, wonderful and free of pop-ups! "Which of you gave him alcohol?"
He whispered to his friends in a rather strange voice, pointing his finger at Harry who was arranging seats, "I think the way he is arranging seats is a bit strange, it's almost crazy - did you give him alcohol?"
"I don't think so at all." Jean said flatly, "The professor and Mr. Lehnsherr sit together. Moira is a guest, so she sits on the other side of the professor. Harry has to take care of him and cannot be separated from Kurt. Everything else is no different from usual - —What’s so strange about this?”
"Peter," said, "He placed Peter next to that - man."
Because of these words, Jean glanced towards the front of the dining table.
Harry and Nina were still very close to each other. The boy was coaxing the girl to eat the specially prepared vegetable cream puree. But when the parents had a conversation, he would look at the fathers and then at Peter from time to time.
Erik seemed to have a huge change in Moira in just a few minutes. When Moira occasionally brought the topic to the child's mutant abilities, he actually followed Charles and spoke: "At first, I wanted to know what the child's abilities were. What is indeed difficult is not absolute.”
"...Yes," after being stunned for half a second, Moira picked up the conversation fluently, and even smiled at Erik, "I was surprised at the time - I took a month off to be with him, and then his condition became clear Once it stabilizes, I’m still doing research on the rest, and I believe I’ll figure it out one day.”
"You can send him here," Erik said under Charles's smiling gaze, his expression serious and serious, "It sounds like he has very powerful abilities."
"I once thought about this, but his father didn't allow it," Moira said with great displeasure when mentioning this, discussing her ex-husband with a bit of disdain. "He insisted that his smart son could enter the best university and not put it aside. Wasting time in an unknown school will not help his future."
"You didn't say anything to your husband? For example, your son is a mutant and he even has powerful abilities..." Hank, who was listening, didn't quite understand. "Maybe it's not appropriate for me to say this - but according to you, you His son Kevin is a mutant with very powerful abilities and cannot control himself - it is most common that things around him will always be out of control - it will not help him at all in an ordinary university."
"He doesn't believe it," Moira replied with some annoyance. "He seems to be convinced that this is a lie I told to defend my academic argument. He insists that his son is a genius and is completely normal - see, it is because of his attitude that I Divorced him."
"Why don't you let him see it with his own eyes?" Hank became even more confused, "It's obvious at a glance!"
"Then give that bastard a chance to hurt my son with words and actions? Don't be kidding." Moira said very calmly, and took a sip of red wine after speaking, "I can protect Kevin myself - I don't need his help to add insult to injury. .”
This time, even Erik looked at her with some admiration - not every woman can treat her mutant son like this, and Moira's decisiveness obviously makes her the most capable person among women.
"I actually regret that before -" Moira paused, with sadness in her brown eyes, "—I was busy with work, research, and arguing with my ex-husband. Kevin used to be a very good child, but since he was eight years old, He stopped talking to me from the beginning. Think about it, his ability has been awakened for a long time, but he has been trying to suppress it, in order not to let me find out..."er These two people who don’t know how to taste shrimp pick shrimps Regarding the fleshy Harry, "He seems to be repulsed by his mutant identity and is afraid of being discovered by us... This is all my fault. I pay too little attention to him and spend too little time with him."
"You can spend more time with him in the future," Charles comforted her. "It's not too late to save him, Moira. If necessary, you can come to us at any time."
Erik took away the wine glass from Charles' hand, opened and closed his lips a few times, and finally said: "——Charles and I are here at any time. If you need anything, just call or come directly."
"Oh," Moira sighed in slight surprise, and immediately looked at Charles with an 'I knew it' expression, "So he finally plans to stay here? Can your wish finally come true?"
Harry and Peter looked at the adults with almost identical expressions, and then they looked at each other and saw question marks in each other's eyes.
Next to him, Hank's jaw almost dropped and he pinched his thigh quietly before he closed his mouth.
"Erik and Nina will move in with us," Charles announced the new news happily, which shocked everyone's jaws. "Not only in school, but also next to my personal residence. There's the house he bought - yes, they will be Harry and I's new neighbors."
Harry almost couldn't hold the fork - happiness came too suddenly!
"What did you do?" He asked eagerly, with a numb expression, using his fork to move the turkey on the plate, "You changed the settings in a few minutes? What did you do in a few minutes? You Read his mind and then gave you some Veritaserum?"
"What is Veritaserum?" Moira didn't understand what she meant.
"A potion that makes people tell the truth -" she explained succinctly, then stared at her brother, "I need an explanation."
"There's no explanation." Erik looked at the angry look quite happily, "We don't have to tell you everything."
Of course he wouldn't tell such a woman that he kissed Charles - that would suit her perfectly.
"You must!" He said forcefully, slapping the wine bottle on the table.
This made Logan, who was sitting on the other side of her, wave his hands impatiently: "What's not clear about this - don't you just want this result? And your brother needs it, don't ask a hundred thousand questions like a little girl Why."
She glared at him intimidatingly and repeated to Erik: "You have to tell me - even a little bit."
"It's not necessary," Erik said, "Don't think I don't know you are in contact with Emma."
The remaining children at the table looked at each other and him in confusion. Most of them didn't pay attention to the adults, and others didn't understand what was going on. Only Jean looked at her in shock. At this time, he nodded slightly and raised his eyebrows to signal him not to look over there.
Harry, on the other hand, was listening helplessly as Peter shouted an octave higher in his head:
"This is wrong, they actually turned into cohabitation mode within a few minutes of us going out?! This progress is too fast, I ask for a replay of the situation!!! I won't be able to sleep tonight if I don't understand what happened. !”
After cutting off the contact, Harry shook his head at Peter like an adult. He couldn't figure out why this made Peter almost crazy. Then he lowered his head and happily asked Nina, who was pulling him to ask questions:
"Do you like swings? I can help you build one in your yard... By the way, do you want a child's broom? The one that can fly."
………………
This Thanksgiving, some people had a messy day, some people had a very nourishing life, some people had a life with unanswered curiosity, some people had a unclear but still nourishing life - but most people had it. Very shocked.
But this does not include moira who is a guest.
"I'm glad that you two are finally looking towards the future," Moira said sincerely to the tense-faced ex-criminal, slinging her bag after being sent home by Erik, who was rarely a gentleman but was forced to be a gentleman. I don’t know how much my arrival played a role, but, well, I’m quite honored that you guys ‘finished it’ as soon as I arrived,” she joked.
"This is not your fault," Erik said against his will, and he was very authentic, "Thank you for coming today - I will wait for you to turn on the lights before driving away."
"Thanks, that's so sweet - bye, erik."
Moira was not angry at all. After smiling again, she took the key and opened the door and entered the house. After the lights came on in the house, Erik controlled the steering wheel and drove back.
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"If your godfather sends you a letter again," Charles was tying a scarf for his son who was about to go back to school, and asked gently, "Don't be too cold to him. Try to talk to him. I'm sure he will be happy to talk to you. You become a cross-age pen pal.”
"Perhaps he and I can't talk," Harry said sadly as he wanted to sigh, "His and I's hobbies don't seem to overlap at all -" He looked left and right, for fear of being overheard by the adventurers, and then He whispered to his father, "He gave me a particularly high-end broom before. Ron and the others were so envious of it, but I'm not interested in it."
Charles was amused when he saw his cautious look: "This means he wants you to be envied by others - he doesn't know what you like, but you can give him a chance to understand what you like, Harry."
"Maybe, but Remus also said that you have to take your time." Harry put on the blue wizard robe himself, and turned around in circles at Charles's gesture, and said thoughtfully: "There are people in the wizarding world. Many clothes have the functions of health care, blessing, and protection. Dad, you can buy one."
"This dress fits you so well. It's so cute, Harry," Charles praised, "but I think I'm past the age of wearing this kind of clothes."
"There must be other styles," Harry thought for a moment. "Since Wizards Bank has the exchange business of US dollars, pounds and gallonas, maybe other industries have similar expanded businesses."
"You don't need to worry about this, my dear," Charles smiled, stroking his son's little face, "I'm glad you think about me, but I think you should focus on magic. As for these, Christmas is approaching. We can discuss it again during the holidays.”
"Okay dad." Harry nodded obediently. He saw Peter who was playing a killing game with them not far away and waved goodbye to him. He paused and said, "Um, dad, can we let Peter spend Christmas with us? Where will we spend Christmas?”
"We spend time at home," Charles said, his smile deepening, "Erik and Nina will move in before Christmas, and we will spend the holidays together - as for Peter, of course he can come if he wants."
"That's great." Harry was not very good at hiding his thoughts. He was afraid that his father would notice something after a long time, so he hurriedly said goodbye. At the same time, he said goodbye to the latter who did not join everyone's games and looked around boredly. She just stared at him without saying a word, and finally waved reluctantly, "Then I'll go back -"
After saying that, he immediately activated his ability. With a few bangs, he fell into W's dormitory, but he was cold and soaked because he took the wrong way and fell into the sea, which made him rush in immediately. Bathroom - He needs a nice warm bath and an early bedtime.
"you caught a cold?"
The next morning, when Harry walked to the door of the restaurant, he met the man waiting for him at the door. Before he could say anything, he sneezed out, which attracted questions.
"Maybe." Harry apologized, took out a handkerchief and wiped it, feeling sleepy - although he fell asleep immediately after taking a shower, the time turner consumed a lot of his energy, "Why don't you go in and eat ?”
"Didn't you hear the news last night?" he said suspiciously, "I wanted to come to you yesterday - but the dormitory was banned."
Harry was a little surprised - the last time the ban was imposed was not long ago, and the reason for the ban at that time was that Sirius vowed to kill Wormtail. Even before that, he had mistaken the position and tore Nevill's bed curtains open instead. While escaping, Snape was so angry that he even thought that Lupin who was chasing him was an accomplice of Sirius, which made Harry extremely stressed during class the next day.
"I went to bed very early last night." Harry said cautiously, "What happened?"
Pursing his lips, he pulled him aside, complaining and explaining: "Why did you go to bed so early, you lazy guy - listen: someone was found lying in the corridor on the fourth floor."
"Yesterday was Thanksgiving in America, and I need a relaxing night." Harry said, "Then - what happened to that man? Did he fall asleep and fell there? Or did he have a heart attack?"
"Maybe he's dead, you idiot!" His face was very ugly, and Harry felt that he was a little scared, "I don't know what it is, but something happened to someone, and the situation is very bad, and the school's ban is proof of it!"
This made Harry start to wonder - what kind of magical place is Hogwarts? The security nature of the school is simply bad to a certain extent. Who issued the teaching license to it? Although it is indeed great and may still be a traditional school, there are too many secrets in magic, which is almost fatal to children.
But just as he was thinking, there was a wail in his stomach, and Harry had to touch his stomach: "I'm hungry - let's go in and eat first."
"Anyway, don't mess around with them." He placed his hands on his hips and warned him very seriously.
Harry tilted his head and asked, "What does this have to do with Nevill?"
"Of course it has something to do with it! They - he and that red-haired poor guy are the only two people at the scene!" He looked like he couldn't bear it, "You really didn't hear anything yesterday, right?"
"...I really didn't know anything yesterday." Harry said very sincerely.
'I went home for Thanksgiving yesterday and of course I didn't know anything! ' Harry thought, 'I just want to sleep when I come back, I spent thirty hours yesterday! '
They walked into the hall together, and when Harry sat down at his seat, he found that the table next door was almost polarized - on one side were Ron and Nevill, and on the other side were almost everyone else.
"What's going on?" Harry said to Anna next to him, "I just slept for one night, what happened? I heard that the dormitory was closed last night?"
"That's not all," a senior sister who is close to Anna answered for her, "A first-year girl was petrified. The professors can't tell whether it's a curse or something else. They asked us not to do it if we don't have to. When leaving the dormitory, even traveling requires multiple people.”
"What I heard is that there are 'evil spirits' in the castle," Zhang Qiu fiddled with the fried eggs with a fork very listlessly, "Maybe... I mean maybe, we can't practice Quidditch this week. "
"Isn't there originally a lot of ghosts in this castle?" Harry was one of the few people who could understand the Chinese word Zhang Qiu said, but even he didn't understand what Zhang Qiu meant, "What does 'evil spirits cause trouble' mean?" "
Zhang Qiu said embarrassedly: "This is a saying in our hometown, which means that the bad souls left behind due to obsession after death are doing bad things..." As she said that, she began to tremble first, shook her head, and her long black hair His hair swayed back and forth, "But the wizard doesn't seem to have such a theory."
"Petrified?" Harry said, "Which kind is it?"
He had been taught this common sense in the treatment group - they all have petrification effects, and they look the same. In fact, the petrification caused by different magics is different. Some are petrified on the outside, and some are petrified only on the inside. Some people are still mentally active after being petrified, but they are aware of their condition but unable to move. Some simply close their eyes and do not wake up until the petrification is lifted. The most terrifying thing is the petrification caused by Medusa's magic eye in "Greek Mythology" ——It is no different from stone inside and out, and the signs of life have been wiped out.
However, modern magic rarely reaches that level of mythology.
"There are still signs of life, but it seems that the spirit has fallen silent along with the outside world." The senior sister frowned and said, "It should be possible to recover by using mandrake to prepare a magic potion. After all, it is a universal stone antidote, but..."
"Now is not the season for mandrakes to mature!" A friend next to her, another senior sister, complained, "That means if someone is in trouble again, they will have to lie down until the end of the term!"
——This is so terrible, I don’t even have time to study and review!
Harry could almost hear this senior's thoughts.
"Then..." Harry originally wanted to ask what happened at the long table next door, but thinking of how lonely his friends were, he decided to talk to them directly.
"?" Harry moved over and greeted the brown-haired girl, "Good morning - are you okay? Why don't you sit with your roommate?"
Harry clearly remembered that her relationship with her roommates had finally improved recently, but now, those girls were far away from her again.
"Good morning, Harry - I won't sit with them, they are all a bunch of idiots," he said in a bad mood, "How could Ron and the others be behind the petrification incident! The two of them were just chasing ghosts!"
Harry was stunned: "What?"
"Ghost!" she said, becoming even angrier when she said this. She glared at Ron and Nevill opposite her, especially the former. "The two of them - when they were supposed to be doing homework, they said that they saw two people they had never seen before. The ghost passed by and then followed!"
"Wait a minute, what do you mean!" Ron said, "You mean we shouldn't go!"
"Of course!" He raised his chin and said, "When you went out yesterday, you hadn't even finished writing the Potions paper! I don't understand what could be more important than that!"
"That's a ghost that even Fred and the others have never seen!" Ron said with emphasis, "And it's not like we want to go there - he told us to follow him!"
"Oh, then you're going! Your brain is only at this level, isn't it?" He said angrily, throwing his fork away, picking up his schoolbag and leaving, "Malfoy is right about what he said - you are a idiot!"
Harry watched her walk away, and then turned to look at Nevill. The latter seemed to realize that Harry was coming. He slowly raised his head and said:
"We did see two ghosts that we have never seen before." The shy boy said hesitantly, "But no one believes us, because there are many ghosts in hogwarts. There have been no new ones for decades. Everyone Think we’re lying.”
"I believe you, Nevill." Harry comforted him, "In fact, not many people believe that what happened yesterday was related to you - but what's going on with ghosts?"
The chubby boy had a look of fear on his face.
"He is scary," Nevill said uneasily, his face pale, "but he is also very handsome... Wearing a very strange wizard robe... He helped us drive away Peeves, and asked us to follow him, so we followed him , and then he suddenly disappeared."
"Then we saw a blond ghost!" Ron added on the side, "He was very strange. He would only ask one question when he saw us, and he wouldn't say anything else!"
Harry felt a little creepy.
"What did he ask?" Curiosity prompted him to continue asking.
Nevill swallowed, and then gently and quietly answered what Harry said.
"'Where is he?'"
