In Xavier's Manor outside New York, Charles, who was teaching, looked out the window in surprise and said to the students present: "That's it for today, don't forget your homework." ”

The students watched in silence as Charles turned his wheelchair and faced the slowly opening classroom door.

Dressed in a dark blue suit, Landau was gracefully walking down the hallway to the classroom.

"Long time no see, Charles!" Landau greeted Charles and hugged him warmly.

Landau looked at Charles briefly, knowing in his heart that in the end he still couldn't escape the stray bullet, and quipped, "It seems that you haven't had a good time all these years." ”

Seeing Charles reach out to his own temple, Landau hurriedly stopped and said loudly, "It's me, your Uncle Landau." ”

Charles looked up at Landau and finally found out from the depths of his memory that the person in front of him was his childhood governess.

A knowledgeable and elegant man, but also with some strange fetishes, whether it's liking to assign academic tasks or wanting to learn martial arts on his own.

"Teacher Landau, long time no see."

Landau patted Charles's arms and whispered, "If you were willing to learn martial arts with me, at least now you can walk with your hands and not be paralyzed in a wheelchair." ”

The students in the classroom were still in shock, and Landau turned out to be Dr. Charles's uncle.

He looked so young, with dazzling blonde hair radiating light, and a classical elegance in his gestures.

If you want to say that it is a Hollywood actor, or a prince who comes out of a mural, some people will believe it.

And Dr. Charles in front of the students is not old, but he does not have the energy he had before.

Even this class had to substitute because the piano had something to do temporarily.

Landau looked up and saw several familiar faces, but he didn't expect them to be mutants, and he was also studying at Harvard University.

But apparently these children don't know that the most demanding professor in the history department is themselves, after all, they only have a few days to use their current face.

Walking behind Charles's wheelchair, Landau pushed Charles out of the classroom.

Looking at the rooms that had now been converted into classrooms, Landau asked, "People tend to forget something when they get old, and it may be a little late to ask this question now."

But I still want to ask, is my room still there? ”

Charles crossed his fingers on his chest and let Landau push him through the door.

"Mr. Landau—" Charles turned his head to the camera in the hallway, verifying the information as he prepared to explain.

"Just call me Dr. Landau."

Landau gently opened the door, and saw that it was not his former room, but a mechanical door slowly shrinking.

Looking at the mechanical doors that shrank to both sides, Landau sighed: "It's really a matter of people, but a child solemnly promised me that Xavier Manor would keep this room forever." ”

"Dr. Landau, you know, being a mutant comes with a lot of difficulties."

Landau pushed Charles into the elevator, looked at the door that closed automatically and mechanically, did not speak, and quietly listened to Charles's explanation.

"I think you, who have been looking the same for decades, should also be a mutant, and you should understand our situation. Xavier Manor has now been renamed Xavier Gifted Junior Academy. ”

As he spoke, the elevator door opened again, and he had arrived at the underground base.

Stepping out of the elevator, Landau saw a curved platform stretching out at the end of the short aisle.

Standing on the platform and looking out, Landau saw a huge underground town, brightly lit, and a man could be seen flying towards him.

Behind him, the author Charles walked over in his wheelchair, "This is the New York underground, inspired by the story you told me, the London underground."

During my renovation of Xavier Manor, I discovered that your room, Dr. Landau, was connected to this place. ”

"So, you've built a city underground that belongs to mutants."

Landau propped his hands on the platform and watched as the mutant flapped his wings awkwardly.

The arrival of the "Angel" evokes the memory of Landau thousands of years ago, when he was dressed in golden winged armor and worshipped as a god.

"It's called the Land of Mutants, and Eric has been a great help." Charles pointed to the ivory tower to the side and said, "Dr. Landau, your room is over there." ”

Charles pressed the mechanism, and the armrests of the platform joined into a ring.

With Charles's manipulation, Landau saw that the platform had turned into a lifting platform and was descending.

"We've expanded the original space a little bit."

While Charles was talking, the angel landed on the platform and looked at Landau warily, "Dr. Charles, who is this?" ”

"I'm Charles's uncle, just call me Landau." Landau introduced himself before Charles, looking at the angel's wings with interest.

I have to say that when there is a person who looks like an "angel" and has a pair of wings behind his back standing in front of him, it is a normal behavior to want to touch his wings.

"Uh... Worthington, this is Dr. Landau. Charles stretched out his hand to introduce Landau's identity and explain his intentions.

After all, according to Charles, it is rare to come to the land of mutants, unless there are new X-Men or residents.

Landau walked up to Worthington, looked at his white wings, and tested his attitude, "Can I touch it?" ”

Worthington took a few steps back, looked at Landau vigilantly, and whispered to Charles, "If there's nothing else, then I'll go back." ”

With that, Landau saw Worthington fly high and fly back in the direction he had come.

Worthington, who was flying in the sky, looked at Landau on the ground, thinking to himself, this is another weirdo, Dr. Charles's friends are all weirdos, and suddenly felt a hand gently brushing his wings, and quickly turned around in the air to see who was playing a prank.

Finding nothing, Worthington returned with a frown.

Charles looked at Landau in surprise, after all, Landau in front of him had just opened a flaming portal, and after reaching in, he quickly closed the portal.

"What's that?"

Charles manipulated the platform to open the guardrail, feeling that his childhood teacher was so strange.

Landau walked up behind Charles, snapped his fingers, and a portal appeared in front of the two.

Pushing Charles through the portal from the platform to his room, Landau came to him and said, "What else could it be?" Charles, I told you, you're not the special one. ”

"It's magic, Charles."

Landau closed the portal and looked around, revealing that the room, though much larger, was still roughly the same as it had been back then.

Pulling out a cardboard box from the cupboard and looking at the vacuum-packed documents, Landau thought to himself, it was indeed right to leave these things here in the first place.

Charles came to Landau in his wheelchair and confessed, "To be honest, when I first saw these documents, I thought you were a traveler across time and space. ”

Landau found the document he wanted, pulled it out, put the cardboard box on Charles's lap, and laughed, "I'm not a time traveler, I'm just a person of bad luck and not bad luck." ”

"It's all yours, Charles. This is compensation for you keeping my belongings for me. ”

Landau raised his hand to stop Charles, knowing full well that Charles would refuse the gift, explaining: "It's more for these children, is your school sustained by tuition and fundraising?"

Investment in education is a bottomless project. ”

Charles looked up at Landau, looked at his innocent smile, and nodded slowly at the thought of the increasingly tight funds.

Landau snapped his fingers, and the sudden portal devoured the cardboard box, and he put the papers in his hand on Charles's wheelchair, explaining, "When you go to work, go and look at those equity papers." Tell your Uncle Landau your story. ”

Push Charles as he walks through the streets of town and listens to Charles talk about his past and the origins of the land of mutants.

In fact, Charles's experience is no different from what Landau knows, and most of the stories fit the development of the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

When James Howlett, aka Wolverine, comes to the door and asks for Charles' help to stop Raven and intends to reverse the future, everything is different.

Despite some twists and turns, Charles and Magneto eventually worked together to erase the terrifying future.

But Charles is well aware that the root of all this is not from Bolívar Teslac, but from the fact that there can never be a real understanding between people.

"So, despite Trask's development of sentinels, mutants will be doomed in the future."

Landau pushed Charles to stop in front of the traffic light, and said in surprise: "You still chose another way: erase everyone's memories and make this history non-existent?" ”

Charles looked at the mutants coming and going, and said softly: "Don't cling to the appearance of things, see the essence of things." If there is no difference, there will naturally be no conflict, that's what you said. ”

Landau laughed with satisfaction, watched the green lights of the pedestrians flash, and pushed Charles through the crowd towards the opposite street.

"But that's not enough, even if the memory is erased, the words on the file can't be erased." Landau asked suspiciously, "What did you do later?" ”

Charles reached out and touched his head, which was slippery and without a single hair, and sighed: "When I first cleared my memory, I kept the memory of the person in power and made a deal with him. ”

"I remember the story you told me that when people didn't agree to open the windows, they first claimed to lift the roof."

"When I made it clear that all mutants would side with Eric, the authorities agreed to my deal. They're in charge of blocking all news about mutants, and I'm in charge of keeping mutants out of human life. ”