, wonderful and free of pop-ups! Maybe it was intentional, maybe not intentionally, in short, when he woke up from a severe pain, he realized that there was a doctor suturing his wound, and this guy didn't even give him an anesthetic.
He was in so much pain that he almost wanted to open his eyes immediately and give the clumsy doctor a wing, but he didn't. He closed his eyes tightly, pretending that he was still sleeping, and tried to listen to the movements around him.
"Is he okay?" The voice of a boy from the left sounded familiar. It took some effort to remember that this was the boy who could copy abilities.
So if he didn't trust the wrong person, he should be safe?
The person who answered the boy was obviously not the doctor who was suturing. He could feel the silent vibration on the person's body. The boy's question was answered immediately, and a woman's voice came from not far away.
"You should go sleep for a while, baby," the woman yawned, "Let Hank do his own thing. You see, this one's wings have also been stitched with wounds. This is the last step, and that one Once the fever has subsided, you can stay in bed until half past ten without any worries, and then you can go play with Nina, or go to class with Bobby and the others, instead of just staying here smelling the smell of blood."
"Very insecure," the boy argued. "If he doesn't see me when he wakes up, he will definitely think that I left them somewhere else."
That's right, I was so smart, I thought so subconsciously, and then I heard the woman sneer.
"If they did do something about it, or got angry with righteous indignation, I think the first thing to protest would be their wounds and their weak bodies. And, I would twist their necks off."
This woman! His breathing became heavier, and at this moment, his breathing was heard, and then he heard the boy shout in surprise: "He's awake...wait! Hank, didn't you give him an anesthetic?! We Doesn’t the anesthetic at home have a long-lasting effect?”
"You asked me to do it... Well, what I mean is that the anesthetic will affect the effect, Harry. His wings will grow very slowly after being anesthetized, which is not good." This was the voice of an adult man, sounding very young and tall. I wonder if this man has a medical license.
He even rolled his eyes under his nose - his father started his career in medicine, and he had worked hard to get his wings, and there had never been any suggestion that anesthesia would affect the recovery of his wings.
"You're so funny, Hank." The woman's annoyed voice made me feel very happy.
"Aunt," he heard the boy say when he was about to open his eyes, "I told you it was just an accident, an accident, I'm really fine and he didn't do anything to me except being stubborn like a cow—"
"...Who are you saying is as stubborn as a cow?" He opened his eyes and protested weakly, "And where is this place?"
Then he saw the boy turn his head and show a happy smile. With black hair, green eyes, and round-rimmed glasses from an unknown era, this was indeed the child from last night.
"You're really awake! This is my home school, remember what I told you?" He said in a very understanding tone of 'This is my home's school', and at the same time he ran over and pulled out the bed next door. curtains, "But I think you'd rather see Kurt before you listen to me!"
kurt? who?
Before his mind could turn around, he saw behind the curtain opened by the boy. The old crybaby, the blue-skinned kid who had only known him for a few hours and wanted to save him absurdly, was wearing a suit. He was lying on the bed in a hospital gown that was obviously slightly fat, sleeping in a hazy state. And the strange thing is that there is a book beside his bed... is that a fairy tale book? !
Looking at Harry with questioning eyes: "...What's wrong with him?"
"Relax, you are much more serious than him," the young doctor said softly beside his bed, "He woke up once..."
"Then he held me in tears and asked how the angel was doing." Harry pursed his lips and smiled, "I showed him you, and then read him some fairy tales, and he fell asleep."
"...Bedtime story?" he said weakly.
"He wanted to hear it." The black-haired boy picked up the book, "So I read it to him—he couldn't read."
He couldn't read, of course - there was no chance for a monster being sold around in a circus cage.
"I'll teach him." He didn't know what he was thinking, but he just said it subconsciously, "He will know how to read."
He regretted saying this - it sounded like a defense.
Harry couldn't help laughing: "...Well, you don't have to be like this, I really, really don't mean to look down on him..."
"I didn't do that." He said coldly, "The person who asked you to come is my father. Where is he?"
"Yes, yes, your father, so why don't you look to your left?" It was the woman's voice again.
So he moved his head with difficulty and looked to the left.
The man he was familiar with, the man who had brought him up since childhood and rarely accompanied him - his father, his only relative, was sitting in the distance with an unprecedented tiredness and ignominy. He was ten steps away, and there was no sound at all. Blue eyes similar to his were looking here silently and persistently. The eyeballs were bloodshot. When he looked over, those eyes were a little turbulent and very... Almost sinking.
His suit was taken off to one side, his tie was gone, his sleeves were rolled up high, and there was some shocking blood stains on his white shirt.
Looking at him, I feel that it is really difficult for him to speak now. But there was a voice in his heart, telling him to talk to his father, even just a word.
"...Dad?" He felt for a moment that he actually didn't speak at all, but his vocal cords were hurting and his voice was hoarse. "...Did you not sleep?"
This shouldn't be what he said - the first words of a son who ran away from home shouldn't be like this. He should ask why his father is here and why he interferes with him, but he couldn't help but ask that sentence.
"Good question," the annoying woman said nonchalantly, "Your father stayed with you all night, including changing your hospital gown and applying medicine. He did all of this. He didn't have time to sleep."
Ignoring her, he just kept looking at his father's eyes.
"...You almost didn't come back." His chapped lips moved a few times before he heard the man answer him in the same hoarse voice, "You haven't woken up, and I can't sleep because of it."
"I'm awake now."
"Yes, you're awake, and I thank God for that... son."
"...Do you still want me to 'become a normal person' now?"
"If you don't want to," Mr. expressed his opinion eagerly and awkwardly. He looked completely like he had gone through a serious illness and had no previous momentum at all, "I won't, son."
After looking at him for a long time, looking at all the expressions on his father's face, it was only when he saw that he knew that this was not a temporary compromise, but a true understanding and concession, that he showed his first expression in a long time from last night to now. laugh.
"I think it's time for me to go to sleep, Dad," he said with rare gentleness, "because I want to get better quickly and then go home and see my dog--if you don't starve it to death."
Harry stood aside and could clearly feel that the father was almost moved to tears by these words, so he had to turn his back in embarrassment.
"Except for losing you and losing your energy, everything is fine with you Steve." The husband said, "When you get better, we will go home."
Harry picked up the fairy tale book and quietly took his aunt, who still wanted to say a few more words, and walked out - Look, everything is getting better, isn't it?
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When Narcissa walked into her son's bedroom carrying a plate of chocolate chip cookies she had made by herself, she happened to see a scene she rarely saw -
——Her son, who can easily write a decent invitation letter, is holding an expensive carved quill pen, unable to start with the parchment, pacing left and right, Narcissa deliberately remained silent for ten seconds, and found that ten seconds Later, her son actually still looked like this.
The black dog at her feet purred to express its pleasure.
"Shut up, Sirius." After scolding softly, Narcissa knocked on the door frame: "My dear? What are you doing?"
The black dog curiously poked its head out next to her legs, showing the same curiosity.
"...Mom! You should have knocked on the door first!" The boy with a platinum-blond head was startled by his mother. He sat down and clutched his chest, his face turned red. "I...I am writing a letter, Yes, writing, it’s okay, Mom.”
"You were able to write letters when you were six years old, but now you look like you're struggling - don't tell me that you still can't write." Narcissa raised her eyebrows and smiled, indicating that she didn't take this perfunctory approach at all. And to the point, "Are you writing to your new friend Harry?"
He noticed that the wild dog under his mother's feet suddenly jumped three feet into the air. He looked at it strangely, and then answered nervously with a sense of being discovered: "Yes, Mom, you know, before he asked me if I wanted to I was willing to be his guide, and I got their home address from my godfather, but..." he said embarrassingly, "How on earth should I write a letter to a salvation boy who grew up in the United States?"
"I thought you guys had a pretty good chat before." Narcissa walked over and put the plate down, quietly stepping on the back of the dog's paw with the tips of her high heels, and said casually, "You write like you usually do when you invite Pansy and the others. That’s enough, isn’t it?”
"Those are all etiquette and things that should be done." At this time, he showed a little pride, "He is much better than Pansy and the others - he can do magic without a wand, and there are some tricks that I can't see, mom. He is different! It seems that he does not just have a glorious reputation like the godfather said."
"It looks like you appreciate him, honey."
"Of course! This shows that Malfoy's choice is always the best."
Hei Gou heard this and snorted heavily - you just happened to meet him. What do you mean, what you choose is always the best. Harry is always the best!
Hum, malfoy, hum.
"I think I need to remind you," Narcissa felt that she should give her son a heads up, "the R family has always been a typical gryffindor."
Hearing this sentence, he became stiff. But three seconds later he regained his complacency, and said in the same casual tone as Narcissa: "No, mom, he must be a Slytherin, definitely."
"Oh, really." Narcissa skipped the topic, "Then let's see - how many letters did you write?"
She pulled out the parchment at once, only to see that it was empty, except for the unique pattern of the Malfoy family's letters, which was the beginning - dearharry.
"I think you can use a more normal tone," Narcissa smiled slightly and put down the parchment. She actually had a lot of experience with this kind of thing. "Since you said that he grew up in a commoner family in the United States, then, as a Heir to one of the oldest families in the wizarding world. I have some magical items. I think you can send him as a small gift. It must be very novel to him, isn't it? But it can't be something cheap that can be bought in a store. Goods, you have to pick something that suits your mutual status. As for the letters, you don’t have to be too formal. You will be friends rather than collaborators. You don’t have to learn how to write letters like your father. Oh, by the way, I will do it for you. Order British snacks and you can send them to him so he can taste our taste. What do you think of this idea?"
"...Mom, you are so experienced." He was stunned by his mother's effortless attitude. The problem he had spent an afternoon on was solved. Think about how his mother's craftsmanship would be praised. The platinum-blond boy I couldn't help but smile proudly at my mother, "I think he will like your craftsmanship."
"Yes, I am very experienced and happy to help you, dear." Accepting a hug from her son, Narcissa said gently, "Then you can carefully select the gift first, and I will go to the kitchen to make some. Different kinds of snacks, and if you hurry, you can get a reply tomorrow.”
"Thank you, Mom!" He said sincerely, and couldn't help but immediately walked to the room where he kept the gifts and magic objects for guests, as fast as if someone had put a needle stinging spell under his butt, " Ahem, I think I should go and see if there's anything worth giving away first. See you at dinner, Mom."
"Oh, boy." Narcissa sighed as she looked at the excited figure walking away, and kicked the dog under her feet with the toe of her shoe with a sense of superiority, "I think there is no problem with my craftsmanship at all. No, Sirius? After all, you were the one who complained to me that all the snacks I gave you were robbed, right? "
The big dog nudged her with its head flatteringly.
"Yes, yes, I'll do it right, so - don't get my dress dirty, Sirius."
"...Ouch."
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"You have a spelling mistake here," Jean frowned at the homework, "...Wait a minute, this is not your homework?"
"I don't need to learn Latin yet," said, "This is Harry's homework."
"Because the spell is Latin?"
"uh-huh."
"...It's so pitiful." Jean shook his head with some sympathy, put his book aside and sat next to him, "Have you thought about what gift to give Harry for admission?"
"No." When talking about this issue, the usually majestic 'Escape Captain' got a headache. "Jean, you know, my ability is not suitable for Harry - who knows if there are red quartz glasses in the wizarding world."
"He doesn't need glasses. Sometimes he may just need your ability to save his life."
Jean's words made his expression a little better, so he continued: "Actually, I think the professors are too nervous - it is said that Hogwarts is the safest place in the British wizarding world."
"I question this." Jean said in his head with an absolute tone, "If that's the case - why didn't Harry's parents take Harry there to take refuge?"
"God, how do you," he was startled by this topic, licked his lips, and moved forward nervously, crossing his hands in front of his knees, "I mean, do you know this?"
"I bought a lot of books about history." Jean smiled slightly, "Harry is like my little brother. I can't... just let him go to a place where none of us can go."
"You know what you said is very similar to the professor."
"Thank you for the compliment." The red-haired girl flipped up her long hair and sat in a very graceful posture. "Then let's turn the topic back - the others are ready, it's just you."
"Everyone?"
"It's everyone right away - it is said that they plan to kill Harry in the infirmary while he is out shopping. John vowed to pull a handful of feathers from the screaming child and give them to Harry, and then see if they can find the blue-skinned child. If you want anything, I don’t think they’re going to let anyone go.”
He slapped himself into the palm of his hand: "It sounds really exciting, but I just don't know what to give Harry!"
"Then think about it slowly," the red-haired girl stood up with a smile, "Harry's new friend sent a large gift in the form of a majestic eagle. The snacks are so delicious, I want to try more A few bucks."
He immediately stood up from his seat: "——I think I have already thought about it. I need some dessert to comfort my stomach!"
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Mrs. Malfoy's special desserts are really delicious. They have five kinds of cookies, four kinds of cakes and mousses, and a big bag of assorted candies that no one has tasted. Harry's favorite is this bag of candies, each of them Each one is cut perfectly, but has different postures, just like an artist polishing it casually but unintentionally creating a masterpiece. These candies come in the shape of flowers such as roses, lilies, and roses, as well as objects such as the sun, running ponies, and chess pieces. The strange thing is that none of these things are the same, and they have different flavors and are colorful. Maybe the first bite you taste is strawberry-flavored rose candy, and the next bite you taste is moon candy flavored with lemon milk.
Harry picked out all the animals among them (they could even move and scream when they were pinched), gave them to Nina, and asked his little princess to chatter to the candies, and then Let the girls choose as they please.
After the girls finished choosing, he sat with the boys to share the remaining desserts and candies, and took a look at the tightly wrapped and expensive-looking gifts.
Along with the gifts and desserts came a soft piece of paper with the scent of laurel, on which were written a few simple lines in casual and flamboyant cursive script:
harry：
I have a little time the day after tomorrow, and we can meet at the door of Florin's Cold Drink Shop at ten o'clock in the morning - for the previous agreement. Regarding the itinerary, I have already made a detailed plan. You can think about what you want to know first. I hope we can have a good time that day.
Also, say hello to your family and enclose some gifts, which I don't think you would have had the chance to see growing up in the Muggle world. And, my mother says hello to you with her dessert.
·malfoy
"I thought he would be the more proud type." Harry looked at the note with a little surprise and a little joy, "Because he seems to come from a very rich old aristocratic family. .”
"He's only eleven years old, Harry," Charles watched the boys opening gifts with great interest, "You don't have to think too much - it's obvious that he is very willing to have a deeper friendship with you, so I think you can too. Don’t be too nervous and enjoy the day with your friends.”
"You are always right, Dad." Harry next to him nodded obediently and pulled out a small box, "Wow."
There was something like a toy crystal ball placed in the dark blue box. Before Harry took it out, he noticed that it was emitting a faint light. Sean's eyes were very sharp and he immediately shouted: "Someone go and close the curtains?" ——”
"Oh shut up, Sean," Alex said, "You're going to knock the curtains down."
"This - it's so beautiful." Charles couldn't help but sigh in admiration when he saw Harry take out the crystal ball from the darkness, "This is magic."
On the exquisite bronze base, the transparent crystal ball contains the smallest and most vast sky. Under the sky with the bright stars hanging, a castle that is too delicate to be seen with the naked eye, but brilliantly lit, makes a subtle sound inside. Take it. If you look with a magnifying glass, everyone can see that inside the window, which is no bigger than a human fingernail, there are people moving around and making conversations.
Erik came down from the kitchen, and when he was wondering why the living room was so dark, he saw Charles taking the crystal ball from his son's hand, the bright stars reflected in his blue eyes, and he hugged his boy, His voice was soft, and his tone was like the feathers of a white swan floating gently, touching everyone's hearts, but he continued without noticing:
"I guess you don't need to read the history books, Harry - it's obviously the Hogwarts," said Charles. "There's no doubt about it. Look, it's so fascinating."
How charming he is. Erik looked at the man whose eyes reflected the light in the darkness and thought to himself.
- He's like the most charming man in the world...or he always has been.
