[Comprehensive British and American] Fulian Hotel

Harry, Tony, and Steve stood on the ground and looked at each other. There was no longer damp grass under their feet, but a piece of soft, crisp grass.

Tony looked up, the sun was shining brightly, the spring breeze was warm, and there was a peaceful scene everywhere. The sun shone through the shade of the trees and cast warm spots on the ground. It was obvious that they were no longer in the Forbidden Forest. He looked at the pocket watch in his hand : "Really, so amazing?"

Harry snatched it back angrily and hid it in his pocket, circling anxiously: "How could you do this, Voldemort is still there! Merlin, what if they find Ron ..."

"Okay ok, stop circling, man, I thought I was watching a circus tour, your friend will be fine, Voldemort is looking for you, he won't spend too much time on your friend , and Hulk and the others are not for decoration, don’t worry.” Tony waved his hand casually, “Aren’t you going to come back to find the diary? It’s just that the time has come a little earlier.”

Harry freaks out: "But I don't even know what year we're back in now!"

"Maybe it's the time you want?"

"Impossible!" Harry pointed at Hogwarts, which looked extremely dazzling under the pouring sunlight, "We were already at war with Voldemort when Ginny lost the diary. Kind of... new?" Harry was stunned as he spoke, and he stepped forward to touch the outer wall he was very familiar with. He remembered that when he was in the first grade, the twins had played a prank on this corner and left an irreparable small corner. A trace of graffiti, for which they were chased by Mrs. Weasley's shouting letter for three days.

But now, that wall is extremely smooth, leaving no trace of it.

"What..." Harry was dumbfounded.

Suddenly a strange voice sounded in their ears, the voice was somewhat gloomy: "Who are you?"

The sound came from above, and there was only a small forest around.

Tony raised his head. It turned out that there was a person sitting on the tree trunk. The other person jumped down from the tree. The person looked tall and thin, with black hair and black eyes. His curly and messy long hair was randomly tied in a knot behind his head. Holding a black magic book, he looked at Tony and the others and snorted coldly, looking very difficult to get along with.

When Tony saw him for the first time, he thought of another magician, with black hair and green eyes, mean and sinister, but Loki, the God of Asgard, was much more arrogant and arrogant than the man in front of him. With the posture of a king, although it seems to Tony that the other party is more like bullying, Sol really spoiled him.

The person in front of him was also pale and thin, but maybe because of his youth, he was more restrained.

"Teach...teach..." Harry pointed at the other party in horror, his jaw was about to drop, "Professor?!! Professor Snape?!"

"What?" The younger version of Snape frowned slightly, and asked, "Who are you?"

But before Tony and the others spoke, Snape's expression changed slightly, and just as he was about to turn around and leave, he heard someone shouting arrogantly: "Aha, snotlite, where are you going?"

The speaker wore glasses, had black hair disheveled, and hazel eyes flashed witty and sly light. He spoke with a terrific arrogance: "Are you scared when you see us?"

The boy with dark gray eyes standing next to him laughed, he was very handsome, but he spoke with a teenage arrogance and childishness: "Of course, James, you didn't see that he was about to run away ?"

The young Snape took back the steps he had already taken, folded his arms, and said in a mocking tone: "I just think that instead of wasting time with you, I might as well read two magic books, at least when I look at their faces, Not nauseating."

The three stared at each other, and the atmosphere seemed to be on the verge of breaking out.

Harry, who was standing on the sidelines, pinched Tony's arm and it was turning blue. Tony cried out in pain, "Mr. Savior, please have something to say!"

"Fuck, I must be dreaming." Harry muttered to himself, pinching harder, "I won't even hurt!"

"Dare you fucking try to pinch yourself?" Tony scolded.

Harry completely ignored him. Now he was galloping through his heart like ten thousand muddy horses. He was in a bad mood. He couldn't be blamed for this. Any normal person would feel broken when he saw the scene in front of him.

After all, it was his professor, his godfather, and his father who stood in order in front of him! ps, they are all versions that look the same age as me!Harry was dizzy for a while, they did come back, but they came back too far! !He went straight back to before he was born, hey! !

What is he going to say? ?Dad, long time no see?What a coincidence to see you here?

Harry is still trying to accept the reality here, and the quarrel on the other side has intensified. James directly took out his wand: "Everything is petrified!"

Snape would dodge within his expected range, but to his surprise, it was not Snape who blocked his magic with one blow, but the stranger just now.

Harry also seemed to be taken aback for a moment, he was purely a conditioned reflex, and now he realized who he was helping to block the magic attack, so he withdrew his hand embarrassingly.

Prongs seemed to have only now noticed that there were other people present, and he glanced at Harry. "Who are you?"

The corners of Harry's mouth twitched, hey, I'm your unborn son.

"Uh, hello...I'm Harry, we...we're transfer students today!"

******

Maybe they are really father and son. Although James didn't have a good impression of Harry at first, the relationship between the two has improved by leaps and bounds. Harry entered the organization in one morning and quickly developed a deep comrade-in-arms. He hooked his shoulders and put his back together, talking about the happiness of the goddess Lily in his heart, ignoring Harry's forehead twitching from time to time, it was still very harmonious.

Tony raised his eyebrows with interest. He thought this scene was really interesting. He walked carelessly in the corridor, not even noticing how conspicuous his head-to-toe golden-red armor was. Almost all the students All whispering.

He has seen the system quest, the quest to support the savior is still there, just added a subtitle, looking for the Dark Lord's diary, and there is no sign of failure, it seems that there is also what they are looking for in this place, Tony put The idea was told to Steve and Harry, and they all felt that Lucius and Snape's group of Slytherins were most likely to come into contact with the diary. At this grade, they had already become Death Eaters. .

Lucius was a year older than them. James and the others didn't know much about him, but he knew a lot about Snape. For this deadly enemy, James could drag Harry's hand and say bad things for three days and three nights. Nothing heavy, plus Black added oil and vinegar. Hearing the crackling made Harry dizzy, and ran to the White Wizard's office as if fleeing.

The class bell rang, and James and Black could only give up this new friend and go back to the classroom, leaving only Tony and Steve standing at the door of the office waiting for Harry.

When Harry walked out of the office, he threw two pieces of clothes to Steve and Tony. Tony picked them up and looked at them. It was a wizard robe similar to Harry's: "What's going on?"

"...We are transfer students from Gryffindor now, please make sure to arrive in the classroom on time tomorrow morning." Harry sighed.

"This is the result of your discussion with Whitebeard? Didn't you tell him the real situation?"

"Yes, sir, but at the moment it's the best excuse to keep us in school, and the headmaster thinks it's a good idea." Harry rolled his eyes. "We have to keep our heads down, and if something goes wrong, It will change the whole future!"

This time, the corner of his mouth twitched and was replaced by Tony: "Don't you think, as students, we are a bit older anyway? Especially here is someone from the last century."

Captain America: "...Tony, just looking at the present, my actual age is younger than you."

Tony glared at him: "That's not the point."

"Uh, I can use a bit of blindness, but it might not be that effective. After all, there are magicians here..." Harry stepped forward, took off Tony's helmet, looked at his beard and sighed, "So... Mr. Tucker, I strongly suggest that you shave off your beard first?"

******

The two were assigned to a small dormitory, and Harry was assigned to his father's room. Gryffindor's dormitory was very beautiful, mostly in warm colors, with exquisite and warm decorations. The cat in the picture is chasing its own tail in circles.

Tony was sitting on the edge of the sink in the bathroom, carelessly using a razor with only a thin blade, yawning, and then suddenly hissed, Steve looked into the bathroom, Tony was touching Looking at the small cut on his chin, he complained: "Is there no electric one?"

"Can't you scratch at the mirror?"

"No." Tony gritted his teeth, and almost swallowed the foam.

"I really didn't expect that I would be able to wear a wizard's robe one day." Steve said, adjusting the position of the red striped tie in front of the mirror, no matter what he did, he was so serious and meticulous.

Tony raised his eyelids and glanced at him leisurely, but was shocked by the scene in front of him. He had to say that this suit was unexpectedly suitable for Captain America. The white shirt was buttoned to the top button, and the dark gray vest sweater wrapped He has a good figure, and the Gryffindor school badge embroidered on the front of the sweater makes him look young and innocent.

Tony slipped his hand, and the blade created a deeper gash on his chin, oozing a little blood.

"...you will probably be the first superhero to kill himself with a razor." Steve reluctantly walked into the bathroom, took the blade from Tony's hand, and turned on hot water to rinse the blade. A few drops of blood were stained, and hot air rose up, making the whole bathroom foggy.

The other party was too close, Tony frowned sensitively, the reflex made him sit up, but bumped into Steve's warm chest, the warmth made him almost groan/groan comfortably.

Steve stood in front of Tony with the razor blade up, and lifted Tony's chin with his hand. His voice echoed in the small bathroom, and his voice was extremely low: "...don't move around."

That's damn dangerous and alluring.

Tony found that almost as soon as the cool edge of the knife touched his jaw, he trembled and stiffened.