When everyone does bad things and is caught by their parents, they may feel guilty, have conditioned reflexes, make reasonable excuses, and work hard to mediate conflicts. Some smart people will take the opportunity to go deep and try to completely solve the problem, but everyone does bad things and is caught by other parents. Bao Shi must have only one reaction - that is, he must not admit it even to death, right? !
Otherwise, are you waiting to be beaten to death?
——Draco Malfoy, now thirteen years old, is now facing such a dilemma, or in other words, a big crisis?
When you can't help yourself, you press a loving kiss on the corner of your friend's mouth, but you can't help it - this is absolutely understandable. Draco thinks it's just impulsiveness and inertia. The inevitable result would be that even a saint would do this at that moment. After all, the drunk one was sleeping so soundly - when he lowered his head and pouted his lips to kiss that white face, when he looked up, he found himself My uncle appeared, bringing with him a beautiful, familiar woman in red who once claimed to respect everyone's opinions. They were not talking affectionately, but looked at this side with expressionless faces, and towards Come this way.
Draco: "…………"
The alarm sounded crazily in his head, and his IQ and EQ were almost yelling in his ears at the same time: If he can't give a good reason - he stole his uncle's wine, and Harry was drunk here - then today Maybe it was the day he went to meet Merlin.
He really shouldn't have given Harry most of the drink. There was an irreparable flaw in this plan, and that was that he didn't get himself drunk in time! If the two of them lay down here together, he might not be in the crisis he is in now!
Draco turned his back and started repairing the broken bottle - he drank up the rest of the wine and hid the bottle among the rose bushes. Fortunately, the capacity of the bottle itself is very small, it will be gone after a few sips, and it is very easy to hide.
Okay, now the question is—did these two people see the kiss just once, no, twice, kiss?
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Of course, the first thing Sirius and Wanda paid attention to was not the person involved - the sober one - who was running wildly, and they walked over quickly. The former made Draco look at his nephew with fear and suspicion. The look in his eyes was the usual 'what conspiracy do you slytherins have against my little Harry'? The latter, without even looking at Draco, directly passed him and squatted next to Harry. the other side.
The older sister reached out and poked the face of the brother who was most fallen to the ground, and then pinched it, which was met with an incomprehensible grunt from Harry.
"Damn Merlin's beard," Sirius stared, "Harry? Harry? How much did he drink? Did you make him drink? What did you do?" He turned around suddenly and stared at Draco with an attitude. As alert and ferocious as a lion.
To be honest, this was the first time Draco realized that his uncle was sent to Gryffindor by the Sorting Hat, and it was definitely not the hat's fault of not waking up. When he was stared at by Sirius, it was like a small creature being stared at by a large beast. It felt like a lion stepped on the little snake's seven inches, stared at it and said: Don't try to play any tricks, you better Be honest or I'll tear you apart because you can't even poison me.
No, Draco Malfoy. Draco cheered himself up. You're a malfoy, you can't be as fearless as a hufflepuff. What's the point of just a little bit of intimidation? If he asks you this, it proves that he didn't see the key part! If you don't see him, he can't beat you for being drunk! !
"Well, all I can say is that we were just dancing. I admit that we drank some wine, but what's the matter? Gryffindor's red-haired twins bring wine to people every day. Don't think that no one knows, and Gryffindor Tower night There are always some drunkards partying," Draco quickly adjusted his breathing, made an expression of 'it's nothing', and quickly decided on the topic of his defense. He raised his chin and felt confident.
"What's wrong? Oh, gryffindors can drink in school, but what's wrong with us drinking a little during holidays, at wedding banquets, and on territory with guardians? Harry just has a bad drinker. He just accidentally drank too much. A little bit - or, dear uncle," Draco smirked, "Do you have any prejudice against Ravenclaw?"
sirius: "…………"
This sounds like the person Sirius is angry with is Harry, and it is also very excessive and prejudiced. When he said this, Draco moved a step and stood in front of Wanda, that is, Harry, as if Sirius would do anything.
Sirius almost laughed at this nephew, he clenched his fists: "So, you are defending Harry? I think I should ask this question - what were you doing before he got drunk? ?Also, who stole my wine?"
"Am I going to stop him? It's wine, not potion. He's 'drunk too much.'" Draco was frightened by the clicking sound and swallowed secretly. He pointed at Harry, who was picked up by Wanda. , avoiding the serious and taking the easy, "At most, it's this level. He won't even suffer from alcohol poisoning."
He took out the empty bottle he took from Harry from his pocket and lied: "I drank all of my bottle, and I'm completely fine. He only took... a small sip. And he That bottle I filled was sangria! Who could get alcohol poisoning from this?”
This is a lie. The sangria made Harry dizzy, but it didn't make him lose all his sanity. What Draco poured in was a special kind of fruit wine, which added pollen from a kind of flower. According to the reaction of the potion, after adding the pollen, , this kind of wine that is good in nature, but has a low alcohol content, will taste very sweet, and if you drink too much, you will really get drunk easily.
As the godson of a potion master, Draco could make an analogy like this: If you pour two kinds of wine on it - let's say acid-base test paper, the one with cores and the one without cores will produce two completely different values. Colors that are far apart. But in every sense, these two kinds of wine, which differ only in a little pollen, are harmless. Or is the only disadvantage of getting drunk easily after drinking too much?
Draco chose this kind of wine because it had great stamina, and his act of revenge did not require Harry to fall down immediately and show no reaction.
It was foreseeable and unsurprising that this kind of wine was served at Blaise's wedding banquet to take into account the needs of all guests. The pollen was put aside in the form of seasonings, and Draco secretly mixed some. If If an adult drinks this kind of wine, he won't feel anything at all, but if a minor drinks it for the first time, he will have no immunity.
sirius: "I remember I brought two bottles of wine - where's the other one?"
Draco answered without hesitation: "Harry was thrown into the lake - he was drunk when he was happy, and he drank because he was too happy when we danced just now."
Wanda walked around him and glanced at him: "Harry would be happy for you to learn the word 'alcoholism', but I don't think he drank much strong alcohol... You know there are instruments to detect alcohol intake now, right? Have you done any homework on comparing data?" She didn't seem to mean anything else, but what she mentioned was very scary.
Draco stiffened as if he had been seen through: "..."
Sirius sneered and nodded in agreement.
Draco watched helplessly as she supported Harry and started to make a call. After being stuck for a while, he boldly tried to persuade her to stay: "...We don't have to be in such a hurry. Blaise must have a room for him to lie down... His fireplace can be connected to my house... …I mean, there’s no way he can move like this.”
At the end of the sentence, his guilty voice became quieter - of course he didn't want Wanda to take Harry away, and he didn't want to let Harry go at all now. He had just split open the inexplicable mind, and he needed to consolidate it again. , and besides, drunk Harry is really very soft, and there are not many times where he says, 'You can do whatever you want, but he won't beat you up'.
"No need to go to such trouble," Wanda smiled at him and said politely, "I'll call someone to pick her up... yes, the coordinates are..." She reported a series of data, and then less than five minutes later, a silver shadow emerged from A ray of light rolled out of the door opened.
"Hey, Wanda, hey, Sirius, hey, little dragon," Peter jumped on the ground a few times and curiously looked at the surrounding wonders, such as the white horse flying in the sky, and then Wanda called out "peter" Walk.
Peter took Harry from Wanda's arms, his mouth opened like an 'o', his eyes straightened, he sighed: "Look, he was so drunk that he fell asleep! Because he drank too much!"
"You can watch as much as you want when you go home," Wanda said. "You can sit on the bed and watch as much as you like - but now, go home."
Draco instantly felt frustrated and itched his teeth - he was the one who most wanted to sit by the bed and watch it all! He did this, and he deserves to enjoy the results!
"Oh, okay, okay." Peter said, walking back to the door where you could see the sofa opposite, and it was obvious that Wanda was responsible for the finishing work.
"Take me to say thank you to the host," she twirled her long hair a few times. "I know it's rude to say goodbye in advance, but I think this is a special situation."
"That's right, this little bastard is responsible for this," Sirius said, glaring at Draco again. When he turned to Wanda, his tone became much kinder again, like a good elder. The pony-tailed black hair said, "I'll go with you. Don't worry, good girl. Not many people dare to gossip."
After finishing speaking, he ordered Draco again: "Tomorrow you come with me to apologize, and then run circles around Harry's yard - I will explain to your father why I took you back today."
Draco: "…………"
Whose relative is this black dog that should be pinned to the ground and shaved?
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Everyone may have their own differences every time they drink, but everyone’s reaction to drinking too much is definitely the same. Especially after drinking too much, most people’s first reaction when they wake up and open their eyes is definitely Everyone will have the same reaction as Harry:
——Who am I, where am I, what am I doing?
Harry Xavier, a thirteen-year-old boy, after getting up under the sunshine, these three questions were lingering in his mind. In the end, these three questions also dissipated, and there was only one question that lingered:
——How much did I drink yesterday before I was so drunk that I almost fell into pieces?
He sat upright on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze, and spent five minutes thinking about the answer to this question, until Peter opened the door and came in.
"Oh, look, look at our harbao," he said happily, "How does it feel when you are drunk? To be honest, I haven't tried it yet. Interview, dear harbao, how does it feel? My mother always Don't let me drink too much, I haven't tried to get myself drunk yet." He also brought a glass of warm water to Harry, "Headache, nausea, vomiting, which symptom is it?"
"..." Harry stayed for a while before his sanity finally returned. He took the water glass and drank it all. Then he picked up his glasses from the bedside and put them on habitually. He judged for himself: "...Well, I have a headache, a little hungry, and a little dizzy. My shoulders are a little sore. I don’t want to vomit... I actually didn’t drink much yesterday, so it’s unlikely to have a bad impact on my stomach. It’s normal not to want to vomit and not feel nauseated.”
Peter snapped his fingers: "Wait."
He went out like a gust of wind and came back in again, with a large plate broken in his hand and a fork on it. Inside were fried eggs, sausage and French toast, as well as two sandwiches, which was enough for a person who had been hungry for a long time.
"Ding dong, breakfast! Do you want a salad?" He put the plate on Harry's desk, "Oh, I know what you are going to say. You must have said that eating downstairs is the right thing. It's not good to eat in the room, but , one, Charles expresses sympathy for our drunk little poor, two, there are guests downstairs now, Erik thinks it is better for you upstairs, okay, it is better for us upstairs, three, I think you stand You can only see interesting scenes on the second floor.”
"...Who is here?" Harry patted his head to wake himself up, "Oh, my God, this is how I feel the day after I get high...Is anyone here? And, what? Interesting scene? Also, how about Wanda? How did I get back yesterday?"
"Which question do you want me to answer first?" Peter shrugged, took out an apple and took a bite.
Harry: "...I can guess some of them, so first of all, who's coming?"
"Tony Stark." Peter said, "ps, there is a gift. The pair of neighbor brothers next door to us. The first thing they said after greetings was that he might want to buy the house that Erik bought. I guess it was for the pair of god brothers. Stay. By the way, the evil god looks really good in a black suit. He obviously knows the etiquette of the earth better than Thor. Oh, yes, I remember that you are their fan, do you want me to take you to the stairs for a sneak peek? "
Harry almost suspected that he was hallucinating: "...what??"
"Don't be nervous, I guess it's just a reason. They probably just came to inquire about the wedding date, chat or something," Peter waved his hands and wrinkled his nose carelessly, "But the first second this request was made, my dad was alone. His expression made the atmosphere freeze."
Harry: "…………"
Of course, the yard of that house is completely connected to this one, which is equivalent to half of the family. Although the other party probably didn't see it, but since Erik has never sold this house before, he knew that this house is adjacent to his house. , a house that you have not lived in for a long time is a very important place to stay. Although the other party may just find a reason and excuse to visit, but, well, Erik does not accept this kind of joke.
"Don't worry, the atmosphere has calmed down a bit when I served you breakfast. The evil god was chatting with Charles, talking about magic and the history of Asgard... Charles is always interested in these things, but to be honest, Dad His expression was really not good, Thor wanted to interrupt but couldn't, I think he was dying of anxiety," Peter said.
Harry, who was in a very strange mood: "...I want to go downstairs, I must take a look."
"Oh, don't, don't, don't worry, I told you, there is something interesting." Peter picked him up and walked to the balcony, "Are your legs still weak? Come on, come on, I'll take it. Look, it’s so funny! I think this made me laugh for days, and I took a dozen photos.”
He opened the balcony door and put Harry down: "No, look over there."
Harry was holding a cheese sandwich in his left hand, and he leaned on the balcony railing and looked down.
Below the balcony of Xavier's house is the garden. It is a place that is blessed by the sun. Even the grass grows very vigorously, but there are no exotic flowers and plants. It is a very simple natural ecology. At most, a swing is hung under the tree and a few photos are placed. Recliner.
Harry just looked at it and almost squirted.
"...Draco?!" Harry was stunned and pointed downwards, trembling, "What is he...doing?"
"He was picked up by Sirius this morning. He admitted that he had drunk you on purpose. Dad wouldn't let him come up to see you." Peter gloated and took a bite of the apple. "Then he was punished by Sirius first and tied a tire around our house. After running ten laps, my father asked me to express my sincerity in apologizing again. I was squatting down and pulling weeds——"
"Uncle Erik, what, how..." Harry almost stuttered in fright, "It's not like... I mean, this shouldn't be right? What does pulling weeds have to do with sincerity! And Draco has never done this, he... Well, I might have pulled out the ones that shouldn't have been pulled out."
Draco, does he know what Muggle weed looks like? Does the practice of herbal medicine classes help with this? Anyway, Harry really didn't think about it for a while, because there is no knowledge point in pulling out weeds. You only need to know how the plants will be affected when they grow too much.
"It doesn't matter even if he's bald," Peter stroked Harry's messy little head with black hair, "Charles said it depends on attitude. Dad said he wants you to know that even good intentions need to have a lower limit. He's Doing bad things with premeditation!"
Harry: "......Actually, I'm not really angry at all. There's no need for this."
Draco only loses his temper, and getting drunk is actually not a big deal. He even stole Draco's wine because Draco forced him to get on the broom and play Quidditch. To be honest, that was more terrifying.
And the most important thing is... although he is not very conscious after drinking, he is really happy.
It was a very happy dance.
"Charles also said it's not necessary, but dad doesn't agree." Peter still had the same gloating attitude, "I think he is right. How young are you, getting you drunk is too much. Our Harbao is a good boy. child."
Harry: "…………"
All right.
While Harry and Peter were talking, the man downstairs who was pulling weeds under the summer sun raised his head and met Harry's eyes. You don't need any work clothes to pull weeds. Charles kindly provided a small blue apron. After Draco put it on, he rolled up his sleeves and trouser legs, and wore a big straw hat. It looked unusually funny, and it was in line with his usual clothes. A sharp contrast.
And when the eldest son of the Malfoy family raised his head, everyone could see the marks of dried mud that had been accidentally smeared on him, probably the bruises from being beaten, and the messy sweat on his head, as well as his That squatting action of pulling weeds - Harry thought to himself, no wonder Peter wanted to take pictures. This contrast was like Superman giving his farm to Batman, which was a subversion in style.
Logically speaking, Harry should sympathize, and no matter what, he should show concern like a companion and use some magic to escape the heat. But for some reason, seeing Draco squatting there pulling weeds, he found it interesting and didn't want to watch. You will definitely regret taking pictures, so you do nothing instead.
When Draco looked over, he only made one action subconsciously——
——That is, he can't help but raise a full smile on his face that reaches the corners of his mouth almost to his ears. Little did he know that the people downstairs had seen this smile too much last night and had already commented on it:
——Silly and stupid.
