Harry was holding a glass of milk, blushing as he accepted questions one after another, half wishing that he would continue to be drunk and fall into bed. Ultra-fast and stable updates, this article was first published by
"God, I finally waited until this time," Charles said, rubbing his hands, "So a girl finally confessed to you, sweetheart?"
Harry nodded under several looks.
"Are you good-looking? What's that girl's name? How did you meet?" Peter asked quickly as if he was telling a tongue twister.
"Did she kiss you?" Wanda asked a big question as soon as she opened her mouth.
"You can't drink anymore," Erik said.
"Oh, please, Erik, don't ask other questions at this time." Charles glared at him gently and continued to ask enthusiastically, "Peter is right to ask, is that girl good-looking? Have you agreed? When will you take her? Come back to...Oh, it turned out to be rejection. Why, Harry, I think since she likes you since you transferred to another school for a year, you can give it a try?"
"What I'm more curious about is why your classmate's expression is wrong," Wanda said, "You fell in love with the same girl?"
"Aren't there other girls hitting on you at the party?" Peter said, "Oh - you are not being attacked by girls."
Harry, who had finally sobered up, chose to bury his face in his palms when faced with this cross-examination family meeting.
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When he returned to No. 12 Grimmauld Place with a look on his face that said, "Someone owes me a million galleons," Sirius was sitting in the living room, reading documents and munching chips - he fit in better than anyone else. Muggle Life - Oh when you see him coming out of the fireplace.
"No, Merlin, you were beaten by Harry again?" When Sirius saw his bruised and swollen face, Sirius's original lack of interest turned into great interest, "Tell me, what did you do this time? Have you already fallen? To the point where he can only bully his little sister?”
He sat down on the sofa next to him and took a cup of Coke with a groan, thinking that only Siriusblack could be so partial in front of his nephew.
"I didn't do anything." He panted after downing a cup of Coke. "Merlin, it's not me who was confessed to! I just said a few words to that girl, and he actually started beating me! Even in the face. ! If he gets beaten up, where can he find such a perfect one to compensate me?"
"Oh - it doesn't matter, I'll pay for your plastic surgery. I heard that a certain country's plastic surgery technology is very good." Sirius didn't care about how his nephew was beaten, he was only interested in the matter of 'being confessed', "You guys met What a hot girl? I knew that sooner or later a girl would take action against Harry, but I didn't expect it to be so early. It seems that girls in the United States are indeed more open-minded than those in the UK."
"Compared to her, Granger is a model of dignity and virtuousness." He said viciously. Kreacher brought various potions with Sirius's glance. The boy poured out some potions and rubbed them on the place where he was hit, grinning. Feel the slight sting of wounds and bruises being healed.
"Otherwise you would have been beaten," Sirius sneered, "Not to mention she is a good girl, and the girl who likes Harry is definitely not bad either. The person she is confessing to is not you. What is wrong with you? You have to talk nonsense. What sentence is comfortable?"
"What do you mean by 'the girl who likes Harry is definitely not bad'!" She yelled while holding a pillow in her arms, "I think she is blind!"
"Why are you so blind?" Sirius said with some pride, "Harry is like his father in this regard - the girls who like him are always good girls, but the crooked ones can't appreciate his goodness."
He made a vomiting expression: "I think you are probably blind too."
Sirius slapped him on the back of the head: "Why are you talking to elders?"
After he finished speaking, he added a little doubtfully: "It was Harry who was accused, why are you so angry? Do you have a crush on that girl?"
This time I really wanted to vomit, really, I just wanted to vomit on my uncle's face.
"——What are you thinking?! Such an ugly girl, even if you give me a pile of gold Galleons, I won't give it to you!!" He argued loudly in disbelief, almost knocking the popcorn piled slightly off the table. , "Merlin's socks, my 'dear' uncle, where did you get this idea!"
This is not very fair. To be precise, Elina is also a beauty. Otherwise, Rossan, who is unable to pick flowers, would not have resented Harry for a long time. But in a place where his eyes are higher than his head and his thoughts are unpredictable, Elina is like dust. , it’s best not to get even the slightest bit of smell from her boots.
"Your gentlemanly demeanor has been eaten away? Is this how Cissy taught you to evaluate a girl?" Sirius' eyelids twitched, "Did your aristocratic etiquette teach you to be polite to a lady?"
"A shameless lady who took a sip and bit Harry's face without warning? No!"
Said categorically.
Sirius, who suddenly realized that this boy's temper seemed to be so distorted that he seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit, had a decisive response.
He picked up his nephew like an eagle picking up a chicken and walked to his office study. Regardless of the boy who was extremely sensitive to the "dark study room of noble fathers", he asked with arrogant teeth why why why put me down put me down put me down. .
"Listen, since your bastard father won't teach you how to be a good person," Sirius said, "then let me do it - don't make any noise, I am not willing to teach a child with a platinum head, but who makes my only godson So much more perfect than you? I’m giving you an advantage!"
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At that moment I really wanted to give him the middle finger.
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In the real "dark study room of aristocratic fathers", an aristocratic father was looking coldly at an aristocratic mother, but there was a hint of helplessness in this indifference.
"I don't see any need for him to come back," Narcissa said after drinking the last sip of the anti-fetal potion, caressing her belly that was not completely swollen, "Sirius will take good care of him."
"Even staying at your brother's house is long enough." The heir of the Alfoy family spent an entire holiday at someone else's house? What will others think? What's more, there isn't even a Slytherin in your house now, only a crazy Gryffindor lives there! "
"This is what he wants - if you don't let him go out, Lucius, then he will naturally not want to go home, because he won't be able to go out once he comes back." Lucius and Narcissa have always had some differences when it comes to raising their sons. The former Believing in strict aristocratic education, the latter cherishes his son in his heart, or in other words, the former puts the family first in most cases, while the latter only values his son.
This also means that when it comes to the matter of 'Erik beating Lucius to shame', Lucius naturally feels disgraced and is ashamed of it. He is deeply afraid of the power of the unknown man, but Narcissa clearly understands She pointed out that if it hadn't been for Harry's family, the precious second child in her belly might not have been saved, and the family and son would have suffered even more from the Dark Lord.
And the most important thing is that although he complains endlessly, he has already formed a friendship with Harry Xavier. There has never been a person who can make his son worry like that child. Narcissa has long noticed this.
Since he wants to go, let him go. This is what Narcissa thinks.
"People from the Xavier family may have unknown powerful powers." Lucius lowered his voice when talking about this surname, "But this is what I can't estimate, cissy - think about it, a man who is not a wizard , but possesses such power, then if one day, the savior wants our son’s life..."
"He won't." Narcissa's voice was as light as a feather, "He is a good boy."
"No one can guarantee that." Lucius said coldly, "A friend who can kill you at any time and make you grovel? A Malfoy shouldn't have such a friend."
The last Malfoy to do this had already paid a heavy price along with his family. This is what Lucius did not say.
But Narcissa just shook her head at this.
"Where freedom is, there will be the heart," Narcissa said, turning away from her husband. "Maybe it's not appropriate to say this - you want to stop their friendship, but your actions will only destroy the heart. Letting go further and further, restraint is never a good way to educate, Sirius is a lesson learned from your mistakes, Lucius."
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"what are you writing?"
It was a rare sunny morning, but Harry didn't go out to get some fresh air. In the photo frame he occasionally brought home, one of the founders of Hogwarts was looking at what he was writing on the table, and asked curiously.
"Um...hobby summer camp application form." Harry paused for a moment before he realized what Salazar was asking. Then he raised his head and replied to the respectable teacher, "It's just a group of children with the same hobbies who live outside their homes together. Carry out an activity with a certain theme. I heard about a seven-day activity with the theme of medical rescue, so I plan to apply... Anyway, the first potion in the experiment will take half a month to brew."
The research on the Philosopher's Stone has only just begun - this is normal for Harry's age - how to use it flexibly on ordinary people and even mutants is the current research goal of Harry and Salazar. The former is naturally for his father, while the latter is not. It's just that I have been lonely for too long, and I liked doing research during my lifetime.
"Some potions may actually help your father," Salazar once told Harry, "but since your father is not an ordinary human being, you need to be cautious."
Harry was convinced. After getting the recipe from Salazar, he went to search the potion shop... However, because the recipe was too old and the brewing time was far shorter than it is now, how to improve the process was not something Harry had time to think about now.
"So you are here to learn and practice." Salazar nodded. As a teacher, it is quite rare for students to not eat, drink and have fun during the holidays. "You can take the pure-blooded child with you."
"?" Harry's mouth twitched, "He probably won't suffer much... I think the accommodation alone will make him clamor all over the world to go home."
To some extent, Hogwarts is really a rare year-round residential school with excellent conditions. At least its own dormitory is comfortable and convenient enough.
Salazar glanced at him and said flatly: "Then beat him."
"Please, Mr. Salazar, I can't beat him every day!" Harry said dumbfounded.
"Today's pure-blood children are spoiled," Salazar said, "and most of them lack toughness and bloodiness - if they continue to be so willful, they will grow bad sooner or later."
After the incident at St. Mungo's was over, Harry and Biandian told the story to the school founder. After hearing that he would rather disobey his father than lure Harry to St. Mungo's, Salazar finally had a good impression of him. A big change - but at the same time, Neville's performance and his efforts to explain it made Salazar feel that the current pure-blood education was quite unreliable.
Calling Harry, he said that this was all the result of complaining like a girl every day. One day, he said that Nott provoked him, and another day, he said that Pansy was angry with him again. After going back and forth, even Harry, who was concentrating on reviewing at the time, almost recited the list of all Slytherins. , not to mention the bored Salazar in the portrait?
"If you ask me, when he works in the future, he will definitely be able to tell everyone to step down with one mouth, as long as his boss only listens to him all day long." Zeng commented, "Where does he come from so much dissatisfaction? ?”
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"——It's finished."
After chatting with the portrait, Harry breathed a sigh of relief when he finally finished writing the application form. He put the application form away and said, "Just find time to send it out properly."
"If you go alone, the Malfoy children will definitely not give up," Salazar said. "You will be in trouble that will be difficult to deal with - I warned you."
"Thank you, Your Excellency," Harry shrugged, "But I just beat him up the night before yesterday. He should...well, not really want to see me."
——It’s too early to say this.
In less than half an hour, Nina quietly walked out of the fireplace with a pale face, said hello to Charles who was writing lesson plans in the living room as if she had lost her soul, and then sat outside the door of Harry's room and paced back and forth. step.
"I don't like him." Nina pursed her lips, "You haven't had time to accompany me since he came." After that, the girl added, "You can play together even during school hours."
Harry had no choice but to look embarrassed and comfort the little girl while opening his door.
A man with a face as pale as paper was outside, his hand stretched out in the air. It looked like he was hesitantly trying to knock on the door just a second ago.
Harry easily noticed that his teeth were chattering.
Seeing him was like seeing a golden spy, so she stretched out her hand and grabbed him - because of the excessive force, Harry let go and almost dropped Nina, who was holding him, to the ground. The little girl screamed and hugged Harry's neck. ——Then he spoke tremblingly: "...there is——"
"?" Harry freed up a hand to pat his face, and Nina took the opportunity to reach out and pat his face (although it looked more like a slap), "What's wrong? What are you talking about? Why didn't I hear a word clearly? "
His face suddenly turned from white to red.
"...There is a ghost." He only said this word as if someone was strangulating his neck.
Harry:...? ? ?
"I woke up late yesterday morning," she grabbed his sleeve, sweating, "I remember very clearly that the book I read last night was placed on the table."
Harry: ".........then what?"
Nina also asked in a low voice: "What then?"
"But when I got up, the book was on the shelf."
explain.
"Maybe Kreacher helped you clean it up." Harry didn't understand why he was so scared, "This... even if there are, um, ghosts, you don't have to be afraid, right? You told me about Bloody Barrow last time Dressed up so cool..."
"That's different!!" shouted.
"What's different?" Harry said helplessly.
"——I asked Kreacher, and he swore that he had never touched my books or put them away." He added, as if he felt it was embarrassing to show off his cowardice. He added hurriedly, "And this morning I felt that someone Sitting on the edge of my bed! I swear it wasn't an illusion! I wanted to see who it was, but I couldn't open my eyes! And I was so cold!"
"..., you know, your situation is more like what Qiu said, 'ghost presses the bed'."
"——Anyway, you move here and live with me." I was already used to his unusual vocabulary, so I just ignored it.
"No!" Nina said, "You are already a grown-up child, why do you still want Harry to live with you?"
"Children should be well behaved..." After receiving Harry's cursed gaze, he changed his words, "Anyway, you have to come and live here."
"You are twelve years old," Harry said, "You are still a wizard. You can't let me live with you just because you are afraid of ghosts - why didn't you tell Sirius? You are not the only one living in the house. .”
The answer was a tangled and twisted expression.
"Harry——" Charles shouted from the phone downstairs, "Harry, dear, can you help me go out for a run?"
R and Wanda made an appointment to visit their mother today, and Erik went with them, so there are only Nina, Harry and Charles at home. When it comes to running errands, only Harry is the most convenient.
"I'm coming!"
Harry quickly answered and stuffed Nina into his arms, "We'll talk about the ghost issue when I get back... Well, can you help me take care of Nina? If you don't need anything else, just play the piano with her in the afternoon. Recognize the words, oh, and remember to tell her to do health exercises."
After saying that, he ran downstairs like the wind. When he came to his senses and chased downstairs, Harry had already listened to his father's request and disappeared with his father with a snap.
The one who was holding the little girl off guard said: "..."
"Put me down, let me down," the little girl twisted unhappily in his arms, "I don't like you."
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