Draco bit his fork, staring at a certain place persistently, his hands motionless, as if all he had for afternoon tea was the marmalade in front of him.
"Are you going to eat it or not? If not, please give me the sandwich. Thank you." Hermione said.
"He's smiling at that idiot," Draco said. "That doesn't make sense."
Hermione rolled her eyes unbearably: "Please? He's still smiling at you. Harry will smile at everyone! And that's not some idiot, that's our senior, and Cedric is a very good boy, he's not Ravenclaw but He is also ranked among the best, I don’t understand why you can’t stand him so much.”
"Are you kidding? That diggory can only giggle when he plays Quidditch badly!" Draco said angrily, crossing his arms, "It's been five minutes - Harry and he have been chatting for five minutes!"
"Oh, so what?" Hermione said in a mocking tone.
"He may suffer from a lower IQ."
"He will not."
"No, he won't. Because diggory is a complete idiot - I'm not the only one who thinks so, the twins in your college also say so!"
"If you believe what Fred and the others say, it's enough to prove that your IQ is the problem." Hermione picked up the milk and took a sip, "Oh, wait, does that mean you don't hate them? You obviously hate Ron so much."
"You're kidding." Draco said decisively and with disgust, "I will always hate pure-blood traitors and paupers."
Hermione rolled her eyes so many times today.
"Hi, I'm back." Harry said goodbye to Cedric in a good mood and came back with a letter. "The owl that sent me the letter accidentally fell on the Quidditch pitch, and Cedric saw that it was for me. The letter was delivered to me." He sat on the picnic cloth, eagerly opening the letter and reading it, while picking up his water bottle, "Let me see...oh, it's Uncle Erik's handwriting. Behind it is Dad. of."
"What did Charles write to you?" Hermione asked with some interest.
"...omg." Harry dropped the kettle beside him after reading the first few lines of the letter, his eyes widened, "Peter found his twin sister!"
"Really? I mean he has a twin sister?!" Hermione brushed her hair and said unexpectedly, "This is really... good, worthy of congratulations, Harry, why are you so surprised?"
"Oh my god, look at him," Draco said angrily, pointing at Harry's jaw-dropping look, "and you said he wasn't lowered in IQ! He looks like a fool now!"
Hermione picked up the book next to him and patted him: "Shut up, Malfoy - you are just jealous of Cedric!"
"Excuse me, why should I be jealous of him? That filthy hair? That silly face? Or his poor Quidditch skills?" Draco looked cold, but Harry could hear the plastic in his hand. The fork squeaked loudly, "As for the results, it is definitely because there is a gap in their grades - I dare say that when we reach the upper grades, we will be much better than him!"
"...omg!" Harry said and jumped up, "I want to go home - I have to go home!! I'm going to find the professor to ask for leave now!!"
After saying that, he waved his magic wand and made his belongings jump into the bag one by one, and then ran away holding the bag.
"...Why is he crazy? His home is in the United States, and he has to run back just for a letter?"
Draco watched his departing back turn into a dot before speaking.
"I don't know!" Hermione curled her lips and said after snatching the marmalade back from his hand with great force, "I only know that it's only the two of us who can clean the secret room these days."
"...oh hell."
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"All my classmates like Harry," Nina sat on the sofa and let Peter play with her pigtails. The little girl looked troubled and serious, "Lisa asked me what kind of girl Harry liked, and I said I didn't I know, but she ended up calling me cunning."
"Don't listen to her nonsense, cookie, she's just jealous of you, because Harry likes you like this." Peter said nonchalantly, and flattened his mouth, "Listen, look, just wait until your school organization goes to the zoo. Play, you want her to look good——"
"Ahem." Wanda coughed a few times, "Peter."
"Dad said you can't use your abilities to bully others." Nina turned over a page in the storybook, looked up at Peter, then at Wanda, and said in a thin voice, "That's wrong."
Her brothers and sisters—who often use their abilities to do whatever they want—looked up when they heard these words, pretending that they didn't hear anything.
"Why hasn't dad come back yet?"
Nina then asked another question that her brother and sister couldn't answer.
Why hasn't dad come back yet? Who knows?
"Maybe he doesn't want to see us." Eter muttered in a very low voice, "Yeah, who wants to discover a young romantic debt at this time... No, no, no, no, we agreed not to think like that..."
"You hope that I can think about the good things, but you can't help it yourself." Wanda stroked the little girl's hair and said to her brother.
"I-I actually, okay, maybe I should ask Harry for a potion. Can it make people happy or lucky? It is said that it is difficult to brew. Oh, speaking of potions, I also heard a little story Harry said he once..."
"Do you know you are deliberately looking for a topic?"
"...wanda, don't expose me."
"Okay." The girl in red nodded perfunctorily, "Then let's talk about something else - what did you just write to Charles' son?"
"It's Harry, not 'Charles' son,'" Peter corrected, and then tentatively said after spreading his hands, "It's nothing, it's just... I think I need to give him a vaccination first."
"Like what?"
"For example, I got my sister back, for example, our dad found out who we are, for example, we are going to have dinner together at home today... For example, ahem, it hinted that a certain two people may be... falling in love and in the future Maybe we're going to get married. I don't know if he understands?"
"...Are you serious?" Wanda's hand paused, and then she showed an indescribable look, "He doesn't know?"
"...According to Erik's speed, he knew there was a ghost." Peter looked dreamy, "I know, I understand, maybe I shouldn't say this but...it's stuck there, it's a problem and we have to solve it. I just made preparations for it in advance——"
"Who is in love with whom?" Nina raised her head and asked curiously.
"No one, Nina," Wanda held her sister in her arms like a beloved doll and rested her chin on her head, "it's just a little problem that needs to be solved."
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When Harry landed in the backyard of his home with his schoolbag on his back, he was startled by Erik standing in front of the backyard door and taking a deep breath.
"Who...Uncle Eric?" Harry patted his chest, he almost sprained his ankle, "What are you doing here -"
Erik covered his mouth expressionlessly, picked him up and carried him out as fast as a trafficker kidnapping a child, then threw him into his car and drove off without saying a word.
If Harry hadn't had the ability to see into people's minds, he might have wondered if this was someone else pretending to be someone else - Polyjuice Potion, Disguise Magus, or a mutant, there were any number of ways to pretend to be someone else.
"Uncle Erik? Uncle Erik?" Harry stretched out his hand and waved it in front of him. He looked outside the window and recognized that this was the way to the supermarket. "Uncle Erik, are we going to the supermarket?" He looked Looking at the back seat, sure enough there was a shopping bag there.
"I -" Erik seemed to realize his gaffe, and he said, "Harry, I need you to go to the supermarket with me. We need to buy some things back, food, supplies..."
"Have you gone in to see Peter and his sister?" Harry asked bluntly.
Good shot, straight to the point. Erik slapped the steering wheel, and the trafficker's aura quickly declined.
"Who told you that?"
"Peter took a picture of his concluding statement and put it on my double-sided mirror. Does it mean that Aunt Raven will finally accept Hank's proposal? Peter said that someone might get married recently."
Erik's hands shook and he almost twisted the steering wheel.
Harry took out one of Draco's Christmas gifts from his bag and shook it, causing bright spots of light to dance on Eric's face. The boy tried to look relaxed, "And dad sent me a Got a, uh, international urgent letter... Well, I want to say that I am willing to go to the supermarket with you, Uncle Erik."
"Thank you." Eric whispered, and at the same time, he pressed the horn vigorously to tell the car in front not to stop. He turned the steering wheel hard and made a quick turn. Harry twitched the corners of his mouth, tightened his seat belt, and asked: "So is my question answered?"
"what is the problem?"
"Have you seen them in the house?"
"………………"
Harry was answered with suspicious silence.
"...Well, it looks like the answer is 'no'?" Harry said.
"I...I'm not ready yet." Erik's eyes were fixed on the road ahead. His throat rolled a few times before he continued. He seemed calm but a little distracted, "I... Do you think you could accept it if it were you? When you have grown up, you have a biological father in your life, and he is also... a bastard. He has not fulfilled his responsibilities as a father even for one day. He does not even I know you exist..."
"..." Harry lowered his head and thought for a moment, then raised his head, blinked his green eyes, and whispered tentatively, "Maybe I will feel...strange...shocked...but as long as he is my father And he’s a good person, so, uh, okay, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it. Hmm.”
The door sign of the supermarket appeared in front of them, so the car stopped suddenly. Erik stopped the car, opened the door and got out, and Harry jumped out after him.
Erik rubbed his hands, and he took Harry's hand and walked back. The latter could feel the cold sweat on his palms.
"Do you really think so?" Erik said, "What if he is not a good person, he is not the kind of father you imagined, and he is the worst kind of person in the world?"
"That depends on whether you really want to be the worst in the world, Uncle Erik?" Harry scratched his head. He knew that Erik must be nervous and anxious at the moment, but he was too nervous and anxious. He was a little He said awkwardly, "Besides, you didn't abandon Peter's mother, right?"
Harry had seriously thought about the entanglement in this matter, but no matter which angle he looked at it, Erik should not be so afraid - he and Peter's mother just got together and got away, and he neither bothered to cheat on the relationship nor cheated on him. He did not abandon his children. From a certain point of view, he was a complete victim. Therefore, when Peter stayed at Xavier's house, he would look at the ceiling from time to time to avoid being too embarrassed - and even more so after thinking about it. Embarrassing - but he couldn't tell anyone else. Only Harry understood his inner distress.
"We broke up amicably." Erik led him into the supermarket door, and his voice became cold when talking about Magda. He had an unquenchable anger towards her, "She didn't tell me that I had Eter. She Just an ordinary person, she is afraid of me...I'm sorry, I shouldn't talk to you about this topic, we should start shopping."
"Do you have a shopping list...Oh thank you," Harry took the shopping list from Erik's hand and scanned it. As a veteran who has been responsible for household purchases for a long time, he quickly decided on their next route, "Let's first Went to the dairy section, I'm short of cheese at home - did Dad make grilled cheese sandwiches for three meals a day again?"
"Cheese is his new love," Erik answered him while pushing the shopping cart, frowning as he pondered his own question, "He even sprinkles the fried dumplings with cheese and bakes them again."
Harry nodded: "He has a new love every season - um, by the way, Peter also likes cheese, so we can buy twice the amount."
"Charles used to say that cheese is what girls like to eat...what did you say?" Erik was about to follow this sentence, but suddenly stopped, "Peter likes to eat cheese?"
"He likes it." Harry pretended that he didn't understand why he stopped asking. "Once my cheese blueberry cake was too big, so I wanted to give some to my next door neighbor. He said it was not necessary at all. , well... In the end, he ate two-thirds of the portion alone."
Eric nodded and continued to push the cart. When Harry took twice as much cheese and threw it into the shopping cart, he suddenly asked: "Do you want cheesecake for dessert today? I know there is a shop nearby that makes it." Not bad. We can take some back."
Harry blinked: "Why don't we call back and ask for their opinion?"
Erik closed his mouth again. He looked serious, as if the opinion just now was not made by him.
Harry could only sigh. He took out the double-sided mirror from his bag and took it twice, "peter? dad? Anyone, do you want some cheese and blueberry cake?"
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"Peter——Wanda!" Charles called towards the living room, "Does any of you want to eat cheese and blueberry cake?"
"I want to eat cake!"
Nina ran in happily, holding a big white cat in her arms, "I want a big portion!"
"No, sweetheart, you need to control your sweet tooth. You already have tooth decay." Charles put her on his lap, and the big white cat jumped down and ran away. "Whose cat did you bring as a guest?"
"Uncle Thor's cat lives next door," Nina said in a long tone, shaking her head. "He said he hated cats. Cats always occupied his brother's knees. So I said I wanted to play with her, and Uncle Thor said he would give it to me. ”
"I'm sorry you still have to send it back, sweetheart," Charles smiled and shook his head. "It won't work if he talks to them at their house - that cat will have to go back sooner or later."
"I know, I just want to play with her." Nina said.
"Good boy." Charles said.
"Hey, did anyone say anything about cheese and blueberry cake?" Peter asked from the door. "If anyone wants an opinion, I have to say it tastes great. Wanda?"
"No, thank you, I don't like cheese." Wanda said while picking up the big white cat that ran out, "The calories in cheese -"
"I know, I know, it makes girls fat. You don't need to tell me what I know." Peter raised his hand to indicate, and then said to Charles, "So Harry went to the supermarket? He was buying materials?"
"Actually, I met Uncle Eric on the road, and he borrowed me to go shopping with him." Harry's voice came from the double-sided mirror, jokingly, "I just found out today that he has very exciting driving skills. .”
"Are you saying that as long as he wants, he can make it impossible for the traffic police to catch him?" Charles replied with a joke.
Peter and Wanda glanced at each other, and a look passed between the siblings. Although they were separated shortly after birth, the twins always had a close connection, so Peter understood what his sister meant, leaned over and raised his voice in front of the double-way mirror, "Hey Harry... omg, you have lost weight!"
"Hey Peter," Harry was preoccupied with two things. He looked at the packaging of a pack of bacon in his hand for the production date and winked at Peter, "Have I lost weight?"
"You do, boy," Charles noticed this after being reminded by Peter, and he said seriously, "You finally gained a little weight this Christmas, and now? Your chin has lost weight again."
Harry touched his chin - a serious illness would definitely consume some energy, but losing weight? During his illness, he ate and drank uncharacteristically, with high cholesterol and calories. How could he still lose weight?
Harry, who had always wanted to become a strong man, was very depressed about this.
"Maybe I'm just growing taller?" he said.
"But you haven't grown taller either?" Charles said with a smile, raising his head and calling the girl in red, "come and meet Wanda, Harry - come and meet Harry, Wanda."
Wanda came to his side in silence and chose to accept this kindness. In Charles's hand was an old-fashioned and exquisite mirror with complicated inlays. The mirror that was supposed to reflect a figure was a black-haired boy wrapped in a coat outside his school uniform. He was looking curiously with his green eyes. wanda.
"Hello."
Wanda looked at that childish face and couldn't help but smile.
…
"Hello."
"Hello, Wanda." Harry held the mirror and quietly retreated to a corner where others could not see. Eric followed closely behind. Harry looked at him and couldn't help but laugh, "Wow, Peter, Wanda Many times more beautiful than you."
"Do you want to describe me as beautiful? I'm many times more handsome than Wanda, okay!" Peter waved his hands and sat on the desk next to him, swinging his legs.
"Well, she's more handsome than you even though she's not a man, I think." Harry waved to Erik, who stood silently in a blind spot on the other side of the mirror, his eyes glued to the mirror. He first saw Nina who was desperately waving to Harry, and then the brunette girl standing behind her. Peter was instantly stuck to her back, and these three - his three children didn't know that their father was Watch them quietly.
Erik was almost nervous at this moment, as if he had returned to the past - that time he had just found Shaw, he was on a luxury cruise ship, and he was surrounded by the always hateful Emma. He had a chance to chase him and kill him, at that moment His heart was beating like a drum, and he couldn't imagine what would happen if he missed this opportunity.
And at this moment, his heart was still beating like a drum - he couldn't imagine how the twins opposite him would react if they appeared in the mirror's field of vision now.
And he himself... felt amazing.
Wonderful, wonderful.
The girl with long brown hair undoubtedly looks like her mother, just like Nina looks like her own mother. Her mother is the famous beauty Magda when she was young. The daughter will undoubtedly be a very orthodox beauty, so Eric is not surprised that Wanda has Extraordinary beauty. But unlike Magda, Wanda's beauty is cold, arrogant and prickly. She looks more mature than Peter. People can tell at a glance that she is Peter's sister, not to mention Wanda... Eric has to admit that she looks like her younger self. .
More wonderful than all ordinary things, as wonderful as a seed sprouting, the first snow melting, and the sun illuminating the earth - this is the wonder of blood.
Erik couldn't take his eyes off the mirror.
——What he didn't know was that while Harry was holding the mirror, he quietly tilted the mirror toward him. Behind him was a glass door of the refrigerator, and Erik's face was clearly reflected in the glass.
"Do you have any snacks you like?" Harry said, "We are in the supermarket now and can buy a lot. Do you like cheese as much as Peter? Or do you pay more attention to health and low calories? Nina, I know you want pudding. So stop shaking the mirror..."
"You still have cavities, and you still want to eat pudding? The pudding is all mine... Ouch!" Peter patted his sister's head gently, but Wanda opened her hand, "Oh, you are really my sister."
"It's as if I haven't made enough pudding!" Harry smiled when he saw his deflated look, "Okay, I'll buy the raw materials. Then Wanda, do you have anything you want to eat? Uncle Eric said he was treating you. Do you like eating cake?"
Erik next to him moved uneasily as if something was scratching his back.
"I'm not picky about food." Wanda said softly and steadily. She was more perceptive than Peter, so she noticed the shadow on the glass cabinet, "I... maybe I don't mind the cheese blueberry cake."
It's just a cheese blueberry cake. Although it goes against her caloric standards, but... maybe since she is going to stay here permanently, it is not unreasonable to accept the kindness from her biological father.
——And to be honest, as long as the calorie standards are ignored, Wanda loves cheese.
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"harry xavier."
When the roll call came, Draco had to answer lazily: "He asked for leave, Professor!"
The cold gaze of the man who was calling in front of the podium swept over Draco, who had to sit upright.
"I didn't ask you to speak, Malfoy." The man's voice was as cold as his gaze, "If you are so idle that you can't even sit properly - come to my office after class."
Draco lowered his head and responded, "Yes, Professor." At the same time, he scolded the new professor eight hundred times in his heart - the last time was because of typos in the paper, and the last time was because of his comments on a certain person in the lion pile. The idiot cast a spell. Last time it was because he answered the question wrong. This man will always have an excuse to send him to labor service! ! !
He threw down his pen angrily and wanted to write home immediately to ask his father and the board of directors to expel this professor who didn't know where he came from.
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"You are late."
Hermione ordered a book to return to its place, and said in a not-so-surprised tone, "So are you being detained by Professor Felton again?"
The origin of the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, James Felton, is unknown. It is said that he is a wandering wizard. Judging from the few days he has been in office, his favorite thing to do is to cover himself in a black cloak all day, and to stay in court for draalfoy. .
This resulted in no one ever seeing what he looked like, and Draco's growing bad temper.
"Who knows why that ugly guy is unhappy?" Draco said bitterly, "He must be wearing a cloak and hood every day because he has no face to see people!"
"I think it's nothing," Hermione shrugged, gloating a little, "Professor Snape doesn't always pick on Harry, you just become a treat."
"How can this be the same!" Draco fetched a bucket of water, used a little housework charm that he never bothered to use, and instructed the rag to scrub the two portraits in front of him. He was sleeping with his eyes tightly closed, but on the other side, the beautiful blond man's smile was still bright, but there was not even a little fluctuation.
"Why is this different?"
"Of course...wait a minute!" Draco was about to say something in reply when he suddenly yelled and found that in the portrait he was rubbing, the beautiful blond man winked at him...and the amazing thing was that behind his back, he There is a rose missing from the decorated vase.
"...Hey! You scared me!" Hermione said dissatisfiedly, picking up the book that she had just dropped to the ground by mistake, "What's wrong?"
The handsome blond man twitched the corners of his mouth and blinked slightly.
Draco stared at him for a long time, and finally he twisted his lips and told a little lie.
"No... nothing! I just want to say that you have misplaced a book." He said lightly, secretly deciding that even if it was for the little housework magic he had to condescend to learn, he would take advantage of it later. The girl was gone, so he had to step on the portrait's face.
--Pack! I told you to pretend! ! !
The author has something to say: Finally updated! ! ! ! I feel sorry for the masses but I really couldn’t update before! ! ! After I finished painting on Thursday, I had a stomachache on Friday morning...and ended up in the hospital.
The result of the examination is that I have been taking injections for three days, three bottles of Otz a day, and I have been banned from eating since today... Because nothing else was found during my examination, but fatty liver and gallbladder polyps were found (the doctor said it was due to some reason). Otz caused by eating on time and staying up late are generally not serious and the pain is not caused by them, but from this period onwards I have to work and rest normally, otherwise the condition is likely to get worse... So if you pass it by If you haven’t seen the update, go to sleep (wipe away tears)
My mother scolded me and forced me to follow a regular schedule... Really, everyone, your body is the capital of revolution. While you are working hard, you should really pay attention to your body...
Now I can only look forward to a holiday for the New Year soon, so that I can stock up on manuscripts...
ps: After the drawing is finished, it can be updated normally. Thank you everyone for waiting for me! It’s still the same, leaving a message to save the nutritional solution is the best reminder!
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