, wonderful and free of pop-ups! It is actually very difficult for people like Charles to get sick because he has a normal schedule, eats healthily, is rich but not extravagant. Hank and He are also closely concerned about his health, and he also needs to set a good example for his son.
But that doesn't mean he won't get sick.
Headache, fever, and a little bit of drowsiness are all his current symptoms.
This made Harry feel a deep sense of self-blame - if it weren't for the many, dangerous and complicated troubles he had caused recently, Charles might not have been easily knocked down at all. Worry and stress could always easily defeat health.
He secretly regretted his carelessness these days and his impulsiveness at certain times. After confirming that Charles would be in high spirits as long as Erik was around, he led Nina downstairs and ran to the kitchen.
"What are you going to do, Harry?" Nina looked at the door behind her, then at Harry, and raised her head and said, "Is Uncle Charles sick? I saw my father sitting next to him, handing him water and medicine."
"Yes, Nina, he is sick." Harry led her and carefully jumped down the steps, "So I need to make some tea and make something light for him - would you like to help me? Honey?"
"Oh, I'd love to!" Nina raised her hands in agreement, "Dad said my tea is delicious!"
"Then I'll ask you to make tea, Nina?" Harry agreed happily.
"Yes!" The little girl nodded happily.
When they walked into the kitchen, the person who was supposed to make tea was nowhere to be found, but Harry knew that was just an excuse. Everyone knew that the tea his aunt made was not delicious.
A small light was turned on next to the bar table, and Logan was there, rummaging through the refrigerator, looking very agitated.
"Hey Logan?" Harry greeted this old friend of his father's, and said in a familiar tone, "What are you doing? Is there something you can't find?"
Logan turned his head, grinned and said, "Beer - I bought at least six cans before."
"...You shouldn't have put them in the refrigerator," Harry said sympathetically, "You must have stolen them or thrown them away again."
I don't know why I just can't get along with Logan - and it is said (from John and Kitty) that Logan admires Jean very much. The two have talked many times, so they defined this as a love accident - but Harry always feels that this is It's unlikely. After all, Logan is raising Rogue. No matter what he says, he would never compete with a boy for a girl. This is not Logan's style.
And dad wouldn't allow it. There's no way logan wouldn't know this. Harry thought.
"Maybe not - he prefers to watch me looking for it," Logan cursed in a low voice, then put his hand on Harry's shoulder and patted him vigorously, "Come on, boy, the beer cans are made of metal, come and look for me. Look where they are - if you can help me chill them a little bit more, how about I give you a cup to put in your mouth?"
Harry almost fell down with a few slaps from him! He rubbed his shoulders and said helplessly: "Thank you, Logan, but... I'm not interested in wine either. Really, don't look at me like that. I'm really not interested, Logan!" He declined Logan's temptation and stretched out his hand. , "The new beer that logan bought is coming!"
Then he was stunned to see more than six cans of beer flying from different places, and they were so heavy that he was almost knocked to the ground by the pile of wine.
"How many drinks did you buy?" he said slightly accusingly, and at the same time he began to think about whether rogue would blame him if he knew about this. The brunette always thought that logan would kill himself where she couldn't see him, and logan To be honest, she is not young anymore, so she prohibits all logan's random smoking and drinking behavior.
"Why don't you ask them how much wine they have hidden in me? - This magic is really good." Logan took the beers and looked very satisfied. He put the other cans back into the refrigerator, opened one and lifted it. , "Cheers to magic - great way to find stuff, well done, Harry, you're a good boy."
"Thank you." Harry said dryly, took out the tea set and tea leaves and handed them to Nina, telling her to be careful. After boiling a pot of water, he took out some vegetables and meat from the refrigerator, and looked for After taking out some rice, he planned to make a ton of rice for Charles to eat. After thinking about it, he washed two more apples and asked, "Where are they? I didn't see anyone the whole way out."
"There will be a holiday on Thanksgiving," Logan mocked him mockingly. "Have you forgotten the traditions after staying in England for so long? Most people have gone back."
"Maybe it's because the school doesn't give me holidays." Harry admitted, "But... Alex and I should live here all the time. And Jue, Kurt..." He announced a long list of names.
Alex left home early. He didn't have a good relationship with his parents, but he had a very good relationship with him. Neither brother wanted to go home and made up his mind to stay here permanently. Rogue will undoubtedly spend the holidays with Logan, while Kurt and John are both orphans, and the school is their home for them.
"Yes, they are, which means I won't have a quiet night on Thanksgiving." Logan took a sip of wine with an annoyed look on his face, "Oh, by the way, that blue-skinned boy was raped in the morning. He picked him up." He gestured, "He dropped from the sky and snatched him away like an eagle picking up a rabbit. He didn't even look back. While he was hanging in the air, he waved his hands to tell us not to chase him."
"..." Harry didn't know how to evaluate Kurt.
Oh, this doesn't mean that he doesn't know who picked up Kurt, everyone knows that it must be - when will he be willing to come here to go to school? Harry thought doubtfully.
"Others are going to buy things for Thanksgiving, food, drinks, flowers, and other things. Anyway, everything you need to buy for the holiday." As Logan spoke, he finished a can of wine and took another one. The can comes out. Harry stood aside and thought for a while, then floated the wine away with his fingers.
"Hey!" Logan protested dissatisfied.
"You guys will still be drinking tonight," Harry shrugged, wafting the wine high, turning around and instructing Xi Mi, "If I let you drink again, Rogue will really blame me."
Seeing that he persisted, Logan had no choice but to walk away a little disappointed and threw himself on the sofa in the living room.
After Harry put the washed rice into the pot and boiled it, he knocked on the kettle. The temperature inside immediately rose, and the water boiled rapidly, making the silver kettle whine. Nina, who was putting tea leaves, ran over happily and pulled Harry's sleeve: "Harry, Harry, the water is boiling!"
"So you can make tea," Harry carefully directed the metal kettle to float over, fearing that he might accidentally burn Nina. "You know what kind of tea Uncle Erik likes to drink, right?"
"Black tea, two spoons of sugar, one spoon of milk." Nina moved a stool and stood on it to reach the sugar jar. "He said he likes to drink tea like this."
After saying that, she quickly added: "Dad said that Charles likes to drink without sugar."
"Yes, he is."
Harry lifted her off the small stool and remembered that Zhang Qiu said that they made the fruit dance during the final exam last year, so he made the sugar jar jump up and down, like a rabbit with wings, and automatically flew into the girl's palm. Sure enough, Nina was very happy.
"It looks like it's alive!" Nina looked up at Harry holding the candy jar, "Like a bird!"
Harry also smiled, knowing that he now had more ways to please Nina - magic, which sounded like what girls liked, and luckily, Harry could learn all the magic he wanted to learn.
However, now is not the time.
"Let's serve it to the dads, okay?" Harry said to Nina, who nodded her little head. So Harry put the stewed rice aside and simmered slowly, poured hot water into the teapot, and skillfully controlled the water temperature - after a few seconds, the tea was brewing well, so he put it on the tray with the tea set. , with attached sugar jar and milk jug.
This is his specialty, because in terms of ability, he has better stability than Bobby and John. Therefore, although he cannot control the temperature and heat by a large margin, if he adds a little bit of magic, he can quickly Make the perfect pot of tea.
Harry let go of his hand, letting the tray float steadily in the air, and led Nina to the room upstairs. When he wanted to open the door, what he saw through the crack of the open door was peace.
Erik sat beside Charles' bed and whispered to him what they had seen and heard during their trip, while Charles listened and softly expressed his opinions.
"So you went to France again." Charles lay half of his body on the big, soft pillow, almost burying himself in the quilt, but his eyes were looking at Erik, who was sitting on the chair next to his bed, and his voice was vague. He was so unclear that he seemed to be talking in his sleep, "You also went to see the Louvre? I remember you took Nina there once when she was three years old, and you also sent back limited edition postcards and a mini model of the Eiffel Tower. Well, there are a dozen more, right? Mini art sculptures? Harry liked them very much and wouldn't let them go when he went to sleep - was he six or seven years old at that time? Or was he about to be eight? "
Harry's face suddenly turned red as he stood outside the door.
"Over seven years old - and, yes, we went to Paris."
Erik answered, his voice soft, as if if he were louder, it would wake Charles up from some sweet dream. One of his hands pressed the corner of Charles' quilt to prevent it from being pulled away by Charles, and the other hand was placed on a book open on his lap. Harry could tell from the faded cover that they were reading again. That "Eternal King".
"Uncle Erik," Harry knocked on the door gently, "I brought tea."
Erik turned his head and said please come in.
Nina took small steps and ran to Charles' bedside, and asked worriedly: "Are you okay, Uncle Charles?"
Charles answered her gently with a heavy nasal voice: "I'm fine, sweetheart, thank you for your concern - you look beautiful again. I really want to know how your father raised you."
"Does this mean I'm not handsome enough, Dad?" Harry said helplessly, floating the tray in.
Erik took it and nodded: "Thank you, the tea smells very good." After saying that, he stood up, placed "The Eternal King" next to Charles' pillow, took the tray floating by, and placed it not far away on the table and started pouring tea.
"No, of course not. You are the most handsome young man in my heart, I promise." Charles was amused by Harry's words, and he stretched out his hand to his son, "I'm so sorry that you have to do this as soon as you get home."
"It's nothing." Harry poured the tea into the cup and looked at Charles' slightly pale face with concern, "Are you okay?"
"I'm not bad - it's just a minor illness that will be cured after a little sleep. Harry, you don't have to worry about me." Charles replied.
When the aroma of tea mixed with hot milk filled the air, Charles took a deep breath with enjoyment: "I want to drink tea, Erik. I also want to eat some cake, sweet and creamy. I need a sweet afternoon tea.”
"No." Erik said decisively.
"No, I need it." Charles insisted.
Harry was surprised to find that Charles was almost speaking to Erik in a tone he had never heard before. Because his father's nasal voice is as serious as his Scottish accent at the moment, his voice is light and soft, and there is a hint of dependence that he would not usually have on any of them.
"You can't drink it," Erik refused him sternly. "You need sleep, and tea will keep you awake. You are sick, Charles, and you need rest instead of tea and cake."
"For God's sake, I got enough sleep. I didn't wake up until ten o'clock this morning." Charles murmured in a low voice, and his eyes lit up again when he turned to his son. Just as he was about to speak, Harry was interrupted by Erik. Stopped.
"Nina knows where the souvenirs we bought are." Erik said to Harry quite gently, "Go and take a rest. Charles said you study very hard, which... is good, but today is Thanksgiving, you can take it easy. ." After that, he said to Nina: "You can go and get the things you want to give to Harry now."
Nina immediately nodded in agreement, bid farewell to Charles obediently, and raised her little head to warn: "Uncle Charles, you need to have a good rest and listen to... well, listen to dad. If you don't listen to dad, you will get sick." It won't be good," she added softly, "I was like this before."
"Yes," Charles said dumbfounded, "I will listen to Erik, thank you, sweetheart."
"That's what you said." Erik pursued the victory and looked at Charles with raised eyebrows.
"Yes, I said it." Charles said unhappily, "You caught me talking, right?"
Erik smiled, patted his daughter on the head, and asked Harry to take her out.
…
When Harry led Nina downstairs, he happened to bump into them who had finished shopping.
"Hey, Harry," he stepped forward and patted him on the back, stretched out his claws to lick his hair, and teased maliciously, "You look so cute - just like a little girl."
Harry stared at him hard, but his words were very unconvincing: "This is just a wizard's robe."
He was wearing a piece of clothing that his mother had helped him choose - judging from the long hem and hood, it was undoubtedly a wizard's robe. It's a very clean blue, very similar to Charles's eyes, and it looks great with Harry's blue and white tie. It is made of the wool of a kind of warm and light magical creature. The hood has a thin layer of fluff balls, which proves that it is a winter coat. It also has some runes embroidered with fine silver thread on it to make it more durable. The best effect is that when Harry wears this cloak, the silver embroidery on the hem will reflect the broken light. This outfit is not very cheap. It costs at least a hundred galleons. It is something that a family like Easley cannot afford in their lifetime. Harry secretly sighed after converting it into US dollars. Such a piece of clothing is enough to buy at least three dollars. A high-end suit.
But he had to accept it - because Sirius paid the bill.
Lupin told him sympathetically: "If you don't accept this piece of clothing - he will probably send more. Believe me, Harry, clothes and brooms are definitely the beginning."
Well, no matter how you put it - no matter how expensive it is, it's just a set of clothes. Besides, from Harry's point of view, it's not that Xavier's family can't afford such a dress, it's just that Sirius is grabbing it. Just pay the bill, that was his wish, and Harry had no reason to refuse it.
After all, it's not a luxury item like a broomstick that Harry has no use for, right?
However, the shortcomings of this dress are also obvious - for a boy like Harry who looks as good as Harry, the blue and long patterned hem and white pom-pom trim are really cute. A little more, Harry wearing it is like an exquisite doll, attracting the sinful claws and ridicule of boys.
If it weren't for the fact that he could catch cold easily during the teleportation, and if it was too thick and he was afraid of falling into the water and becoming heavy, Harry would not be willing to wear this back. The reason was precisely because he had such a boy around him.
"You'll never guess who we met on the road," Sean winked at Harry. Even though he was wearing sunglasses to look cool, Harry could still imagine his beaming look. "I have a feeling this Thanksgiving will be very lively. .”
"Who?" Harry asked doubtfully.
"Actually, I don't think so." Alex said, and Harry noticed that he was a little duller than before, "because we met Moira Mactagger."
"Who is that?" Harry thought for a moment and found that he was very confused by such a name. "Is it a lady?"
"The woman your father had the most favorable impression of many years ago." Sean winked, his tone full of gloating, "I would say she is still a beauty now, yes, that's it, and she's even more flavorful. We invited her We came to spend Thanksgiving together, and she seemed to agree because, well, she was single, and said she would come over in the evening. Look, this is the first time she remembered us."
When I heard this downstairs, I picked up a pillow from the sofa and threw it, hitting Sean in the back of the head.
"For God's sake, Erik is upstairs!" He put his hands on his hips, looked at Sean angrily, and said very unbearably, "You think things are not difficult enough, right? And Sean, It's you, why do you always do this kind of thing? Will you be happy if I apply to ban you from going out next time? "
"I didn't! I think what I did was right!" Sean said, "Why does that guy Erik—"
Harry coughed quickly and quickly walked down the stairs with Nina, who was confused.
"Yes, I know what you mean, but Charles doesn't have any objections. Why do you have any objections?" he said, glaring at Sean.
"It's as if you weren't the one who slapped Erik before." Sean muttered, but didn't dare to say it loudly, obviously because he was afraid of the female devil.
"I did it for Charles' legs!" he said loudly.
Harry found that he really couldn't stay in this place, so he had no choice but to lead Nina to his room, leaving Sean and the argument behind - it was better not to listen to this kind of thing that he didn't quite understand yet. Two, there's three when there's two. Harry didn't want to find out about his father's past, so he wasn't willing to start it at all.
But what he didn't expect was that after opening the door to his room, he saw an unexpected guest sitting in his room eating pizza.
"...peter?!"
Harry watched in surprise as the silver-haired young man waved to him and said Hi Harry, "Why - uh, I mean, when did you come?"
"Just now, within a few milliseconds." Peter stood up from the chair, quickly destroyed the last piece of pizza, quickly disposed of the garbage, and then returned to this room, "Charles invited me to celebrate Thanksgiving. , because I said my mom was going on a date with her boyfriend."
"Oh," his eyes suddenly focused on the little girl held by Harry, his eyes widened suddenly, and his breathing became rapid, "Harry, you... have a little guest?"
"This is Nina, Nina Lehnsherr, six years old this year," Harry knelt down and kept Nina at the same level, patting the little girl who was looking at Peter curiously, "Nina, this is my friend R."
"Hello." Nina greeted Peter obediently. The dimples at the corners of her mouth looked so cute, "Nice to meet you."
r Looking at the pair of boys and girls squatting on the ground like dolls, he couldn't help but laugh. Crouching on the ground, he responded softly: "Hello, little lady? You are so cute." He turned around and asked Harry: "Is she also a mutant?"
"She is," Harry replied, "She has a great ability - communicating with animals."
"That sounds amazing," Peter stretched out his hand and touched the girl's caramel-colored head. The latter seemed to like it very much, showing an expression like a cat being touched on its chin, "Oh my God, I didn't expect what you said. Nina will be such a... cute little sister like an angel."
"Of course." Harry said proudly, "Nina is the cutest girl I have ever seen."
"You seem to have a good relationship. Well, I mean, you hold her like a brother holds his sister, like a little parent, you know what I mean," Peter took out a piece of fruit candy and gave it to Nina, "Here you go, Little lady—are you a guest?”
Nina looked at Harry, and after receiving a nod indicating that it was okay to accept the gift, she happily accepted it: "Thank you. Dad brought me here to spend Thanksgiving with Harry and Uncle Charles."
R looked at Harry sharply: "Her father is here too?"
Harry noticed that Peter had a slightly embarrassed and flustered expression on his face. He asked in confusion: "Yes, how else could Nina come here? She was in France before, and she is German."
Then he saw Peter slap his face into the palm of his hand.
Nina pulled his sleeve and asked with concern: "What's wrong with you?"
"No, I'm fine, thank you -" Peter continued to say breathlessly, "Harry, I don't think it was because I suddenly remembered that my mother asked me to go back to collect clothes. I had to go back quickly, so I have to say goodbye today -"
"You can be back in a few minutes," Harry looked at this man who couldn't even tell a lie almost speechlessly, "I don't see the need for you to say goodbye."
But having said that, after recalling what they were talking about just now, he still asked Peter with great concern: "What happened? Did you suddenly remember that you have something important? You know...Uncle Eric?" Ah, I forgot, of course you know him... did you have any conflicts before?"
"I..." Peter's mouth opened and closed. He stood up and paced around Harry's room. Then, after saying "I'm going to take a walk," he disappeared with a whoosh.
"I like him," Nina tugged on Harry's sleeve, "He's very handsome, Harry."
"I'm so happy you say that," Harry said casually, "Peter is indeed handsome. But do you really think so? Do you like Peter?"
Nina nodded vigorously: "I really like him - he looks like dad, Harry!"
Harry nodded subconsciously to show that he heard...then he realized what Nina was saying.
Then he thought about this sentence carefully, then thought about Peter's reaction, and finally thought about Erik's appearance and Peter's appearance.
Three seconds later, he was stunned.
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