When he woke up the next day, Siri succeeded in getting a scolding from his sister - because he succeeded in making his godson cry.
Yelling, this cousin deserved it - the first thing he said when he opened his eyes and saw Harry was, 'Oh, why are you dressed like a dandelion? '!
Harry's already calm state of mind went berserk under such circumstances - I don't know if it was because he had a recurring cold, but anyway, he had a particularly bad temper right now.
You've gone too far.
Harry wanted to say this. He looked at Siri lying on the bed, and the tears came down all at once. Just like a broken faucet valve, he couldn't stop. His green eyes became hazy with tears at this moment, which made the boy shed tears. Became extremely pitiful.
Siri is too much - how could he do such a dangerous thing without saying anything, and then want to put such a result directly in front of himself! Harry had gone home and asked about it yesterday. If it hadn't been for Jean, Siri would have undoubtedly sunk at the bottom of the lake...
He couldn't think about it anymore.
He couldn't say that word, and he didn't dare to think about it, for fear that if he thought about one more word, reality would develop like this.
Harry looked at Siri - he was covered in injuries, but he was wrapped up tightly. Even if he was out of the rescue, there were eight therapists around him every day, four of whom even asked Harry for his autograph, but Siri was full of energy. , judging from yesterday's situation, since rescuing his brother, his mentality is not that bad...
This should be a good thing. No matter what happened yesterday, it was a good thing.
But Harry's tears fell even harder.
He is a person who wants to be a therapist, so he has always had a gentle and kind heart that is a specialty of the Xavier family. He likes to see people being rescued, and also likes to see a little bit of hope in already desperate things. He likes to see Until things get better.
But when he saw Siri covered in blood for the first time, he couldn't hold it in for about half an hour. The moment Siri woke up, he started crying while holding Siri's shoulders outside the ward. The young master was so frightened that he almost thought he hadn't woken up. At first he wanted to push him away and tell him not to cry like a girl, but in the end he relented and had no choice but to hurriedly pat Harry's back to tell him not to cry. As if chanting a mantra, he repeatedly said that he was fine, he was fine...
No matter what the reality is, no matter what the situation is, no matter whether he really accepts the love of his godfather calmly, no matter how brave Siri is, it will be difficult for Harry to accept that he has made himself like that.
No matter what, Harry still hopes that Siri will be well, just like Siri hopes that Regus will be well. They both don't want to see the people they care about get hurt.
And now he still can't stop crying.
Harry usually looks so well-behaved, but now he looks so pitiful. Re, who is watching over him, feels like 'this is all Siri's fault', let alone Siri who only has such a beloved godson - — Even if his heart was fine before, it would be broken into pieces by Harry crying.
The head is big, very big, one head is three times as big. This is how Siri feels now. He wants to find someone for help, but P obviously has the same idea as Harry. The expression on his face makes him swallow his words and want to find someone else. Come on, his nephew came late today. He is just an ordinary little wizard. He can't run as fast as Harry. He talks about visiting, but in fact he doesn't run as fast as Harry.
Although Siri was quite pleased with this - Harry finally accepted him as his godfather.
He wanted to put his arms around Harry, comfort his godson affectionately, and say nonchalantly, "It's not a big deal for a man to get hurt." The problem was that his hands had long been wrapped into mummies, and he couldn't move normally at all. Looking from top to bottom, I sadly found that only my head and neck could move.
This led to the fact that when Mrs. Alfoy came in with homemade nutritional supplements to visit her brother, she saw Harry sitting on the chair in front of Siri. The black-haired boy just sat there, wiping it on the back of his hand without saying a word. Tears kept falling on his face, looking so pitiful.
So without any hesitation, she immediately turned her accusing gaze to Siri, undoubtedly asking him, "What outrageous thing have you done again?"
Siri couldn't care about his sister. Seeing that Harry couldn't stop crying, he actually started to frantically ask his godson if he was feeling uncomfortable. P stood beside him and shook his head almost like a rattle, and finally sighed.
Some smart people just like to slip up at critical moments.
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"Merlin, uncle, I just persuaded him yesterday, what did you do again!"
After getting approval, I had lunch at school before coming over. As soon as I entered the ward, I found that Harry's eyes were swollen like peaches, and the nurse was sympathetically applying anti-swelling potion to him.
"Oh my God, I didn't do anything." Siri felt very innocent. "Why do you all think I did something? How could I do anything to Harry?!"
Because you're a stupid gryffur! He snorted, touched Harry with his elbow, and motioned for him to turn around. When he turned around, he said, "My mother wants me to visit my uncle - will you come with me?" He pursed his lips, "Don't you want to be a therapist? This is the position you must study for. Our family owns a considerable amount of related industry here. You can go anywhere you want."
"I'll go - cough cough cough!!" Harry couldn't help coughing a few times just after agreeing, which attracted P's attention.
"Are you feeling a little uncomfortable?" He asked gently, taking out a cup and filling some warm water for Harry to drink. "Here, add some water... That's a good idea. You can really hang out here. Since Harry If you want to be a therapist, this is where you will inevitably learn.”
"Mr. R wants to be a therapist?" the nurse who brought Harry the anti-swelling potion said with a smile, "This is really a great ambition and it suits you very well."
"Thank you, you don't have to be so polite," Harry showed his signature smile again, "And just call me Harry."
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"You always smile so softly at others," I complained to Harry when I was going down the stairs, because I thought he was so polite to everyone. "This way others will think you are very unworthy, and you will be easily bullied!"
Harry nodded perfunctorily: "I don't know how...and, you said bullying, what about for example?"
"For example..." After thinking about it, he was speechless for a moment. In Hogwarts, except for his godfather Snape, basically no one would bully Harry when he was full, so when his eyes fell on a familiar figure not far away, At this moment, he immediately said the name that appeared in his head: "For example!!!"
Harry: "…………"
Harry: "......If I understand correctly, you are talking about Neville, right? If you bully him less, this sentence may still have some credibility."
"...I mean," he immediately blurred the idea, pointed at the back and said, "Look, that's it!"
His voice was so loud that the round figure suddenly turned to look at them.
Harry was extremely surprised: "...Neville?"
The other party was also extremely surprised: "Harry!... And, uh, there's Alfoy," his eyes were obviously defensive when he looked at him, but when he looked at Harry, he was filled with pure joy, "How are you? Here?" He suddenly became worried and asked Harry: "Harry, are you injured? Are you okay? You said you have been sick for several days..."
He said that he wanted to get closer, but he immediately reached out and pushed Harry, pushing him behind him. He snorted coldly: "You don't have to worry about it! Whether he is sick or not is none of your business! And you'd better stay away." Let’s stay away, or I’ll ask you to taste the petrification spell again!”
"!" Harry pulled him, then gave Neville a reassuring smile, and began the daily task of cleaning up the mess: "I have nothing to do, it's Siri who needs treatment. Thank you for your concern, Neville, don't take his words to heart. It's just a poisonous mouth."
Because of these words, he glared at him fiercely, and then glared at Neville several times in warning.
Since he had been dealt with many times, Neville had no choice but to take a few steps back and lower his head to look at the floor: "You... Harry, Alfoy, you... why are you together? I mean, since it's just Mr. bck…”
"Didn't your little uncle teach you genealogy?" He cleared his throat, adjusted his collar, and now he felt proud again, "My mother is his godfather's sister."
"Don't forget that I'm still your cousin." Harry said.
"Yes, that means that without Siribck, we are still relatives," he glanced at Neville and said like a winner, "Our relationship is extremely close, and it cannot be compared to people like you."
Harry felt an itch in his hands - he was back to his usual pretense, should he have a regular slap? But he felt strange, why did he have such a strong opinion against Neville?
It's almost like they have a deep hatred.
Harry secretly wrote down the question, and then heard Neville say: "Oh... that, that's good... I mean, you are already very close. I, I have to go visit my uncle..." Before he finished speaking, , the fat boy covered his mouth in fear again, rolled his eyes and ran away.
"What an attitude!" said, "As if we can give him an Avatar just because we know his uncle is here!"
Your attitude really makes people think that you will secretly cast a death curse. Harry cursed.
"I don't know what it's like in school," Harry said, "Although there's not much progress... Um, why are you dragging me here?"
"Shh, come here," he gestured impatiently, pulling him to follow Neville, of course, quietly. Then they watched Neville enter a ward honestly, and Harry could feel his calm state of mind. , but quite uneasy.
"You're not very capable," he bit Harry's ear, "How about his little uncle?"
"What else can it do? It's just petrification." Harry said dissatisfiedly, "You can't do this... Neville is actually a good person, you can't target his family every time."
He snorted coldly: "I haven't cared about them looking at me strangely lately!! I'm already kind enough! Guess what I saw last time? He, and Weasley, were trying to brew polyjuice potion !!!”
Polyjuice Potion is a difficult-to-make potion that can transform a person into someone else. According to Harry's understanding, due to its complexity, even senior seniors have failed to brew this potion.
——But this is wrong.
"What do they want with that?" Harry was quite surprised. "Is there some mischief plan?"
He sneered: "The reason you gave is so light - they must want to sneak in and find out the news! Aren't the top three people in the grade just you, me, and Granr? I think they are afraid that they will pass the exam too well." So bad that he was kicked out of school.”
Harry: "...I think we should go visit Uncle Regus."
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"It is said that when he was just fished out, the ice surface was so big," he gestured, and he and Harry sat on the chair next to Regus. The latter held a book and spread it out but had no time to read it. The former He was a bit like a gossip reporter, talking about some news, "How early did you leave today? You didn't see, huh, there were a lot of people asking about you at our long table today, and some people actually You’re stupid enough to ask me if you’re engaged to anyone—"
Harry almost dropped the book in his hand.
"What?" Harry suspected that there was something wrong with his ears, "What - the object?"
Knowing that he would react like this, he sneered: "The engagement partner. I scolded her back. She is a girl from a small family. I think she is delusional-"
"Wait a minute," Harry pointed at himself, "The engagement partner, me?"
"Of course it's you, the savior of the magic world, the darling of the Charms class, Siribck's beloved heir," there was a hint of schadenfreude in his tone, "Now many people think you are a dark horse - I have to say, since that dog ...Chengchengcheng, my uncle, ever since my uncle came out of Azkaban and claimed you as his only heir, your worth has skyrocketed. If your wand hadn't been more ferocious than mine, maybe someone else would have I’m sending you a love letter.”
Harry shivered and almost dropped the book he picked up to the ground again.
"...I don't think I quite understand what you mean. What does this have to do with Siri." He said, "Besides, Uncle Regus is here, where did he come from that I am the sole heir? Even if he really does this, I won’t accept it either.”
"He only has you as his godson, and he won't give it to you." He came to a conclusion casually, "Don't you know, Uncle Regus is not only a non-marriageist, but even if he comes out of the ice alive, his body will not allow him to marry." He has an heir." As he spoke, he suddenly glanced at his mouth, "Lucky guy - you know, if it weren't for you, maybe a few decades later, the bck family would belong to me."
"Come on, we all know that's impossible," Harry said, "Siri will eventually get married, he will have children, and I will have a new brother."
"It's hard to say," he said with a wicked smile on his face, "I heard a very secret thing..."
"What? How come you always hear something?" Harry asked confused.
She reached over and whispered in his ear:
"I heard that your godfather dated a lot of girls when he was young," he said carefully, "but according to my mom and dad, the only person who pushed him to the point of doing it was a... male."
It's definitely not what they told you, it's definitely what you overheard. Harry's first thought was this.
The second thought was, eh, oh.
Very dissatisfied with his reaction.
"This is your only reaction?"
"How should I react?" Harry said, "This is a hospital, I can't yell, right? And there are many men in the United States who like men, so why should I have any other reaction?"
"So you really don't know about this?" said, "I thought the dog told you everything."
Only then did Harry become a little more interested.
"Why do you think so? Is there any information worth digging up? Or is there a story?"
"Of course it's worth digging." He rolled his eyes and came up with a conclusion that made Harry feel very strange. "Until now, they don't know who that person is - or in other words, no one knows. This question has always been unsolved puzzle."
"Your mother doesn't know either?"
"My mother doesn't know either. This is not normal. Didn't you notice? There are only so many people in Hogwarts. If your godfather is dating someone, my mother will definitely notice it."
"Maybe he just has a crush," Harry hypothesized, "He just didn't confess."
The corner of his mouth curled up, "Do you think he has this style?"
"……no."
"Isn't that okay?"
"No, no... I think this question is too personal." Harry looked at the obvious expression and shook his head, "I can't ask this, you have already said that he is heartbroken because of this person - I can't go Reveal his scars.”
"Oh come on," said, "He's done much worse to himself than this."
"But I always thought that Siri liked the kind of beautiful women," Harry said, touching his chin and admitting honestly, "It seems that I shouldn't judge this based on the posters of beautiful women in his bedroom."
"Aren't you curious who that is?" He said, "That's the man siribck likes! If you ask me, that man must be very hot!"
Although he has never said it out loud, Siri has always been the most arrogant, arrogant, and crazy person in his heart, because most of the things he does are things that people cannot do and are difficult to do. For example, you put yourself in Azkaban, or you put yourself in St. Mungo's Intensive Care Unit.
If such a man falls in love with another man, then the latter must not be an ordinary person.
"Actually, I'm really not curious," Harry said honestly, "and maybe your parents just made a mistake. Maybe there is no such person at all..."
As he was talking, he suddenly stopped and looked around blankly, but he didn't see even a nurse.
"What are you doing?" he said, reaching out and flicking his book.
Harry shook his head.
He seemed to have heard a sigh just now... was it his imagination?
