Black Fog.
The black fog was swirling in the wind.
There was a blurry figure in the black fog.
A blind young man stepped through the thorns. His clothes were ragged and his handsome face was mottled with blood, but there was a smile on his face.
A bleak smile.
The person in the fog was as petite as a girl, but had a hoarse voice.
— — You know you can't reverse the future, you can only get a dream.
— — I know.
— — But you still have to do it.
— — But I still have to do it.
When we pierce the thorns into our chests, we know it. We know it. But we still have to do it. We still pierce the thorns into our chests.
The man in the black fog laughed in a low voice. The laughter echoed in the fog and shattered in the cold wind. The fragments were like sharp blades that cut through the thick fog. One could vaguely see the bookshelves that stood like tombstones in the fog.
The petite figure in the fog came forward and took the young man's hand.
— — Come, follow me.
The mysterious person in the fog spoke cheerfully and led the young man through the maze of bookshelves. The young man stumbled as he followed. The black fog rolled and soon drowned the two of them.
Suddenly, a few books fell from the bookshelves. The pages flipped wildly in the wind and were quickly torn to shreds by the wind.
There seemed to be a sobbing song in the wind.
That night, Harry slept in Gryffindor Tower. Because the boys of Marvel Academy happened to occupy two dormitories, Harry enjoyed the super luxurious treatment of having one dormitory to himself. This was the first time Harry had experienced this since he was born. But when he slept on the big bed with a crimson flannel curtain, he was in no mood to be happy about it. The exhausted child fell asleep almost as soon as he laid down.
Maybe it was because he was too excited, or maybe it was because he had eaten too much last night, Harry had a strange dream. In his dream, he was running in a thick fog until he tripped over a book and fell into a dark abyss. At the bottom of the abyss, the hook-nosed professor was coldly turning his back on him. Harry saw the professor's mouth opening and closing as if he was saying something, but he couldn't hear it clearly. Suddenly, a green light flashed, and a gentle female voice sounded. Harry was instantly awakened and broke out in a cold sweat.
He found his glasses by the pillow and picked them up from the bed. Harry felt even colder. It was already 7: 40. If he remembered correctly, the first class in Hogwarts started at 8: 00.
With his high efficiency, Harry changed his clothes, brushed his teeth, and washed his face in ten minutes. He also set the schedule for today's class. He planned to attend Professor Mcgonagall's Transfiguration class for the first class. Firstly, he felt that Professor Mcgonagall was a serious and kind teacher. Secondly, he knew that this class would be attended by Gryffindor and Slytherin, which meant that he would be able to see Ron and Junior Malfoy.
Last night, Dumbledore personally sent Harry to the dormitory. On the way, he also explained to him that the 142 stairs in Hogwarts were very unique. They always changed their positions randomly and sent the students to various places at will. But Harry didn't expect them to be so capricious ten minutes before the class started!
Giving up, Harry simply crouched down in a place where there was no way out — no wall behind him, no way in — and no space in front of him. Yes, he had somehow walked halfway up the stairs. There was an oil painting hanging on the wall next to him. In the painting, a medieval woman was sewing clothes. She kindly told him, "This is the legendary Monday Stairs. It hates weekdays the most. Very few people will come here."
"I don't think probability means anything to me anymore." Harry looked up at the sky and saw a big man looking down at him.
"Hey, it's you!" Harry remembered this big guy. He helped him carry his luggage on the platform and rejected his candy. He was also an international student at DC Academy. Harry couldn't remember his name, but he still remembered his nickname. "Super Boy, it's me, Harry Potter!"
Connor Kent observed Harry's situation and was a little confused. "How did you get there?"
Another head popped out. When he saw Harry, he smiled. "It's you, unlucky boy."
Harry hit the ground with his head. "Do you have a way to get me out?"
After discussing it with Connor for a while, Calder said to Harry, "There's a way, but the Red Hood said that we can't damage the school building, or Batman will flip out."
Harry didn't know what time it was, but he was definitely late — late on the first day of school. He could already see Snape's cold and sarcastic face. Hmph, our famous people really have a lot of tricks up their sleeves.
A rope hung down and stopped at the tip of Harry's nose.
Harry looked up and saw Super Boy pulling at the other end of the rope and shouting at him, "Grab the rope."
At that moment, the altitude difference between Harry and Connor was about fifteen meters. Harry and his bag weighed about thirty-five kilograms. How strong would Connor's arms be enough to pull Harry up? In any case, Harry couldn't figure it out. He just swallowed and tied the rope to his armpits and waist. "I'm ready!"
Connor tugged at the rope, and when he felt that it was secure, he slowly pulled Harry up. Before long, Harry was able to reach the railing. Seeing that victory was in sight, Harry stared at Connor's hand, not daring to look down at all.
"Meow —" There was a sharp cat cry. Connor's hand shook, and Harry swayed on the rope.
Young Hero Hai, who was standing at the side, was also shocked. He turned around and saw an old cat that was as thin as a matchstick and had dark gray fur standing in a corner with its back hunched. Its bulbous eyes were staring at them.
"Shh …" Young Hero Hai turned around to coax the cat, and Connor hurriedly pulled Harry up.
Harry flipped over the railing and adjusted his eyes. The first thing he said wasn't thanks, but "Run!"
"What?" The two boys didn't understand.
The old cat glanced at Harry and continued to scream. It was obvious that it wanted to complain.
Harry pulled the two of them and ran. At the same time, he explained, "When Dumbledore sent me back yesterday, he said … Madam Loris, which is this cat, was raised by the administrator, Mr. Filch. If we want to cause trouble in school or go on a night tour, we must hide far away from Madam Loris. If she sees us, Mr. Filch will definitely appear in less than two minutes."
After turning a few corners, Harry stopped when he felt that he could no longer hear Madam Loris's screams. He held his thigh and panted.
Connor's face wasn't red and he wasn't panting, but he had a question. "You mean, your principal taught you how to cause trouble and go on a night tour in school?"
Calder was also very calm. "Our alien principal isn't that interesting, but … why do we have to run? We didn't violate any Hogwarts school rules, did we? "
Harry was stunned for a moment, and then he was dumbfounded. Right, what they were doing just now couldn't be considered a violation of school rules, right? No matter how he looked at it, it was the students of the two schools helping each other.
"Ahem," Harry forced himself to suppress the embarrassment on his face and turned to ask Connor, "Where did you get this rope?"
Connor glanced at the rope that was still tied to Harry and said, "I just saw an oil painting of someone hanging himself."
"And then?" Harry had a bad idea.
"Then I asked him if he could lend it to me. He said okay."
Harry untied the rope and stuffed it into Connor's hand. He said indifferently, "Destroying school property — this is against the school rules."
The three of them walked together to the fourth floor before parting. Harry had to continue with his transformation class, while Connor and Calder claimed that they were going to help with the construction of the new building. Harry was puzzled. "They just started talking about it yesterday, and they're already starting work today?"
Calder smiled. "They started two hours ago."
Harry thanked the two big boys and continued to look for the classroom according to the information. Fortunately, he didn't encounter any mischievous people on the stairs. Soon he saw the door of the classroom. Unfortunately … there was only one door, which meant that he couldn't sneak in from the back door.
Harry stood at the door for a while. When Professor Mcgonagall finished a paragraph and stopped, he braced himself and knocked on the door. "Reporting to the professor!"
Professor Mcgonagall paused and looked at Harry.
The students, who had been whispering or concentrating on their communications, stopped and looked back at Harry.
Harry blushed and said again, "Sorry, I'm late."
Professor Mcgonagall's serious expression became serious. Every wrinkle was written with warning. "Maybe I should turn Harry Potter into an alarm clock so that he can remember the time?"
"Professor, I'm lost …" Harry saw Professor Mcgonagall's expression and immediately changed his words. "Maybe you should turn me into a map."
Many students laughed. Professor Mcgonagall pursed her lips and said calmly, "Come in and sit down."
"Thank you, professor!" Harry breathed a sigh of relief and quickly sat in a corner with his backpack. He took out his textbook and wand and asked the person next to him, "Where is the professor?"
"She just talked about the principle of transformation of objects. She hasn't taught the spell yet." The boy next to him said, "Hey, buddy, you were so cool just now."
"Thanks for the compliment … Hey, you!" Harry suddenly found a boy with green skin sitting next to him. If he remembered correctly, he should be an international student from DC Academy. "Beast Boy?"
"Beast Boy!" The boy immediately corrected him. "Garfield Logan. I remember you, Harry Potter. "
Harry hurriedly put his hands together and apologized.
"Boys, stop fooling around. Professor Mcgonagall is coming." The green-skinned girl next to Garfield whispered.
Professor Mcgonagall came to distribute the matches, but she still gave the two boys a warning look. "In this class, we'll practice turning matches into needles. The first student to complete it will add five points to his school."
Harry raised his hand and asked, "Professor, what if … I mean, what if I complete it? Will there be extra points? "
"… Let's talk about it after you complete it."
Harry looked at Professor Mcgonagall's back sadly. "The professor doesn't seem to like me."
Garfield was an honest boy. "She doesn't have any reason to like you either."
Harry poked the match with his little wand. "Professor Mcgonagall doesn't like me. Professor Snape doesn't like me. The Dursley family doesn't like me. Sorting Hat doesn't like me either …"
"Potter, your wand?!" A Slytherin girl sitting in front of Harry was accidentally poked twice by Harry. She was about to turn around and scold him when she saw the wand in Harry's hand.
Harry shook the wand and smiled innocently. "What's wrong with my wand?"
The girl's mouth twitched. "I thought it was a pencil."
In less than ten minutes, the news that Harry Potter, the savior of the magic world, used a baby's wand spread throughout the school within a day. Harry walked out of the Transfiguration classroom and on his way to the cafeteria, he heard a lot of people talking about it.
"Hey, that's Harry Potter!"
"It's pretty ordinary. What's wrong?"
"How is it ordinary? Can an ordinary person use a baby's wand? Can an ordinary person … eat so much in one meal? "
Harry was starving. He hadn't eaten breakfast, and after running around all morning, he was famished. When he saw the sumptuous lunch at Hogwarts, he immediately swept it all away, scaring the lightning kid to no end.
Yes, Harry was still sitting with the international students. Although he wanted to say hello to Ron, Drac, or even Hermione, when he and Garfield walked to the table together, he didn't have the desire to take another step.
Who cares? Let's eat first. Harry put a few more sausages on the plate and rubbed his stomach. He felt that he should be full after finishing these.
At this time, he found that the international students from the two schools were not all here. For example, Spiderman Peter Parker from Marvel Academy was not here, nor was the winged angel. There were also a few empty seats at DC Academy. Connor and Calder, who saved him in the morning, were not there. Looking at the teachers' table, the heads of the two schools were not there, and even Snape was not there.
Harry blankly asked Kronos who happened to be sitting next to him, "Why are there so many people missing?"
Kronos yawned lazily and listlessly poked at the potato in front of him. "Bam … cough, Baines took Peter and Pietro to move bricks. Warren thought it was interesting and went to watch. Côte was worried about Warren, so he went too."
Wally sighed. "I also took time off from the construction site to come back. Jason wouldn't let Connor and Calder go. He said they were strong workers."
Harry remembered Calder's words in the morning and said in surprise, "You guys really started working!"
Wally pointed at the people opposite him. "Their vice-principal is too efficient. After receiving the news last night, he transferred the funds. Our principal didn't want to be left behind. He asked Hai Mei to dig the foundation in the middle of the night."
Harry was stunned. It took him a while to digest what Wally said. "You mean … Blue Beetle didn't sleep last night and finished digging the foundation?"
Kronos yawned again. "Yeah … Kajda (the name of the scarab behind Blue Beetle. It can transform into a variety of weapons) is really useful …"
"You sneaked out in the middle of the night, right?" Harry looked at Kronos speechlessly and nodded. No wonder he looked like he didn't get enough sleep.
From Wally's tone, this group of extraordinary students seemed to want to build the building with their own strength. Harry found it interesting just thinking about it. He then heard Wally ask Kronos, "Are you still going to watch in the afternoon?"
Kronos shook his head. "I've seen enough. I'm going to catch up on my sleep later. Then I'll go to the Hogwarts history class."
Wally was already full. He even packed a few portions for his friends at the construction site. He was stunned for a moment when he saw Harry looking at him. Then he smiled. "Harry, do you want to go with me?"
Harry naturally wanted to go, but he was going to take a spell class in the afternoon. After thinking about it, Harry took out Dumbledore's information from his robe pocket. After flipping through two pages, he made up his mind. "I want to go and take a look." There was a spell class on Wednesday with Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. Harry could go to that class.
The new building was not connected to Hogwarts Castle. Instead, it was built on a piece of grassland with a gentle slope outside the castle. Harry was a little confused when he followed Wally there. "Isn't that a bit far?" he asked.
When he saw the half-finished building, he suddenly realized that it was no wonder they wanted to build a building on this empty land! This was not the dormitory building he had imagined at all! In Harry's expectation, since a dormitory could be built with a dozen people, it would be nothing more than a small two-story dormitory. But what was in front of him was clearly a big villa!
The Martian Hunter and Phoenix were using their mental power to control various building materials to transport them to the construction site. Quicksilver was running around the building with the framework already built. Nova was using energy waves to weld steel bars in mid-air. Connor and the other warriors were … conscientiously moving bricks and painting cement. Harry looked around and did not see Peter. He then looked to the side — Peter was hanging on the side painting a wall.
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