside as a matter of course and tightened his grip. Charles's hand, as if it had some use.
His eyes continued to fall on Charles - this old friend was already sweating due to the medicine. He was curled up, his limbs were stiff due to pain and could not stretch freely. Even in bed, his stomach was rising The physiological nausea caused him to cough and vomit non-stop, vomiting out some filth. After he couldn't vomit anything out, he still retched as if he wanted to vomit out his entire stomach, and his whole face was twisted into an extremely ugly look. It was obvious from his painful appearance that this person who was already lacking in vitality was now almost squeezed out of all his remaining energy by this process.
When his sight touched those closed eyes, a needle suddenly but not suddenly pierced a small hole in Erik's heart like punishment. Very small, or rather, not big. But Erik knew that the hole was there.
He deserves it, but he doesn't think he's wrong either.
Just as he was thinking this, his sight was blocked again - the boy let out a low groan for no apparent reason, and another child - I heard he was his cousin - ran over, holding him up and blocking the way at the same time. caught Erik's gaze. Erik couldn't see his face, only a pale chin.
But at the same time, Charles' condition that was in crazy pain was getting better. He was no longer speechless in pain, or his limbs were stiff, and his expression became more relaxed. This made Hank stare nervously at the situation. He relaxed a little, and the boy wiped off his sweat diligently. The two of them stood by Charles' side, like... guards. Erik thought.
About ten minutes later, that is, after he stood there like a tree for ten minutes, he spoke.
"How long will it take for it to take effect?" He had to say words that might make people feel hard-hearted, because he really had no time to waste. "Every minute and every second, a bigger accident may happen."
As soon as these words came out, not only Sean, who was running around in a hurry but couldn't help, but even Hank's expression became even uglier.
——But Charles didn't have to suffer like this. Erik thought dryly.
In fact, a child may not be able to do what an adult can do. If the child had done the search in the first place, Charles would not have had to do it. Moreover, Erik could not deny that he did have a desire to borrow this child. It was meant to threaten Charles, even though there were some words that couldn't be said.
Surprisingly and seemingly not so much, Charles chose to protect the child, preferring to become a non-walker again rather than risk the possibility of the boy using the 'Mastermind'.
Again, this kind of dedication that might not even get anything in return. Erik thought at the time. There is also a doting greenhouse education.
But in the final analysis, at the beginning, between ability and legs, he believed that ability was far more important than legs. It was almost the greatest wealth and weapon of mutants, let alone a powerful person like Charles. Erik hoped that Charles could regain his ability. With his abilities, Charles would most likely not be able to survive in an era like this, and he knew in his heart that Charles would never accept his asylum. Such a result could be said to play into his own hands!
——But the fact that he is in so much pain now is actually all thanks to you! Another voice in his heart scolded him.
But I have never regretted it. Erik declared to the voice. Looking at the current situation, we know that his departure was not an accident, but inevitable. Human beings will drive the things they fear to a dead end. If all mutants treat humans as kindly as Charles, what awaits them may be worse than death. A tragic end.
And now it has reached a point where there is no need to delay - Emma's disappearance not only brings about Erik's worries about her personal safety, it is also a signal that cannot be ignored.
Erik never mind any means necessary, he is willing to do anything as long as it can achieve the ideal he insists on and create the future he pursues.
"Hank." He asked again as if he didn't see Hank's ugly expression, "How long will this process last?"
Hank's chest was rising and falling, and his face showed signs of gradually transforming into a blue beast. He was obviously very angry with Erik's attitude, but he couldn't bring any fear to Erik. They all knew the most powerful person in this room. Who is the person.
And at this moment, Charles didn't miss his words. Those blue eyes did not stay on his face after Kankan opened them. It was like a bird lightly flying over him, and then looking elsewhere. Erik couldn't see it from his face. Other emotions.
Another click. Another stabbing pain hit Erik's heart.
I don’t know when we became like this. He spoke to himself inwardly, commenting numbly. Maybe we should have calculated this from the beginning, because a purely hostile relationship will not make people like Charles feel painful, nor will it make Erik feel painful. Neither person will disturb their cognition because of their past friendship. With judgment, this might be a better way to go.
——But ideally speaking, my path must be correct!
Erik was so sure of it.
He cast his gaze towards Charles again, and even couldn't help but take a few steps in Charles' direction, hoping to see the other person's face clearly so that he could judge his inner thoughts more truly.
"Charles—" he called softly.
He stopped. He had to stop because he couldn't take another step.
Keng.
Just as he was about to take the next step, something sharply bounced him back.
A kind of... protection, like air. He made Erik feel like he would encounter invisible resistance as he moved forward. The further he moved forward, the stronger this resistance became.
"……do not come."
He heard a very small sound, like an inaudible sound. The voice was not loud, but a strong rejection could be heard.
Erik stared ahead. The blond boy held Charles's hanging hand tightly, his face pale. For some reason, he seemed to be in pain, and Erik could see the sweat on his forehead visibly reflected by the light.
He didn't even look at Erik, and focused entirely on Charles. His slender, boyish body was a little curled up, and he seemed to be subconsciously moving very close to Charles.
The boy seemed as if he had not spoken and did not even turn his head. But when Erik took another step forward, he immediately shouted loudly:
"do not come!"
He repeated, his attitude was not aggressive or full of anger, but Erik could detect a bit of panic in this calmness, or in other words, not calm enough, and he noticed that some of the instruments around the boy were shaking slightly, which made him Understand what's holding him back.
Mutants' abilities are always prone to bursting out when emotions are intense. The more powerful they are, the more dangerous they are. It is not easy to control them. This boy has always impressed Erik as being talented but calm enough, but now he can no longer control his emotions and strength.
Because the boy seemed to have no hostility and vigilance towards him at the beginning, but now he has all of it.
Hank on the side finally noticed something: "...Francis?"
Considering that this was not a difficult task, Erik glanced at the boy expressionlessly and stopped moving forward. But he couldn't help but look at the child. After just a few glances, he felt that subtle discomfort again, as if nails were scratching a blackboard - but he immediately ignored this feeling, and tried his best to express it in a kind way. Peaceful emotions stared at the boy.
However, within a few seconds, the black-haired boy next to him walked over with his chin raised, blocking his view with a vigilant expression... Erik saw the boy's hands swinging in his sleeves, as if he was pinching them. What weapons.
It doesn't matter. He is fearless.
But when the black-haired boy came closer, Erik saw the blond boy raise his head slightly, revealing half of his face. At that moment, he suddenly understood where the subtle discomfort came from——
——This face has very clear lines. Its facial features are more three-dimensional than those of ordinary Americans and British people. The cheekbones are slightly protruding, the lips are thin, and the eye color is very light... and more importantly, this face feels a little... Something like Erik would see in the mirror.
In other words - this child actually looks somewhat similar to him. But unlike him, the boy was completely different from him, so the completely different look from Erik, or the too weak expression, created a subtle discomfort in Erik's senses.
Erik looked at Charles again with a complicated expression - Charles seemed to have kept this child by his side, but was he aware of this?
…………
It took a while - although it was not short for Harry - before Charles calmed down from the pain, and Harry breathed a sigh of relief and slumped to the ground, his fingers trembling.
"...Wheelchair." Charles gasped with his eyes closed. The pain had disappeared - along with all the sensations in his lower body, and was accompanied by another feeling that needed to be calmed down. In an almost inaudible voice, he gritted his teeth and said, "Put the wheelchair——"
A brand new wheelchair quickly landed not far from them. Harry, who was guarding Charles, was so frightened that he straightened up and stood up again.
"I won't eat him." Erik said sarcastically.
Harry felt his temples jump a few times. He took a few deep breaths and felt a little dizzy because of the rapid breathing. Draco pulled him up; on the other hand, Hank picked up Charles and placed him in the wheelchair. ——This is also a skilled job for Hank.
"Now, we need a 'mastermind'." Erik immediately made a strong request.
Charles didn't argue with him. In fact, he didn't even look at him. He just motioned for Hank to push him away and stretched out his hand to let Harry come closer.
"Would you like to come with us and take a look?" His tone was calm, as if he was just making a statement, "It's not a secret that you can't know. If you want to take a look, come along."
"I do!" Harry said almost immediately, almost pleadingly, "Let me come with you."
He looked at his father almost without blinking. At this moment, no one could divert his gaze and attention. The worry that was so intense that it was almost feverish could be felt by the human body without any explanation.
Draco wanted to cough - Harry was acting far too eagerly. This is already the attitude of a son towards his father. Any child may be as worried and worshipful as Harry, but he will not have such an urgent low profile. If a sensitive person looks at it, this attitude may even look a little bit... suspicious.
According to Draco's own opinion, and what he learned from Harry, he would advise Harry to keep an appropriate distance, because the 'mastermind' is obviously a, how should I say, fairly confidential weapon, or tool, and Hank and others They all disagreed with Erik borrowing it. Obviously, if this thing fell into the hands of someone with evil intentions, it might have a very bad impact. If it was not necessary, Draco felt that there was no need for Harry to touch this matter.
But maybe this is the difference between the Xavier family and ordinary people - in this matter, Charles was the one who brought up the matter, and his attitude was very generous. He never questioned Harry or hinted at him. Keeping his distance, in this case, he didn't allow Harry to touch the mastermind just because of one thing, and that was Harry's health.
What's even more surprising is that before Erik's intimidation, this man was now willing to trade his own health for Harry's absolute safety.
This made Draco reluctantly think of his father at this time, and even more of his various teachings over the past ten years... If it was his father, if he didn't know that he was his biological son, his father It's absolutely impossible to be so generous - it has nothing to do with feelings, it's purely a matter of profit, and the Malfoy family will not do business at a loss.
Here, Draco once again felt that although there was no magic in this incident, there was still a wonderful relationship between Harry and his father, who was almost twenty years younger. It could even be said that this relationship was almost magical. wonderful.
——But Harry, who can read minds, and Xavier, who has always been good at understanding people's hearts, seems to take this kind of emotion for granted. Doesn't he feel there is anything wrong?
Draco's mood was extremely complicated.
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They walked down a road, passed through layers of protective measures that required iris verification, and then came to the huge space where the master brain was located - it was not so much that they picked up the master brain, but that they entered the master brain.
This was Draco's first time seeing such a level of high technology. He restrained his head, but his eyes couldn't help but glance at anything he didn't know, such as the magical door that could only be entered by scanning the iris—— Fortunately, he had studied biology and knew what an iris was.
Thinking of this, he felt a bit superior - if Weasley and Longbottom were here, they would probably just shout that 'Muggles can do magic'!
Although he should take over his father's job in the future, Harry has not been here much, because although Harry is not a curious child, he is too young. Before he was eleven years old, unlike many mutant students he knew, Although he had clearly awakened his abilities, he was still studying in a normal school. When he was eleven years old, he started to go to Hogwarts again, and he had little chance of contact with this place.
In addition to looking for students, Charles does not use this place easily, and when he uses it, this place is also a huge mental burden for mind readers like Harry and Jean - their abilities are sensitive and not very self-controlled, and it is very difficult for them to control their abilities. It's easy to pick up on the tremendous amount of information Charles endured.
This is a huge space, as empty as a theater. It is made up of blue squares and presents a completely spherical space. Everyone passes through a bridge that is neither wide nor narrow extending from the other end of the door. On the platform, it is like walking inside a globe.
"It's all part of the instrument," Charles introduced to Harry, "although the main operating part is just a little bit -" He pointed towards the end of the platform, and Harry could see the curved console sitting there. "It's like a computer, you know what I mean?"
Harry nodded and Draco approached him, "What does that mean?"
"The earliest computer mainframes were very large," Harry explained briefly to him in a low voice, "because the more precise the calculations, the more complex the structure was required, and then they evolved and became smaller and smaller."
Draco glanced at this place and then thought about the computer he would buy in the future: "...Then this 'master brain' must be more useful than any computer."
"Useful?" Sean, who has keen hearing and is eavesdropping, said, "Oh my god, this is not just 'useful' - you can use it to find anyone in the world! Even Talk to any of them, access their thoughts, and you can accomplish whatever you want even if you just sit here and don't move!"
"But only for powerful telepaths," Hank quickly added to avoid misleading the children, "Even if that person's mind is not strong enough, the user will hurt himself even if he uses it, which is not a very safe machine, we usually only use it... to find people."
At the end of his sentence, he stuttered a little and became cautious. His eyes drifted towards Charles in the wheelchair. Harry understood what this meant: the so-called finding people must mean 'looking for students'. This school also used to have more students, but The war took away all of this, as well as the purpose and happiness in life that Charles had finally re-established.
He imagined that scene and felt almost suffocated.
aunt. he thinks. Where was my aunt then and where is she now?
That feeling of loneliness must be... very hard to bear.
Harry couldn't help but relax his mental perception, leaned towards Charles, and peeked at him again - Charles didn't show any expression on his face at the moment, but his spirit 'tasted' like a deep, dark pool. People are floating upward in it, but they can't see even a little bit of light. There is no way out downwards, and they can only let themselves sink and float in it.
But Charles's expression was not troubled. He also sensed Harry's spirit at this time, and gently pushed it out with a stronger mental force, without looking into the boy's thoughts.
"...I'm sorry." Harry felt himself being pushed out and said a little disappointed, "I..."
"It's nothing," Charles knew very well that Harry was just letting out a little sense, and he patted the back of the boy's hand, "But that's not necessary - I'm fine."
Harry's heart dropped. And he noticed that along the way, Erik was as silent as death. Harry couldn't figure out his emotions because Erik always remembered to wear the helmet.
To be honest, if this conflict was not unnecessary now, Harry would have wanted to go against the education he had received for more than ten years, take off the helmet, and read Erik's heart at this time.
"Let me check." When he came to the console, Hank took the lead and began to skillfully turn on various switches and controls. At this moment, Harry also saw a helmet with many wires connected to it, "We haven't seen this for a long time. Use the mastermind."
"I believe you have always kept it well." Erik cast his gaze on the console. He seemed to be full of trust, but in fact his tone was full of threats and hints. He did not allow Hank to try to make any small moves, "I know you are The kind of cautious person.”
And I know you are a hard-hearted person. Hank said this in his heart. He looked up at Erik angrily, weighed the balance of power, and then resisted the urge to fight with Erik, continued to debug, and then gave way.
"Charles." Erik reminded calmly and stretched out his hand, "I think this is the time for you to help."
Following Erik's gesture, the metal wheelchair moved forward on its own. Harry almost immediately grabbed the handle of the wheelchair, unwilling to let Charles move forward in this way.
"No," he said forcefully, "I'll do it without bothering you."
"He's right," Charles said softly, but instead of looking at Erik, he smiled, "I won't bother you, Erik."
Erik glanced at them and released his grip on the wheelchair.
Harry pushed Charles forward, and Hank put the helmet-like thing on Charles' head. Charles stretched out his hand to adjust the angle of the thing on his head, and ordered: "I haven't stretched these muscles in a long time - take the children a little further, Sean. At least three meters. This thing is working. I'm afraid it will have a bad impact on Francis."
"I'm not afraid of that." Harry said immediately, but he realized that he answered too quickly and added, "Well, I mean, I'm not afraid of any bad influence, and what influence can standing here have?"
"Just to be safe, dear," Charles said gently but firmly, "I hope you can listen to me - I don't know how much this thing will affect you. Let me concentrate, okay?"
"Sean," Erik said immediately, "take them away—including you."
Sean twitched his lips: "I listen to Charles, not you." After saying that, he took Harry's arm and then pulled Draco's, "Come on, let's step back a little, so we can still see clearly - The professor has used this thing many times, don’t worry, besides, you still can’t rush through a distance of three meters?”
"Sean—" Hank drawled his voice warningly.
"No matter what I do, it's all wrong." Sean muttered, pulling the two boys tightly. Draco twitched the corner of his mouth and pulled out his arm: "Don't drag me, I won't be able to run fast, nor will I be able to The one who ran."
Only he can! Draco used his eyes to signal Sean to watch out for Harry, he was the impulsive one!
Harry gave Draco a warning look with an unhappy look, signaling him not to say anything unnecessary, and turned to look at his father's back with all his attention.
Hank adjusts everything, and Charles drives the 'mastermind'. They soon heard the rumbling sound of the instrument, and with Harry's sight, he could even see the pointer beating on the counter.
The entire blue space turned into dark red in an instant, and an unknown scene was projected on every part of the wall, flashing, as if it was taking them through some interstellar tunnel, and then stabilized in a boundless state. In the space, countless red and white light spots appeared in front of them, and Harry covered his ears almost instantly.
——He now feels that his ears can hear almost anyone's whispers from this moment on. This has always been a state he hates the most, and he has hated it ever since he awakened his ability.
And soon, the operation of this instrument affected all people who had not adapted: this kind of whisper could be heard by almost everyone, and this dim red space began to move in one direction like the earth. Red and white lights and shadows flashed across it, sometimes turning into figures, sometimes turning into scenery. Everything was like an earth cut in half, with good and bad contents pouring towards them one after another, noisy , chaotic, and with a strange sense of depression.
Draco was so dizzy by the spinning and abnormal scene that he even felt like vomiting, but he couldn't help but grab Harry's sleeve immediately.
"How are you!" he shouted in a murmur that was getting louder and louder, and was no longer a 'whisper', "-I will never allow you to use this machine-what's the situation!"
Harry hugged his arm and supported his shaking body, but it was far from Draco to speak.
Charles is right, and he is indeed a greater influence than others!
Draco looked at him like this. When he was stopped, he dragged him further: "Return! Go back!"
Harry couldn't move. Although he is still a few meters away from Charles, he still has his own problem, that is, he is sensitive to being keen.
Even if it is not him who uses this machine, even if he does not take the initiative to explore, he can use Charles as a transit station and receive those fragmented and large information ... Think about what the number of this is, on a planet, a planet Everyone with thought! And just a small part of the leak is enough to fill and oppress the spirit of Harry, which has almost a spiritual pain.
But for a few seconds, Harry became the crumbling one, Draco was terrible, and Sean picked him up: "What's wrong with this, what's going on -me -I will take him out!"
"No," Harry was uncomfortable, but insisted on the tunnel, "I - Charles-"
The previous Charles also noticed that he almost wanted to move the wheelchair to see it later, but at this moment he was immersed in this long -lost, the sea of huge thoughts -it was almost like a marsh, tearing him, and letting him stand hard. But this is not over, he wants to screen the useless information and find the person he is looking for.
Erik glanced at his expression and took a few steps back -to be precise, walking towards the boys.
And just when Harry and Sean were tug -of -war, even when he almost had to use his mind to stop Sean and hold him away, a heavy terrible thing fell on his head steadily, covering his Most of his heads covering half of his sight.
——But the other change that follows is that once this thing comes into contact with his head, the annoying, compressive, and breathless mental oppression disappear immediately. Harry's brain is almost in the brain almost in This moment became relaxed.
He opened his eyes in shock, almost dull for a few seconds before he shook his hand and touched the thing on his head: round, metal, and obvious. It wasolate the thinking of other people who made Harry uncomfortable.
... Oh, I know this thing. He later knew the helmet, looked at the man standing next to Charles, turned his head, and saw Sean's eyes, and the complex look of DRACO. Feeling immediately replaced all his emotions.
——This is Erik's helmet!
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I am addicted to studying, and I am sorry for the difficulty OTZ. In fact, I started writing on the 15th of this chapter.
I only feel a little bit of the end when I write this more than 10,000 words.
Say something without face, you know about the next morning on the 25th, set up a FLAG.
PS: I want to recommend refreshing drinks. I can't wait to pass 48 hours a day. Every time I go home, I sleep like a dog ...
Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or gave me the nutrient solution~
Thanks to the little angel who casts [Grenades]: Banyuan Jun, 1 CHU;
Thanks to the little angels who cast [Litto]: bamboo shoots, Nikura, Nangang, Banan Night 2, and one box of sugar;
Thanks to the little angel who irrigates [nutrient solution]:
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