So where is Harry now? He is really in the eyes of the children.
1880.
A small city called Upton in the State of Wisconsin in the United States ushered in another long summer.
Maybe it was an illusion,
Or maybe it was because the unknown traveling circus was passing by.
This summer seemed hotter than usual. The vagrants, who were dressed in dirty and gaudy clothes, were mumbling English with a heavy accent.
They mingled with Northern European immigrants who actively made a living and turned this small Midwestern town into a thriving business.
Eric Wise also came to the New World on a ship with his parents.
He was born into an Eastern European Jewish family with many children.
When Mr. Wise first arrived in New York, he didn't even know English. But his father, with the Jewish spirit of integration in his blood, quickly grabbed a fellow countryman who was one step ahead of him in adapting to the new world. With his help, the family moved to Upton. Soon, he found himself a rabbi who was good at giving speeches and conducting ceremonies.
The young Arix was less interested in the changes in the environment around him.
He quickly got used to this almost idyllic life.
He spent a lot of his time exploring parks and forests. In the rough training space,
Eric showed the first signs of an athlete's extraordinary ability. It is difficult to ascertain whether Mr. Wise expected his son to become a professional athlete in addition to his severe reprimand.
Because starting this summer,
Eric's life took a huge turn for the worse. On an ordinary afternoon with nothing to do, Eric, who was less than seven years old, was accidentally pushed to the periphery of the circus by the traffic and the crowd.
He wanted to take a look at the clown through the gap between the waists of the crowd,
But he was attracted by a man in tights. The man climbed to a small platform twenty feet high.
He walked past the taut rope between two pillars.
Arish heard someone in the crowd discussing his name: Gene Weitzman. For the first time, he was moved by the sacrifice of his life. When Gene even pretended to fall in the air, Eric almost thought he was going to die.
But the acrobat, who had tears painted under his eyes, lowered his center of gravity with a long curved pole.
He slowly walked across the rope and became little Wise's hero. That afternoon, Zeon also performed a stunt of hanging from a rope with his teeth. His companions either bulged their lungs to break the chains around them, or escaped from a set of bondage clothes that were hanging upside down in three and a half minutes. A bizarre world unfolded before the boy's eyes, and it was enough to make him marvel and yearn for it.
After Jean's traveling circus left Upton — these small troupes rarely stayed in one place for more than a week — for the first time, Ariel found a rope and tied it between two trees at a suitable distance behind her yard. She broke off a branch and used it to imitate balance. Then he fell hard to the ground and was found by his brother, Theo.... and his brother's scream attracted their mother. Eric's first acrobatic attempt..
But the two new members of the Wise family entangled Mrs. Wise. In the vast world where she had no time to be distracted, Ariel mastered the technique of walking on the rope through repeated struggles. Then he began to try hanging with his teeth. This was much more difficult than he had imagined. He had no idea that Weitzman had used a mouthguard when performing this stunt. Ariesh fell off the rope again and lost a few front teeth.
When he got up from the dust, looking at his bloody baby teeth on the ground and worrying about how to explain it to Mrs. Wise, he heard the sound that he would miss for the rest of his life.
It sounded like there were transparent strings vibrating in the air, and it also sounded like the strange mechanical sound he heard when he ran past the factory's outer wall. Ariel also found that the rhythm of the sound was synchronized with his breathing. While he was breathing rapidly, the strange-looking blue box appeared in the air and smashed right in front of him. It was only a finger's distance away from his baby teeth that had just died.
Then there was a scream from the box — "Merlin's flowery trousers, I hope we didn't smash Harry Houdini to death!"
The astute Eric subconsciously took a few steps back with his hands on the ground.
The door of the blue box opened, and a black-haired, green-eyed teenager strode out. He looked no more than fifteen years old, but he was wearing a loose suit and a brightly patterned thick tie. His hair was neatly gelled and covered with a slightly funny flat round top hat. But the teenager with exaggerated clothes had a lively face. He squatted down and looked at Eric for a while. Then he was surprised to find a few teeth on the ground. He quickly reached out and picked them up. Without looking back, he asked the other person leaning against the door behind him, "Professor, do you have medicine?"
The professor had medicine, and he deeply felt that this kid was sick.
Taking the magic potion bottle from Snape, Harry smiled and waved to Eric, "Come here, don't you feel pain? Your name is Eric, right? You prefer me to call you Erik — but this name doesn't seem very pleasant. "
Eric didn't go over. Instead, he held out a hand and motioned Harry to return the teeth to him.
Harry didn't. He looked at the hand in front of him that was scratched by the rope and the bark for a while. He took out his "sonic screwdriver" from his pocket and cast a primary healing spell.
Zeon Weitzman's rope stunt had amazed Alich, but the mysterious boy who walked out of the blue box had shocked Alich with a mixture of fear. The boy pulled back his healed hand and held it behind his back. He stared at the green-eyed boy and asked, "What is this?"
Harry thought for a moment and replied, "Magic."
Eric Weitzman, who was only seven years old, had a thin and delicate face. When he opened his eyes, he showed an almost urgent sense of desire. When he came to the inevitable winter of his life, he would vaguely find that his childhood was not as peaceful as he thought at the time. Since leaving his birthplace in Hungary, the boy who used to be Erik had been wandering. There were always too many children at home, and his parents never paid enough attention to him. Food was almost always scarce. He learned to adapt to the barren new world before he could understand it, until another world full of magic opened to him.
With the help of Harry, Alric swallowed the pungent potion, and then the green-eyed boy carefully helped him "stick" his teeth back. Not long after, Alric reached out and pinched his front teeth, finding that they seemed to be stronger than before they fell off. At the same time, Harry helped him to treat some of the other wounds on his body.
"Can you do it?" Eric asked, "Like that man, hanging upside down on the rope."
Harry cupped his chin and looked at the rough rope. "You're learning this … If it's hanging upside down, I can do it, but how about we do something more exciting?"
In the black-robed man's bored expression, Harry ran back to the blue box. After a while, he took out a broom and waved to Ariel, "Come here!"
Eric pulled the stiff little Weitzman onto the broom and cast a Phantom Spell on both of them. Gryffindor's ball seeker kicked the ground and the broom rose steadily into the air. It was higher than the rope pulled up by Eric, higher than the two trees that supported the rope, higher than the tallest bell tower in Upton... The combination of ecstasy and surprise made the boy feel dizzy.
Harry held him up so that he could overlook the whole town. He said in a brisk tone, "Look, this town is much smaller than you think, right?"
As if an inflated heart that was beating wildly was pierced and then returned to calmness, the dizzy Arix could see even further than the horizon in an instant. The young ambition precipitated into a seed that took root in the stinging pain.
He seemed to remember asking, "Who are you?" and, "Where are you from?"
The green-eyed teenager glided the broom over Upton and said calmly, "My name is Harry. I come from the other side of the ocean and the other side of the world, which belongs to the realm of magic. Many people can't find it in their whole life, but it has always been there and has never been forgotten. From time to time, it reveals itself to people. When a clown walks on the rope, when a child walks on the rope... You can see it, can't you? "
In the summer of 1880, Eric Weitzman saw magic.
A week after the blue box left with a roar, Eric learned how to make a mouthguard for himself. When the next summer came, Weitzman lost his believer. The family was once again at the mercy of the world. They almost became nomads. Poverty and hunger forced all the boys in the family to go out and make a living. Eric's interest in rope tricks was diverted from his wandering on the streets. He became obsessed with locks. When he was eleven, he opened all the shops on the street with a small button hook. Then he learned how to unlock handcuffs at the police station. On the morning of his twelfth birthday, he left home with the American cavalry as a shoeshine. At that time, he was called Harry White. Harry White became a magician in New York. He joined and left various small groups. He read books and learned card tricks and coin tricks easily. When he was seventeen, he finally became Harry Houdini.
In the years that followed, Harry Houdini lost some family members and gained a love. In 1895, Houdini joined a small troupe from California. On his way to tour with the troupe, he met the Keaton family in a dirty and noisy motel. At that time, he was drinking on the first floor. In the blink of an eye, he saw a little boy of two or three years old standing at the top of the stairs looking at him in a daze. He didn't even notice that he had stepped on air. After rolling down the stairs, Houdini was frightened. The little boy frowned and lay on the floor in a daze.
Houdini got up and helped the child up. After patting him for a while, he found that he was unscathed and had an extremely serious little face. He couldn't help but laugh. "What a sturdy child!"
"Buster?" Mrs. Keaton, who was walking to the top of the stairs, was shocked when she heard the words. She made eye contact with Houdini, who seemed to have sensed something downstairs.
A tightly chained metal box and a letter were finally handed to Houdini by the Keatons.
In 1913, Houdini escaped from the water dungeon under the watchful eyes of the public. People began to call him the world's most outstanding "escape master." The following year, World War I broke out. Harry Houdini's name gradually faded from public view and appeared in some files that shouldn't be consulted.
After the war, Houdini found that the strong boy who had fallen all the way down the stairs was active in the new art of the silver screen. He always wore a suit that didn't seem to fit him well and a slightly funny flat top hat. His expressionless face amused a world that hoped to heal from its wounds.
The letter had been burned many years ago, but every letter was branded in Houdini's mind. As he approached the last few years of his life, he began to recall all the magical moments he had seen in his life. Escaping death again and again, old Wise's hand on his head before he died, Bess's (Mrs. Houdini's) soft lips … He remembered that he had been buried alive by the Germans. When he climbed out of the ground, he saw a few small white flowers in front of the grave. Then he remembered that summer when he was seven years old, he had fallen from a rope hanging from his mouth and lost several milk teeth. Someone had mended them for him, and they had been with him for decades.
On October 24, 1926, Houdini's troupe arranged a series of performances for him in Detroit. He agreed in silence, and then his side began to ache. That evening, as he sat in the lobby of his hotel, reading a newspaper, three burly young men came toward him. One of them punched him directly in the stomach. No one knew who they were or where they came from.
Houdini found himself doubled over in pain. His voice trembled with pain.
"You shouldn't have done this," he said.
Then he slowly stood up and left the lobby.
At the opening night of the Garrick Theater in Detroit, the full house was on tenterhooks waiting for the late magician, and found him clumsy and restless. When he began to perform his card trick, a fellow magician in the audience threw his own magic cards onto the stage. Houdini gingerly picked up the cards and completed the trick with them, eliciting laughter from the audience.
As the curtain fell on the first act, Houdini collapsed, his body temperature reaching 104 degrees.
A doctor advised him to go to the hospital immediately. He refused.
"I need to finish this performance." Just this performance.
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