"...Nott that damn guy started to fight against me again, as if this is the meaning of his life, but I have to say, a truly smart person will not spend precious time arguing with his little moves..." Harry I silently read the letter in my hand and thought about it for a while. The portrait of Gryffindor in the following paragraph was so noisy. I really wanted to send him to say hello to Granger, the know-it-all, so that they could say hi to each other together. At least leave it to me. After taking a breather, he folded it up, tapped his fingertips, and the writing inside slowly became lighter.
The portrait sleeping next to him was unconscious, and he didn't know what kind of letter he had missed.
Harry then picked up the second piece of paper and read it - the same eloquent piece of paper, but unusually without any perfume - and found that Draco had also marked the key points for him to study at the back, asking him to consult more with the great and wise Lord. ', and 'Don't look for Felton', and every letter must have 'How is your injury? When can my uncle let me come over to see you?', and 'When can you go back to school? 'Such words seem to be reaching the limit of endurance.
Harry skipped this paragraph quite calmly - similar paragraphs every day did not bring him any freshness.
It's not that he ruthlessly missed the long sentences written by the other party, but that the days of recuperation were really boring. Salazar was responsible for giving him lessons, Felton was responsible for giving him potions and telling him, 'This is not allowed and that is not allowed', and Charles and Erik were responsible for doing some 'adult negotiation' on this matter, so Harry still longed for Draco every day. As for letters, I really don’t want to read repetitive content.
What he didn't know was that if Erik's face wasn't as blue as something, the idols he dreamed of might be lining up in front of his bed to visit him. The twelve-year-old boy was lovable and cute enough. Innocent, so the visit can be said to be between Loki and Thor. Let's put it this way, the aftermath of the family conflict, yes, what's wrong with this little guy who was swept away by this thing? Thor came up with this idea. He knows how much the boy likes his friends. There are more than one cabinet filled with soldiers in Xavier's house. Lego bricks with the same theme are still put together and placed in the living room. That's Harry Ten Year old masterpiece.
Charles thought this would make Harry happy, and originally planned to agree, but Sirius and Erik strongly rejected the proposal. Erik felt it was close to charity, and Sirius even looked disdainful.
"I will not allow anyone who hurts my godson to enter my house." Sirius was more arrogant and casual than the cold Erik, "not even accomplices."
"How many times do I have to say it before you understand that I, we, and Loki are not accomplices at all?" Tony was a little dissatisfied with this statement, "We save the world, Loki destroys the world-"
"Oh, that's great. Please stay away from my Harry," Sirius said immediately. "I can't let Harry save the world himself because he admires heroes like you."
After saying that, he even turned around and left, more impatient than any contractor Tony had ever seen.
It's not like he hasn't watched the news. He has also fought against Death Eaters, but that is different. It can be said to be a factional war or a racial war, between those who are pro-purebloods and those who are pro-Muggles, or perhaps It was a war caused by the old aristocratic faction who wanted to dominate. If the Dark Lord hadn't become more and more like a madman - and now it turns out that he was indeed mad - maybe the British wizarding world would still be in the relationship between two factions. What about the situation of containment?
He did some work for Dumbledore, not because he wanted peace in Britain, but because he wanted Harry to never encounter the deadly danger of the Dark Lord again.
Erik was a little surprised, but Charles knew exactly why Sirius said this - Regulus's self-sacrifice in order to defeat the Dark Lord shocked his brother, but also left him with enough psychological shadow, maybe in his bones. The blood is still 'Slytherin's selfish blood'. Compared with the safety of the world, he is always more worried about his precious godson, his brother, and his family.
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This is how the fourth conversation came to an end.
Tony laid himself down on the high-end sofa and rewarded himself with fine wine. When someone stood behind him or behind his sofa, he did not blink or look back.
"The other party's attitude is still as bad as the legend says?" the man asked standing behind him.
It has been Tony who has been negotiating all along, because Tony knows that the other party does not want to see an agency representative who speaks in a bureaucratic tone, not at all.
"Bad? No, not at all, normal paternalistic anger."
Tony was not moved at all, "But building a harmonious relationship that Fury wants may be more difficult to achieve."
"Why are the higher-ups so cautious?"
The man took the wine from Tony's hand and handed him a glass of water that he didn't know where it came from. "Wine will only give you more headaches and won't relieve you of stress."
"Wine can relieve stress. It has always been a man's good partner," Tony said. "High-end wine is a lover...well, Loki actually did make a big mistake. That child is not an ordinary person. Last time After thor told me, I looked into it and found out that the person who picked out the house for them was supposed to buy a lottery ticket."
"Buying lottery tickets? You mean he's lucky?"
"You can say so." Tony said quickly while closing his eyes to rest, "First of all, his good father——"
"I've seen that one, and it's in the database. His actions ten years ago were admirable." The man said.
"Yes, but at the same time, his mutant students are not involved in anything," Tony said, "Of course this is because they are still children... In short, they are a very low-key group, and the one who is in trouble is his lover - —God knows how they became lovers, as if they were not the ones who faced each other ten years ago."
Although the two people did not wear rings on their hands, since each other's children have become brothers and sisters and they are still living together, do they still need to say something?
"Oh, of course, love, you know it is undoubtedly love without asking." Tony immediately said, "It's just that this development is a bit slow - as far as I know, they were on a secret mission earlier. teammates."
"Some love needs time to ferment." The person standing behind him said, "This is not uncommon at all."
"No, no, no, look at the video of them in front of the president ten years ago," Tony said, "I would rather believe that their love lasts long enough, and what they need to ferment is the courage to get back together."
"How much trouble is his lover in?"
The voice of the person behind him revealed some confusion.
"Arms, commerce, intelligence... seems to be involved in education? In short, the infiltration is very scattered, but it cannot be ignored," Tony said. "He has a powerful female subordinate. It is said that she is extremely beautiful but very difficult to deal with. Fury's informant Often I can't break through to her, her code name is White Queen, she was born into a noble family, and although her father is still alive, she manages a considerable business for him."
"It's a headache to put it this way," the man said.
"What interests me and Fury even more is that this boy is a special case - he is a wizard." When Tony said this, he rubbed his palms excitedly, "Do you know how difficult this area is? The United States is even more difficult to deal with than the people above. The American wizarding field is almost impregnable and they absolutely stand by and watch. A few years ago, there were even non-top people who doubted the existence of this species... But I heard that this boy has some connections with the British side. , it’s much easier to talk in the UK than here.”
"...Wizard? Which one are you talking about?" The man asked slightly uncertainly after a period of silence, and at the same time a little unbelievable, "I thought it was a fairy tale?"
"Hmm... Generally speaking, the kind that rides a broom and makes soup out of dead people's bones?"
Tony raised his eyebrows slightly, reached out and turned the person behind him, and replied, "Are you excited, Captain America? This little wizard is your biggest fan! Did you ever let the wizard appear in your fairy tale dreams when you were a child?"
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When Draco was called to Felton's office, even though he had been mentally prepared, his teeth were still chattering.
Before going to the office, he rummaged through the boxes and found the walnut box, picked out all the defensive accessories from the list, and compared them one by one, wishing he could embark on this possible road of death with jewels. , so as to save a small life.
Godric looked at him and shook his head dumbfounded, reminding him: "Hey, hey, he will sign a contract before becoming a formal professor. He can't recite Avada Kedavra to the students! Nor can he take the initiative to hurt you!"
"Oh yes, that is to say, if he lets me accidentally step on some dark magic item, I will still be finished." Draco was sad, angry and determined. He still had time to look left and right in the mirror and re-evaluate himself. He put on a bow tie - a Malfoy must be dignified even if he dies - his palms were covered in cold sweat, and the tie felt slippery, and he refused to obey his fingers several times, "Damn it, Harry hasn't come back yet. "
Except for one letter that briefly explained the process of the injury, which made Draco furious, there was no reply to any of the letters he sent, as if Harry was unwilling to do anything after giving the minimum level of comfort and explanation. Draco guessed that maybe it was because Harry couldn't write, or maybe Harry was still angry with him.
This made Draco uneasy, but at this moment, he couldn't help but feel a desire.
——The desire to see Harry.
If he couldn't even see Harry before being killed by Felton, he felt that he would definitely turn into a ghost and wander around hogwarts.
At this time, he especially wanted to slap his own mouth - make you owe your mouth, make you owe your mouth! !
If it weren't for his arrogance, Harry wouldn't have gone home. If he didn't go home, he wouldn't be injured. If he wasn't injured, he wouldn't have to take time off to heal. They wouldn't be unable to see each other now. Last time, Harry took the paper from the schoolbag. The crane was taken away, and Blasie said that Harry turned back and smiled at him, but Draco didn't see it with his own eyes, and there was still no trace of Harry after class.
"We haven't reconciled yet," the expression on his face became increasingly sad and angry, "and I'm going to Felton's place now? Why should I end up like this?"
——Because you insist on stealing that painting, child.
"Let's do this," Godric on the side simply couldn't bear it and came up with an idea, "You put me in your pocket. If anything goes wrong, I will run out and notify the portrait in the principal's office and let them rescue you. What do you think? What’s the idea like?”
As a result, Draco didn't appreciate it at all and directly slapped the photo frame and pressed him face down on the table, causing him to scream in pain.
"Ouch!!!!"
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Felton sat silently where he usually sat. The pile of red papers that had been criticized in front of him was higher than the candlestick. When Draco came in shivering, he turned his head to the door, but for some reason the boy, even though his calf was still there Shivering, he still raised his chin stubbornly, looking as imposing as if he were walking on a red carpet.
Of course, his trembling legs and pale face all proved that he was scared.
felton glanced at him and snorted coldly.
"You have the guts to sneak into my office and take my things without authorization, but now you don't have the guts to come see me?" Felton's voice was indeed more fierce than usual. After he finished speaking coldly, he stretched out one hand on Draco In front of me, "Bring it here."
Draco closed his eyes and talked to him: "I don't know...I don't know what you are talking about, Professor."
"You know what I'm talking about." Draco guessed that Felton might be expressionless or angry at the moment, but these expressions were undoubtedly hidden under the cloak and he had no way of peeking, "Give me back the things."
"..." Draco stood there silently, motionless, and his straight back was as stiff as if it was used to slap people in the face.
"Do you want to try Veritaserum," Felton took out a small bottle of colorless and odorless potion from his robe, placed it in front of the boy, then raised his wand, the threat was already clear, "Or the Imperius Curse?"
I don’t want any of them! ! ! Either one is illegal! ! ! ! Draco screamed crazily in his mind.
"…."
Draco made a muffled sound through his teeth.
"You don't want it anymore, do you?" Felton asked calmly.
"...I burned it." Draco's voice became softer, but his words became clearer. He closed his eyes tightly, "Yes, Professor, you probably heard it right - I burned it." It’s burned!”
At this moment, Draco simply admired himself - not only did he say these words, he actually had an auditory hallucination, and he actually heard the sound of grinding teeth!
He had been lowering his head, but now he secretly glanced at Felton and found that the quill he was holding had been broken into two pieces. He immediately trembled and wanted to run away.
"I know the person in that portrait," Draco said bravely, "but this one doesn't look good...why don't you draw a new one?"
I don't know if it is useful to remind Felton that Harry is not that person. he thinks.
But what he didn't expect was that Felton snorted coldly: "You know him? No, you don't know him. He is not the person you know."
"Then he is..." Draco asked tentatively, "This person looks too much like the one I know."
"It was just a dead man," Felton said. "That's not something you need to remember."
A dead man.
Draco couldn't help but look at Felton with shocked eyes. Carrying a dead man's portrait with you?
"Then...this portrait won't move," Draco said, "Why isn't it alive?!"
"You have too many questions," Felton knocked on the table, "Why are the paintings burned?"
From his voice, it was hard to tell whether he was angry or not. Draco gritted his teeth and cheered himself up three times before saying, "If such a portrait is exposed, it will bring trouble to Harry - especially when others know about it. It’s time for your portrait.”
It was very uncomfortable for him to use the word 'you' to Felton, but now Draco had to say 'you', otherwise, what could he do if he couldn't hand over the portrait.
He also thought about whether Felton could use it as a threat since Felton specifically asked him for it... But when he thought about how similar the man in the portrait was to Harry, he still burned the painting to ashes.
His instinct told him that this painting would eventually bring Harry trouble, no matter what kind of trouble it was.
After a long period of silence, and Draco waited for a long time, thinking that Felton might have fallen asleep or passed out, Felton finally spoke.
——Bring me the paint over there.
--ah?
——I said, paint, painting paint.
Draco followed the direction his finger pointed and actually found oil paints in the corner. At the same time, there was a half-new easel with a yellowed canvas, a bucket, a paintbrush and a palette. It was sitting aside, looking like it hadn't been cleaned for a long time.
He moved them all in front of Felton, and couldn't help but use a housekeeping cleaning charm to let the brushes and palettes clean themselves. Then, under Draco's gaze, Felton picked up the brush and dipped it in the paint box. Just put the paint on.
And he had no intention of talking to Draco anymore.
But when Draco wanted to lift his feet and walk away, the harsh look he looked at made Draco unable to take another step at all, and could only watch him paint with a stinky face.
To be fair, Felton's technique is very good. He is obviously proficient in this craft. The proportions and skeleton are extremely correct, and he can draw it quickly. A familiar face quickly took shape on the canvas, which shocked Draco, who originally didn't want to see it.
——Why is it still him! ! ! !
"...Couldn't you be nice and at least change the painting?" He couldn't help but say something.
"Look carefully." Felton said softly.
His brush continued to outline on the canvas... perspective, base, color, glossy surface, gray surface... Draco noticed that he used a lot of white, red, and black, which were mixed together to form an indescribable color on the canvas. The shadow of the metaphor even partially covered the half-length sketch of the man drawn earlier.
Draco didn't look at it seriously at all. Once he felt that Felton didn't mean to skin him to death with cramps, he lowered his head and dozed off. It wasn't until Felton's pen was thrown into the bucket with a loud sound that he suddenly woke up, and then The painting in front of me took up all my sight——
"——!!!"
He couldn't hold it back all of a sudden, and covered his mouth with his hands. His eyes were fixed on the painting, but he couldn't help but want to transfer it. The contradiction and the nausea that suddenly surged into his throat instantly drove away all his sleepiness. Everything was clean. At this moment, he couldn't even think about where he was or what he was looking at. He just felt that the world was spinning and the contents in his stomach were rushing to the top. He simply wanted to escape from this picture immediately.
But this painting was so horrifying that he couldn't ignore the existence of this thing.
"Ah."
What came next to him was undoubtedly Felton's sneer, and then he stretched out his hand, and Draco was picked up by his collar, and was thrown into the fireplace behind with a plop, and Felton still didn't forget to throw it into the fireplace. A handful of Floo powder goes in.
"Number 12 Grimmauld Place," Felton said.
The green flames engulfed the boy who was as stiff as death, and then the child disappeared in the fireplace.
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When Draco's feet landed on the soft carpet of No. 12 Grimmauld Place, he was slapped on the face, and he came to his senses while grinding his teeth up and down.
"Are you Harry's classmate?" Kitty, who came to see Harry today, said in a friendly manner. She recognized Draco's robe and the very conspicuous hair color described by Peter, and also knew that the fireplace in the living room can be said to be a portal. , however, she didn’t know that she was not allowed to come out on the way to school, so she kindly pointed the way to the nephew of the owner of the house, "Harry is reading upstairs. Do you want to go see him?"
Draco heard 'harry' in a daze, and quickly ran upstairs.
Harry...yes, Harry, I have to see Harry now, he wants to see him now! !
He almost rolled up the stairs, and the whole floor was shocked by his heavy steps. However, regardless of what his uncle would do if he found out, he rushed to Harry's door and stopped breathing.
"…………??!"
Harry was reading a book on potions. When he heard heavy breathing, he immediately raised his head. But when he looked up, he was startled - Draco sneaked into the fireplace again? ! !
Harry picked up the paper and pen next to him, and just as he was about to say hello, he inexplicably found that the person who was at the door plopped over, and then plopped him again, throwing him onto the bed and killing him. Hug it to death.
Harry opened his mouth to say what's wrong, what's wrong, what happened, and wanted to struggle to get up and find paper and pen, but when the hot tears burned his shoulders and neck, he was simply dumbfounded.
"Don't leave here," Draco hugged him with a muffled voice, almost sobbing, holding him tighter, almost strangling him to death, "I want to see you... so don't leave here, don't leave!!" "
I want to see you, especially you.
--do not leave me.
All actions silently convey this request.
Harry was confused and in a hurry. After what he said, he forgot to use the Flying Curse. He had to open and close his mouth in vain, then carefully took out his two hands, lay on the bed like this, and patted Draco who was pressing on him. back, in case he passed away while sobbing so quietly.
"It's okay, it's okay~" In the end, he could only coax gently in the other person's head, "I'm here, it's okay, ah~ it's okay, uh, what... God will bless me."
If it were a normal Draco, he would definitely squint his eyes at this time and accuse like this:
——Nonsense, you don’t believe in Christianity at all. Who said you only believe in science last time? !
