Although Charles didn't intend to expel Logan,
He still talked to the school bus driver. The reason wasn't about "breaking up a couple," as the students had guessed, but about Logan's daughter, Laura.
Speaking of the little girl,
Logan, who had a rough personality, had a gentle look in his eyes. "… I don't know how she came from Mexico, and she only speaks a little English.
I don't understand Spanish, and I don't know how to take care of children, so I wanted to send her to school.
After all, you are a professional in education … "
"Laura,
How old is she now? " Charles was always very caring towards children. Otherwise, he wouldn't have run to this small town to be a principal and adopted several children.
Logan took out a cigarette and found that the principal's office didn't have an ashtray.
Under Erik's glare, he stuffed the cigarette back into his pocket. "Eleven years old, there's no problem with understanding.
Just a language barrier. "
"Speaking of languages, many teachers in the school know Spanish … Is Natasha the head teacher of Grade Five Class C in elementary school?" After getting an affirmative answer, Charles decided, "Logan, Natasha is the head teacher of Grade Five Class C?
"Logan, bring Laura here in the afternoon or tomorrow to familiarize her with the school environment."
Logan nodded.
He heard Charles say, "Language and learning are secondary. I think for Laura now, it's just a matter of time.
For Laura, the most important thing is to make some interesting friends. "
Logan didn't say anything.
But he still agreed with Charles' point of view.
So he brought Laura over in the afternoon. Harry and the others had already heard the news from the twins (they were in Natasha's class), so they all laid down in the corridor to see "Wolverine's Daughter."
Similar, really similar, really similar to Logan. This was Harry's first impression of Laura.
It wasn't that an 11-year-old girl could grow up to look like Logan, but Laura's stubborn and unyielding expression was exactly the same as Logan's. Moreover, although the girl's facial features were more delicate, if one looked closely, they could still see Logan's shadow in her eyebrows, eyes, mouth, and nose, only more delicate.
Natasha didn't have any classes in the afternoon, so she put down her work and came over to see the little girl. She could see that Laura and Logan were related by blood. Unfortunately, she saw Scott as her nephew and didn't have a good impression of Logan, the big bad wolf who wanted to steal cabbages. She bent down and said to Laura, "You're called Laura, right?"
Laura kept a straight face as she stared at Natasha through her sunglasses. Suddenly, she opened her mouth and spat out a string of Spanish.
Logan frowned. He didn't understand Spanish, and he didn't know if his daughter's words would anger this strong-looking woman. He wasn't afraid of Natasha, but he was afraid that Laura would be wronged by Natasha in the future.
Natasha seemed to be aware of Logan's thoughts. She glanced at him slightly, then smiled and said a few words to Laura in Spanish. Logan was surprised to see a brief smile on Laura's small face, and it was directed at Natasha.
Gently patting Laura's shoulder, Natasha straightened up and looked at Logan with a smile that wasn't a smile. "She's praising my leather jacket. She's really a cute little girl."
Logan just shrugged, while Natasha carefully looked at the father and daughter.
At a glance, it was clear that they were a single-parent family. The daughter's shoulder-length hair was draped over her shoulders, and she wore the same type of denim jacket as her father, with a thick gray sweater underneath. If she were to wear the sweater hat, from the back, she might be mistaken for a boy. Natasha didn't intend to evaluate Logan's standard as a father, but a grown man wouldn't be so attentive to his child.
"Class isn't over yet, so there aren't many people in the school. Do you want to take a stroll around the campus with me?" Natasha asked in English.
Laura tilted her head, and after understanding Natasha's meaning, she asked back in Spanish. Of course, Logan didn't understand, but he seemed to have heard three very sensitive syllables: Scott?
"Is she talking about Scott?" Logan hurriedly asked when he saw Natasha laugh.
However, the female teacher didn't pay attention to him. Instead, she intimately responded to Laura in Spanish, and then the little girl ran to her side. The two walked out of the office together, leaving Logan hopping in place before he hurriedly chased after them.
Logan didn't specifically understand Charles Xavier's resume. He only knew that he used to be a professor in Oxford, but for some unknown reason, he ran to this strange town to run a school. He ran it quite well, and the composition of the school's teaching staff was quite complicated (such as his old friend Jeremy Gambler Lebo), but their standards were all first-class. As for why these outstanding teachers ran to this town to teach, in addition to Charles's personal charm, it was probably due to his high salary.
Principal Xavier's wealth was well known. His family's manor and his many children were all evidence. In addition, many townspeople had witnessed Principal Xavier and his old friends personally visiting the students' families to investigate their situation. As long as they met the requirements, they would be able to reduce their tuition and miscellaneous fees, and even provide a certain amount of subsidies for their studies. In the legends, there was also a mysterious charity organization called "X," which would always quietly appear when you were in a desperate situation and provide you with a meal, a sum of money, or a safe house.
Logan didn't completely believe the rumors in town, but he still recognized that Charles Xavier was a rare good man. It was just that his taste in choosing a partner was a bit lacking.
Green High School and its elementary school were actually built together, and even the school gates weren't separated. The three teaching buildings were built in a dignified and classical manner, forming a concave shape around the school's artificial lake and fountain. The style of the gymnasium, library, and office building was more modern, and in contrast to the three teaching buildings, they were pieced together to form a complete "Hui" character. However, the green design of the school's courtyard diluted the rigidity of the building's design, making the whole campus feel more like a private manor.
Natasha led Laura through the wide courtyard, while introducing her to the places where the daily classes were and where the children's daily games were. These introductions were all in English. Since Laura was going to solve the language problem, Natasha intended to deliberately train the girl.
Laura's attitude on this issue was good. She carefully listened to Natasha's words. When she didn't hear or understand something, she looked up at the female teacher, and Natasha would repeat it or explain it in simpler terms.
Logan leisurely followed behind the two as they walked around the campus. He was very pleased that his daughter was able to smoothly integrate into the school until he suddenly heard Natasha say, "… That's our high school's teaching building. Look at the sixth window from the left to the right on the third floor. Yes, Scott Summers teaches in that classroom."
W — hat? Logan stared at Natasha.
Natasha was fearless, while Laura carefully counted the windows. It seemed that she had memorized Scott's daily haunts.
Without waiting for Logan to question her, they had already walked to the entrance of the elementary school, and the bell rang at the right time. Natasha reached out and patted Laura's back, telling her not to be nervous. Then Logan saw a large number of naughty children suddenly swarming out of the corridors on each floor. Even the middle school and high school were full of onlookers.
Laura couldn't help but feel nervous. She subconsciously moved closer to Logan.
Natasha looked up at the corridor on the second floor and found her target in the row of heads. She then winked. After a while, several girls ran down and ran in front of Natasha and the others, smiling at Logan and Laura.
"These are my students, and they will also be your classmates." Natasha explained to Laura, then looked at the girls and said, "This is Laura. You are not allowed to bully her."
Logan couldn't help but laugh. He felt that Natasha didn't understand him and his daughter. He didn't think that Laura would be bullied by a few elementary school students.
It could only be said that Logan didn't understand these "elementary school students."
"Hey, Laura —"
"You look —"
"You're so cute ~"
The two little girls who looked exactly the same held hands and made faces at Laura. Their attitudes were naturally brimming with enthusiasm. Laura was amused by the exaggerated tacit understanding between the two, but she couldn't help but reveal a trace of a smile.
"I'm Judy ~"
"I'm Fran ~"
"This person over here is our friend …"
"Miss Melanie Strange ~"
The girl standing behind the twins was petite and had slightly curly black hair. Her skin was white and her face was like a doll's. She was wrapped in a cumbersome black dress, but her expression wasn't dignified. She rolled her eyes, then looked at Laura and pursed her lips. "Just call me Melanie."
Laura nodded. The two girls looked at each other for a moment, and suddenly felt a sense of mutual appreciation.
Thus, the twins could only hug each other, feeling wronged. They tearfully complained that only the newcomers could laugh, but not the old.
Logan watched the show with relish. He asked Natasha, "Are all the students in your school like this?" That Scott was really out of the mud without being stained.
Natasha: "Haha."
In the blink of an eye, a group of brats from the middle school gathered around. Among them was a boy with black hair. The more Logan looked at him, the more familiar he became. However, the group of children was still normal. They just asked Natasha about the situation, then greeted Laura in a friendly manner and dispersed. They didn't do anything that made Laura nervous.
Logan listened to the children's chatter while looking at the high school. Hmm, it seems that I don't see Scott?
The next day, Laura officially appeared in class. Although she was a bit of a maverick because of the language problem, the small group led by the twins intentionally or unintentionally blocked the provocation of some elementary school students for her. Also, Natasha had specially arranged for Laura to sit next to her, who had a similar temperament to her. Thus, Laura's school life began smoothly.
In addition, Charles's batch of school buses was officially in operation. Harry was happy that he didn't have to rush in the morning. On the school bus every day, he could hear a lot of gossip about the town, which was very good for him to understand the current situation.
Hermione was also on the bus with him. The two often sat together in the last row of the school bus, exchanging information while copying homework. Harry was the only one copying homework.
"Seriously, Harry, are you really not going to consider doing some homework yourself?" Hermione asked as she flipped through Harry's notebook.
Harry pulled out a piece of paper and shook it. "I wrote the literature appreciation homework myself."
Hermione was helpless. She no longer bothered about the matter and turned to look at the map that Harry had clipped to his notebook.
This map was what Harry called the "complete version." All the people in the "original world" that he had investigated were marked on it, and they were divided into different categories with different colors. For example, green was "to get in touch," yellow was "to observe," and red was "to contact."
The proportion of green on the map was very small, and most of the people were under observation. Hermione focused on the few people who "needed to contact." "Why do you want to contact Deadpool?" Hermione didn't know much about Deadpool, but she had a deep impression of him. During the farce at Marvel Academy, she had seen Deadpool's face full of scars up close.
"His ability, Hermione. In addition to his super self-healing ability, he can also cross dimensions and cross parallel universes. If we need to get in touch with the original world, he is likely to be a key player."
Hermione nodded and continued to look at the map. Then she found a relatively unfamiliar name. "Damian? Who is this? "What surprised Hermione even more was his address." He lives in the orphanage? "
This was also an unexpected discovery by Harry during his third search. He lowered his voice and said, "His current identity is a four-year-old orphan who was abandoned at the gate of the orphanage when he was young. But … the Damian I know is called Damian Wayne. He is Bruce Wayne's biological son and the fifth generation of Robin."
Hermione knew who Bruce Wayne was and suddenly showed a surprised expression. "Then why do you want to contact him?"
"Batman. My purpose is Batman." Harry tapped his forehead with the tip of his pen. "Min, Batman became the consultant of the Justice League with his physical body, not just because of his wealth. Before he became the Dark Knight, he also had the title of the world's best detective."
Hermione understood. "You want to arouse his suspicion."
This was really an exciting plan. Harry didn't intend to rush in front of Batman and tell him these magical things and ask him to believe them. Instead, he decided to leave unusual clues to arouse Batman's suspicion and let him find an explanation on his own.
"But this matter isn't urgent for the time being. The one at the top of my list of visits is still Deadpool." Harry quickly finished copying the physics homework and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Okay, you follow your plan." Hermione folded the map and put it back in the notebook.
Harry froze and heard Hermione's implication. "So you have your own plan too?"
Hermione tucked the fallen hair behind her ear and chuckled. "It's not much of a plan, but … I asked Percy to make a trip back to London."
Harry suddenly found a loophole in his thinking. In his perception, the magic world had disappeared. Hogwarts, Diagon Alley, and The Humble Abode had all disappeared, so he never thought of going back to England to take a look. But for others, it was only the United States that had malfunctioned. The Hogwarts were still there, but they couldn't be contacted for the time being.
Hermione's situation was even more special. She had a Muggle family in London, so she asked Percy to go back and see if her relatives were still there and if they had lost their memories.
"Min …" Harry suddenly remembered the year when the situation was most critical. Hermione took the initiative to erase the memories of Granger and her husband, making them forget that they had a daughter. For a moment, he panicked, but he still had to say, "You know that most of our original world has already …"
"Disappeared, I know." Hermione was very calm. "Otherwise, you would've taken the initiative to bring up the plan to return home. But since we woke up in this world, you haven't mentioned the Hogwarts even once. So I can only guess that either you have lost your memory, or you already know that the Hogwarts are no longer there. "
Harry was silent for a moment before he said, "Before Halloween, the Hogwarts were already gone, or rather, the entire magic world had disappeared." Then he told Hermione what happened on the day he returned from Gotham.
"So this is why you've been cooped up in your room all those days to study spatial magic?" Hermione was still quite agitated. She tried to suppress her voice and said, "These disappearances … are they related to the people who stuffed us into the Inner World?"
This was a question that Harry could not answer at the moment. He did not have enough evidence to prove that the disappearance of the magic world had something to do with Nihon.
Seeing that they were almost at school, the two hurriedly put their books into their backpacks and prepared to get out of the car. When Harry was stuffing his homework into his backpack, he found that Hermione was holding a thick stack of papers. He was surprised and asked, "What kind of homework is this? Or is it your hobby after class? "
Hermione waved the papers and was also a little surprised. "You don't know? It's a writing assignment from Professor Xavier. "
"How come I didn't know there was a writing class?!" Harry was even more shocked.
On the way to the classroom, Harry learned that there was indeed such a writing class, but because Professor Xavier had to go to Manhattan to attend an academic conference, the class had been suspended for a month. Before he left, he gave all the students a 6,000-word assignment. The content of the assignment was unlimited, and they were free to do as they pleased.
"I heard about it from other students," Hermione said.
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