Charles found the homework in the safe in the principal's office,
At that time, he was about to deal with a small problem outside of school affairs. When he was about to finish reading "The Last Stand,"
Natasha Romanov knocked on his door,
Then she gently pushed the door open and came in,
She explained, "Principal,
Mr. Wayne wants to discuss with you about enrolling Young Master Wayne in school,
He's waiting in the reception room. "
Charles then remembered that Bruce Wayne had found his lost youngest son a few days ago,
It was also in the Green High School newspaper. He heard that the young master was a genius, and Wayne had sent his adopted son, Richard Grayson, to talk to him once.
"I'm fine now. Ask him to come and talk to him," Charles said as he put the homework back into the safe.
Bruce Wayne was a big shot in town. As a business genius who could appear in the New York Times,
People always found it hard to understand why he settled in Green Town. Of course, they also couldn't understand why Charles Xavier chose to open a high school here. There weren't many champagne parties in this town,
And there weren't any hot cover girls.
Unlike Charles's gentle and handsome scholarly image,
Wayne was handsome and tall,
When he didn't give interviews,
And he didn't plan to talk business with you. His eyes were always a little sharp,
As a middle-aged man with too much gossip, he wasn't decadent or casual,
Instead, he had the aura of a cheetah.
Charles was aware of this even before he shook hands with him.
Because of this, he noticed the callus in Wayne's palm.
The two outstanding men looked at each other,
They saw admiration and vigilance in each other's eyes.
Charles asked Wayne to take a seat,
And flipped through the documents prepared on the table, then smiled and said, "Young Master Damien passed our admissions test with excellent results, but... Mr. Wayne, I'm talking to you as an educator, so I don't recommend that Damien skip a grade and go straight to the third grade."
"I think Damien's results have proven that he can fully understand the third-grade curriculum." Wayne faked a smile so that he didn't cause Charles's displeasure.
"I'm afraid that's not all." Charles pointed at the excessively excellent report card. "But I've learned a little about Damien's past life from Mr. Swain, so I'm still worried about whether he'll be able to adapt to group life. Perhaps interacting more with people of the same age can better prevent some situations from happening? "For example, bullying by older students.
"I'm sure Damien will be able to handle the situation," Wayne emphasized calmly.
"I suggest you avoid leaving Damien to deal with these situations alone," Charles replied firmly.
After a brief exchange of glances, both of them knew that this matter had fallen through.
"I don't have to let Damien go to this school …" Wayne pursed his lips, hinting that he had the ability to send Damien to any school. In fact, he could buy any school for his son.
Charles was not moved. "I think what he needs now is not to enter any school, but to enjoy a precious and short childhood." Children from rich families never had a long childhood. Even in the free-range model, the children of the Xavier family were generally precocious.
Hearing this, Wayne smiled and rubbed the space between his eyebrows. The invisible armor on his body seemed to suddenly relax. He smiled bitterly and explained, "Xavier, don't think of me as a bad father who spoils the seedlings. In fact, if Damien didn't have to enter this school of yours, I'd rather let him receive a home education."
"Oh?" This was something that Charles didn't expect. In his mind, a child who had just been taken out of the orphanage by his biological father should have been more eager for family affection.
"He seems to have made some friends in the orphanage, and that friend happened to be from Green High School …"
"You mean Ron Weisles? That's a good kid. "Charles chuckled and relaxed his expression.
But Wayne still frowned slightly. "No, not that red-haired boy. It's a child who moved out of the orphanage a long time ago. His name is … Let me see …" He opened the folder in his hand. "… His name is Harry Potter."
In an instant, the atmosphere in the principal's office became heavy.
Charles didn't move, but his eyes had become serious. Wayne looked at him expressionlessly, acting like a cold father who was worried about his son.
In the end, Charles exhaled first, as if he was distressed and had expected this. "So … you're really here for Harry Potter."
"Of course I'm here for Damien." Wayne didn't leak anything.
"Of course … of course …" Charles folded his arms. "What do you want to know from me? Harry Potter? He's a very obedient and smart student. His grades are good, and he's quite popular. He's a gentle child … "
"And he's been on leave for a month because of a stomach ailment." Wayne cut him off.
"Oh." Charles raised his eyebrows slightly. "Obviously, Mr. Wayne knows as much as I do." He naturally had the ability to find out information about any student in Green High School.
"I can't let Damien interact with people I don't know." Wayne chuckled without the slightest smile. "Perhaps this can restore my image as a father a little."
Charles heard something in his tone. "I think every student of mine is innocent."
"Oh …" Wayne slightly dragged the last syllable, and then threw the folder in his hand in front of Charles. "Then I don't know what these masked — young people call them? Vigilantes? I wonder if they are your students? "
The folder opened in front of Charles, and a few blurry photos were displayed in front of him. Obviously, the low resolution of the photos was due to the night, but he could still see clearly that the camera captured a few masked people in strange clothes. Judging from their figure and height, they were all minors.
"These 'vigilantes' …" Wayne's tone had some inexplicable meaning. "In the past half month, they have frequently appeared at night in Green Town, especially in the West End … It seems that they want to share Dick's work, but I think their behavior has exposed Green High School's negligence in education."
Charles sighed in his heart and asked, "I don't know why you think they have something to do with Harry Potter. Maybe you have caught one of them and interrogated him? "
"No." Wayne frowned slightly. "They have a certain degree of organization, and … they're good at fighting." At least, that was Dick's evaluation.
"Then why?" Charles still didn't see the connection between Harry and this matter.
"You can take a look at the paper materials." Wayne's eyes darkened.
Charles took the photos away and saw the material at the bottom. It seemed to be a copy of a booklet. The pure white cover was printed with a large bat logo, and inside was a large bold title: "Batman: The Dark Knight."
While Charles flipped through the materials, Wayne explained, "This is not the only one. I found several of these picture books from Damian. From the content, I'm afraid the author is very concerned about my family members … "
Charles had already seen the author's name on the back cover: Harry Potter.
This picture book was very carefully made. Every page was illustrated, and there was a lot of text. It could almost be regarded as a novel. Charles estimated that it must have taken a long time.
"This looks like a Christmas gift." Charles turned the title page, where a line of Christmas greetings was written.
"The content doesn't look like it." Wayne narrowed his eyes slightly. "Rather than seeing it as a Christmas gift for a four-year-old child, I'd rather see it as a hint …"
"Not a hint, but a reminder."
Charles blurted out, then froze.
Wayne crossed his arms. "It seems that the principal has his own opinion."
Propping his head up with one hand, Charles tried to ignore the sudden headache and retorted, "Mr. Wayne, you can't speculate that one of my students is secretly playing a superhero just because he drew a picture book about a superhero."
"I'm not speculating about him." Wayne finally revealed a sneer that matched his temperament. "I'm suspecting you, Mr. Principal. It might not be possible for an ordinary student with a clean record to single-handedly defeat an adult repeat offender, but a rich professor using his assets hidden in New York to cultivate … What do you call them? X-MAN？ There's still some credibility to that. "
Charles didn't know how Wayne had found out about X-Man. After all, in order to keep it a secret, he and Erik didn't even tell Hank, Raven, and the children about it. But perhaps it was like what he had just seen in the picture book …
"Batman knows everything? Huh? "Charles sighed." I have to say, this kid's character is quite accurate. "
Looking at Wayne's vigilant eyes, Charles spread his hands. "So, Mr. Wayne, you're suspecting that I've trained a large group of underage masked vigilantes, and Harry is trying to use these picture books to send messages to the outside world and expose my evil face? So, I used my position to kick him out of school? "
"I don't call it evil, but …" Wayne's eyes were cold. "This is illegal."
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