Westchester was foggy in the afternoon, and then it was raining with a steady patter.

Song Xin stayed in the dormitory for a while, feeling that she had nothing to do, and then went to the library with her schoolbag on her back.

Without him, Song Xin felt stomach ache when thinking of Editor-in-Chief Luo's manuscript. It was the right way to go to the library first to make the plan. Although it was good to delay the draft, Song Xin felt really uncomfortable if she failed Editor-in-Chief Luo.Song Xin took out the laptop familiarly, the reading room was as quiet as a chicken, and then Song Xin started to make plans.

What should I write? Song Xin's mind was muddled. After two days here, she always felt that she had nothing to write.

What's so special about mutants? — Mutants have one or two special abilities, and some people are very useless, but they are a 'human' first before becoming mutants, and even after becoming mutants.

When Song Xin was young, she felt that the X-Men were not superheroes, at least not the same as the superheroes of the Avengers. The X-Men were much more plump and fragile. Before they became heroes, they were just ordinary people.

However, the people of the Avengers, after becoming superheroes, have more solid and ambitious ideals, and even abandon most of their characteristics as ordinary people.

Song Xin thought for a while, and typed the first line on the word: 'Shock America!There are such mutants...'.

Song Xin was very satisfied with her ethics and literary talents as a reporter of the shock department, and thought that her headlines would become more and more exquisite, and if she continued to keep up, she could be promoted and raise her salary to reach the pinnacle of her life.In such a happy mood, Song Xin took out her mobile phone, intending to catch a fish.

Then at that moment she saw a man wearing a long black cloak when the phone screen reflected light!The man flashed between the bookshelves, only the corner of the cloak was caught by Song Xin's peripheral vision.

In the summer of 2010s, wearing this kind of cloak that was considered outdated at the beginning of the last century had two possibilities: one, crazy; two, not from this place.

Out of professional intuition, Song Xin immediately felt that something was wrong. Both speculations were unreasonable.

If things go wrong, there must be a demon, Song Xin quietly picked up the phone, and fumbled in the direction the cloaked man left.

Song Xin kept an eye out, and she glanced at the direction the cloaked man came from. There was a realistic oil painting on the wall in the direction he came from, which was very similar to the one in Professor X's office.

Is this a coincidence?Song Xin intuitively felt that it was not.

Song Xin carefully stared at the back of the cloaked man. The cloaked man was tall and slender, with broad shoulders and thin. He looked like a handsome clothes rack.

She is confident in her mutant ability honey, the ability is so useless, it is said that the character is conserved, and the ability is probably conserved: when such a useless ability is used, it will not be so easy to be discovered, and then Song Xin tiptoed, Then sneaked out of the library.

The man in the long cloak moved very lightly, and Song Xin moved even more lightly. They walked through the corridor, and Song Xin finally had a sense of happiness of "I'm actually a mutant" and "My abilities are still useful".

Then in the next second, Song Xin heard a clear voice from her mobile phone's WeChat:

"Clang clang."

There was a snow-white information module floating in the center of the Retina screen, Song Xinnian didn't even have time to read it before a wooden stick stuck to her throat.

Song Xin: "...Huh?"

The man in the cloak held small chopstick-like sticks and narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Are you following me?"

Song Xin: "...No, no."

Song Xin hastily expressed her opinion again: "If I follow you, I'll be hit like hell—!"

There was a flash of lightning and thunder outside the window, and after a muffled thunder, the sky and the earth were covered with a torrential rain.

Song Xin shivered, "Coincidental, coincidental."

The man in the cloak squinted his eyes like a beast, and his platinum hair shone under the chandelier.The chopsticks in his hand pushed hard against Song Xin's neck.

Song Xin thought for a second, and sincerely said to the man: "I actually suspect that you are a terrorist. If you are a terrorist, you have come to the wrong place. There is still time to escape. There is no limit to the sea of ​​suffering, and it is time to turn around." O Lord."

Song Xin said: "You may not know that this is the famous humanoid weapon concentration camp in New York. Our leader, Professor X, wearing a helmet can blast the people of the whole earth into idiots with brainwaves, and our leader, Professor X's old The concubine Magneto used the gymnasium to trap the White House in the 70s! Very accurate! The sharpshooter Yigang! The video of him lapping is still widely circulated on YouTube, you can search it.”

Cloaked man: "..."

Song Xin concluded eloquently: "We are not something you can defeat with chopsticks! Mutants will never be slaves—!"

Cloaked man: "..."

The man in the cloak was upset by Song Xin's mouth comparison, and said irritably, "Cruciate—"

Then Song Xin was torn away again.

Qin Gray pulled Song Xin, and said to the man in the cloak, "This is our new student, Mr. Malfoy, please find me if you need anything."

The cloaked man put away his chopsticks and said meanly, "You really want every student."

Song Xin opened her mouth and said, "Yes! I'm recruited! I want you to take care of it!"

Jean Gray shook her finger at Song Xin, signaling her not to provoke this person. The man in the old-fashioned cloak in front of her—or rather a young man—was in his early twenties, and his hair was like The molten glittering gold had a look of disgust on its face.

For the sake of her pretty big sister, Qin Gree, Song Xin put up with it for the time being.

Qin Gray held Song Xin's hand tightly, stood side by side with her, and said to the man in the cloak steadily, "Mr. Malfoy, I didn't expect you to come today. Professor X is already waiting in the office."

Song Xin squinted at the man named Malfoy. He glanced at Song Xin, then snorted coldly, and left.

After Song Xin made sure that he couldn't hear it, she said unfairly, "How could there be such a rude person!"

Jean Gray smiled: "This Mr. Malfoy is like this, don't take it to heart. And it's not a chopstick. If you see someone doing this to you in the future, run away immediately."

Song Xin said thoughtfully: "I said yes, such thick chopsticks look like sticks that were randomly broken from some tree."

Qin said gently: "That is the weapon of that person, or many people who will come and go to our school from now on—their weapon is this magic wand."

Song Xin: "Huh? Magic wand?"

Jean said, "Yes, can you guarantee the present and the future that it will not be included in your report?"

Song Xin thought for a second, then nodded, "No problem."

Qin said gently, "Thank you."

Then she quickened her pace and walked towards Professor X's office.

Facing the input area of ​​Youdao dictionary, Song Xin typed in the four English letters of 'WAND'.

Youdao Dictionary honestly told Song Xin that this means magic wand, baton, and tender willow branch.

If you want to use it as a weapon, the baton and the young willow branch sound as good as the chopsticks. No matter how you look at it, it should be the magic wand with the outbreak of the second illness.

Secondary illness, secondary illness, Song Xin sat in front of the computer, her mind was muddled, and she couldn't hold back a word for a long time before the screen. The last time Song Xin wanted to die like this was her graduation project before graduation. With the opening report, my mind was empty for a long time and I couldn't hold back a word.

Song Xin intuitively felt that Editor-in-Chief Luo had placed high hopes on her. The department she stayed in was very transparent in Surprise News, and was not even considered highly by others. Everyone thought this department was a child's play.

From the very beginning, from the very beginning, from the time when Editor-in-Chief Luo personally came forward to keep Song Xin behind, to the current permission to leave, everything is a manifestation of his high hopes.

However, Song Xin realized that she might fail Editor Luo's expectations with a bit of discomfort. Facing the blank word, she only felt that a mountain was higher than a mountain. She was too young, and finally realized that there is something more difficult to write than an opening report. .

Then someone came across from her.

——Logan Howlett put a cup of coffee there, and Song Xin looked at Logan in surprise—the well-known Wolverine, sitting opposite her with a thick book.

With the Band-Aid still on Song Xin's face, she asked in a low voice, "You can learn... no, no, I mean you actually read books?"

Logan raised his eyebrows: "Is there something wrong?"

Song Xin said sincerely: "What a wicked school! Even the famous Wolverine succumbed to Final's skirt..."

Logan Howlett interrupted Song Xin's fantasy: "I'm preparing lessons."

Song Xin: "..."

Song Xin felt betrayed.

"You... aren't you a student here?!" Song Xin asked weakly: "You told me yesterday that you are a student..."

Logan: "I'm a real student in learning to be human, and I'm not lying about that."

Song Xin: "...false marketing."

Song Xin tugged at her hair in despair and said, "So I'm really the oldest student in this school?"

Logan Howlett glanced up at her: "Twenty-two, right? Yes, the oldest."

Song Xin plunged her head into her keyboard in depression, the chocolate keyboard made a crisp sound, and finally the first line of words outside the title appeared on the white main page of Word—garbled characters smashed by Song Xin's head.

Song Xin always thought that the so-called Wolverine, behind his muscular pectoralis major, was a heart that said goodbye to studying—unexpectedly, he was actually a substitute teacher, and he was quite serious about preparing lessons.

Song Xin stared at him for a moment, Logan raised his head from the book and notebook, and said to Song Xin: "Don't stare at me, I told you, your eyes are annoying."

Song Xin lowered her head in grievance, and looked down at the blank document in front of her again, her brain short-circuited suddenly.

She struggled for a moment, and wrote a sentence on the paper: Miss Qin mentioned, who are those people who use magic wands as weapons?

Then Song Xin carefully pasted the post-it note on the notepad, and pushed it to Logan from the table.

After getting the note, Logan was slightly taken aback, looked at Song Xin with complicated eyes for a moment, wrote a line on it, and pushed it back.

Logan obviously didn't write very often, and he wrote a word with the hardness of the nineteenth century: wizard.

Song Xin stared blankly at this word for a long time, and Logan focused on his own affairs again.

wizard?Those medieval, magic-using people?

Song Xin rubbed the tip of her nose, then asked Logan, "What are they doing here?"

Logan replied: "—Because there is a common interest, like us, they are all excluded people."

A bolt of lightning struck outside the window, Song Xin was startled by the thunder, and Logan sneered.

Song Xin was so timid that it could be called pitiful. Logan thought it was funny, touched a piece of hard lemon candy, and threw it to Song Xin with a snap to show his comfort.

Song Xin blushed slightly, and whispered thank you.

Song Xin went back to the dormitory with the computer in her arms. It was almost seven or eight o'clock in the evening, and there was a torrential rain in the suburbs of Westchester, and fresh rain and mist penetrated through the gaps in the glass windows.

The corridors of the manor were only lit with wall lamps, it was dim and warm, and Song Xin vaguely felt that this place was really nice.

Song Xin looked at the carvings on the wall, stood still and became dazed.Robert's observation report must be handed in, but Song Xin wanted to put shit on the observation report now.

There are thousands of bald heads in the world, but Robert Wallace must be the one Song Xin hates the most. The more Song Xin thought about it, the angrier she became, and she kicked the wall as if to vent.

Someone from behind asked from a distance: "Don't you need to pay for damages to public property?"

Song Xin: "Huh?"

Song Xin turned her head and saw a Malfoy standing against the wall in the dark part of the corridor, talking to her.

Song Xin: "Does kicking the school wall count as vandalism?"

Malfoy: "According to the age of your school building, it is considered a cultural relic."

Song Xin said with a guilty conscience: "...I didn't kick it badly!"

There were big characters written on Malfoy's face: Someone owed him [-] million and ran away with his sister-in-law, and then stared at Song Xin with that face.

Song Xin said with a guilty conscience, "What are you looking at, I don't owe you any money."

Malfoy: "..."

Malfoy said, "This is the first time I've seen a Muggle as desperate as you."

Song Xin asked back: "What is a Muggle? And why do I think it's a life-threatening thing to talk... Don't have such long hands! If you care so much, you'll be bald!"

Malfoy: "..."

Malfoy said angrily, "It's none of your business to be bald!"

Song Xin: "Huh? Are you really bald? But a man with a British accent! It's no wonder, that so-and-so, that so-and-so, that so-so...and that prince..."

Malfoy said angrily: "Who said the British man is bald! I want to fight him!"

Song Xin asked suspiciously: "Isn't it a consensus?"

Malfoy: "..."

Malfoy was so angry that he took the stick out of his robes.

Song Xin: "Hey, why are you like this! What's wrong with being a wizard! Are wizards a shield? Wizards must also abide by the Basic Law, and diplomatic immunity is not easy to use. Are you a representative? Are you in a consulate? American imperial law I just like to punish a typical person like you, and kill chickens to make an example to monkeys!"

Malfoy was very angry: "You are the most suitable for this spell, lock—"

Song Xin shouted arrogantly: "Don't poke me with that little stick, I won't take that kind of thing! If you poke me again, I'll tell you that there are laws to follow, laws must be enforced, and lawbreakers must be punished." What do you mean!"

When Logan Howlett came to the corridor on the fourth floor, the corridor was radiant like a disco, and he turned on the chandelier above his head.

At the same time, Song Xin was hit by a beam of light: "Ah——!"

Logan: "???"

Malfoy looked at Song Xin for a moment, put away his wand, and said to Logan, "You don't need to thank me."

Logan: "... Huh? Thank you for what?"

Then Malfoy gathered his robes and left in the direction of the reading room.

Logan was confused: "What's the matter? What are you calling?"

Song Xin's eyes were flushed with anxiety: "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm——"

Logan: "Huh?"

Song Xin groaned for a while, then squeaked twice, and finally slammed her head against the wall in despair.

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The author has something to say: [Next preview]

"What to fix, isn't this great!"

"...Mmmmmmm!!"

The magic spell in the wizarding world is too overbearing, and the tongue is sealed. Song Xin, who suddenly realized how gentle the mung bean cake is, embarked on a journey to unlock the magic spell and find the Dragon Balls that were left all over the world. Summon the dragon and make a wish— —

"Whoever wants to go on a journey with you, please teach me this spell."

Song Xin: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-!!!"

Stay tuned for the next chapter, The Dumb No Observation Report!

【Note】

Diplomatic Immunity: A certain kind of privilege enjoyed by diplomatic representatives, including consulates and personal immunity from justice, in short I messed up here and you can't catch me because I'll be called Papa. (???

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