, wonderful and free of pop-ups! The morning starts with a cup of coffee.
Of course, it won't be ordinary coffee - it has a rich and mellow aroma that leaves people with a lingering fragrance. This is not a boxed product that can be bought casually on the market, but a high-end product - of course, his boyfriend prepares it. The superb quality of all diets cannot be ignored either.
He sat on the sofa and sighed for a while. Taking advantage of this moment when even Harry was catching up on his sleep, he relaxed and entertained himself in a way that was inappropriate for him, looking at the computer with his legs crossed. From time to time, he would even get a plate of food from the refrigerator. Cake or fruit to sweeten your mouth.
If there were no visitors in the house today, it would be a very nice day - everything was taken care of, not just his own work with the Ministry of Magic, but even Harry's schedule - go Fuck the cases, fuck the patients, fuck the superheroes who are always injured, tomorrow is Valentine’s Day, it happens to be the weekend, no one can try to occupy his boyfriend’s time, even if his boyfriend is a saint No, because Malfoy has never been a saint, so why should he let some people who never remember to protect themselves occupy the time of a couple? This is not fair!
Then, of course, this is only if.
After watching four episodes of the American TV series in a row, there was a loud knock on their door. It sounded like a strong man was kicking the door crazily, and he was rudely asked to curse Merlin secretly. pants, and then waved his wand, amplifying his voice.
He said lazily: "Whoever is outside - please pay attention to the door number outside the garden, x clinic is closed today."
Someone more carefree than him whistled outside.
"Oh, this voice doesn't sound like Xavier's little brother. Man, please, I have something urgent to ask our Dr. How about a door? Look, I can't just pry open the door of a good doctor or a good wizard!"
"Merlin, it's as if there aren't enough of you who have blown the door open." He rolled his eyes, "Don't you understand - we're closed today!"
It's a pity that the person outside didn't buy his account at all - the door continued to ring, and not only that, the doorbell was also kept ringing, and the bell jingled, and it was in harmony with the knocking on the door. It felt like I was being affected by the noise. A double blow.
“Dr. ——”
"Okay shut up! Or tell me your name before you shut up!"
Finally, I couldn't bear it anymore. I waved my magic wand and the door opened. Then with a whoosh, a red figure came in. This person also skillfully dug out the guest slippers from the shoe cabinet and walked in swaggeringly.
"Oh, my God," looking at the guy in front of him carrying a pair of black knives, after remembering who this person was and where he had seen him, he moved away in disgust, taking his own coffee and dessert with him, "l ? If you don’t hang around Spiderman’s back every day and beg him to give you a chance, why are you here?”
"Aha, I'm just saying, who wouldn't open the door to a cute l?" l was not polite at all. He hung his legs upside down on the back of the sofa and raised a finger, "Look, look. Look, our cute little Mr. Xavier's boyfriend, I swear your name was still on the black market reward list last year - I want to know how much someone paid for your eggs. The eggs are gone, the head has moved, and the breathing has stopped·malfoy Kids? I was so excited at the time, you know!"
He rolled his eyes again, flicked his wand, and pointed the tip at him: "Either explain your purpose, or get out. I told you, this place is closed for business today!"
"That's what you said," one of the red guys said slyly, "Ah ha, I can guess what's going on - you guys had a hot night, didn't you? I know, I know, Young men with good family backgrounds like you usually don't say anything and feel good about your body, right? Our lovely doctor is still sleeping on the bed, covering his butt, right? I'm warning you, kid, if you If I treat a poor customer so unkindly again, I'm going to write a letter of complaint! Maybe if I just write the letter of complaint - the letter that says: The doctor's boyfriend 'ate' him too many times and he can't open the business - Submit it to our respected boss, Professor
"How I have sex with my boyfriend is my business," he said scornfully, "just like you can have sex with your 'good friend', that big red spider - coward."
...He actually said this very proudly.
When Harry walked down the stairs sleepily in his pajamas, he immediately woke up when he heard this sentence, and the helplessness he felt for his bastard nature for many years came to his heart again, making him feel that he should not treat all the cases at hand. If he rejected them all, he should spend Valentine's Day alone and get rid of the emptiness, loneliness and coldness of being alone.
"Oh, it looks like your night is very hot!" I turned around and saw Harry coming downstairs and standing up, making an obscene gesture attentively and meaningfully, "Good morning, Dr. Xavier!"
"...Wade, good morning," Harry said in his unchanging gentle tone, "I think I'm closed today, that's what I wrote on the door sign, right? As I said, tomorrow is Valentine's Day, Why don't you prepare to win the heart of my good friend this year? You don't need my treatment, never, do you? If it's magic, I think it's better for you to find my sister Wanda - "
"I'm getting ready!" L raised his hands to show innocence - as if he had this thing - he said in a very earnest tone, "I'm not hurt, sweetheart -"
The wand was raised: "I don't care what you do to others, but you'd better be careful! Otherwise, I will let your mouth fester forever and keep venom leaking. It's useless even if you can't die!"
"Look at his high chin and his vicious attitude!" L tsked, "Oh my God, as our professor's little sweetheart, how did you tolerate him for ten years, Dr. Xavier, because he would Are you talking sweet words?! This aristocratic breed with only a pretty face should be thrown into a museum and used as a beautiful exhibit——"
"It's like the sweet words * are useful." Harry said easily, sat down, found a comfortable seat on the sofa, and fetched himself a glass of lemon juice, "Come on, you know, he loves Who is it and who do I love - yes, put down your wand. And, wade, since you're not hurt, what are you doing here?"
Although his tone is very light and friendly, which can make everyone put down their guard, but L is not an ordinary superhero. He certainly knows the attitude of this boss's son - it's time to get up and get seriously angry. If If you can't give a convincing reason in a concise and comprehensive way, please go and die freely! The priest is ready to release you!
"I need the help of the wizards' great magic," he spread his hands. "You know my face has been ruined a long time ago, right?"
"Yes, a hornet's nest is neater than your face." He smiled evilly and said, "L, how can a woman be willing to kiss you like this?"
Harry glanced at him lightly: "——"
He raised his hand and curled his lips: "Okay, I won't tell."
"Wade, please continue." Harry stretched out his hand.
"Is there any way you can... help me treat my face?" L was very embarrassed when he said this request, which was different from his usual style. He tried to be brisk but couldn't help but said nervously, "Please, just one day will be enough." ?I know wizards have many magical potions, maybe there is something in them that can help me?"
"Ha!" There was a loud sneer.
Harry had to stare at him and asked knowingly: "——What's wrong with you?"
"Sorry, we don't do this job," he said very casually, with a gloating smile on his face, "do you know how many dollars the president of Osborn paid us to never treat you?"
"What?!" L said in shock, "*! I'm going to cut that guy into pieces! Absolutely - he thought that without the handsome face, the little spider would be his?! Even if it is The President of the United States does not have the power and dictatorial means, oh my God, my God, my evil, selfish rich man Osborn——"
"Pay attention - don't talk as if he is a small employee with a monthly salary of three thousand. He is handsomer than you, richer than you, and more polite than you. He has a fixed residence and few women around him. I heard He is even on the list of American Weekly this year, and he is in the top ten of gold medal and diamond level single men." He raised his eyebrows and said, "Look, what are you comparing to him?"
Harry's head felt pain again - maybe the Dark Lord Neville and the others needed to deal with were not that difficult to deal with. To be honest, if you wanted to be the big devil, one day you would be rebelled by a collective because of that mouth.
"I didn't agree," Harry seemed to be talking to L, but his green eyes glanced warningly, "This is not in line with my medical practice principles."
Feeling tickled by his gentle glance, she couldn't help but put her hands on her boyfriend's waist - and then she was slapped down by her boyfriend.
l whistled: "Great, I knew you were the best doctor - then, dear doctor, dear little brother Xavier, look, do you mind the differences between our colleagues?" Do you mind if I offer you a few million to refuse to treat Osborn, who is about to get a bloody face from me——"
"You just tell a doctor in front of him that you want to slash someone's face? Do you still want to get medical treatment safely?"
Harry said with a smile.
"Great. Since he despises your medical principles so much, how about we kick him out, Harry." He held the wand and said this in a tone of praise to Merlin. He sat aside and stared at him, determined to do it within ten minutes. He kicked the big red guy out so he could get on with his wonderful weekend.
"..., go drink your coffee." Harry finally couldn't help but rolled his eyes, and then said to L: "Listen, if you really did something - I will tell Spiderman, you know, we Good personal relationship. So would you like to satisfy my curiosity first? About why you want to cure your face? We all know, wade, you don’t care about it most of the time, and you can pick up beautiful women with it. , and you know, spiderman never cared about that."
"Yes, yes, he is always," the tone of the "L" mentioned is not high enough to be sharp, "he is always so innocent, thinking that people have a side to change for the better, and he doesn't care if they are here It’s so naive, isn’t it, what it was like before?”
"But don't you just love him for this?" Harry smiled and winked.
"Yes, Dr. Xavier, dear little Harry, you are right, I just love him - but it's not just that." L said and sat down and asked in an extremely flattering tone, " So, is there any way to heal my face? Even just for a day?"
"What do you want to do? I have polyjuice potion here. You only need one hair of someone else to look like that person," Harry said. "But, I heard that you seem to have a similar device? And There is no time limit, and once the charging is complete, you can perfectly disguise yourself. With this, you managed to hide it from Tony and took Spiderman to a nightclub - to be honest, if Tony knew about it, you would be hung upside down in freedom. On the statue of the goddess.”
"So he won't know!" L said, "Okay, okay, this is Xavier's house, and it's the set of X-Man, right? Let's not cross lines, and don't mention the old man wearing a steel helmet..."
"You'd better say this to Spiderman." Harry couldn't help but said, but he remembered how he mentioned Erik to him: a steel bastard who wears a helmet every day, is dictatorial and is always dissatisfied with him, just As if there were so many things a Malfoy could find fault with.
Harry's answer at the time was - act as if you are perfect and stop making unrealistic remarks.
"Aha, I didn't say anything just now - in short, I don't need other people's looks, doctor, I want to use my own face - maybe not just my face - to be Peter, this boy is so handsome. Friends'." L immediately stood up and made a powerful move like a bodybuilder, "Look, their university has a fraternity party next week, and finally my baby asked me if I wanted to go with him. As he finally accepted It shows that I am his good friend...he has given me a chance, how can I not give him face?"
"You're not his boyfriend yet." Harry reminded.
"Where is your confidence that allows you to boast every day that everyone loves you?" He sneered, "Where is the momentum when you said last time that 'no girl can escape my handsome appearance in uniform'?"
"Please, what I want to go to is that Peter is not a spiderman, a good neighbor in New York. He is just an ordinary student in school - although his good figure cannot be concealed - but if I just go with him, his peaceful life will be ruined. It will be finished, just like the place where the bomb exploded, everything is finished!"
"...Applause for your thoughtfulness," Harry was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses, "So this is why you want to heal your face? You want to become better for him, right?"
However, as soon as he finished saying this, he suddenly felt as if he had heard this statement somewhere.
"Of course! And I don't mind if you can help me cure it permanently," L said enthusiastically, "What do you want as reward?" He glanced slyly at the unhappy face next to him and patted the Thigh, "Ah ha, I thought about it. You must not be short of money. Let me give you a big surprise - if you agree to deny that green bastard's medical qualifications, how about I get you a dragon egg?"
"Can you get a dragon egg?!" He became excited all of a sudden, and he looked at L with piercing eyes, "Don't be ridiculous, trying to steal an egg from a dragon is just asking for death - wait, I remembered it , you are not afraid of death!"
"Exactly, young master," l said proudly and contentedly, "Look, the mystery is revealed - of course a mercenary who is not afraid of death can get the dragon eggs! If you can't get it once, just do it a few more times. Or how many more times will you die? As long as the machine has a save file, you don’t have to worry about not completing the game!”
Harry finally couldn't hold back his outburst of annoyance, and took out the wand under the coffee table and pointed it at L: "Don't tempt my boyfriend with such dangerous things, wade——"
L was faster than him. He took the wand away from Harry's hand, walked around behind him and made faces, and even winked at the purest little brother of Xavier's family: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, anyway, this kind of thing You’re not afraid of things. Wouldn’t it be great to experiment with this unborn little boy?”
Harry finally let out his first laugh of the day, and that smile made the corners of his twitching eyes flinch away.
"Wade, you are so ignorant that you think," he stretched out his finger and pointed at L, his green eyes shining happily, "you took away my wand except for the advanced healing magic, and only kept the dusty wand. , I can’t do anything to you, right?”
l's cheerful movements suddenly stopped, and he complained: "...ah oh."
…………
The process of experimentation and treatment was not smooth.
In other words - Harry's treatment of L was not very smooth.
He once wondered why L's self-healing ability could not restore his face. L gave him this vivid explanation: "It's like you play a game in rags, but there is no save, only refresh points, so the rags are gone." The method became brand new, sweetheart, my ability identified this face as the original state, and...well I was never a good student, I can't explain this, all I can say is that my cancer cells and self-healing The factors are constantly fighting, and this is the result, do you understand?"
"I understand, your self-healing factors are married to cancer cells. If you remove one of them, the other will go crazy," said my boyfriend, a top student who is a doctor. "The consequence of leaving them all behind is your face." .”
"Exactly," Harry said tiredly, putting down a bottle of green smoke, holding it in one hand and the wand he used to cast the healing spell in the other, "Wade, this is the last option. If this doesn't work, I might still have to modify Polyjuice Potion for you, you know, then you can only use a...virtual face."
"Tell me it's not poison," L looked desperately at the bottle of potion that seemed to be a small world of its own, with countless unknown impurities rolling around it. "Tell me, please? Do wizards drink these things every day?" ? I think American pharmaceutical companies are still somewhat useful, right? At least they make their medicines so cute that people can swallow them without hesitation!"
"You still can't cure it?" As a top student in potions and the godson of the greatest potion master in the world, he could not tolerate such slander of potions. He said impatiently, "You still want me to add some vomit to it." Real potion?"
Harry agreed without raising his head: "I agree too, so that I can understand what he is thinking in his mind. Trust me, Tony has wanted to do this for a long time."
"Last time I saw you two kissing wildly on the street, you didn't have the same attitude!" L shouted, "Are wizards as fickle as women?"
"Because you had a good eye then, Wade, but you don't have it now," Harry answered him gently, then thrust the bottle into his hand, pointed the tip of the wand at him, and swirled the healing spell on the tip of his tongue, "Drink, sick. Suffer."
Wade wanted to say no, but looking at the light flowing at the tip of the wand, he chose to die heroically.
"The formula this time does seem to be somewhat effective," he asked the computer to type on it, and he was very satisfied with the new formula. "Look, at least this time all those scary things on his face are invisible, right? ?”
This time Harry's wand was pointed at him, because the hair all over L's body began to grow profusely, and the savages would no longer have such luxuriant hair. What was even more frightening was that the skin began to fall off all over his body, but the hair growth did not stop. What seems very comforting is that the areas where the skin has been shed - or shed - are indeed flawless new skin before the hair grows back.
"Let me think about it... did you add hair growth potion to it?" Harry said briskly, "What did I tell you last time?"
He looked up at the sky, pretending that he couldn't hear and pretending that he couldn't see the condemnation in Harry's eyes.
"Inverted gold—forget it, you can solve it yourself. Then, how about sending some fresh passion fruit to my dad and Erik," he said happily with eyes that were gradually becoming frightened, "don't look like this, Don’t I often go shopping and chat with your mother? Go ahead.”
He immediately left the laboratory, as if someone was chasing him - he had to go because Harry had a keychain dangling in his hand.
"Oh, I didn't know that manufacturers still issue broom keychains now?" Wade glanced at the thing while saving himself from the hair, "What's wrong with this world, wizards have started to issue art peripherals?"
"No, this is not a keychain," Harry brought Wade a bottle of magic potion to stop hair growth, and said in a brisk voice, "This is his new Firebolt 3.0, which is currently the most expensive and most expensive in the world. A quick broom, his new love, and ever since this thing got home, he has never been willing to take the driver's license test again."
"...Wow, what a scary hostage." L exclaimed, "Wait a minute, a wizard can also learn to drive? Is this true? I thought he would cry and say he didn't want to learn."
"That's what I asked for." Harry said in an understatement. "To control a wizard's best broom is to control his life. This method is very effective."
"Oh, but his life is in your hands, isn't it? I mean, that thing in his crotch?"
Harry's hand that was cutting his hair paused, and then he swung the scissors sharply, shaving off a large chunk of his scalp.
"Say Wade, do you still want to taste what it's like to be roasted by fire, then frozen, and then thrown into a lake?"
…………
"I think we have found the direction," Harry announced with a little regret after bringing back a bunch of new dishes made by Harry's sister, Wanda, at six o'clock in the afternoon, "But I'm sorry, Wade, the research is It will take a while, maybe we can find this method and find the correct answer in a month or a year, but if it is before tomorrow, then no - good afternoon, how is my dad?"
"Which one do you ask?"
"Both."
"I'm too energetic." He said expressionlessly, "Also, your sister came back and asked me to bring you a lot of food. She said she was sorry for not paying too much attention to her 'dear little brother' recently. In addition, I suggest you don’t go back recently. According to my observation, this dish doesn’t look like what your sister cooked.”
"...Are you kidding? When did Wanda know how to cook?" Harry looked at the thermos box that looked like it contained a lot of dishes in surprise, "This looks like a lot."
"I guess this is what her boyfriend taught her to do." He smiled mysteriously, "Your dad - the one with the helmet - will go crazy."
The platinum noble looked around: "What will be the final result?"
"A bottle of improved polyjuice potion, add the hair that fell off in the best version just now. Since Wade didn't have any wounds on his body at that time, he will be intact, but he will need to drink the improved hair loss potion again. Harry glanced at his boyfriend helplessly, "I can't believe this. The bottle you mixed with the hair growth potion is actually the best!"
Smiling proudly: "After all, when I graduated, my potion score was higher than yours. This is a natural result, my dear."
"But we were all o back then!"
"Hey, can you guys stop fucking? Or put the chat aside?" L, who was holding three potion bottles in his hand, studied the potions with the eyes of a woman's underwear buttons, "Can any of you give me a use?" Instructions? What if I drink it and it doesn’t work or I change back in the middle? I don’t want to ruin this wonderful tomorrow!”
"You don't need any instructions, Wade, just drink once every six hours," Harry finally returned to his usual gentle and considerate tone, "Then, don't drink too much, it's not good for your liver, that's all - go and enjoy Valentine's Day Bar."
…………
r stood at the door of his house, dumbfounded - a friend who had promised to come to him in the morning was now standing next to a Lamborghini, attracting the attention of all passers-by at the door of his house.
Who is this? Is he interested in any girl in this neighborhood who is waiting for someone? Or are you waiting for a certain young man?
Oh no, when I think about it later, this person actually has a photo sticker on his car!
L, or Wade, just showed a very charming smile to Peter.
"Hey baby, are you ready to meet me with a handsome face besides my sexy frame and perfect muscles?"
"...wade?!"
