Narcissamalfoy is a very, very qualified mother.
This is reflected in many aspects, such as a gentle and attentive temperament, just the right decisiveness, a craftsmanship that can always satisfy her picky son, and a complete understanding of her son.
Just like now.
"Why don't you act happy?" she suggested to her son. "Putting a straight face won't make Harry happy when he sees you - if that's not what you want to do to him."
I was cutting the dessert on the plate when I heard this and twitched my lips: "I didn't, mom - and does that guy deserve my smile? He did that to me!"
His father was sitting aside and reading today's Daily Prophet. He was a little dissatisfied when he heard this sentence: "You are going to be a guest of a pure-blood family with a long history. Even if the person who invites you is not the head of the family, you should You shouldn't treat a friend who invites you like this out of kindness. Where are your etiquette?"
"Oh come on, father, he doesn't do that at all-" he complained dissatisfiedly.
"Is this the way you talk to me?" Lucius said sternly, twitching the corner of his mouth just like his son.
Realizing that his father's mood was not very easy to understand, he lowered his head, and immediately put on a gesture of admitting his mistake - it was just an attitude.
"I'm sorry, Father."
"What you need to know is that your uncle has no son, and your friend is his only heir." Lucius taught his son slowly, "Even if he is your friend, he is a well-known 'hero' , an heir to the same ancient surname, for this reason you should not go to an appointment with such an expression."
Narcissa sighed in her heart - Lucius did not understand his son's heart. As a mother who cares about her son, how could she not realize that there was a hidden excitement before this day came? She kept a straight face and complained about her friends. Yes, such an attitude could easily be misunderstood by outsiders. Unfortunately, Narcissa was not an outsider. The moment her son received the invitation, his whole face lit up. How could she? If she missed such a small detail, how could she mistakenly think that her baby was not in a good mood to visit her friend's house?
Not only was it 'not unhappy', he was extremely happy, but because he had been looking forward to it for too long, his gesture was just too much. Her reminder was just a reminder.
Think about it, she has also heard about the youngest son of the family, and it’s not like she has never seen the girl Pansy. These two plus one, the three of them together can’t handle one person. It’s definitely not that the first three are too weak, but that the last three are too weak. It's too difficult to conquer alone.
And this person actually has a better temper than anyone else, and Narcissa knows better than anyone how far fame and praise can spoil a person's temper.
But that child didn't. Harry——Harry Xavier is not like any other child. He and Narcissa are far from the image of the savior imagined by others.
A person who is not bad in ability but has a good temper may not always be good-tempered. Narcissa has heard some things about the savior. Although they were all spoken or complained, she was still sensitive to some things. .
In front of this savior, this cousin's godson, all the first-year students of the same age, including, are a little naive.
"If your meal is over, why not go to your room and pack some knick-knacks," Narcissa said with a smile on her lips, "Don't you have a lot to say to Harry? You two haven't communicated for a week."
He said harshly: "I don't have that much to say with him! He is always angry with me! And he doesn't even write to me!"
"You didn't take the initiative to send him a letter," Narcissa looked at her son's face slowly turning red, and said with a chuckle, "Go ahead and get ready - I believe you are not the only one he invited. You are going to Sirius's house, but it is always right to be more prepared."
He felt sick to his stomach when he heard the word uncle - other children could go to his uncle's house and still receive some care, but his uncle was the only one who was simply a traitor to the pure-blood circle, no, he was already a traitor.
He firmly believed that if he and Harry had a dispute at Buck's house, he would definitely be the one to suffer - who knew that in Sirius Buck's heart, Harry Xavier was a hundred times more important than Malfoy?
Harry Xavier, who was a hundred times more important than Sirius's nephew, was being counted.
Before that, relevant wizards from the United States came to visit - yes, there are wizards in the United States. Regarding the issue of school registration and household registration, Harry also went to ask them before - after confirming and getting the consent of the owner of the fireplace, The fireplace at Xavier's house was finally transformed into a magical vehicle that made Hank want to circle around it three times to see what happened.
"What is the principle of this? Does this involve space science? Will it break down transport molecules? Or is there other molecular-like units in this world? Please, this is too puzzling!"
Hank pestered the American wizards and asked them repeatedly, and the people who asked them smiled bitterly. Finally, he kicked his boyfriend and knocked him to the ground. The staff was also very smart. After smiling gratefully, he took the time to phantom away. Lost.
As if he didn't see Hank harassing the staff, Charles was arranging his son's hat with a smile.
"This is the first time you have a small party with your classmates. Did you have trouble sleeping last night?" he asked Harry.
"Well, maybe a little?" Harry lowered his head, allowing Charles to pull down the furry white hat with reindeer antlers. His smile could not be suppressed. "It feels like vacation is good, but school is more fun. of."
This can be considered a few truths that I learned after becoming a student - playing alone at home is very boring.
For Harry, although the situation has changed somewhat - he has many mutant friends and he can visit them immediately - but after nearly half a month of vacation, he really misses and, especially the former, maybe He had developed a habit of listening to his words every day. Harry suddenly felt that something was missing after his ears cleared for a long time.
The double-sided mirror that was delivered never responded. Since Harry didn't know how to use it, he just put it aside. Therefore, after careful calculation, it turned out that it had been almost ten days since he had been cut off from contact. I heard about it when I called Harry. In this matter, it is naive and arrogant to criticize with disdain.
But there was nothing we could do about it - there wasn't even a phone at home, and Harry didn't have an owl and refused to contact him unilaterally. How could Harry contact him?
Thinking of the overwhelming complaints he would receive, Harry couldn't help laughing again.
"What are you laughing at? Are you so happy to see your classmates?" Sitting on the sofa next to him, he was flipping through a magazine. Although Harry didn't plan to take many people with him this time, due to a common love for motorcycles His love was the one specially named and invited by Sirius, so he was let go after being told by his brother on the phone early in the morning, "Speaking of which, your classmate is also waving that ridiculous little stick?"
"Every wizard has to wave a wand, don't call it a stick," Harry turned around and said, "If you say anything that hurts the wizard's self-esteem, I will not be responsible for saving you - He is not as easy to talk to as me." He deliberately said He warned with a straight face, but he didn't know that his current appearance wearing a reindeer hat would only make him cuter.
All in all, it was not a deterrent at all.
r has become very responsible recently. After clumsily tying Nina's pigtails, he took out the magazine in his hand as he passed by the sofa. Within half a second, he unbuttoned it and put it on his head, letting him hold it like a penis. It looks funny with a melon rind on it.
"Hey!" he protested, "Why are you everywhere! Peter, you can't do this, Harry is not your cub waiting to be fed!"
r made a face at him and ran away quickly. Harry couldn't help but smile looking at the angry face.
"Then let me reiterate how to use Floo powder." Harry coughed a few times, "First grab the Floo powder, and then read the place name loudly and accurately - it must be very accurate, yes, if you think your accent is wrong, just Practice quickly! I'll leave first, then Peter will come with Nina in his arms, and then Jean and Jean, okay?"
"No problem." Jean nodded. She had her hair restyled during Christmas, and now she looks beautiful, mature and generous. "Don't worry - I will keep an eye on him."
"That's no problem," Chong Jean raised the cup, "As long as you are willing and do my homework!"
"Oh my God, haven't you finished your homework?" Sean appeared behind the sofa with an apple in his mouth. After going out to find a girlfriend but failed, he came to the professor for comfort. Now he was gloating to death, " Today is the last day, you better pray that Hank falls ill in bed tomorrow."
"I can bring back a magic gadget to bribe him, right?" Smiled slyly.
"Ahem, allow me to remind you, I'm still here." Charles said with a smile. Erik brought a tray of tea from the kitchen and glanced at everyone with a stern look, especially resting on Sean for a long time. It just meant not to set a bad example.
Sean raised his hand: "Okay, okay, Erik, don't look at me like this - I'm warning you not to threaten me. Even if you push me down from a high altitude again, I can still survive!"
"Why were you pushed down from a high altitude?" asked.
"Ask him!" Sean pointed at Erik with a bitter look on his face, and the latter said unmoved: "You can only fly because of the push I gave you."
"Fart, I obviously flew up on my own back then!" Sean refused to admit that he was so frightened that he screamed and flew up. "Don't ruin my image!"
"Come on," Harry pretended that he didn't hear Sean's howl. He put a small pink bag on Nina's back, "Put this on your back. Just follow Peter and don't run around. Do you understand?"
"Yeah." The little girl nodded, "Then will you wait for me in front, Harry?"
"I'm waiting for you in front." Harry fixed her bangs and said with a smile, "I will introduce my friends to you this time. You will definitely like them."
After saying that, he led Nina to the fireplace and immediately appeared beside them, took the little girl's hand and picked her up. Nina also hugged Peter's neck.
"Then, let me remind you again," Charles, who had obviously communicated with Sirius first, said gently, "this time, Sirius is not the only one who is here as a guest, and I also heard that there are people in the ancient family. There are portraits of ancestors, so to be on the safe side, don’t abuse your power, don’t judge casually, and at the same time, greet Sirius’s ancestors properly. This is etiquette, especially for you, even if there are any bad remarks about their family’s portraits , and don't provoke them." He said half warning and half joking, "I heard, you are a little overprotective of Harry."
r stuck out his tongue: "I'll try my best - I mean what I said, Charles."
"Jean, good girl, help me take care of them," Charles told his protégé, "By the way, have fun."
"Don't worry, Professor." Jean pursed her lips and smiled. She glanced at Erik and then looked at Charles again, "I wish you all a good time."
She made a mouth-sync of 'a world for two', and Charles was amused: "Believe me, I didn't send the children away as guests because of this."
Jean only smiled and said nothing, and then waved to him, indicating that it was time for him to set off.
"Oh, I really want to go with you," Sean said. "An old wizarding family! Do they live in a castle? Do they have a stew pot? Do you want to bring a camera? I want to see photos!"
"I'm a guest, not a visitor." Harry refused, and then stood in the widened and taller fireplace. He clicked on the box of floo powder that Sirius had sent over, and the powder flew a little into the fireplace. Before that, He read the place name clearly:
"Twelve Grimmauld Place!"
There was a boom, and everyone watched as bright green flames suddenly rose up and engulfed the boy. When the flames disappeared, the boy was gone.
"This method really tests the heart."
r covered his heart, his eyes widened, "I'm going to have a heart attack."
"Okay, let's go!" said.
R shrugged, saluted her, and then carried Nina into the fireplace. The little girl, who kept looking at where Harry had gone, grabbed a handful of Floo powder.
"Harry was eaten by the fireplace! Burnt by the flames! He's gone!" she complained with tears in her eyes.
"He didn't, sweetheart, we'll see him soon, and then we can start our adventure -" Peter said, taking the handful of Floo powder she was holding, thinking about the fairy tale book the little girl was reading. Isn’t it so scary, “Number Twelve Grimmauld Place!”
It seems that things that actually eat people are not just fireplaces or monsters.
At least when Harry stumbled out of the fireplace and choked and coughed, he saw a very strange scene - like a girl, tugging at the hem of her wizard robe, she was looking at a book on the ground with an angry look on her face. And Zheng was calmly drinking tea next to him.
A book with teeth.
A book with teeth, chewing some rags in its mouth, and roaring.
Well, it’s a book that probably won’t eat people. Harry commented, after all, the book didn't seem to have a digestive system.
"harry!"
Before he could react, Harry was hugged by Sirius. He seemed to have been waiting here for a long time, because Harry heard his godfather say loudly, "Merlin, this time it's finally you!"
"You seem to be very dissatisfied with my early arrival, uncle!" he said through gritted teeth. Harry found that he didn't comb his hair today, which made his blond hair very soft and loose. "You have to figure out who is you." Blood relatives!"
"Come on, if you really want to say it, Harry is still my dear cousin." Sirius waved his hand, put his big hand on Harry's shoulders, laughed and asked him to leave the fireplace, "Merlin's Christmas, what's your hat?" Did Charles buy it for you? It's quite cute. It reminds me of your father. We call him Prongs. Do you know why? He also has a pair of antlers, but not as cute as you!"
She was sitting peacefully in her seat - she touched the spine of the book, and the book settled peacefully - when she heard this sentence, she said in surprise: "Harry's father is Prongs?! I'm in Fred They saw this name on their Marauder's Map!"
"That's us!" Sirius said with excitement, "Padfoot is me, have you noticed? Because you have all seen my Animagus form! I thought the picture was lost, but you actually found it. it?"
Nodding: "Then they gave this to you Neville - oh my god, that means this thing should belong to Harry!"
"Excuse me, have you noticed that some people don't understand what you are saying?" After speaking expressionlessly, his eyes moved to Harry, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out, "Harry Xavier, you don't have anything to say?"
"Yes." Harry raised a smile and hugged him. He opened his arms and hugged him again, like a bad face that he didn't see. "I think you should give me a hug - we haven't seen each other for two weeks. Oh! I miss you so much!"
Sirius looked like he had swallowed a fly. When he saw that his nephew still had a bad face, he immediately wanted to blow his beard and glare and say something, but was stopped: "Don't go, Sirius," she reminded in a low voice, "Harry You're always good at this, don't get involved! Malfoy won't have a temper any day!"
Sure enough, after Harry finished speaking, his expression softened after being stiff for a moment, and most of his temper was dissipated as if it was full of energy but hit on cotton.
He stretched out his hand to hug me back with a reluctant look, but quickly said, "You actually didn't write to me!"
"What can I do if you don't write to me? I don't have an owl!" Harry couldn't laugh or cry. "I even mailed out my Christmas gifts in advance!"
"You have a connection with Granger," he pointed, and the latter rolled his eyes, "She doesn't have an owl either!"
"Yes, but we have a phone at home!" he said forcefully, "so you totally deserve it!"
At this time, there was another roar of green flames in the fireplace, and Harry and Harry walked out while coughing.
"Hey, I think this needs to be improved. It's too uncomfortable for you wizards to visit each other -" Peter put down Nina, who quickly threw herself into Harry's arms, "-Oh my God."
He turned his neck to look at where he was standing.
"How should I put it? Unexpected?"
While Sirius looked at Harry comforting Nina with a pleased look, he replied to Peter: "Are you satisfied with what you saw? You look like the inspector sent by Charles." He joked.
"It's okay?" Peter touched his chin and said, "But it doesn't feel very bright - this place must be great for filming movies!"
"I think so too," Sirius said with a smile, "Where is it? Why hasn't my young friend arrived yet? I still have some cars to show him-"
With a bang, the flames rose again and Jean walked out of it.
"We're at the right place, right? - Good morning Sirius," said, "Jean said my pronunciation was wrong when we came here, but I think there's something wrong with her pronunciation too!"
"Obviously I'm right." Jean flipped up his long red hair nonchalantly and nodded to Sirius: "Thank you for the invitation, Mr. Bck."
"Beautiful ladies, you're always welcome!" Sirius waved his hand and glanced with a smile, "Look, you are the only one with a beautiful woman here. You will have to be last in line for the test drive later."
"What did you create again?" He looked surprised, "Is it the one you told me about last time?"
"A Porsche that can fly and has stealth capabilities," Sirius said, waving his hand at his new young friend, "It feels great to fly freely in the sky."
Harry swallowed, feeling that today was destined not to be a peaceful day. The people beside him looked at a bunch of strangers with long faces.
"Who are they?" he asked Harry.
"My friend," Harry thought for a while and decided to warn him, "is also my father's student."
"Muggle?" his voice rose several octaves, as if he couldn't believe it, "You actually -"
"——Let me see, what do you want to say?" Harry raised the second-hand wand with a smile and pointed it at it.
"Merlin, this is not your wand!" Naturally, he knew what a second-hand wand meant, and immediately stiffened. He looked at the wand pointed at the tip of his nose, and swallowed his complaint knowingly, "Who gave you - Oh Merlin, I knew it, it must be my cousin! Why does he buy you everything!"
He was looking at the 'students of the great Professor Xavier' with curious eyes, but then he turned to Sirius and said, "Look, I told you, Harry is very good at this!"
Sirius raised his eyebrows: "I can see it - it looks like my sister should buy me a drink, because my dear godson will help her discipline her son to be less annoying."
He nodded sympathetically.
No. 12 Grimmauld Place was a mansion beyond Harry's imagination - he had heard that the home was a very large manor, and had also heard rumors that pure-blood families were quite wealthy, so he always thought Bck's house was probably as big as Xavier's castle, which was used as a school, and was very luxuriously decorated. He didn't expect that he would see such a house that had a very British flavor, but was very depressing.
It has a gloomy tone, and the furniture is luxurious but old-fashioned. The wallpaper, hanging curtains, and some paintings have all faded, giving off a gray-black tone as a whole. There are also stains scraped from nowhere in the corridor. Gloomy wind.
Harry thought to himself that no wonder Sirius wanted to leave home. This place really didn't bring a good mood to people.
However, I wonder what it was like ten or twenty years ago?
Unfortunately, Sirius didn't seem to want to restore this place to its original state. His only focus now was his godson.
"I know that your friends all have some special abilities," Sirius said softly to Harry when he was preparing to lead everyone around. "I also found some information and learned some basic things, although I still don't quite understand what it is. But considering this, I didn’t invite anyone else to come. Moony Face will be here soon, and you should also pay attention, Harry, to these things - don’t leak these things to your classmates easily."
When he warned in such a deep voice, he looked very much like an elder - less emotional, less crazy, his reason seemed to be working, and he was quite thoughtful, and he didn't seem to care at all that his godson was different from a wizard. special power.
Harry nodded to him gratefully. He knew that Sirius would never hurt him, so he spoke in his head: "Thank you, Sirius."
Sirius was a little surprised by the way he expressed this sentence, but then his expression returned to normal, and he loudly called to the people who were visiting the living room in the back: "Do you want to see other places?"
He patted Harry's head, "I also prepared a room for you. There are some things in it that I think you will be interested in. Oh yes, I also prepared a gift for Nina. Do you want to see it? Speaking of which, you really Don’t you want an owl?”
"No." Harry whispered, winking slyly, "This way I can at least have some peace and quiet during the holidays."
Sirius was amused by this answer.
"Very annoying, right? I really don't know who he looks like. Neither my sister nor that old dog Lucius is as annoying as him."
"It's okay," Harry looked at the people who were admiring the BC family tree in the back, "It's just that, um, I need to take a break once in a while. In fact, he is a very good person. You can't have a problem with Sirius just because of his family."
I don't know how the gryffindors who have been troubled all over the school will react when they hear his words. Anyway, Sirius's feelings are a bit sad - is his godson too kind?
It’s not a virtue to think that everyone is a good person!
"He's just spoiled -" mid-sentence, Sirius suddenly heard a piercing scream from downstairs. He immediately cursed secretly and rushed downstairs.
"What the hell, Moon Face, why doesn't he go to the fireplace?!"
Sirius rushed down, Harry was frightened and Nina staggered. After walking a few steps forward, he realized that this was actually the second floor. A long and narrow staircase led to the downstairs, and there was a sign on the wall next to the staircase.
harry：
"Don't look, don't look." He suppressed his nausea and said, covering the little girl's eyes with his hands. He also felt dizzy and didn't know what to say. The soprano downstairs - he finally heard that it was The soprano came up—it stopped suddenly, which made him feel better.
"What are you doing? Wait, why is your face so white?" He walked over slowly and looked at Harry who had turned pale inexplicably. He glanced at the stairs and showed an expression that he didn't quite understand, "Are you afraid of that?" First in line?"
"The head of the queue? What kind of adjective is that-"
R rushed out from behind, frowned and patted Harry's face, "Are you okay, Harry?"
"Fortunately," Harry took a deep breath, "Peter, keep an eye on Nina and don't let her look at the one below." He pointed to the head of the row.
Yes, a row of heads.
There are a row of heads hanging on the wall of the stairs leading from the first floor to the second floor.
"Isn't it just a row of house-elf heads," scoffed, although there was also a look of disgust on his face, "are you scared to death?"
"I don't know, maybe I'm not afraid, but I just feel uncomfortable." Harry said, "It gives me a very special feeling. I'm not afraid of it, but it does make me feel uncomfortable."
He was chatting eagerly with Jean when he heard the sound and ran over from behind to take a look. After just one look, he took a few steps back in disgust.
"Oh my God," she said, "what kind of person would hang a row of heads there - or the heads of house elves?"
"I told you not to ring the doorbell - it would wake up my mother!" Sirius's complaining voice came closer and closer from where it was probably the door, "Her screams are murderous!"
Suddenly, his voice became stern.
"What are you doing here! I told you not to show up in front of others!"
"My mother said there is one last house elf here," he said to Harry. "There is only one house elf in the bck family now, but it seems to listen to my mother more," he gloated, "because of you The godfather has long been expelled from the family.”
"What is that?" Jean asked, and Harry heard a mumbling voice coming from the corner downstairs.
The voice was unpleasant, old and incredibly strange, sounding like a frog learning to speak English.
"Oh, if my mistress knew, how she would scream with these men trampling on the floor of her house, there is a new boy here, and he has brought some stupid and mean things with him. The muggle kreacher didn't know his name, didn't know his purpose, what was he doing here? kreacher didn't know. But he stood with the distinguished young master malfoy, kreacher couldn't be rude to him, yes, oh respectable Miss Cisy, it was she who rescued the last drop of the mistress’s rebellious blood and sent Master Malfoy.”
Jean frowned before Harry did. Since she was not yet able to control her mind-reading ability well and would unconsciously read some superficial information, Harry believed that she had read something.
"Harry." She said.
"Yes?" Harry said.
"It's best not to keep that house elf." Jean said with a tight face, "It doesn't show any kindness to your godfather at all. It only obeys his orders because of magic."
She sighed.
"It's very pitiful," she said incomprehensibly, "if it weren't for the fact that I really don't want to say it. But it would be better not to stay with your godfather. Even if it is very, very loyal and pitiful."
