When a Super Villain Meets Little Porter[Comprehensive]

At this moment, James and Peter heard a small crunching sound.The two turned their heads to look, only to find that the little tree man had found the small fish biscuits specially for the cats at some point, and at this moment, the two branches were holding the biscuits and eating them bit by bit.

"This is the right purchase." Peter couldn't help laughing, "I bought it for you, but now I can feed it to him."

"Then I'll take this biscuit away first." James also smiled, and he didn't say anything polite to the little spider.

"Maybe the cat teasing stick I bought can also come in handy." Peter suddenly thought that he could use it to tease the little tree man.

"Let's talk about it next time." James reached out to pick up the biscuit bag and scooped up the little tree man.

When James teleported back through the magic diary, he was still in his bedroom.He turned his head and saw the young man on the bed sleeping, and that young man looked exactly like James, Albus who drank the compound potion and stayed here instead of James.

After James successfully teleported to Iron Man at the beginning, he teleported back to tell Albus the good news, but he didn't expect Albus to drink Polyjuice Potion quickly and told James that he would be here temporarily to replace him. James, let James do whatever he wants during this time, don't worry about the situation here, as long as James comes back within twelve hours.

The Polyjuice Potion was obviously already prepared, and Albus must have been planning to do so.But the process of making the compound decoction is extremely complicated and takes at least one month.James thought that maybe when he used the method he found before to teleport to that world to meet Loki, Albus had already made a plan to replace him when necessary, so he prepared compound soup for this agent.

It is said that he will come back within twelve hours, but it does not mean that the compound decoction will last for twelve hours.Only because it was twelve hours later in the morning, and James had to get up to see his family.Even before the Polyjuice Potion failed, Albus could pretend that it was James who had been sleeping in the bedroom.

Currently, Albus still looks like James, and he can last for nearly five hours. The quality of this bottle of compound soup is already very high.

"You're back." Albus still heard the sound of James' arrival, and sat up sleepily from the bed.

"Albus, go back to sleep." James naturally didn't want to disturb his brother's sleep.

Albus shook his head sleepily, and asked in a daze, "Look at my face, has the Polyjuice Potion failed?"

"Not yet." James shook his head, it was a strange feeling to see his own face right in front of his eyes.

"Scorpius really didn't exaggerate, this bottle of compound soup is of really good quality." Albus yawned, thinking of something with James.

"Is this made by Scorpius?" James asked in surprise.

"You are not the only one who is gifted in Potions." Albus seemed to have regained consciousness, and looked up at James.

James began to get complicated again: "..." What are you showing off to me?Showing off Scorpius?

"What's this?" Then Albus saw the little tree man on James' shoulder.

"Groot." The little tree man blinked his dark eyes again, and called out softly.

"It was sent to me by Loki, a magical creature that probably belongs to that world." James explained.

"You finally met Loki?" Albus didn't pay much attention to Groot's existence, but asked the important point.

"No, Loki went to another place, so I can't see him for a while." James shook his head.

Albus's expression became a little disappointed, obviously it was a long time for him to toss, but in the end he still failed to achieve his goal.

"But I met other people, friends I met there before." James said with a quick smile, "They were very happy to see me appear, I chatted with them for a long time, and learned that in the past few days What happened there was quite unexpected.”

Albus stared at James' face, as if to see if James was really happy.

"Albus, what about you? During this period..." James' smiling face became a little stiff.

"You know Papa and Mama will come to see you," Albus said flatly.

After Hermione and Harry had talked to Ginny, there was no way they hadn't come to James.

"Did you talk to them?" James asked softly, his expression dimmed naturally.

"No." Albus shook his head. "I locked the door and told them I didn't want to talk to them today."

"Albus, how could you..." James looked at Albus in shock, not expecting him to turn his parents away.

"I think my reaction is very normal. I suddenly found out that my father and mother used Forget Nothing on me. I was very disappointed and angry because of this, so I didn't want to talk to them." Albus's expression was indifferent, compared to He seemed angrier than James.

"Albus, they won't be able to sleep worrying about me." James sighed.

"So, James, you want me to talk to your parents instead of you?" Albus asked back, frowning, "You know, if I meet them, I may unconsciously say more hurtful things Maybe. You will definitely not be happy for me to do this, I'm afraid you will accuse me of making my family sad again."

James was silent.

"I can't be like you, pretending nothing happened, forcing myself to smile just to comfort them." Albus continued to speak, his brows furrowed tighter as he watched James.

Albus didn't want to see James like this.

He was still laughing happily just a second ago, but when he mentioned his parents, his bright and happy face suddenly faded.

"You're right. I'll talk to my parents tomorrow." James sighed lightly, as if he had made up his mind to think clearly. He reached out and patted Albus on the shoulder, with a gentle smile on his lips. Laughing, "I'm going to wash up, you go to bed first. I can give you the invisibility cloak tomorrow morning, I don't care what method you use, you have to go back to Hogwarts for me to go to school."

Albus shrugged. "Got it, made it sound like I wanted to stay at home."

James smiled helplessly, "Yeah, you just want to be with your friend Scorpius."

"I don't like being at home anyway." Albus didn't contradict James, and he lay back on the bed, ready to go back to sleep.

James reached out to help Albus tuck himself in the blanket, then went into the bathroom.

The boy closed the door, leaning his back against the door, his eyes lowered and staring at the ground.

"Groot?" The little tree man who was still sitting on James' shoulder bent down and tilted his head to look at it, looking at James' gloomy face with ignorant eyes.

Talk to parents in a few hours.

In fact, in the bottom of James' heart, he really hoped that Albus could have such a conversation instead of him.

Because he really didn't know what he was supposed to say in this conversation.

He was like an oil painting with silt on the inside, but he kept pretending to be such an impeccably beautiful oil painting.

But now, it was as if he wanted to actively tear apart his shiny shell, expose himself thoroughly, and expose the unbearable silt.

James didn't want to do this, he was used to being perfect, and now he looked like a flaw in front of everyone.

He wants to be like before, just like before, the perfect "Son of the Savior", that's the attitude he's used to.

James knew they all wanted him to be who he really was, to let him relax and go after what he wanted.

However, his heart was filled with inexplicable and huge fear.

It was as if they were denying the path he had taken in the past seven years, what he insisted on and what he worked hard for was all wrong.

But now, he is still just doing what they want, he needs to admit that he is wrong, and he needs to change into the free appearance they want.

Do what you want to do, be who you want to be.

How to do?What should I do?

What can I do?What the hell do they want me to do?

James can't wait to use Forget Nothing on everyone, let them forget about it completely, and let him continue to maintain his original life.

disgust.

The longer he was free in that world, the more disgusted he felt when he came back.

It's like a subconscious, irresistible psychological resistance.

Especially the problems he was facing made him feel heavy pressure, but he had to make a decision that disgusted him.

I hate this place, I hate this family, and I hate James Potter.

This kind of words, James absolutely can't say it in front of anyone, it's impossible to say it.

But James really felt extreme negativity.

I shouldn't be thinking this way, I shouldn't be scared, I shouldn't be so panicked.

Even so mentally hinting at himself, James felt that the suffocating depression was still pressing on his chest, making him unable to breathe.

The so-called reconciliation and conversation, to James, is like another form of persecution.If he comforts his family in a peaceful manner, they will look at him with disappointed and hurt eyes because of his dishonesty; but if he explodes in a sharp and dark tone, it will only stab the family completely and bring rupture. pain.

If so, James would choose the former without hesitation.

But I don't want to, I don't want to see my father and mother.

James wanted to avoid the question of existence by pretending it didn't exist.It's okay, I'm used to being James Potter.Everyone knows me, everyone is watching me, I don't know what else I can change.

However, the problem does exist.

In particular, more and more clues were revealed and completed bit by bit before his eyes, but he still couldn't remember anything.

The better Mr. Stark treats him, the more James feels like he's lost an extremely important memory.He was clearly listening to what Mr. Stark said about what happened to him in the past, what he should have known, but he knew nothing, as if the person who experienced all this was not him, or did not exist at all.

He wanted to know, he tried to remember, but the memory was empty, just blank.

The missing piece of empty memory seemed to have hollowed out a piece of his soul.

He felt like standing here, like an incomplete person.

When James asked himself, why did he feel so incomplete?

The answer to this question made him feel more gaps suddenly opened in his heart.

James felt that he had split into two people, "James Potter" and "James".

Both of them were clearly him, but they suddenly didn't want "James Potter."

They pointed to the broken Jaime and said they wanted a whole Jaime.

James walked to the mirror, looking at his indifferent and pale face, he felt extremely strange.

Can't put it together.

Sorry, I couldn't piece it together myself.

James' hand subconsciously caressed the cover of the magic diary, and he lowered his head to watch.

"You...will wait for me for three days." James said softly.

James opened the magic diary in his hand with his wand, his eyes fixed on the blank pages silently.

"Then just wait."

The corner of the boy's lips curled up lonely, and he reached out to close the diary.