Sven took Harry and Hermione to a room that looked like an activity room and asked them to sit down.
He turned back to the door and stopped a child who was running around. "Did Ron go to Malfoy Junior again? Go and call him back. "
The child saluted.
He was about to run away when Harry quickly said, "Mr. Sven,
There's no need for that.
We're not in a hurry to see Ron. "
Sven looked back at Harry, stroked his mustache, and smiled.
He lowered his head and let the child play by himself. Then he closed the door.
He sat down opposite Harry.
He smiled and said, "You haven't been back for many years." He glanced at Hermione again.
"Why, bringing your girlfriend to the orphanage?"
"I'm not Harry's girlfriend." Hermione tried to stop herself from staring at Sven's nose.
"Hehehe, I understand, I understand …" Sven looked like an experienced person.
"Ordinary friends!"
Harry thought that even Rowling said that Ha and Ha and Ha couldn't be together.
Why did the people he met like to pair him with Hermione? But today was not the time to clarify the couple. Harry simply skipped the topic and said, "Mr. Sven, I want to ask you about Ginny … No, the sleeping girl in the town hospital."
"Sleeping Beauty?" Sven rubbed a handful of thumbtacks in his hand with a calm expression.
"Why are you asking about her?"
Hermione was finally able to shift her gaze to Sven's eyes. "We heard that you found her.
And sent her to the hospital. "
"That's right." Sven clenched his fist.
A handful of thumbtacks were neatly embedded in his palm. He pulled them out one by one and swept them across the faces of the two children in confusion. "So why are you asking about her?"
"We want to know what it was like when you found her? Did you notice anything unusual? "Hermione couldn't help but turn her face away. Harry had to continue asking.
"You still haven't told me …" Sven swept the bloody pushpin into the iron box and squinted. "Why do you want to know about that girl?"
Hermione looked at Harry. Harry looked at the ceiling. Hermione glared at him. Harry looked away helplessly and shrugged. "She's our friend." He chose the most honest answer.
Sven still had a teasing smile, but his eyes were obviously serious. He stared at Harry for a while, then suddenly got up and opened the refrigerator. He took out a can of orange juice and turned back to the two of them. "Coke or orange juice?"
Harry and Hermione shook their heads at the same time — they were still wearing thick sweaters!
Sven raised his neck and drank a big mouthful of iced orange juice before sitting down again. He said slowly, "I don't have anything you want to know. The girl's name, origin, and experience, I don't know anything."
"We just want to know what happened on the day you found her?" Harry immediately said.
Sven looked at him strangely and shook his head. "Nothing happened. I picked her up at the gate of the orphanage, almost this month. She had no trauma on her body, and there were no more items except her clothes. She was just unconscious — at least at that time, I thought she was starving. "
"Are the clothes she was wearing at that time still there?" Harry didn't dare to let go of any clues.
"It was sent to the hospital with her three years ago. It's probably gone. It's a very strange robe. But there's really no information. We didn't find any messages or acronyms on her clothes. "Sven shrugged." I guess she really didn't want us to know more. "
So asking questions was equivalent to not getting more information. Harry and Hermione were a little frustrated for a while.
Sven finished his orange juice and saw that the two children opposite him were a little depressed. He said as if to encourage them, "But, Harry, you still left something with us. Do you want to see it?"
Harry was stunned. "My things?"
"Well, things from when you were a child," Sven said.
Harry guessed that it was something he had brought into the orphanage when he was a child. He stood up excitedly and said, "Take me to see it."
There was an archive room in the orphanage that was neither too big nor too small. In addition to the files of every child, there were also various financial and income reports stored in various compartments. However, there was another special cabinet that stored the first items of every child who entered the orphanage. Most of them were small clothes, a piece of swaddling cloth, or a note.
Harry's name was also written on a card in a grid. Sven opened it, took out a small brown paper bag, and handed it to Harry.
Hermione hurried over and watched as Harry opened the paper bag and took out a thin necklace. The pendant of the necklace was a small golden snitch.
Hermione immediately covered her mouth in surprise. Harry was also stunned for a moment. After a long time, he asked in surprise, "This is?"
Sven pointed to the chain of the necklace. "You've been wearing this since you were admitted to the orphanage. But when you were a child, you got into a fight and broke the chain. I thought it was a souvenir, so I put it away. — Don't you remember? "
I don't even remember when I got into a fight with someone. Harry held the golden snitch and was speechless for a moment.
Hermione bit her lower lip for a long time and suddenly said, "My little pearl bag is still there."
Harry knew that she was talking about the little bag that had been cast with the Advanced Space Expansion Spell. He immediately held Hermione's arm and asked, "The thing inside …"
"No, it's just an ordinary handbag."
Sven didn't understand what they were talking about or what they were upset about. He just opened the window and looked back. "It seems like dinner is ready. Do you want to join us?"
Although it wasn't very moral to freeload at the orphanage, Harry still remembered that he was here to look for Damian, so he nodded in agreement. He pulled Hermione, who was quite shocked, and walked with Sven to the dining room. Along the way, they met several children who greeted Harry. Sven pointed to one of them and said, "There, he's the one who fought with you."
Harry took a closer look and sweated profusely. It was actually Bart Allen!
Harry had seen Bart at school and knew that he lived in the orphanage, but he didn't expect that he and Bart had such a "past." Bart also saw Harry from afar and immediately ran over with a smile. He slapped Harry on the back. "Why are you back? Are you here to look for Ron? He's not here. He's on a date with that blond guy! "
Sven glared at Bart. Harry thought that he wanted to teach the child not to fall in love early, but he heard Sven say, "Don't talk about Ron. Where's that Mexican guy of yours? Did you get him?"
Harry: "…"
Bart made a face and ran away with a smile. As he ran, he looked back and said, "I'm going to Haimei's house for dinner." It seemed that he was almost done.
Harry looked up and saw Sven's relieved face. He wondered if Sven was planning to "marry off" the children in the orphanage one by one so that the orphanage could save a lot of money on food.
Probably thanks to Sven's calculation, the food in the orphanage was good. Although it was mostly vegetables, the taste was okay and the portions were enough. There were also two plates of fruit on the table for after dinner. Several male and female teachers who were responsible for taking care of the children's daily life also ate with the children. It was obvious that this big family was harmonious.
But before dinner, Sven stood up and said a few words, "Boys, before the Christmas holiday, we still have two tasks to weed for the townspeople. After that, there will be a month-long holiday. And your efforts this year will become new winter clothes for the children in the lower grades!"
There was a roar of applause in the restaurant, from the older boys and the younger children. The girls clapped and looked forward to Sven's next words.
"As for the girls, dear, the biscuits and cakes you sold this year are enough to replace the broken air conditioners for us. This is a great achievement!" Sven blinked.
Then, there was even more enthusiastic applause.
The dinner went on in such a peaceful atmosphere. Harry was eating peas and thinking, If Tom Riddle could grow up in this kind of orphanage, maybe there wouldn't be a Harry Potter story?
Sven was sitting next to Harry. Seeing him look up at the other tables from time to time, he asked suspiciously, "Are you looking for something?"
"Damien." Harry touched his chin. "Why didn't I see Damien coming out for dinner?"
Swain's gaze deepened. "He came here after you left. So … another friend? "
Harry was silent. Sven wrinkled his nose and asked a female teacher at the next table, "Why didn't Damien come out for dinner again?"
The female teacher looked helpless. "He refused to come out, so I sent his dinner to his room."
Harry saw a few red marks on the back of the female teacher's hand and couldn't help but frown. It seemed that Damien was a problem child.
After dinner, Harry asked Sven to see Damien. Sven agreed without saying anything and personally led them to Damien's room. "Our dormitory here is for two or four people, but no child dares to live with Damien." He couldn't help but chuckle. "I really don't know who gave him that name."
Damien was indeed easy to associate with the "Devil's Child," but with Damien's personality, it was not his father's fault. It was his grandfather's fault.
"Damien? Damien, have you eaten? "Sven knocked on the door softly for a long time, but there was no response.
Just when Harry suspected that he might not see Little Bat today, he suddenly heard the sound of something breaking. Sven's face suddenly changed. He took a step back and kicked the door open, startling Harry and Hermione. Then, they followed Sven into the room.
Four-year-old Damien was sitting on the bed facing the door with no expression on his face. Beside him was an untouched dinner plate. Half a spoon had fallen on the bed, and the other half was in Damien's hand.
Hermione looked at the cross-section of the spoon on the ground and said in horror, "He broke it!"
Sven also noticed it, but he didn't seem to be surprised by little Damien's strength. Instead, he dug the other half of the spoon out of his hand.
Then, Harry and Selina saw the bloodstains on Damien's arm.
"Hey, little girl, help me call a teacher and ask her to bring a medical kit," Sven said to Hermione as he held down Damien's struggling hands.
Hermione nodded and immediately went out.
"Harry, think of a way to calm him down!" Sven said to Harry.
"Eh? Me? "Harry didn't think he had much experience in coaxing children.
"Didn't you say he's your friend?" Sven had already been kicked a few times by the expressionless Damien.
Harry couldn't help but start to rub the floor. He had only seen Damien twice in Gotham, and it had been less than a minute. He hadn't even spoken to him!
"Damien … Damien …"
Sven's eyes became more and more unfriendly. Just as Harry was about to rub the floor into a frosted material, he suddenly had an idea. He looked at Damien and said, "Hey, Damien, do you want to hear a Batman story?"
Hearing that, the little devil, who was kicking Sven's nose, was stunned. A look of confusion flashed in his eyes. "Batman?"
"Yes, Batman!" Harry regained his confidence. He wasn't familiar with Damien, but he was familiar with Batman. He cleared his throat, rolled up his sleeves, and said, "Let's start with the first year of Batman! The story took place in a city called Gotham. Specifically, it should have originated from Gotham's crime alley … "
Before Harry could say anything about Officer Gordon's appearance, Hermione came back with a female teacher. Sven immediately applied medicine to Damien, who had calmed down.
Damien furrowed his thin eyebrows and looked at the thick layer of ointment on his arm. He couldn't hide his disdain. He turned his head and looked at Harry. "Continue."
It was clearly a child's voice, but it sounded like a CEO's.
Harry felt that he shouldn't give in, so he said, "Then you have to eat obediently."
Damien didn't insist. Instead, he picked up the bread on the plate with the hand that wasn't applying the ointment and took a bite. He then signaled for Harry to hurry up and speak.
"… The year Batman returned to Gotham was also the year Officer Gordon was transferred to Gotham. He quickly realized that he was one of the few righteous people left in the Gotham police force …"
Harry used Batman's origin story to accompany Damien through all the food on the plate. During this time, Sven stood by the window and listened, watching Damien's eyes flicker with the story.
"So, in the end, Officer Gordon didn't see Batman's face clearly. At least, that's what he announced to the outside world. However, he was still promoted to senior inspector and planned to fight a protracted war with the city. For example, the criminal who called himself 'The Joker' and planned to poison the Gotham Reservoir. He was still afraid, but he was no longer in despair. He knew that he had gained a friend … "Harry stopped talking and looked at Damien, who was still sitting on the bed." That's the origin story. "
Damien stared stubbornly at Harry. He didn't say a word, but his face was full of displeasure.
However, Harry was indeed leaving. The sky outside the window was completely dark. He could only say, "Damien, I'll come and see you again."
The female teacher used some brute force to take Damien to the shower. Sven walked Harry and Damien out. As he walked, he explained in a low voice, "… He's always been a very stubborn and withdrawn child. We've also hired some so-called child experts or counselors, but to be honest, I don't really trust them. Besides, the little devil doesn't talk to them at all. "
"Damien … does he have a tendency to harm himself?" Hermione was still worried about the bloodstains on the child's body.
Sven frowned. "It's only been a while. So, I had them clean up everything in Damien's room. The glass, porcelain cups, scissors … Everything was cleaned up. Even the cutlery was replaced with stainless steel. I didn't expect … "He didn't expect Damien to be so destructive.
"I think he needs treatment," Hermione said seriously.
Sven nodded and looked at Harry. "I think today's speech therapy was quite effective."
The three of them walked to the entrance of the orphanage. Harry pushed his bicycle out. The two of them said goodbye to Sven and were about to leave when Sven called out to them. He hesitated for a moment before saying, "I think it's necessary to let you know that someone has come to inquire about Sleeping Beauty recently."
"Who is it?" Harry had a hunch.
"You should know him. Headmaster Charles Xavier."
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