Harry fell heavily to the floor this time, together with Jean and Scott. The combined weight caused each of them to suffer severe pain when they collided with the ground. Of course, Peter, who had been waiting anxiously, immediately pushed Harry to the floor. Lifting it up to check, Bobby and John also helped Scott and Jean up one by one.
Other students immediately swarmed over, and Nina rushed into Harry's arms faster than anyone else, sobbing. Harry had no choice but to pat the little girl on the back, pick her up and spin her around to comfort her.
"What's going on?" rogue asked with concern.
"We encountered an enemy," Jean gasped. "The enemy on the side that captured the professor is not a national government agent trying to imprison us. One can control the weather, and there is another whose mind I can't get into."
Harry put Nina down and touched himself - the keys were intact, the wand was intact, Salazar's portrait was intact, the map was intact, and the time turner was intact.
He exhaled, and Peter checked for him to see if he was okay.
"Hey, don't lift up my clothes. I'm really fine." When Peter opened up Harry's clothes to see if there were any injuries on his body, Harry quickly asked him not to do this in shame, and then stopped him from imitating his brother and started to pull down the edge of his pants. Nina, blushing like a tomato, "You too, Nina, don't do this... I'm not hurt, really, I was basically on the broom the whole time, and we didn't suffer even when those two people came, and Haierbo also bit He took a big bite." He stretched out his wrist and touched the basilisk that had shrunk again with his fingers. He thought about the description of the basilisk in the book and smiled, "Helpo's venom is very powerful, that person can eat it. Big loss.”
Basilisk venom is deadly! ! If that person doesn't want to die, it's better to go back to his 'false god' to treat him right away instead of staying in his home school and doing something else.
"Merlin's beard!!!"
A scream startled everyone, Harry's body trembled, and then he remembered that this was in the same room as last time, in other words, the portrait of the lady was also here.
"Look what's happened to you - your voice is broken, your clothes are dusty, your hair is messed up, what's wrong with your ankles?" the old lady there with droopy eyes said hurriedly, " Oh my poor child, how you have suffered!"
"Is this kind of portrait the only one in the wizarding world!" Scott covered his ears, "Or is she related to Sirius's mother, that crazy woman?!"
"Ahem, ahem," Harry coughed dryly, patted the dust on his sleeves, and looked at his ankles again. He found that there were indeed two red marks, but they were caused by Scott and Jean when they caught him. , nothing serious, "Ma'am, thank you for your concern, but I'm fine..."
"Call me great-aunt or great-aunt, kid," said the portrait, "oh my, what the hell is going on - I've never seen so many kids in Potter's mansion!"
"What is great-aunt?" Nina tugged on Harry's sleeve.
"My great-aunt is..." Harry painfully counted up the generations in his head. He had never had any relatives other than his aunt and father. This generation was not easy to count.
"What my great aunt means is that I am his grandfather's aunt, little cutie," facing a cute little girl like Nina, the old lady in the portrait spoke softly and gently, like every neighbor's grandma, "You You can also call me that."
"Ma'am," Harry had to interrupt her, "I, uh, I mean, I'm sorry that I brought so many people here and need to stay here temporarily... I promise that we will leave as soon as this is over, and then, in Before that, can you tell me how to get here..." Harry thought about his words, "Why, no, I mean, where are the portraits of the ancestors of the Potter family?"
"Merlin, what are you talking about!!" The lady showed an offended look of astonishment and screamed at the same time, "You are the only owner here, you can bring whoever you want, and stay here as long as you want. How long have you been here, and what are you apologizing for?” She cleared her throat, “As for the portraits of your ancestors—they’re all here.”
Harry: "………………"
Harry: "……………………??!!!"
"Hey, hey, it's you, young man over there," the lady yelled, making Peter blink. "Don't blink, it's you. Open the cabinets on both sides and let those old guys hang on the wall like me. Come on, look at the child."
Peter glanced at Harry, who was completely stunned, and quickly opened the two cabinets that looked like wardrobes next to him. He found that the area inside was completely expanded, and there were dozing portraits one after another, including men, women, old and young. Yes, there is no shortage of each type. Peter can find some similarities with Harry from their faces, which makes him grinning involuntarily and smiling happily.
"They're all portraits!" He picked up one of them, looked at it, and threw it to Harry, "Hold on, Harry, this could be your great-great-great-grandfather or something!"
Hearing what he said, Harry almost dropped the portrait with a shaking hand, but when he looked at the portrait head on, he found that it only had a background and no people.
"As for the empty ones, they went out to visit, and there were children talking to them." While Peter was moving out one by one, the lady said something that made Harry a little dizzy, "They haven't seen so many in a long time." The kids are so cute, they are right next door, your grandparents are over there."
Harry: "…………Peter."
Peter blinked innocently at him: "What? I didn't say anything."
…………
When Harry opened the door next door, it was like a whole children's playground was stuffed inside. It was very lively. The moving dolls were swinging their hands and feet on the ground, dancing and singing, and children's broomsticks were flying unmanned in the air, and some were flashing. Butterflies with beautiful light spread their wings around the girls like real butterflies, and played music like a music box. Some toys similar to Draco's collection sprayed small flames and made several children excited. of laughter.
Different from the dusty one next door, this room opened the curtains widely, allowing the evening sun to fully shine in. There was no visible dust flying around in the light, but instead it was filled with a warm feeling. The color is orange-red, and the long curtains are also red. In this summer, just looking at it makes people feel hot.
And when Harry turned his eyes to a group of children facing the wall (the youngest among them was five years old and the oldest was ten), he really saw five or six picture frames hanging on the wall, and inside each one There are one or two people, either wearing long medieval dresses or simple casual clothes, although they are still full of the style and flavor of the past. There is also an old lady wearing a fancy hat on her head and ears. Heavy gold earrings and a huge ruby flew around as she told the story, followed by her hand and dazzled everyone's eyes:
"...And just when that shameful villain raised his wand at me, I let a vase hit me, and then I flew up on my broom to watch him jump in a hurry..."
"Harry!" A child noticed Harry at the door and jumped up excitedly. This shout not only made all the remaining children look at Harry, but also made all the portraits look at him. Even the one who kept talking about himself The old lady who was telling the story stopped talking and looked straight at the green-eyed boy.
Harry's steps stopped at the door. He suddenly felt that his legs were as heavy as lead, and it was difficult to lift his head, as if he felt ugly. He did not dare to face the portraits on the wall.
The portraits looked at each other from an angle that he could not see, and finally let one of them take the floor.
"Harry?" In the selected painting, a woman who sounded like she was only in her forties called him softly. When Harry bit his lip and raised his head, he found that her eyes were full of joy and love when she looked at him. , and she did make Harry feel familiar, such as her thick black eyebrows and eyeliner, her black eyes, curly black hair and some shadows between her eyebrows, all of which resembled Sirius and his crazy or not crazy sisters. The taste, or rather, the latter had the taste of the former, and she turned her head gracefully and looked around, "Children, go and bring Harry over and let me see him, okay? Don't be afraid, kid, come over, It's okay." She finally said to Harry.
Harry felt an inexplicable impulse well up, which made his nose sore, while several boys and girls jumped over to hold his hand, and told him in various directions: "This is your great-grandpa, Harry!"
"She's your grandma!"
"The one at the top is your great-great-grandma! Did I count wrong?"
"Harry, your grandparents are so beautiful!!"
Harry was almost dragged to the wall by them, and almost immediately, all the people in the portraits looked at him greedily and kindly.
"The last time I saw you, you were still in your mother's womb. I said it would be great if it was a girl, as beautiful as her, and James said that even a boy would be equally beautiful." That one must be a black one. The noble lady said, "Now it seems that although everything else is unreliable, he is right about his son - raise your head, child, what is there to be shy about in front of grandma?"
Her voice was very soft, as if she was afraid of scaring Harry away, and when Harry raised his head, he felt that it was really difficult to call out his grandmother, and this was not just because of this noble lady. Because he looks very young.
"Your eyes are so much like Lily." Seeing the boy's green eyes quietly looking up at her, the lady couldn't help showing more love and excitement, and her heart trembled, "Her face Like James...but not as rough as him..."
The lady's gaze was not unpleasant, but rather like warm water, making Harry's whole body feel numb. His lips moved and he wanted to lower his head.
Sometimes it's not a good thing to look like your parents - just like Snape was filled with unknown anger when he saw him, and Sirius and Lupine both had sadness in their smiles when they saw him for the first time, and the noble lady in front of them The same is true for people. Harry knew that this face could make her sad.
He opened his mouth and subconsciously touched the heads of the children next to him. He wanted to open his mouth to say hello, say hello to grandma or good afternoon to madam, but it was as if someone was teasing him. All the words When he reached his mouth, he opened his mouth and said: "I'm sorry, madam, we have caused trouble to you..."
Harry Xavier, you are probably out of your mind. After Harry finished speaking, he buried his miserable face in his hands, Draco's sarcasm seemed to ring in his ears.
The portraits on the wall were all taken aback by his remarks.
"What kind of statement is this," the old lady who just told the story said in astonishment, "This is your home, how can this be called occupation!"
"These are all yours." An old man puffed on his pipe in the portrait on the wall. "This house, this land, and everything here is only yours. But you are the only one who is qualified to inherit it." Don’t think you are causing us any trouble, child—we are only pictures after all, and no matter what they are, they only have value in the hands of living people.”
"...I changed my last name." Harry said.
But I'm not a potter now. Harry thought to himself, I don't even want to be Harry Potter anymore, it's too much trouble.
——However, he is indeed using potter's stuff now. Thinking of this, he suddenly realized why he said those words.
"Child, dear child, Harry," the noble lady whispered repeatedly, "What have you done wrong - it is not because of this surname that you can inherit this house." She looked like she was going to make a serious face, but in the end she didn't. She couldn't bear it, because the person standing in front of her was her only grandson, the orphan of her son. She was unwilling to rebuke him loudly, "It's because you are the only son of Lily and James, isn't it? It's because this is who you are. It's your home, isn't it? You just didn't grow up here, but that doesn't change the fact that its owner is you. Therefore, how you use this house, how you do things, and what you do are all your own business. My dear child."
The kinder her attitude was, the more embarrassed Harry became. At this time, he felt that he was hurting the hearts of these blood relatives by deliberately being too innocent... It should be said that it was because of his lingering guilt or because he was timid about being close to home. He said it himself Not allowed.
"I..." He opened his mouth, "I..."
"There's no need to rush, there's no need to rush," the lady saw him caressing his face unconsciously, and gently advised him, "I think you are all tired and hungry, right? You can tell by looking like this - why Why don't you call in our house elves to buy utensils and make a table of dinner for you? There are also cleaning the room and tidying up the bedding. This is not something you young people and children can do in a few hours, let me tell you. , how about you just sit here and let us teach you and tell you how to navigate the house and how to control the house elves? Then we'd love to hear about you in the dinner hall. ——Isn’t it time for you to go to hogwarts?”
She spoke in an orderly manner, and Harry couldn't even come up with any rebuttal - maybe because he didn't really want to refute - so he just nodded.
"Thank you, madam...well, I mean," Harry finally looked at the amiable lady, gritted his teeth, mustered up his courage, and smiled, "I mean, okay, grandma."
The lady, or Harry's grandmother, her smile became brighter and more radiant at this moment because of his words.
"It's not difficult—come and sit here, my dear."
