They finally found Emma. Thankfully, it was proven from the moment she was found that she was at least alive.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief. Although he couldn't lift his head due to the weight of the helmet - he didn't understand how a person could live wearing this all day long - but as the mastermind stopped, Erik left with the helmet in a hurry, Harry It was immediately clear that Emma was, at least now, still breathing.
This statement is scary, but it is good news.
"-But it has nothing to do with you after this. Boys, just continue to sleep your precious sleep. We still have a meeting--you just want to catch up on the jet lag?"
Sean was ordered to push the two boys back to their room, claiming that 'adults always have more important things to discuss', to which Harry wrinkled his nose.
"Wait, I rescued you," Harry emphasized this point forcefully, holding his swollen head, "Don't think I know nothing, Sean."
"I know, I know," Sean quickly raised his hands to show his innocence, "I said it! I have never forgotten that you are more powerful than me, Francis," he spread his hands, "but, Charles doesn't think so, he I think Erik is capable of rescuing his subordinates, and we don’t even have to help them.”
Harry was shocked again. This is simply unimaginable what my father said.
"But... what if they fail?" Harry said, "I mean, they can capture the lady named Emma, and maybe they have some special weapons against us."
Emma is not someone who can be seen everywhere with ordinary abilities. In terms of physical abilities, she is difficult to destroy; in terms of mental abilities, she can control the mind. Therefore, Erik was both angry and shocked about Emma's disappearance, and even asked Charles for help at all costs - this was a terrible signal.
A great crisis for mutants may be coming, and ordinary humans may already have weapons in their hands that are lethal to them.
Harry wanted to say something more, but Draco tugged at his clothes from behind. He blinked and finally stopped arguing with Sean.
"Okay," he corrected, "then... good night."
"Good night," Sean couldn't help but patted his head, "Have a good rest - God, this night is not easy for you, right? Sleep a little longer, Francis, you must have been feeling terrible just now .”
"Actually... just for a moment," Harry couldn't help but say, "That helmet was very effective."
As soon as Sean heard about the helmet, the expression on his face became very subtle. It was obvious that he had huge opinions about Erik - as huge as a mountain - and he couldn't explain that move, let alone react to it. Give me a few compliments.
"Well, ah, haha, good night."
He smiled stiffly and exited the room. Before going out, he even closed the curtains for them and gently closed the door.
The two of them sat quietly on the bed, listening to Sean's footsteps gradually moving away. Then they looked at each other, and Harry took out his wand, cast a silencing charm, and locked the door.
"Do you want to talk?"
"What do you want to say?"
Harry and Draco asked almost at the same time, and then looked at each other in silence.
"I don't know." Harry was the first to answer. He said a little blankly, "I don't know what to evaluate."
As Harry said this, he took off his shoes and coat, curled up his legs, sat on the bed, wrapped his arms around him, rested his chin on his knees, and gradually changed his blond hair and eyes back. To be honest, after his whole body was no longer tense, he only wanted to do one thing, and that was to sit here for a few hours and be quiet for a while.
Draco looked at him with pity, but still felt that there was something magical about the whole thing. He took out the box containing the potion from his bag and held out a bottle: "Drink it."
"...Happiness potion?" Harry opened the cork and smelled it, then looked at the bottle, his face wrinkled, "I don't need it."
"You need it," Draco said decisively, "Drink it and we can talk about the problem. This is Professor Snape's improved version. The effect is reduced, but there are no side effects."
"You seem to have just been run over under the wheels of domestic violence," he said deliberately to exaggerate, to confirm his remarks, "like a crushed flower. I don't want to feel your concern for family disputes during the conversation. sad."
Harry looked at him speechlessly, then drank a little from the bottle and tasted it carefully.
"It tastes a bit like water with sugar and absinthe." He commented, and felt the potion slide down his throat and into his abdomen, a gentle and comfortable force soothing his whole body, like an experienced Feng Xue's heart felt as comfortable as being wrapped in a blanket and warming up by the fire in the room. His mood immediately improved, "Oh, I really feel a lot better."
Draco nodded with satisfaction: "I wanted to take it out just now. You were not in the right mood when they were doing domestic violence there -"
"Isn't this called domestic violence?" Even though he was extremely disappointed with Erik in this era, Harry still didn't want to say that this relationship was really over. What's more, Erik, well, Erik was a very complicated person to begin with. People, "this-"
"Oh, who knows, it doesn't look like love anyway," Draco gave a very cold comment, "If I only watch this for one night, I will persuade your father to divorce when I go back. This doesn't look very good. Like a good partner."
"..." Harry was silent for a few seconds, "It seems like it's not something we can decide." He said dejectedly, "I finally understand why Erik was unwilling to stay before."
"I understand," Draco said, "but it might be different for me."
"What?" Harry didn't understand what he meant for a moment.
Draco took the opportunity to get closer, stared into his eyes, and said word by word: "If I have someone I love deeply... and that person happens to not have a new partner yet," his eyes did not blink, " No matter what I have done to be sorry for him, I will never let that person go, and that person better be prepared to say 'yes'."
If Hermione were here, she would be keenly aware of it - the word he used was not 'she', but the person listening to this now was Harry, so Harry only felt a strange discomfort, as if someone was hammering him in the chest For a moment.
"Hmm..." Harry found himself wanting to imitate Peter and look at the ceiling. He felt that the atmosphere was inexplicably tense, "That sounds very domineering."
"We Slytherins are all like this," Draco said in a matter-of-fact tone, "We are snakes, we never let go of our favorite prey... We are proud, but once we fall in love and take action, we will not do it until death. give up."
"Then your future girlfriend is so pitiful," Harry almost stuttered as he stared at him, and he quickly joked, "That doesn't sound like you respect personal wishes at all."
"Of course I respect that person's personal wishes," Draco said slyly, "That person is free to choose not to accept it, and I am free to choose to pursue it as long as he is single."
"Thank you for adding the last part of the sentence to reflect your desire to respect other people's wishes." Harry had to cut off the topic. "Can we turn the topic back? We all know what happened to Erik and his father in the end. They want to kill them now. each other, but they ultimately love each other.”
Draco wisely stopped the topic: "Yes, after all, he still remembered to lend you the helmet."
When it came to the helmet, Harry couldn't help but get entangled again, so he had to shake his head and get rid of this episode temporarily.
"We may have to plan what to do next," he said.
"Yeah, we didn't come to the right time, but we still have a task to do." Draco complained. Damn Felton, it can be said that it is difficult to do tasks in this era.
"Oh, yes, the mission," Harry slapped his forehead and sighed in shock, "I almost forgot about it."
Draco rolled his eyes at this statement.
"It is conceivable," he said, "that you are immersed in your father's wonderful doting, and your vigilance is numbed by the peaceful life."
"There are two words in this sentence that I can't understand," Harry was confused, but equally amazingly, he somewhat understood what Draco meant, "...'wonderful' and 'doting'?"
"Okay, okay, stop making excuses. I know that you have always been his sweetheart. Maybe your other father has some sympathy for you because of this," Draco was almost jealous, Charles, No matter who Charles is, he is enough to be called loving and even doting on his son, and his father, oh, forget it, "putting aside everything else, if - if, your fathers If we can cooperate at this moment, we will get more information. Remember our damn mission that we can only go back to after completing it? As far as the information I know, the key word of this mission is 'Sentinel Project'. "
He found the documents from the bag he carried with him. One of them seemed to Harry to be illegible, but according to Draco, this was because the direct contractor was not Harry, and Draco had already begun to perform the contract personally.
"What is your impression of the 'Sentinel Project'?" Draco asked first. "Granger said that she had read through all the news of the relevant era, but could not find the word. But in my impression, in my uncle and my mother's In my impression, the word 'sentinel' rarely appears. It can't really be just soldiers who want to train for guard duty, I mean, the ordinary kind."
When Harry heard this, he thought deeply.
"Hermione's channels are very limited," Harry said slowly, staring at the pieces of parchment, and sorting out the information he knew in his head, "If this is a 'plan' that requires the involvement of the Department of Mysteries, then Maybe... this is a national secret that ordinary people cannot interfere with. It is a very important secret. Or, once this secret is leaked, it will cause serious social impact..."
He immediately thought of that terrible laboratory.
"Why did the Department of Mysteries ask me to go to the laboratory?" He thought about the relationship. "The laboratory must have something to do with the 'Sentinel Project'."
Draco placed a note on top of the papers. To this day, he can still clearly remember the feeling of that day when he saw this parchment - shocked? anger? absurd? Yes, there are both, but regret and fear are definitely the most terrifying. They flooded him like a tide, and he almost suffocated at that moment.
Draco thought at the time that he didn't know why this happened the way it did, but he knew whose fault it was - himself.
"After you disappeared from my room -" Draco said, shuddering, "it fell down. Because I was the one who made the contract. And I think this error caused you to be absent for quite a while. Do you know why you came to this damn place——"
He didn't say what he was thinking, but Harry quite understood his psychological shadow and reached out to hold his hand soothingly: "Draco, aren't we together now - to be honest, even if you came here in the first place , I will also find a way to get over, I will be worried to death, this situation is much better."
Harry thought about the period of time he spent with Grindelwald - silence, terrifying silence. But if he were in another position, Draco's disappearance would be more terrifying to him than loneliness. After all, Draco didn't say anything to him about this matter at the time.
And he had no doubt that Draco could be more annoying than him. Grindelwald might throw Draco out first. Well, that might not be a good situation.
The two of them looked at each other in silence for a while, then looked at the note again. From Harry's perspective, the time part is quite blurry.
——In 19XX, the Sentinel program must be terminated. Signed before the Department of Mysteries. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX.
"If the Department of Mysteries asked you to go to that place, and even gave you a key to the direct port," Draco forced himself to shake off those sentimental emotions, "then - that is to say, the 'Sentinel Project' is related to mutants, It’s related to that laboratory.”
"...Maybe it's not just mutants." Harry said, twitching his lips. Even though his education made him not 'Erik's group', the truth was always hard to accept. He told Draco what he had seen in detail. After reading it over, some parts were vaguely passed by, "What is the difference between mutants and wizards in the eyes of humans - I mean, in the eyes of Muggles? I don't think this is pure abuse. Experiments have always been What results do you want to obtain, especially... human... human experiments."
Draco understood what he meant, and his face began to turn white and blue. At this moment, he finally understood the significance of the existence of the Magical Nondisclosure Agreement - this part of the law is actually a two-way protection, which not only protects Muggles, but also protects their wizards in the Muggle world.
Both parties try to minimize contact and understanding, which is actually a way to reduce harm and conflicts.
As for Harry, just saying the word 'human experiment' made him feel like everything he had eaten was tumbling in his stomach, and the desire to vomit arose spontaneously. Even if someone told him now that wizards really eat human flesh, he felt that It's not that scary, or he doesn't know, it's more scary to treat others as your own food, or to treat them as complete tools. Harry is afraid of this behavior no matter what.
Charles had always told him about the beauty of human nature since he was a child, but now he discovered that the evil of human nature could turn into the most terrifying thing. No, that wasn't even malicious. Harry recalled those, those laboratory employees. When he exploded, his brain inevitably received some emotions, and his eyes could see what the expressions on their faces meant - in their opinion, human experiments It's a job, an experiment that's neither motivated by a desire to abuse, nor out of hatred, but out of curiosity, or simply to get a job done.
It's just that once a certain bottom line is crossed, life seems so humble and terrifying - the life of a mutant.
"You should really get some sleep."
At this time, Draco grabbed his shoulder and gave him the elixir without any explanation.
"No, no, no," Harry came to his senses, dumbfounded, "I can't rely on medicine to get through this."
"Don't make it sound like I'm going to sell you drugs!" Draco said with a straight face.
But then, he did put the joy potion away.
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"I think we might have to... go to that laboratory again." After sorting out all the information, Harry thought for a while, "We need to figure out what this plan is for."
"Or according to the arrangements of the Department of Mysteries, we can do whatever it wants us to do," Draco disagreed. "This is a task they gave us, and we don't need to do anything extra."
"But," Harry said, "With incomplete information, can we guarantee that the Department of Mysteries' arrangements will always be correct?"
He looked at the parchments that Draco took out and hesitated: "We can't just entrust our destiny to others - can we?"
Draco opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but in the end he found that he actually agreed with this statement.
"...I have brought a blessing elixir," he replied dryly and pointedly, "Produced by Professor Snape."
"And then we have this," Harry took out the time-turner from his pocket and stared at it thoughtfully, while the mood soothed by the continuous effect of the euphoria kept his brain running, " Or... we might not have to go with Erik, but we can still get the information we want."
"Do you mean what I think?!" Draco was shocked by his mobility. "You want to knock out his subordinates and steal the information he got? You don't even know where they are!"
"Oh," Harry said a little uncomfortably, "I know Erik fairly well, we can always find their stronghold."
"Do you understand?" Draco didn't believe this statement and mocked, "How dare you say that after today? And if he wasn't in a hurry, why did he come to force you and your father so late at night? I think he can't wait for the next one Rush to save people in seconds."
"Let's put it this way, I may not understand Erik's emotional world," Harry said, "But Emma was my teacher, remember? She took care of most of Erik's affairs and told me things that, how should I put it, I shouldn't Things that you need to know, such as what the old strongholds are, what conditions are required for the garrison, or how to buy and sell information with intelligence dealers, or... don't look at me like that, Draco, this is all because the twins don't like these things, and I think it would be good to learn something.”
After hesitating for a moment, he added: "Including critical moments, don't be soft when you need information, so before I knocked out Azazel, I asked his brain a little bit, just to prepare for emergencies. After all, the atmosphere at the time was too Nervous, I need to be prepared for extraordinary moments.”
"...You Ravenclaws are really good at learning." After a long silence, Draco commented dryly, "But is there anything else you want to figure out?"
Harry thought for a moment, maybe because he was in a calm mood, he quickly came up with the answer and nodded.
"Draco, do you think it would be better for me to use the eavesdropping charm or the retractable ears?"
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Charles sat on the largest chair and looked out the window in silence.
Erik's 'visit' took them all night. Although they put the children to bed first, even the adults were quite tired. When the sunlight outside the window illuminates the entire room, several people cannot appreciate the beauty of the early morning. Instead, they feel that their eyes are too tired to bear the light.
Hank stood up and closed the curtains.
"Go to sleep." Charles held his head and said tiredly, "There's nothing left to talk about."
"But Professor, Erik said, Raven—" Hank said hurriedly.
"Don't call me professor." Charles closed his eyes, as if he was resting his mind, "Hank, we are all - adults, adults, remember? Raven has her own choices." Speaking of choices, his expression Still uncontrollably twisted, "She chose the path she wanted to take."
But even at this moment, with such cold words, Charles' heart still felt broken when he thought of Raven. It's like nails driven into a fence. Even if the nails are hammered, there are still holes in the fence.
Raven. His sister, his family, the little girl he raised with his own hands, finally chose with great clarity to leave him at the worst time in his life.
That departure was not even a matter of interest. She left him just because the path she wanted to take was different from his, that's all. But for this reason, no amount of emotion could shake her determination.
"Teach—Charles," Hank felt guilty for mentioning this, and felt heartbroken about it, for Raven, for Charles, and for the relationship between the two of them. "You know, she loves you, no matter what time. There will be changes.”
Charles didn't answer for a moment. And after a while, Hank heard an answer that shocked him.
"I sometimes wonder what love does to people, Hank."
He just said it calmly, and used the remaining silence to answer Hank and Sean who didn't dare to speak. They had gathered together to discuss what to do, but so far, Charles still showed he was unwilling to intervene.
"He was so sad."
After exiting the room with Hank, Sean lamented sadly, "It's all because of that bastard Erik!"
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Harry silently put away his wand and slipped back into the room with Draco.
If 'silence' can be regarded as a commodity, silence within these few hours seems to be sold out. This is an extremely indescribable feeling. You know a lot and you want to talk, but in the end, you find that nothing is appropriate.
The two boys had no choice but to wash up and climb into bed holding pillows - Sean was right, they were indeed quite tired, especially Harry, who knocked down a whole team of people and was beaten by the 'Mastermind' again. The aftermath spread, both physically and mentally, as if someone had been run over.
They closed the curtains and lay on the same bed, feeling each other's body temperature and breathing. They both felt that this was the warmest they had been in a few hours.
"…if," Draco said after a while, "I mean, if."
"Say it," Harry said softly.
"If, in the future, you feel that our ideals are different, or even opposite," Draco said, taking a deep breath, "will you leave me?"
Harry closed his eyes, thought for a moment, and asked back.
"Then if," his voice was as light as a feather tickling his heart, "you think we have different opinions on one thing, will you break my heart and watch me suffer?"
Draco answered almost instantly: "No, never!"
Harry smiled, took his best friend's hand under the quilt, and squeezed it.
"Me neither, Draco," he said, "No way."
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Successfully scored on the 26th at the last moment! ! When it was posted, it was 59 points. If it wasn’t past midnight, I wouldn’t count the sunroof open!
I'm late, it's customary to give out red envelopes otz. I originally thought I had finished writing, but in the afternoon my college roommate called me and said, "Hey, why did your express delivery arrive at my place?" When I checked the order, I found that it was really wrong...
Because it was a very heavy thing, I couldn't ask her to store it for me, so I had to go out and get it... Then I would ask someone to pick it up, so I would have to treat them to a meal. Then I ran into a traffic jam and was so anxious that I hurriedly hurried back... Jinjiang's comment The system is being upgraded and I can't explain the situation. I'm really sorry...
I guess the next update will be on the 28th, but since I'm late every time, well, I can't say for sure.
I should have written it yesterday, but as a result, I made a pre-registration and filled it out for a long time. In the end, I found that the registration site could not be matched. I was so scared that I compared it. I studied for a long time what was going on, and then asked someone with experience. As a senior, I finally found out that Hubei Province does not allow past students to pre-register for otz.
Annoying QAQ
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