Harry managed to finish his homework before the end of the second class in the morning. There were two philosophy classes left.
Harry stacked a pile of books on the table.
He hid behind the wall of books and flipped through all the textbooks on the desk.
Then he regretfully found that,
He might not have any pressure in literature, history, and philosophy.
But in mathematics, physics, and chemistry, he might only be a little stronger than Ron and the others. Marvel Academy and DC Academy both offered these courses.
But this was understandable.
Letting a group of children living in the "Flying Spell", "Flame Spell", and "Sound Like a Bell" to learn sound, light, heat, and electricity.
He was not afraid of confusing the children's brains. This made Harry think of another problem: we learn knowledge to understand and change the world correctly, then when the knowledge is contrary to the worldview we live in,
How to choose? For example, an interstellar traveler.
He might be willing to learn about the ecology and history of the earth, but he would definitely not come to learn the astronomy and physics of the earthlings.
Harry was engrossed in his thoughts.
Until Hermione almost knocked down the pile of books in front of him.
Only then did he vaguely hear someone calling his name.
"Potter? Harry Potter! "The lecturer on the podium saw Harry shrinking back and making small movements from the beginning.
But he just stared in his direction in a daze.
Wasn't he a little too arrogant?
"Ah... Ah ah, sorry, Fate... Teacher Nelson!" Harry almost shouted out the name "Doctor Fate", but fortunately, he swallowed it and put his hands behind his back to pretend that he was well-behaved.
Kent Nelson (also known as Doctor Fate) did not want to make things difficult for this student who had always been obedient.
After a slight warning,
Then he asked him a question.
Naturally, Harry answered the question smoothly.
Nelson let him go easily.
After class, Ron and the others immediately gathered around and asked Harry what he was thinking during class.
Harry had no choice but to reply, "Nothing. It's just that I haven't been in the classroom for a long time, so I was distracted for a moment."
Ron agreed wholeheartedly. "I can't walk around in class, I can't talk, and I can't read comics in secret. That's terrible!"
Hermione said bluntly, "Forgive me for being blunt, but no matter where the class is, no professor will allow you to read manga in the classroom!"
Before Drac could mock Ron, she heard someone shouting "Malfoy". She turned around and saw two boys she did not know.
"Malfoy, do you want to play basketball together at noon?" asked a tall blonde boy. He looked at Drac with a strange gaze.
Drac frowned slightly but didn't mind. She waved her hand and said, "No, I have an appointment with Weisles."
Ron had been wanting his friends to visit the orphanage since yesterday and see his miserable life. This noon was a good time.
"When did he become friends with Weisles …" Before the other boy could finish his sentence, he was pulled away by the blonde boy.
After Ron finished the invitation, Neville and Hermione said that they didn't care. Only Harry shrugged and said that he wanted to go back and take care of Snape, who had difficulty moving. Ron could only complain that Professor Snape could control Harry no matter where he was. Drac added faintly, "You can't say that. The dean hasn't eaten yet, right? "
Therefore, everyone except Harry packed up their things and planned to go to the elementary school to pick up the twins. Harry wanted to go out with them, but when he walked out of the classroom, he bumped into Nelson. It seemed that Nelson was looking for him.
After nodding slightly to the students, Nelson looked at Harry and asked gently, "Potter, are you free now?"
Harry recalled his schedule. Other than buying books for Snape and fixing the bicycle brakes, there was nothing important. He asked, "Teacher, what's the matter?"
"If you're not in a hurry to go home, come with me."
Seeing this, Ron and the others said goodbye to Harry one by one and left together. Harry looked at his watch and felt that it was still early, so he nodded and agreed. Nelson brought Harry to the office while chatting with him. His behavior and expression were very natural, but Harry was getting more and more confused.
At first, he thought that his behavior had exposed him, so Nelson wanted to question him. But along the way, Nelson only casually asked him about his academic stress and mood index. It was not until he walked into the office and saw another person sitting behind the desk that Harry realized what was going on.
"… Mr. Lancelot."
Erik Lancelot (AKA Magneto), who was flipping through a piece of homework in his hand, looked up and grinned at Harry, motioning him to sit down and talk.
Counselor, Magneto, Magneto, counselor … When Harry sat down, he felt like he was floating. Wasn't this like asking Hannibal to cook for him?
After Nelson also sat down, he looked at Harry kindly and said, "Student Potter, I received your homework this morning. I have to say, it's very concise and clear …"
Well, Harry still remembered the homework he finished in ten minutes. The title was: Please briefly describe the meaning of life as you understand it. And Harry's answer was indeed very, very simple: I think life is meaningless, there is no heaven, no hell, nothing can control my fate, there is no morality, there is no value, there is no logic, life is meaningless, death is meaningless, there is no meaning in looking for the meaning of life.
"… Very — a nihilistic view." Nelson looked at the homework again and then asked with some confusion, "Student Potter, may I ask why you hold this view?"
Harry wanted to kneel down to Nelson on the spot. Teacher, do you have to be so dutiful? This is obviously the nonsense of a chuunibyou, okay?
Unfortunately, except for Harry, no one could understand the meaning of "chuunibyou", so he could only answer honestly, "That … Because of time."
"…?" Nelson didn't get it for a moment and asked with an expression.
Harry spread out his hands and tried to explain, "Because … In our cognition, there is the concept of 'time', and time is used to measure death. If there is no death and no end, then the concept of time does not exist. But we can perceive time, so everything will go to death … or to nothingness. "Because death itself will also lose its meaning in time.
Nelson just looked at Harry in surprise. It was Ariel who spoke again.
The counselor, who was worried about his mental health, asked with a sarcastic smile, "So, according to your point of view, the rise and fall of the country are meaningless. What about love and hate? Pleasure and pain? The value of an individual's life? Is it also meaningless? "
"These …" Harry tilted his head. "These are the reasons why we live, not the meaning of life. Just like … I need love, I need happiness, I need to be recognized, but these may not be easy to get. If I can't get them, I'll still live like this. But once I get them, they can act as an anesthetic, making me forget the absurdity and loneliness of life … "
The sarcasm in Erik's eyes turned serious. He slowly concluded, "So, you still have to love …"
"Yes … So, you still have to love …" Harry's mouth twitched, revealing a faint smile.
At this time, there was a noise in the corridor. Erik immediately stood up, walked to the door and opened it. He smiled and said, "Charles, why are you here?"
Harry looked over and saw Charles Xavier standing in front of the door, smiling at Erik. "Didn't you say you were going to Senal for lunch? I waited for you for a long time, but you didn't come, so I came to see … Ah, hey, Kent, hey, Harry! "
Hearing his name, Harry stood up in a daze. "Hey, professor … No, Mr. Principal, do you know me?"
Charles blinked in confusion. "Why do people keep calling me professor? I mean, I was a professor for a while, but most people still think of me as a high school principal. " The young principal walked over and patted Harry's shoulder. "Yes, I know you, Harry Potter! How's Severus? "
Harry just remembered that he was Snape's adopted son, so it was reasonable for the principal to be concerned about his subordinate's personal life. He immediately replied, "Ah, Mr. Snape can't leave the wheelchair yet, but he's much more energetic."
Charles rubbed his chin and thought for a while. "I remember that Snape's family only has two of you, right? He lives in such a remote place … Won't it be too tiring for you to take care of him? Erik, what do you think? "He turned around and elbowed Erik.
The principal did not seem to have any intention of hiding his relationship with a school employee. Harry could not help but blush at his natural manner.
Erik, on the other hand, was not so concerned about his bad-tempered and scowling colleague. He just casually turned a coin and said, "Well, he's not married at his age."
"Maybe I should introduce someone to him?" Charles said. "But now's not the time. Or maybe Hank will be willing to help? No, Hank is also very busy, and Walter … "
"Let Pietro go. Pietro has been very free!" Erik suddenly interrupted.
Glancing at his old friend, Charles said deliberately, "Yes, Walter is also very busy. She has to leave some free time for her relationship."
Erik was going crazy. "Charles, can't you just fire that employee (Vision) with a strange name and style? While you're at it, fire that Lebo who gathers people to gamble! "
Harry raised a trembling hand in the storm. "Um … Principal, I can take care of Mr. Snape, and I'm afraid he doesn't like other people helping him."
Remembering Snape's temper, Charles smiled and rubbed Harry's head. "That's true. But you're still a child. How about this, we'll visit you in a few days and see if there's anything we can help with. "
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