[Comprehensive British and American] Domineering heroine talks too much

Gryffindor Observation Report

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Song Xin felt that the color of the world had changed.

Jean Gray went to Hufflepuff, but Wolverine, who heard about it, actually went to Gryffindor Tower in the other corner of the castle.

Song Xin's CP view has collapsed, and half of the officially stamped Wolves piano triangle is no longer above the blue sky?Wolverine would not take this opportunity to go to Hufflepuff to poach Cyclops's corner, but to the opposite end. Is there something wrong with their relationship?But when?Intervening at this time shouldn't be counted as a third party—then Song Xin shook her head vigorously, unable to add drama to herself.

After counting the others, Neville ran over to Song Xin and asked, "Have you considered it?"

Song Xin nodded with complicated emotions, and said, "...After thinking about it, I'll go to Gryffindor Tower."

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In the end, only two people signed up for Gryffindor Tower.

They are Song Xin and Logan James Howlett.

The others said in unison, "If you want to climb the stairs, you can climb the stairs. A castle without an elevator, you fools who want to climb the eighth floor, no one will stop you." Then they walked to Hufflepuff and Slytherin at the bottom of the lake.

Song Xin: "..."

Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom: "…"

Song Xin said: "...I actually feel that I can't refute it at all..."

Harry Potter said: "It makes people angry..."

Song Xin and Logan carried the suitcases and followed Harry up. Both Harry and Neville chose to live in their old dormitories, and finally four people lived in the Gryffindor tower.

Harry complained: "They don't understand that Gryffindor Tower is obviously the best view among the four dormitories! And we are also the warmest... They would rather sleep with the lake monster than climb the stairs , Merlin's pants."

Song Xin laughed: "I have slept in the room next to the kitchen many times in my life, but I have never slept in the tower. I choose Gryffindor."

Logan smiled, didn't say anything, just picked up Song Xin's suitcase in a gentlemanly manner and walked up.The cascading stairs above them muffled, shifting and overlapping in the night—there were still eight floors to climb.

Harry smiled and said to the two: "Welcome to Gryffindor, the house of the lion."

In the common room of Gryffindor House, the warm fire is dancing, surrounded by a few soft scarlet flannel chairs, the floor is covered with woolen carpets, and the ceiling is hung with scarlet, A drapery embroidered with golden lions.

Neville closed the door, the curtains flapped in the wind, the fire in the fireplace crackled, and Logan slammed his luggage on the ground.

"The lion is the symbol of our house." Neville said with a smile: "The lion is the king of beasts, which means courage, and courage is the soul of Gryffindor. ——The previous headmaster and the current headmaster are both us The previous Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, whose tenure spanned two Dark Ages, died a hero."

Song Xin asked suspiciously: "Gold represents the words of a lion, what does red represent?"

Harry said, "It means fire."

Song Xin vaguely felt that Gryffindor was young and enthusiastic, reckless and brave, with clear goals and no hesitation, which was the type she admired the most, but also the most distant type.

"Let me be objective, each of the four houses of our Hogwarts has a different code." Harry threw his luggage away, sat down on the armchair by the fire, and said lazily, "Slater Lin's people are full of ambition, shrewd, know how to protect their lives and attach great importance to reputation, they are completely opposite to us Gryffindors, so our two houses generally don't get along very well."

Song Xin: "...Huh?"

Harry hammered his leg, and continued: "Hufflepuffs are humble and not good at words, but they are very responsible. Sometimes I think they are very cute. And Ravenclaw... Forget it, I don't think so. Find out what is going on with them. In short, they are a group of academic masters. The song sung by the Sorting Hat describes them very aptly. Even their school motto is "extraordinary ingenuity is the greatest wealth"..."

Song Xin asked suspiciously, "The sorting hat...?"

Harry smiled: "A weird hat that can sing. Here we are responsible for sorting the freshmen who have just entered the school."

"Okay..." Harry Potter rolled over on the armchair, and said sleepily, "...I'll take a rest here, I haven't been back for five or six years, but this chair...is still the same Comfortable……"

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Gryffindor's bedroom, with layers of scarlet banners hanging from the ceiling, with lions embroidered with gold thread on the banners.It was drizzling outside the window of the tower building, Song Xin put her luggage away, and then slammed into the soft velvet sheets.

With the patter of rain, Song Xin was extremely sleepy and lay down on the bed for 10 minutes to take a nap.

Then Song Xin got up with a grunt, and took the computer from her school bag—although she had been slack for the past two days, Song Xin clearly remembered that she had business to do, and she was a decent social person with a job.

Song Xin thought that the backlog of things would be dealt with tonight.It's just two days of being offline, how many work emails do you need to reply?Could there be more than thirty?It doesn't exist, not to mention that I have done the handover and asked for leave three weeks in advance. How many inhumane companies can enslave such employees?

Song Xin warmed up a glass of milk leisurely, hummed a song and turned on the phone. Then, like snowflakes, 103 work emails filled her mailbox in an instant.

Song Xin was so frightened that the milk cup dropped: "..."

Trembling, Song Xin flipped through the unread emails from top to bottom, and found that except for one Amazon advertisement, the rest were all serial emails from the newspaper, of which more than ten were marked as urgent in red, and sixteen were marked as urgent. Be sure to reply, and there are 22 more with oversized attachments, the kind that must be read.

Song Xin's mind froze for 3 minutes, then poured out the milk without hesitation, and made a cup of black coffee without sugar.

Song Xin spent two hours going through the 36 urgent emails, sorting out all the things that happened in the past three days.

Everything started because of Song Xin's last report. After the report of "Mutant's Childhood", which tested the waters, it aroused a certain degree of social repercussions, and this social repercussions snowballed after the publication of this newspaper. Yes, it suddenly got bigger.

People started tearing up on twitter, tagging people, "people who oppose mutants" tearing up supporters are "human traitors, idiots who have read too many Stan Lee comics and have a bad brain", they have kept mutants for so many years All kinds of gangsters gathered together to prove that mutants themselves are a factor of social instability-let alone going to college, it is best to go to special schools for education.

Some people think that mutants are just ordinary people who just happen to have some special abilities. You can't force a person to die just because they have an X gene.

Mutants, after being silently discriminated against for so many years, were thrust into the public eye by this report.

Editor-in-Chief Luo said to Song Xin in an email: "Song Xin, the first step to a journalist's success is to spark discussion."

"Only by arousing discussion and everyone's attention can we solve the problem." Writer Luo wrote: "Controversy is normal, just in case I tell you, if you can't sleep at night, you can drink some hot milk, and open some if necessary Sleeping pills."

It was an indescribable feeling, Song Xin could hardly describe it.

Song Xin replied to the work email. It was close to two o'clock in the morning. She lay down on the bed after tossing, and found that it was really like what Editor-in-Chief Luo said, and she couldn't sleep.

— what was it like?It's guilt.

Song Xin was like a variable, an unwelcome pebble, thrown into the water of the delicate balance between mutants and ordinary people since Magneto coerced the White House after the Paris Peace Conference, and broke it.

Not in a good way, but a fuse.

Song Xin lay on the bed in her pajamas, feeling so uncomfortable that she wanted to cry. Because she couldn't sleep, she opened Twitter, and those unsightly remarks were even forwarded to her homepage:

' So what is this report trying to say?These freaks have the same right to education as we do?Look at the picture, isn't it disgusting enough?I don't want such a classmate. '

'Did they think about us when they caused social problems? These sons of bitches are not enough to disgust their own families, and they still want to go out to society to disgust us? '

Another tweeted: 'Support them to build their own country, I think Oceania is very good. 'The following is so torn, some people say that Oceania will not accept it, let them go.

Song Xin felt sour when she saw it. She always thought that what she was doing was the right thing and she was speaking out for the right thing, but she never thought that there would be opposition and disgust for any point of view.

Song Xin felt uncomfortable with red eyes, she remembered Professor X telling herself: "I want to read her report", "It must be very interesting"; Dereen talks about her stepfather drunkenly, remembering her support, and the picture of Donald covering the lower half of his face, leaving only a pair of misshapen eyes.

Very handsome.Song Xin said so to Donald with a smile at the time.

Song Xin's eyes were red, and she felt that she would suffocate if she stayed in this bedroom any longer.

——She lived up to everyone's expectations.In this dark room, there seemed to be countless pairs of mutant compatriots looking at Song Xin, silently condemning what she did, condemning the controversy and remarks that Song Xin made them face, condemning Song Xin for making them be flogged again : For what their compatriots have done or haven't done, for their identities, for what they can't change in their lifetime.

Song Xin put on her slippers, hugged the cushion on her bed and opened the door. There was no one in the common room, only the fire in the fireplace was burning.

At two o'clock in the morning, who would be awake? Song Xin huddled up on the armchair in front of the fireplace, the rain outside the window was pattering, and the only fire here was crackling in the dark night.

Song Xin hugged her knees, the window was open, and the wind with rain blew in.

Then, in a lonely gesture, she buried her head in her arms.

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In the early morning, a bedroom door on the spiral staircase moved and clicked, which was very clear in the dark night.

Luo Genchi|Bare to the waist, only wearing a pair of gray cotton pajama pants, holding a cup, as if planning to come out to get some water.And Song Xin poked her head out from behind the armchair, and when she saw Logan's figure, she shrank back immediately.

Logan: "..."

Logan poured water, watching the small movements of the chair.

Song Xin held her breath carefully so as not to be discovered by him, and moved the back of the chair to face Wolverine.

——However, someone lost a little yellow duck cushion under the chair, which could make noise. When the chair moved, the chair squeezed it, and the little yellow duck cushion croaked in an instant!

Logan Howlett: "…"

Logan watched as Little Sunfish tremblingly picked up the little yellow duck cushion, and the firewood in the fireplace crackled, as if applauding the perfect disguise.

Logan walked over with the cup, walking lightly, like a wild wolf hunting, intending to see what else Song Xin could do.

Song Xin squeezed the cushion nervously, thinking that she should leave after the water was poured, she really had no face to face Logan tonight, but she accidentally pushed too hard, and the little yellow duck pillow croaked again.

Song Xin: "..."

Song Xin held her breath hard, trying to make up for the sudden IQ that went offline just now. Isn't it more difficult to detect without the sound of breathing?I probably didn't find it. If I found it, it would be better to lead it with a dog, and live without face.

Logan: "Little friend, it's three o'clock and you're still awake?"

Song Xin groaned, almost choking on tears.

……

Logan poured a glass of soda water, and the flames covered his bare upper body. Logan's upper body was slender and strong. He was only wearing a pair of gray pajama pants, and sat on the armchair next to Song Xin.

Song Xin didn't even know where to put her eyes.

When you were a child and read comics, did you imagine that one day your favorite hero would sit next to you, wearing only a pair of pants?

The answer is definitely no, but at that time Song Xin hadn't thought about it, Huang Bao was still behind, and wearing only a pair of trousers was nothing.

……

Logan raised his brows and asked, "I've touched it, but it makes me blush?"

Song Xin was ashamed and angry: "No, no, that was a misunderstanding... I was too sleepy that night..."

Logan said: "I remember clearly, kid, you said to me 'it's really big' after touching it."

Song Xin was so ashamed to see people, she wanted to jump off a building, and what was even more frightening was that it was true.Song Xin slammed headlong into the little yellow duck, and the little yellow duck squawked from the cushion.

Logan laughed again: "Why don't you go to bed so late?"

Song Xin said in shame, "No, nothing..."

Logan asked sharply, "Did you do something wrong?"

"Actually..." Song Xin paused, and said sadly, "I did do something wrong."

Song Xin said sadly: "My last report seemed...to have made a fool of myself."

Song Xin took out her phone and opened Twitter to show Logan those comments.After all, Song Xin has a tender face and no social experience. When Logan asked, Song Xin couldn't hide it.

After she handed out the phone, she anxiously waited for Logan's face to change, and began to keep a distance from herself.The more Song Xin thought about it, the more nervous she became, the little yellow duck pillow she was holding squeaked.

Logan took Song Xin's phone and flipped through it. The fire was flickering, and the sound of pattering rain could be heard in the long night.

Song Xin lowered her head, and the more she thought about it, the more she wanted to cry, but she kept telling herself that tears could not solve any problems, and that tears were the most worthless thing in the adult world.Everything is fake, only what happens and the effort is real.

I thought that there had been a change, but I was immediately beaten back to the prototype.

Logan put down the phone in silence, and Song Xin whispered, "...I'm sorry."

Logan Howlett frowned: "...you can't sleep because of this?"

Song Xin's nose was sore, she nodded, and repeated again: "I'm sorry..."

sorry.Song Xin thought, but she didn't have the strength to think about what she was sorry for.

Logan sighed and returned the phone to her: "...you are such a child."

"Little friend, it's not your fault." Logan said: "I've seen many times, and these people who speak up hate us just as much without your report. They just found that some people began to think, 'This doesn't seem to be the case. ’, ‘Mutants don’t seem to be so scary’...I just started jumping when I found someone who didn’t agree with them.”

Song Xin held back her tears and said, "But..."

Logan Howlett said with a good temper: "Listen, I'm not a professor, so I can't say anything profound. But you must at least know that there will definitely be people who hate you and your friends in this world, and you No matter how hard you try, these people will never agree with you. So what are you going to do at a time like this?"

Song Xin thought of the countless chicken soups she drank when she was a student, she had an epiphany and said wittily, "Ignore it!"

"Of course it is," said Logan, "—beat 'em up."

Can you play the cards according to the routine!Song Xin laughed out loud, even her eyes were crooked, like a little crescent moon.

Logan finally showed a smile. He flipped a candy and threw it to Song Xin, and said gently to Song Xin: "No one will blame you. Even without you, those people still look like dogs. Go to sleep."

"What are you going to do?" Logan said casually, "It is to win over everyone you can win over, and then destroy those who oppose you. Who cares how loud those who oppose you shout? And you does it matter?"

Song Xin's mind suddenly became clear, and the heavy emotions that had been suppressing her for several hours dissipated without a trace in an instant.

Then Logan reached out and squeezed her fingers.

"Go to sleep." Logan said gently, "Don't catch a cold."

That handshake was very short. Wolverine's palms were rough and hard, full of traces of time and life, but Song Xin only had a thin layer of calluses on her knuckles where she had held a pen. Those hands were slender and cold, like some kind of white flowers.

Song Xin raised her head and asked softly, "Has... always been like this?"

In this world - so much discrimination, so much attack and slander, so much prejudice and embarrassment, so much bad words and so many disgusting eyes... For them, has it always been like this?

Rain falls through wilderness and fire, through city and country, through people.

"It's always been that way," Logan said.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the idiot for shaking his face and Hanamura Xiaobawang's brother for the nutrient solution! !

Thanks to Xia Yu for the two mines QvQ! !

I'm very sorry for this chapter...the ticket was skipped twice...but at least I updated the QAQ within today