At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Harry and Draco were sitting on the bed in the room. They had both finished taking a shower, each holding a pillow, and having a unique nighttime conversation——
——There are various cards scattered around them, and one of them has a puzzled look on his face, while the other has a blank face.
"I really don't know what's going on," Harry finally waved his hand and put the card down. If he hadn't been empty-handed, he would have started chewing on the tip of the wand or pen. "What's going on with Logan." "
The cards in front of him were all written on them and placed in two rows.
'Project Sentinel (?)' has two, 'Charles' Leg-X' has two, 'Erik Attacks the President' has two, 'Raven Runs' has two. But at the same time, Sean, Emma and others only had one alive, Harry Xavier and Harry Potter each had one, and Draco Malfoy also only had one.
Harry thought for a while and divided the 'Sentinel Project' into 'Sentinel Project (√)' and 'Sentinel Project (x)'.
He then used the magic spell to transform four wooden signs, two of which simply wrote 'Struck', and two of them wrote 'The bastard of the bad team' - this word was what Logan said.
"Now we know," Harry took a piece of each and threw it aside, placing it next to the 'Sentinel Project (√)', "that these two people are still alive in Logan's memory, and they want to carry out the plan against mutants. It worked."
"You should be able to tell that they are not only successful, but also living arrogantly," Draco said with a hint of sarcasm. "They have the ability to judge whether others deserve to die. The last racist I heard of did this. But the mysterious man!”
Harry nodded.
"But on our side, the whereabouts of these two people are unknown," Harry put the other two pieces together with 'Sentinel Project (x)' and said thoughtfully, "Well... I think they may have been captured by Erik. Already?"
"Maybe," Draco twitched, "But I have to tell you something."
"What?" Harry blinked.
"Remember the guy we met in the office..." Draco curled his lips in disgust, "The guy who led a team of people to search and held a gun, like a soldier?"
Harry searched his memory and remembered - Draco was talking about the man with the vulture-like eyes. The man's face was ferocious, and his whole body exuded a smell of hatred and hostility, and he looked like he could be violent and hurtful at any time.
He still remembered that the group of people couldn't find anything in the office of Straker Industries, and finally left resolutely. Apparently they also knew that now was not a good time to confront the angry Erik.
"I remember," Harry crossed one leg and looked a little pale, "he gave me a very bad feeling."
"He's definitely dead cocked," Draco asserted expressionlessly, "I saw his head when he was at Hogwarts."
"…………"
Harry's expression went blank for a moment, "...I'm sorry, Draco, what did you say?"
"His head," Draco repeated in a long voice, "In Felton's office, I saw his head, soaked in... Sorry, what's the name of that potion you use to make it? Specimen?"
Harry imagined that scene and felt a little nauseous again.
"Formalin," he said dryly, "You've never told me about this before, Draco!"
"There are so many Felton secrets that I forgot to tell you. You can't ask me to remember them all - and, yes, soaked in formalin," Draco said, "And this thing is one of Felton's collections. One--I don't think he only killed one person. If he made up his mind, then he would definitely give this bastard and that--that man named Straker a consecutive package." In the end, he There was a little sarcasm in his tone.
This is something that is easy to infer - whoever dares to cause Harry's misfortune, Draco Malfoy will make him misfortune. If you think about it, even Draco himself wants to say Avatar to those Muggles forever. future trouble.
"...You mean, Professor Felton knew what Logan said - those things, and then he, he killed the key people?" Harry stuttered.
"Anyway, I saw that bastard's head." Draco seemed to have forgotten the shock and nausea he felt when he saw the head. He forced himself to show a calmness that was much better than Harry's and judged the situation, "He must be a key figure. , otherwise Felton wouldn’t have put his head away.”
Harry was silent.
"Maybe I can go back and look around and see if I can find a second head," Draco said, adding fuel to the fire.
Harry twitched the corners of his eyes and mouth, and changed the (?) on the two cards to (x).
"In other words, we can think so," Harry forced himself to ignore the 'killing' thing to judge the situation for the time being, "The history that Logan and Professor Felton know are consistent - to a certain extent. They both never come from the future. Going to the past, what Professor Felton did - this can be confirmed; before Logan could do anything, he found that a target had been lost. But before that, a lot of the information was the same, such as dad's legs, Erik and He parted ways, Aunt Raven..."
He tilted his head and thought for a while.
"Is it possible that we are in a parallel world - or are they from a parallel world?" He thought of the various movies he had watched, "Starting from a divergence point, the direction begins to turn into two different directions. We are on one side. , are they on the other side? And in our world, Professor Felton...killed the other party first." Speaking of killing, Harry still felt uncomfortable, "So we ushered in peace?"
This feeling is so weird. You live in this world, and suddenly one day you have to talk about its direction like a game. Harry thought.
"...Excuse me, I don't know what a 'parallel world' is," Draco said dryly, blushing again for his progress in physics, "You have to explain this to me first."
"Well...it's a long story. Let's start with time travel and the grandmother paradox. Speaking of which, did I take you to watch "Back to the Future"?"
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Harry had strange dreams all night.
After successfully confirming where he was, he climbed out of bed early, dressed and washed himself casually, doing so gently because he didn't want to wake up Draco, who shared the same bed with him.
Since coming to this era, he and Draco have always slept together, not only for safety, but also to take care of each other - this is not to say that this mansion is unsafe, but that this era is incomplete for them, and it has various meanings. Up.
There is an advantage to this approach. You don’t have to feel empty because you are in a strange era. Sleeping with friends is a good way to relieve psychological stress; but this approach also has disadvantages...
"……what time is it now?"
Just when he came out of the bathroom, Draco vaguely straightened up from the bed and groped for the bed. When he found that the bed was empty, he looked at Harry and tried to open his eyes.
"Eight o'clock," Harry replied quickly, "You can sleep a little longer."
"Then why are you getting up?" Draco wiped his face, forced himself to wake up, got out of bed, and complained, "You talked a lot yesterday until three o'clock, and now you can still get up, you guys Are all Ravenclaws like this - wait, what are you going to do without telling me?"
Harry didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Where am I going to go so early in the morning! I just want to make breakfast!"
"Then wake me up too." Draco said sleepily but decisively, "We'd better act together."
"Okay," Harry said, "The first question, do you want to use the bathroom?"
Draco's head shook a few times, then he nodded slowly.
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About half an hour later, Harry put on an apron and stood in the kitchen, began to look at the refrigerator, and started to make breakfast; Draco, he was still very sleepy, but he insisted on being 'present' at all times, so he casually used a stool in the dining room He changed into a high stool and sat aside, holding a book that Harry had opened and trying to read it. However, after ten minutes, he found that he couldn't understand it after reading one page.
So he had no choice but to keep a straight face and move his eyes from the book to Harry.
Although the mansion in Westchester has been in a state of chaos for a long time, since the residents here don't go out, the kitchen has all the functions and tools. Harry has tidied it up a little, and Hank has been diligent in shopping. By now, the place is already very good. It looked presentable: all the tools were cleaned, the pots and pans were neatly sorted, the refrigerator was well filled with ingredients, and even the blinds above the sink were not stained with dust. Harry opened them in one fell swoop. The sun peeked in from outside, adding a shallow light to everything in the kitchen.
Harry opened the refrigerator and took a look. He first took out the regular eggs and milk, and then skillfully took out some vegetables. After thinking about it, he took out a frozen turkey from the freezer and used a The temperature-regulating spell allowed it to defrost quickly—that is, from a stiff state to a slightly soft but firm state.
"Why would you buy a turkey at this time?" Draco yawned loudly on the side, his eyelids kept closing, he wondered and said critically, "And I don't like carrots."
"This is not breakfast, this is what I prepared for them for lunch or dinner," Harry replied while holding the turkey in his hands to see if there was anything that had not been taken care of, "We still have to go back to Bashi Got there."
"Yeah," Draco wanted to roll his eyes as he said this, "after all, we are under Dumbledore's surveillance."
"That word is 'look after' - um, and, would you like some scrambled eggs?" Harry looked at a few eggs, "I can add some sugar to them."
"Okay, but no bacon," Draco said. "It's too greasy."
"Okay." Harry said, "Do you want to eat shrimp cakes? I bought them near Godric Valley. They are very fresh. I brought some back before."
"Okay." Draco yawned again, remembering the time Harry made shrimp cakes for him, which were really delicious, "but there is no sauce here. It's sour, a little sweet but a little spicy - tell me why Are you so confused about your breakfast choices?”
"Maybe it's because I'm usually the one cooking, so I get to decide what I want to eat. Oh, and speaking of sauces, I tried making some substitutions before." Harry said in a good-natured way, "How about waffles?"
Draco nodded again, but said, "I can't tell whether you're making breakfast or lunch - it's too rich."
Harry ignored the remark as usual. If Draco didn't complain one day, he might have to send his friend for a head check-up.
He put the carrots in front of him, turned on the faucet, and began to wash the ingredients. Then he picked up the knife, pressed the ingredients on the chopping board, and started cutting them.
Boom boom.
Boom, boom, boom.
Boom, boom, boom.
Draco was sitting on a stool, like any teenager who hadn't woken up, with a flat mouth and a hunched back. His feet were on one edge of the stool leg, his head tilted to one side, and he used his hands to support it. . He listened to the only sound in the kitchen and watched Harry cooking, feeling that it was very much like when he was a child.
When he was very young, Narcissa was almost never away from him. She walked around with her son like a pendant on her skirt. Even when she went to the kitchen to make him a small dessert, she liked to hold him and put him on a comfortable bed. He would sit in the low chair in the clothes, and then hum a song to make complementary food or sweets for her baby. At that time, he looked at his mother's back, always full of expectations, because it meant that he would be able to eat sweets soon.
...and the time with his dear mother was indeed pleasant, because Narcissa never made a request to her son or put any expectations on her son.
She loves him wholeheartedly and only hopes that he will be happy anytime, anywhere, that everything will go as he wishes, and that he will grow up healthily.
Boom boom.
Boom, boom, boom.
Dong Dong Dong Dong
It's boring, it's noisy, it's just... normal. This would not be a scene that Draco had imagined before, nor would it be something he thought he would like. The elite education he received since childhood gave him many very lofty ideals and a worldview that was different from ordinary people, and Lucius He has always encouraged and cultivated this concept, and never gave up correcting his crooked worldview.
But, but...
It's too late. he thought boredly. He has become a different person.
Now Draco thought this scene was good. Harry got up from the bed with him, and they both went to the living room (no matter whose house it was or where it was), and then Harry asked him what he wanted to eat. He said, Harry said yes, put on his apron, and No need for magic, just start processing the ingredients and cooking with your own hands, while he waits aside, doing nothing, not chatting, just watching, and his heart feels calm.
He watched for a while, and when Harry started to add chicken juice to the cooked vegetables, he couldn't help but say:
"The sun is falling on your face," he said.
"Huh?" Harry raised his head, not understanding what this meant. The light illuminated his fake face until it turned white and even glowed with gold, and his gray-blue eyes almost seemed to be made of glass. If a famous painter were standing here, he would definitely pick up the drawing board and draw a famous painting of a beautiful boy and the kitchen.
But Draco didn't quite appreciate the face that looked like a work of art - he loved beautiful creations, but he was more willing to look at another face.
"Forget it," Draco said, suddenly trembling, "that face makes me angry - you look like a relative of mine now."
"We are relatives," Harry said with a wink as he took a bite of the cooked vegetables. "The gap is not even a few generations apart."
Even Draco didn't want to refute the kinship effect brought about by the chain marriage of major surnames. He just watched Harry in silence as he continued cooking without saying a word, as if he was watching a particularly interesting scene.
And when he realized that he had gained more peace in this morning and this scene than he had with his mother, the aroma of the food had already spread out——
“I smell breakfast!!!”
Sean ran downstairs like a madman, not even wearing the right pair of shoes, and his eyes were filled with hunger.
"What delicious food did you make again?!"
.........Correction. The tranquility was shattered.
"Stop Sean," Harry said helplessly, "I can't let him sneak in and eat, and I can't let him overturn my pot with a shout."
"no problem."
Draco turned the stool back with a ferocious expression, then took the chair and walked out.
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An owl flying very slowly landed on the windowsill, stretched its legs, waited for the owner to take down the letter, drank some water, and then flew away slowly like an old man.
Just a few seconds after the owl flew away, a marked owl flew over, threw the letter in in a well-trained manner, and then quickly flapped its wings and flew away.
James yawned and sat at the dining table, opening the letter and glancing at Sirius who was in high spirits. His friend was putting fried eggs into his mouth, and at the same time, he was staring at him with a thoughtful expression on his face - although countless girls found Sirius like this very attractive and thought that It was an expression of serious thought, but James knew it was the expression of 'something is running in that head'.
"Whose letter? That old owl that lost all its fur looks a bit familiar." Seeing James's eyes, Sirius grinned and asked.
James yawned again and scanned the letter paper, his expression gradually becoming happier, "Oh, Remus wrote to say that his father found a new job, so they can move to a better house. …His mother’s health has also improved…”
"Excellent," Sirius said, raising the glass and swirling the orange juice inside, "May Merlin bless their family to have a good life. So about the other letter, who wrote it to you? "
"Wait a minute, let me read Remus' letter," James waved his hand and breathed a sigh of relief after reading the last part, "Bless Merlin, Moony Face had a good holiday this holiday, and there were no accidents during the full moon."
After saying that, he opened another letter sent by the owl of the post office. The envelope of this letter is simple, the simplest pure white, and apart from the complicated patterns printed on the paint, it seems to be no different from the first letter.
The first time James saw the crest, he turned it toward him and pretended to be nonchalant, but Sirius still saw his action keenly.
"Who wrote you the letter?" He stared at his good friend with a half-smile, "Your little Francis? No, right? Prongs, you don't have to guard me like a love rival, do you?"
"My love rivals are not as scary as you," James said in an exaggerated manner, "After all, you just forced me to eat most of the chafer."
"Correction, this is called hospitality," Sirius raised his eyebrows and corrected the statement with some pride, "You didn't see his expression - at that moment, his face was completely blank, as if he didn't understand why. It’s the same as eating this bite.”
"And you take pleasure in this, you sinful man," James said, opening the letter, "Let's see what Francis wrote. I don't know if he is used to it. I heard that he went He went to his relative's house, you know, since his surname is Bathilda, he must live in Godric Valley."
"I heard from Regulus," Sirius played with the fork in his hand, "that she was an old lady who wrote a book of bricks to torture us."
James ignored him and unfolded the letter. Sirius stood up and took a look at it. He didn't see the content clearly, but he saw that the writing on the letter was smooth and standard, neat and gorgeous. It looked like it had been specially practiced.
"That sure sounds like a Slytherin word," he said.
"He was originally a Slytherin." James said, "To be fair, your own handwriting is the same."
"I didn't mean to attack him," Sirius said.
- None of them knew that Draco was actually responsible for writing this letter.
James read the letter for a while and found that it was very short. It basically said that he moved to Godric Valley and lived a fulfilling life. His great-great-grandmother was very kind and took good care of him. She could make delicious crucible cakes; He also visited the Black family - by the way, he mentioned Sirius teasing him about eating half of a chaff, where the transfer student from Germany had strong doubts about British food.
At the end of the letter, he expressed that he welcomed James to correspond with him, so he sent a letter first to let James know where to send the letter.
Seeing this, James smiled unconsciously.
Sirius rolled his eyes at him.
"Looks like he's doing well?" He gave himself another bite of beef and scrambled eggs, chewed a few times, and then spoke after swallowing, "otherwise you would definitely say, 'Oh, no, we need to set out immediately to save him. Water and fire.”
"No, I will drive you to another house first, and then invite him to play." James laughed and said, "My mother will definitely like him very much. She always says that we are too naughty."
"I have a better idea." Sirius snapped his fingers. "We could visit him in Godric's Hollow - with some snacks made by our great aunt, like any good neighbor would at his best."
"Neighbor, are you serious?" James looked miserable. "Do you call a place so far away a neighbor?"
"Yes, James, yes."
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My mother urged me to take a shower, and after the shower I would post the second update...
Thirdly, I don’t know if the coding will be completed. If the coding is incomplete, can we double the number of words tomorrow? Now I am in my hometown Wuhan and don’t dare to stay up late QAQ
