, wonderful and free of pop-ups! Charles looked at the newspaper in his hand carelessly, not turning over a page for a long time, until Erik came over against everyone's expectations and took it away.
"You took it down." He easily said what many people passing by knew but didn't dare to say.
Charles didn't care either. He had a helpless smile on his lips and shrugged: "You know, Erik, I can't calm down - this is the first time Harry has spent the night alone in such a far away place."
"Hogwarts is a boarding school, Charles. He may have a roommate or two, and he won't be awake or crying in the middle of the night." The words "I'm kidding you" were clearly written on Erik's face, "He You are smarter and better-behaved than almost half of your students. I don’t know what you are worried about... Well, even if we all know what you are worried about, but Charles, Charles," he called his old friend in a long voice, " You can’t express your worry by being dazed.”
"...Then what should I worry about?" Charles asked, dumbfounded after being lectured like this.
"Your kitchen." Eric pointed to the door with an expressionless face, "Your students are ruining the kitchen to express their inner restlessness - do you usually assign too few homework assignments?"
"...Maybe I should find something to do downstairs, like watch them."
Charles immediately pushed the wheelchair downstairs. Eric naturally took over the task and steered the wheelchair forward. When they arrived at the kitchen, the situation was more complicated than when Eric just passed by -
Holding a basin of chocolate being stirred, his face covered with whipped cream, the stirrer in his hand was dripping chocolate bit by bit, and he shouted to someone in the living room: "We have an oven, John!!!" Put down your power to me!!!"
"It's nothing, how can I put it down?" John said with great interest, holding a ball of flames in his left hand and a group of flames in his right hand, with a basin of innocent cake batter in front of him. "I used my ability to grill fish -"
"Put down your lighter...Hey, where's Bobby? He's still doing his homework?"
"You know you look like a mother-"
"Oh, if you call it homework if you haven't finished writing a question in half an hour," Rogue raised his hand and put it on John's exposed neck, watching calmly as he extinguished all the flames and then fell down, "then he is indeed still Doing homework."
Alex straightened up from under the cooking table, took a bottle of wine and threw it to his brother: "It's time to add limoncello - since we didn't buy fresh lemon curd."
Li Qianhuan was sitting on the sofa talking to Jean, writing and drawing on paper. He was sitting next to them, listening to music and peeling apples. The knife almost cut his fingers.
"You're eating marshmallows like a child," Alex rolled his eyes and pushed Sean out of the kitchen, "Please tell me how old you are?"
"Obviously less than six years old -" she laughed while sitting on the sofa with an unknown bottle of beer. She drunkenly stretched out her hand and let Hank help her paint her nail polish awkwardly. Erik had doubted that this woman wanted a boyfriend. I still want an obedient dog, "—oh, this lonely night—has Harry's letter arrived, Charles!"
She asked loudly, "Oh my God, I shouldn't have agreed to you sending him to that damn place, God, England, England! There's a five-hour time difference from here!"
"As you said, it's only four o'clock in the afternoon in England now, and maybe Harry hasn't arrived at school yet." Charles had to tell this terrible reality himself, "We may not receive the letter until tomorrow morning, or maybe we will I won’t receive it for a week.”
"Fuck you, Charles!" He raised his beer bottle and said, "For this terrible jet lag!"
Erik noticed that Charles was staring at the bottle of wine.
"...No drinking allowed."
"I didn't, erik."
"Yeah, you're pretending to be nice, as if you didn't mean to do that."
"What if I said I wanted to?"
"No drinking allowed."
"...Okay, so the answer can only be this?"
"yes."
Erik replied calmly, and then let the spatula from the kitchen fly up and hit Alex on the back of the head, just because this guy was holding up a bottle of liqueur and said, "Professor, would you like a drink?"
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The journey to Hogwarts is a bit long, but not boring.
In fact, after eating all the food that Harry had cooked, several children began to guard against the next question - children who admired Harry·R were like a tide in the car asking about the 'boy who survived' whereabouts.
Harry had to sit close to him, because the platinum boy could scare away a dozen people with his pair of formidable followers and his own high degree of recognition.
When a Malfoy shows dissatisfaction with you, then you have to pay attention to whether you will be unlucky in the near future - this is the rumor that many children from wizarding families have heard.
"As if that's not the case." This is what I said, arrogantly and matter-of-factly. "No one dares to anger a Malfoy. If there is one, his end will be very miserable."
"With all due respect, what do you mean by 'provoking a Malfoy' and 'ending miserably'?" He held back his eyes and said to Harry, "I can't believe you can tolerate him."
"Don't be like this," Harry smiled and handed her a piece of apple, "A lot of times I just talk about it - and then forget about it."
He immediately glared at him: "I don't! A Malfoy will do what he says!"
"Oh, really," Harry took a bite of the apple cut into rabbits and blinked his green eyes, "I don't believe it - you didn't do what you said before."
"Which one?" he asked immediately.
"That's it." Harry saw it almost with pleasure, but when he reached out and made a flying motion, his face fell. "Well, I won't say it out loud, but you know."
All the energy in his body was spit out in one breath: "Should I be thanking you for not saying it?"
Harry and Neville were confused. The two looked at each other for a while, but neither of them understood what Harry and Neville meant.
"What's going on?" Ron eagerly wanted something to do with Malfoy.
"Sorry, I don't seem to want to mention it." Harry shrugged and smiled, facing the murderous gaze, "Let's talk about something else - do any of you know how Hogwarts is sorted?"
She was very interested in this question, so she, who had always thought that boys were childish, suddenly became energetic: "I have read all the books about hogwarts before - but they didn't mention how to sort them into different schools. Why?"
"I, I don't know," Neville stammered, and then looked at Ron expectantly, "Ron has several brothers in his family - Ron, did your brother tell you how to sort them?"
One step ahead of his answer, making her face look miserable and as white as snow.
"My two brothers - Fred and Gee, they are twins and are in the third grade this year - they said we are going to fight the troll." He gave a very scary answer.
"Troll!" Neville's face became as pale as his own, "I can't do it - I will die! But my grandma and uncle said that if I can't get Gryffindor, I will lose the family's face. A disgrace to my parents.”
"...That sounds really scary." Harry looked at his face and glanced at him. As expected, the latter had a sarcastic smile on his face, making mouth movements and saying, 'What am I talking about?', but he himself After thinking about it for a long time, he said comforting words: "It's okay, Neville, don't take it so seriously. In fact, I think all colleges are very good."
"You're not allowed to enter Gryffindor anyway." He concluded in a 'protest is futile' tone, "It's best to go to Slytherin with me."
"What's wrong with you, Malfoy! Just go into Slytherin by yourself, why do you want Harry to go with you!" Ron almost jumped up and took out the wand from his pocket again, "What are your intentions, Malfoy!"
Harry really wanted to laugh - they were both eleven years old, students, and a spoiled only child in peacetime. What could he do to himself?
"He is my friend, Ron." Harry raised his hand to indicate that the topic could be stopped, and promptly blocked all the bad words that might come out of his mouth. "My friends also hope that I will talk to them earlier." I want to go to a place to study, but unfortunately I have to come to Hogwarts. Before I came here, they almost made a group of people cry - I have the same idea as them."
Crossing his arms, the expression on his face clearly said 'I didn't mean it! ', but when Harry looked at him with a smile and asked him if he was right, he couldn't say anything to refute and could only snort arrogantly - those who didn't know thought he acquiesced.
"Hey, Sirius, do you want something to eat?" Harry picked up the dog that had been sleeping on his stomach under the seat, "What can he eat?"
"What did you call it?!" Ron looked at the big black dog in shock, "Sirius?"
"This is the family's dog. I think the name is quite nice." Harry stroked the big dog's head, and the big dog rubbed it against him eagerly, making the boy's hair even more messy. "It's not a good idea to use a constellation as a name." Is it elegant?”
At this time, there was a clang, and the door was opened suddenly. Two boys who looked exactly the same stood at the door, saying hello in a terrifyingly identical tone: "Hey~ Hello!"
At first, Harry thought there was something wrong with his eyes and ears, but soon he realized that this was the twin brother Ron had mentioned.
"You should watch your pets, little Ron," one of them said, throwing a mouse at Ron.
"Oh, look who's here, it turns out the information we heard when we came here was correct!" The other one made a funny expression of surprise.
"A Malfoy, and his friend Harry·R!" said the first one.
"Although most people don't know this, no one can let Malfoy accommodate him." The other person blocked Ron's question of "how do you know?" and shook his hand, "Although the photo in the newspaper is not clear, it is That’s enough!”
"But we won't tell anyone." The first one said with another wink.
"So don't worry about people coming to watch the fun - I wish you a happy trip!" After the other one finished speaking, he happily ran towards the next box with the first one.
"...are they really your brothers?"
Although he was very reluctant, he couldn't help but express his opinion: "Although they are still two shabby ghosts, they look much better than you - you are the most hated in your family, right?" He glanced at Ron.
"You can't stop talking." Harry couldn't help but say, "Sirius seems to be a little too excited - look, I can't hold him anymore. Are you sure your dog doesn't eat mice?"
Looking at the big black dog that kept growling and approaching him, Ron swallowed and moved aside in fear.
"I don't want to eat mice that are poor people who have no meat at all." He tapped the big dog with his wand expressionlessly, "Don't act like a mutt who has never eaten or seen a mouse. When you get to hogwarts, you If you want to eat beef, I can get it for you, now, be quiet."
"Can dogs really understand what people are saying?" Harry asked while stroking the big dog's head soothingly. "My father's legs are not very convenient, so we try not to have dogs at home, because I don't always have a dog. At home."
——Although there is no danger in that.
"Magic animals are much smarter than Muggle animals," he said, "but I can't guarantee whether this one is - after all, my mother still refuses to tell me what kind of dog it is. It has the blood of magical creatures. It's always smarter. My mom says it's a little crazy, and if it doesn't obey you have to hit it in the head with a wand..."
Neville suddenly shouted: "Oh my god - I remembered, my pet toad is missing! I feel like I forgot something - I, I forgot to look for it!"
Everyone:………………
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By the time the train arrived at Hogwarts, it was already evening. Harry tried hard to see where he was as he got out of the car, but it was almost impossible - the thick fog blocked much of what he could see.
"All first-year students, come here!" shouted a taller man than expected.
The freshmen were divided into groups of four and sat in a creaky exchange boat. Harry and Neville and Ron were together, so sitting opposite them were their followers - Crabbe and Goyle. They looked He was addicted to food and only obeyed orders, but when Harry greeted them, they nodded in response.
After the small lights on the ship swayed for a while, they were finally able to stand on solid ground.
"...It's so beautiful." Harry admired sincerely as he looked at the castle in the night, which was even more majestic and beautiful than in the crystal ball.
"It's a little better than I thought." He said this, but the expression on his face didn't look like 'just a little bit' at all. "Come on, Harry."
The freshmen walked up the steps talking to each other, and then were led by a very serious-looking lady. They continued to follow obediently like children of several years old, through countless complicated corridors, and finally arrived in front of the hall door.
The lady opened the door after telling some classmates about the need for friendship and unity among colleges. But to be honest, Harry was very nervous because he still hadn't decided which college he wanted to attend, so he just walked into the brightly lit hall.
Harry observed carefully and found that the decoration style of the entire hall was quite old, but it was as gorgeous as the train. There were four long tables arranged neatly, and some people who looked like teachers were sitting on them. Behind the row of tables at the front, they were in the highest and front seat, where Snape and Dumbledore, whom Harry had seen before, were sitting.
What made him feel a little strange was that the main lights in the hall were candles, and the strangest thing was that someone placed a pointed hat with a human face on the high stool in front of the teacher's seat. , it looked dirty and old, as if it hadn't been in a washing machine for eight hundred years.
The strangest thing was that the hat started singing loudly as the students came in.
"——I'm going to kill Fred and the others!" Harry heard Ron complain while covering his ears.
The person next to him also covered his ears with a look of disgust on his face: "Merlin, I have never heard such an ugly song!"
"This is my first time seeing a singing hat." Harry comforted him, "Just bear with it."
Now he finally understood why no freshmen knew how they were sorted into different schools - just look at the expressions of the seniors and sisters around him. They looked at the new students as if they were looking at a fun past version of themselves, which was endless fun.
When the hats finally stopped, the freshmen began to move to the front seats one after another.
Harry was wondering about the function of this hat when he heard the serious lady say: "Before starting the dinner, we need to use the sorting hat to sort the houses. Students whose names have been read, please come forward and wait until we confirm your names." After the academy, you can take your seats.”
Harry let out a sigh of relief.
It turns out that the hat is used to sort the houses - or rather, it turns out that it is just a hat used to sort the houses?
Just as she said before, the witch took a long roll of parchment and called the students' names one by one in alphabetical order by their last names.
Among the people Harry knew, he was called up first. After pondering for a while, the hat was sorted into her and Neville was also sorted in. However, it seemed that it was because he had been thinking about this issue along the way, or maybe it was because he had been thinking about it along the way. He reflected on it, and in short, when he went up, his attitude was much better, at least he couldn't be called a bastard.
"Try to get into Slytherin," he said at last before going up, "but don't get into the damn Gryffindor anyway."
"I also want my potions results." Harry said.
He nodded with satisfaction and then went up with his head held high. The hat didn't even bother to think about it anymore. As soon as it touched his head, he shouted 'slytherin!' '
Harry applauded together with the people at the table at the end. He smiled at his friend, and then he lowered his head and thought about the academy. Anyway, the surname Xavier can be ranked quite low, isn't it? He still has time. .
——Because of this thought, he was dumbfounded when he was in the spotlight.
If someone hadn't pushed him, he wouldn't have come back to his senses——
——Because seriously, God, he has no consciousness of being 'harry·r' at all!
"Mr. Harry R?" What's worse is that the serious witch asked worriedly when he looked up, "Why don't you come up?"
