This is not the first time that time travel has appeared in their lives.
In this situation with numerous criminal records, Harry felt that the appearance of another Logan was not impossible - but what Logan said, he couldn't react for a while.
What was even more confusing than this was that he had to talk to Logan and try to get out some information without revealing his true identity. This made his just-rested spirit feel tired again, but he still had to do it.
He tried to calm himself down and looked across the table again. Logan, who was sitting across from them, took a sip of wine and briefly talked about his origins. He was the type who didn't hide his purpose and origins from the beginning, unlike the Department of Mysteries.
"There's not much information I can give - there's a Sentinel robot being built in the future to deal with mutants... and I'm trying to change our damn, damn future with everyone's help. Okay. , it’s my turn to ask you, child—who are you? I won’t know you in the future.”
After saying that, he finished the glass of wine in his hand, frowned, and placed the glass heavily on the table in front of him, making a clanging sound: "Ahem - fill it up for me."
Although this man looked young, his expression was older and heavier than the one Harry had seen before. It was not difficult for Harry to hear a sense of being experienced in the world from his tone.
He didn't answer Logan's question directly, but just waved his hand, and the bottle flew up on its own. He poured a full glass of wine for Logan and let the man continue drinking.
I need more information. Harry thought. These few words are not enough to explain the discrepancy between them.
——Am I in a different world, or is Logan in a different world? Where does the road beyond this world lead to?
Draco sat and thought hard. He had a harder time understanding what Logan was saying, and he remembered the notes from the Department of Mysteries, which had the word 'Sentinel' on them. The note seemed to be a mission that was coming, and it asked him to 'terminate the Sentinel Project'.
"Excuse me," he asked dryly with a bad expression on his face, "Can I ask you a question - what is a sentry robot?"
Before he traveled to this damn age, he actually thought about asking Harry's fathers - but that note should also be part of the contract. He couldn't say this word to others, and he didn't even know that it was There was no way to ask what it was, and by the time he remembered to ask around in a roundabout way, his mental state was no longer able to support such work, and the word did not appear in the major events collected by Granger.
As for other directions - Felton left him a lot of money, but did not leave him any detailed information. Of course, this man also admitted that he did not know much about the history of mutants, because Felton officially started to go crazy. Years later, many details are missing.
"Oh," Logan sneered, "a robot that can imitate your genes. The abilities of mutants are brought by genes. They have mastered the secrets of genes, hunt them, imitate them, and finally capture them..." At this point , he seemed to think of something, and paused, "No matter how good a mutant is in disguise, he can't escape its capture - for ordinary people, being a mutant is no different from being a criminal."
'They hold the secret of genes'.
Harry couldn't help but think of...the materials and experimental subjects in the laboratory.
"…and this is legal?" Harry could not fail to hear the implication of Logan's words, and his tone couldn't help but reveal a hint of disbelief, "I mean, completely legal?"
"After the president died at the hands of mutants, it became legal." Logan's eyes were blank and his voice was hoarse, as if this was a past that he also found unbearable to look back on. "From then on, they realized that mutants wanted to It's too easy to kill an ordinary person."
After saying that, he closed his mouth and looked directly into Harry's green eyes to show that he was finished.
The cold expression on his face was very real, and Harry could tell it wasn't fake. He wanted to open his mouth to continue asking questions, but no words came out. This feeling was very familiar to him, as if an invisible hand was holding his throat. He wanted to speak, but he could only produce some modal words.
asphyxia. he thinks. He felt that suffocation again - entirely malicious - or not entirely malicious. Fear, defensiveness, disgust, I also know that such things cannot be created out of good intentions.
As expected, the images of the eight specimens - no, the eight corpses flashed through his consciousness, and even stayed there for a long time.
Harry thought at that time that people are mortal, but they must not die in that way; and now, Logan's words and the things he had seen proved that it was obvious that another group of people in the world thought that letting them die like this It is perfectly fine and perfectly reasonable to die. Mutants are foreign objects, freaks, and existences that must be eliminated. Once they can control the life and death of mutants, mutants will become experimental subjects and objects that can squeeze value.
He lowered his eyelids and did not say anything like 'I can't believe it', but remained silent.
To be honest, Harry felt this malice when he first saw the corpses of his compatriots in that laboratory; when he discovered that Sean was also in the laboratory, this malice turned sour again; and when he buried them one by one This malice is even more obvious when it comes to those "experimental subjects" that have been frozen for a long time but are still valuable.
Now, this malice was laid out in front of him once again - it told Harry what humans could do under the catalysis of this malice.
Harry lowered his head and clasped his hands together coldly.
"You - you," he said uneasily, "if you can, can you tell me where you are from?"
Logan gave him a confused look.
"The plan was for me to travel through fifty years, but I found that there was a time error of almost ten years." Logan said solemnly, "This is why I left here when you first met me. I need The 'thing' that was prevented has not really happened yet. It won't help if I stay here. It's better to find a way to go back early - but at that time, Charles refused to help me. He was still a decadent alcoholic." He didn't understand the meaning. He sneered, seeming to be amused and troubled by the appearance of his old friend.
Fifty years... no, about thirty-eight years or so. Harry pondered this moment for a long time.
It's fine. He tried to convince himself mentally. You come from a good era, a peaceful and open era. In terms of probability, even if this is possible, you still have time to make efforts for it.
Aren’t dad and the others always striving to eliminate racial prejudice? Didn't Dad make a difference in this matter?
As the son of Charles Xavier, this is not something you should be afraid of, nor is it the scariest thing you have ever seen. If this is really going to be the case in the future, there is still time to prepare, and this future is uncertain - so, You need to calm down, Harry, and you need to learn to think about what you can do.
Logan, who was sitting opposite them, saw that he was silent, but he changed his position and leaned on the back of the chair, looking at him: "Don't try to ask me for more information about the future - Charles doesn't allow me to reveal it. More."
Harry's heart skipped a beat, feeling like there was something he had overlooked, but that wasn't the issue he should focus on right now.
"So Charles knows your purpose." As if the previous silence didn't exist, Harry said quickly, and then asked quickly, "You said there was an error in the time, and you were thinking of a way to go back, so why are you still here? Looking for Charles? Because he can help you now?"
"——And, what I don't understand is," Draco looked at the wine glass in Logan's hand with disgust, "If you had arrived earlier, you could have done more, but you are drinking here now!"
"I'd like to," Logan said in an 'oh I'd rather have a good time' tone, "but it's not like killing the culprit will solve all the problems, kids. And when I feel like I'm doing I was prepared, and when I came to the door to implement the backup plan, I came up with nothing - something became different."
"What?" Draco asked inexplicably.
Harry also looked at Logan with confusion on his face. He thought for a moment and asked tentatively:
“You mean—did someone beat you to it?”
It missed the mark, that is to say, Logan came to the door with purpose, but could not find his target.
"The two most damned scum and bastards I know have been missing for a long time." Logan drank another glass of wine. His tone was not pleasant, but rather heavy. "The boss of Straker Industries is a dwarf. Charles said that you have seen - there is another one, a member of the special forces, you don't need to know the name - they were supposed to live until fifty years later, but now they are completely missing, especially the one in the special forces, all his subordinates died. It was the work of a ruthless person; and all the information related to the Sentinel Project has disappeared. I can’t rest assured until I find out whether it was taken away or destroyed.”
Harry and Draco looked at each other, both seeing surprise in each other's eyes.
"Since you mentioned Straker Industries," Harry asked tentatively, "Did they create the Sentinel robots?"
"Yes. But I promised Charles not to inform minors about the specific details." Logan swung his wine glass. "If your power is really needed, I think he will let you know."
Draco grinned secretly. At this moment, he really wanted to get the drunkard drunk and pry the information out of his mouth - even though it was very rude to do so.
"I have information here," Harry tried to hand over his information in an attempt to impress Logan. "That information was destroyed. The day Eri—Magneto came to the door."
Logan raised his eyebrows, looking at the two boys with different expressions again.
"And the person who destroyed the information killed them?"
"The man was still alive when we got the news," Harry said. "The answer we know is 'no'."
In a sense, it was just vagueness, and he wasn't lying - because it was the two of them he was talking about, and they really only destroyed the material.
"So it's not just one group of people?" Logan moved closer and asked in a low voice, "How can I trust your news?"
"You can choose to trust it or not." Harry blinked slowly, "I believe you have your own judgment, Logan, and I won't force you to believe it."
"Okay, give me another glass of wine," Logan slammed the table, "Since you are someone Charles trusts, then I also trust you - his students will never be bad."
Harry didn't use magic this time. He stood up, got a new bottle of wine, and poured him a glass of wine himself.
"The situation in the future must be very bad," Harry whispered after pouring Logan's wine, "-don't look at me like this, Logan, I'm not trying to trick you-traveling through time? I think this is almost the last thing that can be thought of. This is the most uncontrollable situation. If it was not forced, how could someone like Charles agree to such a plan."
He wasn't asking a rhetorical question, he was making a statement.
"You don't sound like a child." Logan took a sip of wine and frowned at his face. "Potter is not as talkative as you. He is quiet most of the time. So, you haven't answered me yet. Question. Are you Potter? If not, is your face fake?"
Thinking of the friendship between Logan and Charles - a friendship where anything could be said - Harry nodded and turned his face back to that of Frances.
"I can't say why I know this face." Harry said vaguely, and began to think about how to make up a suitable reason. If anything, he really shouldn't have changed his face just because of impulse. "But I'm certainly not the Potter you know."
Logan breathed a sigh of relief instead.
"Potter had better be where he should be," he said with a frown, "otherwise I won't trust Charles. I know wizards always have other methods, although many times only he can use them."
"You mean Charles in the future?" Harry breathed a sigh of relief when he thought that he was still with his father, although he was still confused as to why he was called 'Potter'. Could it be that his parents were still alive on the other side? "Charles is okay. ?"
For a moment, Harry could feel many emotions surging through the man in front of him.
"Still alive." The man holding the wine glass said concisely, "But I can't say about other aspects."
As soon as these words came out of his mouth, Harry's heart sank again.
"Can I ask a question - did you tell Charles this?" He said, "Those things in the future? Did you tell them in detail? Much more detailed than what you told me." As soon as this sentence came out, Harry felt like he had asked a stupid question.
If he didn't know everything, why would Charles forbid Logan from revealing more information?
"Of course." Logan stared at him, as if he was telling a joke, "You know what Charles looks like now," he took a sip of wine, and then continued with tangled features, "If I don't tell him, he will He didn't even want to move his butt and turn his head to see me."
Harry slumped down in his chair and sighed longly at the ceiling.
"How does this hinder you?" Logan asked in a bad tone.
"I just think this might not be a good time," he said. "I'd rather he be less troubled."
"Oh, that's what everyone thinks," Logan said, "but it's impossible, the way things are, boy, we don't have a choice and he doesn't have a choice."
Draco looked at the two people from the side with a miserable look on his face.
"I wish you had less worries," he rolled his eyes and said angrily, "but it seems your worries are never-ending, right?"
Harry gave him a wry smile.
…………
When Logan walked out of the mansion in the dark.
Logically speaking, he should have walked towards the gate at the fence, but he made a half circle and came under a window on the side. The curtains above were pulled open, revealing an indifferent man's face.
Logan had seen this face many times, but this was the first time he saw this version. Not only did he not feel that the other person was losing his temper, he was half-drunk, and he even took a few more glances with interest.
"It's rare to see you look like this, Charles, good professor."
"I told you not to get close to that kid," the man standing by the study window on the second floor said coldly, "it's best not to say a word to him."
Logan put on a nonchalant face.
"He was the one who approached me first - to be honest, God, you should be wary of this situation now," he warned with concern for his old friend, "I have never seen them, nor have I ever seen them. Having heard their names, they may not be mutants at all, but have other reasons for approaching you."
"And this is none of your business." Charles looked down at him coldly from behind the glass window on the second floor and said, "Logan, you don't know anything. You'd better watch your mouth and stop saying things you shouldn't say. .”
"Hey, I'm from the future, I know a lot!"
"No, you don't know that feeling. Don't tell him how difficult the future will be. He doesn't need to know that." After Charles finished speaking, he grabbed the edge of the curtain and warned for the last time, "Remember my words, don't come closer. he."
"Those who didn't know better thought he was your illegitimate son," Logan said, "Hey, he can't be real, right? I didn't know you had a child."
"You don't know what that feels like."
Charles looked at the artificial lake in the distance with an unpredictable look on his face and answered the question incomprehensibly.
After saying that, he closed the curtains and refused to talk to Logan anymore.
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I was in such a bad mood when I wrote this chapter that I almost updated it to the Miao Jiang Diary next door otz
In the last chapter, I saw someone saying why Harry didn't know that Cha Cha had guessed it. In fact, this kind of question is really mysterious. People who are in the game often don't see it clearly. No matter how smart they are, they can't look at it objectively. , we think it’s obvious from God’s perspective, but the person involved may not be able to see it clearly.
And he felt that he was already trying to restrain himself and spread his hands.
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