Whenever someone is tired of going to school, revising over and over again and wants to recite the Imperius Curse to himself, and then gets into a trance right after the final exam, the classmates will comfort each other:
"It will be over soon, and I will be liberated immediately. Think about it, it will be summer vacation after it is over!"
The same words are equally useful in the Muggle world and the wizarding world, and they are even more useful in Charles' school. After all, the college run by Harry's family has a lot of subjects...
Having said this, I have to mention by the way, no matter what, it is the same world, the same event, and none of the three places has canceled the final exam. It has to be said that it is also the persistence of the education industry - as long as the world has not truly come to an end One second, students have to take exams.
This also means: If there is a holiday, no matter how terrible things have happened before, it cannot stop students from swinging their legs and having fun.
So when Harry was sitting in the study room of his college, looking up from checking a pile of orders for drinks and desserts, and preparing to go downstairs to relax, he casually glanced out the window and was shocked to find that there was a mess outside, with trees falling down. Now, the water has dried up, but there are still unknown energy groups floating in the sky. Those who don't know it still think that there is an enemy invasion, and they start a fight with their own students on the open back garden grass of their home college.
He took a deep breath, pushed the window open with a bang, looked at the group of people playing wildly below in shock, took out his yellow ash wood wand, pointed it at his throat, and made a sound like a loud bell.
"What are you doing?!"
He asked word for word the question that was flooding the screen in his heart.
"dad?!"
Moreover, Harry glanced around and called out a name that was absolutely impossible to call out at this time.
Charles, who was playing wildly with the students on the lawn, holding his waist while panting and laughing, raised his head, smiled and said hello: "Hey, son!! Give us a repair to make it as good as before!"
When he said this, John had a lighter in one hand and a big fireball in the other. He seemed to want a big one. The flames rose up to the sky in his hand. Li Qianhuan chuckled, raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The energy gathered and a huge firework exploded in the sky with a loud noise. Harry couldn't help but cover his ears.
Harry inhaled and opened his mouth again, inhaled and opened his mouth again. The hand holding the wand was shaking and shaking. He really couldn't follow his father's wishes and cast a repair spell - Merlin, am I dreaming? !
"You-" He felt like he was possessed by Hermione at this moment, his tone was full of pain and accusation, "How can you use your abilities to play like this! Look at this place!"
"We are preparing a program for the wedding!" A girl holding a guitar in her hand and playing happily said, "The exams and the war are over, this is entertainment!"
"Anyway, you know the repair spell and can restore it, right?" Someone else smiled flatteringly at Harry.
"…………"
Harry suddenly realized why they were able to go so far: it was all because of the repair spell he used when he was in school.
In fact, the damage to the college was not that big at first, but maybe K□□en couldn't control his anger because he didn't catch anyone. Sixty percent of the place was damaged by him. When Harry came back, he felt the same heartache as everyone else. , participated in the repair work. Also involved in the repair work were Wanda, Jean and Erik, but later everyone discovered that the repair speed of these three people could not be compared with Harry alone.
Because if the first three can save the cost and time of the engineering team, Harry's repair is admittedly a bit slow, but not strenuous. He seems to have directly made a program to rewind the time of the item, where the tip of the wand points. , the fragments were gently put together, the water droplets slowly floated back, the stairs were automatically connected, and the dust returned to the earth from various places. This magic returns everything to an undamaged state. Even the pizza in the microwave is steaming hot and can be stuffed into your mouth - although no one dares to eat it - while saving many precious documents, it also It has saved many people's treasures for many years and was Hank's experimental product. The response has been good.
And many girls hugged him and kissed him several times - it was so satisfying to see their broken lipstick, powder, and eyeshadow box all restored, second only to watching their love rival's cosmetics being crushed to pieces...
Harry is a little busy because of this - he has to be responsible for the repair work and part of the wedding preparations, while Charles has also started his rehabilitation. After experiencing the days of losing his legs, he is very happy and cherishes what he has every day. Running was now his new pleasure. Harry and Erik followed him nervously every morning. Eventually, the morning run became a family affair, with the whole family running with Charles, even R□□en didn't sleep for beauty treatments. Go to sleep.
r□□en believes without hesitation that there is nothing better than running with her brother. What is more important than jogging in the morning with her brother who has healthy legs?
No!
Moreover, Charles' growing belly also alarmed her - in the past few years of raising Harry and now, Erik and Harry, the two people who loved Charles the most, seemed to have overfed him. , r□□en believes that keeping his brother in good shape is necessary to prepare for the wedding.
"It's not easy for your father to get married once," r□□en told Harry, who felt that the plan was redundant during the weight loss plan. "I didn't want to think that when you have children, we have to point to that picture." The wedding photos said, look, this is when your grandfather got married, and because he had a little belly we had to give him a suit that was a few sizes bigger than Erik!"
This was considered a serious slander by Erik. He looked at R□□en sternly, thinking that she was blind and that she didn't love Charles that much. Harry looked at the training sheet in embarrassment and then looked at him. Dad, it's hard to say whether the little bit of meat on Charles' waist can be considered a belly.
Maybe women's requirements for a 'good figure' are just a little high.
Charles didn't care at all that his sister said he was fat. When r□□en said this, he was lying on the sofa, lying upside down, with his head on the soft cushion and his legs hanging on the back of the sofa. As long as he exerted force on his waist, Then he could get up, fall down laughing, and hit the sofa with his headbutt, which shocked Harry.
He was happier than ever before. Even when Charles laughed, Harry could see the sparkle of light bursting out of his blue eyes, and the smile filled his face more eagerly than ever. On his face, the word youth, which has never escaped him, has overcome the traces of time and bloomed with unparalleled brilliance.
He is undoubtedly more beautiful than before, and more charming and energetic, as if magic has turned back time on him. When Harry is held in Charles' arms, he can't help but wonder whether his father was such a young man before - - Energetic, wise and handsome, although his grades are high, he is definitely one of the party mischief-makers, drinking his own beer, chatting up the most beautiful girls or boys, and swaying when the dance music plays. Her hair, her hips swaying, her eyes following the pole dancer's... Well, stop, it seems like there's some movie plot mixed in.
——But this is too much energy!
After finishing his memories, Harry lay down by the window and waved his wand wordlessly. A large handful of ice water fell from the sky, drenching the group headed by John and Bobby, and restoring all the damaged flowers, plants and trees. , the lawn was automatically trimmed, and then I looked helplessly at my favorite father.
"You know you are the principal, right, dad?" Harry looked at Charles standing downstairs with his hands on his hips, panting, and an excited smile on his face, and said weakly, "You have to lead by example, not follow them. Make trouble for me, you can't...you can't take advantage of Uncle Eric...I mean, bully me like this while Eric is not around!"
Eric went on a long trip today, neither in the college nor at home. The atmosphere in the college recently is so good that it can lift the roof. Without Erik, everyone is unwilling to be honest. Charles is also unwilling to be honest. He seems to have had enough. Playing with all the things that have not been able to play happily in these years, this kind of energy made the whole family angry and funny, and Erik even felt a sense of sadness - Charles should have been a healthy person who could play like this. , Harry felt sorry for his father: How many years had it taken him to have such energy! How much Dad wishes he could run and jump like a normal person!
Now think about it, Charles was able to take care of a child from a one-year-old baby to the present by himself when his legs could not move. Even with the help of Hank and others, it was not an easy task. In fact, Harry could still see some records, for example, some of the children in the academy were adopted orphans... But as orphans, Harry himself had been the treasure in Charles's hand as long as he could remember.
Although they were all well taken care of, and Harry had helped with housework since childhood, it had to be said that Harry had to admit with his conscience that he was the lucky one and the one who was favored.
"Don't look at those documents," Charles laughed and said to his son downstairs, "come and play with us, Harry! You can do whatever you want with those documents!"
"You are about to have the best wedding in the world, how can you do it casually?!" Harry tapped the wand on the window sill, and the tip of the wand automatically spit out many sparkling little stars due to long-term practice. He finished this sentence After saying this, the students below all laughed, just like adults saying 'you're fired' when they see a child wearing a small suit. When Harry scanned the people one by one who were clearly going home for the holidays, but who naturally wanted to 'help', they stopped one by one in embarrassment.
"So...what have you done this morning?"
Harry asked slowly, condemning with his eyes, and everyone could feel the blame in his tone.
Maybe this kind of resentment coming from a twelve-year-old boy is a bit embarrassing. Everyone put away their abilities, coughed a few times and spread out, pretending that they were passing by the garden on the way to work and were overwhelmed by the beautiful scenery. Carefully left behind, only Charles was still standing below, stretching out his arms towards Harry. The latter hesitated for a while, but in the expectant expression of "Come on, come on" on Charles's face, he still gave up everything. method, he cast a weight-reducing spell on himself, stepped through the window with his eyes closed, and jumped down.
"Hey-whoop!"
After making an exaggerated struggling sound, Charles took his son firmly into his arms and spun him around.
"Speaking of the wedding, would you like to go out for a walk?" Charles said happily after kissing his son on the cheek.
Harry wiped the saliva from his face dumbfounded: "Dad, what do you mean?"
"The blank invitations were delivered yesterday. I think we can invite a group of your friends and their families to watch the ceremony. Of course, we will cover all the expenses. Anyway, I think you still have a few good friends in hogwarts. ." Charles bumped his forehead against Harry's. This action was unique to both father and son. "And if you are willing," his smile faded a little, "Moira's share should also be given to her."
"——By me." Harry responded firmly. But in the blink of an eye, he felt a little strange: "But didn't Erik say before..."
"Erik insists on letting him go, but I think you will be willing to deal with this problem by yourself, dear." Charles put his son down and said seriously, "You are already a half-grown young man, and you are no longer the only one who can do it." The kid was curled up in my arms eating snacks. Erik went to the meeting and said that that was the result that the bastard deserved. This was more like a notification... He could do this to him, don't doubt it. That would be easy. Solve the problem, but I think we should give Moira the most direct respect: tell her the future without leaving any trace."
Tell her that my friend stabbed K□□en with a sword for me, and then there was no ashes left in his death. Harry pursed his lips, feeling that reality was too cruel to Moira in all senses.
If this thing was done by Harry, Harry could kneel on the ground without hesitation and hold Moira's thigh, swearing that he would treat Moira like a son to his mother. Moira would also not be able to ignore her friend's child being fucked by her own son. death, and then resentment; but the reality is a little worse than this, because it was Draco who did it. If you drag this guy in front of Moira again, he can only roll his eyes and adopt the same attitude as Erik: That guy deserves to die, and Harry also You can't force Moira not to resent Draco - it's always easy to hate someone who has nothing to do with you.
But it can't be Draco. It can't be Draco. What's wrong with Draco? Is it wrong to stab a bad guy for the sake of your friend?
In fact, Harry also believed that K□□en deserved to die. K□□en was full of evil, and his men had killed countless people and tortured young boys. That kind of thinking made Harry feel twisted and dirty. If he and Draco were switched, maybe he Will poke k□□en a few more times.
But he didn't want Moira's resentment to fall on Draco, not at all. If this resentment really had to exist, it would be fine if it fell on him. In fact, Draco did it for himself, so it was only fair that it fell on him.
"Can I lie?" Harry said with difficulty, "Well, just say that I stabbed that sword, or something..."
That sword was actually manslaughter to a certain extent. It stabbed an ordinary person and sent him to the hospital to save him. But K□□en was full of evil and resentment. Gryffindor's sword could only send him to hell to meet Lucifer. There is no way out.
Charles thought about it for a moment, was tempted by the proposal, and then shook his head.
"Give her the truth, not lies." said the blue-eyed saint-like father. "This is the respect for a mother, the respect and fairness for our respectable friends."
Harry nodded reluctantly, and then they entered the academy through the back door and walked back to the study from the stairs. Charles sat down, patted his thighs and let his son sit in his arms, just like when they were children reading fairy tales and basic physics. That way.
"Let me think about which of your friends we want to invite...well, the first one, Draco?" Charles picked up an expensive pen and smiled when he wrote the word dragon like this, "Draco, the first one is Draco?" Of course one has to be Draco...oh, you haven't seen him in a few months, dear?"
He asked easily. Harry counted the numbers on his fingers and his heart skipped a beat: "...half a month?"
This was enough time for Draco to lose his temper, and Harry was not so busy that he thought his best friend was a 'very good-tempered' person.
Charles was a little gloating and took out an invitation from the newly printed invitation. It was a special invitation, with a champagne-colored texture and gold-gilded patterns. The names of Erik and Charles were printed lightly, low-key yet luxurious. If Stop and smell it, and you can still smell the light fragrance.
Charles wrote Draco's name on it with a pen, and then handed it to Harry: "He is a good boy, but he is quite clingy, but we also have to visit our friends often to prevent them from getting too lonely, right? Oh, it's all us It’s your fault that you have been so busy that you haven’t been able to play with your friends for half a month.”
For Harry, it was a rare thing two years ago to have non-mutant friends waiting for him to write letters and come to his door. It was also rare for Harry to have his friends lose his temper with extreme dissatisfaction. Harry was always good at understanding the difficulties of others and could easily be a considerate son, brother, and classmate.
But maybe Draco Malfoy is not an ordinary person at all and is particularly difficult to deal with. Sometimes he won't reason with you. He doesn't want Harry to be considerate of him and understand his difficulties, or understand but not accept it. If Harry doesn't agree to him, he will act unreasonably and directly. Therefore, Harry always failed to answer this paper, and seeing his son who was usually very proficient scratching his head or looking livid was a joy of being a father, for Charles.
Harry blushed and accepted the invitation, but did not jump down and run away. He knew that his father was watching his joke, so he could only pretend to be calm and not think about how harsh venom Draco might spew at him: "I can send everything else there, I'm not in a hurry."
Perhaps out of guilt, he swallowed and repeated, "I'm not in a hurry."
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When Harry was finding his way around the Malfoy manor with a dozen invitations and familiar roads, he breathed in the fresh air and realized that he hadn't been out for a long time.
"Should I go in through the gate and say hello to aunt before entering..." As he walked, he reflected that his way of entering was not polite, but after a moment, the corner of his mouth twitched and he remembered something, "... That’s assuming I know where the gate is.”
The time he took Draco away from home in the middle of the night, Harry was transferred directly to the manor based on the coordinates provided by Sirius. He didn't even remember which way the door opened. After all, it was too dark.
When he stepped onto the land of Malfoy Manor again, a strange feeling came over him. A coordinate attracted him. Subtle, small, in terms of touch, it seemed to be a slightly heated reminder in the soul. When Harry turned his direction, it still firmly wanted to guide Harry in that direction.
Then I'll try walking over there? Harry thought. After all, this is Malfoy's house, not in the temple of Apocalypse. The inexplicable feeling may be just an illusion caused by some kind of magic, or maybe Draco is doing some experiment.
Thinking of this, Harry swallowed, wondering if Draco would throw the cauldron over his head as a surprise as soon as he appeared.
Walking on a marble path paved on the soil of the garden, bypassing Narcissa's favorite laurel trees, Harry watched the white peacocks pacing gracefully on the grass for a while, resisted the urge to pluck a few feathers, and finally walked to the center of the garden. Near the pavilion.
The scenery there is the best. Harry heard Draco say that the weather in the manor has been adjusted by magic, so that the most suitable sunlight shines to the center no matter what. Even if it is winter outside, it can still maintain the warmth like spring, and Spring-like greenery. Harry thought this might be the same as the greenhouse.
Brushing aside a branch on one side, Harry looked at the small white pavilion and suddenly felt a little afraid to take a step. He felt very strange, just like a male high school student who had been absent from school for a long time and wanted to go back to school to play ball. Every time he faced the teacher, he always felt like he was being teased. A sign of scolding.
He thought for a moment, floated his feet up, and approached quietly from a path without trampling on a single blade of grass. When he saw the platinum-blond head in the pavilion, he immediately wanted to go over and say hello, but when he found that there were other people around Draco, he remained calm and quiet for the time being.
Out of another strange mentality, Harry allowed himself to float up slowly, hugged a branch of a tree, coiled up on it like a cat, and quietly poked his head out to look at the scene inside the pavilion. When he started to peek quietly, he was a little confused and thought about whether that 'strange psychology' was called 'when people who hate you are talking bad about you to your friends'.
Just as he was thinking this, another person who was also in the pavilion met Harry's eyes. The two looked at each other in silence. Harry blinked and felt that he had a barely friendly relationship with this person, so he waved and made a shushing gesture.
The other party's answer was...he spit out all the tea in an ungraceful manner.
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"...Why don't you come with us, Draco? France has a lot of new fashions this year, and the trend is rushing there again this year. You should go with us to get some tailor-made clothes," Pansy was holding Draco's arm. Arm, trying to invite him to go on a trip to France with him, "You haven't even attended any banquets recently. You used to be our center. Without you, we have no interest in having fun..."
Draco was wearing a simple dark green shirt. One of his arms was held by Pansy, and the other held his chin. He turned his head with a click and rolled his eyes elsewhere, obviously disapproving of Pansy's proposal. cold.
If it weren't for etiquette, we might have been thrown out by him. Blasie, who was dragged here by Pansy, thought so while enjoying the tea and snacks served by Malfoy's family with great interest.
"You can't be like this, Draco, are you only willing to be with X□□ier?" Pansy pouted and said in a soft voice, "You haven't talked to us properly for several months. This is too cruel to me. - Aren't we friends who grew up together? You were just like that - I know you felt that I was unwilling to help you at that time, but don't you know how dangerous Potter is? I don't hope You take risks for such people, this is not what we Slytherins should do!" She said the last two words in a very low voice.
Draco sneered, seemingly dissatisfied with these words, but didn't say another word to Pansy.
Pansy's face suddenly became unsightly, but she still didn't seem to give up. She picked up a piece of brownie snack on the table, brought it to Draco's mouth personally, and gently dropped the topic: "...Look, you always praise the brownies made by our house elf. No, I brought some here this time. Even if you don’t want to go out with us, you can always try them, right? Give me some face, dear Draco? "
Pansy always refused to shed tears when she saw the grave. Blasie watched this scene leisurely and gave himself a cup of tea.
Draco's heart has long become more elusive than before. Ever since he mysteriously disappeared and came back, he has become hard-hearted. No one can find out anything from him, or get anything related to 'that boy' (yes) (as everyone calls it privately now) opportunity to talk. As for Pansy, it was even more serious, because no matter how much Pansy begged, Draco wouldn't give her a look, a kind word, or even a good morning. Generally speaking, although Blasie is not happy to see Malfoy stay away from their circle, she is happy to see Pansy deflated: she is too noisy and too stupid. The flattery she has grown up has made her develop superfluous arrogance. She should It’s hard work.
In comparison, Draco's savior friend is much more comfortable. After all, there are no ambitious families behind him. He can't take away the benefits that their nobles have gained from Malfoy, can he?
'Never offend them', this is what the upper-class nobles said about the x□□ier family. During this period of time, they went around to inquire about information. Those who did not inquire enough would say that this was a dangerous company that was difficult to deal with. Those who heard some superficial information would cautiously want some opportunities to contact them to see if there was any benefit. There is money to be made, and the people who actually dig out all the information from America will tell their children that if 'that boy' is still in third grade at Hogwarts, never lay a finger on him.
What does Pansy know? In her heart, Draco's attention is more important than anything else. This is the girl in unrequited love. They always have a brave and timid heart.
Just as he was thinking this, Blasie turned a blind eye to Pansy's embarrassment across from him and cast his eyes casually on the tree opposite, and couldn't help but be stunned.
...Is there a harry x□□ier lying on the branch over there? He's still saying hello and nodding at me?
For a moment, Blasie thought she was dreaming.
When the other party blinked his green eyes and made a 'shhh' gesture, Blasie's eyes moved to Pansy who was reaching out to hand the snack to Draco's mouth, and couldn't help but spit out all the tea he just drank, aristocratic etiquette At this time there is nothing left. .
"Disgusting!!!" Pansy jumped up immediately and wiped her sleeves with a handkerchief, "What are you doing, Blasie!"
I feel like I'm saving you. Blasie was waving his hands while wiping his mouth and front with a handkerchief. At the same time, he had to make clumsy hints with his eyes and facial expressions like a hufflepuff, hoping that Draco would turn his head back to see someone and someone. Lurking in the trees like a cat.
"I just think..." Blasie forced himself to say, "You can stop making those corny remarks... I think Draco seems to know what he is doing... Come on, don't be so eager, Pansy, he's not a five-year-old." This little baby needs you to feed her."
Draco's gray-blue eyes glanced doubtfully at this slippery man. Before Blasie could make any more obvious hints, he saw Draco glance back and said... From Blasie's perspective, the man lying on the tree immediately hid himself higher up in the dense leaves.
Draco glanced around, and finally his eyes were fixed on the tree where Harry was hiding. Blasie guessed that the person who hid him was probably breaking out in a cold sweat, because Draco immediately threw Pansy away as if he was electrocuted. They walked over with hands and feet, and then kicked on the tree trunk.
Blasie covered Pansy who was about to scream in time - of course Draco's gesture was too rude and disrespectful, but what else could they do? Don't they just have to pretend they didn't see it?
"Come down." From a distance, they heard Draco shouting towards the tree, "I know you're up there!"
"Woooooooooo?!" Pansy asked Blasie with frightened eyes and a series of incomprehensible sounds.
"I guess we have to leave soon. Be quiet, girl." Blasie shook his head at her regretfully.
Draco, who was standing under the tree over there, immediately kicked him a second time and pulled out a second-hand wand from his sleeve that was obviously not his. A slightly scary smile appeared on his face that was cold just now.
"I know you can fly...but you don't want this tree that has lived for more than seven hundred years to suffer because of you, right? This is one of my mother's favorite trees."
The leaves trembled and were pushed aside, revealing a twelve-year-old boy with a look of helplessness and confusion.
"Are you threatening me with your own tree?" Harry said dumbfounded, although he was indeed threatened. After all, the tree was innocent. It is always bad to destroy the environment for little reasons.
"As long as it works." Draco put away the wand and shouted at the top, "Jump down! No power or magic is allowed!"
Harry's mouth twitched: "It's three meters high here."
"Hmm? So?" Draco said with an eyebrow raised, as if he didn't think three meters was a height at all.
Blasie listened from a distance, a little suspicious that Draco wanted his most cherished friend to break his leg.
"...Okay then." Harry clapped his hands, closed his eyes, relaxed all his muscles, and jumped down from the branch, falling like a swallow that had lost its wings -
"——Merlin, you really dance!!"
——But of course someone below him stretched out his arms, blocking his trajectory amidst the roar, but unfortunately, Draco's arms were obviously not strong enough. When Harry fell into his arms, gravity accelerated. And Harry's weight ruthlessly threw Harry and him to the ground.
"Ouch!"
Draco let out an angry cry of pain, and Harry threw himself on him. When he landed, his shoulders couldn't help but began to shake. Compared to his father who caught him steadily, Draco seemed like a little kid who was overestimating his abilities. The beast was crushed by the big grapefruit that fell with a plop.
This feels kind of cute. Harry touched his face and chuckled inwardly, even though he was the 'big grapefruit' himself. He shook his shoulders, put his whole body weight on Draco, and hooked his neck. He shouted "one, two, three" in his heart, and used the strength of his body to pull the two of them up together.
Draco gasped in his arms, and then grabbed the other person's collar fiercely.
"You knew I would catch you, so you jumped down, right? You didn't even use a buffer! If I hadn't caught you -"
Harry smiled and pulled Draco's hook-like fingers away from his collar.
"But I know you will catch me, I have no doubt about it, Draco." He said sweetly and flatteringly, his emerald eyes the same as the sunlit green leaves on the top of his head. , people can't help but feel fond of it and slow down their tone.
Draco was originally full of anger, but after seeing such a face and such a soft attitude, he was forced to disappear without a trace. He originally wanted to be a little more angry, so that this bastard would know how angry he was during this time, but who could be so angry at such a Harry?
So damn cunning. Draco couldn't help but curse in his heart, but he could only make a gentle gesture like patting the leaves of grass on Harry's head and shoulders in shock.
At first, he reluctantly scolded Harry: "You are already the heir of an independent family, a noble, and the head of a family with the ability to act independently. You can't hand over a greeting card or a letter before visiting your friends. Wait for me Reply to the letter and prepare yourself for the guests. Are you coming again? Do you have to be so rude and silently enter and exit other people's manors, hiding in the trees and peeping without saying hello?" Speaking of the letter, Draco felt a little resentful. "Are you too lazy to write a letter of even a few sentences? Count how long it has been, half a month!"
Harry said politely: "So you want me to write you a letter, and then you reply. I will put on formal clothes and bring gifts. After receiving your letter, I will formally apply to connect the fireplace in your home. I will come to visit again when you clear your schedule." ?real?"
"..." Draco calculated the time, paused suspiciously, and admitted defeat, "No, that's a waste of time."
——But this is obviously the normal etiquette among nobles! Why do you think it’s a waste of time! Or is Draco following this guy and becoming abnormal? !
Pansy gestured to Blasie in shock, and the bracelet on her hand jingled. She tried her best to express what she meant. She pointed over there and whined, but for their safety, Blasie would not and could not let Pansy Speaker.
"Shh, shh, he is different from us a long time ago," Blasie pressed her hand down and shook her head regretfully, "I thought you knew it a long time ago."
On the other side, Harry shrugged, thought for a while, and nodded to Blasie and the others: "Hello." He was very polite and steady at this time, just like when he threw Draco to the ground just now. It has never been the same, but everyone knows that this kind of etiquette means just being polite, "I'm sorry, did I disturb your tea party?"
Draco, who was standing next to him, suddenly felt something in his heart. He remembered that Pansy was hugging his arm almost pleadingly and bringing a piece of cake to his mouth... Although Draco still couldn't figure out the reason, he felt inexplicably embarrassed and guilty. , as if he had done something wrong that should not be seen by anyone, let alone Harry... He even felt that his arm being held by Pansy was burning.
He coughed a few times quickly, waved at Blasie and Pansy like flies, and stood in front of Harry to block his view: "Let's go to my room to play." He said decisively, and winked behind him while pushing Harry away. , and said loudly: "They are just guests. They were leaving soon...Thank you for visiting the Malfoy family today. The house elf will take you to the fireplace, Blasie."
Draco pushed Harry quickly, ignoring the latter's complaints of "Hey, I want to drink tea with you too" and walked away from another path. His attitude was not even polite, it was just perfunctory. Just a degree.
"He doesn't seem to be able to wait for a moment." Blasie, who knew what would happen, stood there and sighed, "How urgent this is - ah, this burning longing."
Pansy, who was covering her mouth and pressing her hands with his palm, looked like she was about to faint from his suffocation.
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Draco closed the door hard, and then hugged Harry. It was so tight that it could almost choke a person out of breath. A fire that had been suppressed for a long time was now ignited in his heart, because he had not seen the guy in front of him for a long time, and he had a lot of longing and longing. , they were still secretly stoking the fire in Draco's heart.
He hugged Harry tighter, and the strange thought that had come to him that night not long ago flashed across him again: mine. It's all mine.
Such thoughts are not uncommon at all. It is not only the reason why he expects Harry to come to him, but also the reason why he restrains him from looking for Harry. Draco is hesitant and lacks self-confidence inexplicably, which makes Harry feel uncomfortable within half a month. Not even a letter was received.
Draco's strength gradually increased, almost making a girl scream in pain, but as a boy with good physical fitness, Harry certainly didn't feel that way at all. Draco has always been very clingy at times like this. It's not surprising, yours Your friend just wants to hug you, so what if you hug her harder?
So he was hugged obediently and put his chin on Draco's shoulder, which made Draco want to press the heart in his chest - it beat too fast, and when their chests were pressed against each other, It would be embarrassing if Harry thought he had a heart attack.
Draco actually wanted to open his mouth and ask how much he saw, but in the blink of an eye he suddenly remembered that he was not doing anything shameful and there was no need to be so nervous.
He let go of Harry, coughed a few times to cover up, crossed his arms and looked at Harry sideways.
"So-" he said with a long voice, "You finally got away from the complicated wedding preparation, and remembered that you still have a close friend who should never forget to wait for your arrival and communication?"
Draco did not disable a sour tone, because Harry was so busy some time ago, and no one even saw his shadow of the exam. The transcript was still taken by Draco to help him. Where to send this thing, he ran around every day.
"Just because we said good." Harry said here, and couldn't help laughing. He took out the invitation from Malfoy's house from his own schoolbag.
Draco reached out subconsciously, and then asked his palm immediately.
"Say it, please eat cake." Harry said happily.
"…………"
Although this is indeed an agreement, the loss still overwhelmed most of the good mood in Draco's heart.
But what do I want? Draco thought.
"My dad said that I would invite all my friends to come to the wedding. This is the first, the first!" Harry keenly noticed that Draco's expression was so delicate, and quickly stated, "Please write and write me well. Just come to you! The first copy cannot be someone else, only you! "
"That's pretty much it."
Draco quickly put the invitation into the small drawer of his desk, and this time looked much more satisfied.
"What are you locked like this? I want to show Aunt Narcissa, this invitation to invite your family." Harry felt inexplicable.
"You can't see my mother, she is in San Mango." Draco said very quickly, "She has now reached the expected date of your idiot. She has noticed something a few days ago. Now she is already in the best ward of San Mango's best ward It is necessary to give birth, and three therapists guard her every day, you can't see her in the manor. "
Harry jumped up as soon as he heard the word 'due date'.
"Then what are you doing here?! Why don't you accompany your mother?" Harry looked at Draco shocked, "Oh my god, I don't know that Aunt Narcissa is already giving birth in San Mango."
"What do you know, you know that your father is about to get married," Draco couldn't help but say again, "My father will not let me go to see my mother every day, he said that I will only add a burden on my mother and give it to my mother. The treatment division is troublesome. "
"But if you don't accompany your mother, what if she wants to see you before production?" Harry's tone was unexpectedly sacred by Draco. He was amazed, "You will miss the first moment when your brother was born! "
Draco stood in place and looked at him from left to right.
"It's my brother and sister, it's not yours, why are you more excited than me." Draco asked complicatedly. He wanted to want a sister, but if Harry's eager bet on his little sister was on the upcoming little Malfoy ... Draco felt that it was not so happy.
"Whether he or her, it is my brother and sister," Harry patted Draco's shoulder. "You forget that we have relatives -your brother and sister are also my brother and sister, or you think the cousin cousin cousin niece More appropriate? "
"..."
When Draco's eyes were condemned Harry with the eyes of "Are you abnormal?", The door of the Draco room was knocked, and the sharp and humble sound of the family raising the elf was shouted outside. .
"Master DRACO, Dear Master, I'm sorry to disturb your guests ... But the owner of Lucius has news to inform the young master -his wife is about to produce in San Mango!"
"…………"
Draco looked at Harry shocked ... Then his body shook, and he broke down in an instant!
"Draco?! Draco !!"
Harry quickly caught him, grabbed his shoulder, and shook his name.
"Shut your mouth ... you have a crow's mouth !!!" Draco stood up while holding Harry, shouting weakly. He wanted to stand up with his legs, but couldn't help it soft.
My mother is going to produce. Draco thought that the problem was not 'younger brother or sister' in his mind in a moment. The wizard family did not know why the super high production accident probability, the more pure the blood, the higher the probability.
His hands began to tremble, his legs were soft.
Why didn't I think of this early? ! What am I doing before? ! Why did I go before? !
"You are right ..." Draco said aside, he even immediately overthrew his previous thoughts, "I should go with my mother!"
Harry looked at Draco silently and hadn't stepped into the fireplace. He scared himself half to death first, and had to support him half of his body.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid," he patted Draco's back. "It's just when it is time to produce, there is no bad news, don't be afraid ... I'll go with you, Draco, see, how lucky I am, what I am here is exactly what I am here. Don’t be afraid of. "
He was holding Draco's hand, and it was just a few seconds in a few seconds, and he had to have a few sips of heat at his palm.
"We don't take the fireplace, okay?" Harry bowed his head and asked Draco warmly, for fear that he would scare him loudly, the latter nodded, and then a door twisted from the air appeared in front of them, although luck, although luck Not very good, it is not the corner but the center of the corridor.
The emergence of this door made Dr. San Mango's exclaiming, and the internal corridor scene of San Mango, who was busy at first glance, was not the focus of their attention.
Harry and Draco crossed the door together.
"Sorry, borrow it! We are anxious to visit our family!"
In order to prevent countless magic wands from, Harry took off his bangs, ordered it with a magic wand, knocked on his newly replaced boxing glasses to make it a round glasses. The pair of round frames had been broken in the temple, but Harry had seen the prediction newspaper, and the above himself was wearing the pair of round boxes. Sure enough, after changing, Harry's newspaper, suspected of terrorist or black wizard's face was much more recognizable than their previous faces. He also cautiously watched their wizards who made all the wizards giving all the weird expressions let open the open. One way, like the sea of Moses.
They rushed all the way.
