Chapter 696
Is this real?
Chapter 696 Is this real?
Wade has been feeling rather irritable lately.
He's about to start elementary school, and the thought of being surrounded by those chattering, crying kids in a few months makes him feel annoyed.
But as a six-year-old child, he has very few decisions to make.
Wade finally managed to win back the right to decide what clothes he wore from his parents, but he still couldn't avoid the unpalatable food, the decision to start elementary school, and the trips that his mother might take on any whim.
For example, today, he woke up to find himself in a completely unfamiliar place, which looked like an abandoned monastery, probably another "historically significant" tourist destination.
But the most outrageous thing is that the couple actually left him here alone! Left with a strange child in a strange place! He had no idea where he went!
Are my parents really that unreliable?
Wade had a brief moment of doubt, but the facts spoke for themselves, and he was quickly overwhelmed by feelings of grievance, anger, and disbelief.
Perhaps because he is a child in the body, influenced by hormones or the environment, his emotional control is not as well restrained by reason, and he is often more like a child.
So when Wade spoke, his tone wasn't very friendly:
"Hey, kid, who are you?"
The child across from him had a soft and chubby appearance, looked to be about the same age as him, and was a little thin, but had a pair of bright, clear, watery green eyes that made him easy to like.
The child seemed startled by his tone; he shrank back and whispered, "Harry Potter."
Wade raised an eyebrow, wondering if he had misheard, and asked again, "What did you say your name was?"
"Harry Potter."
The green-eyed child repeated himself, then looked around in alarm and asked, "Where am I? How did I get here? Where are Aunt Penny and Uncle Vernon?"
Wade fell silent. He squinted and, through the gaps in the child's slightly disheveled hair, saw a uniquely shaped lightning bolt scar on the child's forehead.
Then his gaze moved upwards and he saw that the child's name was written above his head—
[Harry Potter]
What is this? The name of a game character?
Is this world... real?
The child shrank back and sobbed desperately, "They've decided to throw me away after all, haven't they? I knew it, Uncle Vernon always thought I was a huge nuisance..."
Wade didn't reply; he kept his mouth tightly shut, his expression serious, only his eyes seemed exceptionally bright.
His gaze moved down Harry's forehead to the pile of ill-fitting clothes and the thin wooden sticks lying on the ground. He saw the same scene around himself, with several bottles and jars slipping out of the pockets of his clothes at his feet.
Wade's pupils contracted sharply as he suddenly realized that the situation might be worse than he had thought.
He quickly bent down, first reaching out to grab the two wooden sticks, then hastily picking up a pile of clothes from the ground, and pulling Harry along as they ran quickly toward the nearby ruins.
"boom!"
A strange sound came from behind. Without thinking, Wade grabbed Hari and lunged forward. The two of them tumbled awkwardly behind an arcade, where jagged rocks and weeds became their natural shelter.
Wade, panting heavily, looked toward the direction from which the sound came.
A girl with honey-colored curly hair, dressed in what resembled combat gear, screamed and collapsed to the ground. A horrific wound marred her back, blood staining the surrounding greyish-white ground. Wade squinted, scrutinizing the area—what was the name dangling above the girl's head?
"She seems to need help." A hesitant voice came from beside them: "Can we help her?"
Wade turned his head and saw Harry looking at him tentatively. He whispered, "At least... at least get someone to make a call for help?"
—Help her? We don't even know if she's friend or foe, and we're not even sure if we ourselves will survive!
Wade was extremely nervous and even began to get irritable, but he suppressed the urge to argue, took a deep breath, and calmed himself down.
When he was very young in his past life, his parents often taught him that it's easy to say hurtful things, but it's impossible to take them back. Some words can cause damage that can never be healed in a lifetime.
So if you don't know how to express yourself properly, or if you're letting your emotions cloud your judgment, it's better to stay silent and think things through before speaking.
He was still young when his life ended, and he never learned the art of language, but at least he knew when to shut up.
After calming down and thinking about it carefully, the child in front of him was about the same age as him... If he really was the Harry Potter he knew, then he was born at the end of July, so he should be a little younger than he was in his lifetime.
Psychologically speaking, this child is a genuine six-year-old at this time.
But when faced with this sudden change, aside from being very scared at first, he stopped crying and making a fuss. When Vidra dragged him over, he didn't struggle or question anything. He even thought about helping others, which was already quite remarkable.
In a few breaths, a series of thoughts flashed through Wade's mind. He looked at Harry and said, "Don't move, don't make a sound, there might be bad guys around!"
Harry hesitated and nodded. He looked at the girl lying on the ground groaning with pity, and really didn't say anything more, obediently squatting behind the rock.
Then, the child looked pained, sat down on the ground and looked at his feet—his shoe had fallen off when he ran over, and he had stepped on some gravel, which was now bleeding.
Wade quickly pulled up his loose trousers, tied his shirt and trousers together with his belt, folded the trouser legs several times to barely prevent them from stepping on his feet, and then looked at his large boots with worry.
It wasn't that he was picky, but the surrounding environment was so harsh that without a good pair of shoes, his feet were prone to injury like Harry's, and it would be inconvenient for him to move around.
When fleeing for your life, even the smallest obstacle can be the key to victory or defeat.
—It would be nice if the boots could be a little smaller.
Wade thought to himself subconsciously.
—What was that spell again? Shrink quickly?
The moment the thought crossed his mind, the boot in his hand suddenly shrank, becoming the perfect size in the blink of an eye.
—It actually worked? But I haven't even used my wand yet!
Vader was extremely surprised and vaguely realized that he might have indeed been a very powerful wizard before he shrunk.
He quickly sorted through all his clothes and was taking things out of his pockets to think about their purpose when Harry poked his arm twice.
"What's wrong?" Wade turned his head and asked in a low voice.
Harry pointed to the center of the courtyard, speechless with surprise.
(End of this chapter)