Na is a very cute little girl.
——This is Harry's opinion.
d is an annoying girl with weird tastes.
——This is certainly my opinion. Although Na is only an eleven-year-old girl, she is surprisingly well-read. Except for some of the things she talks about that Harry has never heard of, she and Harry get along very well, and she is particularly good at magical animals. Knowledgeable.
In the Quidditch shop, I love Quidditch and can talk endlessly about Quidditch. After looking at broomsticks for a long time, I was shocked to realize that no one was paying attention to me. My good friend was talking to a new girl. They talked and laughed endlessly, ranging from why Mr. Mermaid is not a mermaid, to what is in the black lake in Hogwarts, to what is in the Forbidden Forest, but they put themselves aside.
Of course he felt unhappy - even more unhappy when he saw Harry smiling at Na.
But Na obviously doesn't need his opinion - her focus is not on them, or in other words, they are not her main target. After chatting for a while, the little girl grabbed Harry's clothes and asked softly in a voice as if he hadn't woken up: "I heard from dad that everyone must buy things with the company of their parents before school starts. "She paused, "Didn't Mr. Mermaid come to buy things with you? I thought he was your brother or friend..."
She is petite and needs to raise her head to look at the two boys. Her big, expectant eyes are as blue as a watery sea, and her childish and innocent face is upturned and motionless - these captured the little one in the family almost instantly. Harry's sister's voice made his voice softer by several levels unconsciously, causing a small 'bang' to be heard from the side.
"He didn't come with me, na," Harry said, bending down a little, with an unconscious smile on his face, "Ah, can I call you that? In short, Sean - he is the Mr. Mermaid you mentioned. My father's students usually stay in the United States, and, yes, that's right, he is my friend and brother."
Sean has almost grown up watching Harry, and has always been by Harry's side. It's not wrong to say that he is his brother.
"My name is Harry, Harry Xavier," he stretched out his hand to Na, "This is the first time I've met you."
"Hello, Harry. Of course you can call me Na. This is my first time seeing you." The disappointment on Na's face dissipated after a moment. She grabbed Harry's hand and looked at Harry with interest. He looked at the man next to him with his arms folded and snorted, "My father sometimes mentioned you and your friends. He said that you must have had an adventure, otherwise you would never be so close."
"No adventure," snorted coldly, "As if this is so strange, why do some idiots always think so? Or do some people just like to watch this drama?"
In Hogwarts, many people do regard them as a curiosity - an R and an Alfoy are friends! This is no more ordinary than a bck who was born in a Lion House a few decades ago. You have to know how many generations R and Alfoy have hated each other. The best generation is just that they are in-laws but not close to each other. People like Harry and Alfoy are inseparable. You won't see one for hundreds of years.
People who don't know the inside story have spread rumors that the two children must have had some adventures that made them so close, such as a night visit to the Forbidden Forest and escaping together, or encountering the Death Eater Wormtail who threatened Hogwarts, and the two of them uncovered the truth together... But Merlin, these None of it existed, let alone the beginning of their friendship.
"There is no such thing as an adventure," Harry turned his head and glared secretly, and looked at Na with a friendly smile, "I met in a bookstore - if the riot in the bookstore because of people watching me is called an adventure, then it is indeed something."
His eyes glanced at the small backpack on Na's chest: "Are you here to buy supplies for the start of school?"
Na nodded his head and didn't look angry at all: "My dad took me to buy some items. Later he said he had something to do and asked me to wait for him at the cold drink shop - I'm going to Hogwarts tomorrow. .”
Harry let out an 'oops' and asked in surprise: "Since your father asked you to wait at the cold drink shop, why are you here?" The cold drink shop is not that close to here, at least it is not opposite or diagonally opposite this store. The cold drink shop and Quidditch shop are both popular shops, and there is no intention to compete for business in the same territory for the time being.
Na blinked, shook her head and nodded. Harry didn't know what it meant, but she had a matter-of-fact look on her face, "Because I want to see Mr. Mermaid."
He twitched the corner of his mouth and slapped Harry on the back of the head: "Merlin, what else are you going to ask - she just got lost with you!"
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Mr. D almost wiped his sweat and thanked the two boys who took the girl back - the rendezvous process was a bit tortuous, but obviously this gentleman knew the secret of "if the child is lost, look for it and then go back to the place where it came from". Harry and the others finally led the girl to her father.
"I really don't know how to thank you," Mr. D was an enthusiastic gentleman. He held Harry's hand, sweat and tears dripping down his face. Harry could feel the cold sweat on his hands, "I just I have a daughter... Her mother is no longer here. If I lose her like this, I really don’t know what to do!"
When Harry heard the words 'Mom is gone', he felt even more pity for the girl. He reached out and touched the girl's forehead - he was actually not much taller than the girl. He looked like a big baby touching a small baby, but the girl looked He seemed to be enjoying it very much, and he rubbed the boy's palm with his eyes narrowed like a cat.
He looked miserable and wanted to say something, but when he thought that he would soon be a brother and have a little sister (it must be a sister), he felt a little more, um, loving than before.
So in the end, he said nothing except a sigh and a subtle look at Harry.
Before leaving, Na waved to them and looked at Harry seriously: "Will Mr. Mermaid come to take you to school tomorrow?"
"I'll let him come." Harry waved to her and said with a smile, "Na, can you come and play with me in the car tomorrow?"
"I will." Na nodded obediently. Unlike Na, Na is a relatively quiet child. Whether it is the soft tone of his words or the way he walks slowly due to unsteady steps like a toddler, they are all very different from the bouncing Na. It made Harry feel very strange.
Afterwards, the two boys sat down at the cold drink shop and ate ice cream. They picked up a spoonful of vanilla ice cream and put it into their mouths while asking sourly: "Why, do you think this little girl with terrible taste is better than yours?" Na' is cute? Do you like her so much?"
Harry found this question puzzling: "Why do you think so?"
"You like that D so much," he said while deepening his frown, "I've never seen you smile so brightly at any girl in school!"
"Na is so cute," Harry said dumbfounded, "and I think we can chat very well - why can't I smile at her? And why do you think that I...uh...how do you think, 'I think Na is better than Na' cute'?"
"Is not it?"
"No one is cuter than Na." Harry thought for a moment and emphasized again, "No one."
Holding a spoon in his mouth, he almost pinched flies with his eyebrows: "...I really don't understand you."
"But this doesn't mean that Na is not cute," Harry explained seriously, "but really, in my heart, Na is still cuter."
He showed an expression of understanding...but for some reason, he immediately showed an expression of 'look at you and you said Na is not your little girlfriend'.
Harry twitched the corner of his mouth helplessly and picked up the book list in his bag: "I'm warning you, don't make trouble - let's see, we still have a lot of things we haven't bought..."
The rest of the time was used by them to purchase things for the start of school - it's not that others can't help them purchase these things, but they always buy some things by themselves, so they feel confident. At least Harry is this kind of person. He did the math carefully. After all, there are a lot of potion materials used for experiments, the parchment used for writing papers is also used up, and the books I bought last time are finished and I need new books... In short, I can't do it without buying them.
And he just walked around with him boredly - it's not very accurate to say that, because his vision is so vicious that even Harry can't stand it. The result of being trained by Snape since childhood is that he is so stable and ruthless that he can buy a box of the same price. He can pick out the best quality potion materials at a glance, and he can even tell the approximate quality of some alchemical ores by feel. Even if some cunning bosses use some methods such as lighting to cover up flaws and unclear introductions, Small tricks such as mixing poor quality products with good ones and reducing the price of certain items did not faze him.
According to him, as long as you don't go to the shops in Knockturn Alley where you don't know the details, these ordinary shops can't be hidden from his eyes at all. With Harry by his side, he could avoid some hidden disadvantages that ordinary students would inevitably suffer.
In the end, Harry carried a bunch of things and went home, back to No. 12 Grimmauld Place. He just didn't dare to go home, so he had nowhere to go back except his uncle's house.
——At this time, he had completely forgotten about the ghost that scared him so much that he almost lost his mind before going to the summer camp.
Harry also forgot about this - he was so happy that he was finally home! ! !
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Before being disturbed, Charles was enjoying a rare and pleasant nap.
The sun is very warm, but the shade of the trees blocks most of the heat, making people almost want to collapse in that cool place immediately, not to mention that there is an ice pad and a lounge chair under Charles, and the ice pad will never get hot. So soft as hell. He lay on it, listening to Erik's gentle voice reading him his favorite book, about the history of magic - this was his new love, what could be more attractive than the history of a real magical world - occasionally He can also drink a few sips of ice-cold butterbeer, a gift from Siri, which is also his new favorite in summer. Adding some fresh apple cider is more to his liking, and it is very refreshing. Every time these cold liquids slide into his throat, he feels his whole body They all express the word comfort.
This kind of afternoon can be said to be completely pleasant - the heat and noise are completely isolated from the shade of the trees, and the courtyard is so big that no one would want to come in and disturb them.
Erik subconsciously rubbed his chin while reading to him. While reading, he silently considered whether goblins and elves were the same species... Not long ago, at Charles's request, he shaved his beard completely, but he rubbed his stubble. The habit remained.
At this moment, he occasionally raised his eyes and saw his twin son spinning around with something in his arms, rushing towards this side while spinning around.
Erik had a premonition that the thing would be thrown away by him in the end.
But when Peter came closer, this idea disappeared - no matter how unreliable he was, he would never throw Harry away. Never, Harry was his beloved little brother, and he would always hold him like a doll. Holding him still, he wouldn't let Harry be thrown away and bruised.
Therefore, Erik touched the forehead of Charles who was leaning against him with his lips: "Charles? Look what Peter is carrying back."
"Did he go fishing again?" Charles didn't open his eyes, humming a comfortable sound from his throat, "And he came back with a big fish?"
Eric rarely laughed.
"Unless you think your son is a mermaid."
Charles immediately opened his eyes, put his hands on Eric's shoulders and sat up - this gesture made Eric feel heartbroken every time, but he decided that this would never be forever - his eyes searched spontaneously and quickly locked on Peter rushed towards the figure running in circles (at a constant speed, otherwise Harry would really be thrown away), and opened his arms and embraced him.
r was very considerate. He then held Harry and spun him around a few times, with his feet flying in the air, and then with a squeak, he dropped the boy into Charles's arms.
"——Peter!! My stomach is about to be thrown out by you!" Harry said dizzily. The next second, Charles slapped him on the forehead twice, making his ears red with embarrassment. "Dad !do not do that!"
"How long has it been since I last saw you? You still won't let me kiss my son's face?" Charles couldn't help pinching his son's little face, "My dear Harry, you played abroad and even forgot to come home. ——You don’t even have video calls with me, and you even have to go to school tomorrow!”
This accusation is exactly the same as what Aunt Narcissa said. Harry couldn't help but think.
Harry was shy for a few seconds. Even though Uncle Eric was next to him and Peter was watching, he couldn't help but hug his father back and put his face on his father's neck. He felt as if he had shrunk in age magically as soon as he returned home. , began to think of home endlessly, even though he was at home now, even though he hadn't boarded the Hogwarts Express yet.
"I miss you so much," he muttered in a low voice.
"We miss you too, sweetheart," Charles grinned as wide as possible. He measured it with his palms and found that Harry had grown a lot taller after being out for half a month. He felt extremely happy, so he patted Harry's hand comfortingly. Back, "Welcome home, son."
"I brought back a lot of gadgets," Harry buried his face in his neck, reluctant to part with him. It was rare for him to act coquettishly after he was ten years old. "They are all very interesting - there are walking star models, and Telescopes that can record video can see high-speed movements very clearly and can also be played back. There are chocolates that can talk and dance. They are said to have beautifying effects. This is a specialty of the French wizarding world..."
Harry talked incessantly in his father's arms. Every time Charles said something, he said, "That's great." Until Erik felt that this was too long and took Harry out of Charles' arms with a glance Li caught it like fishing.
"You don't even talk to me so much, don't you look like me? I think about you every day and you don't miss me, Harbao!" Peter flattened his lips deliberately in grievance, but everyone could see that he was happily No, he passed under the boy's arms and hugged him, turned around and ran towards the house, "Come on, let's talk about your gadgets -"
"But I haven't finished talking to Charles yet—"
"Shh, let's talk about that night... no, no, not at night. If you disturb the adults at night, you will get kicked by a donkey!"
Charles stretched his neck slightly and looked over, and saw Wanda giving her brother a blow, freeing Harry, and arranging his messy hair with both hands.
"I really hope the vacation can be longer." Charles murmured.
Erik put an arm around him.
"You might as well say you really hope they grow up slower," Erik said deliberately. "When they grow up, they will move out."
Charles immediately gave him a horrified look.
Erik couldn't help but corrected with a smile: "Of course they won't move out. The family has such a big house, which is enough for family members to count down several generations."
"That's right," Charles sighed, "otherwise, what would we do with such a big house?"
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In a certain room in Hogwarts, even though it was summer, the fire in the fireplace was still burning extremely brightly. The whole room was stuffy and hot, and it was basically impossible for a normal person to stay here for even ten minutes.
But naturally he is not a normal person. He walked smoothly through the door and sat down opposite the owner of the room without even a pause. His posture was elegant and his movements were smooth. If he hadn't taken a sip from the cup of hot tea in front of him, anyone would have thought that he wasn't hot. .
"Congratulations on switching to Potions this year," Is raised his tea cup as gracefully as he raised a wine glass. "Snape has held this position for many years and finally got his butt off."
The owner of the room, who was completely shrouded in a cloak, remained silent, as if he was deaf or the other person was deaf.
"Don't be so cold," is said. "Even if you oppose my actions, so what? Even if you ruin my plan, so what? People like us will never do it because of something." I cut off contact with capable people because of things - at any rate, we met a few times five years ago. I believe we had a good impression of each other at that time. I also always thought that you would not be my enemy. He won't be an enemy of the family." At the end of the sentence, he sighed in a mocking way, as if the person who was indifferent to his nephew was not him.
"You are doing a stupid thing." He finally said, "What good does this do to you?" This was not a question, but a statement, and they all understood it.
"You have always been a visionary person," is said, "but you have also always been a person who doesn't get involved - this matter can't be done, and it won't be good for you."
"You want to step on two children to reach your goal." He said, "I can't stand this kind of behavior."
is raised a finger and shook it again and again.
"No, no," he shook his head and said with interest, "I know what you are like, you are not a warm-hearted person - did my plan inadvertently step on your weakness? Or is there such a person? , will you be implicated because of this matter?" He thought, and then became more interested, "But all the information in my hand shows that you have no relatives, and you have no unnecessary stories with our savior boy - could it be Do you really like him? But he's not the best in class."
"He'll be the best one." He tapped his fingers on the table rhythmically, "But it's none of your business."
"No, no, there must be people and things I haven't discovered. You don't love rights, and you don't love secrets..." is said softly, "What is it? I'm really curious. You even squeezed out Snape this semester, but let a idiot occupy your seat. What do you want to do? What is your purpose?"
"You are not a paper. I have to answer whatever you ask." He said in a sinister tone, "If this is the purpose of your visit, you can go out."
is laughed and stood up, walking backwards and walked out. He shook his head and showed a subtle smile. The voice was very soft, but the content was terrifying.
"Don't let me find such a person, or such a thing," is said, "Don't let me know that a person like you still has such a warm soft spot in his heart - how ridiculous is this, isn't it? Such a joke I don't want to keep watching." He suddenly scratched his throat with his hand, "If I find out, I will help you make this joke happen, you're welcome."
