Chapter 8: Refuge and Fright
As the saying goes, the first time is new, the second time is familiar.
With the Batman as the foundation, Du Mu naturally recognized Harry Potter at a glance because his personal image features were more obvious.
But Du Mu still had a bad feeling...
Will there be a protagonist whose parents have both passed away who comes to his martial arts school in the future?
Your own martial arts school is not an orphanage!
Ok?
Thinking of the orphanage and the children in the backyard of the martial arts hall, Du Mu fell silent.
Could it be that some powerful being in the heavens really treats this place as an orphanage?
During the time that Du Mu was silent, Harry Potter was already trembling with fear.
Although Du Mu could clearly see the other person's appearance, Harry Potter was not Bruce Wayne and had not received any training. In the ancient night, he could not see anything in the shadows at all.
Because he was too hungry at night, he ate an extra piece of Dali's chicken leg and was locked in the storage room under the stairs by his furious uncle.
This was where Harry usually lived. The moment the storage door was closed, the entire room fell into the familiar darkness.
But then he discovered that there was light shining from above, and when he looked up, he saw that it was the moon.
How come the moon is in my room?
He looked at his surroundings again. Although the farther places were shrouded in darkness, the moonlight shining on the ground made it obvious that there was an open space here.
The most frightening thing in this world is the unknown.
Harry could only see the ground closest to him, but could not see anything farther away. The dark silhouettes of different things pieced together looked like monsters lurking in the dark.
Seeing that he was so frightened, Du Mu took back the step he was about to take.
He looked at the candles in the Military Academy, gathered his energy for a moment, and then flicked his fingers to send out a trace of true energy.
This was the first time that Du Mu had ever performed an operation to allow his Qi to leave his body.
After all, using true qi to strengthen physical attacks is one thing, and turning it into a ball of energy that can float in the air without a medium without dissipating is another thing.
Fortunately, he now possessed sufficient internal strength to perform this luxurious operation.
The candlelight slowly lit up and the light gradually spread.
This gentle light did not scare Harry Potter, but made him pay attention to the building in front of him.
As the candles were lit one by one, the hall of the Military Academy was illuminated, and a figure was also reflected.
"You...who are you?"
Harry Potter nervously adjusted his glasses and stammered.
Du Mu was not pretending to be mysterious; the child was already scared enough.
He started to speak in English: "I am the owner of this martial arts school. My last name is Du. You... can call me Mr. Du."
In Western countries, uncles and other names for elders are generally not used to address strangers. If you want to show respect, you will directly address them as Mr. or Ms. according to their gender.
"Mr. Du?" Harry Potter's eyes flashed with confusion. As a child with little experience, he didn't even have a friend in the past, let alone an Asian friend.
Therefore, Du Mu's name sounds somewhat foreign and unfamiliar to him.
"My...my name is Harry, Harry Potter."
Du Mu stepped forward, came in front of the timid Harry Potter, squatted down and looked at him.
"Okay, Harry, don't be afraid, it's very safe here."
He took Harry Potter's hand and comforted it gently, touched his bone age, and confirmed that the child in front of him was only about ten years old.
It should be a year before he receives the owl letter and goes to Hogwarts.
Du Mu pondered for a moment, thinking about how to get along with the child in front of him.
To be honest, he could really just ignore the other person and throw him out of the martial arts gym, letting Harry Potter return to his aunt and continue his destiny as the savior.
But on the one hand, after being called a hero for several years, he has become soft-hearted and doesn't want to see a child living in abuse and humiliation every day. On the other hand, Bruce Wayne has his own subjective reasons for having to return to Gotham, but Harry Potter doesn't...
If Du Mu wants to continue using the gift that can return ten times his power, he will need to find another disciple to teach him after Bruce leaves.
After all, the [gift] only limits the number of people and is not specifically tied to a particular person.
But all this depends on Harry Potter's own wishes. If he doesn't want to stay here, it's okay for him to find a local apprentice.
Du Mu looked at Harry and said, "Listen to me, kid, if you want to go home, turn around now and leave this door, and you can go back to where you came from."
Harry Potter was stunned and looked behind him, and found that there was indeed a big door.
He hesitated a little, looked at the hand held by Du Mu, and did not dare to act on his own.
Du Mu couldn't help laughing when he saw how timid he was. He stood up, took the other's hand, and walked towards the gate together.
"call……"
The moment he stepped over the threshold, Du Mu felt his hands become empty, and the surrounding air rushed in again, instantly filling the part where Harry Potter had disappeared.
Du Mu looked at his hands and frowned.
The experiment failed. It seems that even if we maintain physical contact with the time traveler, we will not be able to follow him back in time.
Forget it, I'd better just be an ancient person and manage my own piece of land.
Du Mu turned around and walked back into the martial arts hall.
Suddenly, there was another flow of air around him. Du Mu turned his head and saw that it was Harry Potter again.
Harry Potter saw Du Mu and rubbed his hands nervously. He said anxiously, "I...my uncle cut off the electricity in my room and kept scolding me outside the door, saying that I ignored him and would never give me food again. He also wanted to starve me to death in my room."
He tried to muster up his courage, looked at Du Mu and said, "Mr. Du, can I stay here for one night? I promise to leave tomorrow, and by then they should have calmed down..."
Du Mu stroked Harry Potter's hair and smiled, "It's okay, you can leave anytime and stay as long as you want."
Anyway, the mechanism of time travel is not under Du Mu's control. These time travelers can come and go freely, and he can't do anything about it.
However, when Du Mu saw Harry Potter returning, he narrowed his eyes slightly and suddenly thought of another possibility of the time-travel mechanism.
Is it possible that only one person can travel through at a time? When Bruce is here, Harry Potter can't come through, and when Harry Potter is here, no other travelers will appear?
It's not a good idea to always be visited by strangers. It's better to understand the mechanism of time travel.
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The next day, Harry Potter smelled the fragrance of food and woke up from his bed in a daze.
"Eh? Why does the breakfast my aunt made today smell so delicious..."
Harry Potter swallowed sleepily, then sighed, "If only I could have some..."
Then he suddenly woke up: "No, why didn't my aunt wake me up to make breakfast today? I still have to clean the room and mow the lawn before I can go to school..."
As he was talking, he finally woke up and remembered everything that happened last night.
Suddenly, it was even more incredible, and he murmured, "I...I really came to another place? What is going on? Is it magic?"
At this moment, he heard bursts of noise coming from outside the door. It wasn't loud, but it seemed like many people were talking to each other.
But Harry Potter didn't understand a word of those words.
He plucked up his courage, gently pushed open the door, and then saw an extremely horrifying scene.
"Ahh——!!"
Harry Potter screamed in fear, as sharp as a little girl, and slammed the door shut.
In the backyard, the disabled children who were exchanging information about what they had learned the day before before breakfast were ready, looked at the closed gate of the backyard of the Military Academy and looked at each other, not knowing what had happened.
(End of this chapter)