When r searched all over No. 12 Grimmauld Place but couldn't find his little brother, he returned to Xavier's house like the wind, walked around the chess table of Charles and Erik in a familiar way, and said "Hi" Run up under the guidance of Charles.
"You can stop being so anxious," Charles stopped him with a smile. "You can change places with Eric. He is running out of patience. Harry is just taking his friends to watch a movie - or do you want to watch it with them? ? Oh, by the way, could you please carry this up and give it to them?"
r turned back down the stairs like a gust of wind, blinking: "What?"
Charles was holding a large box of donuts and shaking his hands.
"Oh, donuts, Harry's favorite," Peter stretched out his hand to take it, "but he never makes this. Where did you buy them?"
"A visiting gift from the new neighbor - we gave Harry the pudding he made in the morning as a return gift," Erik said casually, "A pair of brothers, the older brother is as strong as a bear."
r: "Oh, okay then—a lot of them are up there, right? Siri asked them to go have dinner."
"I guarantee that a lot of them are on it." Erik said.
r touched his face which was hot due to nervousness, brushed it and went up again.
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"That's not right. The Evil God obviously didn't find the right person. What if he used the staff to defeat Captain America and Iron Man at the beginning? His failure was that he didn't do a good job in intelligence work!"
"But Captain America and Iron Man are not that easy to deal with."
"Nonsense, before Captain America became the best soldier in the United States, he was an honest man with some brains but a very easy to deal with! Iron Man was not even a warrior before he became Iron Man! If the evil god changed his appearance at the beginning, are you sure Can they notice it?"
"Here's the problem - the evil god didn't do that! And that's not in line with his code of conduct!"
"You're not him, you don't know what such a person would think!"
"Oh, so you know that, alfoy?"
"Shut up if you don't understand, granr!"
"Oh my God, you told me to shut up again. Am I not qualified to participate in your discussion?!"
"Come on, you can even confuse the actors of SHIELD Director and Hawkeye!"
Before r even knocked on the door, he overheard the three children's quarrelsome discussion. He almost stopped the car, but fortunately he stretched out his hand to hold the door frame.
"Hi." He poked his head in and said hello, confirming that the three escaped children were here. "How was your movie trip?"
The sofa in the viewing room was messed up. When he asked the question, he was holding up Harry's favorite Star Shield pillow and slapping it hard at it. He stretched out his arms to try to resist, and kept backing away. Unfortunately, Harry was regarded as a He fell off the backrest and was almost crushed into a pie, but judging from the fact that he almost went crazy laughing, no one needed to be saved in this war.
"Very good!" Harry shouted to Peter, "We watched four movies, including a Star Trek movie, and finally there was a little controversy when we reviewed "Avengers"..."
"Yes, for example, who is the most powerful person in the world, Captain America or the evil god Loki?" He panted while trying his best to do something that countless gryfdor first graders couldn't do - beat up Alfoy. He continued, "I really don't understand the meaning of this question! And you, Alfoy, you actually want to help a villain!"
"If the so-called righteous parties are all people like Thor, thank you, I would rather be the villain!" He shouted loudly, "You are biased, granr - oh, you still fight! How dare you treat me so rudely Use violence!”
"It seems that you are very busy - but I still have to ask, Harry. Your godfather asked me what you would like to eat for dinner. He hired some very good chefs. You can choose whether it is a French feast or a Manchurian banquet." Peter rushed. He went over to lift it up and freed Harry, "This is quite strange. You actually left Na there, but you ran home to watch a movie with this thing."
"What do you mean by 'this thing'!" She struggled hard in his hands, "Put me down!"
"It's like how light you are and how happy I am to do this," Peter raised his eyebrows at the little bastard holding Harry down. He never liked this arrogant child, and he often thought of countless things in his mind instantly. In the 'rich young master bullying a well-behaved student' drama, "Wearing so much hairspray - do you know that too much hairspray can easily lead to baldness?"
Harry was almost so angry that he had no choice but to wave him down - otherwise he wouldn't be as good-tempered as he was when he kicked Peter in the stomach.
"You are going back to school tomorrow." Peter always felt that these students were different from the students in his concept. "Don't you need to check your homework? Have you finished your homework?"
He sneered, as if homework was just a word: "I finished my homework in one day yesterday."
He pursed his lips and smiled a little proudly: "I finished writing it on the second day of vacation."
Harry blinked obediently: "I write slowly - but I have finished it long ago. The assignments assigned by the professors are very simple and not difficult."
If another student were here, he would definitely call him a liar - if others don't tell him, the homework assigned by Professor Snape is not so easy to mess with! It's long and difficult to write, and it's forbidden to copy the book. Yet, it's still said to be 'not too difficult'!
However, the people here are all people who can get an A in every subject. After hearing this sentence, they only nodded, not shook their heads.
"It's really simple. If you ask me, it's not as interesting as W's internal research," he said. "I think the professors assigned this kind of homework just to let us review our homework during the holidays."
This sentence completely aroused the interest of the other two people, and the topic suddenly changed from the movie to the bits and pieces in the homework - such as how to write a paper written by a terrible professor to get an 'o', in Do you have any tips on this other than being a little snake?
...But having said that, it is indeed quite unfair to judge public homework by the standards of the top three in grade.
Peter, who has never been to school and does not want to be a top student: "Um...so what do you want to eat at night?"
………………
In the end, they had Chinese food in the evening, because Harry had been reading Chinese recipes recently and was very interested in it, and Siri wanted to pamper him 10,000 times more than Charles. Harry said that he could eat whatever he wanted, and even pressed himself Harry did all the work for his nephew who wanted to eat a French meal.
However, he seemed to be very busy. He accompanied Harry after dinner and then disappeared. Na was sent back to sleep first because he was tired from playing. He was holding a bunch of toys. Harry wondered if it was because he didn't have any toys yet. Girlfriend, so fatherly love is overflowing, otherwise why would they have new toys after they went out for a walk?
Privately, I secretly complained to Harry. During the snacks after dinner, they moved their position back to Xavier's house. They continued to watch the movie. As expected of a race that has never seen a movie, he, like every child, was immediately addicted to this thing. , I have to watch more movies of Life and Death, and when he said this, "Captain America 2" was playing on the screen: "If one day Harry says that he wants to eat the heart of a dragon, maybe he will say yes, no problem, I will behead him right away. dragon--"
"...I don't eat weird things like that." Harry said in embarrassment and poured a cup of tea, "Don't say that."
"Even if Harry says he wants to eat your head, Siri will chop it off and give it to Harry." He hummed and bit into a cookie, "Are you jealous, Alfoy, because your father is not so obedient to you."
"If you keep talking so much -"
Say, "Believe it or not, I've made you speechless—"
"Okay, even though you said that, what can you do?" The threat is not worthy of attention at all now. "Alfoy, you are talking as if you are the 'Slyther heir'. We all know that in fact You can't beat Harry."
Suddenly hearing a new word, Harry didn't react at first.
"What?" He asked the question for him, "What's the 'slyther heir——'"
Harry noticed that his face was actually a little pale, as if this word was a very scary word.
"I...I don't know," he put down his tea cup casually and tilted his head, "What's wrong with this word? Ron told me when he wrote a letter, saying that it is being spread in the school. The recent petrochemical incident is very serious. It's possible that the 'Slyther heir' did it, because it is said that one of the founders of the college once raised a basilisk..."
"Do you know who the last descendant of Slyther is?" He interrupted her directly.
Think about it, think about it some more.
Then she finally remembered, and her face turned just as pale. She turned her head involuntarily and looked at Harry's... forehead.
Harry touched his forehead: "You mean...uh, the Dark Lord?"
To be honest, apart from being an enemy, this person has no demon king-level weight to him - this person
Man is really too far away from his current life.
Don't say anything, but the answer is undoubtedly no need to ask again. Harry had also heard some rumors - some from Ron, some from his senior - such as his friend's father who was once the Dark Lord's right-hand subordinate.
"... Let's change the topic." Harry sighed, knowing that the atmosphere was extremely awkward, "I'm going back to school tomorrow - how are you clearing your luggage -"
"harry!"
r called him downstairs, "There is a kid with freckles on his face and hair like wooden stakes coming to see you! He said he is your classmate!"
"...God, couldn't he just say it was a brown-haired kid who came to see me?"
Harry chuckled at Peter's adjective.
"Classmate? Is there such a person in your college?" Subconsciously, he tried to think of anyone who fit this description.
"Don't be stupid. This is the United States. How could a British classmate come to our door?" Harry sighed, stood up and said, "It's my elementary school classmate - sorry, please leave."
He stomped downstairs and walked to the door. R was leaning against the door with an expression on his face that showed he didn't want to see him. This made Harry feel strange - Peter wasn't a difficult person to get along with. Can you ask him to put on such an expression all of a sudden?
"Are you really Harry's friend? But I haven't heard of you before..." The voice coming from outside the door made Harry immediately recognize who the person was.
This was Cy, a blond girl in his primary school class - this did not match Peter's description, which made him feel even more strange.
"Sorry?" Harry said as he walked towards the door, "Peter, who is looking for me?"
"A bunch of brats!" Peter turned his head and mouthed to him, making a very classic eye-rolling gesture, obviously not interested in this group of kids.
"Harry!" Cy shouted when she saw him, "You - oh, you look so beautiful in this dress!"
Harry looked down at what he was wearing - a dark blue woolen coat. This was a new piece of clothing that Charles bought him this year. The material was warm, the style was simple and beautiful, and it quickly took up a place in his wardrobe. He often takes it out and wears it.
"Thank you." Harry said politely, and his green eyes glanced behind her - behind her, several boys and girls were gathering together, all dressed in children's standard clothes, and they looked like they were going to a party. Standing next to Cy was a brown-haired child with freckles all over his face. This was the child Peter was talking about. Harry remembered that his name was, well, his last name seemed to be Willia, "What do you want?"
"We are going to have a class reunion. Although you are no longer in the same school as us, William said we should call you," Cy said, "But we haven't been able to contact you. Fortunately, William still remembers your home address."
Harry noticed that even as she said this, William's attention remained on him. Harry subconsciously wanted to step back and hide himself behind Peter. Apparently he also felt this and reached out to scoop him up behind him. He rejected the children and said, "No, we have guests today - He cannot accept your invitation."
If it were Harry from the past, he would definitely like this invitation - he has always been a quiet presence in the class, and no one would want to invite him to any party, because he is very powerful and smart, but also very 'weird'.
but now? No.
"Thank you for the invitation," Harry said. "I'm very happy to have this honor to receive the invitation, but unfortunately, I am entertaining my friends. Well, I can't leave them to attend other parties. I wish you all the best." Have fun!”
One of the boys in the group suggested: "You can bring your friends with us - that's what some of us do."
"No," Harry still refused, "They won't be happy - they have to go home soon, and we have to go back to school tomorrow. We can't have too much fun tonight."
"...Have you received my letter?" William suddenly said, "Harry, have you received the letter I sent you?"
There was a child beside him tugging on his sleeve, but he just looked at Harry with a pleading look on his face.
Harry knew why he did such a thing and made such a proposal, but Harry didn't want to pay attention to him at all.
William was one of the friends who alienated him after seeing him use his abilities.
Although this is a normal human reaction, Harry doesn't want to wrong himself - he doesn't need to wrong himself. In short, he doesn't need to talk to them anymore, and he won't interact with them anymore.
So he just shook his head, said nothing, turned around and walked home.
"For Merlin's sake, Harry," a head popped out from the stairs, "Do you still want to watch the movie? You insisted on choosing this one! For your Captain America!"
"I'm coming!" Harry then quickened his pace, and his stiff shoulders relaxed. "I hope you didn't press fast forward!"
He didn't look back.
However, as if on purpose, the pair of gray-blue eyes glanced coldly at William and the group of children, with arrogant and contemptuous eyes. The latter was glanced at as if a snake was slithering under his feet. Same, he hugged his arms tightly.
"God, he is so handsome." Some of the handsome little girls who were obsessed with him didn't feel this way and whispered to each other, "Do you think I can ask his name?"
"Is he really Xavier's friend? That weird good student Xavier?"
"I want his home phone number - do you think it's still too late for me to have a good relationship with Xavier?"
r rolled his eyes for who knows how many times today, stretched out his legs and kicked the door mercilessly - just in time to shut all the children out.
"Oh, don't worry about me, it's windy today."
When Harry looked over, he explained so righteously.
Harry turned back and hugged Peter, because he knew that Peter was venting his anger on him - someone must have told him about this. You know, no one saw him throwing away William's letter.
But what does it matter? In fact, this incident has passed, completely passed, and it has no impact on him at all.
Back then, he was still young, and William and the others were also young. But now that he has grown up, so have they. Things in the past are just like that. Not speaking to each other was just to preserve the last bit of politeness.
Harry was very sad back then, but now Harry is not sad at all.
Because he already has many, many good friends compared to those years ago.
