The dinner at the camp was well prepared, with a perfect mix of meat and vegetables. There were multiple choices of rice, soup, and noodles. There were also desserts and fruits after dinner. Of course, there are also some things that can be said to be junk food - American specialties, hamburgers, everyone knows it.
When Harry took his own plate and found a seat to sit down, he was still picking and choosing the fruits. He didn't want the ones with scars, the ones that didn't feel right, or the ones that didn't go well with dinner. In short, he just asked within his ability. It's so high, it's a problem I've had since I was at Hogwarts.
"Hey, little guy," a stronger boy who looked at least three years older than Harry - Harry guessed that he must have played basketball in school - came over with a girl and raised his chin. He took the seat next to Harry and asked, "Is there anyone sitting here?"
"I have it with me," Harry said, "I don't have any others, please feel free to do so."
"I know you, you are Harry Xavier, the one who is always in the top three in my sister's school." After the girl sat down, she eagerly chatted with Harry, while fiddling with her shiny blond hair, biting and smearing herself The red lips were covered with lipstick, "Well, I don't seem to see you attending yesterday's bonfire party. Did you get caught up in something?"
"Yes, why didn't you attend yesterday's bonfire party?" the boy said, his tone very familiar, but there was a hint of ridicule on his face unconsciously, "Is it because you can't dance, or is it because you don't do anything besides studying? Can't have fun? Hey, come on, we have a lot of fun besides winning first place, so don't be so stupid, man."
——Because it would be boring. Harry thought to himself, a little wary at the same time, because it sounded like he was looking for trouble.
"I'm not good at this." Harry forced himself to smile and said simply, "I would rather use that little time to do other things."
The answer was a bit stiff. Harry thought helplessly.
But since he really didn't like dealing with this kind of person on this kind of issue...he didn't say anything to remedy it, and generally speaking it would only get worse.
While he was thinking about why he didn't come back, he mistakenly inserted a fork into the sauce part of the spaghetti - which made his glasses smeared with the not-very-thick meat sauce.
"Oh, be careful," the blonde girl took out a napkin and said warmly, "Here, wipe it quickly."
The boy probably thought it was funny and laughed out loud immediately.
"Thank you - sorry, I'm rude." Harry took the napkin. Naturally, he couldn't expect the napkin to completely wipe off the meat sauce. You should know that it is greasy, so it is necessary to recite the cleaning spell silently. . He took off his glasses and recited a spell silently. Sure enough, the lenses were immediately as smooth as new, and his pretentious wiping blocked the sight of the two people opposite.
The boy's laughter stopped abruptly.
When he walked over from behind Harry carrying a dinner plate, what he saw was a completely invisible Muggle occupying the best position, staring at his friend with strange eyes.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, put down the plate with a snap, and pushed Harry aside, just in time to squeeze Harry out of the Muggle's direct line of sight: "Go, go, sit over there, move your Lazy ass.”
Harry moved and asked, "Did I save a seat for you?"
"I just want to sit here," he said, "come over quickly."
His arrival overshadowed the girl who had always been proud of her blond hair - but obviously the girl didn't mind very much, as her attention that was originally focused on Harry was immediately transferred to him.
"Are you friends?" The girl just opened her mouth to ask, but the boy asked the question a second before her, looking directly at Harry.
"It's like you don't have eyes." He said bluntly.
"We are from the outdoor adventure summer camp next door, and we share the same site with you this time." The boy licked his lips and said with a smile, "There are people like us there who are three years older than you and want to play with us. Want to play? We welcome babies like you to play with us."
"Baby?" He clicked his tongue, "Who are you talking about?"
"Isn't it?" The boy obviously didn't take him seriously, "We are all doing rock climbing, and you are still doing some low-level off-roading."
"Rock climbing?" Harry crooked his elbow, "Isn't it on our schedule?"
It was hard for him to hint at Harry by saying that he didn't know what rock climbing was.
"Rock climbing..." Harry's mouth twitched and he asked the boy, "Um...is your rock climbing wall artificial?"
"Of course you want to play with nature, although our teacher there doesn't like us doing this very much." The boy leaned forward a little, and it was obvious that he was more interested in Harry, "Want to come and play? As a veteran, I think You have good flexibility."
"Uh, no, thanks."
Harry adjusted his glasses, inexplicably feeling uncomfortable being looked at directly by him like this, "We have other things to do."
"Oh, please, don't. I heard that you are the best among these little guys," the blond girl nodded at him with a smile, "I have seen you train, you do it fast and well, you are really amazing."
"But he's stupid and annoying," a kid said as he walked by with a dinner plate, making a face. "It's like this place can't function properly without homework and training."
Harry was indifferent and didn't even blink. It wasn't the first time he heard such words, so he was very indifferent.
But someone obviously couldn't swallow this breath.
With a cold snort and a flick of his sleeve, an ice rat scurried across the ground. The child screamed that there was a rat and ran away. He did it very secretly, no one saw that it was him who caused the trouble, and other people's attention was not on him - and the ice mouse that ran past would melt in ten minutes due to the blazing summer sun. Lose.
"Don't listen to what others say," the blond girl comforted Harry after the commotion caused by the ice rat passed. "Only these little guys will care about these things, homework, etc., you can run farther than them all. Climb high, um... do you play ball?"
"He doesn't fight," because the girl reminded him of Elena and felt a sense of crisis, she said first, "he only likes to read books - so he becomes very sick as soon as winter comes."
"I really can't see that you are such a lack of exercise - hey, we can move freely tomorrow, and you should also be free," the boy said to Harry, "Want to try rock climbing? I guarantee you will fall in love with it, You can make yourself stronger through it." He also raised his arms in a powerful gesture.
Harry chuckled: "Really?"
"Really, do you want to touch it?" The boy pursed his lips, and the muscles in his arms bulged.
"Oh, let's see. With your speaking skills, even girls won't be fooled easily." He grabbed Harry first, "Have you finished eating? Leave after you finish eating!"
"Hey, wait--"
Harry was dragged away forcefully.
…
"I still took a few bites, but you didn't move." After taking a bite of the apple, Harry shook his head and sighed, looking so hungry that he wanted to swallow the crucible used to boil milk, "What's wrong with you?"
"That idiot over there wants to swallow you whole." He stared at him with a look that said, "I can't believe this guy is my friend." "You actually asked me what's wrong - if it weren't for me, you would really want to touch him." Muscles?!"
"Do I look like that person who is so envious of muscles that he wants to touch them?" Harry said, opening the potions book he brought and continuing to read, nonchalantly, "Besides, I don't quite understand your logic - I don't A girl."
"If you're not a girl, you can't ask a stupid Muggle to tease you." He aww and took a bite of the remaining banana.
Harry was a little embarrassed.
"How do you define the word 'teasing'?" He asked puzzledly, "This is... it's just a friendly conversation and a friendly invitation. Where do you get the word 'teasing'?"
"I also want to ask you how you define 'molesting'." He snorted coldly.
But as he said this, he knew in his heart that even if he opened this guy's head and looked at it, he probably wouldn't think that way.
"It's like," he said, "if bsie said to you, 'The cake in your hand looks so delicious. If possible, I really want to taste it, even if it's just a little bit of cream on your lips'... this It’s called teasing, so you must not give him the remaining cake in your hand at this time, because it means that you agree to be teased by him, and he will next-"
Harry: ".........s!! I'm not that stupid, thank you...for the vivid examples."
He silently mourned for bsie in his heart - even though the classmate had the impression of being so obedient and understanding of him, something still seemed wrong.
While nibbling on the third apple, he took out his tablet computer from his bag and looked up something. His mouth was bulging and he kept complaining: "Does he think that being strong like a bear means he is strong and excellent? Then we Quidditch Captain Qi can be considered excellent... I dare say that the first second he gets on the broom, he will be blown off by the wind due to lack of balance."
Harry's mouth twitched: "He doesn't need to get on the broom... By the way, what are you checking?"
"Rock climbing." said.
"Oh." Harry nodded casually.
After about a minute, I looked up and asked him: "Is there rock climbing on our schedule?"
Harry raised his head from the book, glanced at him, thought for a moment, and then answered firmly: "No. I answered this question for you just now when we were eating."
"That means that if we want to play that, we have to go to the venue next door?" he said slowly.
"Uh, yes - you want to play?" Harry said.
"Nothing - just asking!" He immediately denied.
No, no, no, no one would believe it. You were just asking - no, no one would believe it. Harry thought to himself. After all, it wasn't the first day we met him.
An exclamation mark is enough to give it all away.
Harry shook his head and continued to read. He took out his phone and started timing - he wanted to see how long it would take before he couldn't help but tell the truth.
What he didn't know was that he was texting Siri.
——Do you think rock climbing is a sport that shows your omnipotence?
Siri's reply came after a few seconds.
"...Your godfather said," he couldn't help but read out loud, "if I can climb to the top of the rock climbing wall, he will send us to travel abroad and buy whatever we want - what a joke, Why do I need to take you with me as a reward for what I have accomplished? And we are already in a damn foreign country!"
"It's your foreign country, not mine." Harry raised his head, a little confused, "-don't get excited, it's not me, uh, it's not me who's hitting you, but... are you sure you...?" You can do it?
He didn't finish the sentence, but the meaning was self-evident.
: "…………"
Dragging Harry along, he walked out.
Harry: "...What are you going to do?"
"I'll prove to you that I can do it." He said through gritted teeth, "I want to tell you that nothing can trouble an alfoy - as long as they want to, they can do anything."
…………
"Hey boys, what's up?"
After happily reviewing a dozen documents and asking the owl to send the dark old diary to Dumbledore, Siri called Harry's mobile phone and planned to have some leisure time. He was obviously very happy, and his tone of voice was different from when he met CI before.
"I'm doing something very troublesome." Harry said slowly while holding up the phone and tilting his head, "Siri, I'm thinking about something right now... Well, actually, I can't figure it out."
"What's up?"
"Siri, why didn't you stop him before going out?" Harry nodded his chin thoughtfully, "Don't rush to deny and say you don't know - you must have helped him, he can't report it on his own. There’s no way to prepare luggage for this summer camp.”
There are hundreds of gold galleons in his monthly pocket money, but it never lasts until the next month. Although Siri gave him an extra portion, even with double the pocket money, he is still a wizard. People who walk sideways.
Forget about signing up for summer camp, he might not even be able to pack his suitcase - although Hogwarts is a boarding school and requires students to be independent, the nature of summer camp is different!
Harry was originally prepared to clear out a box of extra things, but when he opened the box, he found that except for the horrendous amount of potions and double the amount of clothes, the contents of the box were actually quite suitable.
"Because it's unnecessary." Siri wanted to hum a tune, and didn't care that his nephew followed his godson out with his luggage. "He went home angrily because he found the summer camp application form you put on the table. After talking a lot of nonsense, we had some manly talk (Harry trembled when he heard this), and then I asked him, here is an opportunity, as long as you seize it, you can prove to Harry that you are not who he thought you were. Man—and he said yes.”
"That's it? Really just for this? What did I think? Did I say what I thought he was?" Harry was a little unconvinced, "You told him - wait, do you know about summer camps in the United States? ?”
"Oh, of course I understand," Siri laughed loudly, "I have been hanging out with Muggles for a long time, remember. Besides, if you just throw him somewhere to participate in activities where you don't know the details, my good cousin It’ll tear me apart.”
"I still don't understand." Harry sighed, looking up at the high rock climbing wall in front of him, "I thought I really understood it, but now I don't... don't quite understand it, Siri."
The artificial climbing wall is a bit high and not suitable for children under the age of fifteen - but for Harry, and for people with flexible hands and feet and a safety belt around their waist, it is not a particularly scary thing.
But despite Harry's dozens of previous persuasion, he was climbing the rock with his bare hands despite the inconvenience of the dark night - under the artificial light of only a few lamps, his end was naturally bleak, and Harry sighed every time he fell. He let the wind lift up his friend's fallen body, and cast a silencing spell to cover up the screams caused by fear.
This process is still going on - but Harry thought this matter should have ended ten minutes ago.
There was no magic potion, no safety rope, dark night... No matter what the factors were, it was very likely that Sapo stayed in the tent, but an hour had passed since they arrived here, except for the initial complaints and a series of sharp comments. He gritted his teeth and endured almost the whole process.
"Don't worry, he has a whole box of potions. As long as he doesn't fall off a cliff or say the Avatar against a wand, he'll be fine."
Contrary to Ci, Siri is very happy to see his nephew and godson playing together.
Therefore, he strongly agreed that his nephew and his godson would be inseparable wherever they went, and he was not afraid that his sister would scold him if he supported his nephew to go to summer camp.
Although, at first, Siri always felt that his kind and innocent godson would be tricked out of his pants by a traditional slyther, but now it seems that the reverse may be more realistic.
After living here for a while, he had poisonous eyes and was able to observe patiently. In the end, he came to the same conclusion as his cousin-in-law - this poor little dragon was about to fly to his best friend.
No one understands the pure-blood aristocratic family better than Siri, and no one understands better than him what kind of person will come out of such an education - Narcissa is spoiled, arrogant but soft-hearted; CI has grown up to be cunning since childhood, and his father's early death allowed him to turn the family into Seeing it is more important than anything else, but for the same reason, although he is extremely serious on weekdays, he is still his precious son, who can be regarded as obedient, and at the same time has a strong desire to control; he himself is considered an alien, Crazy and flamboyant, but compared to Re, he is really not a good person; as for Bel, oh, she can really do anything.
Compared to the crazy and arrogant previous generation, no matter how harsh his words were, he still walked towards Harry without turning around. He was simply an anomaly. I heard that he had clearly received orders from his father but still dropped the double-sided mirror. To express rejection, to be honest, Siri's jaw dropped.
There are more roundabout ways, better ways to express rejection, and others. For Alfoy, there are ways to take face of both sides into consideration, or to please both sides... But he just chooses to be so decisive. 's refused.
By his actions he was pleading with the Father and saying no - no, I won't do it, and please don't do it.
He really regarded Harry as a friend, not a date.
Siri couldn't help but smile when he thought of this. He took out a gold galleon and tossed it around, then asked on the phone: "Harry, I have to ask you a question."
"What?" Harry asked.
"Do you really think that little bastard is a...how should I put it, a weak coward?"
"How can it be?"
Harry immediately rejected this answer.
"What about willfulness? What about timidity? Do you think he is an unreliable person? Do you think he will have any bad intentions towards you?"
"Well... you can usually say that, but essentially, no."
Although Harry wanted to say yes, he still refused.
"He is a very reliable person to me." Harry said.
"Because he broke that two-way mirror at St. Mungo's?"
"Because when my broom malfunctioned at the beginning, he rushed to rescue me. At that time, I was thinking, well, what should I say...ah, it's like this, 'it turns out to be such a person.'" Harry slurped out. A small smile, "He's a little bastard but...he's not bad. He's my best friend."
"You think so, but he obviously doesn't think you think so." Siri said, "Do you know what he said when we chatted? He said that you were overly protective, that you sometimes didn't understand him, and that you always felt that you were better than him. .”
"Eh? I didn't..." Harry's brows knitted together. At this moment, from the corner of his eye, he saw him falling down again. He quickly recited a levitating spell before saying, "I didn't..."
He froze.
"Look, you said you didn't have one." Siri said with a smile.
"...But I am indeed better than him..." Harry said without confidence.
"——Are you even watching! Why do you have to make such a long call!" He started a new round of climbing. He put some magnesium powder on his hands, his face was covered with sweat, but he was still full of energy. Shout to Harry, "I can definitely climb more than half this time!"
"Let him throw it," Siri said, "so that he can remember the pain. He was so pampered before."
"I have confiscated all his potions." Harry said helplessly, "But now he insists on rock climbing... I think it is better to proceed step by step. He doesn't know why he insists on practicing rock climbing here right away... We even It was sneaking into the venue.”
"Listen, Harry, it's okay for a boy to beat him for a while." Siri said, "When he was a child, he could fall from a height of five meters while playing with a broom without crying, but your artificial rock climbing wall must not exceed ten meters, and it is safe. bring."
"...Okay, okay, Siri, I understand what you mean."
"Everyone in Alfoy's family is a control freak. They probably don't like the 'you run and I get' model." Siri happily pointed out this point, but at the same time he did not point out that "Alfoy is obviously Alfoy, but he is controlled by Harry." 'round and round' amazing facts.
"Hmm... I'm not sure I like being controlled." Harry thought for a while and suddenly said, "I'm going to die, Siri."
"Um?"
"I also want to try rock climbing." Harry said thoughtfully, "We should go up together - it is wrong for one person to protect the other and for one person to show off to the other."
As he said that, he hung up the phone, ran to find another climbing safety belt and a bag of magnesium powder that was not much left, and stood in front of the rock climbing wall when he was ready.
He had never done rock climbing either...but he felt that today would be a good start.
………………
I feel like I'm almost successful.
——But at the same time, he felt that he might not be able to hold on.
Specifically, this condition can be said to be... back pain, weakness in his hands and feet, chattering teeth, and his eyes were covered with sweat, making his vision blurry.
To put it bluntly, tired.
So tired.
——How many hours have I been climbing?
This question only now ran through his mind, making him feel that he had probably exhausted all his sanity.
So how long does it take to reach the top?
He remembered that he tried at least ten times... he fell down a lot at the beginning because his feet were unsteady, his hands were not strong enough, he was distracted because he looked back and complained... In short, he failed very quickly. But this situation changed after that. He climbed higher every time, and stood firmer every time... According to the plan, he should have reached the top.
Thinking of this, I raised my head hard and looked up - sure enough, I was only a few steps away from the top position.
He reached out and touched another handful of magnesium powder from the magnesium powder bag to absorb the sweat from his hands. He opened his hands and clenched them tightly, repeating this process a dozen times without taking a step.
...can he really climb to the top? If you fall down on the last step, you have to do it again——
Killed that idea immediately.
He didn't have the energy to do it again. Absolutely not anymore. This time the climb took an extra long time, draining almost all of his energy and stamina.
", hurry up and climb up."
...Did he experience auditory hallucinations as a result of over-squeezing his energy? Or is Harry Xavier's voice so loud?
Slowly turning his head, he looked at the horizontal straight line about five steps away - Harry was lying on the climbing wall in a not very good posture, and the safety belt around his waist looked like it was about to loosen.
"...When did you come up?" He was too tired to shout, so he muttered in a low voice, "Merlin, who is watching me from above!"
Wait, it's true, it seems that since about an hour ago, there has been no floating spell or anything else to support him or slow down his fall.
"What's the point of playing alone?" Harry scratched his face in embarrassment, "But my seat belt seems to be broken... It seems to have loosened halfway... So, do you want to think about it and quickly climb up and pull me up?" Bundle?"
"...You are obviously safer than me." After his mind slowly turned around for a few times, he came to this conclusion.
"Yes, but you won't die if you pull me, right?"
Harry urged, "Hurry."
He didn't know what happened to him - anyway, after hearing these words, he took a deep breath and climbed the last few steps easily, then carefully took Harry's rope and hand and pulled him He came up and wiped his sweat again, so that his eyes could look at each other carefully.
"...What did you do?" After seeing a scratch on the side of Harry's face and some bruises on his feet, he stabbed him expressionlessly, causing Harry to cry out "pain, pain, pain".
"I just feel like sometimes I can do these things well even if I don't have the ability."
Harry smiled and took his finger away, "It hurts. I'm not going to lie to you. Don't poke it."
He was not an expert in rock climbing, and he was very careless in the beginning. Even if he had a soft cushion to cushion him when he fell, he would still inevitably be injured.
"Come on, I pulled you up."
Said without giving any face.
"This is how friends should help each other." Harry said, thinking about how Peter usually hugged him, and stretched out his arm to carefully hug Peter's shoulders, but was despised by the latter.
"What's your posture?" She laughed at his slowly stretched out arm. She sat closer and put her arms around Harry's neck. "You act as carefully as a girl."
"If you keep talking, I will push you out of here." Harry joked, "We will know who looks like a girl after landing and rest - but I guess it will be impossible today. Well, we will probably have to do it tomorrow. asked for leave."
He could guarantee that they would be sore in the morning and not want to move.
"You should obviously be taking care of me down here." After taking a break after being extremely tired, he felt comfortable and couldn't help but smile. He said lazily and in a long voice, "Why did you come up all of a sudden? What are you thinking? ?”
"It's nothing?" Harry said and put his arms around your neck, "I just want to crawl with you."
"...I did it by myself." Suddenly he remembered the original intention of this matter, "I did it - your godfather can prepare gold galleons for us to travel. I want to buy some expensive ones Bring the collection back to school for display.”
"Then Siri is going to bleed heavily." Harry laughed.
"...I am much stronger than that strong Muggle man." He said suddenly and without logic.
Harry burst out laughing and his whole body trembled.
"The description of a strong man...seriously, do you really think I would want to touch his muscles? Really?"
"But he is really gay, you idiot!!!" He slapped Harry hard on the back of the head, "The way he looked at you made him want to... Damn, were you cleaning your glasses before? You took off your glasses, right?! I told you not to pick it off!”
"There's nothing wrong with being gay." Harry was already a little over-exerted and was dizzy when he slapped him, but he still smiled and replied, "My dad is gay. I don't think there's anything wrong with being gay...ah, wait a minute, I understand your point, but do you really think that? He has a beautiful blonde next to him, and there is no way he is interested in me. Are you really overthinking it? Really, is that why you are like this?"
"I can tell at a glance." He hummed a few times, then paused, and then looked at him in shock, "Wait a minute, your dad is gay? You never said it!!"
Harry asked him, "How did I introduce Wanda to you? Who did I say she was to me? She is Uncle Erik's daughter, but I introduced you like that."
She is my sister. Harry introduced it this way.
"...Oh." He replied, thought for a while, and then asked, "So you don't think there is any difference between being gay?"
"My dad always said that the important thing is who you love, not who and what you love." Harry shrugged, spread his hands and tilted his head, all in one movement, "Does it mean that Britain despises gays? Or does it mean that wizards don't like gays?"
"None of them." He puffed up his chest proudly when he said this, "We are different from Muggles - wizards have laws related to same-sex marriage."
"That's great. If I find a boyfriend like my father, at least I can get married in the place where I was born." Harry joked.
"Just don't be Bsie." He said dryly, "Don't be Weasley either. Not even Longbottom."
"Who knows what will happen in the future," Harry said, "Well, actually I think it's pretty good."
"——You might as well kill me."
Said dryly.
"Please, I'm thinking about my love path," Harry made a rare face, "Do you like it?"
"Then you'd better kill me." He said decisively, slamming his fist on his back, "You're only mentally ill to think she's a good candidate for your girlfriend——"
"Ahem, just kidding, just kidding." Harry didn't expect that it was rare for him to make a joke and the response would be so intense. "Then let's change the topic - to be honest, I want to know, why are you so persistent in climbing up? Why did you suddenly Did you do this?”
"Just do it if you want?"
Even after a few hours of killing, I couldn't remember how much impulse I had used in my life to commit suicide before climbing up. He is not a lion, he is a snake, a snake that likes comfort... But it seems impossible for him to swallow that breath at that time.
This feels very, very...amazing.
Rock climbing was tiring, very tiring, terribly tiring and his whole body ached now... But when he reached the top and pulled Harry up, he was indeed happy.
This was the first time he had such an experience.
"I just felt that I had to do it like this." He said decisively, "I couldn't swallow this breath, I had to do it for you - and then, sure enough, I can do it."
As if he felt that this momentum was not enough, he added another sentence that he usually talked about.
"I told you, Alfoy can do anything." He raised his chin and said proudly, facing the night sky and moonlight.
