When Erik brought out a plate of toast, he found that this was a time when everyone was sitting together to eat, but there was no one on the table. Among the students who were staying overnight, only Jean and Ororo were at the table. The two girls were still helping to carry the plates, and Charles came out from behind him with a plate of scrambled eggs. Since he could walk, he was obsessed with anyone who could stand. Doing things that you can't do while sitting down, and cooking is one of them.
Erik loves this kind of Charles, who is happy, energetic, and has no hateful difference compared with any of the best people. He walks around like a gust of wind, as if magic has re-adjusted his age to twenty years old. .
Charles is not a kitchen killer, and this plate of scrambled eggs is not too burnt. Erik took a bite and found it a little salty, and asked: "Where are the children? They went to bed at three o'clock in the morning last night."
"We are the same, so you see, we didn't have breakfast until eleven o'clock, and they," Charles put down the plate happily and shrugged, "they still have unfinished shopping and unfinished shopping for clothes, remember?"
"Clothes?" Erik said, "Two girls are here, and Wanda doesn't like buying clothes."
"Harry is going to attend the dress robe that his classmate's mother will wear, remember?" Charles also brought the fruit salad, "They were trying to deal with the dark wizard who kidnapped children yesterday, but they didn't have time to find one or order a suitable one. "
Erik considered it for a moment, his eyes moving around the dining table, while Jean, a smart girl, and Ororo immediately turned around to discuss an irrelevant issue.
"I heard from Sirius that many wizards never wear pants when wearing wizard robes," Erik whispered seriously to Charles, "I saw Harry's school uniform. They only wear a robe outside the normal school uniform, but There's no way he can go to a wedding like that if it's customary not to wear trousers in a dress robe."
Eric realizes that he has the responsibility of being a father. Harry and Nina are at a critical moment in their growth. Strict control is necessary... This is not to say that Charles is unreliable, but when he was young, Charles used a funnel to drink, and went out with his classmates to block the road in the middle of the night. I also like to wear pullover sweaters.
Erik likes Charles to be more brash, casual and comfortable, but Erik feels that Harry is not suitable for Charles' style, and, as Draco Malfoy said, if you don't change it from now on, it may be too late to taste this kind of thing.
Charles looked at his boyfriend, lover, and soon-to-be fiancé with loving and pleased eyes.
"I'm glad you care about him, but... you know you're like a strict mother now, right? Erik? Even if there are no pants in the wizard's dress, what does it matter? If Harry thinks this is okay, then he wants to You wear whatever you want, and I never listened to my mother’s advice on what to wear when I was younger, and I’m just fine with it, can you believe it?”
erik: "………………"
Well, he loves Charles, so what else can he say.
Erik turned to the two girls and asked dryly: "Have they brought enough gold Galleons?"
"They brought Gringotts keys and bank cards." Jean saw that they seemed to agree and took a laptop from the side. "Professor, you have to take a look at this. Someone sent a letter to the mailbox. "She reached out and pushed her red hair back, "It has the Avengers logo on it."
Charles didn't seem bothered by it at all. He happily put down a handful of spaghetti: "What's written on it?"
Jean opened the letter neatly, and Ororo leaned over to read it: "It's very formal."
Erik's good mood was almost ruined by the moment he heard about the Avengers.
"What does it say?" he asked.
"Congratulations on the engagement, asked about the wedding date, and expressed that I would like an invitation letter." Jean finished reading and asked, "Doesn't our invitation letter include that place?"
"Send it last," Erik said. "You don't even need to send it if it's not necessary."
"Oh, don't be like that, Erik," Charles reassured with a smile, "It's fun when there are many people."
"Wait a minute, it also says that we, especially Harry, are invited to have afternoon tea at Avengers Tower when you have time...Professor?"
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The Galleons that Erik casually asked about before are of course just a small matter to Harry and Draco. First, they are the owners of several wealthy vaults in Gringotts. Second, they brought bank cards. Third Third, Narcissa stuffed them with two bags of gold galleons and said, "You should bring some change when you go out," as if this gentle mother had already prepared for them to take away this little change.
Early in the morning, Scott, Petter, and Wanda chose to experience the Knight Bus, while Harry and Draco went to St. Mungo's first to visit Narcissa, who helped Tonks in the middle of the night, and the cute little Scorpius (Harry's language).
"Scorpius?" Harry held the baby happily under Narcissa's guidance. The platinum blond hair on this cute little head was thicker and looked fluffy. Harry looked at him sucking his thumb lovingly, "Has the name been decided yet?"
"Draco gave me a name, and Lucius gave me a bunch of names to choose from. When you were going to the bathroom just now, I took a look at Xiaolong, but he said that calling these names might as well be called Scorpius, which I think is pretty good. ——This name means Scorpio, which is the same as Draco's name." Narcissa said kindly, looking at Draco's eyes full of doting, she felt that this son looked unhappy, but actually loved his brother very much. She also stretched out her hand to tease her little son who had started to cry, and said deliberately: "This is a really good name, isn't it Xiaolong? Oh, look, is my little scorpion hungry?"
Babies naturally have no right to agree or disagree, but Draco felt that he was simply doing it on his own—why did he accidentally let the name slip out of his mouth?
He drooped his eyelids listlessly, glanced at his brother who couldn't speak, and then looked at Harry who was looking forward to him with great reluctance because Scorpius was taken away, feeling sour in his heart.
"I remember you had a sister. Let me think about it. She has beautiful long brown hair and a pair of green eyes as beautiful as you. She is a beauty, right, Harry?" Narcissa was making sure that Scorpius was not hungry, but just needed to change. When he was in diapers, he used a little magic to get him, and then mentioned it seemingly casually, "I think you can also buy a dress with your sister. Having a beautiful sister will be your first time at a dinner party. Luck in dancing.”
"I still remember the first time Sirius danced. I led him, and he never stepped on my feet once." Andromeda, who was just talking about how Tonks might be promoted immediately this time, agreed, "But it would be a girl from someone else's family. "He started to get a little nervous." She looked like she was trying to remember, "Because all the girls liked him, he was a little embarrassed to be stared at."
"Do I need a dance partner?" Harry asked in surprise.
When attending a classmate's family's wedding, doesn't it just require him to be there, say congratulations and blessings, give gifts, then quietly watch the ceremony, applaud at the appropriate time... and that's it?
"You have to dance to liven up the atmosphere," Draco said in a lazy voice, explaining reluctantly, "Generally speaking, decent people will bring a dance partner, or invite people without a partner on the spot. Dance together, and the bride and groom are responsible for understanding... All guests must at least dance the first dance together before anyone leaves due to something, so that the wedding banquet will be decent enough for the host and hostess."
Harry was shocked again. He turned Draco's arm and shouted in a low voice: "Why didn't you remind me! Draco! You...you don't want to punish me, do you?" He asked uncertainly.
Draco turned his head with a grunt, and his voice was as low as a mosquito's grunt, but he reluctantly said, "...Okay, okay, I'm sorry...but so what?"
Narcissa wanted to laugh when she saw him like that: "Draco, don't be naughty."
"I can find him a dance partner." Draco said to Narcissa again, still humming, "I know so many pure-blood girls."
No, no, no, I would rather do a courtesy dance or something with Wanda. Harry shook his head.
"You idiot, what my mother means is that you will be stared at by dozens of girls like my uncle," Draco rolled his eyes, "just like a pack of wolves looking at sheep, if you bring your sister, you will have an excuse to refuse them anything." One person, do you understand?"
"...Um, are you kidding me, Draco? Me? Dozens of girls?"
Harry frowned, obviously thinking that Draco was telling a joke, and Draco, who knew what his mother and aunt were implying, felt his slightly sour heart become sour at this moment.
It's so sour it's almost bubbling.
Oh, yes, it's like the lava in Muggle movies, hot and bubbling.
"Have you forgotten how unpopular I am at class reunions?" Harry added, "Many girls think that I..." He judged himself, which made Harry feel a little embarrassed in front of the two elders, and he blushed. , "...I am very boring, and my hobbies are also very boring. I am not the sports star they love, nor the handsome and tall one,"
"Oh, silly boy, so what," Andromeda laughed this time. It was obvious that even though this lady had been away from the aristocratic circle for many years, she still understood the mysteries of it, "No one will care about this."
Yeah, no one cares about this, and I don’t care either. Draco thought.
I don't think you are boring, and I don't think your hobbies are boring either. I don't like sports stars.
Draco stared at the back of Harry's head, and an idea suddenly came to his mind. It's like a flower suddenly emerged from the magma, white and soft. It was quickly submerged by the magma, but it did exist.
————I really like this one of yours.
In a very hidden place in my heart, someone is whispering this.
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The people who gathered at the Three Broomsticks all had sodas in front of them, and the atmosphere was weird. Harry and Draco, who snuck in to drink butterbeer in the middle of the night last night (yes, they drank on the sly last night), were also dressed a little weirdly. , they all wore hooded coats and sunglasses - although they looked more suspicious.
"It doesn't matter," Draco said, "the summers are more suspicious than us."
Harry couldn't help but the corner of his mouth twitched.
"It's so exciting." Scott, who was wearing red quartz goggles and looked even more suspicious, was muttering and recalling that feeling, "An unprecedented experience, when the car was compressed into a flat point I don’t feel any discomfort at all...has my soul been compressed along with it?"
"It's worse than a flying broomstick. Do you think it's okay for me to steal a car and drive it?" Peter sighed and waved his hand, "It's just that the conductor is a pervert. Damn, I'm going to beat him up next time I see him." A meal.”
"I don't care." Wanda turned over a page of "Witch Weekly" and was extremely calm, without changing her tone of voice. "You can save your energy."
"No, no, no, velvet is out of date, and glossy ones are no good," Draco took a ballpoint pen and scratched out an option on the left note pad, frowning tightly. There were various small options on it. , from the fabric to the material of the cuffs, plus the pattern style, it is very detailed, as if he is planning to make a dress himself, "Pearl cufflinks? No, too cheap..."
Harry silently sipped a glass of soda water, feeling that Draco was a bit scary talking to himself like this, and writing and drawing with the force of piercing the parchment from time to time. Ever since he came out of St. Mungo's, Draco's mood had been up and down, and The choice of dress seems to be the only thing he cares about now.
And he was quite distressed, at least when Harry looked at his expression, he felt distressed as well.
"We can find something nice and versatile, and then try it on for size and go." Harry pushed a cup of handmade ice cream over and tentatively considered his words, "Zabini won't want me to dress more elegantly than the groom." , isn't it? It's his mother's wedding, Draco, and we don't have to make it so difficult to buy a regular, formal guest dress."
"You don't understand, you are too conspicuous, and you need to appear perfectly, you need to overpower all the boys under 14 years old present, you don't know how bad their mouths are, maybe you wear the same shirt two days in a row They're about to start talking," Draco crossed out another choice viciously, "I won't let this happen to you!"
"Oh, I'm so touched," Peter whispered to his sister, "but does he have the right to say that other people's words are evil?"
"He can win first place in a competition." Scott held a copy of the Daily Prophet in his hand. He usually didn't like to read newspapers, but he was obsessed with it at the moment. "Ignore them, look at this, Huo □□, what do you think about us?" Wouldn’t it be cool to get a broomstick and throw ribbons at weddings?”
"This broom looks so familiar," Peter leaned over to look at it and frowned, trying to remember, "Why do I think Harry has one like this?"
"No, it's so unfair. I don't even want a motorcycle. He has a few flying broomsticks that are more exciting than motorcycles!" Scott lamented softly, "What's the use of giving it to him? It's such a waste. He The number of times you ride a broom in a year is not enough for two slaps!”
Wanda listened to their conversation, raised her eyebrows, and said nothing.
Harry thought for a moment, and then said matter-of-factly: "I don't need to, Draco, I can just stand next to you. Aren't you the one who stands out the most? And who would be so boring as to cause trouble for me at other people's weddings?" "
It wasn't the first day Harry met Draco, and he didn't think that he could look better than Draco if he changed his clothes. Draco was the most handsome boy he had ever seen, if you don't count the little scorpion in his swaddling clothes. .
Of course, the most beautiful girl is Nina.
"I -" Draco paused, and then Harry saw that he seemed to suddenly think of something, and then the fierce expression paused on his face, and then Draco's expression relaxed like a wrinkled cloth being ironed. , gray-blue eyes emitted a different light.
"Wait, oh," he paused and repeated, "oh, oh... you're right." He threw away the ballpoint pen and pushed the note pad aside, "You're right, it's just a zabini Why should I put so much effort into a wedding at home?"
"And it's not like you haven't seen us when we were last semester," Harry said helplessly. "Once I went back to school to borrow a book. As soon as I walked into the corridor, Ron who was passing by called me, 'Hey, Harry! It's been a long time. Miss you!', all the people in front of me got out of the way...and I heard that you slytherins are afraid of me. They all think that I am a descendant of Salazar. Is my talent in a language so scary?" At the end, He also lowered his voice.
"No, the owner of the basilisk is so scary, although no one can confirm that the giant python is a basilisk." Draco said with a fake smile, stood up, and pulled Harry up, "Move your butt, lazy boy, we I must buy you a dress and robe today!"
"To be fair, you're the one who wants to move your butt here - you're the one who insists on sitting here and writing and drawing." Harry said helplessly.
Scott and Petter both said, 'Childish! ''little boy! While standing up, Wanda put down the "Witch Weekly" and the group walked to the Fengya Wizard Clothing Store.
This store occupies a larger area than Madam Malkin. Harry had heard that it was a chain store with its head office in Paris, the fashionable capital of France. Harry could see many witches shopping for ready-made clothes. From time to time, they would shake their wands, and the clothes would fly up and gesture in front of the witches. The long gold-framed mirrors would also jump in front of them, and the sound of praise would be like Instead of spitting it out from an invisible mouth like gold coins, it can be said that it is very warm and hospitable.
"Ew... what are those mirrors?" Scott said evilly when he saw the mirrors in the magical world for the first time. As a (former) bad boy in school, even becoming a member of the fighting heroes could not stop him. Expressing his longing for picking up beautiful women, the mirror's rhetoric made him feel like he couldn't speak at all, "How can a mirror be so stupid? What do girls want boys to do if they have them?"
"The mirror is funnier than you," Peter patted his shoulder, "Just accept your fate."
A lady in a burgundy dress came over with a smile on her face and an attitude even more eager than the mirror.
"Welcome, my dear, respected Master Malfoy," the lady said, "your arrival has made this place full of glory. If you don't mind, would you condescend to come and sit with me and have some tea? Have a snack and then I can provide you with the services you need?"
Harry once again couldn't help but lament that many people buy things by swiping their cards, but it seems that rich people just swipe their faces.
"I want the best dress robe you have." Draco raised his chin, pointed at Harry arrogantly, and said in a nonchalant tone, "This one needs it," and then he didn't dare to point at Wanda, "And There is what this... noble and beautiful lady needs.”
"Draco, you are treating me differently." Harry said helplessly.
Draco snorted, meaning so what? He snapped his fingers and said, "Don't talk nonsense, shirt first." Then the shopkeeper's wife began to measure Harry's size with a smile on her face, and then brought a white shirt of the corresponding size, as well as a whole row of dress robes.
Harry took a look and felt that these clothes were worthy of the name of robes. They looked like suits, but the hems were very long and had a bit of a windbreaker and cloak feel. They were considered to be a kind of dress that combined several special clothing items.
"The fitting room is ready for you." the shop owner's wife said.
Draco made a prompt decision and chose a black suit first. He also personally pushed Harry, who was about to choose a suit casually, into the large fitting room, and ordered: "Don't forget that lady's dress."
Therefore, Wanda cast a meaningful look at him. Draco couldn't tell whether it was a warning or a kindness, but he slipped into the fitting room with a whoosh. When he closed the door of the fitting room, he could even hear the shop owner's wife saying: I thoughtfully asked Wanda if she wanted matching, well-made high-heeled shoes.
Harry took off his T-shirt and outer shirt, put on the white shirt, stretched his arms, felt it, and smacked his mouth: "...I feel a little tight."
"Don't slap your mouth rudely," Draco looked up and down at Harry who had finished buttoning the last button. He actually thought that this shirt was very good and showed off his curves. At least Harry's arms, which looked thin but were actually very weighty, were completely The lines have not been ruined by clothes, and looking at it as a whole, it can be seen that Harry's upper body is gradually moving closer to an inverted triangle. This can hardly be called "this barren body".
While he was looking at it, Harry put on a black dress robe. Pure black, the most versatile color, very suitable for novices in this field. The long hem was slightly widened, like the hem of a windbreaker. .
"How's it going?" There was a mirror in the fitting room. Harry looked at himself in the mirror and felt that this piece was very good. It didn't have too complicated patterns. It was simple and thick.
I am very satisfied. Draco couldn't help biting his nails and thinking, circling around Harry, looking up and down, left and right, his eyes felt like someone who hadn't watched TV for a long time staring at the replay of a top blockbuster movie, eager to the point of being a bit weird, The clinging... made him a little nervous.
Is there something wrong with these clothes? Harry put down his hand and looked at himself in the mirror.
And just when he was confused, Draco suddenly reached out and took off his square-framed glasses before Harry could react. Then Harry could clearly feel that in this quiet space, there was someone speaking quietly. Take a breath.
"...This one won't work." As a result, Draco said.
Harry: "………………"
Really ugly?
Harry doubted his own aesthetics a little distressedly... He thought this outfit was pretty good.
As soon as he turned around to change his clothes, Harry heard Draco murmur: "Why would I show such an eye-catching scene to others? I'm tired of seeing them, it's such a shame!"
Harry: "……………………"
