The Diary of Hermione 2
December 1, 1993
I really should have asked Professor Xavier for help earlier.
Instead of holding Harry's handwriting in her arms and feeling depressed alone.
After the venerable old man finished his sixth psychological counseling session with me.
I finally put down the burden of "possibly spreading panic."
He told him that Harry had left him with the words, "Wait for my news."
Of course, I also told him the fact that I hadn't heard from him for the whole month. It was just as everyone had expected.
The principal didn't blame me, but provided me with a new idea: Don't think about how normal people would leave me a message across time and space.
Think about what Harry would do.
This sentence obviously excluded Harry as a normal person, but it really made me feel good. Because these days, I have ruled out leaving a message, sending a letter, burying a space-time capsule, and other methods that I would use.
But nothing.
We had the following conversation:
"Harry likes to complicate problems."
"Think about it the other way around.
If such a message really exists, then he must have guaranteed that we would receive it. "
"Harry is also very happy to make things dramatic."
"To send a message from the past to the future,
Then it must be attached to something long-lasting or continuous, such as bloodlines, buildings, etc. "
"Harry skillfully uses various rhetorical techniques in daily life."
"And this message could not be interpreted by us until November 1993."
"So, this is a message conveyed through symbols that has only recently emerged."
Then we contacted Mr. Hank and asked him to find all the paper products (aka newspapers) that could be found in the markets of the United Kingdom and the United States from the end of October to the present. Mr. Hank was as capable as ever.
So before eight o'clock in the evening,
We saw the newspapers piled up like a camel mountain. We each chose a camel's hump and planned to read it all night!
December 3, 1993
Sorry, Harry.
You are too hateful. We (I,
Professor Xavier,
Mr. Hank, Senior Sister Qin, Red Robin, and Mr. Kent formed an impromptu reading group. They studied the camel humps without rest and knew that they would only finish reading today. In the end, they picked out five suspicious places.
Three of them were in New York City: a signing event in October, a premiere in November, and a museum that opened in December.
One was in London, and there was a concert by a British band in November. The other was in Swansea, and there was a football match in November.
I wanted to ask Mr. Kent why he thought Harry would be interested in football, but when I saw Connor, Joe, and Damian lining up behind him to travel to England, I dismissed the idea. After all, Harry was interested in Quidditch.
So, after the short meeting, Ron and Drac could go back to the UK with Mr. Kent, but I still decided to accompany Professor Xavier to New York. Now … let me sleep for a while …
December 4, 1993
How much I love Qin and her corn porridge! Seriously, since there aren't many straight people around me, why can't I be gay? She's smart, good-looking, and considerate. It would be better if Scott and Logan didn't follow her around. But who could explain why they were flirting with each other while glaring at each other covetously?
Another thing I don't understand is: Why did Ron and Drac tear down a bedroom when I woke up? And it wasn't their own bedroom, but Mr. Kent's. Mr. Kent's bedroom obviously wasn't as stormy as his. When I went to take a look while eating my porridge, it looked like it was ravaged by ten Damiens.
So, the gay jokes we could have made during breakfast couldn't be made. I could only watch as Ron and Drac sat at opposite ends of the table. The distance between the two of them was even farther than when they were in the Hogwarts Auditorium, and they made the same Gryffindor face.
After breakfast, Ron came to find me and asked me to go to England instead of him. I asked him why.
He said, "I don't know. Something's not right lately. Maybe there's something wrong with the rain. I don't want to fight with Drac. I don't want to at all. I'm not saying I'd rather fight with him! But whenever I see him, I get upset and my temper rises. You know, his aristocratic habits are sometimes quite annoying … Anyway, forget it. For the sake of both of us, please don't let the two of us be together for the time being! "
I didn't say anything. But, damn it, Ron Weasley was smarter than any of us could have hoped for.
Of course, I won't go to England for him. Neville will go instead. Drac seemed to want to find someone to throw a tantrum at, but Ron didn't explain. He joined the X-Factor team at some point and left Green Town with Quicksilver and Ace of Cards at noon.
We were supposed to leave in the afternoon, but Mayor Logan suddenly drove over and had a secret meeting with the principal and Mr. Wayne, so Mr. Kent's team left first.
December 7, 1993
The information Robin Team found was correct. There were abnormal signals active on both the east and west coasts. Although we didn't know if it had anything to do with our predicament, it was true that they ran into military forces. If it wasn't for the Nightwing's vigilance, one of our bases would have been exposed.
Principal Xavier and Mr. Wayne were busy redeploying manpower, so the last members of the New York trip were me, Percy, Hank and Natasha Romanov. I'm afraid that Miss Romanov's presence in our team isn't just for safety reasons. I'm guessing that she has some intelligence spying missions on her.
The atmosphere in NYC was tense. Our IDs were checked twice in the hotel, but our IDs were all produced by the Batcave. Other than our gender, there was no real information.
We didn't get to meet the best-selling author, so we went to interview the screenwriter of the movie. Miss Romanov's role as a reporter was much better than the actors in the movie. But we didn't get any useful information, and after watching a clip of the romantic movie, I was pretty sure it had nothing to do with Harry.
After that, Miss Romanov and Hank disguised themselves as a couple and went on the second mission. Percy and I strolled around the city. I went to the bookstore and bought four of the best-selling author's publications. I planned to read them carefully.
I didn't get nothing. At least I learned why the best-selling books were so popular.
Percy read quickly, and we each found something worth paying attention to:
I found that the author described an "incredible young man" in "The Pure Romance of Ancient Egypt". The magical details vaguely mentioned were similar to that of a wizard.
Percy thought that one of the author's works, "The Castle of Moonlight," described a mysterious castle that was similar to Hogwarts.
But to be honest, these two discoveries could be found in most fantasy best-sellers. It seemed that we would have to meet the author first.
December 8, 1993
We didn't get to meet the best-selling author today.
In order not to attract any attention, Percy, Natasha, Hank, and I split into two groups. We took the subway and the bus to the best-selling author's house respectively. However, a terrorist attack suddenly broke out on the road. Natasha immediately used her ear-ring communicator to contact us to return to the hotel where we were staying. But as soon as we arrived at the hotel, we found that there were many more guards in the hotel. Remembering our fake IDs, we immediately pretended to pass by.
After that, we lost contact with Natasha and Hank. We didn't know if they were okay. The sudden martial law in NYC also indicated that something had happened. Percy said that since we couldn't leave, we might as well stay and listen to the news. It was rare to see him Gryffindor like this. Interesting.
In the end, we pretended to be a couple who were eloping and checked into a small hotel. He slept on the floor.
We guessed that the terrorist attack and the abnormal signals on the east and west coasts had something to do with what we were investigating. In the end, we couldn't come to a conclusion.
I suddenly realized that I was indeed only 14 years old. There were many things that I didn't understand, and my teachers wouldn't tell me.
December 9, 1993
Thank God that Natasha and Hank were fine!
They contacted us early in the morning after they escaped safely. It turned out that Natasha was a hostage in order to save the innocent people on the bus. Although she managed to fight back, she was injured and attracted the attention of the police. They checked her ID at the hospital. Natasha had to knock out the policewoman who was watching her and climb out of the building to meet Hank.
Natasha's communicator was damaged in the explosion. Hank was with the police, so he didn't have a chance to contact us. After this thrilling experience, we also discovered that the authorities were indeed strengthening the investigation of unstable factors. Green Town was undoubtedly a big bomb.
Natasha and Hank planned to return to Green Town immediately to hand over the information to the principal. However, I was still thinking about the museum that opened on the 11th. It was likely that Harry wanted to pass on the information to us.
Natasha admitted that it was actually our priority, but she still insisted, "Hank can stay here. You are still children. Come back with me."
Percy was very embarrassed, "I've already graduated."
I prepared a better reason, "The Romanov agents have attracted the police's attention. Percy and I haven't shown up yet, so we should be safe. Moreover, Natasha, you are injured and can't move. How can you take us back? "
As long as it made sense, Natasha was generally willing to listen to our opinions. In the end, Hank and she returned to Green Town overnight. Percy and I stayed in New York to wait for the museum to open.
Before Natasha left, she specifically told us to be careful.
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