The Death Knell

Diana was still underground in the Hall of Justice, in her own dormitory area, carving a stone statue of her mother while waiting for Su Ming to return.

Although she couldn't say that the statue was still warm after leaving, but at least she obviously didn't expect that he would come back so soon.

"Why didn't you go up to hold a celebration party?"

Su Ming looked at her standing at the top of the herringbone ladder and asked behind her.

"Huh? Celebration?"

She seemed to know nothing and no one came to inform her. Maybe Ron was kidnapped by Hawkgirl not long after his return and went to enforce family law...

So Deathstroke gave her an overview of what happened, of course, the harmonized version.

After saying that, Su Ming showed her his new wheelchair and spun it in the air a few times: "Yes, I killed Perpetua and captured Leopard Girl and the others. I asked Ron to come back first. I’ve reported to you.”

Wonder Woman's eyes lit up, she jumped down from the ladder, patted the marble powder on her skirt: "Then I have to go see if Minerva is okay."

As expected, she still cared about Leopard Girl the most, even more than she cared about Ron coming back.

"She's fine. She was just almost sucked dry by Perpetua in the coffin, and then knocked unconscious by me. She should be in the cell now." Su Ming stopped her in a hurry. He knew the weight of his actions. It's true that Leopard Girl will never wake up for a few hours.

Diana's eyes became sharp, and she seemed to have seen through some truth: "You hit her with a pan again, right?"

"There's no way, she doesn't want to live a long time ago. What if she bites her tongue and commits suicide? Harley's mouth was taken away by her again." Su Ming shrugged and pulled her to sit on the armrest of the throne: "I'll do it I’m asking you, I’m going on vacation to other worlds, do you want to come with me?”

She tilted her head and thought for a moment, then shook her head with regret: "No, Luther is still on the run, the Laughing Bat is still lurking somewhere, the world order has not been restored, and I still have a lot of work, I'm sorry... .”

"It's okay. The flow rate of time in other worlds is different from this one. Maybe if I play for a few years, it will still be the next second here." Su Ming touched her hand. Since she was not curious about the other side of the 40K universe, then Su Ming Ming might as well find a new world to play in.

The novelty of the Iron Throne has worn off, and it's inconvenient to carry around, so I'll just put it in Diana's temple for now.

At this time, Diana thought about it, and as if she had made up her mind, she dropped the carving tools and pulled Su Ming towards the temple:

"You were helping me build a house before, and then you went to fight. Why don't you try the hot spring bath I dug behind the temple? We can have some wine to celebrate together."

The tips of her ears, who were walking in front, were a little red, and she didn't turn her head around, but her hands never let go, and her steps didn't even mean to pause.

"Oh, I love hot springs, I can't wait."

Su Ming caught up with her two steps, picked her up by the waist, and with her laughter, flew towards the dark place without torch lighting...

As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will defeat countless people in the world.

Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can't help but look at the Magpie Bridge on the way home.

The next day, when the harmonized camera focused on Deathstroke again, he was standing in the void, looking at another new universe in front of him.

Like every different multidimensional world, the outer wall of the translucent sphere in front of you also has its own special symbol. This time it is a red rectangular strip with four white English letters written on it, L, E, G. , O, looks unusually simple.

This was the new goal. Su Ming wiped his face to make his expression look less happy, and then plunged downwards, breaking into the world barrier.

.............................

Ten years have passed since the Dursleys discovered their nephew on their front steps, but Privet Drive remains almost unchanged.

As always, the sun first rose from the tidy front garden, illuminating the beautiful bronze plaque with 'Number 4' on the front door, and then crept into their bedroom.

One night ten years ago, it was in this room that Vernon heard the horrifying news about owls, saw a tabby cat with spectacle-shaped circle spots, and a terrifyingly large owl.

But for once, life became much more 'normal' after that, with only the pictures on the mantelpiece to prove the passage of time.

Dudley is no longer a child. Now the boy in the photos is strong and strong, either riding a bicycle, or standing by the flower bed at the exhibition, or playing computer games with his father, kissing and hugging his mother.

But there's no sign in the photos that another boy lived in the same house.

This is the best and is good for everyone.

But Harry Potter does live here, and he is sleeping now, but unfortunately he won't be able to sleep for long.

Aunt Petunia had woken up and was making the first noise of the day with her piercing screams.

"Wake up! Get up quickly!"

Harry suddenly woke up from his dream and grabbed his glasses from the pillow. After a moment, he realized that it was not the thunder and dragon's scream in the dream, but his aunt knocking on his door again.

"get up!"

She heard Harry's movements behind the thin door. After all, this was originally just a closet under the stairs, and there was no privacy at all.

At the same time Harry heard her walking towards the kitchen, followed by the sound of pots being placed on the stove.

He covered his head and began to recall the dream he had last night.

It's probably a good dream, right? In the dream, there was a flying man, wearing armor that looked like medieval times. The golden weapon in his hand was wrapped with lightning, and the sword made waves when he danced it.

Maybe a god?

But when I think about it carefully, the impression in the dream becomes blurry again.

Dreams are like this and do not exist in reality. Once you wake up, your mind will soon be filled with the trivialities of life.

For example, his aunt turned back again and came to the door.

"Are you up? Harry! I called you!?" she asked.

"That's it, Auntie," said Harry. "I'm looking for my socks."

"You better hurry up, I want you to look at the roast in the garden and if it's burnt I want you to look good. It's your cousin Dudley's birthday and I hope everything goes for the best."

After she finished speaking, she listened carefully, hoping to hear the sound of Harry getting up, but she only heard a short nasal sound, like he snorted.

"What did you say?!" Aunt Petunia screamed again.

Harry jumped out of bed, almost hitting the low ceiling, and began to hurriedly empty the spiders out of his socks.

.............................

"What a fine day, Mrs. Figg."

At the same time, in front of a small building two streets away from Privet Drive, an old lady holding a cat opened the door of her room and saw a young man who was taking off his top hat like a postman. There was no expression on his face, but you could feel that he was relaxed.

"Who are you? Do you know me?"

The old lady looked out through the crack in the door. She had gray hair and a hairnet, slippers and a sloppy nightgown, but she acted as if the copper-colored chain between the crack in front of her was the last guarantee of her chastity.

She was so careful, obviously too careful.

"Ah, this cat, is it called Kick? I saw the black hair on its paws, it's very beautiful."

The person who came had no intention of answering the question. While he was talking rambling words, a black light flashed, and the safety chain hung softly as if it had been bitten by something.

Before she screamed, a strange but handsome man had already flashed through the door:

"Can you introduce me to Professor Dumbledore? I would like to negotiate a deal with him."