After exchanging a few pleasantries,
Hermione was asked to dance by Pietro,
Harry continued to chat with Charles as he walked,
The two of them slowly left the venue,
And walked towards the office building.
Charles seemed to be very concerned about their life in the new house,
After going around and asking some daily questions, he suddenly smiled and said, "Harry, I'm sorry.
I heard that you get along well with your neighbors? "
Harry said calmly, "That's right.
Senior Parker lives nearby,
He takes good care of us. "
Charles chuckled,
He didn't say anything for a while,
He only looked up at the vague figures kissing in the woods and stuck out a finger in front of him, "Shh,
Let's take a detour. "
Harry tacitly lightened his footsteps and walked through the path with Charles onto the long corridor. Charles dropped the previous topic,
And began to talk about some unimportant things, such as the children at home who were all in puppy love,
Such as the teachers in the school who were all not serious,
Such as Hermione's skirt and Harry's robe — "the style looks really good!"
Harry's face was stiff from laughing, and he had to interrupt him, "I remember that you have many degrees, psychology, genetics, biophysics... it's really an extraordinary achievement for your age." Then he looked up at the young principal's side profile, "I wonder what your own views on history are?"
Charles's eyes flashed a trace of vigilance,
But he still smiled, "Speaking of which,
I did study the ancient history of Europe for a period of time,
But unfortunately, I didn't get a relevant degree. However, if it's just about personal views, I will regard history as the sum of people. "
Harry also smiled, "I know another interesting person who also said the same thing. He said that the so-called history is the memory shared by all human beings."
"I appreciate this saying. This interesting person, is he a historian? "
"Not really. Although he had always aspired to be a historian, he was a person who hated war and the army, but in the end, he became a strategist. "
"Strategist?" Charles's blue eyes flashed with doubt. "He sounds like a big shot. May I know his name? Maybe I can ask him for some advice if I have the chance. "
"His name is Yang Weili, also known as Magician Yang. However, I'm not sure if you'll be able to meet him. Yang Wei was assassinated on the 1st of June in Year 800 of the Universe Calendar. He was only 33 years old and could be considered quite young. "
Charles carefully observed Harry's expression, only to see a sincere regret. He did not find the slightest hint of teasing, so he said, "I've never heard of this name. Perhaps he doesn't exist in the history that I know?"
Harry did not answer directly. Instead, he asked, "Professor Xavier said that history is the sum of people, but I have never heard of Yang Weili. What do you think of Tony Pantey?"
Tony Pantey was the name of a place in South Wales. Legend has it that in 1910, when Winston Churchill was the British Minister of the Interior, he sent the army to bloody suppress the local miners who were on strike and protesting. After many years of widespread rumors, the incident became a fact. However, the truth was that the people who were sent to maintain order at the time were well-trained London police officers. They did not carry any weapons except for their raincoats. The only bloodshed was that one or two people had nosebleeds.
"It's not the same. There is a truth about Tony Pantey, but Yang Weili never … Ah, is that why you wrote those stories? " They had already reached the door of the principal's office. Erik was sitting on the sofa, flipping through a student's homework. Judging from the papers spread out on the table, they should be the literature homework that Harry handed in this month.
Charles closed the door, walked to the table, and arranged the homework in chronological order. "'The First Battle,' 'The Wolverine,' 'Turning the Future Around,' 'Apocalypse …' and 'The Last Battle' in Erik's hands. Except for 'The Wolverine', which is Logan's personal story, the other characters in the story — Professor X, Magneto, Laser, Phoenix, etc. Harry, you used the names of our teachers and students in our school. May I know why? After all, it's not very pleasant to see yourself buried alone in the woods in your old age. "
Charles sat down behind the desk and motioned for Harry to sit down. Erik stared at Harry vigilantly.
After Harry sat down, they were still discussing another issue. "We know the truth about Tony Pantey because someone discovered that it deviated from the rumors and recorded it in hopes of reminding future generations. We don't know about Yang Weili's existence because in this world, there are no written or oral records about him. This isn't very strange, is it, Professor Xavier? "
"Why do you call Charles a professor?" Erik suddenly frowned and asked.
"Because that's what everyone calls him." Harry paused and said, "I'm guessing that Mr. Lancelot has already seen those … records?"
Charles pressed Erik's shoulder and flipped through Harry's homework. He smiled and said, "Harry, you're hinting that these stories are true. I think … this is a bit too much. You see, Erik used to work in a steel mill, but he couldn't control electromagnetic fields. As for me, I learned a bit of psychology, but I can't control other people's brains. The most important thing is, Harry … "Charles flipped through" The First War "." You wrote here that Erik, Raven, and I all experienced the Cuban Missile Crisis. However, I should have just been born that year, and Erik wasn't much older than me. Isn't this … Huh? You young people like to say, a bug? "
"Time is just a small problem …"
"But you British people say that the truth is the daughter of time." Charles blinked. "Time can't be wrong."
Tacitly acknowledging his nationality, Harry continued, "Time is just a small issue. After all, compared to time errors, there are always more truths in the story, right? "
"For example, your speculation about my relationship with Erik?" Charles spread his hands. "I thought this was known by everyone."
"No, for example, mutants." Harry's expression was more serious than Charles imagined, which made the young professor stunned.
Erik stared at Harry's eyes and said indifferently, "This kid has read too many comics, Charles."
Harry laughed instead. "Professor, you say that history is the sum of people, but I say that history is the sum of records. If there is something that happened, and it is not recorded, not spread, and not remembered by anyone, time will bury it. When we talk about history, we are always talking about the people and things that were lucky enough to be recorded, not the truth. "
After a moment of silence, Charles spoke again, "Very … interesting way of saying it. I guess you are hinting at something with these stories … "
However, Harry shook his head. "This is not a hint, professor, this is a reminder. A hint requires too many metaphors and metaphors, and a reminder … it just shows the truth. As I said, professor, mutants, that is the truth. "
Long after Harry left, Charles was still pondering over the homework, while Erik held a coin and frowned. The two were silent for a long time before they spoke at the same time.
"Erik …"
"Charles …"
Charles laughed. "You go first."
Erik didn't laugh and was relatively serious. "I suspect that the child is hinting that he already knows about our little secret."
"You mean X-Man?" Charles shook his head slowly. "I don't think so. Erik, he said that this is not a hint, but a reminder. "
"So he is saying that those guys with our names and the children's names and superpowers are real?" Erik sneered.
"Erik!" Charles tapped the table with his slender fingers and pondered. "I mean, he is probably reminding us that someone else knows about the existence of X-Man …" But when it came to the second half of his sentence, Charles still felt that something was wrong.
Erik immediately came to a conclusion. "You mean the Wayne family?"
"Well … I found out that Bruce Wayne is secretly investigating something. Also, the two sons of the Wayne family seem to have some contact with Harry. " Charles rubbed his temples and felt a faint swelling pain. "Speaking of which, Bruce Wayne is also attending the ball today. This has never happened before."
Harry didn't know that he had pointed the finger at Batman. He only saw Bruce Wayne from afar at the ball. His only thought was: did he meet Drac? Then he said goodbye to his friends and planned to ride home. Before he left, he brought a bunch of Christmas gifts.
Hermione laughed. "I was afraid that I would disturb your night with Professor Snape, so I had to bring the gifts to the venue. Do you know how impolite this is to a lady?"
"Then I'd better do something polite to make up for it." Harry grinned. "Princess Belle, although you are not the one wearing the crystal shoe, I suggest you do what you want to do before midnight!"
They couldn't be sure when the time loop would restart, so Harry had to go back before midnight to give Snape the Christmas gifts.
When he parked the bicycle under the window, the light was still on, and there were thin snowflakes floating in the light. This house was the only house on the whole street that wasn't decorated with Christmas colors, and there was no Christmas carol music. But when Harry pushed the door open and entered the house, the indoor heater instantly melted the snowflakes on his shoulders. Snape was sitting on the sofa reading a book, with a plate of sweet almond biscuits in his hand. Lupin was lying between the coffee table and the sofa, sleeping on a pillow.
After taking off his outdoor clothes, Harry changed into pajama pants. He was still wearing that Christmas sweater with a horrible color scheme. He walked over to Snape's side and said evilly, "The culprit is not the deceased's father, but the deceased's sister — her sister is a bisexual."
Snape glanced at him unhappily. He didn't seem to believe this explanation, but after flipping through a few pages, he put down the book with a dark face. He stared at Harry, who was nibbling on the biscuits, and wondered how to teach him a lesson.
Harry, on the other hand, shamelessly handed over a small gift box, "Merry.
Christmas~”
It was a small box, delicately wrapped in glossy green wax paper. The satin flowers were silver, very much like Slytherin's color scheme. Snape looked at the size of the box and guessed that it couldn't be a joke crucible. It couldn't be a book either.
"Professor, open it and take a look ~" Harry urged.
Snape followed the packaging and opened the gift box. He took out a cassette tape. The tape had no label, and it looked like it was mixed up by himself.
Harry had already prepared a tape recorder. "I looked for it for a long time, and finally asked Warren to teach me how to record it."
Snape was curious why Harry gave him this cassette tape as a Christmas gift. When the piano music filled the room, the swirling sadness rose and fell like snowflakes. At first, he didn't remember the name of the piano piece until he saw the nostalgic smile on the child's face. Only then did he remember another Christmas filled with starlight, snowballs, and candlelight dinners.
Harry smiled and explained, "I looked for a long time before I found the original version of the movie."
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