It didn't take long to get this list,
In fact..,
The next morning..,
Snape received a text message stuffed through the crack of the door,
Then, after breakfast, he drove Harry, who had a sudden tonsillitis incident, to the town hospital.
Because of the continuous heavy rain, it wasn't easy to come to the town hospital these days,
The townspeople, who were used to carrying through minor illnesses like colds, felt a little uneasy from the strange phenomenon and came to the professionals to seek reassurance. The hospital hall was wet with rainwater.
Mccoy wasn't in charge of that area,
So when Harry and Snape pushed the door open, they only saw him playing crossword puzzles out of boredom,
Charles and Erik were standing side by side in front of the window, enjoying the rain.
Seeing the two of them walk in,
Mccoy immediately put down the newspaper and looked at Harry with shining eyes. "You're here? Do you want an injection or an infusion? How many bottles of medicine do you want? "
Harry quickly hid behind Snape,
He poked his head out and said, "No, I want to give up treatment!" Naturally, his voice was clear,
Without a hoarse voice.
Mccoy suddenly showed a disappointed expression.
Charles and Erik turned around,
They smiled and greeted Snape. The four of them sat down opposite each other,
Mccoy also put away his indecent look and whispered to nurse Scali to come over and tell her to help keep the wind out. The curtains didn't need to be drawn. Firstly, no one would stroll in the garden in this kind of weather,
Secondly, it could prevent people from eavesdropping and peeping.
There was no more small talk,
Charles directly placed the information he had found on the table,
While Snape browsed, he explained, "They have obviously set their sights on me, the principal. I didn't even find any information about these students applying for leave from the school at the security office..."
Harry leaned over to Snape to read the information and asked, "Then how did you get this list?"
Charles curled his lips. "I sent out a questionnaire yesterday afternoon, saying that we need to change the students' uniforms because of the abnormal weather, and we need to calculate the height and weight of all the students."
Naturally, the students who were "on leave" could not submit the questionnaire, and Charles could use this list to find out the specific information of each student.
Of course, some of these students would be absent due to illness, and that would require Harry, who had interacted with the Seabbian King before, to identify him. However, Harry had only seen the Seabbian King in his self-made uniform at the Christmas ball, so Charles doubted how Harry would be able to identify him.
However, Harry quickly pulled out the files of a few students. "These students should be either the Haibian King himself or his companions."
"Dave Lezeski, Aaron Johnson, and Mark Miller?" Charles picked up the photos of the students and looked at them. "How can you tell?"
Harry picked up the documents on the side and arranged their transcripts, psychological counseling reports, and book reports in order. "Average grades, because they tend to be biased; weak interpersonal skills, ostracized by mainstream students, almost unable to converse with girls; and a rather rich imagination. If you ask me, there is no more obvious otaku than this. "
The four older men touched their noses at the same time, feeling that they were still too far away from the world of young people.
Charles cleared his throat and picked up the three documents to read again. He looked up and said, "I'll contact Wayne. Maybe Nightwing can help find out the situation of these students."
"No." The one who spoke was Magneto, who had been silent with his arms crossed.
"Why?"
"Dick Grayson has been suspended from the police force." Erik paused for a moment and looked at the others. "Someone reported him for being too close to Bruce Wayne."
Everyone was silent. After a moment, Harry frowned and asked curiously, "With the ability of the tycoon Bruce Wayne, he should be able to suppress this matter, right?" That was the powerful Batman, and this was just a small town's police force.
Erik's lips twitched. "If it was the original Wayne, not to mention a small town's police force, even that bullsh * t Stabilization Act could be suppressed. Of course, Charles can do the same, but now … Firstly, there's no need, and secondly, it's indeed more troublesome than before."
Harry pondered for a moment. Did Erik mean that there was no need to let Dick continue to be a police officer, or that there was no need to let Dick continue to be a Nightwing? Then, he cautiously didn't make a choice.
Charles frowned. He had also just heard the news. He said, "Batman is being watched closely, so let the X-Men investigate this matter. The Stabilization Act doesn't stipulate the punishment for this situation, but I think, after all, it's just a few students. At most, they'll be locked up … "
Snape secretly shook his head when he heard that. Then, he heard Harry say, "If it's just a few sophomores, at most, they'll be locked up and given a verbal warning …"
Charles was stunned, and then his eyes darkened. "Are you saying?"
Harry shrugged. "I'm saying that this is Green Town, where the Stabilization Act has just been issued to crack down on the masked vigilantes. The police officers may not just treat Dave and the others as sophomores, but try to get the list of accomplices from them, and then catch all the vigilantes in one fell swoop …"
Snape added, "And they may already be prepared for their accomplices to rescue them."
"So, set a trap …" Charles rubbed the space between his eyebrows. "Then we need to come up with a more complete plan …" He wasn't Mind Reader now, and the children under him weren't the real "X-Men." He couldn't let them take risks.
Mccoy, who had been listening to the whole conversation, saw the four of them frowning at each other and couldn't help but interject. "Well, Charles, when the time restarts next month, those children should have been released, right?" So, was it that important to rescue them?
Mccoy didn't ask the second half of the sentence, but it was obvious that everyone understood, and their expressions became more solemn.
Since everything could be restarted, was there any meaning to what they had done in the Time Ring? This question had been lingering in everyone's minds, and in order to avoid answering the moral dilemma that came with answering it, they chose not to answer and just tried to maintain their original lives as much as possible.
But Harry knew that this was a question that Nihon had thrown at him alone. As long as the time ring was still there, sooner or later, people trapped in time would eventually lose the meaning of life, and then reality would collapse, and Nihon would come.
I can't play this game with him … Harry bit his thumb and asked in a subtle and awkward atmosphere, "Professor Xavier, have the Tadis been fixed?"
Charles and Erik looked at each other and found themselves in another moral dilemma: should they let a child take the risk to save the world?
But Snape looked at him and replied, "Bruce Wayne is doing the final safety test. If nothing goes wrong, he can leave the day after tomorrow."
Harry was a little surprised, then he looked down and calculated the time, nodded and said, "That should be enough time."
Charles frowned slightly and said, "Harry, you seem to have your own plan?"
"Indeed." Harry smiled and said, "Professor Xavier, I'm afraid I'll need to borrow some people from you."
Charles exhaled and said, "How much?"
"All of them."
"… Can I know what you need them to do?"
Harry looked at the principal with great sincerity and said, "Put up a small advertisement."
"…"
Fortunately, before Charles completely lost his composure, Harry used practical actions to explain that "putting up a small advertisement" was just a rhetorical device. In the next two days, Harry restarted his team called "Underground Publishing House." That afternoon, a manuscript written by Harry and illustrated by Ron was printed.
Charles received a sample issue and found that it was a short story of more than 10,000 words. It told the story of the "King of Flatlands." In a city without superheroes, an ordinary high school student full of fantasy put on his handmade tights and tried to fight crime. He didn't have superpowers or extraordinary skills, but in the process of doing justice, he met a partner with the same intention …
To be fair, Charles would say that this was an unrealistic story, but he knew that in Green High School, there were such ordinary and fantastical students — and they were likely to go to jail because of it.
Naturally, Harry didn't know the real story of the "King of Flatlands," but he knew what kind of story people were willing to believe, so he wrote the story full of melodrama. In other words, it was full of provocation.
"You borrowed the X-Men from me because you want them to help you distribute this story?" Charles somewhat understood Harry's intentions.
Harry thought for a moment, then shook his head. "It can be more thorough."
The next day, in the basement of Château Xavier, the three printers worked non-stop for the whole day. The printed stories were taken away in batches by the X-Men, Robin, and Mystery's friends. Mystery himself wasn't present. He was in the basement of Wayne Manor, which was the Batcave, admiring the new Tadis.
After being repaired, the Tadis clearly had the support of Batman's black technology. They looked a lot more beautiful — the rocket launchers on the four corners had been changed to built-in ones, and they were much sturdier. Also, Harry guessed that Batman had made minor adjustments to the length, width, and height of the Tadis to make them more in line with the golden ratio.
While Harry was examining the Tadis' skills, Bruce was standing in front of a huge electronic display screen. The screen was divided into windows that showed the various districts of Green Town. At that moment, masked vigilantes had been sent to almost every district. They had only one thing to do: use the story of the "King of Flatlands" to cover Batman's arrest warrant or the slogan of the "Stabilization Decree" …
Such a large-scale operation naturally attracted the attention of the police. But unfortunately, just as they were about to send the police officers to stop it, the police station's phone exploded with calls.
"Hello, 911? There's a gang fight next to my house! When are you coming? Where do I live? I live in a dark alley in the West End … "
"Hello? Police station? Someone come, there's a fight in the two shops below my house! It's not about eating and dashing, it's a bar and a dojo … "
"Hello? Police station, right? Are you going to do anything? Someone wants to tear down my shop. Are you going to send the police? Who wants to tear down my shop? It's the dojo across the street! "
While the police officers were busy, the masked men who had completed their mission had already retreated in an organized and disciplined manner, and then quietly moved closer to Wayne Manor.
At the same time, Harry opened his pocket watch, took out the worn timeline, and tied it to the activation device.
On the side, Wade Wilson was saying goodbye to Pete. The little Spider-Man still didn't remember anything, but after witnessing the night's action on the screen, Pete was inexplicably excited. He grabbed Wade and said, "I still don't know what you're doing, but I guess it's something awesome!"
Wade grinned and rubbed Little Qing's hair. "So don't worry, I'll be back … Even if I'm cut into pieces, I'll crawl back ~ Let Little Pete put me back together ~"
"What about turning into mud?" Harry waited for a long time, only to see Deadpool and Spider-Man reluctantly say goodbye, while Snape stood next to them without even saying goodbye. He couldn't help but feel suffocated. Too embarrassed to rush Snape, he complained about Deadpool.
In the end, Wade thought for a moment and looked at Pete affectionately. "Then Pete will have to bury me in the ground. Next spring, maybe more Wade will grow up and love Little Pete together …"
So, Wade was personally kicked into the Tadis by his Little Pete.
There was still only one seat in the Tadis, so Wade could only fasten his seatbelt and steady himself against the back of the chair. Seeing him fasten his seatbelt, Harry gestured for Batman to open the skylight on the top of the Bat Cave.
Wayne pressed a button, and the skylight opened, and raindrops quickly fell.
Snape glanced at him. "Then I'll leave the rest to you and Professor Xavier."
Batman was wearing a uniform, so he only hummed coolly.
Snape nodded in the same profound manner and walked in the direction of the Tadis. Harry thought that the Potions Professor had finally remembered to say goodbye to him. He was about to stir up some emotions, when Snape stepped in and closed the door. "Let's go."
"… Where to?"
Snape did a quick calculation and said, "2043."
Dumbfounded, Harry pointed at himself and Deadpool, who was watching the show. "Me and him. Let's go to 2043."
Snape frowned. "Do I look like an Alzheimer's patient who took the wrong bus?"
"Of course not!" Harry came back to his senses and understood Snape's plan. "But Professor, we discussed it before. Only Deadpool and I won't die in the space-time storm or attract Nihon's attention …"
"You won't die?" Snape didn't even look at Harry. He observed the buttons on the console one by one and guessed their purpose.
"I …" Harry choked for a moment before he repeated, "I won't die."
"Then I won't either." Snape gestured for Wade to squeeze in a little, then gripped the back of the chair to steady himself. He lowered his head and patted Harry on the head. "So why aren't you setting off? For your procrastination, Gryffindor will deduct ten points, Potter. "
There was a cold smile on Snape's face, but there was no smile on Harry's face at all. So, one of them lowered his head and the other looked up, and they were in a deadlock.
It wasn't until Deadpool began to cough impatiently, and Batman knocked on the window to ask if they had encountered some kind of malfunction that Harry finally opened his mouth to deny it, and then forced himself to do something useless. "Professor, you don't have to come with us …"
Snape was expressionless. "I'm the director of Slytherin." He pressed down on Harry's head and forced him to look at the console. "We might not pursue justice, but we care about fairness. So, don't try to deceive me. And, let's go."
After a long time, Harry still gave in under the pressure and temperature above his head. "Aye, Captain.
Slytherin！”
So, on this chaotic and rainy night, the residents of Green Town were destined to not sleep well. After being disturbed by the sirens, an astonishingly strong light radiated from the edge of town. The children in uniforms around Wayne Manor witnessed the strange scene of Tadis rising into the air, spinning, and then tearing a crack in the air that was filled with white light before it was rolled into a vortex.
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