Emma's wedding ended successfully.
Xavier's family and Lensherr's family were finally sent home together in a car. Of course, there was also Peter. Of course, Charles came back with a large bouquet of white roses. Harry and Erik couldn't laugh or cry about this. They picked at their nails from time to time and glanced out the window from time to time, feeling very redundant.
Nina was very happy to have so many flowers to play with. The little girl kept mumbling that she wanted Harry to help her transform into a beautiful vase, which gave Harry, who was not very good at transfiguration, a headache.
If there was something that made him happier, it was that Emma and the two flower girls gave a lot of money as thank-you gifts. Especially, he gave too much. The money was enough for Harry to fly abroad for more than ten days. times, not to mention that Nina, as a girl, also received special treatment. She had many more beautiful jewelry than Harry, which was enough for her to use from the age of eight to eighteen. If the style became old-fashioned, she could sell it for a new one.
Harry found that sometimes he really couldn't understand the thoughts of rich people. Although his own family was also rich, Xavier's family was against extravagance and waste. Charles and Charles taught him many similar principles since he was a child, such as money should be spent on A meaningful place, having money is not a reason to spend money randomly, etc.
However, Charles and Erik did not reject this kindness this time - after all, they finally found a happy friend and her husband, not anyone else. Since they are the elders who are happy and want to give gifts to the younger generation, more is more. A little, that's no big deal.
"I think you can buy the model you were interested in last year, Harry," Charles joked with his son as he pushed the wheelchair through the door. "Remember, you looked at it eagerly -"
"I thought you bought him everything." Erik said.
"As long as he wants it, I will buy it," Charles said with a regretful expression. "It's a pity that he never says 'he wants it', and Christmas and birthdays only come once a year."
Harry denied it embarrassedly: "No, I don't really want it, I just want to see it, just have a look!"
"Going to take a look at it every time you pass by it shows your attitude, Harry - can you help me turn on the switch?" Charles motioned for him to help turn on the lights. It's already night and the room can't be dark. " You know, this problem of yours is not good. What will you do if you meet a girl you like in the future? If someone asks you, 'Are you looking at me because you like me?' and you answer, 'No, I'm just looking,' then you will Get out immediately."
"It sounds like you are very good at picking up girls," Peter became interested and moved closer to Charles. "Do you have any good information you can reveal? Yours and his?" He pointed at Erik.
"I don't know more about Erik than you do," Charles said teasingly, giving Erik a 'you know' look, and the latter coughed a few times and felt embarrassed, "As for myself - what I want to say is that I'm very popular. , but actually I’m not very good at picking up girls. I once said that my approach to picking up girls was clumsy and tacky, because at that time I relied on my professional knowledge to pick up girls.”
"Professional knowledge?" Peter asked.
"I have degrees in genetics, biology and psychology," Charles replied with a smile, "but I have to say, those are not very romantic, although I think they are interesting enough."
"Drink some water." Erik put a glass of water in front of him to prevent him from continuing to talk about chasing girls. "I'm very tired today. Go wash up and rest - remember to drink milk."
Harry nodded, said good night, and pulled Nina upstairs. He followed behind and said, "I have to go home."
Harry almost fell down the stairs.
"Why?!" Harry said, looking at Peter with a small accusation in his eyes, making the latter feel guilty, "Didn't we agree to spend the Christmas vacation together?"
"My mom summoned me on her cell phone, but I couldn't help it!" Peter stood on the stairs and helped Harry. He wanted to reach out and rub Harry's head, but regretfully gave up because it was too neat. "She said okay. , you know my mom has a new boyfriend, right?" he asked softly.
Harry nodded, with a little worry on his face. Nina shook his hand: "What does a new boyfriend mean?"
"It's just a new lover, they love each other, but they're not married yet." Harry explained seriously.
"Hey, you don't need to explain it so clearly, right?" Peter said a little embarrassed, "She's only six years old!"
"Some things can't be fooled casually," Harry pulled them all up to his room on the second floor. He sent Nina to her room to take a shower before continuing to ask Peter, "Then what? Does your mother want you to meet him? Or is it... She thinks you should spend Christmas with her."
"Don't worry, don't worry," Peter stopped Harry from continuing to speculate. He stretched out his hands to hold Harry's shoulders, "Listen, there is no disagreement and no meeting - it's just that she thinks it's time for her to talk to me, like Her new boyfriend and my dad, in short, cough." He started to look at the sky and the earth but not you again. Harry found that he seemed to easily fall into all kinds of embarrassments, "Anyway, I Need to go home - but don't worry, I'll be here to play for the rest of your Christmas break. You see, I don't have much to do. Instead of playing Pac-Man in the basement, I might as well come and play with you, right? .”
"So I'm more fun than Pac-Man?" Harry joked.
"You're much funnier than Pac-Man, I promise." Peter raised the corner of his mouth and smiled.
"Okay - oh, wait a minute, I have something for you." Harry stretched out his hand, and the drawer next to him opened automatically, and a box swayed into his hand. He grabbed it and handed it over. To Peter, his green eyes were still clear through a layer of contact lenses, "——Merry Christmas r."
r held his breath.
"Is this for me?"
"It's not for me anyway. I mean, of course it's for you!" Harry handed it forward. He stretched out his hand, hesitated for a moment, and then retracted it. Harry handed it forward again, and he suddenly Grab the box.
"What's inside this?" Peter shook the box and heard the sound of things colliding in the small space of the box.
"You can open it and take a look." Before Harry could finish his words, he saw Peter taking out the things. He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, "I made this myself."
"A pocket watch." Peter murmured, staring at the thing.
"Well, okay, I did what I did. This was a birthday gift from Uncle Erik to me." Harry took out an almost identical pocket watch from his pocket, with the same metallic luster and the same x , with the same pattern, he didn’t know if Peter would like this gift, and he didn’t know if it was appropriate to make this. He didn’t dare to look into Peter’s eyes for a while, “Nina also has one, I made it for her, using Erik Uncle’s ability and transformation skills, she thought this was very beautiful and asked me to make one for her, well, then I thought, so I thought”
The boy put his hands behind his back and was a little incoherent. He tried hard to express what he meant, but unfortunately he couldn't do it all at once.
"You think we deserve the same thing." There was a dreamy sound in Peter's voice. He lowered his eyelids, and something in his heart was violently stirred, "So you gave me this. This is the same thing as nina, and you."
When "this" happened, Harry felt a little regretful. Wouldn't this be bad? Would he think he was showing off? If that's the case, that's too bad. Harry gave this to Peter to make him happy, not to make him feel uncomfortable - if it makes Peter feel uncomfortable, then it's better not to give it to him.
"I'm sorry, am I too—" He closed his eyes and wanted to apologize. He already had a little regret in his heart, but couldn't find the adjective. He said to Peter in a panic, reaching out to take back the pocket watch. , "Uncle Erik will definitely make a better one for you in the future, or I'll change it to another one——"
"No no no no no no!!!"
r burst out such a long series of no, shaking his head vigorously, so fast that Harry was worried that he was going to turn his head off, "Why do you think so!" he said loudly, he couldn't believe that Harry was It's this idea of, "I love this and you can't take it back!! Look, if you keep thinking this nonsense, I'm going to spank you, Harry!"
"I, I," Harry said, almost choking, "Ahem, I, I, have always regarded Nina as my sister. You see, you are her brother, so I think you should have this too."
How strange that your father doesn’t treat you as a son yet, but your future brother already treats you as a brother and even gave you a series of brother-sister gifts.
r feels like he really doesn’t know what to say.
"If you think it doesn't look good or I did it too abruptly, I can exchange it for another gift." Harry said tentatively again.
"Please," Peter reached out and rubbed his face, pinching his cheeks and pushing them toward the center. The boy had to make an 'O' shape with his mouth. "Even if you knew, that 'he' would do something special for me." , that’s what he gave me too.”
He hung the pocket watch carefully around his neck.
"And this is what you gave me, and it has a different meaning than that."
Maybe he will get to know his dad later, maybe not. Maybe after they get to know each other, his dad will make a lot of things for him and give him other things. But Peter firmly believes that this pocket watch will remain in his impression forever. Even if he may lose it in the future (often), wear it out, or it may end its life by itself, I believe the feeling at this moment will be difficult to forget.
Well, maybe I will never forget it in my lifetime.
Charles put the bouquet of white roses into the vase.
What was hard to predict was that although he happily hummed and said he was lucky, it was Eric who stared at it when he was about to sleep. Even though he didn't like white roses at all, he still looked at them. It laughs.
"Have the children all gone to bed?" Charles asked Erik while lying on the bed looking at the photos on the digital camera with a smile, "Nina played so crazy today, almost all the pigeons in the square bowed down under her little skirt. "
"Nina has already fallen asleep. After Harry and Peter whispered, R left, saying that there was something going on at home." Erik was a little puzzled and a little funny, "Peter had to squat down to speak into Harry's ear. How could they be so playful? good?"
As soon as he said this sentence, he felt a very strange sense of satisfaction - it sounded like a couple discussing some issues about their children before going to bed, warm and harmonious, sometimes a little confused, but for... As a parent, that's totally fine.
Charles pursed his lips, shrugged and spread his hands: "I don't know, maybe it has something to do with Peter still being like a child who hasn't grown up - maybe it has something to do with Harry not having any brothers and sisters. You know, I have been taking him to live here. He was like a big brother to him. Although he was too lively, he really took care of Harry and liked Nina very much. Nina and Harry also liked him."
"He was just a kid ten years ago," Erik said, trying to remember what Peter looked like ten years ago. "It's incredible."
"Uh-huh." Charles nodded with a smile, "This is the child, Erik. Nina will grow up soon, grow up, and finally have a boyfriend. Oh my god, don't look like this," he patted his side. "That won't be tomorrow anyway, why don't you come over and sleep first?"
Only then did Erik put back his livid expression, turned off the lights in the room, leaving only a dim desk lamp, and then couldn't wait to lie down.
Yes, they slept in the same bed, there was nothing wrong with that, no doubt about it. As Sean said:
"You let him sleep next to Charles? Just separated by a wall? Under such circumstances that he can kiss Charles? What a joke, even the purest Hank wouldn't think so!"
——Anyway, the only ones left in Xavier’s family are the children, and the children won’t explore this issue, right?
But having said that, even the very diligent Harry never got up earlier than Charles. The children who slept in naturally couldn't see them lying on the same bed.
"If you had told me ten years ago that Emma would have a husband like this, I would have thought that man was crazy." Eric lay on the bed and whispered to Charles, "I have always felt that Emma has no heart."
"That's too much." Charles lay side by side with him, clasping one hand with his, and replied calmly in the dark, "Emma is an extremely good woman, and she deserves the best."
"Then you are an extremely good man," Erik said. "You deserve the best. Maybe if she had slept with you, you two would have become friends."
"Don't make trouble, Erik," Charles almost laughed out loud, "She won't love me."
"She will. No one won't love you, Charles." Erik turned around and whispered in his ear. "Just like me, people have told me before that I have no heart and that I can't love others."
"She or he is wrong." Charles said softly. He also turned over and shared a small breathing space with Erik. "It's so wrong. I've always known you, Erik, sometimes you just don't say anything. , your loving heart is always here with you."
He stretched out a finger and slowly poked Eric's heart.
Erik's smile deepened. He took the finger, held it to his hand, and kissed it.
"Then it's yours now, are you happy, Charles?"
"I have to say that it has always been mine - but what I can answer you is," Even if the room was dark, Erik could still imagine how the pair of blue eyes were looking at him, shining brightly, "I Just thinking about it makes me happy, erik."
I once told Harry that he hates time because this thing always runs very fast during the holidays, as if there are ten marathon runners chasing it, and it seems to have fallen asleep during school. , I can’t wake up even if I beat him.
When Harry heard this metaphor, he immediately made up his mind not to tell anyone about the existence of the time turner even to death.
Well, it is indeed a sad thing for students that the Christmas vacation is almost over, but this does not add any worries to Harry. He does not need to worry about not being able to do his homework, nor does he need to worry too much about leaving home soon. (You can come back at any time anyway). In addition, learning magic is not learning mathematics. As long as he can survive Snape's hell potions class, his life will still be relaxed and beautiful, and he can help with potions lessons.
r just like he promised, he would come to play with Harry every three days, and often rush to various places in the United States to play with friends - only Harry could play with Peter, and Nina's bones hadn't grown hard yet, so she couldn't Adapted to quick action, the boys could only reluctantly refuse the little girl's request to take her to play with them.
Their first stop was undoubtedly the college. Hank, who failed to propose for the nth time, and who rejected her boyfriend's proposal for the nth time welcomed them. They took a bunch of boys to the mall again, while Alex and Sean had their own Friends need to visit.
Unfortunately or fortunately, John is still in school.
"The holidays are so boring." The thirteen-year-old boy commented, and then he hooked Harry's neck with a wicked smile, "Let's go have some fun? Come on, we can go to Bobby's house in an instant, right? ?Then we can go to a bar or dance club-"
r quickly picked up a few pillows and knocked John down on the sofa, accusing him righteously: "Hey, minors are not allowed in that place. If you want to break the ban, don't lead Harry into trouble!"
——That righteous attitude, as if he had never done anything illegal when he was a teenager.
John flattened his mouth and said, "Don't tell me you haven't been there!"
"I think you have too little homework," Harry stretched out his hand to push up his glasses. He always knew how to deal with troublemakers, "John, have you finished your homework?"
John stiffened.
——That is definitely not the case.
r whistled happily: "You complained to the principal's son at school that the holidays were too boring? Man, you must think you don't have enough homework!"
Less than ten minutes after hearing the news, she learned that John actually wanted to lead her precious nephew into evil. She immediately put down the new homework and sent John to wash chemical equipment for Hank.
"I think she just wants to find a coolie for her boyfriend," John complained after leaving, "Why hasn't she married Professor Hank yet?!"
——I think Hank would also like to know this question.
Harry and Peter thought so at the same time.
All in all, Harry's vacation was spent visiting friends and occasionally reviewing his homework. During the period, he also corresponded with Sirius. The latter told Harry that he had applied to the Ministry of Magic to open a transnational fireplace at Xavier's house. It is said that The procedures are quite cumbersome, but once completed, Harry can freely use the fireplace to travel to England or elsewhere.
Finally, on the penultimate day of the holiday, Harry sent an invitation to go with him to visit Sirius's home, No. 12 Grimmauld Place, England.
