"Ouch!"
When he fell out of the fireplace, he yelled in pain and did not go any further, so Harry and Harry who were behind him immediately bumped into him. The three children covered their foreheads like Jenga, and sat down after the collision. on the rug in front of the fireplace.
It's not their fault. As soon as they yelled, they bumped into the back of the chair. When the children looked up, they found two adults looking at them around a table, one expressionless, the other smiling but confused.
She screamed excitedly, then covered her mouth in embarrassment, and immediately ran behind Harry - it was so inappropriate to scream in front of an idol! How rude!
"Hey, good afternoon, dad, and uncle Eric."
Harry touched his nose and greeted them guiltily, "I thought you were going out to have fun?"
"Why do you think Jean won't call us back after your accident?" Charles said funny, his attitude was extremely cordial, even though his whole body stiffened under Erik's gaze, "Let me see - I think this That's right, right? I still remember that we should have met each other, so is that the pretty girl hiding behind Harry?"
"Nice to see you again, Mr. Xavier." He greeted dryly, and for some reason he almost stuttered. "I--I mean, you look as energetic as last time."
"Yes, yes! I'm Granger," Harry came out from behind at the same time and glared at her, but she didn't care, she looked like she was about to faint with excitement, "I-I admire you very much, Xavier Professor! My father has been helping me collect information about you, I-"
"Don't be so nervous," Charles said kindly, putting down a chess piece in his hand, "I am Harry's father, and you are Harry's friend. I am very happy to have a little lady like you as a fan, but you don't have to be so nervous - —Speaking of which, Harry, didn’t you go to Sirius’s house as a guest?”
"I want to see a movie," Harry looked around, "Where are Jean and?"
"Back to school - where are Peter and Nina?" Erik said.
Harry then verbally confessed the information he knew - the information he was not supposed to know was also confessed in his father's head, and then he asked tentatively: "So, we can watch the DVD, right?"
"Of course, you can," Charles smiled and touched his son's head, throwing away a dozen worried words. "Don't forget to bring juice and cake to entertain your friends."
"Okay! Come this way," Harry was quite excited since it was the first time he invited his classmates home to play. As he went up the stairs, he pretended to introduce his home in a sophisticated manner, "This is the living room, the second floor. It's my room and my dad's, my aunt's room is also there, and Nina and Uncle Erik's house is next door. You can go there through the corridor on the first floor. The third floor is all guest rooms. Usually no one lives there. Once someone is there, It will be crowded because my father has so many students!"
"Your family is so big!" he said in amazement, "We usually only have two people, wouldn't we be scared to live like this?"
"Oh, how can we not be afraid if the whole family lives in a small room like the Weasley family?" The green-eyed man finally escaped and relaxed. As an aristocratic young master with a rich family, he is very good at this. Someone who has the right to say, "Are you going to use the corner to entertain guests? And too narrow a space will have a bad impact on young children, this is what my mother said!"
It seems that he has some opinions on the Ron family's education.
However, although he cannot support his prejudice, Harry agrees with this point of view: "My father also said the same. He said that children should run around. A wide space can give them a broad mind, and a space that is too narrow and dark can give them a broad mind." It will really have a bad impact on them.”
He snorted in agreement.
"You haven't seen that scene," Harry said. "Every time on Teacher's Day, if we don't go to the school, my father's students will come here in a swarm - even if they line up to come in, this place is still It will be overcrowded. Many people who are very close to my father will come to stay from time to time." He thought for a while and then added easily, "Fortunately, uncle Erik has moved next door now, and their house is the same size. The space will be much easier.”
"Well, anyway, this can still explain one thing - your father is very popular among students." He sighed enviously, "It would be great if I could be his student!"
"You can come to my house often, our fireplace is ready for use," Harry comforted, and then opened the door to a room, "This is my bedroom - there is a complete home theater in the compartment. You can sit here and watch DVDs later."
Charles loves his son very much, but he is also very strict with him in a sense. Harry is not a child who likes watching TV programs, but he loves watching movies, so he has a special partition in his room. , the sofa and coffee table are fully equipped, enough for him to watch a movie with Charles in his free time. The sofa was also specially bought to be large, and it is still very spacious even if the number of people is doubled several times.
But after Harry's eyes got bad from reading, Charles began to limit the number of times he used this cubicle.
A stainless steel bowl floated in after them, containing several washed fruits. Harry reached out and took it.
"Did you use a levitating spell?" He looked at the tray suspiciously.
Harry shook his head: "Oh, I didn't do this." Then he shouted down: "Thank you, Uncle Erik!"
"Your uncle Erik doesn't seem to be as easy to talk to as your father," he shuddered for a moment, thought about it, and then said unwillingly, "but your father is very handsome."
Harry smiled proudly at this sentence - as a person whose whole family has excellent genes, this sentence is already a very heavy compliment.
He didn't know if what he said was appropriate - but he knew what he said was true.
He has never seen anyone like Charles Xavier.
The last time they met was just a glance from afar. A very seductive smiling face automatically jumped into his sight, so he simply and politely commented on his friend's father as handsome. At that time, this Muggle he had never met before The man was the target of Harry's embrace. When everyone in the wizarding world knew what R's father looked like and what his name was, out of curiosity, they wanted to see what 'harryxavier's' father looked like.
Born in an aristocratic family with a wide range of contacts, he has his own way of looking at people, and he also saw some clues from Harry - the person who adopts him must be a Muggle with higher education and a wealthy background, and this Muggle It's obviously not stupid, because Harry is not stupid.
His mother once taught him that some people may look smart, or are really smart, but only a few people know that only those who truly teach a smart heir can be considered truly smart.
charlesxavier is such a smart man.
But what I didn't expect was that Charles Xavier was such a handsome man.
He has brown hair that is not bright enough, yes, but it looks soft and shiny, which goes very well with his fair complexion and blue eyes; he may not have good taste in dressing, such as a Muggle jumper or something, but that doesn't matter , this person's own charm is enough to surpass all the men and women wearing high-end dresses; maybe he can't put on a noble and shocking expression, but so what, when he uses those pairs of eyes, it seems like tens of thousands of stars are sleeping, Lan's incredible, smart and lively eyes look at you. When he nods to you with his contagious and friendly smile, you will inadvertently speed up the beating of your heart, and you will involuntarily want to open your mouth. Open your thin lips and shower this man with countless compliments.
He doesn't even seem to be able to walk normally, but just by sitting in a chair, leaning on the back of the chair casually, playing with a chess piece in his hand, and smiling at you, he has the magical power to capture everything.
Of course, the premise is that you can do better than the man with a cold face opposite him, otherwise you may not even be qualified to be captured by him.
I'm extremely lucky that this friend's adoptive father is a Muggle - such a Muggle will always cause a stir in the wizarding world and in the UK. The scary thing is that he is not an idiot who is superficial. Such a person never It's easy to do, but at the same time, he has a strange sense of déjà vu.
Harry judged that he was very similar to his father.
No, of course it's not about appearance - everyone knows that the great savior, the great golden boy, looks exactly like R. Both his uncle and his godfather can testify - the former was in high spirits and the latter gritted his teeth when testifying - Harry's facial features are undoubtedly Very similar to his parents, so similar that no one could doubt that this American boy who had been missing for ten years was R.
But it's really similar. That smile, that affinity, those exceptionally beautiful eyes and the way they look at people, even the way they play with the chess pieces, the frequency and rhythm of their speech, everything makes them feel that they are similar, so similar that no one can If you doubt their father-son relationship, you can even guess that his father is such a person - a good old man, loves reading, occasionally threatens people, and has no shortage of bad ideas. He doesn't have any very ambitious goals, but he is extremely popular.
Even though they are not related in any way, they are still eerily similar.
"?" Harry waved his hand in front of him before he came back to his senses. After seeing a face that was very close to him, his heart beat faster for no reason, and he stepped back a few times as if his fingers touched a flame. step.
"What!" he said fiercely.
"Can you help pull down the curtains?" Harry pointed to the window in the room, "It's too bright for watching a movie."
"Why do you want me? OK, I'll go!" He swallowed the half-hearted refusal after seeing the pointed look. He stood up with a loud voice and ran to the balcony. He reached out and pulled the curtain to close it.
Then at this moment, he looked like he had seen a ghost.
"Hi, Malfoy?"
The brown-haired gryffindor girl sat on the armchair on the balcony and waved to him.
He turned around with his eyes almost popping out of his head - but the identical brown-haired girl was sitting on the sofa in front of the home theater without even looking back. Everything was the same as when he left, except
One person is missing.
Keeping the look of seeing a ghost, he opened his mouth to say something but couldn't say anything for a long time. He stretched out his arm and pointed tremblingly at the balcony, then turned his body so that his finger pointed at another .
"Merlin, how did you do it!!! You can't have Polyjuice Potion!!"
He opened his mouth, stunned, and remained silent for a full thirty seconds before letting out his high-pitched scream, "Harry Xavier!!! You are playing tricks on me!! With Granger! Change back! This one!" It’s enough for the world to have one know-it-all! Do you want hogwarts to become hell!!”
"Hahahahaha!!!"
The two girls finally laughed together, the same crisp laughter like a duet. The two people bent over, even their movements were exactly the same, and there was no difference in their hair. Even at this moment, they couldn't identify who they were. It wasn't until the one on the balcony couldn't maintain his shape due to laughter that the female duet became Male and female duo.
Just like this, he watched helplessly as the brown-haired girl on the balcony opened a layer of blue scales from her head and turned into the familiar green-eyed boy like she shed her skin.
"Hi?" Harry laughed so hard that he almost burst into tears. He still maintained the same posture as before and waved his hand.
"Hey you!!!!"
He growled through gritted teeth.
He tried his best to make the most scary expression, but it was useless. Harry only laughed harder. She even shouted while laughing: "We should use a camera! I can recall Malfoy's expression just now for ten years!!" "
"Shut up grangharryxavier!!!!"
"Don't be like this, look, this way you don't have to look in the mirror!"
The boy who looked like a mirror with the platinum boy blinked, and if the smile on his face was seen by people in the school, one can imagine how many new members Malfoy would have in his fan club, but he was wearing a Gryffindor women's school uniform. It was cool under the skirt.
Now I really hate the holiday regulations issued by the Ministry of Magic - why! Right now he! On hand! No wand! ! !
He wanted to kill the know-it-all who was watching the fun first, and then he would kill Harry Xavier, the bastard! ! !
"Don't be like me! No! I won't allow it! Change back!!!! Ahhh, don't laugh!!!"
The crazy laughter in the room reached downstairs, and the two adults playing chess couldn't help but look up from the ceiling.
"What are they playing at?" Charles asked with great interest, "I have never seen Harry smile like this - and I have never seen anyone be so angry with Harry. It feels amazing!"
"This shows that your son is a good student," Erik put down a chess piece, frowned and thought about the next step, and said casually, "I see Hank getting angry with someone every day, and your sister, her temper is getting worse and worse. It’s bigger.”
"Don't say that," Charles said disapprovingly, "It's just a stubborn temper, not a big temper."
"You can say this to your students."
Sitting on Harry's left with a stinky face, it was as if someone owed him a hundred thousand galleons.
Harry sat on his right, and on his right was smiling with his face flushed.
"Polyjuice Potion?"
Squeeze out a word through your teeth.
"No, I can't get all the materials - I'm serious."
"Illusion Curse?"
"You know the Disillusionment Curse can't have this effect." Harry replied softly and tolerantly, as if he was comforting a child.
"That's the hallucinogenic potion!"
Strictly speaking.
"That's a sixth grade course!" I couldn't help but remind him, "Do you really think we can do it? Don't be stupid Malfoy!"
"Then do you know what this is!" He retorted harshly, "If Harry didn't tell you, do you know what this is, Granger!"
"So that's why I want to take you home to watch a movie." Harry suppressed a friend who was about to jump up. "Can you watch a movie first?"
He waved his hand, and the remote control automatically started moving. The LCD screen of the TV suddenly opened. The glass door of the cabinet next to him opened obediently. A disc floated out, and he lay in the disc player. At the same time, several palm-sized soldier models floated out and stood on the table.
"What is this?" he asked with his lips curled up, pointing at a big green monster casually, "A troll? A mutant? It looks a little bit like a human being - I now believe in the possibility of a giant monster hybrid with a human being. Sex."
At this moment, Harry really wanted to pick something up and slap the back of his head.
"This is Hulk," he said with emphasis. "He is a superhero! He is a member of the Avengers, a warrior who maintains the security of the world!"
"Oh, my cousin also has one." He was obviously focused on studying and not very fond of playing, so she didn't recognize many of the soldiers on the table. "I know this one, he is Captain America, and this one must be Iron Man. Is this Hawkeye?"
"Yes, he is." Harry said with a smile.
"I like this," he pointed at a soldier on the table and reluctantly joined the conversation, "His dressing sense is not bad - but what a weird helmet is that!!"
After Harry and Zai saw who it was, they became strangely silent.
This soldier holds a scepter inlaid with blue plastic gems in his hand. His black hair is combed back - yes, just the same - his golden helmet has two huge curved horns. He is young and handsome. There is an evil smile on his face. Don't even mention other things about this man. Just the curve of the corner of his mouth and the green eyes make his ambition and identity clear at a glance.
"This is the evil god Loki, right?" Ji Xiu whispered, "He is a very bad villain, right? If I remember correctly?"
If she remembered correctly, he was a bad guy, and he seemed to be a ruthless villain! This is what her cousin said, this villain will not show mercy even when facing his own brother!
Harry twitched his lips: "Yes, he is. Maybe he likes his slytherin-like dark green long coat?"
He casually picked up the remote control and decided to keep this problem in his heart: "Look - the movie is starting to show. The Avengers is my favorite movie recently -"
Question: "What are the Avengers? What did you open?"
Harry pointed at the pile of soldiers: "I turned on the TV. It's like a non-magical crystal ball. These are the soldiers I bought on the table. That's why I took them out - I You have to know who the actors are playing. And this Avengers story is about them!”
When he said this, his face was a little tangled.
"By the way, this one has your favorite Loki."
Then he asked a question that Harry didn't want to answer.
"Who is he? He holds a staff. Is he a wizard? Is he powerful?"
Harry smiled at him and placed the popcorn he had just made downstairs and what he took out of the refrigerator in front of him.
"Well, he's a magician - he's very powerful, very powerful, he's a god, an alien god."
He looked satisfied, as if he was satisfied that his relatively favorite character was so cool: "Sounds good."
Don't look away, you almost hurt yourself internally from laughing. Harry suppressed his crazy smile, pointed at the screen and said, "Look, it's started!"
A clear picture appeared on the screen, and countless comic pages were flipped and scrolled, which immediately attracted everyone's attention——
——Soon, it finally became quiet here because the movie started.
Boom, boom, boom.
Boom, boom, boom!
When there was a loud knock on the door, Charles and Erik had just finished playing a game of chess. The former smiled and instructed the latter: "Open the door, Erik."
"Do you know who's out there?"
"You know I don't want to do this, right? I prefer the former between looking at it and thinking about it."
Erik had no choice but to get up and open the door.
"Hi there! New neighbor!"
There was a big stupid guy with blond hair standing outside the door. Erik thought as he opened the door.
Standing outside the door was a very tall blond young man. He wore a hat that covered almost all of his blond hair, and although he looked very suspicious, he cast a friendly gaze from under a pair of large sunglasses.
"My brother and I just moved next door, and I heard from my friends that when we go to a new place, we have to visit the neighbors." He raised the snack box in his hand, and the smile was too enthusiastic in Erik's eyes, "This is, Well, what do you say? Yes, a visiting gift!"
"Erik? Who is here?" Charles's voice came from indoors, and then Erik saw him pushing a wheelchair out, "Oh, I haven't seen you before. I think you are a new neighbor?"
"Yes, that's right," the young man said happily, touching his newly shaved chin, "I hope I can get along with you happily in the future - to be honest, my brother has a bad temper," he shrugged. “But that’s okay – it’s like he’s willing to put down his books and go out!”
