, wonderful and free of pop-ups! When he learned that he would be able to see Nina during the holiday, Harry's mood immediately improved by at least three levels.
This was confirmed by his breakfast the next morning - Zhang Qiu sat across from him and watched him eat twice as much toast, bread, and apple pie as usual. He even took out some The croissants baked at home were used as breakfast for a few senior students who had no time to eat, and the taste, even if Zhang Qiu judged it with a Chinese tongue, she would have to say that the taste was so good that she almost stopped eating. Swallow it with your tongue.
However, Harry's behavior was not surprising to others - the Daily Prophet once again quickly broke a big news, shocking all the students who read the newspaper in the early morning.
"Oh my god," he covered his mouth and looked at the newspaper title, "'The hero who has endured for ten years, the injustice that no one knows about—sirius bck!' bck has been proven innocent! And you guys, look here— "
"Look here! It says that Sirius Bck is Harry R's godfather?!" another girl said loudly, then turned her head to look at the long table, then quickly turned back and said in a low voice, " Do you think he knew about this?"
"It's a good thing, you know," her female companion said, "Now it's better, I guess he must be very happy."
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"So, what did your family say, Harry?" Penelope put down the newspaper, looked at the junior student opposite who was really happy, and said gently: "This is a good thing - but I think it can easily cause harm to you. Troubled.”
"Fortunately," Harry said after swallowing the last piece of toast, "Well...my dad said that since he is the godfather designated by my parents, then he should be my godfather."
He thought of Charles's relaxed look when he said this, and couldn't help but curl up his lips: "But my father said, Mr. Bck had better not expect to take away my custody rights from him. But let me tell you, this is not possible at all. It just doesn’t happen.”
"Professor Xavier really said that?" He said in an admiring tone, "I thought this would be a minor trouble."
"Well... anyway," Harry shrugged, "It's just one more... um, friend. Anyway, my dad doesn't have any objections to this, and our family has more important things to prepare for now."
I also have more important things to prepare for.
While thinking this, Harry took the newspaper handed over by Penelope, thanked him, and browsed the entire content at a glance. The report was very concise and easy to understand. The person who wrote the report focused on describing how Wormtail deceived everyone and put the blame on Sirius, and harshly rebuked the traitor who had been pretending to be dead for ten years for actually deceiving him. A Merlin Knight Medal, and spent a lot of space boasting about 'the forbearing and brave hero Sirius·Bck'. The wording used throughout this report...if you average out the harshness towards Wormtail and the strong praise for Sirius, can it be considered mild? But the Ministry of Magic did not mention the point of not interrogating before. According to Harry's point of view, this is a very official solution.
The newspaper also briefly mentioned that after discussions, the Ministry of Magic decided to return all of Sirius's property and pay him a large amount of judicially stipulated compensation... Harry could imagine that once Sirius was officially released, he would probably He will become one of the richest men in the UK. After all, it is said that the Bck family is also a very old wizard family.
But it would probably be very unpleasant - Harry knew that he had always had a problem with Sirius because of his mother. But what the heck, Harry didn't think it would be a problem anyway.
He felt that everything went smoothly, as if he had completely peeled off a peel with a fruit knife, everything was solved, and everything that followed was as good as tasting a luscious apple.
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But it seems that other people don't feel like he does that everything is great.
"Did you see?" In the evening, he came to Harry with a pile of books and his two followers. He was in a good mood. Because of his erudition, the eagle at the door let him in smoothly. He played with satisfaction. He brushed off the dust on his sleeves and threw a lot of fashion magazines and mailing lists to Harry, "I just left when I saw you today. Easley also looked like he wanted to talk to you but didn't dare to shrink. Hey, is this Gryffindor? Look at it. They do that!”
"Thanks, I just need these -" Harry reached out to catch the things, and then began to look at them impatiently, and replied smoothly, "Well, I didn't notice what you said - I think Neville just needs something temporarily. It’s just a little bit of time, and so is Ron.”
The current situation is indeed a bit embarrassing.
He was probably in a really good mood and didn't continue to say harsh words. He threw himself on the sofa next to Harry, who waved to him for a tray of tea. He took a cup of tea from the tray floating in the air and asked lazily in the heat: "So, can you Can't you tell me, why do you need these magazines? I even snatched them from pansy today, because my mother has always taken care of this kind of stuff for me - "
As he spoke, his gray-blue eyes scanned Harry's body up and down: "Could it be that you finally realized that you need to take care of your appearance?"
"...No," Harry replied dryly, turning over a page of the magazine, "Obviously I need to buy gifts for the ladies."
A strange expression appeared on his face: "I remember you didn't have... a mother? I mean, by definition now?"
"Yes, my father and his friends raised me alone," Harry nodded, his fingers resting on a new dress published in the magazine on his lap, "but I still have some female friends, and Nina, she You will come to my house from Thanksgiving to Christmas - do you remember Nina?"
He immediately showed a malicious smile, as did the two sturdy followers behind him: "Oh, remember, of course I remember, your beautiful little girlfriend, I definitely remember, Harry."
"I guess if I tell you now, 'Nina is just like my sister,' you won't listen, right?" Harry said calmly, "So what I want to ask you is - how can I order these by mail? Are they? Can it be sent to the United States?”
"The transnational owl will be more expensive," he said with a flat mouth because the teasing failed, "as long as you send the order and the money together. Didn't you get the R family's treasury? You just asked them to take it from there. more convenient."
"I don't plan to use the money there," Harry raised his head, his green eyes flickering by the fire, "because I don't plan to have that last name."
"...I guess I don't quite understand what you mean? Are you a fool? You are the only one left in that family. All the money in it belongs to you. Your last name has nothing to do with it." Staring at him, he said incredulously , "Are you still worried that Gringotts or the Ministry of Magic will take back the R family's treasury because of this? Don't be kidding, you are-"
"I'm just Harry Xavier." Harry interrupted softly, "If I want to use things from the R family, then I need to take responsibility first - for example, let this last name continue to exist. Every point of responsibility comes in return, Whoever you are, you need to do something, and if you have greater ability, you need to do more things. This is the philosophy of our family."
"..." with an expressionless face, "With all due respect, Mr. Xavier, I didn't understand half of what you said."
This time Harry was speechless.
"...Um, okay," Harry scratched his already messy hair, "I actually...don't know how to deal with it." He cast a silencing spell to the side, which was easier than using telepathy. It's much simpler, "Look, I'm...the last one in their family," Harry said thoughtfully, "But I don't plan to change my current life, and I'm not short of money. Although the family is rich, its treasury is very important to me. It's more like a piece of pie suddenly falling from the sky..."
A look of contempt immediately appeared on his face: "What are you dissatisfied with?" "So what?"
"And it comes with an obligation that I can't currently do, and I don't want to eat it." Harry said quickly, "Do you understand?"
"Is there something wrong with you," he said impatiently, "Yes, I understand - but who asked you to do that obligation? It's up to you whether you do it or not. I haven't heard of inheriting from your parents. The legacy will be used to do great things for the family."
Harry was a little confused: "I thought family and surname came first for you."
"It is," said, "but it depends - you are the only one in the R family already."
"This is not a reason," Harry said, "This is not a reason. When you get a... gift, you have to fulfill your obligations. Otherwise, what's going on?"
What he didn't say was that he still had no sense of belonging to the R family, so he couldn't regard it as his own.
After a pause, he suddenly sneered.
"I should really write down what you said and show it to your godfather," he said.
"...You mean Mr. Bck?" Harry asked doubtfully, "What's wrong with him?"
“My mother,” she became angry at the mention of this, “condescended to personally—” he drawled, “organized a blind date list for him, and made huge concessions, because there were other things on it. There are many witches whose last names are not worth mentioning at all.”
harry:………………
He found a little melancholy that he still didn't quite understand the thinking of noble wizards.
"But he completely refused!" He shouted, "That ungrateful bastard! He is the only one left in the bck family, and he actually said that he would never get married in this life, and refused to give birth to an heir?!"
Harry hesitated: "This may be... temporary. Is your mother a little too anxious? Maybe he is just... rebellious?"
"He is already in his thirties! The... rebellious period in his thirties?!" He rolled his eyes, "Forget it, let's not mention him - what gift do you want for your girlfriend? I have it. If you are a member of several stores, you can get customized products delivered to your door... Yes, this is it, they have a new hair card, and Pansy loves it so much, do you want to take a look?"
"..." Harry handed the magazine to it, twitched his lips, and changed the subject, "That's great."
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Harry spent the rest of his days doing ordinary things - such as studying, writing homework, and doing experiments. His life is peaceful and comfortable. Because he has a good learning base and habits, his studies are going smoothly. Moreover, he seems to be very talented in spells. In the activities of the therapy group, he is the only one who knows all the spells. He knew how to use it, and when he knew how the spell worked, he didn't even need his wand.
He has now mastered no less than six methods of treating external injuries, and he has also mastered two methods of brewing potions for internal injuries. In his spare time, he also brewed some potions for external application, and he has never been stingy in this regard. Experimental equipment and materials, Harry would feel that the Sorting Hat was really wise at this time.
he loves
But relatively speaking, his potion skills can only be considered average and far inferior to him - it seems that Snape regards him as his favorite disciple not just because of their godfather-son relationship. Harry found that he was not only skilled at this, but also flexible and reliable. At least Harry often heard that he used some redundant and tiny materials in class, causing Neville and the others a variety of troubles.
This can't be done by just throwing waste materials into other people's crucibles. As far as Harry knows, this requires at least some basic understanding of the nature of potions. It's like doing a chemical experiment, throwing the same thing into different solutions. It is very likely to become a terrible catalyst and it is very likely to become another kind of precipitate.
By the way, their Defense Against the Dark Arts class has scary scenes every month - such as Snape taking over the class. This makes them sigh - this is really not a good learning atmosphere. Lupin took the time to meet Harry for afternoon tea, and told him: "Sirius still has some things to deal with - once he gets them all done, he will be eager to come see you, and he also said that he is You prepared a belated birthday present, I hope you can accept it.”
Harry could not comment, and nodded with apparent resignation - then he received the gift the next day, and because of this, he was almost attacked by everyone and died during breakfast time.
Six panting owls flew towards Harry carrying a long package and dropped it in front of Harry.
"I think I guessed what it is." Zhang Qiu, who was opposite Harry, smiled sweetly at him, "I think you also guessed it - this is a great gift, Harry."
Of course Harry guessed it...and in front of everyone's attention, he had to tap it with his wand, and the package fell apart instantly.
A broom lay there quietly, with graceful lines and charming color. The words 'Nimbus 2001' were engraved on the broom, and Harry's name was also engraved in cursive.
"Oh Merlin!" The jaws of many boys on the long table next to him dropped. Gryffindor's Quidditch captain Oliver Wood almost immediately came over and looked like he wanted to hold this broom. Taking a kiss, "The trial version of Nimbus 2001! Quidditch magazine said that only fifty of them were produced, and currently they can only be customized from special channels! The general version that will be launched next year may not be as good as this!"
"And it's expensive!" Ron said in a dreamy tone, with a dazed look on his face when he looked at the broom, "But it is undoubtedly the fastest broom at the moment!"
Harry stared dumbfounded at the magical scene where all the boys in the hall were attracted by a broom... He really didn't understand why a broomstick produced in advance had such great personal charm.
After all, in his opinion, this is all a business trick - maybe there will be a broom that is much faster than it in the next year.
Could it be that in the wizarding world, broomsticks are just like cars and must be highly sought after every time a new model is released?
Harry thought for a while and asked Zhang Qiu on the opposite side: "Um... do you want to use my hand in the next competition? Since they all said it is the fastest?"
When all the Quidditch players from other colleges heard this, they took a deep breath and stared at Zhang Qiu with fierce and envious eyes. This made the Chinese girl immediately feel a lot of pressure and quickly shook her head: "No. No, no, Harry, this was given to you by your godfather, you will only be happy if you use it yourself."
——But I don’t play Quidditch!
Harry thought gloomily.
One can imagine that once this thing is brought back, the family will have a lot of fun. You know, Peter also comes to the door from time to time... Harry feels that he doesn't want to cause an air traffic accident just yet.
——So the final end of the broom can only be left to collect dust.
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When it was Thanksgiving, Harry's long-awaited guests were finally coming, which made him extremely happy. He used the time turner to go home without hesitation and waited at the door alone, just because he needed to be there during the day. Went to meet Nina and her dad.
"Harry!" The girl, wearing a cute furry pink winter coat, jumped into Harry's arms as she came down. "Happy Thanksgiving!" She gave Harry a sweet smile, sweet enough to make Harry forget all his fatigue.
"Happy Thanksgiving - God and Merlin bless me, I'm literally living on my fingers," Harry touched his forehead to hers and laughed and said, "You have new clothes again, right?"
"Aunt Emma bought it for me," Nina giggled holding his neck, "Who is Merlin?"
"A great magician," Harry put her down and held her hand, "I have prepared a lot of gifts for you... Well, I guess you haven't grown taller, right?"
"Nonsense," the little girl pouted unhappily at the mention of this, "I have!"
"Nina has grown about half a centimeter." After taking the suitcase out of the car, Erik said to Harry calmly, "You look pretty good. Harry—where is Charles? Are you alone here?"
"Ah, yes, I'm fine - Happy Thanksgiving, Uncle Erik." Harry touched his head and smiled shyly, "I... I've been waiting here since I got back from school," he couldn't help but He shook the little girl's hand, and the latter happily shook it with him, as if it was some interesting game, "I want to see Nina soon."
"I'm glad to see you have such a good relationship." Erik showed a faint smile and stretched out his arms, "Now, we have to go in, boy." He pulled the suitcase with one hand and patted Harry's shoulder with the other. He walked inside with the pair of children, "Is Charles okay?"
"ell, why don't you go and see for yourself with your own eyes?"
He walked down the steps from the gate with his arms folded and shouted from a distance.
Erik looked at this woman with unhappiness - after escaping from Emma's clutches, he didn't want to face such a woman at all: they often have a heart so complicated that you can't see through it, and they are sensitive to any words. To the magical ears, and a mean mouth that can never control itself and make things worse.
"." He greeted dryly.
"My brother is in there," he said calmly. "He had a drink last night and was out on the balcony blowing the November wind, and he managed to give himself a headache... I'm sure it's someone's fault."
Harry was attracted by this question: "Dad has a headache? Is it serious?" He asked nervously, "Are there any other symptoms? I brought a potion -"
"Oh," she stretched out a hand to stop her nephew's nervousness, "don't worry, dear," she squinted at Erik, who looked tense, and said lightly, "it's just a little cold. With your father's condition, Personality, he will be happy to be cured when he sees Erik, right, Erik?"
Then he knelt down and gently touched Nina's brown head: "Of course, there is also our little Nina."
Harry could see that his aunt was not in a good mood - she even stretched out her foot to kick Eric's calf, and said arrogantly: "Go, go to my brother's bedside and watch him, you nasty thief - although I don't I expect you to return that thing. I stopped expecting it ten years ago, and Charles is obviously obsessed with it, you despicable thief."
"I didn't - steal anything." Erik stiffened and warned angrily, "Don't talk nonsense in front of the children."
"No, you don't." She said quickly, pointing to her chest quickly, and then she took the two children and went inside, "I will bring tea - so go quickly. You won't tell Don't you know the way?"
So Erik went upstairs stiffly - and the expression on his face scared countless students along the way. Some boys even thought that Magneto was here to challenge the professor.
While he was wondering why this was happening, he knocked on the door of Charles' room in a familiar manner. After being asked to come in, he opened the door and entered.
"Oh, erik!"
Erik saw Charles, who was lying on the bed with his hands on his abdomen and covered with a quilt, saying hello to him. He was very happy and didn't look like a patient at all, "Happy Thanksgiving - thank God you can come. Oh, you're here Didn’t you scare my students on the way?”
"What's wrong with me?" Erik spread his hands and asked, "What other horrible remarks did your sister spread about me?"
"It's nothing, it's just because you're smiling, Erik." Charles sat up, watched Erik sit on the chair next to him, and said softly and calmly, "This surprised them."
In fact, the visual effects are also terrible - even Eric knows this. It's not that he has never smiled, and some people have seen him smile. Sean once claimed that the huge arc and fierce expression were not so much Eric's smile. , it’s better to say it’s a shark’s smile.
"Am I laughing?" Erik touched his face and said after a few seconds of silence, "I don't know."
"Oh, yes," Charles looked at him with a smile, "It's strange, why don't you know?"
——Maybe that’s just because I know I’m coming to see you soon.
I'm about to see you, and that's why I smile.
Erik reached out and took out a pillow for Charles to lean on, and this sentence suddenly appeared in his mind. He looked at Charles and listened to his strict control over his complaints, and suddenly he had the urge to say this out.
Say it, say this to Charles, look at his expression, look into his eyes, let him know how much you want to see him.
But in the end, Erik said nothing.
He couldn't say anything to Charles... nothing.
