Perhaps it was because the UK was really not suitable for Harry. After a night of sneezing and fever, he lay in bed like a ball of mud and was asked to take leave by a group of senior students who sympathized with him.
"You're so embarrassed."
Holding his schoolbag, he stood next to Harry's bed with disdain, shaking his head in a pretentious manner, and said in a gloating tone, as if he would lose a piece of meat if he didn't do this.
"Just by staying with the ghost for a few more seconds, you managed to make yourself sick in bed. You are really capable - are you really so afraid of the cold? Granr is stronger than you."
Harry smothered himself in the quilt and said nothing. He doesn't want to talk at all now, let alone talk to anyone. His whole body is hot and aching, and his head is dizzy. The only thing he wants to do is to sleep through the whole winter. It's best to wake up to the spring season. , so that he no longer has to wrap himself up like a ball.
But he refused to let him sleep well, and even pulled his quilt: "Do you want to suffocate yourself to death?"
After the quilt was pulled, Harry felt the cold wind blowing into the warm quilt: "..."
Hearing that his junior fellow student fell ill in bed, Zhang Qiu hurriedly brought home-made cold medicine: "..."
I really want to ask him out, what should I do?
"...Let me sleep." Harry continued to pull the quilt up, his voice became hoarse, and his muffled voice sounded extremely uncomfortable, "Don't you have to go to class?"
"It's already eleven o'clock in the morning," he let go of the hand holding the quilt, and saw Harry's flushed face, he felt a little guilty, "Okay, then you can go to bed - you need me to bring you something to eat at noon. Of?"
For the pampered young master, it was considered considerate to ask such a question.
Harry really wanted to shake his head like a rattle and say no, but unfortunately Zhang Qiu spoke first: "He needs to drink medicine first."
Harry on the bed covered his face with the quilt in pain.
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"I think I'm going to die." Harry yawned and said, his ears constantly spewing steam like a steam engine. He had at least two layers of quilts on him, but his hands and feet were still cold. He huddled up and his eyes were blurry with tears. He looked like the most miserable sick person in the world.
Trying hard to become ruthless: "Even if you want to see Merlin next second, you still have to drink this bottle of medicine."
When I came to this room, I saw such a strange scene - Harry wrapped himself in a quilt like a ball like a five-year-old child, strange steam was constantly spraying from his ears, and he looked like a doting grandma. , trying to put on a stern face to scare his grandson into eating. Maybe it was because Harry, who had to take medicine due to his lack of power, was unwilling to drink the remaining half of the bottle of potion no matter what.
She originally wanted to go in immediately, but unfortunately she cherished this scene too much. She immediately stopped and stood by the door observing everything in the room with great interest.
As the son of Charles Xavier, Harry has all the commendable virtues. However, unfortunately, as the only son in the family, his temper is not as good as he usually seems, and he also has the characteristics of only children who are spoiled to death. Small problem - willful, extremely willful, and very good at looking for opportunities. In other words, if there is not enough deterrence, you can't force him to do anything.
"Is there something wrong with you? You just drink a bottle of cold potion, but you don't like drinking it." He put down the potion bottle angrily, "This is something sent by your senior sister, you won't do it." I think it was poisoned."
"Did you see my ears?" Harry's voice sounded like a broken drumhead, which sounded uninspiring, "I think what I need to take are cold capsules, not something that makes me... become like a steam engine. Something! And it tastes so bad!”
"How old are you," he said impatiently, "This is just a bottle of medicine! Do you still expect it to taste like sweet strawberry!"
"Why can't it be strawberry flavor? I have a dozen fruit-flavored pills in my drawer at home!"
He really wanted to drop the bottle and run away - even though his uncle fooled him and said that Harry was fine, he really doubted whether that dark magic instrument had damaged Harry's brain.
"This is Hogwarts, not your home!" He simply knelt on the bed with one leg, stretched out his hand to pull Harry's collar, and tried to turn his head away, "I just - can't - believe it! The great Harry - r, the savior star, can’t even drink a bottle of cold potion!”
Harry turned his back hard and said in a serious tone: "I'm Harry - Xavier! Of course I can't even drink a bottle of cold medicine! And what I need is aspirin!"
Look, look, he has learned how to yell!
"...Oh my God," said Harry, "I can't believe my eyes - I think I'm seeing two pampered children! Not one! Although, well, the after-effects of the potion are a bit scary. , but I think you still need to take medicine. Besides, Alfoy, I have to say that your method is not very good. If you do this, he will only be more energetic——"
"Since you have such objections, how about you stop talking nonsense and take the medicine bottle from my hand?" He said angrily, feeling like an idiot for chasing his friend to take medicine. "Use your know-how to solve it." This! Does the book tell you what to do if you meet a willful Harry Xavier?"
"You should tell him properly," she said, feeling a little sympathetic to him, and walked quickly to Harry's bedside, "And you, Harry, listen, you can only get better after drinking the potion - do you still want to continue asking for leave? ?You will miss more classes this way!"
"Let him go - so that he can fall out of the top three in grade, great!" said sarcastically.
Harry shrank himself deeper into the quilt and declared loudly:
"I don't care - I need aspirin and sleep! Why isn't it summer? I feel like I'm going to die from the cold!"
"Why, you sound aggrieved." She looked at him as if she were looking at something strange. "Excuse me, is it winter? Are you aggrieved? An Alfoy! I personally feed you medicine! And you still live and die without giving me any face?" I only drank half the bottle! What else are you dissatisfied with! Because you said you were afraid of the cold, I even found my own warm clothes for you!"
"I'm not satisfied with anything," Harry said. "My head hurts so much and I feel so dizzy. I want to sleep. I don't want to do my homework or go to class. No one can get me out of bed."
Commenting on such useless words in a cool tone: "Thank you for speaking, you might as well not wake up."
After saying that, he whipped out his wand and pointed it at Harry: "Total stone...my wand!!!"
He watched in shock as the wand in his hand flew out of his hand and flew into Harry's quilt, and the black-haired boy's weak but somewhat proud voice came from the quilt.
"Don't bother, I told you before, you can't beat me."
Looking at his empty right hand in shock, countless roars ran through his heart.
——How did the Sorting Hat sort this person into W! This is called w? ! This is obviously a bully! You can do whatever you want with the strength of your fists! He is definitely spoiled by his charming and good-natured dad!
He thought bitterly, never expecting that this description could be applied to him, except for the adjective "good temper".
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While the hogwarts were making a fuss about the problem of drinking medicine, the patient's father was giving his final instructions.
"I reiterate again, just like when Harry went out for a visit - this is an undisclosed operation, and my request is safety first." Charles clicked on the computer screen nearby, "Remember, I agree with you to assist Siri. The reason - it's a very dangerous place, and neither we nor he know enough about it. We don't know how magical creatures work, but seeing as they don't have intelligence or thinking, and they can't grow wings, kid Guys, if something goes wrong, make sure you come back here safely. We have sent you broomsticks with Kurt and Siri, but this means it is absolutely safe - "
"Oh, it's okay Charles, they still have me. I'm experienced."
"...I solemnly beg you not to run next to me. I think I'm a little dizzy."
"Oh sorry, Charles."
r was chewing gum in his mouth, and blew a bubble when he stopped. He could still speak: "I will help you take care of this group of newcomers. You don't have to be so verbose... The one who saves people will live with me for ten years." You did a good job before, you know that, right?"
The so-called newcomer glared at him - the kind without glasses.
"We'll see who contributes the most today." He said confidently.
Na stood aside and cried miserably - Peter had just lied to her that he was going to fight a monster and had a narrow chance of death. The little girl was so frightened that she tugged at the hem of his clothes, causing Peter to have a big head and two big heads.
"We're not going, okay?" Na said and tugged on his clothes again, "Harry won't be happy if you do this."
"Oh, cookie, he won't know," Peter squatted down and pinched his nose. "When he finds out, it will be over, and he won't be fine if he finds out."
"Oh, please forgive me for being tongue-tied," Charles added with a smile, "If you want to do this, you'd better make sure you don't have a single scratch on your body - Harry hates seeing this the most right now, and' Doing something without telling him tied for first place. I suggest you act cautiously, otherwise I'm afraid you will lose something as a price." He turned to Siri, who bowed his head in silence and said, "The same goes for you, Siri, maybe this is the case. It's not very appropriate from my point of view - but you still have Harry here, remember, you can't take too many risks."
"You are like an old lady, Charles," Siri raised his head and smiled, "Although this sentence is very cliché - but with you here, I don't worry about Harry at all. Also, thank you for helping me, after all, you know ," He threw away the burned locket in his hand. Fire is always the best way to destroy black magic. "Due to the complicated situation here, I cannot seek help from the wizard I am familiar with. "He said with a gloomy expression.
He was once a member of the Order of the Phoenix, that was true, but to him, the most important thing was Harry, and Harry would always be above the Order of the Phoenix.
Harry's snake language has always been a worry for him. From the few words that Jean found out, Siri had some guesses. It was these guesses that stopped him from seeking help from the wizard, at least for the time being.
harry. He said the name silently in his mind.
He couldn't let anything happen to this kid, not even a little bit.
"Don't say such things," Erik came over and said with a serious expression, "You can't let him learn how to lose a loved one at such a young age."
Siri nodded: "Thank you - don't worry!" He raised his eyebrows and gave a meaningful smile, "I'm still waiting for you two to send me a message and go over for a drink."
After hearing these direct words, Erik and Charles looked at each other, and both saw a bit of embarrassment on the other's face.
"You know-" Charles said.
"Yes, yes, I know," Siri said teasingly, "It's obvious, I guess more than one person knows."
"At least Harry doesn't know yet." Erik revealed the most serious problem for him at the moment.
Siri stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder.
"Don't worry, Harry is a good boy - explain it clearly and he will be happy."
"I think so too," Charles said happily, "He is a good boy." After that, he shouted to the chattering students: "It's almost time, kids! Prepare your equipment!"
In this regard, he and Siri have always had the same view.
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The cold wind is biting.
This was Siri's first thought when he arrived at the beach.
The sky was dim and lightless, the sea water was always lapping with huge waves, and the salty and wet smell was carried by the wind. Except for the cliff they were standing on, all life in this place seemed to have died. There was not a single plant or tree, not even an extra piece. There are no stones, not a shred of life can survive in this place, not even a hint of bright color exists in this gray painting.
This place seems to have been named despair. It makes people unable to have any joy or desire for life in their hearts. Only the pain and torture of the world is what fills their hearts.
And Siri thought, ah, this is where Regus died.
No wonder he was going to die. He was going to die. This place was so sad that it made people unable to think about living. So Regus died here and was left to an extremely old house elf to take care of him. The news of his death and the location of his death were kept secret for so many years.
Kreacher sat at his feet and cried, crying hard, which made him feel an indescribable weird feeling while he was numb.
If this domestic monster was so sincere to his brother, why couldn't it save him back then?
Whoever set the limits on house elves must have had their brains kicked in the ass, he thought. That person may want a complete race that does not require extra thought to serve wizards, but it is precisely such restrictions that make house elves an existence that cannot be completely free and independent. They are tools of wizards, and Not a helper. In a critical moment, a tool may save your life, but the tool must listen to you. When you are unable to drive the tool or drive it incorrectly, the tool cannot correct your behavior.
And this can almost be said to be an evil act of annihilating the freedom of a race, and it finally came to the wizard's head many years later. Retribution, retribution without a doubt, his brother's completely lifeless death without the strict rules of the house elf would have been complete and utter retribution.
But why should it be his brother? Why regus? It could be anyone, even him, why should it be his brother? Someone who could say he had never abused a house-elf?
"What should I do?" He ordered coldly, facing Kreacher at his feet, "Where is my brother?"
Kreacher jumped up immediately: "Please allow me to lead the way for the master!!"
At this time, it respectfully called him master. Siri simply didn't want to say another word to this thing and nodded to lead the way.
"Man, it's a bit cold here," he said, taking off his clothes and covering Jean next to him. Kurt immediately tried to take off his down jacket, but was slapped back.
The wings behind the blond angel stretched out, and then acted like a screen, firmly moving forward to protect himself and the blue-skinned demon boy.
"Hey, look, your wings are very warm and can block the wind!" Kurt showed an expression as if he had discovered a new world, "This is great!"
The corner of his mouth twitched slightly: "You are too stupid - and this temperature is not cold at all."
The logan who was responsible for holding down the team... didn't feel cold, he just stood aside like a silent adult with a cigarette in his mouth.
r covered his eyes and quickly passed by them, shouting: "Attention! Attention! We are going to climb down! This is not a drill, pay attention! Attention! We are going to climb down!"
Indeed, Siri has already hung a rope down and is ready to climb down.
"This is too dangerous, I have to help him!" Kurt was also willing to help his godfather because of Harry, so he finished speaking eagerly and stepped forward to hold Siri, "Mr. Bck, please hold my hand! "
After speaking, he called to his classmates: "Come quickly! I can take you down together!"
He walked over expressionlessly, looked sharply at his hand with Siri's paw on it, and after enduring for a long time, he finally said nothing.
Yes, that's it...you are not a child anymore, you have to learn to be patient. While he said this to himself, he didn't even notice that his eyes were staring hard at Siri, who could be said to be extremely innocent.
Logan saw everything and shook his head.
"Hey, young man."
