"That was not a successful Guardian Charm, kid."
"I know, Professor."
The topic started with these two sentences, and then fell into silence briefly.
Two cups of warm hot cocoa were poured and placed in front of the boys. Harry thanked him and took a sip. He looked at Draco and drank it. The latter couldn't stand his look and drank a few hurriedly. The mouth was released.
Professor Flitwick, who was sitting across the table and led them away from the crowd, looked left and right at the two of them and sighed, as if he couldn't figure out how this strange duo did it. of. He waved his wand and sent over the newspapers for the past two days. Harry was not polite and took them over and flipped through them. Draco looked over with him, twisting his face into wrinkled paper from time to time and making tut-tsk sounds.
"It's not a big deal." Harry said very calmly after reading it roughly, and then gently handed the newspaper to Draco, "There's nothing to read."
"That's all." Draco said reluctantly calmly. He pretended not to be very interested and turned a page, but really lost interest and put it down. "Guessing, doubting, and throwing dirty water, all in one go. Is there anything ordinary?" Did the students’ parents send a letter?”
Professor Flitwick shook his wand, and a shrewd light flashed in the eyes of this short but very proficient dean of magic.
"All letters will be checked, it's no big deal, oh, oh, but I still have to say that discussion is inevitable. I'm glad you are all back safely, Harry," Professor Flitwick said kindly to the student He said, nodding to Draco again, "Although Severus is not here, I think you are not willing to separate - if you don't mind, you can rest in my office and wait for McGonagall to tidy up the outside -" He wrinkled his nose, " If there is a bad atmosphere, you can go to the dormitory to have a good rest and have dinner in the auditorium in the evening."
"If you ask me, Dumbledore shouldn't have let Lockhart in - I'm not trying to be mean," the little old man said a little dissatisfied. Harry felt that the dean's state was a bit like the book he wanted to read being deliberately bought by someone he hated. Look It was a bit funny, "Look how he slandered my students! Look how he treated a few children! Look what classes he taught! And the Ministry of Magic, Dementors! Put such things in to arrest my students !”
"So, it was Lockhart who notified the dementors - he is hopeless," Draco said succinctly. "He will never come out of Azkaban. You can rest assured." He finished speaking happily, and then continued Take a sip of hot cocoa.
"Hey, Rita Skeeter, who is this?" Harry looked at one of the articles and pointed, "Well... I think she is very qualified to be an entertainment reporter."
This article describes in detail some things about Harry, from his defeat of the Dark Lord when he was one year old, his loss of his parents, and his disappearance that night, to his adoptive father and his family not long ago injuring a Ministry of Magic official and disappearing into the unusable In the hogwarts of Apparition Magic, there are also some mysterious things mentioned that most people don't know - the person who injured the Ministry of Magic official was the one who was regarded as a key figure in the United States more than ten years ago. The man nicknamed Magneto, Erik Rancher.
Strangely and not too unexpectedly, this place was gently walked through.
After mentioning these, Rita Skeeter described in ups and downs how the Ministry of Magic treated Harry unfairly: they wronged his godfather and threw Sirius Black into Azkaban without trial; they silently refused. They kept silent and allowed the Potter family's property to remain unknown, and no one looked for the key to the manor for the Potter family's only son; they came again and again to disturb the Muggle family who raised the boy, even They treated the little girls of their relatives rudely; and in the end, the reporter said that although everyone did not quite understand what the Ministry of Magic had done this time, it was conceivable that the huge assets of the Potter Manor were suddenly occupied by non-British heirs. Now, the Ministry of Magic is obviously not happy to see a famous boy who is not close to the British Ministry of Magic taking away a large area of British land and gold galleons. So, in this case, what will this poor boy do? It is also conceivable what kind of blame and short-selling charges he received.
At the end, she also spent a lot of space praising Harry. It probably meant that such a good-looking, well-educated, handsome, well-educated and wealthy top student was rare in the entire Hogwarts. Harry was so praised. It hurts so much that I almost dare not admit that this is about me.
"Oh, I've heard of her. She has a quill, and she can write as exaggeratedly as she wants. But one of the ten sentences is true, and it's revelation that no one else can get." Draco explained to Harry in a good-natured way. He was confused, but at the same time he also flattened his mouth, "She almost praised you so much...her uncle must have bribed her. She is going to go against the Ministry of Magic, and the Ministry of Magic is throwing dirty water on you. Then she threw it back."
"Ahem." Professor Flitwick coughed a few times, which meant that although he was very inconspicuous, he was still there and chatting was inappropriate. "So - what are your plans now?" he asked worriedly. , "Especially you, Harry, your guardian, I mean, the one other than your father, said that he wants to submit a transfer application for you."
He obviously didn't want to lose such a good student, and he was extremely nervous when he said this. It reminded Harry of the time when he called his name in the lounge at the beginning of the first grade, and ended up falling off a pile of books when he was called.
"Apply for transfer?!" Draco was shocked by this terrible word. He stood up from the sofa chair that Professor Flitwick had thoughtfully conjured for them, like an angry cat, "Transfer - application? "
"There is no such thing, there is no such thing," Harry quickly pushed him down, his face a little red, "Erik said it in anger - there is nothing to transfer to, I will only be a student of Hogwarts, I can only be a student of Hogwarts student."
"How could he ask you to transfer schools!" Draco yelled, the calmness he pretended just now no longer existed, because this alone would never work, "Why does he!"
"...He will also be one of my legal guardians immediately." Harry said a little speechlessly. In any case, Erik has the absolute right to decide this point, but the X□□ier family is often a family that respects personal opinions very much, so if Harry is unwilling, Erik will definitely not force it.
Draco then remembered that Erik's proposal was successful not long ago.
But Harry can't transfer schools, he won't allow it, he will never let -
"Speaking of which, there are indeed many people who have written letters." Professor Flitwick was extremely wise after all. He quickly changed the topic and rubbed his hands and asked, "They have all heard about the snake language and asked the school to 'repair everyone'." Students are assigned to their correct house, what do you think about that, Harry?"
"Um, what does this mean?" Harry was busy trying to comfort Draco and failed to understand the euphemistic intention. Draco sat down suddenly, calmed down as if turning off a switch, and his eyes were bright.
"You should--transfer to our college," he said at once, addressing Professor Flitwick. "No offense, Professor, but he can speak Parseltongue--ow!"
Harry gave him a hard elbow, which was completely different from the way he had gently comforted him just now.
"Why did you hit me!"
"First, you are so rude to our dean and the college. Second, why should I transfer just because I know a foreign language?" He adjusted his glasses and said calmly, "Don't dream, I will never do it because of others. Say something inconsequential and change your choice.”
Draco suddenly felt like there was a cold roast chicken stuffed in his stomach.
"Am I an irrelevant person?" he growled, questioning, "You actually said that?"
"I didn't tell you!"
Harry's mouth twitched, looking extremely embarrassed in front of Professor Flitwick. He didn't even know what Draco was thinking.
"Oh oh oh, I don't care. I understand what little Mr. Malfoy means. After all, you are very close friends."
Professor Flitwick held a glass of pumpkin juice and shook his head subtly, indicating that he didn't mind.
"Oh, by the way," he suddenly slapped his forehead, "Speaking of it, Harry, there is something that little Mr. Malfoy gave to Qiu, and Qiu gave it to me for safekeeping."
As he spoke, he took out something from the drawer. Harry's eyes lit up and he reached out to take it.
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"And then?"
The portraits all over the wall are full of gossips, and the little carrot heads all over the floor are full of gossips.
After briefly solving the student safety problem for Salazar and returning, Harry returned to his hometown. Fortunately, fortunately, there are not many students missing from Charles. There are many rooms in the manor, and there are also many books and toys. Under the care of the portraits and house elves, it is like a small world isolated from the rest of the world.
After counting the number of people, taking care of some students who were older than him, and greeting each other, Harry was pulled by the children to tell stories. The portraits couldn't get enough of him, and the grandfathers couldn't get enough of him. He was an adventurous gryffindor by birth, so the portraits solemnly demanded that he sit before them and speak.
"Nothing happened. Then I sent Draco back to Slytherin's cellar. He wanted to write a letter. I'll pick him up later."
Harry held up the saucer, took a sip of hot tea, and then took off his glasses to wipe the lenses that were smudged by the heat. After telling a long list of stories, he was really thirsty, "I was also told many things by the dean. , the dean and Professor McGonagall also notified the Aurors to take Lockhart away, because he is suspected of murder, and with the testimony, there is no hope for him to escape." Then he took out another wand from his pocket, and he was very happy at this time. "My wand has been kept by Senior Qiu and the others for me. Draco picked it up for me and entrusted it to them."
The portraits all breathed a sigh of relief. This story was obviously not good for the old hearts of the portraits. Harry's grandmother was even patted on the back by his grandfather to calm down the tension. The two of them were in the same frame, Harry It can be seen that they have a good relationship.
"The Malfoy family, I remember it should be..." Harry's grandmother thought.
"Grandma, you should remember Draco's mother. She was also black and a very beautiful lady." Harry said that Draco was willing to talk more. "She was very good at her crafts. Sirius and I were both taken care of by her." , Draco doesn’t look particularly similar to her, although I think the eye shape and face shape are very similar.”
"Of course I remember, Narcissa, my brother's little granddaughter," Mrs. Potter said fondly, "The gentlest of the three sisters, has beautiful blond hair, like her grandmother."
"Why didn't your friend just bring you the wand?" asked a little boy. The toy wand in his hand touched the floor, and a circle of bubbles floated around him, making beautiful singing sounds from time to time.
"Because it has tracking magic on it, just like a mobile phone equipped with GPS."
Harry answered with a smile, and cherished the wand he had lost, stroking it. It was an unexpected joy to get it back, "If I use it, some wizards will find me easily."
He stroked it, and it seemed very happy. The magic flowed into Harry's fingertips and returned warmly. This made Harry feel even more guilty because he had thrown the wand to the ground in a fit of anger. If If Draco hadn't picked it up and handed it to the seniors, he might never see it again.
Nina moved dissatisfiedly. While occupying the position in his arms, the little girl was very curious about the wand. Although she couldn't wave anything with it, she also played the role of a witch on Halloween and was interested in magic. It's terrible.
Although at first, when she saw Harry coming back, she was the first to rush over and cry. Harry hugged her and coaxed her for a long time, saying, 'I'm fine, Peter and Wanda are fine, dad and Uncle Erik are fine,' but now she still hugs her and coaxes her. He held Harry's arm without letting go, and now he was pouting, shaking his arm and begging him: "I also want to see Hogwarts - can you take me there? Harry? I want to see where the magic school is. What's it like? Please, Harry, take me there..."
When Harry heard last year that Ron said that his sister Ginny was begging to get on the train to see him, he just smiled awkwardly, but when he met him, she was three years old.
It's very simple to do. Even if he takes Nina to visit now, no one will stop him... But obviously the current hogwarts... well, in every sense, Harry will attract attention when he walks inside, and even more Not to mention that there are still people among wizards who are racist. Whether they are Muggles or non-Muggles, it is not uncommon for people to discriminate against Muggles because of their magic. And to be honest, Harry's position is quite subtle now.
Although he didn't care, Harry couldn't bear Nina being discussed in a strange manner.
"Isn't it fun here?" Harry hugged the little girl and coaxed, "How about we go find Uncle Erik? Or maybe I'll take you to Diagon Alley when I have time?"
Nina's mouth was flat, and the answer was obviously 'not good enough', but she was very sensible and knew that it meant it was difficult, so she stopped asking and buried her head in Harry's arms until her braids were messed up.
"Speaking of which, I know that the Weasley family and the Longbottom family always have some warm-hearted and good people, but," a portrait on the wall said, "I thought the Malfoy family were just annoying old dogs. They I never do anything that doesn’t benefit me. I didn’t expect that there would be a brave and good boy in this generation... Is this the case with Sirius?”
It seems that in the Gryffindor family, Weasley and Longbottom are the friendly family partners, and the surname Malfoy seems to have been blacklisted.
"Or did little Lucius die young?" another portrait speculated. Harry guessed that the portrait was quite old, old enough to call Draco's father 'little Lucius'.
"Draco is still a model Slytherin," Harry quickly stated, "but he is my best friend." He raised his chin in front of the pile of portraits of elders, and said this calmly and logically, he was even a little bit Proud, something he had never felt before, "the best."
After he finished speaking, he added one more thing: "I can bring him over when I have time... um, can I be a guest?" He asked tentatively.
The portraits exchanged dumbfounded looks - this child still didn't have the consciousness to own this property.
"Of course, dear," one of Harry's great-aunts who was widowed at home said, "You can do whatever you want. Speaking of which, it's so late, it's time for dinner. Are you hungry? What would you like to eat? I’m afraid you haven’t had a good dinner yet, how about eating it here?”
"No...oh, I mean, okay." Harry wanted to refuse, but seeing the portraits all over the wall looking at him expectantly, he touched his nose and couldn't say no. .
The elf of the Potter family let out a cheer from outside, and then went to prepare dinner for their only young master.
Harry managed to save up food that night, and was laughed at by many of Charles's older students - the elders in the portrait kept urging him to eat, and more than one person complained that he was worse than last time. He lost a lot of meat here, and he was forced to eat meat and small desserts without stopping.
"Merlin's beard, James is much heavier than you at this time!" the portraits said in unison, "You can't be picky about food, my child, even ghosts are not as thin as you!"
"This is because you have worked so hard," the mutant students said, "so you deserve all this care!"
Harry nodded painfully, and finally had to go out for a walk to eat in the evening.
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While Harry was enthusiastically stuffing a large amount of meat and desserts, Draco was not able to enjoy his dinner at all. The food in front of him can't be said to be rich. It seems to be to appease the students who have been frightened recently. Today's meal is extremely rich. There is an objective tower of ice cream balls placed in front of Draco. As well as a plate full of sizzling steaks, the color of the large glass pot with a pig's head as the lid changes from time to time. If they are lucky, the senior students can even pour butterbeer from it.
Normally, Draco would have been satisfied, especially after the hell he had endured in his temple in Cairo, after the compressed biscuits, burgers, and Cokes rushed through his stomach. But now, the irritability, emptiness, boredom, and anxiety were simply chopped up by the house elf with a knife, mixed and stuffed into his food. With every bite, he felt that these were doing more evil in his stomach, making his appetite worse. gradually disappear.
The long table in Slytherin was almost eerily quiet. Pansy lowered her head so low that she almost buried her face in the plate, while Blasie hesitated again and again and finally didn't ask a word. No one dared to ask him where he had been in those days, or if he had been kidnapped by Felton. As for Nott, who Draco thought should wake up, he could no longer appear in Draco's sight, and there was no trace of him on the long table at all.
Draco felt that he was probably still going crazy in the hospital wing. He deserved it, just a little shock and a few punches. He thought casually, without taking into account the threatening legends related to Parseltongue, the suspected casting of the Unforgivable Curse, and being haunted by a giant python at close range. The combination of these things was very difficult for a twelve-year-old child. horrifying.
His attention was not focused on anyone at all, so he didn't pay much attention - 80% of the people in the entire hall were paying attention to him, and after a while, it seemed that he was absent-minded, in front of Slytherin's table A certain amount of discussion began.
"I'm afraid that is not a successful guardian spell," a female prefect at the top of the Slytherin table commented in an almost inaudible voice. "There is no physical animal patron saint that can mean this spell." It worked."
"But all the dementors turned to ashes." said the senior boy opposite her. He also came from an ancient and noble family and was very powerful. He naturally knew what this meant. He was a little gloating, "This time the Ministry of Magic The losses were heavy, at least four dementors were killed in this way. It is not easy to replace this thing with new ones. And, this is impossible for an ordinary second-year student to do."
"But if he is really——" A senior girl gave the surrounding students a knowing look, "——why wasn't he assigned to this table by the sorting hat from the beginning? This is unreasonable."
She knocked on the long table in front of her. Everyone knew what she meant. To be honest, many people thought that Harry Potter should sit at another table these days. Most of them were holding Dog eat dog, snake bite snake' mentality is proposed.
"But that kind of power is unreasonable, and that kind of language is even more unreasonable. There is nothing reasonable about him. Did you see him disappear with a bang? Allow me to remind you that Apparition and Portkeys are prohibited in Hogwarts. magical."
The head of the seventh grade, Pansy's brother, a Parkinson, said with a calmness that was a hundred times better than that of his sister. But you can easily tell his disgust and rejection from it. Pansy complained to him frequently, and since the appearance of this Potter, the Malfoy family has become farther and farther away from other pure-blood families, at least the only heir of the Malfoy family. There are no more slytherins hanging around, not even a single thug.
He seemed to be content with just the savior boy as his friend, and wanted no one else. On the contrary, as long as he can maintain this goal, he seems to be able to make any concessions, such as allowing a girl from a Muggle family to hang out with them, or spending the holidays with a Muggle family.
In this way, there is another unreasonable part, and that is this wonderful combination - the only son and savior of the Malfoy family. They were like twins, stuck together and inseparable. Look at Malfoy, he was just restless now, as if there was a needle stinging curse under his butt!
Everyone exchanged glances until Draco finally stuffed himself with food and put down his fork. This seemed to be a strange signal. At that moment, almost all the slytherins put down their knives, forks, and spoons.
They all stood up and left the table in a spontaneous crowd. Draco turned a corner and no one knew where he went, but within a few minutes after the others returned to Slytherin's lounge, he also returned to the lounge. . Several senior students even tried to sit close to him, but the latter went back to the room. The former were reading books and chatting, but their eyes were looking at the door, as if waiting for something. Someone even used eavesdropping on Draco's door. Curse, but after about a few hours, when the juniors all wanted to go to bed, there was still no movement inside.
Luckily, a certain duo never lets them down.
"...Um, hello, good evening. Sorry, I'm here to see Draco." Harry never thought that there would be so many people awake at this point. He really didn't expect that as soon as he opened the door, the entire lounge was filled with people. He was a human being, so he had no choice but to nod his head in a friendly manner, and then carefully looked at the entrance to the corridor with the dormitory in the lounge, "Can I go in?"
No one spoke, but the Slytherins looked at each other and finally moved aside silently. The crowd spontaneously made a way for Harry to come out. The meaning was very clear. They welcomed Harry to find Draco. It was almost curfew here. time, and they were not overly interested in the reasons, how long he would stay, or what he was going to do.
This kind of treatment, like Moses parting the sea, made Harry silent for a few seconds.
"Um, thank you?" As he said this, he walked from the allowed way to the corridor. He felt like there were literally a hundred eyes burning on his back, urging him to speed up and sneak in. That corridor. From the corner of his eye, he could see Blasie's inquiring expression, and Parkinson's expression that was like an awl poking at her... But weren't the other people's eyes too hot?
As a telepath, although he refused to directly open the door to other people's hearts, in any case, this kind of treatment was too unreasonable in Harry's expectations, and he could almost taste some...eagerness from it.
Harry was muttering inwardly as he entered Draco's dormitory door. The snake carving on the door did not shy away from him at all, and opened it directly for him to enter. This also made the Slytherins who were peeping at the situation exchange glances. .
"Draco?"
After Harry entered the door, he closed the door smoothly, looked around, and found Draco in a daze beside the window. Slytherin's lounge is in the cellar, and you can see the Black Lake through the completely closed glass windows. Harry looked out from here with interest, and saw something that looked a bit like a mermaid swimming in the dimly lit depths of the lake, shaking its head and tail, which made him excited for a long time, but later he read it from the "Encyclopedia of Magical Creatures" When the mermaid's appearance was as vicious as her personality was introduced, another of his childhood fantasies was dashed.
"Draco." He called again, and Draco suddenly shuddered and came back to find Harry standing a few steps behind him.
"Oh my god, when did you get here!" Draco jumped away from the window, walked a few steps over and grabbed his arm, "How did you get here?"
"I came over here," Harry said. "The classmates in your college are very friendly. They showed me what Moses parted the sea."
Draco was a little crazy, and he had a confused feeling that he didn't know what he heard.
"Where's your door? Where's your teleportation? Your...where are your abilities? What's wrong with you, you have to come in through the door and show them?" Recalling the whispers at dinner, Draco He became irritable again, waving his hands and shaking Harry around, "Are you full enough?!"
"I'm really holding on... No, that's not what I'm talking about," Harry said intermittently as he was shaking him dizzy, "Why can't I - come - over?" He pushed Draco. , "Stop it. I'm not a prisoner, and I'm a student at Hogwarts. Isn't it okay for a student to walk in his own school and find another student? Even Salzar won't say that I did something wrong."
He said, Draco was stunned, his mouth opened and closed like a fish but he couldn't say anything to refute.
"Let's not talk about it. Do you want to come back to my house with me to rest today?" Harry looked at Draco's four-poster bed and thought, "If you want to sleep here, I will go home first. My father is still waiting for me. , and I have to catch up with the jet lag - to be honest, although the hotel and the r□□enclaw tower are great, I miss my bed. If you don't feel crowded, you can sleep with me."
Sleeping alone in a big bed or sharing a bed with friends?
Draco wanted to make an instant decision, but a strange thought stopped him.
"No, I'm exhausted," he said. "I'll sleep here, but you have to take me home tomorrow."
But I'm afraid you won't sleep well. Harry thought to himself.
However, due to various previous incidents, he did not say these words which seemed to be belittling.
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"So," Wanda said nonchalantly as she spread butter on the bread, "you left them all in your old house."
Thank God, x□□ier's house was well maintained during this period. There was no water or power outage. There was plenty of food in the refrigerator, and there was a supermarket next door. As a result, both siblings are now wearing pajamas, exuding the fragrance of shower gel and shampoo. , Wanda's long brown hair was curled after washing, and now it was spread wetly on her back.
Harry had also just taken a shower, and his black hair was dripping wet on his forehead. He was wearing a set of extremely comfortable cotton pajamas, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He urged Nina to take a shower, and then he had time to relax and sigh.
"That's right, when the alarm is cleared again at the school, I can connect to the fireplace and send everyone back to school." He said sincerely, "——It's so comfortable, I feel as if ten years have passed."
finally arrived at home. Harry was so comfortable that he almost had this line written on his face. To be honest, x□□ier's house is just an ordinary, slightly better house. It is neither as luxurious as a manor nor as safe as the college. However, Harry feels that home is just such a thing. It does not require high requirements, as long as it is You just need to be able to feel 'finally relaxed' the first second you walk in.
"I'm back." He sighed, his tone sounded like the protagonist returning from another dimension in the movie.
Wanda couldn't help but purse her lips and chuckle: "Don't act like you're fifty years old." After saying that, she stuffed another bite of apple into her mouth. She was starving. After experiencing junk food and compressed biscuits, The taste of fruit is so tempting.
When Harry arrived home, he immediately ran to the kitchen to check, only to find that the twins who were about to become his real brothers and sisters were filling his stomach in the kitchen. Peter ate very quickly, and the bag of toast was bottomed out very quickly. He slipped away to take a shower, changed into Wanda's posture and put the food into his mouth gracefully. This was the first time Harry had seen her eating so gracefully.
When Harry saw the two of them being so casual, he just shuddered and collapsed on the sofa as if all his bones had been removed. It was as if the messed up chess pieces had been straightened out again, and there was nothing wrong with the world anymore. He could start again. Live peacefully. He even turned on the TV and just watched it no matter what program it was, listening to the host talking about this year's fashion trends... If Peter hadn't picked him up from his ankles and thrown him into the bathtub, he would have Too lazy to lift a finger to take a shower.
"Let me see how your injuries are?" Peter took him out of the bathtub and looked left and right at the naked Harry. Harry started to feel embarrassed and stared at him politely. He just shrugged, "Okay, only the scar is left, you can take a shower."
After saying that, Peter took off his clothes and jumped in with a plop. The two brothers took a bath like a war. Wanda knocked on the door and asked them if they planned to drown in it. Peter dragged Harry out who was too tired and didn't want to say anything.
"I always feel like I haven't enjoyed the weekend so much in a long time." Harry said happily, lying on the sofa and slumped into a large font, and let Peter pick up the yellow ash wood wand that was casually placed on the coffee table. He poked his belly exposed under his T-shirt twice, "It's a little itchy, hey, don't be like this, Peter. Are Uncle Charles and Erik coming back today?"
"Oh," there was a moment of confusion on Wanda's face. Peter quickly ran away before Harry slapped him. When he came back again, he opened his mouth for his sister: "They still have things to do - I think one of them It might include showing off their engagement rings to others! But if you want to sleep in the same bed as dad, Harbao," he winked at Harry, "please Erik, it's okay, ask him to give you a seat!"
Wanda just looked at him casually, but now she almost spit out a mouthful of water.
Peter wore a furry pajama jacket and a furry hat, looking particularly like a silver-gray long-haired cat. If he were three years old, he would be really cute. If he were thirteen years old, he could be called cute. But Peter's age is older than both of them combined, which is very funny.
"Do you want to be a rag doll on the bed today, Peter?" Wanda made a rare joke. Although her voice was low and deep, there was always an uptick in her jokes, "It's a pity that I'm past the age of sleeping with a rag doll. "
"Who wants to sleep with a doll?" A laugh came from the door, and Harry jumped up from the sofa.
"dad!!!"
He jumped down with his bare feet, thumping on the floor and ran towards the door. Charles also stood there and stretched out his hand, just like Harry did when he was three years old, his father held his son in his arms.
"Hey, sweetheart, I just now feel that you have the weight of a normal twelve-year-old boy," Charles sighed as he hugged Harry, "This momentum is so powerful!"
Charles couldn't help but be happy at this moment - the child looked very healthy now. Anyway, he never wanted to see his son with his eyes closed again. What happened at these times scared them.
Harry noticed that the hand patting his back had a bright blue diamond ring on it. He couldn't help but look at Erik behind Charles. The latter coughed a few times and had an identical one in his hand.
By the time Harry noticed it, he couldn't help but laugh.
"What are you laughing at, dear?" Charles carried him into the living room and asked with a smile.
I want a lot more family, I am happy. I'm happy that you can finally be with Uncle Eric. Harry wanted to say this. But since Erik and Charles were never too thick-skinned, he finally just buried his face in Charles's arms.
"I'm just so happy, Dad."
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Charles' house quickly became quiet. This is normal. Everyone is tired. Even Erik will want to leave all the troubles to Emma and continue to enjoy family time.
So, the day continued normally - Eric and Charles slept in the master bedroom, Wanda and Nina shared a room, and Peter squeezed into Harry's bed.
"I'm afraid you'll have nightmares." The eldest brother declared.
Harry insisted, "I don't have anything to give you nightmares about."
Peter didn't care what he said and squeezed in directly. Harry twitched the corner of his mouth and let him hug him like a doll.
Five hours later, near the early hours of the morning, Harry suddenly sat up from the bed in a cold sweat. He was panting heavily when Peter held him in his arms and patted him, and fed him a few more mouthfuls of water.
"What did I say?" Peter shook his head, "You're going to have nightmares - what are you dreaming about?"
After experiencing war, near-death, and a series of other things, Peter didn't think any child wouldn't have nightmares, even Harry.
Harry gasped and drank a few sips of water: "Just...just some things. Things I'm afraid of." As he said that, he patted his head and got out of bed. Peter quickly grabbed him: "It's midnight now. What are you going to do?”
"I'm going to hogwarts," Harry said as he got dressed. "I don't know if Draco will have nightmares yet."
"What? Are you going to leave me alone to find your friend?" Peter said dissatisfied with this situation where friends are more important than brothers, "Hey, hey, it's me and Wanda who are twins, not you and Draco! Can't you go find him tomorrow?"
"This is the first night, what if he's scared to sleep alone?"
Harry looked at his bed with nostalgia, found the time turner and put it around his neck. He knew that if he slept at Hogwarts, he might suffer from insomnia...but compared to his own insomnia, he was more worried about whether Draco would also have nightmares.
Would Draco be like himself, dreaming about others possibly dying, dreaming about the slaves in the dungeon, dreaming about K□□'s face struggling and wailing before death? During the day, they could laugh and talk and say it didn't matter, but at night, memories would come to their door in their dreams, and Harry was frightened to wake up like this.
Nightmares are something so unpredictable that they always scare you when you are at your most peaceful, unprepared to unearth fears you don't even know you have.
If it weren't for this nightmare, Harry almost forgot that this was Draco's first night.
It was the first night he slept alone since killing K□□en.
