, wonderful and free of pop-ups! After Harry shrunk all the boxes and put them into his backpack - which contained a magic bag recommended by Yu that can expand space and reduce weight - he picked up Nina and held the girl tightly. In his arms, because Nina was too small and could not be held by Harry, it might be easy for something to go wrong.
"Are you ready, Nina?" Harry asked the yawning girl softly.
Nina hugged Harry's neck with both hands, trying hard not to fall down: "Well, I'm ready, Harry!"
"Good girl." Harry praised him. After the girl raised a smile, he closed his eyes and rushed towards the pillar that was said to be the entrance.
"Look, look, take good care of him." This time Li Qianhuan whispered in his ear, "Maybe our little Harry has awakened."
"Don't seek death. The professor's old friend is standing in front of you." Li Qianhuan quickly glared at him, "You started acting up when Jean wasn't here."
"I did not say it.
"No, if Jean was here, you wouldn't dare." Li Qianhuan came to a conclusion and then ignored him.
Hank and he finally came back from parking the car. At this moment, Hank was standing next to Charles, rubbing his hands, eager to try the pillar: "Am I next?"
Rolling his eyes: "Then you go."
In these days, Hank has read all the theoretical books on magic that Harry brought back, and studied some of the school supplies that Harry brought back one by one, and he was fascinated. At least Harry often found that when he needed to do some previews, he was not If this one is missing, that one is missing. If he hadn't lost his temper, Hank would probably steal Harry's wand with the intention of doing a full-body analysis on it.
In the end, Harry had to put all his things away and warned Hank repeatedly and seriously: "If you accidentally break your precious machine and break my wand... I think my aunt will kill you before you commit suicide." about you."
Although he later found Harry to be very cute when he pretended to be serious, Harry did feel a little tired - the scientist's thirst for knowledge was so terrifying.
Think about it, even Hank encouraged him to buy a broomstick - that's Hank!
Harry felt that this was like what Nina's father said casually at the dinner table: "I was also very surprised at the time, why a person who felt ashamed even showing his too big feet would let himself go for three days without taking a shower. Research and develop new equipment...perhaps there is a crazy beast roaring inside the scientists."
…
There was actually no feeling when passing through the wall, and there seemed to be no sequelae, but there was no doubt that when Harry heard the whistle of the train and the noisy voices of people, he knew that he had arrived inside platform nine and three-quarters.
"Merlin, you're finally here. I thought I had to wait another half hour."
Before Harry could stand still, he heard a familiar voice complaining. He put Nina down and turned around to say hello naturally: "Good morning."
The platinum-blond boy didn't have any boxes at hand. He stood by a window inside the car with his arms folded, talking to him through the half-open glass window, "Why did you come so late? And who is that? You My little girlfriend?”
"My family is in the United States." Harry held Nina's hand helplessly, "Also, don't teach Nina a bad lesson, she is only six years old. Nina, this is my friend, this is the daughter of my father's friend, and also my pen pal nina .”
Nina looked at Harry and then at Harry, and then she said hello openly: "Hello, brother."
His body stiffened for a moment when he heard such a call, and soon he disappeared from the window. Harry keenly heard him shouting, 'Take out my box, hurry up, you idiot! 'Such a rude thing... But fortunately, he is used to this kind of person. He is not bad but his mouth is always bad.
So when he saw a meeting gift given to Nina, he calmly said thank you, and Nina thanked her sweetly, and happily lowered her head to play with the flower-shaped hairpin polished with gems.
"You're welcome." There was a thin layer of red on his face. After speaking, he whispered to Harry quickly: "She is cuter than the witches I have seen - you lucky guy."
"..., I told you she's not my girlfriend." Harry said, feeling a little proud, "Of course Nina will be prettier than them."
He said it as decisively as if he had met any of the said witches.
"Dad!" Nina suddenly broke away from Harry's hand and ran towards the wall where they came in. At the same time, she said something that almost shocked Harry's jaw, "Uncle Charles, you can stand up!"
Harry looked over there in shock, and saw Charles and Eric walking side by side, and the wheelchair he had watched for ten years was no longer even a shadow - he could even see how the white suit pants made his father's The two long legs looked slender and perfect, and how the new pair of handmade leather shoes moved rhythmically with his father's feet.
This was almost a scene that Harry had never seen before. Looking at this scene, he felt as if he was in a dream - his father could stand and walk towards him, just like he had imagined before.
"That's your dad?" He didn't know what was going on, and he didn't realize anything when he looked over, "Which one is it?"
Harry answered him in a daze: "The one with the blue eyes."
"Oh, although not as good as my dad - but your dad is also quite handsome." Looking at Charles up and down with critical eyes, he finally admitted reluctantly, "He has a pair of beautiful blue eyes."
"..., excuse me!"
Harry ran away, and then suddenly ran into Charles's arms, almost knocking him and falling backwards. Fortunately, Erik caught him in time.
Erik said: "You scared your son."
Charles hugged Harry and smiled easily: "No, Erik, this is a surprise. Sweetheart, Harry, baby, what's wrong with you? Why don't you look up at your handsome father? Huh?"
"How did you do it!" Harry raised his head from his arms and said in disbelief, "Dad, you were obviously..."
"He's pretending." Erik revealed the mystery without a look before Charles opened his mouth. He didn't have a very good attitude towards the matter. "He took an injection this morning just so he could walk up to see you off. In order to give you a surprise, he was always pretending before."
When Harry heard this explanation, his heart, which was in a state of excitement and happiness, suddenly turned cold and sad.
There were a lot of words stuck in his throat, making him want to yell out. Maybe he would have done this in the past... But maybe it was because he was about to leave home, maybe it was because of the influence of the crazy night before. , Harry quickly realized that his dad had gotten that damn painful injection that would allow his dad to stand up, just for him.
This was his father's love for him, and he couldn't blame it.
"...I will cure your leg." He finally said to Charles with red eyes, heavy and serious, "I will try my best to find a way to cure you. One day I will Let you proudly run through the streets of New York with your legs without any medicine." Promise,
"I have no doubt about it, honey. And I have to defend myself. Don't think that I have been wronged. An injection for my son is nothing. Harry, don't listen to Erik." Charles smiled and kissed His son's face, "It's getting late - take care of yourself at school, and if you can, find time to write to me, or you know how crazy your friends and your aunt will be."
"...Dad, speaking of this," Harry suddenly thought of a question, "Why are there only the two of you?"
"It was suggested by the staff in charge." Erik said, "We can understand that you are from a non-wizard family, you are young, and it is your first time to travel far away. But please don't come with so many people at once, otherwise the recognition magic at the entrance will be difficult. Malfunctioning, he said so."
"In order to comfort the disappointed Hank, your aunt went with him." Charles said, straightening his son's bangs and collar again, "Don't stay up late at school, make more friends, and if you have any difficulties, call them immediately. Contact your family, and don’t forget to bring some of the things Jean and they give you every day..."
Harry listened to each sentence, and for the first time he discovered that his father could be so verbose, but at the same time he was very reluctant to let go of this verbosity - he was about to go to a distant place to live a boarding life, and he only had Christmas vacation. Only then can he go back.
"You also have to eat well, dad, and you can't stop taking care of yourself just because I'm not here." Harry couldn't help but call Charles the name he used at home, "otherwise I will know."
Nina pulled Harry's sleeve and shook it: "Don't forget to write to me too! You have to write even if I can't reply!"
"I will, Nina," Harry looked back and found that he was already telling him to hurry up, and hugged Charles again, "I will miss you, Dad."
"I think I'll miss you more than you do, son." Charles said, then patted him on the shoulder, "Go find your friend—he's such a beautiful boy."
"Goodbye, Uncle Erik." Harry hugged Erik carefully again, "I will miss you too."
As if he didn't expect to receive a hug from him, Erik paused, and then he nodded: "Take care of yourself at school, don't let Charles worry."
"Okay," Charles said, "if we keep talking, Harry will miss the train - remember to drink milk every night, son! Otherwise, he won't grow taller!"
Then he pushed Harry, regardless of his son's dislike of height issues, and just smiled and watched his son run a few steps before turning around and running towards the platinum-blond boy.
One hand of Nina was held by her father, and the other hand kept waving. She reluctantly watched Harry get into the car before putting her hand down.
Erik waited until Harry got in the car before he began to teach Charles a lesson in a deep voice.
"You can't do whatever you want in the future." Erik said, "If you don't have the ability, you will be in danger."
"But you're here this time, Erik." Erik looked at the blue-eyed bastard smiling shamefully at him, a smile that was charming and flattering. "You won't put me in danger, Erik."
Erik couldn't refute, so he tried to maintain his dignity with a serious expression: "I'm not always here."
Charles had listened to his lesson for a long time. At this moment, he really didn’t want to hear it anymore, so he walked freely to the entrance and disappeared. Before that, he had taken him away without knowing it and looked up at the adults. nina.
Erik was left on the spot and was stunned for about three seconds. Then he sighed and followed after a few steps.
…
Harry was carrying a backpack and being pulled along, walking quickly along the very retro train corridor.
In the process, he looked at the design of the car with great interest - how should I put it, it is obviously close to the medieval design, but it does not feel old or shabby at all. Many things can be seen to be a bit old at first glance, but Still looks new and shiny.
"My mother brought me a big bag of desserts," she said as she walked away. "I put them all in the box - just sit with me. I brought some books. You will definitely be interested. .”
Although he was very happy that it seemed that the refreshments were really prepared, Harry was actually more concerned about another question: "Well... where is your golden eagle? Why did you bring your dog here?"
He pointed at the big black dog that had been circling them since he got in the car, "This dog is really big - what's its name?"
"Do you think I think that? I don't want to bring such a mutt out to embarrass myself! But this is my mother's request!" He was very angry when he said this. "But my mother said that if I don't bring it, she will keep it." My golden eagle, bring me a disgusting toad as a pet! That would be a nightmare! And not only is it a dog, it also has a name named Sirius! What right does it have to be named after a constellation!"
Not sure if it was his own imagination, but Harry felt that the dog took one look at it and snorted in disdain... But how could a dog despise people?
He must have seen it wrong.
"I have some friends I want to introduce you to," he said casually, but Harry could tell that he was a little excited and a little nervous, "They are all families who have been friends with our family since childhood..."
"You know I don't understand this." Harry said gently, "Is it really okay for me to go like this?"
"Why is it bad?" He stopped chatting again, and Harry blocked his ears helplessly and listened to him shout loudly: "Hey, look who is this? The weak crybaby and the red-haired poor guy? When are you going to form a group? The best joke combination?"
...He started again.
Already accustomed to the habit of taunting others from time to time, Harry felt very calm. Compared to the many "must-have pranks for American boys" that John has said himself, it is still too young. Out of curiosity, he walked over, stretched out his head to take a look at the blocked box door, and suddenly ran into a pair of brown eyes that were already full of fright.
Then Harry saw the poor brown-haired boy curling up into a ball. He jumped up when he saw him.
"Merlin!!! You, you, you, you are r!!!!"
