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"You've asked this question many times over the past ten years, Charles."
When everyone had gone to bed, Erik carried his packed luggage and held his sleepy daughter Nina, and came to the study to say goodbye to Charles.
They sat at opposite ends of the chessboard, and the firelight reflected each other's faces. One of them smiled, but was very regretful, and the other tried hard to smile, but did not have the affinity for the other.
"You've only come to see me three times in the past ten years," Charles picked up a glass of cream liqueur and took a big sip of it, ignoring Erik's disapproving look, as if he was still the guy who drank a long-necked beer column in the bar. The young man said, "Don't deny me in a hurry, Erik, come on, let's count."
Erik knew that Charles would not be in a good mood at this time - so he could only sit silently and listen to his scolding.
"In order to take care of Harry, I moved from college to home for the first time." Charles raised a finger, his blue eyes staring closely at the other person's green eyes covered by lowered eyelids.
"Your wife passed away. Oh, I'm sorry. I don't mean anything else. I'm just narrating - Nina was still young at the time. You couldn't find anyone to trust, so you brought Nina to me." He raised his second finger finger.
Erik continued to stare at the chessboard silently, as if there were a few flowers on it.
"Why don't you look up, Erik," Charles said in a brisk tone, "So now the chessboard can be looked at better than me, right?"
Of course what he said was just a joke, Erik thought, no one can be more interesting than Charles.
They once discussed in private Emma - codenamed White Queen, a top beauty, hot figure and a style that no one can refuse, making her the kind of heartthrob that all women are jealous of, but she is also arrogant and very smart , and has extremely powerful abilities, which made her the most outstanding woman at their time, no matter her position.
At that time, Charles once doubted whether Emma would fall into Eric's arms, and this question was answered a few years later.
"No, she is extremely annoying. More annoying than that - and she seems to prefer your type."
Magneto's voice sounded so impatient on the phone.
So Charles had to put down the idea.
Now more than ten years have passed since then. Time has left stubble and vicissitudes on Erik, as well as his daughter Nina, Sean and Alex's proud height and a little sense of responsibility, and many ex-boyfriends. And Hank, and this thing seems to be particularly partial to Charles. At least Erik can't see anything that detracts from his charm from this old friend who is now a father.
Erik believes that if Charles is willing to go out and do something else, such as becoming a professor or something, there are many people who are willing to be the mother of his son. He is this kind of person, and no one will dislike him after meeting him. nobody.
"Why do you have to leave?" Charles poured himself another glass of wine, "Look, Nina is also getting along well with everyone here -"
"I will send her to school here," Eric said softly, trying to be more likable. "Even if you don't agree, I will force you to agree. No one is more qualified to educate her than you. Neither can I.”
"Nina is great," Charles stared into his eyes, feeling exhausted, "but I hope she can stay with her father."
"As long as you need it, I will do anything for you, Charles." Erik said sincerely.
"Then I need you to stay-"
"You don't need to," Erik interrupted him. At this time, he couldn't help but smile, "At least you don't need to now. You can still live a good life without Harry. I have nothing to worry about."
I need you all the time.
Charles wriggled his lips and wanted to say this for a moment, but when his eyes fell on the cute girl, he knew that these words should be kept in his throat and tied with the strongest rope to prevent those who could bear it. Ten years of words come out of nowhere.
They will turn everything that is peaceful now into something bad.
Charles doesn't think there will be any version of Erik that is better than the current one. Look at this Erik. Look at him. He is happy, stable, friendly and sincere. It is simply great, except that sometimes he is terribly verbose.
"...Then," he said after a long silence, "write to me."
"I will." Erik replied, and said comfortingly, "Next time I come, I will give you wine produced in Italy as a gift."
Charles waved his hand: "Oh, come on, as if Harry would allow me to drink -"
At this point, he paused and lay back on the sofa: "I forgot that Harry is not at home again."
"He came back at Christmas," Erik said.
"Then will you come back for Christmas?" Charles said without hope.
Erik didn't speak, just looked at him again silently, then, holding his daughter and dragging the box, he stood up.
"...Okay, you win, I will."
When he reached the door, he suddenly turned around and said this, and then when Charles opened his eyes wide in surprise, he walked away without looking back, with a speed and posture as if he was running away.
…………
"Sometimes I really want to ask you to use your magic, Harry," Harry read the letter brought by the owl. "Your uncle Erik will never want to stay. If only there was magic that could turn a person into a shark." Well, I can keep him in the tank, feed him regularly, watch his teeth pee, and never have to worry about him running away from home. Look, how great it is!"
When he looked up from the letter, he was confused and didn't understand what his father was complaining about.
"The magic that turns people into sharks..." Harry murmured, leaning over to check the hamburger meat in the frying pan in front of him, distracted by the delicious aroma that could make people swallow their tongues, "...then How big of a water tank do you need?”
He tapped the wand, lowered the medium heat to low heat, added another egg, cracked it on the burger meat, and sprinkled some pepper.
Well, paired with bread, pickles, and sauce - it's a perfect burger.
Harry looked at the fragrant supper and stood quietly in front of the pot. In the familiar smell of Xavier's special sauce, he suddenly felt a little homesick.
This is only the first day of class.
"But I really miss my dad." Harry thought to himself, "I have never been without my dad for several days in a row."
God, he wanted to go home on his first day of school—that sounds like a skipper.
Just as he was thinking this, he heard a scream coming from the night - and the direction seemed to be the Gryffindor dormitory. When he opened the window, he happened to see a stream of lights coming on over there. Many figures were floating under the light, and then two shadows seemed to pass in front of the castle.
Although Gryffindor Tower cannot see this side, w can. Harry watched from the window sill as the two figures hurriedly walked in the direction of what seemed to be the Forbidden Forest. He blinked and then found a familiar and annoying figure. The figure followed these two people...
Ah, snape!
Harry didn't want to care about it for an instant, let alone watch it - it had nothing to do with him, right?
Suddenly, a smell of paste entered Harry's sense of smell. The boy hurriedly closed the window and ran to the frying pan:
"Ah, my burger meat!"
"Harry? Are you there? Can I come in?"
Just as Harry turned off the flame, Senior R's voice sounded along with the knock on the door. Since each laboratory is independent, even if Harry is just using kitchen utensils here, people from outside will have to knock on the door to come in.
"What's the matter, Senior?" Harry quickly put the hamburger aside, wiped his hands and ran to open the door.
"Special circumstances," the female prefect said with a serious expression, "The portrait of Gryffindor just now said that Sirius Bck - a vicious fugitive broke into Gryffindor Tower."
"..." Harry subconsciously thought of the two people he saw just now, and then looked at the watch on his hand, "Now is..."
"That's right, it's already one o'clock in the morning. First, you should go to bed. Second, when that Sirius Bck broke in, the Gryffindor students were frightened." R said helplessly, knocking on the phone by the way. Knocking on his head, "He seems to have targeted the students there, but all students should be careful. Although many people in our college stay up late, try not to go out at night."
Harry didn't care - for the students of their college, going out was not as useful as being in the laboratory or library area.
"Okay, senior." He said obediently.
…………
"Sirius·bck wants to kill Neville!"
This exclamation was heard throughout the auditorium at breakfast the next morning.
Seamus, who was in the same dormitory as Ron and Neville, said vividly: "He is holding a magic wand! There is someone beside him, maybe his accomplice——"
"They just tore off Neville's bed curtain like this?!"
He said in disbelief, "They - well, let's not talk about the motives for now, how is Neville?"
"In the hospital wing - he was frightened," Ron said. "He was helping me pick up Scabbers. Neville was so frightened by bck that he ran out of the dormitory and almost escaped on a broomstick - at that time He is even holding my Banban in his hand," he said sincerely, "Fortunately, he is fine."
"What is Banban?" Zhang Qiu asked Harry quietly.
"Ron's pet rat." Harry replied, finishing the last bite of breakfast and packing up early.
He knew there must be something to say again, but he really couldn't listen to him now - Potions class was waiting for him ahead.
"I have a Potions class later," he said to Zhang Qiu, "so if you come to me -"
"I'll pass it on." Zhang Qiu nodded sympathetically, "You have to work hard in Potions class, Harry."
At this time, I don’t know where a word came from: “Hey, let’s have some opinions on bck, harry·r!”
Everyone discussing this matter immediately focused their attention on Harry.
You really don’t mind watching the excitement, right? Harry thought helplessly, it's a pity that I don't have time to take my time today.
Then, he walked away without looking back, with a firm attitude and brisk steps, without leaving even a word of opinion.
"...What does this mean?" a hufflepuff said confused.
"What this means," a w explained, "is that he's going to class and, he's not."
"ah?!"
"...Let's put it this way, he's going to Potions class soon."
"Oh, oh oh! You really need to go early then!"
"..."
