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Ron's terrified appearance satisfied Harry very much. He touched his mouth with a napkin and reminded Ron, "Drool is left."

"No way..." Ron swallowed, "No, Harry, what did you just say?"

He wondered if it was his own delusion, didn't Harry love his work deeply?How could he abandon his wretched wife and throw himself into the arms of other women?

You must be lying to him... Ron's eyes were full of suspicion, and he gave himself a booster to prevent himself from passing out, "I stay with you all day long, why don't I know."

The veins in Harry's forehead were throbbing. Should he keep reporting this kind of private matter to Ron all the time?

"Have you finished eating?"

Harry didn't want to talk to him, so he put the plate into the sink, and Ron followed in a hurry, and put down the knife and fork naturally, "You are full, Harry, just tell me, I will never tell For others, I will immediately reject Leon tomorrow."

Ron raised his hand and swore at Merlin.

"Really?"

Ron nodded sincerely: "Of course."

Harry waved Ron, "I don't want to."

Ron was immediately discouraged, scratching his head with curiosity.

Harry started sweeping the field with his crappy house magic, dismissing Ron, "Don't forget to get something."

He had asked Sean before, and Sean's ability to trigger was still a mystery so far, the probability was extremely low, and he couldn't use it independently. Harry still had a glimmer of hope and asked Ron to find some objects that Hermione had used.

Ron and Harry sneaked into Hermione's house several times and took her belongings, boxes of magic books, test papers, notes

...and the wizard robes and leather shoes she wore when she first entered school.

It's all the memories of the three of them together.

Ron put these things in his home, maybe one day Hermione might come back and use them.

"It's all here."

The table is full of small things that Hermione used in her life, such as quill pens, ink bottles, and wax for wand care... There is always a lot of spare space.

"let's start."

Ron took a deep breath, and snapped his fingers in front of Sean in dissatisfaction to bring him back to his senses, "Look at what I'm doing, look at these things."

Ron changed his hopeless attitude and stared at Sean intently, watching him perform his supernatural powers. Sean felt that his scalp would be peeled off by Ron's explicit eyes.

Harry knew that Sean didn't get into the mood so quickly, but he didn't interfere with Ron, for fear of dampening his enthusiasm, he didn't say anything, and sat and chatted with Clark.

Harry was not a purebred wizard, he also stayed in the Muggle world before he went to Hogwarts, those years were not very good memories, not to mention, when he was young, he heard that there was a parade of mutants in the streets.

Harry also thought at one point that he might be a mutant, after all he keeps flying Dudley into the sky for no reason.

wizard?That didn't even occur to me.

Wizards have always only existed in fairy tales, and Harry, like the other children, thinks that magical things like wizards seem to be something from another world.

No one told Harry why he had this ability, and Harry had sneaked into the library to check information.

It was the first time I saw a book published explaining another race in the world - mutants, and Harry's world suddenly widened.

The author rationally and scientifically explained the human race caused by genetic mutations from a biological point of view, resulting in different energy magnetic field changes.

So Harry kept to himself, thinking that when he grows up and goes to more places, he will definitely meet more fellow mutants. In the end, he was told by the Hogwarts acceptance letter that he was actually a wizard. .

This is simply unscientific!

But Harry still obediently finished seven years of school and settled down in the wizarding world.

The search for mutants was also delayed by him. After entering the Ministry of Magic, he only met a few times at a distance during major meetings of various races.

Harry is very curious about Clark, and it can be said that he wants to know about mutants.

"You have a school for mutants in the United States? Just like us, Hogwarts houses all young wizards of the right age."

Clark replied sternly, "Xavier Academy for Gifted Youth."

This is what Professor X repeatedly told him before he left. He didn't even know where his "home" was when he was away. This made the professor very worried. Clark doesn't know anything now, and his mind is blank. As time goes by, memories are restored bit by bit.

"There should be a lot of mutants there, right?"

Clark nodded.

"Haha, we actually look very ordinary on the outside." Harry smiled. "If you don't reveal your identity, wizards and mutants probably don't know their identities face to face. They think they are just ordinary Muggles."

Under the Levitation Charm, the teacup and teapot floated in front of Harry and placed them on the tea table.

Harry poured Clark a cup of hot tea too, and Clark's eyes followed Harry's wand with interest.

Harry generously lent the magic wand to Clark and introduced to him, "Every wizard goes back to pick a wand before entering Hogwarts. It can help us properly channel the magic in our bodies and release it."

Clark looked at the eleven-inch holly wood wand against the light. The handle was smooth, which showed that the user took good care of it and took care of it frequently. The magic wand was like the left arm and right arm of the wizard, and the wizard and the wand were like family members. Strong connection.

Clark subconsciously waved at Harry.

Holding a heart in his hand, Harry stepped back, eyes fixed on the tip of his nose, the tip of his wand was empty, and there was no magical response.

He let out a sigh of relief, and then Harry laughed, why did he suddenly become frightened, the person in front of him was not a wizard.

Seeing that Clark was still a little confused, he comforted Clark and put his wand back into his wand bag, "Mutants are different from wizards. It's normal that they can't cast magic without magic power. The wand is in the hands of people other than wizards. It's just a fine stick."

Harry laughed at Clark's regretful expression, "It's okay, aren't your mutants more powerful than us? You can control storms, and some people can regenerate themselves."

Clark is clearly aware of his abilities, but he thought about the black-haired man in sunglasses who was paralyzed next to him when he was in X Academy, and the pervert in tights whose fingers were easily cut off by him, "Is it... I didn't say anything to you." It's such an exaggeration."

"How could it be?" Harry thought it was Clark being modest.

In the next second, I heard Clark say thoughtfully, "However, I'm pretty good."

Harry: "..."

Ron and Sean sat on opposite sides of the table, engrossed in the shabby clutter in the middle.

Sean stroked the corners of all the objects gently with his hands, and stared at them with a frown. Ron held his breath for fear of disturbing Sean's ability to display.

Ron almost played the trumpet and wore a cloth strip to cheer for Sean, clenching his fists to remind himself not to make any noise.

Seeing that Sean's face was getting redder and redder, almost turning blue and black, Ron couldn't help it, and asked, "Is it alright?"

Sean puffed all his previous efforts, like a deflated ball deflated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Shaking his head, "No."

"Why can't it work?" Ron looked over and over at the things he brought, all of which were his own treasures. He said that he wanted to use things with a strong connection with the parties, so he almost brought all the underwear and pantyhose.

Sean felt a little sorry, and said awkwardly, "It seems that the atmosphere is not right."

"...Do you still want me to sing and dance for you?"

"How could that be?"

The small signs in Ron's heart began to emerge again, "You can't lie to us, right? I just said that even wizards can't do it. How can a mutant be able to break the law of time."

"What are you thinking?" Sean yelled, "Harry can't testify."

When Ron thought about it, he was right, Harry had used Dementor to enter Sean's brain, and his friend was still reliable, so there would be no problem.

"It must be that you are too rubbish."

Ron shook his head and looked at him contemptuously, and concluded, "You must not have studied hard when you were in school, or else you wouldn't even be able to master your own abilities."

You must know that although Ron's magic power is not as strong as Harry's, and he is not as quick as Hermione in mastering spells, he also knows that hard work can make up for it. If you fail once, you can do it twice. When class is over, he often practices in the empty classroom with Simon, who is in the same dormitory.

Sean didn't know that he had already put a strong label in Ron's heart—poor student.

I clapped my hands discouraged, "Forget it, why don't we come back tomorrow, anyway, it's going to be a long time..."

Speaking of which, Ron let out a hey, grabbed Sean, and raised his eyebrows to the sky, "What tomorrow, don't you worry about such an important matter at all?"

"I'm in a hurry." Sean yawned, "I'm so sleepy, I'm going to sleep."

Ron straightened his face, and Harry noticed that the two were about to quarrel, "Okay, okay, we're asking Sean for help, Ron, don't act like you're rushing to kill someone."

Ron wiped his face and squeezed out a fake smile, "I don't have it."

Sean rolled his eyes in disdain behind him, "It's not like it is now."

"Get out of here, kid!" Ron grabbed Sean angrily, "Do you know what it means to respect elders?"

Harry was silent, Ron, you don't seem to be a few years older than others.

The situation was changing rapidly, and suddenly the light bulb above the head flickered, and everyone looked up involuntarily.

Sean asked in surprise, "Harry, did you not pay the electricity bill?"

Harry and Ron's faces were ugly. All the lighting equipment and electrical appliances in the house were powered by magic power, which was completely different from the electricity used by Muggles. There is a phenomenon of insufficient power.

With a bang, the lights went out.

Ron let out a cry of surprise.

Harry couldn't see what happened in the dark, but felt a gust of wind blowing around him, "What's going on, what happened to Ron!"

In the blink of an eye, the lights in the room were brightly lit, and Harry saw everything on the table disappear out of thin air at a glance, while Ron's face was pale at this time, and his grasping hands were repeating movements.

"That, that mutant is gone!!"

Harry noticed something, and sure enough, Clark, who was standing by the sofa, was also gone.