Bruce Wayne returned to the manor.
He did not enjoy the dinner carefully prepared by his loyal butler, Alfred Fred, nor did he pay attention to the large banquet that would be held in New York the next day.
Instead, he went straight into the study. Alfred Fred saw that his master had been in a tense mood recently, so he did not go forward to persuade him. Instead, he whispered to the servants to leave for the time being.
He would prepare another dinner later.
Bruce spent some time going through the book of briefings that Charles had photocopied for him.
It was a novel serialized in the school newspaper.
And judging from its length,
Bruce could understand why Harry Potter needed to take a long vacation. But its content puzzled the world's number one detective. It was just a very ordinary fantasy story. Perhaps the setting was a little novel, but it was still just a children's story. He could not see any connection between it and Charles's essay or Damian's picture book.
They are all fantasy stories … Bruce gathered the briefing books.
He tried to find a connection between them. They were all fantasy stories that deviated from real life, the kind of stories that young people would like. Perhaps it was these stories that bewitched the "Mystic and his friends."
Let some teenagers wear strange clothes and walk on the streets?
But adventure stories would not give these fantasy-filled young people the skills to become vigilantes out of thin air.
There must be a third party behind them.
"A third party …" Bruce curled the corners of his mouth in the dark.
Then he got up and walked to the bookshelf that almost brushed the roof.
He took out a Kant book.
Then he turned the switch hidden behind the book. The bookshelf silently opened to both sides.
It revealed an elevator that was big enough to accommodate a person. Bruce walked in.
He pressed the button.
The bookshelf closed again. The elevator went down to the basement of the manor. There was a Batmobile parked at the exit. Bruce rode the Batmobile and sped along the underground passage to the bat cave in the back mountain of the manor. His adopted sons were already waiting there.
Or it could not be said that they were waiting, because Dick and Jason had already started fighting after fifteen minutes. Tim sat far away on the other side with a cup of coffee in his hand. At the same time, he opened a few files and flipped through them. Bruce stopped his eldest son and second son's childish game with a look. Then he walked over to Tim and looked him up and down. He found that his third son was intact and showed no signs of injury.
"Father." Tim stood up, intending to report what he had seen.
However, Bruce waved his hand and looked at Dick and Jason. He asked, "Have you guys come into contact with a young man named Harry Potter?"
Dick rubbed his chin and thought for a while before shaking his head. "I don't remember."
Jason also shook his head, but at the same time, he revealed a confused expression. Bruce looked at him and asked, "Jason, think about it carefully."
Jason carefully recalled and shook his head. "I've never met a person named Harry Potter, but I have some recollection of this name. I've probably heard it somewhere."
Dick was surprised. "Even Little Wing's memory can be blurry?"
Jason glanced at him and reached for his waist with his right hand.
Bruce frowned and said, "Go to the training room and finish the fight. I want to talk to Tim."
The two older brothers looked at each other. Dick spread his hands to signal a truce. Jason gritted his teeth. Seeing that Bruce had brought Tim to the long table, he angrily put away his gun and walked over.
"Give me your information."
Tim observed Bruce's expression and said slowly, "It didn't take me long to join 'Mystery Man and His Friends.' In fact, they didn't seem to mind anyone joining. Mystery Man changed my nickname on the first day we met …"
"What did he change it to?"
Tim paused for a moment and said, "Red Robin. He called me Red Robin." When he said the name, Tim felt his heart beat subtly. He ignored the strange throbbing and continued, "… They weren't a group of well-trained young agents or whimsical chuunibyou as I had guessed before. They had an organization, a mastermind behind them, and should have a base similar to the Bat Cave. During the operation, Raccoon Man and others listened to Mystery Man's command. The second-in-command seemed to be Miss Know-It-All, but there should be one or more commanders behind them … "
Dick saw the table full of information about "Harry Potter" or "Mystery Man" and couldn't help but say, "Bruce, are you guessing that this Mystery Man who recently appeared is Harry Potter? I've done a background check on him. He's quite innocent and ordinary … "Dick and the mysterious man had fought face to face. Although they were similar in age and physique, it was hard to imagine that the mysterious man was an ordinary high school student. This was not a comic book plot.
Jason frowned and said, "I thought you were suspecting the principal before."
"Xavier is also investigating Harry Potter." Bruce quietly recounted the meeting with Charles. Seeing that the expressions of his adopted sons were getting more and more shocked, he threw the briefing in his hand on the table and said, "You should have noticed this strange school newspaper earlier."
Tim bowed his head slightly. He was the only one who was still on campus, but on the one hand, he was immersed in the laboratory, and on the other hand, he was distracted by Mystery Man, so he didn't pay attention to the contents of the school newspaper.
"I should say … I should say …" Dick repeated himself several times before he finally spat out the words that he was supposed to say. "Bruce, you can consider the Batman costume in this picture book. It's really cool!"
"I shouldn't expect anything constructive from you!" Jason frowned and slapped the information on the table. "Whether Mystery Man is that strange student or someone else, it's certain that a group of people have noticed our private activities with Principal Charles Xavier, and once they leak these things out, whether it's X-Man or Batman, they may be cool characters in comics, but in Greentown, New York, and the United States — they're illegal!"
"So?" Dick looked at Jason and asked with a shrug.
Jason looked at Bruce and said, "Take off Mystery Man's mask and pull them out of the dark — at least in our sight. In fact, I'm curious why Tim hasn't done so yet. "
Seeing that the topic had turned to him, Tim felt very innocent. "I didn't receive any instructions from Bruce." He was always the most obedient son, which was one of the reasons why his second brother disliked him.
Seeing his three adopted sons looking at him, Bruce thought for a moment and said in a low voice, "Don't act rashly. We need a plan. "
"Pietro!" Jean quietly came out from behind and covered Pietro's mouth before he could scream. She dragged this non-biological brother into the opposite room and pressed him against the wall. She didn't let go of her hand until Charles and Erik walked through the corridor, discussing something in a low voice. She looked at Pietro's red face and asked with a faint smile, "What did you hear?"
“god！” Pietro took a long time to catch his breath and then shook Jean. "You definitely don't know what I heard. Charles and the others actually have a …"
"Secret base?"
"And they sent some students there to train them into …"
“X-MAN？”
"Yes! No! "Pietro retreated to the wall in horror, his silver hair revealing his nervousness." How do you know? Could it be that … you're also an X-Man? "
"No, I'm not."
"Then Scott …"
"Neither am I," Scott said as he pushed the door open and came in.
Pietro was even more frightened.
Jean and Scott took some time to calm Pietro down and then asked him, "What did you hear?"
Pietro was still a little upset that his siblings, whom he spent a lot of time with, hid such an exciting thing from him, but he couldn't help but tell them everything he heard. "… They seem to be planning to move the X-Man base in New York. I think they're choosing a site … I wonder if they'll choose Green Town? Hey, why didn't the fathers choose us to join X-Man? "
Because you're not a tight-lipped person. Jean and Scott looked at each other and saw the glint of a plan in each other's eyes.
A demarcation line that Team Qin secretly observes
Mystique returned to the remote house on the east side of town and parked his bicycle. After entering the house, he threw his uniform into the washing machine, then dragged his sore muscles and collapsed on the sofa. He had just closed his eyes and rested for five minutes when Lupin came over and cupped his hand.
"Hmm … Remus, let me lie down for a while …" Before becoming Mystique, Harry had never thought that being an illegal vigilante would be so tiring. Perhaps he didn't feel it when he was swinging around in the air, and he didn't feel it when he was hanging criminals who were trying to burgle, but once he took off his uniform, Harry felt that all his joints were dislocated. At the same time, he admired Batman's resilience.
Seeing the boy's drowsy appearance, Lupin paused for a moment. Remembering Snape's warning, he bit Harry's sleeve, woke him up, and brought him to Snape's study.
This room was no longer called a study. Even though it was broad daylight, the heavy curtains were tightly drawn. A huge map of Grimm Town was pasted on the wall. The map was filled with symbols of various colors and shapes. There were even pushpins attached to some places. Between the pushpins were red threads that crisscrossed the town like a net. Snape was sitting in front of the map, and on the long table behind him was a set of eavesdropping and tracking equipment that Hank had personally installed.
Harry felt a little refreshed when he saw this scene. After all … he never thought that one day Snape would become a detective in a reclining chair.
Seeing Harry fall into the chair as soon as he entered, Snape frowned slightly. "You don't have to participate in Weisles' game."
Harry narrowed his eyes and shook his head. "I have to participate." He had to leave as many traces of his existence as possible in the limited time he had, such as serialized stories, secretly sent comics, and the urban legends of Mystique …
"There's not much time left …" Hank's Tadis were almost done.
"I suggest that you temporarily stop Mystique's activities to avoid complications." Snape pushed the tape recorder in front of Harry and pressed the play button.
Harry perked up and asked, "Where did you get the news?"
"Everywhere."
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