It was a four- or five-hour drive from Washington to New York, and of course it was faster by air, so when the academy was not over, Eric and his party returned home.

"What about Ms. Mora?" Before the Auroro could get closer, her voice came first.

"She's going to stay and do some more communication, you know some of her old friends are there." Eric replied, and John came running, followed by a group of students, large and small.

"Chief, how did you get out of that strange suit, we haven't figured it out for a long time." John yelled, the little hairy heads were making a private bet.

"A little secret." Eric blinked, not telling them the truth.

The young people immediately wailed.

"You're so bold to speak, that's Congress." Auroro approached, and she whispered.

"It's just a hearing, and it's all over." Eric felt her concern and put his arms around her waist comfortingly.

Auroro patted Eric's hand in disgust, but Eric pointed to the side and she said no more.

Over there are Hank and Yuriko, the old husband and young wife kissing passionately together.

"I say," said Eric, leaning in to Auroro's ear with ill will. "Shall we learn from them again?"

Auroro's face immediately turned red, and she remembered the gesture of "marching into Paris" again, and hurriedly broke free, standing with the laughing piano.

Seeing her shy appearance, Eric spread his hands to express his helplessness, and then was surrounded by students, asking about Capitol Hill, they came to the academy by themselves, and even New York rarely went there, let alone the seat of the Capitol. They threw out the questions in one go, and Eric seemed to be back in the circle of reporters, explaining to them without stopping.

The professor was the furthest away from the group, and he quietly rested in the shade of a tree on the hillside, the afterglow of the setting sun obscured by the trunk of the tree, and the shadow obscured him.

He quietly watched the jubilant scene on the playground, since Eric came here, the academy had become vibrant, young people no longer had their hearts on their minds every day, children did not wake up from nightmares often, and relations with ordinary people were improving, which was exactly what he had been pursuing.

However, when this scene did come, Charles Xavier suddenly couldn't find his place.

He was no longer the most indispensable one who was needed, and even his most loyal disciple, Scott, had left.

Looking at these joyful people, the professor felt an indescribable loss in his heart.

"Charles." Hearing someone call his name, the professor was stunned for a moment before turning around, and Hank was standing beside him.

"Hi, Hank." The professor said. "Aren't you with Yuriko?"

"She has friends of her own." Hank said, bending over the professor's wheelchair.

"What are you thinking?" Hank asked, looking into the professor's eyes.

The professor looked up, and his old friend's eyes were looking deeply into him, and the kind of insightful look made the always wise man have some urge to avoid it.

"I'm kind of like Scott, if only he were here." The professor made excuses and prevaricated, but of course he was thinking about the student.

Hank gently pushed the wheelchair and slowly moved the professor in the shade.

"I've been waiting for this moment for years, Charles." Hank said thoughtfully as he looked at the people in the distance. "Remember when we first met, when I was a researcher in a subordinate department of cIa, it was you who exposed me in front of my boss, and then we became a team and fought for our compatriots."

"Yes, I remember. I can still remember what you looked like back then, in white overalls, with a green face, and your highly myopic glasses, like whiskey? The bottom is as thick. The professor is nostalgic for the past, and the experiences that have long since disappeared from history are still deeply etched in his mind.

"We had a lot of friends at that time, and the other Eric was still our companion, and we faced the enemy together, and even if they were defeated and fled, we never gave up hope." Hank whispered, the wheelchair approaching the edge of the shade. "Why is this, I often think about this question later, obviously no one helps us, but we are confident that we can change our lives on our own."

"Later I understood that the reason why I have faith is because we are united." The wheelchair crossed the shadows, and the professor looked at the sunlight falling on his toes. "Because of our unity, we really did a miracle, and monsters like Sebastian Shaw were defeated at our hands, and when I learned the news, I believed that nothing in the world could not be changed before us."

"I was sad when Eric left, not only because he took Raven with him, but he also took away my dreams. But I think the saddest person should be you, you have not only lost your legs, you have lost Raven, but also lost a brother, and you will continue to fight in the days to come. ”

"In those days, despite our victories over the Brotherhood, I never felt a glimmer of hope again, and I think the more victories we had, the harder it would be for our internal wounds to heal, and the mutants were divided into two camps, neither of which could really win, and as long as we continued to fight each other, there would be no changeovers. Perhaps it will not be until humanity launches an all-out offensive that we will not be able to shake hands again under the threat of death. Hank looked into the distance and sighed lowly. It was a dark time. ”

The professor was silent, the sun falling on his lap, the reflected light piercing his eyes.

"I don't know if you realize this, that is, although your choices are contrary to Eric, neither of you can really get us out of danger, you can't stop the endless encroachment of humans, Eric can't destroy human hostility, your efforts cancel each other out, the situation of mutants has not changed for decades, while humanity is gradually growing, and now we have no advantage in power."

"Who can save us, it's not Professor X, it's not Magneto, it's the combined force of the two of them, only if the professor and Magneto shake hands and stand together again, the mutants will be rejuvenated."

"Charles, look over there." Hank pointed to the playground, and the professor followed his hand to see a slender woman strolling along, and as she approached the crowd, her appearance quickly changed, first from an ordinary white-collar woman to a blue-skinned woman, and then to a beautiful woman in her twenties.

"Even Raven doesn't stick to her old ideas anymore, can't we learn to change?"

"Let go of your mind, let go of mind control, don't be fooled by your abilities, you have done too much for mutants, there will always be your place here, and now it has come to a new era, Xavier Academy has a new Magneto, what are you still hesitating about?"

"Let go of your worries, let go of the shackles on Eric."

The professor looked up at his old friend's honest and aged face, and he realized that he had reached the golden sunset.

"You're right, Hank." The professor looked away at the youthful and lively young man, and let out a long breath. "I won't worry about anything anymore, I can't control it, I've given my life, and there will always be my legend here."

"In any case, I am the founder of this era." The professor looked at Eric, who was standing in the middle of the students, and a sense of pride regenerated in his body. "It's time for the new Magneto, and I'll see what he does."

When the professor and Hank looked at Eric from the hillside, Eric was looking at Raven, the enchantress seemed to have made up her mind to appear as a young woman today, she walked up gracefully, winked at Auroro and Jean, and greeted her adopted daughter, Mary, before coming to Eric's side.

"You look fabulous today." Eric praised the woman who was close to him.

"How about those two?" Raven glanced at her side maliciously, and her eyes immediately made Auroro angry, but Jean stopped her, and the two left with the students, giving Eric a space to talk.

Eric touched his nose and decided to ignore her words.

"Is something wrong?" He asked.

"The man you brought to my attention slipped out of the academy and is now on a boat in the canal, and it seems that he intends to go on a sightseeing trip from the east coast to the west inner 6."

"It's not safe in the West." Eric thought for a moment, it was hard for him to get that far now, and the old monster that was hidden was not easy to deal with.

"It's all a good thing you did, it's normal to be robbed of your girlfriend and go out for a walk." Raven teased as she looked at Eric.

"Then let your people keep up with you, and keep me informed if there's anything going on." Eric shrugged. "I really don't want him to get in trouble."

When he said this, his expression was solemn, and Raven was not joking, and agreed seriously.

"Charles will be watching him too, don't worry too much." She reassured, and Eric nodded, putting the matter down.

"Are you going to meet them?" He tilted his head to the other side of the hill, and Raven looked up for a moment, the golden setting sun shining brightly, except for the man with his back to the sun.

She was stunned for a moment, then shook her head.

"Some people want to see you." She got down to business.

"It's not the time yet." Eric refused.

"If you don't want to take his place, he can't stay in it forever, we have to have a leader." Raven was a little anxious, the man she was talking about would have no more influence than anyone else in an underground prison a few hundred meters deep, and an operation was hatching within the Brotherhood to free him from his imprisonment.

Once he comes out, Eric will take the brunt of it, and with the character of that one, he will never let two Magnetos exist in the world at the same time.

"Don't worry." Eric's eyes were faint as he stared at the last rays of sunset in the sky. "I will sue him, his time has passed."

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