Harry had seen a lot of unhealthy hearts.
He grew up in an ordinary neighborhood. Charles did not lock him in a house. He encouraged Harry to run and jump more in the sun and play with the children in the same neighborhood. At the same time, he would take Harry with him whenever he was free. Have a picnic in the park, visit zoos, aquariums, etc. Even when he is sometimes invited to give lectures at universities or give lectures at universities in a certain academic field, he will bring his son with him whenever it is convenient.
Little Harry is an extremely sensible child, smart, well-behaved and very cute. The professors and researchers who are friends with Charles all like him very much. They all like to pinch his face, tease him to talk, or find reliable friends to help take care of him. Take him to visit the campus. At that time, Harry couldn't control his abilities very well, and he would often accidentally peek into other people's hearts.
——A carefree heart is actually extremely rare. Most people in the world struggle with issues within themselves.
This is like a progress bar that is bound to increase its sanity value. As long as intelligent creatures are still alive, even if they do not encounter sad things, they will accumulate pressure in various aspects bit by bit. This increase may not be very large, and sometimes it will fall back due to various things, but even if they are a princess or a prince, or an extremely rich person who can rank among the top 100 in the world, Harry can guarantee that they will The progress bar cannot be exactly zero.
This "spiritual pollution" can come from anywhere, as long as you are not sleeping unconsciously somewhere, it will always occur.
But there was no past experience that could help Harry describe his intuitive feelings about Riddle's "brain tour" in great detail. It was when he was dealing with the aftermath that he suddenly thought of this description.
"Of course we can tear a piece of paper in half - that's okay, even if it's a check," Harry said to the people behind the long table, "but the human brain is different. Such a strong connection with the brain When instinct and will fight against each other, the final result can only be this, gentlemen and ladies."
He shook the half-full piece of white paper held in each hand. They can still be called "that piece of paper", but the torn part is horribly and irregularly jagged, and there are still a few scattered debris on the ground.
"These marks of tearing, these losses caused by the tearing process," Harry held the paper in both hands, looked at it, and had no choice but to push it towards the floor with his mouth, "They do exist, and they are not It will disappear. And as far as I know," Harry pursed his lips before continuing, "Even in magic, there is a saying: "Sometimes, it is easier to destroy than to repair." We often encounter problems that are difficult to solve. It has no real "counter-curse", only other first aid measures. "
As a Raven, Harry could immediately write down dozens of such curses and rituals if needed, because he was always afraid that his friends and family would encounter irreversible spells and die without even understanding what they were. This kind of knowledge is always better to know than not to know.
"If you don't stop, you want to repair the target's... madness," Harry took a deep breath and said with a kind of reluctance rising from the bottom of his heart, "I'm afraid it will require extremely mysterious white magic and absolutely indispensable... Psychological counseling. Yes, but so far, I don’t know if there is such a white magic.”
As far as he knew, the wizard's law summarized many magics that touch the soul, or the brain, as "black magic." The most harmless one is probably forgetfulness, but if this spell is used too many times, it will still cause harm to the brain. Cause damage, Harry does not expect many scholars to make significant developments in this area. However, he was sure that the Department of Mysteries possessed magic in this area that was beyond the knowledge of ordinary wizards - after all, until he experienced it personally, some wizards said that time travel was impossible, and Harry had never heard of anyone's head growing. It has been torn apart by non-personal will for decades.
The people behind the long table did not make a "right" or "wrong" judgment on this passage.
"So," that chorus appeared again, and Harry really hated it when it tormented his hearing, "you
What is your opinion? Mr. Potter-Xavier? "
Harry thought that when he saw Riddle and Uledore at school, the former looked like a dark lord with a bad temper and hidden illnesses, but later, Riddle seemed like an amiable, generous and tolerant person. But according to Harry's experience, this does not mean that the condition has improved. It either means that the other party has a big conspiracy, or that the other party's condition has become more advanced.
Or worse. Harry thought. It's both.
"Lius Malfoy's memory can already prove his madness. He said he had a headache, and then his magic went crazy, and then he directly killed someone, or tortured them to death." Harry made the paper disappear and his hands hung in front of him again. , "Many servants have died because of his periodic seizures... I guess this may not be the result you want, right?"
His voice gradually weakened, but at the end of the sentence he suddenly forced it higher so that he could be heard by everyone.
"If possible, this is certainly not what we want." The chorus said without emotion, "But the continuation of the magic is necessary, and we cannot interfere too much."
Harry's lips moved, but in the end he said nothing. He lowered his head and looked at his hands quietly. He looked very well-behaved, but in fact his face had lost the last detail of his expression.
Therefore, compared with the safety of those servants or more related people, the success of the magic that can erase memories and is as stable as super glue is more important. Although it was not their intention to turn the target into a madman, they did not take action. Willingness to amend.
He understood what these people meant.
Harry was silent for a long time before he could steady his voice and continue speaking.
"With all due respect," Harry asked, pretending to be calm, "when you say 'interfering'... what exactly do you mean? I want to know, if I saw the inside of his brain and modified the details of his memory out of self-defense, is this called interference? What bottom line should we hold when taking action? "
This was a question he had always wanted to care about.
"You don't have to worry about this," said the voice behind the long table. "The contract won't allow you to make mistakes."
"Why?"
Harry asked back in a relaxed tone, as if he didn't care about the answer.
"If your behavior is judged as "interference,"" the witch responsible for collecting blood spoke this time, "you will know it yourself."
"Myself?" Harry asked.
"In order to ensure that there are no mistakes," the witch said, "the contract will ensure that the contractor will not cross the line. Its binding on you is absolute. Once the "interference" is really about to happen, the contractor will be warned; if he receives If someone insists on going his own way despite being warned, then he has violated the contract, and we will ensure that the person who does this will get the consequences he deserves. "
Harry easily understood what she meant and breathed a sigh of relief. It could be said that with this explanation, a tense part of his mind relaxed. Still, some remain wary.
Then, through these words, he remembered another detail - a detail from the memory fragment he saw.
"I understand," Harry said with a thoughtful expression, "That's why the daggers of the people you sent out couldn't penetrate the target's body."
"——Mr. Potter-Xavier, so you have found out who killed Nagini?"
The shadows behind the long table moved around, seemingly more surprised than Harry, and Harry took in all these reactions in his eyes.
"It's not an investigation," Harry said calmly, "I just saw some scenes in Riddle's memory. But, it's really strange," his expression fluctuated a little, as if he was really curious, "Why... that person I can’t stab it with a dagger, but I can invade the target’s brain?”
The figures behind the long table looked at each other quietly - Harry miraculously
Their hesitation can be seen in the movements of some parts of their heads.
"How much did you see, Mr. Potter-Xavier?" the chorus asked.
Harry lowered his head and thought for a moment.
"Three days." He said, "I saw that person's memories and thoughts within three days."
"Then we will give you a pensieve right away..." said the chorus.
"But it doesn't seem to be in the mission requirements." Harry suddenly raised his head, raised the corners of his mouth, and quickly pulled it down, "I don't seem to need to hand it in."
Those floating black figures all stopped behind the long table for an instant.
——This scene actually looks a bit funny.
Harry couldn't help but chuckle slightly.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he said sincerely, adjusting his expression to a gentle and harmless one, "Merlin knows what's wrong with me - my emotions are disordered along with my abilities."
"...So, what do you want to exchange it for?" The witch spoke up as a spokesperson again, seemingly because the figures found her voice soft and soothing, "Mr. Potter-Xavier? This is a This is a relatively important piece of information, and we are willing to exchange it for something you want."
"It's great that you are so considerate," Harry put on a happy expression, but the suspicion in his heart was deeper, "I really don't ask for much - these memories, if they can be exchanged so that we can go home immediately, alright."
The dark figures behind the long table shook their heads at this choice.
"The mission cannot be easily replaced," the unisex synthesized voice appeared again, "This is not something we can change with a nod."
Harry also guessed that it couldn't be that easy, but he didn't expect this to be the explanation given by the other party. He couldn't help biting the inside of his mouth, and then took a few deep breaths inconspicuously before continuing to speak: "-Huh. Is that so? But last time you told us that if you could steal the wand, or burn the wand, Paint and we can go home right away."
"That's right, Mr. Potter-Xavier," the synthesized voice said, "the mission is... very special. It is not entirely written by us, many tasks are closer to natural birth. Some tasks are more special and can be exchanged with each other, or However, the phenomenon of exchange is not completely controllable. Some tasks can be exchanged and replaced, while others cannot, and they are not transferred by our will."
"I see." Harry nodded, and then nodded again, his expression not looking very disappointed, "That's a shame, but I can understand it."
He didn't know if he was convincing himself or if he really accepted it.
"That--"
The boy threw his back onto the soft sofa again, touched his chin and said thoughtfully:
"——I want to know what that thing is called, ah, "a secret from many years ago." "He said sincerely, "I think it's time to get to know some mysterious person - if he is not my twin brother."
Maybe his hint was too obvious, or maybe the smile on his face didn't reach his eyes directly. The figures behind the long table looked at the child, and once again they all stopped, and the entire space became silent.
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"If you continue to stay here -" Erik paused, choosing his words carefully when the other party squinted coldly, "-move around. I have to suspect that you didn't call me here to discuss important matters. of."
"It's none of your business," Charles said irritably. He waved his hands without looking at Erik, but his eyebrows knitted together, "You can look through the information on your own."
Erik snorted at his restless state, picked up the information Charles collected from the table and read it. It contains not only detailed information about the people involved in the incident, but also some details that Charles annotated and added. And, some similarities are also outlined with markers to remind these
connections between clues.
At the beginning, Erik focused all his attention on the data files. He told himself that this was a friendly cooperation that must be maintained. As long as Charles was willing to help, they would be able to get twice the result with half the effort, but nothing else... important. And he himself doesn't seem to be important to Charles now. Erik noticed that he looked at the door from time to time, as if waiting for someone. Whenever footsteps approached, there would always be something different on Charles's face.
Charles now has someone he cares about more - it's easy for Erik to know that, but it's harder to admit it.
Erik tried hard to convince himself: nothing is more important than the crisis that they jointly drove and destroyed the tribe. He didn't need to care about other aspects of Charles.
But within ten minutes of this "persuasion", he couldn't help but stare at Charles again.
"Who do you want to bring in?" Erik pointed out bluntly, "I saw Sean and Hank. If you want to bring them in, I don't have a problem with it."
"No." Charles denied the choice he gave briefly and without emotion, and then silently steered the wheel back and forth across the room to roll the floor, as if this could relieve his anxiety.
Erik frowned: "No?" He then thought about it and remembered another person who had left a deep impression on him before.
"Where is the boy you were carrying with you?" he asked, pretending to be nonchalant.
He still remembered that boy. Slender, beautiful, obedient, and gifted, but these are not what impress Erik the most. What impressed him most was that the boy was so loyal to Charles, as if he would throw Erik, who was so much stronger than him, out of the window if Charles said a word.
Charles also loves this child very much, but Erik doesn't think there is anything strange about this. Charles always easily ignores the flaws of others and falls in love with them. Among them, the group he is easiest to fall in love with is children, and the least easy to love. It was Erik.
Sure enough, as soon as these words came out of his mouth, Charles's razor-sharp gaze was fixed on Erik. The look in his eyes was filled with vigilance, anger and subtle fear. Others might not be able to read it, but Erik knew at a glance that Charles had feelings for the child that were almost like a beast protecting its cubs.
"It's none of your business," Charles' voice was very low. "Don't pry about him. Don't have any plans for him - otherwise you know what I will do."
Erik nodded curtly and continued to look at the information with that cold expression. He didn't have much patience, so he quickly read the rest and planned to ask Charles to turn his attention back.
"I think--"
boom!
The door banged open. Erik turned around and saw the child who had been the subject of their conversation just now standing at the door, breathing heavily. His hair seemed to be wet with something, and strands of blond hair stuck to his forehead. His already pale cheeks were pale without a trace of blood, and even his eyes were not so bright.
Seeing the scene indoors, the child's face went blank, and then he suddenly twisted up and fell to his knees.
While Erik was still looking at it, the man sitting opposite him rushed towards the door. Erik almost remembered to stop his wheelchair when he was about to touch the child to prevent the boy from suffering anything. Special abilities are so painful. This strange behavior made Erik wary.
"What happened!" Charles ignored the parked wheelchair. In order to reach the boy, he threw himself up, his face full of anxiety. "Dear - dear - child, dear, do you remember what happened? Is that so--what do you think--"
Erik saw Charles's voice stop suddenly, hugged the boy in his arms, touched his forehead with his, and then his expression became more and more anxious.
"You have a fever," Erik heard Charles
Said, "Oh my God, this is a type B ability explosion symptom... medicine, I'm going to find medicine for you. Hank——Hank!! Hank!!"
If his legs were still intact, he could just hold the child and find medicine. Erik couldn't help but think so.
Because of this, he can no longer remain "irrelevant" about it.
Erik stood up, strode over, and reached out to help pick up the child. But as soon as he stretched out his hand, Charles held the child and turned around half a circle with his limited mobility.
"Don't touch him," Charles said hoarsely, his once kind and handsome face now extremely ferocious, "Don't touch a finger on him."
"I just want to help, Hank may not hear it." Erik endured the irritation that rushed towards him, "Can I still snatch him away right now?!"
"Of course you can," Charles wrapped the child's head and shoulders with a coat and mocked mercilessly, "Do you remember who Raven chose to go with in the first place?"
"That's her own choice!" Erik couldn't help but raise his voice, "And she's not working under me now!"
"Yes, yes," Charles said without fear, "but that doesn't change the fact that you took my sister away!"
Perhaps their voices were too scary. The boy in Charles's arms trembled, and then a window suddenly burst open.
"Francis!" Charles lowered his voice quickly.
The boy is actually not young anymore. Judging from his size, Erik thinks he is at least twelve years old. But he was like a three-year-old child at the moment, curled up in Charles's arms, his eyes closed, and his whole body holding him tightly, as if this could relieve all the pain.
"Dad..." Erik heard him mutter to himself, "Dad...Dad...Dad...I heard...I saw..."
--dad?
Erik frowned.
What made him feel like he was struck by lightning was that Charles patted the boy's shoulder without hesitation and kissed his ears, forehead, and face.
"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Charles said, gently placing his hand on the boy's temple, quietly using his own spirit to guide him, "It's okay, honey, it's okay. Daddy is here...relax, Relax, breathe in, breathe out...yes, that's it."
"——Why did he call you daddy?" Erik couldn't help but ask when he saw the boy's twitching body finally stabilized.
And Charles, who was still very gentle towards the boy, put on that fierce and cold look when he raised his head to reply to him.
"I told you, it has nothing to do with you." Charles said without mercy, "Hank—Hank!!!"
He called out to Hank again who didn't know where he was, as if Erik would hurt the child even if he went to get some medicine or called someone.
Erik could no longer hold back the anger in his chest. He took a deep breath, turned around, slammed the door and walked out.
"Hank!!" he yelled at the top of his voice from the corridor, "your paranoid boss needs you to get out of here right now!"
