When Harry looked at Draco with wide eyes while Mrs. Weasley turned to care for Neville, the latter was stiff and his posture was no more comfortable than a stone statue.
"Draco..." Harry asked tentatively.
"Don't say anything," Draco closed his eyes with a miserable look on his face and growled in a low voice, "Just pretend you didn't hear anything!"
"...No, what are you thinking about?" Harry changed the line, that is, back to the telepathy line. He tried to interpret Draco's words with ordinary people's thinking, "You won't tell me, Now you suddenly think ginny is beautiful? If you say so, then don’t worry, I——"
"No, no no, no no no!!!" Draco looked back at him in horror, "Don't think about things that won't happen even if the world is destroyed!" He replied angrily, "What are you thinking about in your head every day? Why do you think I can like a Weasley?"
Harry shrugged: "You can't say that. Love knows no boundaries, race, family or gender. Love can arise from any relationship."
"You don't need to defend the equal marriage law here," Draco said, but couldn't help but feel a little stirred by Harry's words, "Besides, this law has not yet been passed in the UK."
The Equal Marriage Act was proposed by a Muggle-born wizard five years ago. Although he had no foundation, he rose to a high-ranking government official. He advocated that the wizarding world liberalize laws on marriage and advocated that wizards engage in completely free love. He said in his speech that he hopes that any lover can successfully enter into a marriage with the blessing of his family, regardless of whether he is pure blood or mixed blood, the family is friendly or bad, or whether they are the same gender and the same nationality.
This proposal has so far been supported by some wizards, but it is really not suitable for the policies that the British wizarding community wants - among other things, they are in urgent need of population, and there is currently no magic that can guarantee that two same-sex wizards can have healthy offspring. , Therefore, although you cannot express anything against homosexuality on the surface, it is still very difficult to get a marriage registration, and most of these wizards will choose to go abroad.
It is still difficult to achieve the liberation of one of the deep-rooted laws - the United States did not allow wizards and Muggles to have entanglements or even marry fifty years ago - but this proposal has not yet been submerged. In the vast history, some people believe that if the struggle continues for a period of time, it is possible that the equal marriage law will be passed.
After Harry finished recalling the equal marriage law, he couldn't laugh or cry: "No, I am not promoting the equal marriage law, although I do think it is necessary to pass this law... But if you are not attracted to Ginny, why are you asking me? Is she good-looking?"
"What I mean is-" Draco paused, "-you don't like her, do you?"
"What do I see in her?" Harry felt that this guy really needed to come at any time, and he growled to Draco in his mind, "Why should I have any charming thoughts about my friend's eleven-year-old sister? How perverted I am!”
They were talking like this in their heads, but not a word came out of their mouths. The twins next to them watched their faces become uglier and uglier. In the end, Harry's fingers even began to move unbearably, looking like they were about to get ready at any moment. Give Draco a punch.
The twins looked at each other. Their expressions and actions were common in school. Generally speaking, this would happen after someone bullied their classmates too much. And half a minute later, something they loved to see would happen - His Royal Highness the Prince of Slytherin. He was dragged to a deserted place by the savior boy and beaten up.
But now they seemed to be performing a mime - not moving their lips, not speaking a single syllable, and just by the unpredictable expressions on their faces, they seemed to be able to tell each other what they were roaring about.
Finally, the twins curled their lips when they saw Draco - but his expression was much better. Harry repeatedly scolded him with an expression of 'Are you kidding me?', his emerald green eyes stared at him like awls, making Draco feel uncomfortable all over.
There is a secret flavor. The twins rubbed their hands together and exchanged this opinion while making eye contact with their brother.
On the other side, under the motherly care of Mrs. Weasley, Neville stumbled and described his miserable summer life: everything stemmed from the evil final exam, Neville's grades were due to his own efforts, and Hermione's help, his uncle's Under intimidation, it can be said that he has made rapid progress compared to before, but his bad potion still made his uncle feel embarrassed, and being threatened by a scum like Lockhart (this is how his uncle described it) was even more embarrassing. It was a shame to go to hell, so Neville was put under house arrest as soon as he returned home.
"But the reason why you were targeted by Lockhart is to save me." Harry didn't quite understand this kind of parent. Although Erik was also a strict father, he would never punish his children because they were bullied. "How could he?" Can this be blamed on you?"
"My little uncle is like that," Neville smiled bitterly and shook his head. "He told me since I was a child that if I was bullied, I would only have myself to blame."
"This is not a wise way to teach children," Mrs. Weasley said disapprovingly. "Children need to be taught, but they also need to be loved and cared for! Poor children, how can you imagine how bad people can be nowadays?"
"Mom was a fan of Lockhart before," George whispered to Harry. "After hearing about him kidnapping Ron and the others, she burned all his books."
Generally speaking, Neville can't owl or go out during the entire holiday. He can only practice potions and spells under the guidance of the invited tutor. He is not allowed to go out or write letters unless he reaches the level of A... Although Draco and Harry Later it was estimated that this had already lowered the standard. It seemed that Antonis Longbottom also knew how destructive his nephew was in potions.
However, as they know - even if it is just an 'A', a score that Draco can achieve even if he takes a nap, it is still very difficult for Neville. Therefore, if Ron and the others did not fly there because of worry, Longbottom's ancestral home went to pick him up. He would definitely not be able to come out during the entire holiday...
"You can tell at a glance that you have never suffered in this area, haven't you?" Ron complained a lot about this. He said to Harry and Draco, "You, and Hermione, are the three who are weighing on us. It’s such a big mountain, your scores are always perfect, why are you not willing to get an E in anything other than flying lessons..."
Draco: "——My flying lessons are also o."
Harry raised his hand: "Me too."
"I mean Hermione——" A proud look appeared on Ron's face, "Her broom always disobeys——"
"You can catch up with her in this class," Draco said sarcastically. "How about adding up all your scores? Maybe you can beat her scores in two or three subjects."
Harry reached out and punched him in the back.
ron: "You don't know how crazy she is before the finals. She will read books desperately for the sake of scores. I don't know how you get O in everything——"
"How can you say that about your friends, Ron?" Mrs. Weasley obviously had different opinions. She immediately said to her youngest son, "Why can't you learn from them? They are the top three in grade. You What is it? They are top students with an 'O' in every subject. Why can you only get an E as your highest score? If you asked me less for a Quidditch broom every time and read more books, you could get With higher scores, your brothers can achieve everything..."
"Merlin, I don't want to compare with them, they are all geniuses, Mom," Ron pointed at Harry and Draco, rarely talking back to his mother, "They are all people who can learn more while sleeping... Oh, Dad !You're back!"
Following the sound coming from the door, Ron ran over eagerly, interrupting the conversation.
However, when he said that, Draco showed an expression of 'This idiot is hopeless', Harry shook his head in disapproval, and Neville seemed to have something to say, but looking at Ron's mother, the three of them still had nothing to say. They all knew that talking too much would make Ron get more blame, and then the matter might be over, and Ron would leave the complaints for later and mutter in their ears.
Draco really wanted to show off his achievements, but after Harry quietly held his hand from below and warned him, he closed his open mouth well and held the hand behind him. , making it impossible for Harry to pull out easily.
"Oh, Ron! I thought something happened to you!" Mr. Weasley smiled cheerfully and patted his little son on the head when he came in. He saw dozens of boys here again, "So you put him I brought you back...Oh," he looked a little embarrassed, "you brought other friends too?"
He is a thin man, a little bald because of his age. After all, although his youngest daughter is only eleven years old, his eldest son is old enough to get married. He was wearing an old green robe, and his whole body was dusty. He was rubbing his big hands a little tiredly, and walked in with a bit of help: "Harry Potter? And Lucius Malfoy's son?"
"Hello, Mr. Weasley," Harry stood up and shook hands with him, a standard good student smile on his face, "Nice to meet you."
"Oh my god, it's really you, Harry Potter! Ron has told us a lot about you!" Mr. Weasley sighed, shaking hands with celebrities like no one Harry had ever seen, "You look great. You look so much like your father... I'm so happy to see you!"
"They all say that." Harry said with a smile.
Draco, on the other hand, reluctantly stood up after Harry kicked him and reluctantly said hello: "Nice to meet you, sir."
This attitude was extremely reluctant, and everyone could see that he was not very happy with it, but Mr. Weasley didn't think he was rude at all. Maybe he also felt in his heart that this was the limit...
On the contrary, he looked at his face that was quite similar to Lucius Malfoy's in shock. While shaking his head, he said vaguely: "Oh, oh, Merlin, I mean... ahem, I'm happy too. See you, boys.”
When he spoke, the twins and Ron both let out suppressed sighs, with a hint of inexplicable excitement. Harry also heard Ron say: "I will remember this moment for the rest of my life: that Draco Malfoy saying hello to my dad!"
"Shut up, Weasley," Draco said in a low voice as he sat down again, "I don't expect you to understand - this is my basic etiquette as a noble!"
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Now that the head of the family has returned, Harry immediately fulfilled today's task: took out the invitation and explained his intention.
He was very happy to announce the news of his father's upcoming marriage to the Weasley family. At the same time, he sincerely handed over the wedding invitation and invited their whole family to watch the ceremony. Considering the situation of the Weasley family, he also specifically explained that there might be some difficulties during the journey. It is relatively far away, so all the expenses are borne by my family. As long as they can appear as guests at the wedding, my family will feel honored enough.
At the same time, Harry also took out another wedding invitation from his bag and handed it to Neville, not ignoring the sudden look of surprise on the latter's face.
"What a coincidence that I came here today," he said with a smile. "There is no need for me to make another trip. If your family is willing, Neville, we also welcome you and your family to be our guests."
Neville was extremely grateful, but he quickly lowered his head: "My uncle and uncle won't be willing to go... I'm sorry, Harry."
"Of course I'm not inviting your whole family because I have friendship with you, but because I'm friends with you, Neville." Harry fully understood what he meant. To be honest, if a group of people came who were extremely arrogant or malicious towards non-wizards, Harry was not willing to let such people appear at the wedding. "As long as you are willing to come, I will be happy."
They comforted Neville for a moment, and then Mr. Weasley couldn't stand it anymore and leaned forward eagerly. As he did so, Draco quietly leaned back a little and tightened his grip on Harry's hand.
"So, Harry, you have been living among Muggles, so you must be very familiar with things... that have nothing to do with wizards," the red-haired middle-aged man stared at Harry eagerly, just when Draco thought he was going to ask. When there was something about the Cairo Temple, mutants, superpowers and other things that were promoted by the Daily Prophet, he heard Mr. Weasley ask: "——Can you tell me, what is the rubber duck used for? How many stamps should be affixed?"
Draco: "…………"
Harry tried to endure it, but when he saw Mr. Weasley's eager expression, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.
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When several people sent Harry and his friends out of the courtyard together, Harry held Draco's shoulders and tried to laugh so as not to hurt his stomach.
"You, pfft, dad... haha... really like Muggle items," Harry said. "When you come to the wedding, please allow me to sincerely introduce him to my aunt's boyfriend. He is a man who is very interested in magic." If you are interested in scientists, they will definitely be able to chat with you.”
"I really wish I could go to the wedding." Neville said sincerely.
Ron patted Neville's back forcefully: "You can definitely go. You will stay at our house this holiday. You will share a room with me and we will go to Harry's wedding together!"
Fred: "Even without his post, I think he can go with our family. We originally planned to take him on the trip, if the Ministry of Magic hadn't become stricter on this aspect."
Draco couldn't help but rolled his eyes at this group of people, and whispered to Harry: "When Antonis Longbottom finds out about this, they will cry."
That was Neville's uncle, a senior official in the Ministry of Magic. He was not a Muggle who couldn't find the entrance to the Leaky Cauldron. Finding the place was easy.
"Travel?" Neville asked curiously. He didn't communicate with Ron during the entire holiday, and he didn't know what happened, let alone Harry, but Draco sneered.
When Ron mentioned this matter, he immediately beamed with joy: "My father won the Daily Prophet's annual grand prize, seven hundred galleons. He originally planned to use the money to go see Bill," he said He was a little discouraged here, "But in the past month, wizards are not allowed to go abroad, and they are very strict in this regard."
Harry was a little restless. He had a vague suspicion in his mind - because of the Cairo incident, the whole world had started to tighten up on going abroad, and the British wizarding world, which had little information and was said to have begun to have political chaos, was naturally more strict about it.
"Seven hundred galleons is already a lot of money," even Neville agreed, "Seven hundred." He seemed to be comforting Ron about something.
"Yeah, seven hundred, but I still can't buy a broom." Ron said dejectedly, "let alone a fire.
"Sorry?" Harry said, "Firebolt...what?" he said, "A new broomstick on the market?"
"New broomsticks are coming out faster than the book version, you seclusion at home," Draco mocked. He felt refreshed after leaving Weasley's house. He didn't stop talking, and even mocked Ron, " You want to buy fire for seven hundred galleons? You can’t even buy a handle!”
When he wanted to be annoying, he was always able to do so with ease, and Harry had to kick him in the butt.
"It's okay, he's right," Harry felt that Ron's whole body had turned gray, and he also agreed with Draco's words, which was rare, "Seven hundred galleons can't even buy the handle of a fire gun."
Neville said pertinently: "But that is definitely the best broom on the market, that's why it's so expensive. If you don't choose it, seven hundred Galleons is still a lot of money, Ron."
Harry thought for a while, seven hundred galleons, which is about thirty-five hundred pounds. He calculated it in his mind and came to the conclusion that seven hundred galleons was indeed a very good bonus. In fact, if the money was invested instead of traveling, Harry felt that the Weasley family could get more. money.
"But my parents won't even buy me a nimbus, and as you know, students with good brooms often get priority in joining the team." Ron said reluctantly, touching his nose and muttering, " I don’t want to fall behind anyone else’s broom – and you’ll all have good brooms.”
It seems that Ron really wants to have a place on the Quidditch team with a good broom.
However, even though I am embarrassed, what Ron said is indeed true. You can tell by looking at Draco that even seven hundred galleons is just a small sum of money to him, and he also has Felton's personal treasury; Neville's uncle never treats his nephew harshly in terms of money. It is said that he The amount of pocket money given to Neville was completely uncertain. When Neville received the notice from Hogwarts, Antonis Longbottom opened a personal vault for him without even raising an eyebrow, which was filled with gold galleons for his use in school. If it's not enough, you can always write a note to get it; and for Harry himself, well... he doesn't like asking Charles for money, and he doesn't touch the treasury left by his parents, but Charles has been since a long time ago He was a rich man, very rich. Harry's pocket money was definitely not small, and Sirius was always keen on buying him various things, at least on broomsticks. of.
Think about it, among the boys in their group, Ron does have the worst family conditions, and Ron has always wanted to join Gryffindor's school Quidditch team. It's no wonder that he wants a broom so much————In the school The Quidditch team is actually a bit unfair. Yes, they mainly choose students with good skills, but brooms are also very important. After all, some students can get very good brooms. When two people have similar skills, , most people will choose the one with the good broom.
Wherever there are people, there is contrast. This sentence suddenly popped into Harry's head. Even though Hogwarts has worked very hard to enact various systems, such as uniform uniform fabrics, unified books, uniform equipment and utensils, etc., to effectively suppress a certain degree of disparity, the gap between the rich and the poor will inevitably create various comparisons and various choices. .
"I can't play Quidditch at all," Neville comforted Ron. "That would be too - scary for me." He shrank his shoulders, as if he was remembering being thrown from the sky by the school's old broom in the first grade. , the feeling of breaking an arm, "You're always better than me at this, ron."
"But you don't like Quidditch at all, Neville," Ron said, "This is different." He looked at Draco with real envy and jealousy, "If only I had a teacher like this, I heard Felton To his personal treasury—"
Draco's face immediately turned ugly. Harry knew that he was quite jealous of Felton. Even if he legally obtained all of Felton's property as a mentor as an apprentice, there were always things that Harry didn't know about. between two people.
What is going on? Harry thought.
He had a strange sandwich cookie feeling: Draco was obviously his best friend, and Felton was his teacher or even mentor, but Felton and Draco had drawn a circle, and this circle clearly refused Harry to enter. Therefore, in After being confused by Draco during the first interrogation, Harry had the good sense not to ask a second time.
But this inevitably made him feel a little lonely and lost.
"Okay, stop your endless complaining, little Ron," Fred gave Draco a quick blow on Ron's head before Draco's face turned even worse. George hit him again on the other side, and then the twins hit the other three. A boy shrugged and said sorry.
"Our little brother is always so annoying-"
"If you keep nagging on an issue like a mother, you won't be able to change your mind no matter how hard you try to persuade her—"
"But if you leave him alone, he will easily sink into depression——"
"——So you should be more tolerant and tolerant."
george concluded.
Draco looked around expressionlessly, and his heart tightened when he saw Harry, but he still had the courage to warn everyone present: "Don't mention that person again."
"Okay, okay," George said, looking at the road ahead and choosing to change the subject, "How do you go back?"
Harry raised his hand and made an appropriate joke: "I am the means of transportation."
"Let us try it out sometime," Fred said. The twins really liked Harry. They each held one of his arms. George said with a smile, "Our little sister is looking forward to your coming. If you have more free time during the holidays, come to my house to play more. Ginny and mom will be happy, they both like you very much."
The corner of Harry's mouth twitched: "I think it's better not to make such a joke. That's your sister."
Draco was furious. He looked calm, but he forcefully pulled the twins apart: "Yes, you are not allowed to make such a joke, it is not funny at all, let alone make such a joke with that little girl - I don't Allowed." He said decisively.
"Oh, please, can you not be like Harry's mother, Malfoy," Ron said, "It's not that I think she has a crush - but what do you have against my sister! She doesn't Provoke you!"
"I have opinions everywhere," Draco tried to keep an expressionless face, but anyone would find that his face was becoming more and more tense, "Let your sister find someone to have a crush on, such as Longbottom, tell that Little girl, her idol’s first kiss—ouch!”
Harry blew his fists expressionlessly like him, and retracted the arm that struck Draco's abdomen. He seemed calm, but his head was actually a mess. If you look carefully, you'll notice that his ears and neck have changed color rapidly.
Ron and Neville took a breath because of this explosive statement. The twins, like cats smelling fishy smell, clung to each other again, their eyes sparkling.
"First kiss?" Fred winked at Harry, "Oh, oh, oh, our Merlin, which girl is so lucky to take it away, hmm?"
"We are very interested in this news. Do you want to consider telling us quietly?" George said with an expression of 'this can sell for a lot of gold galleons'.
Harry kept his face expressionless and shook his head - then he took away Draco who was coughing on the ground due to the painful blow, and disappeared with a loud cry.
"...Harry with no expression is scarier than Malfoy with no expression," Ron shrank his neck, "It feels a bit cold...is it my imagination?"
Neville next to him immediately shook his head like a branch of the Whomping Willow.
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Because I happened to meet the stolen Neville at the Burrow, the afternoon trip - sending invitations to Longbottom's family - was canceled as a matter of course, and then naturally replaced with a half-day trip to St. Mungo's.
Harry didn't say a word to Draco along the way, but in fact, within a few seconds, they were already standing in the corridor of St. Mungo's, a few steps away from the door of Narcissa's room.
Before they stepped in, the two boys heard a high-pitched laugh belonging to a young woman, followed by a gentle yet slightly harsh rebuke: "Don't laugh so rudely, nymphadora, you are at St. Mungo's. Not at a party.”
It didn't sound like Narcissa's voice.
Draco and Harry came to the door of the room one after another, and found two women sitting on a couch, very close to Narcissa. One of them surprised the two boys, because at first glance, she and already The dead bellatrix has a striking resemblance. Only when you look at her for a second time do you realize that they are different: this woman has long soft light brown hair, Her eyes are bigger than Bellatrix's, friendlier and kinder. The biggest difference from the female prisoner who escaped from Azkaban is that she is obviously very healthy. Her cheeks are rosy, her voice is full of breath, and her clothes are not expensive but decent enough. .
The one next to her, looking towards the cradle, was a young woman. She was not wearing a robe like a traditional witch. Instead, she was wearing a punk-style jacket and patched jeans, making her look very avant-garde. The most eye-catching thing was her violet hair, which was too bright in a way, as if dye had been splashed on it.
Seeing the two boys, Narcissa's helpless smile became more sincere, and she waved to them.
"Come, Draco, Harry, come." She introduced the brown-haired woman to them very quickly, "This is my sister, your aunt Andromeda, and her daughter Nymphadora (La), she is also your cousin." After that, she said to the woman named Andromeda, "This is my son, Draco, and Sirius's godson, Harry."
The young witch was standing by the cradle, covering her face with her hands and then releasing them, and then covering her face again, trying to make the baby laugh. After hearing these words, she immediately turned around: "Harry? Harry Potter?" "Her hair suddenly turned a bubblegum pink color, which would have shocked others, "Is this Harry Potter?" she asked with interest.
"Nymphadora!" Andromeda said sternly, "Don't change your appearance here! Say hello to them properly!"
"Oh, don't call me Nymphadora, mother," said the young witch, and she turned to the two boys. "Just call me Tonks. I don't like being called Nymphadora." Nymphadora)."
