At eight o'clock in the evening, many tents in the camp were lit up, and many children ran out to participate in the bonfire party. There was only one person in one tent.
"I can't believe it - why on earth are you trying to compete with them? It's just not cost-effective."
Harry sighed and kept moving his hands. He pulled hard on the white bandage in his hand, which resulted in inaudible screams.
“Shut up—it hurts—hell, you’re going to strangle my arm entirely—no, are you going to twist it off?!”
In the small space, wearing only a sports vest, he was grinning--this expression often appeared on his face recently--and besides the bandage wrapped around one place, the arm held by Harry also had some stickers. There was a small wound on the band-aid, and what made him scream like he was being twisted was what Harry had just done: he connected his friend's dislocated arm with a perfect click.
——This is Harry's third day at the summer camp. It can be said that Harry has gone through a rather unspeakable period of time. The arrival of the day made him so surprised that he wanted to lie down by the window and see if the sun was rising from the west... But Soon he realized that this was a ploy.
It is indeed a matter of anger.
"I just endured it all in a Muggle summer camp. You think I can't do it, do you?" He angrily said to Harry while sitting on a bus full of children of the same age. "You're always like this - I'm going to Let me tell you with reality, although an alfoy is noble, there is nothing they can't do."
——So you think this is hard-working training? Harry sighed feebly.
He will complain about it from the first day. Harry made a decision in his mind.
And the facts prove that he is right, harryxavier is always right.
On the first day, just two people sleeping in a tent, Jean started shouting, 'What the hell is this tent - no, I will never admit it is a tent';
The next day, cross-country training, Harry had already quickly climbed over the net on the ground and climbed over the obstacles. When he reached the next level with his arms hanging in the air from two poles, he was still struggling in front of the obstacles, thinking that his feet were too small. There was absolutely no way he could stand firmly on the climbing point. Afterwards, he fell with a bruise on his face and Harry complained about what a rough training it was.
On the third day, a professional professor gave them a field first aid class. Harry listened so attentively that he fell asleep. When he was writing a paper at night, the latter's answer to the former's question "Why don't you write a paper?" was "I It's just that wizards don't have to write simple Muggle papers'.
——Three days later, the feat they both accomplished was that Harry quickly became one of the most unpopular kids, not the second, and he was the 'genius' who could win every day.
Speaking of the problem of losing the lottery, Harry is quite strange - he considers himself a Quidditch genius, and he is indeed a Quidditch genius. Harry once watched him play, and he was not only able to guard two Bludgers at once. , and can easily catch the Golden Snitch at super high speeds.
No matter where you look at it, he should not be someone who lags far behind in practice.
"I've heard that some people have great motor skills but can't punch anyone," the man in the tent next to him sighed while chatting with Harry. "Your friend should be this kind of person."
Harry thought about it and found that he actually thought this theory might make some sense.
But it wasn't because of any training that I failed today.
"You still dare to say that I - you ran so fast today because you were full? You also reminded the teacher to assign practical essays. Please, who cares about the homework here - do you think those rubbish are stupid? Isn’t the way I look at you annoying enough? Congratulations on winning the Most Idiot Award." Angrily, he made his tenth complaint so far today.
The trouble is that he looks very attractive to girls.
correct.
He is very popular with girls, and he is very proud of girls surrounding him.
But obviously, at any time and in any situation, it is easy to get into trouble if the resources requested are unbalanced - of course this is not to offend those girls, and it does not mean that Harry needs such resources, and he doesn't think he actually does - —Especially when you seem to have no ability, but you win the biggest one with your face.
That's the point.
So when Harry was pondering the different effects of several medicines on the market, he was not surprised at all when he was hurriedly told that "Alfoy was surrounded by xx people and they started fighting".
Not surprising at all.
"How dare they bully the minority, so shameless." He curled his lips and continued to complain. "If they weren't just Muggles I would have whipped out my wand to make them look good."
Harry, who was treating his friend's wounds, just shook his head and said nothing to any complaints. He pursed his lips and took out a bottle of potion from the bag next to him. He looked around and saw no one looking this way, so he opened the cork and handed it over.
Although I just handed in the registration form with an air of reluctance to admit defeat, I certainly didn’t come unprepared. All kinds of magic potions were available, and preparations were made to treat injuries and illnesses. Bandages and band-aids were all for emergencies during the day. The bag blessed with space magic allowed him to carry a dozen bottles and cans, but he still seemed to be traveling lightly.
He took the bottle, poured out some of the transparent and viscous liquid inside, and applied it to the bruised areas on his body. Almost immediately, the medicine took effect.
Harry tilted his head, watching the bruises slowly disappear on the delicate skin, and always felt that something was wrong.
After thinking for a while, he patted his head, suddenly realized and pushed it away.
Then he started to search through all the luggage and found the potions one by one - this was easy, because he didn't have the ability to pack things in a small space quickly, so he came to the camp. Harry took care of half of it for him.
"——What are you doing! Why are you pushing me!" said.
"I suddenly realized that the things you brought were too complete," Harry said very gently as he packed them up. "This is not the process we want for our summer camp."
"What do you mean?" asked.
"You probably think that I think you won't come because I think you won't be willing to endure hardship - don't refute, that's what you think," Harry told him one by one, "You probably think that you are here to endure hardship, but No, you are here to be angry with me. You are here because you are angry that I decided this matter without telling you. What you are saying about it, I mean, well... you are actually not interested in this summer camp."
He said this under the glare.
"So?" He rubbed his shoulders and hummed, "Of course I'm not interested in it - what nonsense do you want to say?"
"But you definitely don't want to waste all your time here, right?" Harry tried to make his words more tempting. He stood up and held the pile of potions. "Every time you do cross-country events, you will fall behind. I'm so far behind - do you want to stay like this?"
Of course I didn't want to say that almost immediately. But he also knew that even if he was not very willing, Harry was indeed stronger than him in this aspect.
"My aunt started teaching me some tricks when I was six years old." Harry threw all the potions into his suitcase, locked it and sat next to him. "The reason why I can always complete the task first is because I have had physical training. At the beginning, I would scratch my skin, fall, and even...well, I would even cry in pain. Don't look at me, that happened when I was a child." When Harry looked over, he touched his face, "If you don't want to get hurt, practice more frequently, be extremely careful, and focus your attention - this is why you fail every day. You don't pay attention to those things when doing those projects." Take it seriously, seriously, you can cope with Quidditch training, but you can fall down during long-distance running, what is the meaning of this?"
: "...Can you get rid of so much nonsense and leave only one sentence of your central theme? Every time you want me to do something I don't want to do, you like to talk a lot of nonsense!"
"No more potions are allowed." Since the other party asked so, Harry simply ignored the complicated and simplified, "Do everything you need to do as seriously as I do." After thinking about it, he added, "First aid and medical knowledge You should also study hard.”
"What? Why! Without the magic potion, what should I do if my whole body hurts because of the hard ground! What if I get injured! Not to mention my perfect face - I don't want my nose to be bruised and my face to be swollen!" I felt it. A kind of panic - this kind of panic has been happening a lot lately.
"No." Harry said firmly, "The events here are very difficult to break your arms and legs - so as long as you are careful and learn to look for tricks, no, as long as you take these seriously instead of coping, you can avoid falling. You'll get a bruise and a swollen face. To be honest, you're not a girl, so don't care too much about it - and Quidditch is much scarier than this."
Finally he couldn't help but complain.
"What's wrong with you! How can these be compared with Quidditch!" Grabbed his shoulders and shook him hard, "No, I will never agree. Give me back the potion -"
Harry sighed and clenched his fists, "You understand what I mean."
It's not like he can fix it however he wants. From all aspects, Harry should be able to fix it however he wants.
"You, you, you, don't come here..." I felt bad, "Harryxavier, you were never like this before!"
"But this is the most effective for you." Harry sighed like an adult again, "Who told me to pay attention to efficiency?"
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ciThis is the third time this week that I have stepped into bck's house, together with my wife.
He had a good ear, and he knew his son was not there when there was no clanking sound upstairs. In the first few weeks, he was afraid that his father would suddenly come to arrest him when he came back. He was still playing on the computer and watching movies, and lost a crystal ball. There was a gadget from the joke shop on the fireplace. It was originally a pair of small crystal balls that would react if someone crossed the range of the big crystal ball. Every time, he would put everything away in a cold sweat and hide. Most of the time at Harry's house, it was just a false alarm, but Ci did come once or twice, so his son escaped every time.
Ci snorted coldly and walked towards the study - naturally he couldn't expect his wife's cousin to stand at the door to greet him.
There is no noble family that refuses to give him face like the Bck family - Siribck spreads the word that even if a hundred years pass, he will not exchange fireplaces with the Alfoy family, and he hopes that this period will be forever, and the Alfoy family will only come to visit him. Can walk through the door.
The old Kreacher eagerly led them to the study, and looked at Narcissa's bulging belly with eager eyes: "Dear Miss Cissy, do you need anything?"
"Black tea with milk," Narcissa casually ordered, "prepare some more fruits."
Kreacher bowed and disappeared with a snap.
When Alfoy and his wife entered the study, Siri was almost lying on his back on the leather chair, his legs crossed awkwardly and resting on the table. He was only wearing a Muggle shirt, buttoned crookedly, with a large piece of collarbone exposed, and a silver chain inconspicuously exposed from there, giving off a bit of emerald brilliance.
"Looking forward to you." When he saw his sister and the old dog she married entering, Siri raised his chin slightly as a greeting. After saying some polite words that were not very sincere, he motioned for them to sit down, and then held a parchment document in his hand. Throw it across.
There were several items on the table - a gold cup, a locket, and a metal bead. When CI saw the first two things, she couldn't move her eyes away and was glued to them.
"These...how did you get these?"
CI tentatively picked up one of them. When he found that his wife's brother had no intention of stopping him, he boldly took the locket in his hand, touched the lines on it through his white gloves, and looked at it carefully, "Look Go up there..." he said inexplicably, "It looks like a real thing. When did you change your hobby?"
"CI, I'm warning you, don't talk nonsense again after one second," Siri said coldly, "You have been a dog under that person for so many years, you should have seen a few things that you should have seen."
"What should I see?" Ci said slowly.
"If you have to ask me to give you a hint - what's on your hand and what's on the table," Siri's hand with several rings on it tapped the table rhythmically, "are all things that should be seen - oh, I I hope you won’t be worse than that bitch Bel.”
The corner of his mouth tilted, and he gave a smile that was enough to make him angry. There was no doubt provocation in it, but there was also no doubt sarcasm in it.
"You should show basic respect to your relatives." Narcissa had to remind her cousin who was no longer under control, "This is a matter of etiquette, Siri."
"Oh come on, cissy," Siri said nonchalantly, "all the respect you give him is because he wanted my nephew to seduce my godson to his death and be eaten by something random."
This is basically irrefutable. For Siribck, his only treasure is his godson. Touching his godson is like stabbing a knife into his heart. Then don't blame him for being ungrateful and unreasonable.
What's more, CI actually wants his son to do these dirty things - this makes Siri's hatred for this brother-in-law even deeper.
Ci put a sneer on his face almost immediately: "In that case, I think there is no need to continue this conversation."
"Oh no, no, no, although I'm happy for it to fall apart, it has to continue," Siri waved his hand, "And it's not up to you -" He leaned forward with a contemptuous smile, " ——Your generation may be able to achieve what you want, but the next generation may not be able to do so. Ci, to be honest, what’s the use of your persistence? It’s useless. Your son will not listen to you and go on like that. You will gain nothing by insisting on your arrogance and self-esteem, but you will lose something."
——There is no right or opportunity to choose anymore. Rather, if this opportunity is placed in front of him, the child might just throw it away with disdain.
CI almost immediately cursed in her heart that this man had no face at all, he was vulgar and arrogant, and he didn't look like he was here for peace talks at all.
Yes, peace talks, this is the main purpose of this visit.
As Siri said, sticking to the old path is really not suitable for the current Alfoy family.
Just as Siri proudly hinted - exaggeratedly speaking, his son's heart would fly to his savior friend, as if he was under the Imperius Curse. The perseverance and the courage he gave birth to were so great that it almost made ci He was shocked. His son had never been so stubborn on something. He was so stubborn that he was almost in opposition to his father. This was extremely abnormal. If people who didn't know better heard these things, they would probably think that the savior was a beautiful person. The young master of the Alfoy family fell in love with her at first sight, and he was brave and righteous like a lion.
And his son even learned to run away from home!
"Xiaolong is still a child," Ci certainly couldn't admit it so happily. He hinted in a slow and long voice, "Now does not mean that in the future, when he grows up, he will discover what is best. And some When the time comes, his upbringing and bloodline will allow him to make the most appropriate choice."
The most changeable thing is the human heart. It can remain unchanged for one year, or it can remain unchanged for two years, but what happens after three or four years?
Twelve years old is the easiest age to be persuaded, and it is also the hardest age to be persuaded again. So what about sixteen, seventeen, and eighteen years old?
But then again, who knows what will happen then.
Everything is human-made.
"Harry is the best." Faced with Ci's suggestion, Siri was not worried at all. He said without blushing, "Your son will never be able to find a friend like Harry even if he grows up for another eighty years."
ci: "…………" I can't accept your words.
Maybe it was because the air was too awkward. After being silent for a while and being looked at by Narcissa a few times, he snorted coldly and took out an old black notebook from his sleeve. He tapped the notebook with his snake staff and the notebook automatically turned on. Open a few pages so that Siri can see clearly that this is a Muggle notebook and not some wizarding antique.
Siri's eyes immediately focused on the book. He frowned and sniffed, "It smells musty."
But he didn't question CI's behavior - he knew very well that this thing was really what he was looking for.
"Although it looks like such a dilapidated thing... but this is what you want, what 'that person' asked me to keep." He said to Siri in a deep voice, "In exchange, I - my family, and The vassal faction, represented by me, and we all need an opportunity to interview dubledore."
