"So - your name is Harry."
Loki said slowly, "What does this mean?"
"Um," Harry drank the red tea, and was a little bit at a loss when he was asked this question so unexpectedly, "Um, I don't know, it's the name given by my parents... It's very common, it's a very common name. I guess it means nothing."
"Oh, I thought it meant 'devil'," Loki said softly, "Your parents...oh, speaking of it, it seems that my brother hasn't visited your wife yet," he looked at it with interest. He looked at Harry, seeming to be somewhat attracted to his green eyes, which made Harry shudder inexplicably, "He boasted to me when he came back, what a kind and handsome gentleman your father is."
"My parents have passed away," Harry was a little unhappy, but still talked about it simply, "My father took me home when I was one year old. I'm sure this is not a common thing in the United States, Mr. Loki . Well, and, he is in a relationship. I think if you don't mind, you can visit my two male hosts in the future." At the end of the words, I felt hard, obviously feeling that the man in front of me was too frivolous and frivolous. Don't know how to respect.
Harry knew that some places would despise same-sex love, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with it at all, so his attitude was quite open and he didn't want to see others do anything contemptuous. Such words were enough to warn the other party, even if Even if you are prejudiced against same-sex love, please have superficial respect.
"No, no, no," the chuckle at the corner of Loki's mouth widened, and he said in a relaxed tone, "Don't think I mean any disrespect - in fact, I think your family is very good like this," he said , "Family love that is not related by blood but is connected, yes, really good. Let me put it this way - you have no prejudice against love between same-sex people."
"Isn't it important whether you love or not love?" Harry's face became a little hot after saying this, but he still insisted, "How much you love your... lover, my father loves his lover. There is no difference between them.”
"I don't have a lover," Loki said softly, as if he was afraid of waking a sleeping child. "I don't have that kind of thing - no one loves me."
"Are you kidding? Your brother obviously loves you very much." Harry felt that the other person's tone when he said this was like a child. He adjusted his glasses and secretly guessed that the brothers might be at odds with each other. "I guess we He didn’t eat any of the puddings sent to him, but gave them all to you—because you liked them, and he even came to ask for the recipe.”
"You shouldn't have given him -" the man's face turned livid for a moment, then returned to his normal state, "That was a nightmare - he desecrated the kitchen -"
"But that proves that he loves you." Harry smiled slightly, knowing that this man did not like to discuss issues about his brother, so he tried his best to bring the topic to this aspect, "Otherwise, why would he do his best for you? Something I’m not good at.”
"He's equally attentive to his girlfriend," Loki said. "He's proud of her achievements - that's love."
After saying that, he changed his leg and raised it up, licking the powdered sugar on his fingertips. Harry could vaguely see the sharp canine teeth in the other person's mouth, and a trace of ridicule flashed across his face quickly, which Harry was keenly aware of.
Is it true that you actually want to compete with your brother's girlfriend? Harry's expression was complicated. He couldn't understand this mentality very well. Is this a unique trouble between brothers?
Harry was even a little scared - could it be that when Peter had a girlfriend, he would become like this? That's too scary.
Harry felt that he probably didn't like the other party very much - although he was well received, the other party was obviously not a cordial person. Even the continuous words of 'nice' he just said sounded cold, like steel balls dropped on the ice. There was a chill on his face, and even the smile that was always on his lips didn't seem to come from any joy. Harry could detect this.
This man looked at him as if he were looking at a fun toy, teasing him, talking to him, giving him some refreshments, and then he could pass the time for a while... For other children, this may not be a loss, but Not with Harry, he couldn't stand this.
Fortunately, as if God heard the boy's unhappiness, the door opened in the corridor outside the living room. Harry heard the thunderous laughter of the young brother and Nina's giggle, and breathed a sigh of relief. He stood up: "Thank you for your hospitality - my sister is back, so it's time for me to say goodbye."
Loki chuckled, unmoved, and pursed his lips at the door, indicating that Harry could leave. Then he watched the boy step out of the living room with a smile.
Then he counted three times.
"Three, two, one...oh."
Loki stood up slowly and walked out of the living room, "It's almost done."
"...Wha...what?! Why is there a pit here?!"
Harry's voice came from the corridor, sounding shocked.
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Harry covered his butt in shock, unable to believe what had just happened - Nina was already not far away from him. He smiled and stepped over. He stepped on the empty space in less than a second, and then almost hit her. His butt fell into eight pieces - if he hadn't caught himself in time before landing, he might have cracked his butt.
Not only that, when the pain really came, the voices of the little girl and the young man also disappeared without a trace, as if Harry woke up from this pit that was about the height of a group of people, and everything else It's all his dreaming.
"Why is there a pit here?!" Harry even pinched himself hard, "God, I-I'm not dreaming!"
"Of course it's because I dug a hole here."
The man who was undoubtedly the culprit appeared half-body from the hole, and sighed softly in a gentle tone that pitied the trapped prey, "Silly boy, can't you even distinguish an illusion?"
Harry was going crazy - why would someone dig a hole in his house? ! It’s still such a deep hole!
But something is wrong! He is myopic, yes, but he is not blind! He can guarantee that before he takes a step, the floor in front of him is absolutely flat, without any flaws!
So is it really like the man said, this is an illusion? But what technology can achieve this?
Harry was puzzled.
As a result, the man was still sighing: "It was originally prepared for my brother - I have to find another one soon. Although he is reckless and stupid, he is always very sensitive to the illusions I make. I have to find another way. Really Headache."
"Oh, I forgot, children are afraid of the dark."
After saying that, without even moving his fingertips, Harry felt that the originally dark pit lit up. This may have been his thoughtfulness, but Harry was not grateful to him at all. Instead, he stared at the wall dumbfounded. floating flames.
"You know—you know magic?!" Harry said eagerly, "Why do you want to lock me here!"
"I didn't mean to lock you here, but what you asked was actually the question I wanted to ask." Loki looked down at him from a height, with an almost innate sense of superiority, "Boy, can you Learn magic?"
"I don't understand what you're talking about," Harry immediately decided to lie. This man definitely had bad intentions. "If you did this trap and you don't want to lock me up, why don't you - at least bring me a rope to lock me up?" Get rescued!"
"I told you a long time ago that I'm boring," Loki squatted next to the pothole and played with his black hair. "I've seen people playing with small sticks and wearing robes coming in and out of your house - tell me, that's Are there any magical people here? For example, people who say they are representatives of the United Kingdom?"
Everyone at the British Ministry of Magic should retake Charms. Harry thought this through gritted teeth.
The Ministry of Magic usually casts a 'Not Attention Me' spell when they visit, as well as a Muggle Expelling Curse. Obviously, the British Ministry of Magic's spells are not available anywhere.
"I really don't know what you're talking about, sir," Harry insisted. "What answer do you want? If you want to hear the answer you want from me," he acted like a prank. Yes, just like Draco usually does, he stomps his feet, pouts and gnashes his teeth, "Then you say something and I will follow suit! Just let me out -"
"While you were acting stupid, did you notice the depth of this pit?" Loki looked down with interest, "If it were an ordinary child, there would be no way he would be safe."
Harry's voice stopped suddenly, and his mouth tightened into a tight line, almost subconsciously reporting his estimated depth as if answering a question in class.
It's more than three to five meters, close to four meters. If an adult falls, he may be lucky enough to only get a scratch. A minor like him will at least break his leg.
He sighed in annoyance, but he never relaxed and gritted his teeth: "It's just that I'm lucky - maybe the second time I fall, I won't be so lucky! You - how can you do such a thing! "
"I'm bored, and I'm happy, and I can do it," Loki said frankly, "I just did it, little guy, and if you continue to stay down there, you won't even be able to hit me with your fist in anger. "
His voice even rose when he said this, and he seemed a hundred times happier than before.
"How did I get up here?" Harry really wanted to talk to him letter by letter, "I! And! I can't! Fly!"
"Then you stay here." Loki said, "If you don't use magic to come up, I will kick you down again."
Harry felt embarrassed - he could get up without magic. But if this man keeps squatting next to him, it is impossible for him to just walk away. If this man goes around shouting, "Xavier's little boy is a magician" and so on, this will undoubtedly attract inquiries from the United States Ministry of Magic. If If their memory canceller fails to spell it, things may get out of hand.
"I really don't know any magic," Harry said with a pleading look. "That day, a theater actor came to our house to rehearse a play - my father occasionally writes scripts. Seriously, please let me go!"
What he didn't know was that the more he insisted on his statement, the happier Loki looked at it, as if he was watching a comedy - a long time ago, the boy had drawn out his wand and put it against his back, But after this memory was erased by Loki with a wave of his hand, the boy's behavior of thinking that denying it would be useful succeeded in making him laugh.
Loki took out a piece of paper - a very common kind, the kind that you can buy a dozen for one cent, and it was full of words. He threw the papers into the hole. The papers seemed to be alive and fell into Harry's hands. It reminded him inexplicably of Draco's paper cranes.
He really shouldn't have argued with Draco. Harry felt a little regretful. If he hadn't intentionally avoided Draco and went home often, he wouldn't have fallen into Draco's trap today.
"What is this?" Harry asked, flipping the papers, "There are words I can't understand written on them."
"Some tips," Loki said softly, "Some gifts. I want to teach you some magic so that you can become even more powerful than you are now, without the magic of that ridiculous little stick."
"Are you kidding me?" Harry was startled. This kind of words really sounded like a liar, but he still maintained an "are you kidding me" expression on the surface and said, "I am a human, how can I learn?" magic."
He showed an interesting smile to Harry, and his sitting posture became more casual, with his legs even hanging in the air over the pit. The flames floating inside and the scattered lights that appeared at some unknown time illuminated his backlit face.
To be honest, his appearance can be called handsome, but it also makes him always look so gloomy. Superiority and arrogance appear on his face at the same time. As the corners of his mouth are raised, the T-shirt on his body is clearly revealed. Nothing can be covered up.
"Oh, human beings can always surpass their own limits." Loki pursed his lips, tsked a few times and shook his head. He stretched out his hand, and a ball of flame appeared out of thin air on his hand. "Don't you want to know why you stepped on it?" Go into this hole? That is an illusion I made. What you see with your eyes is not the same as the real thing, but it is so realistic that even you think it is real. Don’t you want to learn this technique? Look, We are all human beings who can learn magic, and if I can do it, you should be able to do it too."
I don't know why, but Harry's description of this technique sounds a bit familiar. But this was just a passing thought in his mind, and he didn't think about it deeply.
"If you insist on letting me try, I won't really refuse, but why do you have to use this method? If you want to teach me something out of good intentions, then... you shouldn't use this method!" Harry held the pile of papers and accused.
"This is purely related to my mood," Loki said happily, "and I think it's more interesting - if you don't learn the magic I taught you, I won't let you come up."
"This is a dead end!" Harry shouted upwards, "I don't know magic, I can't learn it, and if I can't learn it, you won't let me up!! But the condition for you to pull me up is to learn magic. ...This, this is an endless cycle, don’t you think, sir?”
"This won't be a dead end," Loki said happily, even throwing a few chocolates to the boy in a good mood and giving away the remaining donuts. "Do you need tea? You can learn at the same time. Enjoy, and I will wait here for you to come out successfully."
No oil or salt enters.
Harry sat down frustrated.
"You win," Harry said, "but before you start doing this useless work, what I want to ask is - what is your purpose? You don't look like the kind of person who helps others at all."
"Oh, about this, I think I've said it before," Loki's green eyes were full of slyness, "I'm bored - I need someone different from my brother to fill my time."
"This is really boring behavior, sir," Harry commented. "There are so many things for you to play with, but you think... it's fun for me to fall here and be forced to study by you?"
"I - can't go out from here." Loki told him gently, "My brother doesn't allow it."
So the man invited himself to be a guest. Harry suddenly understood.
"But that doesn't make sense - he's not at home right now, you can go out if you want," Harry said confused.
"You don't want to know what method he used to stop me from going out, boy." Loki poured himself a cup of tea. The black tea moisturized his lips and turned them red, making his pale and cold handsome appearance look even more beautiful. Little Color said, "In short, he just restricted my freedom to let me stay here quietly. But you can also see that I am bored. I must do something, otherwise I will die."
"Do you mean you will die if you are bored?" Harry asked him in a slightly accusatory voice. He felt that this was like a person who was bored and waiting for the food to be served, not even letting go of the decorative fruit on the next table. Take a few bites.
"Yes, that's right, that's what it means."
Loki nodded happily.
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Very strange.
When Wanda took off her headphones, she realized something: the door had been opened once and locked again.
She thought someone was back and didn't pay much attention. She just quietly read a book with her headphones on. But - no one's footsteps sounded for a long time.
And now think about it, if who came back, why did you relock the door?
She frowned and walked to a clock in the living room. It was a gift from Sirius. It was said that it was copied from a friend's home and could locate the location of their family members.
On the antique clock's hands, I saw that Peter, Erik, and Nina's three hands were out, followed by a series of numbers that were clearly far away. The number "Charles" showed school, and she was at home.
Only Harry, the data behind his pointer clearly showed that he was only a few dozen meters away from home... But except for the tiny data jump, he didn't move any further.
——Then the question comes. What is he doing?
Wanda decided to go out and take a look.
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"Is something wrong?"
The person who opened the door to Wanda was a man that Wanda didn't see often. In Wanda's impression, he had a burly brother with blond hair and blue eyes. This does not mean that she paid much attention to him, but she had to say that she had definitely seen this man somewhere, or she had seen someone similar to him.
Erik and Charles pay great attention to their adult daughter. If the young man next door comes to visit and asks for some recipes or something, they will usually send Wanda away before opening the door. Firstly, because she is very beautiful, and secondly, she is probably already there. He was on SHIELD's wanted list, and although the Muggle expulsion spells that were occasionally removed were useful, Charles believed that he could not exclude even his neighbors because of secrecy, as this would attract more attention.
"I saw my brother when I came back, but he didn't come home." Wanda was wearing a red coat. She was a cold and cold beauty with a cold and strange temperament that made people shy away. The man opposite her was not impressed at all, "Maybe you don't see him often. He is a boy with black hair and green eyes. So, has he come here to visit?"
"No," Loki lied out very easily, without turning his green eyes, "just as you know, ma'am, I haven't even seen your brother much, and I don't remember what he looks like. Maybe he went somewhere to play. ?”
Wanda narrowed her eyes slightly, and her tone was as gentle as the other person: "Really? But I think he is here."
"What answer do you want?" Loki said elegantly.
"I don't listen to the answer..." Wanda said softly, "I want my brother back."
"There is no brother of yours here." Realizing that the visitor was unkind, Loki chuckled instead. He took a few steps back, crossed his arms casually, and made way for him. "If you can find him, please?"
Wanda walked in unceremoniously. Except for the noise they made, the room was silent. Everything was quietly in its place, and there seemed to be no place to hide anyone.
"How?" Loki said.
Wanda looked at him with an unfriendly expression and was about to speak when there was a bang and a cough. Harry appeared in the living room not far from them. She was looking up to prepare for the second transfer when she saw them.
The smile on Loki's face stopped abruptly.
The boy's hurried expression turned into surprise after seeing Wanda: "——Wanda?! How did you know I was locked up here?"
Wanda didn't hesitate at all now. She turned around suddenly, her tone increased, and her anger was clearly revealed: "You are locking up my brother."
"What a shame," Loki shook his head and sighed, "I obviously wanted to play some more."
This time Wanda didn't say a word, she directly raised her hand.
The most discerning red light flew out of her hand quickly and shot straight towards Loki!
