After a series of loud noises and vibrations,
Harry put away the timeline with trembling hands. Seeing that all his magic had failed, and even the wound on his arm that had stopped bleeding had opened up again, he could only smile bitterly. He wanted to push himself up and open the door to Tadis, but he only felt that his vision had turned black.
Finally, he fell in front of the door. Before he lost consciousness, he could only vaguely hear the screams of Hermione and the others.
However, when he forced himself to open his eyes, he could only see the color of their hair.
Hermione was dark brown, Ron was ginger, and Drac was light gold …
"Ugh …"
The careless Ron touched Harry's wound when he moved him, and Hermione immediately noticed it.
"Get out of the way, Malfoy. Give me a hand."
Just as Drac was about to step forward, another tall figure came over and pushed Little Weisles away without saying a word.
Then, he picked up Harry horizontally.
He passed by the dumbfounded crowd.
Granger was the first to react. "Everyone, keep up! Ron.
Go and inform Teacher Hank — ask him to find a doctor! "
Snape had just put Harry on the bed for less than five minutes.
Hank dragged Dr. Mccoy in.
It was rare that he wasn't drunk.
The front of his shirt was still stained with tomato sauce. It seemed that he had just left before dinner, so he was not in a good mood. However, after checking Harry's condition, his expression changed. "Police, what happened to this child?"
Snape frowned. "Abrasions, cuts, calf fractures, blood loss … I think any doctor with average quality can make a judgment."
Dr. Mccoy's temper was obviously below average. He rolled his eyes at Snape, then pulled a child to the car and asked him to bring his surgery kit over. At the same time, he said to Hank, "I need an assistant — and a quieter environment."
The children who had gathered around the bed quietly withdrew, but Snape still stood at the head of the bed without saying a word. Mccoy glared at him. "I only need an experienced assistant." Obviously, he was referring to Hank.
Snape didn't even look at him. "This is my room."
Before Mccoy could speak again, he added, "And my people."
Hank quickly smoothed things over. "Mr. Snape is a very experienced master. Old bones, please take care of Harry." He quickly left the room and closed the door.
Before Mccoy could adjust his expression, Snape had already washed his hands, put on gloves, and carefully began to cut off the bloodstained rags on Harry's body with scissors. Seeing this, Mccoy gritted his teeth and opened his surgery kit.
After seeing the wound on Harry's body that ran from his left shoulder to his waist, Mccoy was very surprised. "This child actually survived until now — this is already a miracle."
Snape could see that Harry should have treated him with a magic spell, which meant that he had indeed been to a world with magic. However, judging from the child's injuries, the situation was still not optimistic.
After Mccoy put on his white coat, he didn't show any emotion. He just silently applied medicine and sutured Harry, and occasionally asked Snape to help. When dealing with the fracture of Harry's right leg, Mccoy's forehead was faintly oozing sweat. He smiled bitterly and said, "I'm just an ordinary surgeon."
Snape supported himself with both hands on the edge of the bed. His slightly long black hair covered his expression, but his no longer calm voice still revealed a trace of emotion. "Please … do your best."
Mccoy took a breath and said in a low voice, "This will be very painful. I need you to help hold him down — if he wakes up from the pain."
Snape went to the other side, one hand pressed on Harry's shoulder, and the other hand pressed on Harry's uninjured arm. However, Harry didn't wake up from the pain. Snape could feel the child trembling unconsciously and could also see the big drops of sweat on his forehead, but Harry still didn't wake up. This surprised Mccoy, and his face became serious.
"I didn't inject him with anesthetic. He should have woken up."
Snape's face was also ugly, but he was calmer. "He needs to rest." After the space-time travel, no one could predict how serious the damage to Harry's soul would be. He needed to slowly recover.
"He needs to be hospitalized for observation." Mccoy suggested.
Snape didn't object, but this plan was later changed by some other people.
Mccoy stared at Bruce Wayne and Charles Xavier, who suddenly appeared in Snape's living room. After the shock, he was a little angry. "It seems that there are more professional doctors than me waiting to take over."
Wayne didn't comment, but Charles smiled and said, "I think we can provide better postoperative observation conditions than the hospital."
Mccoy sneered, took off his gloves and was about to leave. He just came to help Brother Hank, and didn't want to get involved in the secret circle of billionaires, especially when rumors about them were flying all over town.
Hank apologized as he sent Mccoy out. Before he left, he gave the young teacher a warning look. "You shouldn't have involved the child in your games."
Hank was speechless, and then he smiled bitterly. "We didn't involve the child …"
"Oh, Old Bones may have been soaked in alcohol for a long time, but he still reads the newspaper occasionally. Masked vigilante? Haha … "Mccoy smirked." What do you call yourselves? X-MAN？”
"We didn't involve the child …" Hank insisted. "In fact, the child is the center of everything."
Mccoy was really shocked.
The next day, he was taken to Château Xavier — not the house in Green Town, but an entire manor in the suburbs of New York. The manor didn't have a gate, and a whole forest covered the road. He saw many old acquaintances here, or rather, the whole manor gave him a very familiar feeling. When he looked back at the layout of the courtyard, he realized that the style was very similar to Green High School.
Harry was placed in a bedroom on the first floor of the manor. His body was connected to many infusion tubes, and several nurses wearing masks were on duty to record his physical condition. Mccoy asked for the records to check, and found that the boy was recovering well. The only problem was that he still hadn't woken up.
Seeing that it was Mccoy, Snape motioned for the nurses to go to the next room to rest.
The doctor sat down opposite Snape, frowning slightly. His eyes were full of surprise. He knocked on the cabinet and whispered, "So, it's all true — the legend about the masked vigilante?"
Snape didn't say a word, but the corners of his mouth twitched in disgust.
Mccoy followed his gaze and looked at the boy on the bed. The restlessness and worry came back, so he asked slightly hurriedly, "Is this child also one of you? Or is he just one of the victims of this dangerous game? "
Snape still didn't answer, which made Mccoy grit his teeth. "Who are you? Professor Snape? X-MAN？ Or the leader of another team? "
"I'm just a lowly Potions Professor." Snape finally raised his eyelids and revealed his usual sneer. "If you're curious about the unconscious Potter, I can tell you that he's the mystery man, and he's the source of all the trouble. Also, if you're not here to care about his health, then I'm not interested in answering your questions. "
It could be said that he was very mean. Mccoy opened his mouth, but in the end, he checked Harry with a sullen face and repeated his conclusion. "The only problem is that he hasn't woken up." But the boy's brain wasn't damaged.
Snape just waved his hand to indicate that he understood.
Mccoy settled down in Château Xavier from then on. Charles provided him with enough alcohol and money, but he still didn't figure out what role the unconscious boy played in the rumors in town.
"Mystery man? Aren't Mystery man and his friends an urban legend? "
Hank, who was the most frequently questioned by him, spread his hands. "Isn't X-Man also an urban legend?"
But now, Mccoy could often see men and women in blue and yellow uniforms coming and going in the manor. Most of the time, he didn't know how they appeared and disappeared. Occasionally, he would run into a black phantom flitting across the roof.
"What's that? Is that Batman? So, did Batman also exist? Is he really a vampire? "
However, people came and went in the manor, but not many were interested in answering Old Bones' questions. In the doctor's view, everyone came and went in a hurry, their expressions full of anxiety. He wasn't sure what they were anxious about. After all, although the boy hadn't woken up, his health had always been good. Occasionally, he could catch a sentence or two in their conversation.
"… There's not much time left …"
"Christmas …"
"… If he can't wake up … what should we do?"
Hermione sat by Harry's bed and looked worriedly at the boy's pale face due to blood loss. "Christmas is coming. If Harry doesn't wake up before the reboot, who knows what will happen."
Snape, who was sitting silently in the shadow of the curtain opposite her, sneered. "There's nothing we need to do except praise Saint Potter's salvation."
Hermione respected all teachers. Even if this teacher was mean and cold, she couldn't help but retort, "Then ridicule is not an option."
Snape pursed his lips and fell silent again.
Hermione pursed her lips and belatedly realized that Snape was the one who had been by Harry's bed since his return. Judging from the Potions Professor's sallow face and greasy hair, even if he wasn't by Harry's side, he was by his side.
The little witch regretted it for a moment and then apologized gently. "Professor Snape, we all care about Harry." After a pause, she added, "If he's not here, we really don't know what to do."
"That's not what Miss Know-It-All should say." Snape's voice still sounded quite mean.
Hermione was a little annoyed, but she still lowered her head in frustration.
Since Harry set off, the rest of the people witnessed the changes in the town day by day. First, Professor X and Batman recovered part of their memories, then the X-Men and Batman suddenly became the masked vigilantes in the town's memory, and then Snape stood up …
After a moment of surprise at these changes, Kronos stepped forward to extinguish the flames.
The white cat, who spoke in a human voice, said calmly, "This may not be a good sign."
"Why?!"
Hermione had discussed some issues with Harry, so she reacted first. "The future is collapsing."
"Yes, these changes — these changes that are in line with your expectations can only prove one thing: the unpredictable future is gradually collapsing into a definite one because of the appearance of the Observer. But no one can be sure whether this future is the one you expect. "
Judging from the marks on Harry's body, it was probably not the case.
Hermione covered her face. "We need him to wake up. Otherwise, we really don't know what to do."
"I don't want to pour cold water on you, but Miss Granger, I guess Potter had already arranged a Plan B for you before he set off, and prepared a replacement …" Snape's face looked cold and mean in the shadows.
Hermione was really angry. "How can you … How can you?" The little witch did not have a wand to point at Snape, but her eyes were solid. "We're talking about Harry!"
Snape was unmoved. "Because we're talking about Potter — Granger, why aren't you as calm as I expected?"
Hermione's anger was extinguished by the Potions Professor's ruthless words, and her shoulders relaxed.
She said dryly, "Harry did prepare a Plan B for us. Kronos will continue the journey in his place, but …"
"But you're used to the only savior, Potter." Snape sneered. "So, once Potter falls, you don't know what to do."
How dare he? How dare he? Hermione bit her lower lip until it turned white. She was ready to talk back to the unqualified professor, but she saw a strange emotion in Snape's mocking face.
"We all care about Harry …" The little witch's tone was calm. "We all want him to wake up. Because we all love him. "
Snape's expression was twisted to the point of anger.
"Ah, of course, everyone loves the savior, Potter …" Slytherin Snake King was very good at spitting venom. "Gryffindor's Miss Know-It-All, Slytherin's Platinum Prince, Ravenclaw's Miss Smart, Hufflepuff's Kind-Hearted Fool … Everyone loves the savior, Potter, right? The shining Harry Potter! "
"Yes, we all love him …" Hermione answered calmly. "And he loves us. He loves this world, and he can't let it end like this. "
Snape cursed, then leaned back in his chair and resumed his silence.
After Hermione calmed down from the conflict just now, she suddenly spoke again. "Professor Snape, if you want to know more about Harry, maybe you should take the initiative to care about him, instead of waiting for him to talk."
The Snake King was not as angry as Hermione imagined. Instead, he asked calmly, "So, Granger, you know him quite well?"
"I asked him, and he told me."
"So, how many times did you die in his story?"
Hermione was stunned, then she stared at the man opposite her. "You know?"
Snape crossed his arms, and his face was full of sarcasm. "Slytherin is always good at observation — and guessing."
"Then, you should know that Harry …"
"Why should I know? I'm not a fanatic of the savior. "
"But Harry …"
Snape was suddenly enraged. "Harry, Harry, Harry! Damn it! Everything revolves around him, huh? Because he's a Potter, because he's the one who survived, because he shines and attracts attention, because he's full of secrets, so everyone should pay attention to him? Sorry, sorry, I'm not a fanatic of the savior. I don't care who he is, and I don't care what he wants to do, and I don't want to know what he knows … "
"But you need him," Hermione blurted out.
Then she was glared at.
"Nothing." Gryffindor sometimes did not have the courage to face a furious Slytherin. "I just want to say, Professor Snape, Harry, he … has never changed his emotional state."
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