, wonderful and free of pop-ups! "Neville won't go home this year," he said after putting down his luggage in the car. "Ron was originally going to go back, but in the end I decided to accompany him."
"They have such a good relationship," Harry took out a box of food from his bag as usual, which he secretly made in the kitchen. He opened the lid of the box and said, "Why doesn't Neville go back?"
If he remembered correctly, Neville also had his grandmother, uncles and aunts, and that impressive young uncle in his family.
"I can understand him, after all, his uncle is very strict with him," she said hesitantly, and the expression on her face meant that she was thinking about whether such remarks were polite. "His uncle has high expectations for him, but I It must be said that such high-intensity study is not suitable for Neville."
Harry smiled and handed over a cookie, "Is this what you said? Did I hear you correctly?"
Blushed: "I'm just telling the truth! Neville is very good, but he needs special learning methods. Just like you said, giving Malfoy more learning tasks will not tire him to death. It's the same reason!"
"Of course he won't be tired to death. He has such a good memory that he can learn several languages. Potions lessons that are beyond the scope of ordinary study will not tire him to death." Harry said happily, not at all feeling that he was not good at potions and asked his friends to do it for him. 'What's wrong? "Don't you think I need his help as I've never been able to learn potions well?"
"If you are a slytherin, your potion will contain an 'o' at least eight times out of ten." He pointed this out mercilessly, "This is not called 'poor learning'!"
"Compared with 'o' ten times, that's what it's called." After Harry finished speaking, he took out another small box from his small bag, opened the carriage door, and rushed towards the person who was walking around outside the door for the third time. The two big guys waved to the waiter, "Good afternoon. I'm so lucky to see you. Can you help me bring this box of cookies? I think he is still angry with me. Please don't tell him this is me. I gave it... I nodded in agreement, right? Thank you so much. If you don't want to take it, can you please accept it? I am still very confident in my craftsmanship."
He looked at them speechlessly and nodded, picked up the box and ran away, saying dryly: "...I guess they won't be able to eat the cookies."
Harry shrugged, humming in a good mood, took out a glass bottle from his bag and poured fruit tea into a disposable paper cup, which attracted exclamations.
"Merlin, Harry, how much do you pack in such a small bag?"
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They really didn't get to eat the cookies.
"He asked you to send this?"
At first glance, he could tell who it was from - the only person who dared to deliver a Muggle crisper to him without even bothering to use a transformation spell.
The two big guys were about to nod, but then shook their heads.
He glanced sideways at the box, then scanned a carriage of slytheri with his cold gray-blue eyes, and said lazily: "Should I accept it if he delivers it?"
Crabe quickly picked up the box and said, "Well, if you don't eat it, we will--"
"Put it down!" He didn't stop for a moment, widened his eyes, and snatched the box over with a wave of his magic wand, "Who allowed you to take it away? Who said I won't eat it?!"
He had been having trouble with Harry Xavier for almost half a month, and he hadn't enjoyed this extra treatment for almost half a month! His mother didn't know why, but she rarely made snacks for him in the past half month... He could smell it, it was amazing! right! No! end! Cookies!
Bise smiled and raised a cup of tea: "It seems that we have no chance to share the cookies made by Xavier himself, even though they are absolutely delicious - don't you think so, Pansy?" He seemed not to notice that the black-haired girl next to him was ugly. He asked with a confused look on his face.
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When the express finally arrived in London, it didn't snow, and the sky seemed to be covered with a veil, giving people a hazy and sleepy feeling.
The train station was overcrowded.
Harry judged this as he couldn't wait to lie down on the window. Many people are eagerly waiting for the Hogwarts Express to stop quickly so that they can catch their children from the stream of people rushing down from above. Some of them were wearing ordinary casual clothes, some were wearing unmistakable wizard robes, and some witches were dressed like medieval aristocratic ladies, wearing floor-length skirts and small top hats, but at this moment these people Their expressions were so similar, and they all looked at this side with the same expectant eyes.
I am going home! for real! The kind that goes to sleep at home and wakes up at home!
Harry couldn't suppress his joyful mood. When the train finally stopped, he grabbed the suitcase that he had cleaned earlier. After confirming that the small bag he carried with him was not left behind, he said goodbye faster than anyone else. He rushed out of the car - this led to the fact that when Zai finally made up his mind and rushed into the box with his head held high, he only saw someone standing at the door.
"...Where are the others?!"
When he asked with wide eyes, he didn't notice that his voice almost broke.
"He left too fast." He said sympathetically, "You are late, Malfoy. Harry is an international student. He is looking forward to going home more than any of us. Did you find out? Why didn't you come earlier?"
Why didn't he come earlier? !
I'm almost mad! He pointed to the aisle that was as crowded as the one outside and said: "Tell me, granger - there are so many people, did he get wings and fly out?! Damn it, was he guarding the door half an hour in advance? !”
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Harry really didn't fight his way out of the crowd.
He held Kurt's cross and hid in the toilet, squatting down. After a burst of black smoke, in just one second, the small toilet room turned into a crowded train station - parents were all watching the train. , no one, not even the wizard, would care that a child suddenly appeared at someone else's lap.
"No, at least I see you, boy."
A white hand with a wonderful perfume smelled touched Harry's shoulder, which surprised him, but when he turned around, the hand was gone again.
He was instantly alerted to the fact that those were not the words his ears had heard. The smell of perfume and the touch of hands were not things his nose smelled, his eyes saw, and his shoulders sensed - they were all the result of his brain being deceived.
"Here, boy, look this way."
It is very easy to find the owner of that hand. After determining the target, Harry thought almost stupidly.
A beauty - sorry, that's so demeaning.
A beautiful woman with long blond curly hair, decent makeup, extremely hot body, and stunning beauty. It was obvious at a glance that she was not British, standing in front of a box. She smiled at Harry and waved to him, the expensive blue diamond ring on her hand sparkling. After Harry looked over, she walked over quickly on her snow-white cowhide boots. When she said, 'Sorry, please give way.' At that moment, the crowd spontaneously opened a path for this lady, so she, under the gaze of many people, reached out and hugged Harry, who was stunned on the spot, into his proud arms.
"Oh, my dear Harry," she said in a sing-song aria, "you don't know how sad I am when you are not here!"
This was definitely not his aunt. Harry thought hard. His aunt had never been in the habit of talking to people, nor would she deliberately change such plump breasts, and she rarely talked to him like this.
Bo.
Seeing his dumb look, the beautiful woman actually became more aggressive. She held his chin with both hands, and her red lips immediately pressed a fragrant kiss on his face with the fragrance. Her posture was so intimate that it was as if the boy whose chest was not as tall as hers was her. Dear lover.
"Hey!"
Two familiar hands, along with a reassuring hey to Harry, he was fished out of the beauty's arms, "Who are you - I mean, madam, even if you are a hot beauty, this is not the reason for you to molest him, right?" wrong?!"
"Peter!" Harry hugged Peter's neck with gratitude and surprise, not minding that he was picked up like a stuffed bear again, "Are you coming to pick me up? This is great! Where are my dad and Erik? Nina Where? Is he banned from driving again because of his red quartz glasses?"
r freed up one hand to pinch both sides of his face, and successfully squeezed the little brother into an octopus mouth: "What should I say? You just got slapped on the face like this and you don't even know how to resist? You are too Are you good, harbao? Did this weird old-looking woman slap your ass?"
The 'weird woman' raised her well-groomed eyebrows and glanced at the silver-haired young man with her blue eyes. She didn't seem too angry at the young man's words, but was looking at something else.
"Tell me which one of you gave me this nickname again," Harry pulled his hand away and shouted with a bit of embarrassment, "Last time you called me Fairy Tale Boy!"
"Oh," the blond beauty said at this time, "What should I say? I'm not surprised to see that you two brothers have such a good relationship - but where did Erik get his son? In other words, I remember that both Charles and Erik only had one child. And you obviously have a little sister——"
As soon as these words came out of his mouth, R was so shocked that he almost dropped Harry - luckily he was quick and caught it in one go.
Harry could feel that Peter was completely confused inside, but he was also completely at a loss and almost fell off Peter.
The two of them looked at the radiant woman wearing a white fur coat, and were so shocked that they couldn't say a word.
"Oh." The woman nodded, "Needless to say, I understand, they were all mistakes made when I was young. Oh - you still don't plan to tell Erik?"
"..." Harry opened his mouth dryly, "You can't just read other people's minds like this, ma'am." He hugged Peter's neck comfortingly, signaling him not to run away, after all, his suitcase was still on the ground.
"Actually, I think this is very convenient and saves a lot of effort." The woman shrugged, "Don't worry, kids, you should all have heard of me - especially you, you are the flower girl I booked, a good boy. "Her nails painted with red nail polish touched Harry's nose, "Now, how about we give up standing here and go back to your warm home?"
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"Oh, Emma!"
The woman who shocked Harry and Peter to the point of standing still, directed a woman with light red hair - Harry swore he saw the short young girl wearing a cloak with light red wrists exposed - to a A portal opened in a hidden place.
"Go in."
She ordered in a soft tone.
"...How do I know if this is a trap?" Harry felt Peter holding his hand tightly. The young man pouted and said, "Look, you are a mind reader...How can we trust someone who can enter and exit other people's heads at will?" People? After all, we can go back on our own in a few seconds——"
"But Charles won't be happy that you secretly came to pick up his son first." Emma crossed her arms and said, "And you have only one choice, and that is to go in."
"Can I ask a question?" Harry raised his hand as he did in class.
"Of course, sweetheart." Emma said softly, her attitude completely different from that towards Peter, "What's your problem?"
"Where's my dad?" Harry said, "Why...well, I haven't seen him?" There was a bit of disappointment in his tone.
He was so anxious to get out of the car just to see his father - but where was his father, Charles? Where is Uncle Erik who we agreed to stay?
"You have to ask your father and your godfather." Emma actually smiled when talking about this. "If it weren't for them, I wouldn't have to send this person to pick you up." She said to the mutant girl who opened the portal nod.
harry:? ? ? ? ?
What does this have to do with Sirius?
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In fact, the relationship is huge! !
When Harry and Peter crossed the portal, they saw a motorcycle flying in the sky. One, a motorcycle! As for the person sitting on it? no doubt! He is a motorcycle fanatic. He has always wanted to buy the best motorcycle to drive Jean around when he grows up. Recently, he has added another thing to his dream - to run over Logan's face with his motorcycle.
Harry was stunned and his mouth opened wide. Although the word "flying motorcycle" sounded familiar, at that moment he felt that he hadn't even gone home yet - this was obviously the neighborhood where he lived, the house where he lived, and it wasn't even a school. ! Why are there motorcycles flying in the sky?
"This is so cool! I think if I improve it a bit I could be Iron Man-"
Nonsense, Iron Man doesn’t need a motorcycle to fly!
Harry shouted silently in his mind.
He immediately understood why Emma said 'ask your godfather'.
"Your godfather sent this, and Charles was eager to give it a try. Erik firmly refused the proposal, and let them do the rest." Emma said with a 'look' look, "I think they are too slow, so I will fight I made a call and asked someone to send me to pick you up."
Look, this is a mutant. With just a phone call, he can be sent from the United States to the United Kingdom. The time it takes is just a door across the border.
"...I made the right decision not to bring the broomstick back." Harry looked at the sky and then at the cheering and screaming students in the courtyard. Kurt even teleported around excitedly. Oh my god, so did Jean. While laughing and shouting to fly higher...his father also looked excited, Hank was even more excited than his father...he shuddered, "Oh my god, why did Sirius send this here?!"
"Oh, how do I know this?" Emma said, walking in with her chest raised, "Hi, guys, I've got the baby back - buy one, get one free!"
She meant something, and even though no one understood what she said, she still ran away in panic the moment Eric turned around.
"Thank you, Emma - was that Peter just now?" Charles happily pushed the wheelchair over and stretched out his arms, "Hi, Harry! My little sweet pie, my dear, come and let me see you. How much weight have I gained since I haven’t been home—”
"The reason I'm not going home is because the school started checking the dormitories, and the book said that it's not good if you use the time turner too much." Although Harry explained seriously, he immediately dropped his suitcase and rushed over. In Charles's arms, his head resting on his father's shoulder, he almost enjoyed smelling the fragrance of laundry detergent on his father's body mixed with the smell of logs, book pages, and sweet pie, "I smell peach pie!"
"The answer is correct. Erik tried to make a peach pie, and Nina is putting peach slices on top to decorate it. Everything is waiting for you to come back." Charles said a little proudly, "Look over there - they have moved here. We also made a corridor between the courtyard and the courtyard, and your godfather helped us cast a wonderful magic. No matter what we do in the future, no one can see it."
After Charles said this to Harry, he felt a burst of satisfaction in his heart - this sounded like a home, and it was indeed a home, the best kind. What he especially enjoyed was that Erik was so happy when he said this. She seems to be a good wife... although this is something you must never tell Erik.
Harry didn't know what his father was thinking. He just wanted to happily fly around in the sky for a few times - but not now, there were still people flying in the sky.
"Is Sirius here?" Harry thought of a question and asked quickly. Although Sirius would show up in every dueling class, Harry couldn't see him the rest of the time. "He promised me he would come."
"Of course he is, he is in your room upstairs," Charles touched his son's head and said kindly, "Thanks to him for Erik's move this time, we were able to move so quickly. He also used some magic. Promise us that no unnecessary strangers can come and disturb us. Of course, those two flying motorcycles are the most magical. Your godfather brought you a mini one, but I think you can't drive yet, what do you think? ? It is being shrunk and placed in your room..."
"Wait, wait a minute," Harry stretched out his hand to signal him to stop, and asked doubtfully, "Sirius is in my room? What is he doing in my room?"
"He is your godfather. I think he can visit your room. I also found a photo album to show him." Charles didn't think there was a problem with this at all. He motioned for his son to follow him in, "He is a Harry is a very, very good person, and has endured a lot of hardships. He loves you very much. I am also very happy to see someone who loves me as much as I love you... So, I hope you can be more considerate and get closer to him, okay. ?"
"Okay dad," Harry touched his nose, feeling a little guilty. He was indeed not that close to Sirius, at least not as close to him. Sirius was like Remus to him, but that was all. . He knew in his heart that Sirius actually loved him more than Remus - of course, this did not mean that Remus didn't love him - but sometimes, when more intimate words came to his lips, he just couldn't say them out, and some acts of concern could not come out at the critical moment. Magically restrained, "I mean, I just need a moment..."
They walked into the room. Nina, who was wearing a light green bubble skirt, was lying at the table looking at the peach pie. As soon as she saw Harry coming in, she ran over and shouted: "Harry!"
"Nina! You've grown a little taller!"
When Harry picked her up, he suddenly realized that it was no different from Peter hugging him, which made him smile knowingly, "Have you seen your new home? Do you like it?"
"I like my new room, it's green, and there's Bambi on the wall! Dad even bought me a new dress!" the little girl whispered to him.
"I like your new dress too - you look good in it." Harry carried her upstairs and said hello to Erik in the kitchen, "Uncle Erik, good afternoon!"
"Good afternoon to you too," Erik, who was forced to cook, greeted him awkwardly, wearing a white bear apron around his waist, "Nina, come down and walk by yourself, Harry is very tired."
"No, I still have the energy to hold her." Harry smiled and hugged the little girl tightly, then went upstairs to his room, "Have you met my godfather? Nina?"
Originally, Harry thought that no matter how rebellious Sirius was, Sirius would still have the habits and arrogance of an ancient wizarding aristocratic family, and he was worried that he would not get along with his family and friends, but looking at the current situation, it seemed that there was nothing to worry about.
He walked through the corridor in a familiar way, taking in the layout of his home that he had not seen for a long time. When he reached the door of his room and saw the door open, he subconsciously stopped again, a little afraid to go in.
He didn't know why, but it was always... strange when facing this godfather. Just like now, he knew that Sirius was looking at the photos inside, but he didn't dare to go in, and he didn't know what to say after he went in... asked him if he was satisfied with what he saw?
Sometimes Harry would think that maybe this strange feeling was because Sirius was his godfather... the word was too intimate.
Maybe it was because Sirius was so kind to him.
The door was open. After hesitating for a few seconds, Harry did not go in, but stood by the door and looked inside.
His room was no different than when he left it, but there were a few more things coming out. There were some models of Quidditch stars that he couldn't recognize on the cabinet - for sure; there was a miniature motorcycle on the table and a bunch of gadgets he had seen in wizard magazines - for sure; there were more in the open cabinet Several sets of expensive-looking wizard robes - this was expected; there was a man in tears on the floor - this was something he never expected.
Harry's knowledge of etiquette told him that this was a time when no one should see her, and he should hold Nina and avoid it temporarily, but his instinct bothered him and told him to stay and take a look.
Charles said that Sirius was looking at his photo album - then why was he crying while looking at the photo album?
"Sirius?"
It was Nina who finally spoke out. She seemed to have become familiar with the new guests, so she became more courageous.
The little girl asked worriedly: "What's wrong with you? Why are you crying?"
The men in the room looked like they wanted to run away through the door - but unfortunately the door was guarded by an embarrassed boy holding a girl.
"Sirius...what's wrong with you?" Harry finally asked this sentence.
Sirius was wearing a perfectly suitable casual outfit and was sitting cross-legged on the ground. In front of him were several large photo albums of Harry.
Charles likes some relaxing activities very much, and photography is one of them. From the time he started raising Harry, he liked to record his son's growth with a camera. When his son could move and run to school, he took more photos of Harry. He is smart and well-behaved. He has won many first prizes and competition awards in elementary school. He also loved playing the piano for a while and attended school celebrations. Therefore, the boy stood on the podium with a trophy and certificate, and his classmates. The appearance of the ball, the appearance of playing the piano, and even the appearance of carrying a schoolbag for the first time were all recorded by Charles. Earlier, a few were in black and white. The later photos became more beautiful and more numerous.
"I'm fine...come over here, Harry."
Sirius finally overcame Harry, who sat on the ground with Nina. The little girl leaned over and looked at the photos, looking very curious.
"Is this Harry?" she asked, pointing to a photo of Harry wearing a ridiculous dog onesie when he was three years old. "He also has a scar on his head."
This is talking about the lightning-shaped scar. Sirius realized this and couldn't help but think of the scene when the boy hissed in snake language at the beginning of school, and felt extremely painful in his heart. That abominable, damned Dark Lord must have left some bad influence on Harry. Dark magic can cause permanent traumatic effects on people, and Harry undoubtedly does the same. There is no room for discussion.
The boy was carefully looking at him and looking at the photo album. Sirius was not stupid. He could detect the boy's attitude towards him - he wanted to get close to him, but he was not very courageous. Maybe it was because his appearance before had scared him. , maybe the title of Godfather is too intimate.
This is not how it should be. Sirius thought, this shouldn't be like this.
His fingers lingered on those photos - nothing can record time more easily than images. He looked through all the photo albums Charles gave him, starting from the first one, when Harry was a little baby, the little baby he knew, watching the baby grow into a toddler, and the toddler growing into a child, from when Harry drooled. It turned into an obedient smile, and he went from carrying his schoolbag and looking at the camera at a loss, to a look of pride, holding a golden trophy in his arms, and the glasses on his face made him couldn't help but smile, laughing at the fact that this child's short-sighted eyes are probably pointed. Fork’s inheritance…
Then, smiling and laughing, tears fell uncontrollably.
Regret has never been so strong at this moment, even when sixteen-year-old Sirius Bck closed the door to his home and took his last look at his home.
Some things, if you miss them, you miss them, and you can never make them up again.
——But these are not the most important things. The most important thing now is Harry, now Harry.
Sirius looked at his godson's smiling but uneasy face and was convinced of this.
"Listen... Harry." He decided to say with a smile, "I'm so happy... I cried because I was happy."
"Really?" The boy's voice was full of doubt.
"Really." He smiled, tentatively touching the boy's face, smoothing his slightly frowned eyebrows, "I'll see how you grow from what you were before," he gestured with a short length, "To grow like you are now, to have a father like Charles, and to have many friends and people who care about you... I'm very happy, really. I believe that even if the old prongs are still there, he can't do it. Even better, even if he is a good father." He sincerely praised his godson's adoptive father, "Your father is the smartest and best man I have ever met. Without him, I can't imagine what you would be like. ...You think if I gave him a flying wheelchair, would he accept it?"
He was joking like this, but Harry felt proud and sad when he heard it. His father is the best father in the world, that's true, but Sirius... He didn't know what to say, but he had an idea in his heart.
If Sirius had a son, maybe he would be a good father too.
When Sirius put his arms in his arms, leaned against him, and explained to him the story of each photo, Harry simply didn't dare to look at him, fearing that the inexplicable feeling in his heart would come back if he looked at him. .
But now he kind of knew what it felt like.
Sirius would consider food, clothing, housing and transportation for him, write him letters from time to time, and would want to buy him the best things, and would buy him all kinds of daily necessities, fearing that he would starve and freeze; he would be impulsive, become terrible, and become indifferent Like a normal wizard, but he was always cautious around Harry, for fear of breaking something or breaking Harry's heart, just like Harry was still a little baby.
Sirius will also respect his thoughts, respect his current father, make good friends with him, and even be keenly aware of his own emotions. He will not rush forward, but approach him gently and slowly, and even take the initiative to comfort him. uneasiness...
Maybe some actions and thoughts are really clumsy, and some are even laughable, but Harry has been smart since he was a child, and he will not fail to understand that those are Sirius's concerns, his likes, his...
like.
Sirius undoubtedly loved him, even if he was just his godson, not Sirius's son, and his surname was not bck or r, but Sirius loved Harry just like a father loves his son, unconditionally and the strongest.
Thinking of this, Harry hugged Nina tightly in his arms, as if the little girl was a life-saving piece of driftwood.
He suddenly understood why he could never face Sirius alone normally——
——Because Sirius really loves him, but he just doesn't know how to accept this love.
