It's no news that they were as harsh as Snape was with Harry - harsh and picky. @乐@文@ Of course, the reason why I am picky is because I still have a few brushes. For example, Snape was also given a thumbs up. The shortcomings of Ron and Neville were enough for Snape to spray for a day, and Harry's The shortcomings are almost not a problem for ordinary students, but under his pickiness, anyway, his potion skills are getting better and better. Snape may not be a good teacher, but no one can compare with him. More proficient in potions.
So he said directly: "If Xavier can withstand Snape's pickiness, why can't you withstand my strict requirements?"
To be honest, whenever this happens, I really feel that this man is here to sow discord.
But would he, a noble Malfoy, accept such foolish alienation? That must not be the case! !
Therefore, no matter how excessive the request was, even if he sometimes needed to go to his office for extra training during his spare time, he still gritted his teeth and endured it. Sometimes he was even shocked at how perseverant he was. The previous phone call was enough for him to understand that although this man was weird, he was not unreasonably targeted. The phone call was like a key, allowing the man to teach him something extra besides picking on him - things he should learn beyond his age. s things.
The man is extremely strict and will punish him if he makes the slightest mistake (such as copying books, cleaning, and washing the crucible), but even if he does a good job, he won't praise him much. He looks at him as if he is a complete waste, and he is covered in dirt. It's a shortcoming. Sometimes I really want to yell at him, since you look down on me so much, just let me go!
If it weren't for the fact that he didn't get corporal punishment, he really wanted to put a needle stinging spell on his butt cushion - he didn't master this spell perfectly, but so what, anyway, the man taught him this spell. his.
But at the same time, doubts gradually deepened.
——Who is this man, this man named? Why did he pay so much attention, be so strict, and even praise Harry so much?
On the seventh day after Harry didn't come back, he finally couldn't help but tell the portrait in the secret room about it, and showed the portrait everything he had learned.
"No problem." Salazar commented after watching attentively, "There is no curse or malicious tampering in what he taught you. Your magic power flows faster than before, which proves that it has been stimulated by multiple practices. It grows by moving, and correcting and becoming familiar with the stick swing also helps.”
The portrait of the blond was still pretending to be dead, and sometimes I wondered if I had seen it wrong that afternoon, or if the portrait simply died after taking its last breath.
"So he is a fool, teaching a person he despises for free?" he asked in confusion.
"Why do we need to get to the bottom of it?" the ancient portrait said plainly, "There are always people with many secrets in this world. They are mysterious but hard to find. Everything they do has an inevitable reason. . Now that he is a professor at Hogwarts, he must abide by the oath he swore when he took office. In any case, he himself cannot harm any student - all professors who commit violence against students in school will receive severe punishment and a tragic end. "
He muttered "the scope is unclear" and then said: "So I can't do anything to him?"
The founder in the portrait replied: "As long as he doesn't hurt you, it doesn't matter."
"But look at me, I don't have enough sleep, my back is sore, and I'm covered in bruises from avoiding his spell training... How can this be considered harmless?!"
"The harm never lies in these superficial things." The portrait said, "Never. And a qualified slytherin should never care about the hardships a person puts on himself. It is your job to distinguish their good and bad intentions."
It sounds like the Bible... I said silently in my heart. But he did not dare to directly refute the ancestor and founder of the academy, so he could only answer 'yes' and continue to light what he had spent three hours on today - a whole box of treasures full of strange magic power. Look at it, because once it is opened, the brilliance of the jewelry inside shines on the girl and she can hardly move her eyes away.
"How many days have the children of the R family been back?"
Suddenly, the portrait asked.
"Seven days." With a feeling of resentment, he said as he closed the lid of the box hard, "I don't know what is holding him back at home! He can't even hope to be in the top three in the final exam!"
"If he doesn't come back the day after tomorrow," the portrait said, pointing the finger with the obsidian ring to the walnut box in his hand, "send this to him."
"You want to give this - all of these to him?!" His mouth opened wide, "What does he want this for?"
"He will know." The portrait said, "If he comes back early, you can choose the right one together. Gemstones and metals have always been the best media materials. For specific situations, you can find the answer on the end bookshelf of the library. .”
This can almost be said to be an indication that I had to put away my envious mood and obediently answered "Yes, Your Excellency."
But his desire for Harry to come back became stronger and stronger——
——Damn it, Harryxavier, your butt is growing? !
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Harry, who was cursed day and night to never go back to school, was carefully brewing a potion in the kitchen. In order to prevent the potion from splashing, he even put on a long black wizard's robe and used his wand and glass from time to time. The stirring rod controlled the swirling magic inside.
If it weren't for the bright sunshine in the kitchen, he would almost have thought that his little brother had turned into a vicious witch inside, and was brewing a dose of something so terrible that one drop of it could turn people into bones.
Wanda sat next to him, drinking the dreamless potion from the cup one sip at a time. This was exactly why Harry needed to fight in the kitchen - Wanda's insomnia was a bit serious, and it got worse after meeting her biological mother. . The confusion, the inseparable feelings for her blood relatives, and the hatred that has been lingering in her heart are driving this girl crazy. In order for her to sleep well, Erik thought of many ways. Since it was best for Wanda not to appear in public places, such as hospitals, a private doctor quietly came in and out of Xavier's house. After confirming that it was not a physical problem, he called for help. He used essential oils and spices for sleep, asked the mother of the twins about possible remedies and medical history, and checked the corresponding recipes online... But it was no use, it was all useless, so Harry had no choice but to contribute to the senior sisters on the fourth day when he was at a loss. The finished dreamless potion was sent to him, and he had to go to the wizard shopping market in the United States to buy the materials and set up a crucible at home.
It lived up to its reputation as a potion and successfully brought Wanda a good night's sleep. R and Wanda happily kissed Harry once and twice, because Hank couldn't help but snatch a pot of new potion for research, leaving Harry to She stared at him, so this was compensation to a certain extent.
Harry thought of this and sighed heavily while carefully scattering a handful of lily pollen - did he become a wizard just to brew potions and do scientific research?
But there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with it.
As for brewing the potion - brewing the potion for Peter's sister, for someone who was, well, his sister in every sense of the word, there was nothing to complain about in Harry's opinion.
R, Nina and Wanda, in a sense, really became his family - this made Harry so happy that he almost laughed out loud on the bed. Any surprise and anger quickly disappeared. , all that’s left is ecstasy.
The one who fell in love with Charles was none other than Erik, Nina, Peter, and Wanda's father. It was Uncle Erik, who was Charles' best friend all along.
For Harry, his life, or rather his family, will only get better because of it.
"What is this?" Wanda, who was holding the cup over, asked, pointing to the dark yellow powder ground into dragon teeth.
"Dragon tooth powder." Harry said.
"So there really are dragons in the world." Wanda has a stronger interest in magic than her twin brother. She just thinks magic is fun, while Wanda can understand the mystery of it. Harry guessed it is because of her Nearly magical abilities and red energy more powerful than magic.
"My friend is a big fan of dragons. He has a dozen dragon models to show me. They can all fly, and many of them can breathe fire, just like the real thing." Harry stirred the potion at a steady speed while answering. Wanda's question, but he didn't dare to take his eyes away from the crucible. After all, this was not a subject he was good at. "Most of them live in Romania, and there are also some wild ones living in some very remote forests, and they dare not get involved in its dangers." , most dragons are controlled and bred because they are rare and dangerous."
Wanda nodded quietly in reply, and then exited the kitchen. She could see that Harry was in a period of time that needed his concentration, so she didn't interrupt him any further.
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When he came out of the secret room with the box in his arms, he checked the time. When he found that it was almost time for dinner, he stuffed the box into his schoolbag and walked into the hall, intending to have a nice dinner to eliminate an afternoon of organizing. The fatigue caused by it.
What he didn't expect was that he would be greeted by a boiling hall, especially the moment he stepped in with one foot, which gave him an ominous premonition.
And that one glanced at him meaningfully. This detail was scarier than anything anyone could reveal.
He calmed down and walked to his seat with steady steps, and someone quietly handed him the news he wanted. For example, the uneasy Pansy handed him a newspaper before she even picked up the fork. I immediately realized something was wrong in front of him.
The newspaper "Daily Prophet" is always delivered in the morning. If there is such a newspaper at this time of night that is worthy of the attention of the whole hall, then there must be a news, a big news, important news. , so important that the "Daily Prophet" specially printed an emergency report for this purpose, just like his uncle's previous prison escape. The news of the prison escape was confirmed in the morning, and in the evening everyone knew that the great Sirius Black had actually escaped from Azkaban.
It's still the same gray-white newspaper, but the photos inside alone are frightening - they are two crazy photos, a woman with long black curly hair, and a man with the same surname as her, that man has no The wizard she had met before, but that woman knew that she had to at least call her aunt!
But that's exactly the problem!
"Someone has escaped from prison again." During a dazed moment, Shi Shiran put down the tableware and strode past Slytherin's long table, leaving such words in his ears, which made him suddenly break into a cold sweat.
He looked at the newspaper in his hand in shock, and after reading it over and over again, he dared to confirm this——
——The most terrifying and last lunatic of the Black family successfully escaped from Azkaban at three o'clock this morning.
"??!" Pansy shook him, thinking he was stunned, so she softened her tone spontaneously, "What's wrong with you, my dear??"
"...It's nothing," he immediately realized that he was at the long table. In this dangerous and sensitive period, here, he could not show his attitude at all, "I was just thinking about when Azkaban will be." So vulnerable."
"Tell me," Nott flicked the newspaper in his hand and smiled maliciously, "Xavier should be careful about his life. You know, no matter how much he repeats his last name Xavier, some people still only recognize R. Changing his last name won't save him. Don't you think so, Malfoy?"
He specifically asked this question, and his meaning and malice were clear.
"So," he replied mercilessly, "do you think such criminals can invade Hogwarts? Do you think all wizards in the world can be Siriusblack? Or do you not mind opening the door for them? "
His face darkened.
"No, of course not, how could I assist criminals?" Nott said, "Just don't forget, Xavier is in the United States now, not at Hogwarts."
"Thousands of miles away from England," sneered, "unless the criminal has wings."
——Unless Harry doesn't have wings, can't teleport, and is so stupid that he can't even move his fingers!
He sneered in his heart. The more he did this, the more at ease he felt. Yes, he was frightened at first, but when he thought about someone still staying at home and not coming back, his heart settled in his stomach. .
"It sounds like he's safe," Blasie cut off the conversation without being rude, the smile on his face was perfect, "That's great, you know I'm worried about our Harry."
"Put your extra care wherever you want," said, "Don't stretch your hand too far."
Blasie shook his head like an old man who pampered his children, smiled and said nothing.
With a cold snort, he picked up the knife and fork and prepared to eat, but at the same time, he thought of the legendary... flaws in his family, or rather, the big flaws and rumors.
His mother is black... but his father is not. The troubles that will follow are just the beginning, just a small beginning that is not even the appetizer.
Damn it - it's not always the Blacks who escape from prison, but the Blacks always escape!
He clenched his fork and made up his mind to do three things after dinner - tell Harry not to come back for the time being, write a letter home, and go find him.
——Must know something.
