"It's very good." Charles asked his son to spin around in the living room to show off his newly bought dress, "Twirl in a circle, spin in a circle, Harry, jump..."
Harry obeyed Charles's manipulations like a doll and showed the whole family the effect of this dress robe on his upper body.
"What did you choose for the cuffs? Oh, I saw them, they were gold..." Charles said.
"Draco insisted that I bring this pair." Harry smiled and stretched out his hand to show Charles the pattern on it, "It is the head of a Hungarian Horntail."
"Do you have a pair of very similar cuffs?" Charles smiled and held his hand, teasing, "It was a gift from Draco. You said it was a dragon pattern, which is Draco's favorite look - you are cute. Why do your friends like to give you 'Little Dragon' so much?"
Peter was happily turning Harry around, but after a while he suddenly felt that there was something wrong with what he said, but Harry didn't notice it at all. He also said that Draco liked dragons so much, and there were models of dragons in his bedroom.
"Yeah, why does he like to give himself to you so much." Wanda walked through the living room with a few magazines she bought and said casually, then sat next to Jean and Ororo, "Does anyone have any idea about the wizard's dress? Are you interested?"
The girls immediately sat down together and read magazines.
"Hang up the pocket watch that Erik gave you... That's fine." Charles took out his mobile phone and took some photos of Harry, "It's so cute. Are mobile phones allowed at the wizard's wedding banquet? You and Draco can Will you take more selfies then? Will Sirius go there then? I want to see the adult version."
"Wanda came back from buying a magazine," Harry said while circling, and then thinking, "Sirius... I don't know if he is going. I saw Scorpius once when he was born, but I never asked this question."
"It's always better to have your godfather look after you," Erik said. "If an adult wants to talk to you, just turn it over to him."
"Then you and Wanda can dance, eat something, and have fun," Charles winked at his son, "Oh, but do you really want to ask your sister to be your dance partner? You can ask Draco to introduce you to a beautiful girl. My son is so charming, how come no girl likes him?"
Erik looked at Harry, who was looking like a bean sprout while he was drawing, and he reserved his opinion on 'so charming'.
Harry: ".........still can't." He actually didn't care, but someone refused to introduce him.
But to be honest, Harry didn't really want to be introduced. Making friends was a matter of luck. Look, he, Draco and Hermione all met in a bookstore. Aren't they good friends?
He prefers this way of making friends.
"Speaking of Draco," Charles said, "Why didn't he come back to play with you?"
"We have to go to the wedding in a few days. He said that he would be pissed off if he stayed with me any longer. He wanted to go back for a few days of beauty treatments." Harry's mouth twitched, obviously he was a little bit intolerant of the word beauty, " And he said he would never wear different clothes and would go back and choose a new dress."
"Doing maintenance? Forgive me for talking, is he a bit girly?" Scott leaned on the back of the sofa and tutted, "Do you still want to put a few different flowers on your chest to prove that you are different kinds of handsome men?"
"Scott, you really think too much." Harry immediately said sincerely, "That's something only big boys like you can do. Have you forgotten, Bobby and John, they made a flower out of fire and ice alone? At that time, you also commented on it————After all, why can’t boys take care of themselves? This is all appearance care, a common behavior like cutting hair, wearing contact lenses, changing clothes, and wearing belts.”
"Look, you're talking too much again. What pain have I touched on you again?" Scott said, turning the boy over with his arm, "I just said he was a bitch, and you just said so many things to me, you little kid?" Traitor, what kind of ecstasy potion did he give you?" He reached out to rub Harry's head, "Hey, nest-head boy, I think you need hairspray."
"...No, no, no," Harry, who had good knowledge of herbal medicine and medicine and had heard a lot of gossip from senior sisters, quickly refused, "It is said that using too much hairspray will cause baldness!"
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When the day came for the wedding banquet, Harry took great pains to refuse any parent to follow him - he already had a quasi-guardian with him - and set off with his beautiful sister on his arm.
Alas, sometimes a sister who is too beautiful can be a problem, because every beautiful sister has a father who protects her like a lamb. Harry was glad that Erik didn't have any confidence in front of Wanda, otherwise he felt that Erik would definitely follow her because she was wearing a red dress. Wanda is really beautiful.
The wedding invitation comes with a door key, an exquisitely crafted red rose key. After holding it, the door key can immediately take them to the wedding venue.
"…………"
Harry held Wanda's hand - or was held by Wanda - and looked at the first person who appeared in front of him, up and down, tangledly and uncontrollably.
In the end, he still focused his gaze on the forehead, his face full of misery.
Let me make a statement here - Harry himself swore that his best friend Draco Malfoy was indeed a person who loved to use hairspray to fix his hairstyle, so much so that for a long time, Harry had this look fixed in his memory. Sometimes when they got up from the same bed, in the hesitant and dreamy morning, it was difficult for the sleepy Harry to record the image of him without hairspray.
But of course hairspray is not a permanent thing. For example, in the war that happened not long ago, the magic hairspray could not withstand the tornado-like wind, nor could it withstand the wild fights with others. Image was the first thing to be abandoned. , after giving the enemy a sword, they can't take a breath and care about 'hey what's wrong with your hair' or 'hey what's wrong with your bangs'... In short, fuck the x image, life is the most precious thing .
Later, I returned to Hogwarts. Of course, image is quite important, but once in the United States... x□□ier's house didn't have the hairspray he used, and America, where is the United States? America is a place where junk food is the only thing on the menu. And Draco discovered that there are indeed very few boys of this age in the United States who put hairspray on their heads every day. This is a habit created by the environment, and Draco let his bangs rest on his forehead for a long time.
Malfoy is by no means the most old-fashioned. They always want to be at the forefront of trends, even if Draco doesn't appreciate some avant-garde looks (such as mohawks).
And the Draco that Harry saw now... Harry silently estimated that Draco had probably put about three times the usual amount of hairspray on his forehead. Those platinum blonde hair and bangs were all cruelly suppressed on his forehead, neat and shiny, and the exposed forehead was as shiny as his big back hair style.
Harry couldn't get used to it for a while.
He couldn't help but recall the appearance of those broken hair and bangs when they were let down. It was a very poetic scene. The platinum-blonde hair was almost white in the sun. It felt very smooth and perfectly matched with the gray-blue eyes. It was broken. Her facial features, which were somewhat obscured by her hair, also softened.
As long as he kept quiet, Draco could be an angelic boy...but now all of this was taken away by the hairspray.
"...Draco, do you know that if you use too much hairspray, you will become bald easily in the future?"
Draco was waiting for Harry's comment on his image when he heard this guy look at it for a long time and hesitate to say such an irritating sentence, which almost made his lungs explode.
Harry was very sincere: "You have to wash your hair well when we come back. Hairspray is not good for your scalp."
"Listen, this isn't your Muggle hairspray," Draco said patiently, blocking Harry from holding his scary sister, "This is the best magic hairspray, it works with magic rather than chemical ingredients. I’m not going bald.”
"Oh my gosh, you already know the word chemical composition," Harry was very interested. "It sounds pretty good. Can you do some research for me when you get back?"
"......yourself, mail order, go! Please!"
"No, you must have a lot in stock, so what if you share some with me? Also, your voice is broken, Draco."
The smile on Harry's face grew bigger and bigger, "And you still wear matching clothes with me."
Draco kept saying 'exactly the same' a few days ago! Matching shirts! ''I don't want this! I will be disliked by all the female companions! ''This one doesn't look good at all! ', But to be honest, if the two boys don't stand together, it doesn't matter. Once they stand together, apart from their shoes, brooches, bow ties, and the scattered accessories they wear, such as family crest rings and so on, one of them is black and the other is white. They are almost like dolls produced in the same factory. They are exquisite, sweet, and yet so similar in color. They even have a pair of gold buttons on the cuffs, and the patterns are very similar - of course, these buttons are all made by the same doll. Home originally belonged to the same person.
"Shut up, harry x□□ier!"
Draco became so angry that he couldn't help shouting the name.
He yelled something so powerful that everyone around him, whether wizards, witches, preschool wizards or little wizards, turned their heads.
"...Um," Harry said, "I don't have to interrupt you... Do you remember that we were standing at the door of Zabini's house?"
Draco paused and began to look around, finding that even the valet who greeted guests at the door was looking at them with wide eyes.
He finally remembered what he was here for—didn't he sneak away from his father just to 'sneakly' bring Harry and his sister in? To avoid commotion and prying eyes?
"You have to mess up all my plans, right?" He said desperately, covering his face with his hands, "You always do this."
Wanda remained silent until she gave the child a meaningful look at this moment.
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"Welcome, Harry, welcome, Draco, and welcome," Blaise greeted him immediately. It may be due to the area of the wizarding world. Although Blaise's stepfather is rich, the house is not worthy of the title. It was like a manor, so Blaise quickly got out of the guests and welcomed them out, and there was no need to walk a long way between the door and the gate. He was polite, with scorching eyes, and was dressed in blue. The red dress and robe made him extremely elegant, "Oh, I have never seen a noble lady as beautiful as you," he bowed, and Wanda also let him kiss her hands meaningfully, "Harry, you don't mind. If so, can you introduce me? Where did you bring out such a beautiful lady?"
He said this as if he had never seen or heard of Wanda murdering people in the school corridor, heading straight to Felton's office, and leaving a tragic psychological shadow on Pansy.
"Congratulations, Blaise, thank you for the invitation - and, of course, introduction, this is my sister, Wanda Maximoff." Harry followed Draco's usual way of nodding and shaking hands politely and politely. After most of the semester, he and Blaise actually There was no friendship left. It was enough to say hello and give Sirius a gift for helping him. At the same time, he also followed what Draco taught him, like every wizard visitor, and blessed him meaningfully, "This is wonderful." May Merlin bless you on this day."
"Thank you, my mother and I are honored to receive your blessing." Blaise said sincerely. There was no moisture in his words. Harry had not appeared in any social occasions so far. This wedding was the first place where he appeared. He really felt honored. You know, the entire upper class circle was eager to get some news. Well, some people speculated whether Malfoy would introduce a pure-blooded lady to his friends.
Of course, Blaise knew better than anyone that he would not do this to kill Draco. Instead of expecting this, it would be better for the girls to go into battle in person... But at the same time, he did not expect that Harry would bring a female companion with him.
An extremely beautiful woman whose beauty is proportional to her danger. If Blaise wants to say whether he loves such a beauty, of course he does, but he is only thirteen years old. Before he has the confidence to make a beauty fall in love with him, a man who can easily knock wizards away one after another and has unknown powers Beauty, Blasie didn't even dare to say a word of courtesy, so as not to offend.
but……
Blaise vaguely noticed that Harry's dress was identical to Draco's. Although color has always been a major culprit that causes difficulty in identifying the same style, Blaise's way of dressing does not belong to Draco. He has a sharp eye, but his sharp eye cannot give him an answer - what does Draco want to do? What do the Malfoys want to do? Or is this the meaning of the mysterious power behind Harry? Or is it your own intention? Does he want to align himself with the Malfoy family?
...Or is Draco's 'old habit' recurring? Did he fight with Harry again?
Blaise recalled for a moment all the things Draco did when Harry was away from school - suddenly bringing in firewhiskey and butterbeer without drinking them, and feeding the hornet in the Forbidden Forest drunk. beast (who knows where unicorns came from); they were trained to sit sideways if they disagreed with each other, and even if they fell down once, they would not remember it, so they would still do it next time; it was rare for Harry to come to the last class, and after class, these two people He rushed out of the classroom like the wind, and before it was time for a meal, many people had to suffer, which became Draco's vent and excuse for not catching up with anyone; he spent more and more time wearing Muggle clothes, origami The behavior didn't end there; sometimes during class, Draco would pull out some scraps of paper, write and draw, and then his mood would fall to the bottom, just to see who would be unlucky.
It was scary to think about it, and Blaise couldn't help but tremble.
All in all, while Blaise was puzzled, he didn't understand whether Draco and Harry were dressed like twins. Is this a hint of power, or another 'wonderful and unreasonable rise' of Draco.
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If Blaise was lucky enough to have access to the Muggle Internet, he would know that this kind of 'wonderful and unreasonable rise' that he found subtle was generally called convulsions.
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"…………??!!!"
As soon as they walked into the open-air garden where the wedding was held, Harry took a breath. Draco and him reacted. The two of them couldn't help but turn half around and pulled each other.
Blaise, who was leading the way, was looking at the two of them strangely. When he moved his gaze to the hall, his eyes widened.
"Is that your godfather?" Wanda took a glass of wine from the waiter's tray and glanced over there, "The one who was face to face with a man with black hair and eyes and didn't speak."
"yes."
"yes..."
Draco and Harry said in unison.
wanda: "?"
"You are so brave," Harry lost his reserved and polite manner. He patted Blaise's shoulder with admiration and couldn't help but blurt out the first words that came to his mind, "How dare you invite Professor Sirius and Snape to our house?" At the wedding reception!”
Blaise: "………………"
