There is such an allusion in the history of Quidditch. There is such a wizard who painted a painting called "Gant the Violent Hand is the Winner" in 1105. This painting mainly depicts the early development of Quidditch. At that time In the days when this sport was still called 'bollard playing', the Germans played it in an almost violent way - a huge red dragon's bladder was tied to a pole twenty feet above the ground, and a wizard hung it around his waist. Being tied up with a rope, he was in the position of the goalkeeper (bladder), sadly hiding within a certain range. The other athletes could attack the bladder with sharp broom tips, or they could try their best to kill the bladder. Goalkeepers bring trouble to the battlefield. Goalkeepers are often angry and excited with their wands. They use their limited wands to guard their bladders and try to shoot down other players. The bollard play, fortunately, died out in the fourteenth century——
——Why do I mention this? Because Draco now feels that he is the pathetic goalkeeper. He almost ran around the pillars and climbed onto the beams, but the pursuers had no intention of stopping and kept their sharp fingers. side facing him.
Oh, and he doesn't even have a broom yet! fuck!
"Don't think I don't know how to fight back!" Draco yelled around, dodged a medium-sized dodgeball that looked like a dodgeball but could explode, turned his body on one side, squatted down, and several electronic toy airplanes came out menacingly. It flew over his head and circled around looking for him as if it was about to have his head shaved. His head swayed left and right in the bubbles of the Head Bubble Charm, while also avoiding the bugs dropped by the birds...
Finally, Draco couldn't bear it anymore. He muttered a spell and shook the wand in his hand.
"[Burn]!" he roared in Old English angrily.
In the era when Hogarts was just established, wizards paid great attention to the length of spells. How to use the shortest characters to trigger the most efficient spells was Godric's specialty; in school, during the semester, when Draco practiced spells on his own, he also After being able to talk a few times, Draco, with the attitude of not learning anything, learned it to the level of a three-legged cat.
——This situation is actually quite strange. While Harry was busy preparing for the wedding, Salazar Slytherin was supervising his homework progress, while Draco could only have a few one-on-one tutorials with the Lion Ancestor, or have an afternoon tea.
The spell lived up to Draco's practice. A blue flame that was different from the normal flaming spell immediately spurted out from his wand. It was not hot, but the birds ran away by instinct, including toy airplanes and some birds. Some of them fell to the ground because they were too close, and were dying. The bugs even died directly, without any of the momentum of chasing Draco just now, and they all became shriveled up.
"Yeah!! My little bird and little bug!"
From the corner came the voice of a little girl who hated Draco and wanted to spank her... At that moment, many drugs and black magic traps entered Draco's head and ran away, but Nina's name reminded him.
No, you can't do what you want, which is a bunch of little beans, potatoes, and trolls. If you get serious with them, Harry will get angry and strangle you to death, and she has a father who is scarier than the Dark Lord. Draco thought sourly that if he knew what he was going through at this moment, Harry would never be angry with the beans. He was such a biased person.
Whoosh.
"?!"
Just as he was thinking about this sour complaint, suddenly, starting from where he stood, the entire corridor began to plunge into darkness. Draco cautiously did not move, making sure that he was still stepping on solid ground and there was no feeling of looseness.
However, to be on the safe side, he still had long arms. After feeling that the space was not squeezing towards him, he cast a weight-reducing spell on himself. If necessary, even if he spit it out, he would have to learn to use the floating spell to send himself to the sky.
Despite being cautious, Draco still had a rebellious heart in his heart. The more this strange situation showed its unpredictable and terrifying nature, the more Draco raised his head, clenched the wand, and raised his chin high. Looking around with disdain.
It was obvious that the person who came was at least not very kind. Draco thought that the children, the horror movie scenes, and the manipulated birds and insects might be a test, maybe a show of force, and someone might be unhappy with him. Harry's little sister also Judging from the involvement, they may not really have any malicious intentions, but they intend to see him make a fool of himself——and his self-esteem and pride do not allow him to bow to a group of children with special abilities in this environment, even though he and them Who knows who will win and who will lose in a fight, and there are adult mutants over there.
"——Thought those things could make me piss my ass off." As if he was not the one who ran away before, Draco forced every word out of his mouth. "It only proves that you are still a bunch of naive little kids." Potato."
Resist, fight, fight back!
Those birds, insects and the twins who tried to intimidate Draco gave Draco a lot of courage. It was as if the resistance and fighting heart were magic spells. The brush ignited a raging flame, and he wished that another ash snake could crawl out of it. Come and bite each other a few times.
The sound did not spread too far, Draco listened carefully and judged...but the sound gradually echoed.
Draco roughly judged the size of the space, took out his mobile phone with his free hand, turned on the flashlight function - he had to admit, Muggle products have their benefits - shook it, and what was illuminated was The corridor just now had many more doors, and it was so long that it was bottomless.
He took a deep breath and took the first step with his head held high.
This corridor can't be more terrifying than Slytherin's secret room, nor can it be more terrifying than Apocalypse's unlucky rafters with all the Inferi below. You have never experienced anything. Now, go, Draco Malfoy!
——Many people look at Draco Malfoy’s exquisite appearance, elegant clothes, and limited gestures, and think that he may not be that good at fighting, or that he is not that brave. Many people think that a person like him only needs to be beaten hard first. If they don't, such people will run away in a hurry, because these 'respectable people' usually pay attention to elegance and are not good at fighting and confronting others.
But these people are not Draco, not the thirteen-year-old Draco Malfoy standing here.
After Draco took a deep breath, he walked to the nearest door with a sarcastic smile on his face that made Gryffindors have no choice but to run away or come forward and beat him up, making him want to slap him.
"Come on," he said, raising his wand like a sword, and stabbing out the words like a dagger, "let me see what useless tricks you have up to entertaining your brothers, the friends of your tribe!"
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If you think of the exciting projects in the amusement park as a horizontal line, y thought so at the beginning.
He clung to the pipe above, never thankful that he was a wizard and a wizard who studied hard. This allowed his body that was lightened by the curse to easily hang himself from his feet downwards and upwards by exerting all his strength. After swinging, he became hanging upside down, and then riding on a pipe, avoiding the flames that periodically sprayed horizontally from below.
Should I lose weight——
Harry touched his waist, which had become thinner due to the stripping, with a bit of sadness and anger, and his unknown belly. To be honest, he spent ten minutes wandering around the entire training ground and realized that he was by no means as easy as he looked. Some of the movements he had learned for a long time had now become a bit difficult and a bit slow for him; and at this time, The magic spell is a very timely remedy for him. For example, if he is not strong enough or fast enough, he can reduce his own weight; for another example, if he is hit from the head by water, he has waterproof and moisture-proof and head-soaking spells, so that he will not be soaked by wet clothes and The impact of the lost oxygen at that moment...
However, relying so much on magic means losing a lot of physical fitness. Harry is sure that Scott, Jean and others are definitely better at these facilities than him, because strong abilities sometimes do not mean they are suitable for assistance!
Charles had told Harry a long time ago that although mutants have powerful abilities, this ability that is different from ordinary people does not make them inherently 'excellent people'. Excellence cannot be determined by this. Neither can the value of it - by the way, Harry seems to have heard that this seems to be an argument that uncle Eric and his father could not agree on before, because the former believes that mutants are inherently a better species than humans and are their evolution. The latter believes that the presence or absence of mutant abilities cannot measure whether a person is excellent or valuable. They are not superior to ordinary people.
"Suppose we are on a desert island and we finally find a helicopter to connect to the outside world. Then, who can't fly a plane and have no flying ability or the pilot, who is better and who is more powerful?" At that time? Charles gave this example to his son, and the example was very vivid.
Being strong means being able to do what others can do, and then going the extra mile. This is what Harry taught him. Therefore, you must not be arrogant because of your natural abilities. It is just something that is not easy for others to do. It is like Mozart having a musical talent that seems to be given by God, and Einstein’s IQ is 165. And they also have other disadvantages.
Mutants can fly, some people can invent airplanes; mutants can breathe in water, some people can invent submarines; mutants can control wind, water, and fire, and some people can also think of using wind energy and water energy as energy to propel various types of energy. Development ideas...and Charles often believes that the latter is more valuable than the former.
"We are no different from other people, Harry. If we can do what others can't do, that's okay. Others can also do what we can't do. If you want to be called excellent, then do what you can do. Do better on the basis of what you have achieved, then when you achieve this goal, you are already good enough, son."
charles said.
'I don't want to be better than others,' Harry thought of Charles's teachings, and naturally inferred at this moment, 'But I can't be worse than others, I shouldn't be the one holding back, I can do it. These! '
"I may not be better than others, but of course I shouldn't be the one holding back!" Harry clenched his fists and muttered quietly, using his love for his father and his little pride as Charles's son to cheer himself up. Scott and the others obviously want to see him laugh, and Aunt R□□en must want to test him, so he must pass this test no matter what.
——Of course, he definitely can’t let those bastards who are laughing at his joke really get what they want!
Harry quickly climbed over this section of the pipe, and without hesitation jumped down at least ten meters away from the pipe. He was like a more nimble cat, using pipes and machines to jump and dodge. His posture was like feathers falling, but his feet stepped on the next pipe very powerfully. He carefully controlled the balance of his body, which had been lightened by the spell, and used an armor to protect the iron-clad steam machinery behind him that spewed out hot air. The next second he jumped to the next level, and looked up again. Sure enough, Armor protection cannot completely protect against laser weapons.
"So the armor protection is aimed at magic power..." He turned around while thinking, and a pair of wings suddenly appeared from behind, taking him to fly high.
At this time, the radio - let's call it that for now - came from Arren's mocking voice: "What are those wings of yours, little chicken?"
Arren has a pair of huge, bone-clawed and sharp wings that can be used as weapons. They are almost two meters long when unfolded. After training, they are indeed a weapon and part of Arren's body that he can be proud of. Even Falling feathers can turn into flying arrows, piercing your blood, causing considerable damage; and the wings on Harry's back have fluffy and soft feathers, and are much inferior in size. They are more like the God of Love than an angel. Cupid…
"Well, I know that men like to show off that they are 'big' most of the time." Harry pushed up his glasses, with a harmless and innocent expression on his face, and his mouth was not polite at all, "But, Arren, I think It’s not a good time to argue with you about this.”
There was a few seconds of shocked silence on the radio, leaving only the tingling sound of electricity. Afterwards, Arren was heard asking others in the radio in disbelief: "Look, what is he talking about! Should we change him from a wizard to a wizard?" What does it mean to be picked up from school? He has learned to speak pornographically?"
"Hey, actually I didn't quite understand," Kurt's voice revealed his innocence and confusion, but he was very interested, "No, what did Harry mean?"
"You don't need to know." Arren said decisively.
Harry flew as high as he could and looked at the entire venue - if he wanted to go out, where would be the exit? What are the conditions required for exports to occur?
Just as he was thinking about it, a gust of wind came from behind, and Harry realized that he had not been able to withdraw his thoughts from his field of vision in time! With a snap, like a mosquito being slapped, he was slapped down hard by a giant mechanical slap, just like punishment for his ease just now.
What happened next was something even more exciting than a roller coaster that was ten times more exciting, at least that's how Harry perceived it. Everything was a bit messy - steel plates began to pop up randomly on the floor to squeeze the space, and the ceiling sometimes went down. Sometimes it sprays fire downwards, and sometimes it stretches out a big sprayer and sprays out sticky mucus of unknown substance, which can stick people to the ceiling or wall uncontrollably, not to mention the giant blower. The strong wind blowing, the laser weapons and giant mechanical arms that would keep moving unless they were cut away, and the pipes that Harry thought he could step on seemed to have mechanisms, and sometimes they would suddenly break, which made people see. It turns out that it is assembled piece by piece, detachable, just like Lego - and these things don't give you much gaps at all, and their rhythm is much faster than before.
Harry was running away, rolling up and down, left and right, and had to assemble another sword that was disassembled from discarded mechanical parts. It might not be big and sharp enough, but Harry just came up with a way out of desperation. It exerts good power in the hand - other mechanical arms have indestructible shells, but what if a transformation spell is used to make one of its welding points become like rubber or wood?
"I just need to cut off that point, that part of the line," Harry muttered silently, feeling grateful for Salazar's strict requirements on him. He asked the boy not only to do it, but also to understand why he did it, and to control the entire Process, not process control wizard. "Some people can only make a match have a metal needle tip, so why not just deform part of it, but only require the whole thing" and so on... So Harry can be said to have an idea based on this idea, Click on the line to destroy the facility, and destroy it very quickly. To use this sword to aim the firearm like a wand, you only need to recite the spell silently in your heart, poom~~~~The premise of this is that his mobility and vision can follow. superior.
Harry started to try. It starts with trying. There are always some among superheroes, as if gravity has no effect on them. They jump high and fall steadily, just like the Japanese way of holding back, crossing huge dangers and distances between high-rise buildings, using very human skills. Speed pursuit.
Movies can't all be taken seriously, but this is what Harry tried in the first place. He used a luggage-reducing spell to reduce his own weight. The effect was much worse than applying it to objects, but it really worked. He has worked hard to maintain this spell to this day. He was used to replenishing new ones before they expired, allowing him to jump up like flying and let the wind roar in his ears. It was not easy to grasp the weight and landing position at the beginning, but fortunately Harry was able to deal with the sprain, cast a cushion spell, and grow wings, which allowed him to adapt without interruption.
Then comes speed, accuracy...
——Speaking of which, what would Scott do if he met a wizard? How could he judge the effect of a spell from its color?
A question flashed through Harry's mind. However, he didn't have time to think about this problem too much. He immediately used his extremely good eyes since the Apocalypse incident to find the direction of the laser.
poom! poom! poom!
One over, two over, three over... What, the facilities at home hurt your wallet? It doesn't matter, Harry can guarantee that, if nothing else, he knows the repair spell well.
He fled among the hail of gunfire, iron sheets, and radiating lasers, flying through the gaps like a feather with sharp edges. Gravity had little effect on him————
——But it can easily cut through other things.
Harry could detect his own changes in this fast-paced attack and obstruction, even if the changes were not obvious - he was reciting spells silently in his mind faster and faster, and when he cast spells, he relied more on his feelings instead of his eyes. He gradually became more stable while jumping and escaping, but at the same time, his physical strength also dropped rapidly, until he began to feel uncomfortable in his chest. Harry couldn't help but stop behind the cover, clutching his chest, panting, and his throat felt like it was on fire. , when his legs began to feel weak, he realized that he lacked exercise during this period, and he usually lacked exercise.
He looked at his watch - forty minutes.
Maybe compared with ordinary students in Hogarts, his physical ability was enough, but now, Harry realized that he was definitely not qualified - even though he and Draco escaped from crises several times.
He couldn't help but feel worried.
There were still twenty minutes left, but his physical strength was beginning to fail him. Harry firmly believed that if there were red and blue strips on his head, they would be less than a third of the time.
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There was a whistle in the control room.
"He couldn't hold it anymore," Scott said with certainty. "He tried to pass the test explosively in advance, so he was unable to do it later. Look, he was breathing heavily and his face was red."
"Is his magic power a saving type? How is the blue bar?"
"No, I've never heard of it. This is not a game."
"Are there any types of spells that can restore physical strength? Arren, do your wings consume physical strength?"
"nonsense!"
"Oh, poor Harry, you shouldn't have given him such a hard blow all at once -"
"He can handle this speed. He seemed to be able to handle it just now!"
While the boys were chattering and the girls were worried, the door to the monitoring room opened, and R□□en walked in, wearing high-heeled boots, a black leather jacket, and gorgeous blond hair.
"How is he?" r□□en said. When she came in, the students all stood up.
"A bit weak," John couldn't wait to gloat, "Let's let him out. This poor little guy can't hold on any longer. His energy is going to be gone, and he's going to have no mana either."
"Don't sound like you're playing a game." Rogue loudly condemned, shaking his gloved hand threateningly, "Be careful, I'll make you 'weak' too."
People who come into contact with rogues will have their vitality, memories, and abilities sucked away. They are not irrecoverable, but they can still make people feel temporarily uncomfortable.
"What are you here for?" Jean said, "Didn't you say that you only need to report the results and video?"
r□□en crossed his arms and glanced at the surveillance camera, raised his eyebrows and said, "I need you to inform him, and use this to encourage him."
"What?" Li Qianhuan shook her braids on both sides and said a little confused, "What are you trying to cheer up... the little cake?"
"No," R□□en smiled quickly, "First of all, let me ask - who wants to say hello to Harry's 'friend' in a friendly way? If you want to go out, turn left as early as possible. Eight years old Be prepared to be beaten... eh? No, anyone over 16 years old will sit down for me."
This just and fair statement about harming children shocked all the students who still had conscience, and everyone who knew R□□en's iron-blooded methods was also shocked. Harry, who suddenly heard his aunt's words on the radio at the training ground... was shocked and turned his head. It was barely flying through the air and fell down.
"aunt???!!"
He hung half of his hand precariously through the ice under a broken mechanical arm, and shouted with shock in his voice, "Why?!?"
There were about five seconds of silence and thinking in the control room. After half a second, all those who met the requirements rushed out - Harry's wizard friend was more attractive than Harry.
"Look," r□□en nodded casually, "now we have something to encourage Harry - if he doesn't come out, his little friend may be broken into pieces and rolled up in the afternoon tea cake. Lost."
All those who were above the age of sixteen swallowed and wisely did not speak.
As for Harry in the training ground, he started running in one direction as if he had been given a shot of blood and turned on the navigation system. R□□en looked at his performance and nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad, I didn't waste my time by talking nonsense. I thought he would at least say, 'Wait, what do you want to do, aunt'. Oh, the direction is right, navigation magic?"
——An unknown person later revealed this.
"Let's put it this way," the unknown person said, "Harry's back and legs were weak at first, but after being 'encouraged', he rushed straight in one direction to kill...and then? Then there was no more. Why don't you understand? Woolen cloth!"
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Harry was shocked, frightened, and started running wildly, but Draco on the other side was not as shocked as he was, and he was much more majestic than Harry.
Facts have proved that as long as a person is bold, half of many things will not be a deterrent. Draco held on to his self-esteem and pride when he rushed into the trap rooms prepared by the children and broke through them one by one with alertness and calmness. All kinds of little tricks, and the culprit was caught and taken away. Even if his aristocratic father were here, he would definitely cry proudly for his efficiency, but he would accuse this kind of arresting attitude, which seems a bit like Rude Aurors.
He ignored the TV that was changing channels for no reason, the dolls that were moving around, the girl with long arms and legs and a long neck in goth makeup, the cold wind blowing, and he used the magic spell to catch three children who were shooting strange things at him. After dispelling a drowsy aroma ("This smell obviously made my nose burn off!"), five identical children walked out faintly from the water bomb siege and burned. At least a dozen dead bugs, flying pieces of paper, and entangled vines were killed, and the person who arranged them was laughed at.
When Draco easily dodged a fat man who smashed a hole in the floor, he pinched the opponent's face several times and then threw it away. He deeply realized why Felton had strict requirements on him - Harry lived in a world of ability. In a group that is not unified at all, no, I should say, after you have gotten to know Harry X□□ier like this, congratulations, and sorry, common sense is dead and the dangerous and chaotic world has opened its door and is waiting for you.
If Felton hadn't used Murder to motivate him to train, the team being crushed now might not be this group of mischievous little potatoes.
"As expected, you are all a bunch of Muggle kids who have never seen the world, right?" After throwing a bunch of little boys and girls into a bunch of tricks, tying them up, pinching their faces, throwing pranks and curses, he said After searching for a long time, I took Nina, who had extraordinary hide-and-seek skills, out from behind the sofa in the third room, and sneered, "Is this all you do to play pranks? Hogarts can do better stairs than you. Front teeth are better than you!"
He bared his teeth at the girl and grinned. His face was enough to be photographed as a 'villain' model. The girl he was carrying was holding on to her skirt miserably. After reciting the spell, her front teeth immediately grew as thick and wild as an elephant's. She noticed After reaching this point, she felt aggrieved. Almost immediately, her honey-colored eyes contained tears in the sense that children of this age would have - when you want to bully others, but are bullied by others, you feel aggrieved. The energy and tears can reach their peak in an instant, and the tears really fall down.
"Merlin, put your tears back quickly." Draco saw that she didn't like her now. He completely forgot that he praised her for being sweet and cute when he met her for the first time. "Harry can't stand you. If you cry, he can Beat me up, don't act like I'm bullying you, okay? I don't dare to beat you up, who are you, you are Harry's little princess - ell, understand, it was you who attacked me first, you Is this how your school entertains guests? Humph!!”
There were no curse words in what he said, but they made people feel uncomfortable. Nina instinctively felt even more uncomfortable.
Draco glanced around, and was about to open his mouth to ask where Harry had slipped away again - such an unprovoked and unannounced act of bullying would normally not involve Harry - but he heard a 'poof' A sound.
"Hey man, where's the bully kid?"
A teasing, but more provocative, boy's voice said this, and Draco immediately realized what the voice was.
That was the sound of a Muggle lighter making fire!
"I've heard that the nobles among you swinging sticks like snakes, right?" the young man said, "Come on, let's see how this one looks like!"
Draco immediately turned his head and saw a flaming snake rushing towards him. It was not a magical creature such as a ash snake, nor was it an illusion. It was a snake made of pure flames - but it came with bad intentions. It is also one-third as thick as Haierbo, and is the size of a large python!
Draco immediately threw the little girl far away, poured a spring of water on her to wet her body to prevent accidental injury, and started his next move - just kidding, this is completely different from those little fights just now!
And just when John, who had set fire to the door as his first step, smiled crookedly, thinking that the boy was going to run away for his life, Draco's actions negated his idea. Did he escape the flames? No. He faced him head on and pointed his wand at John. This boy's magic was not like what John recognized. It was not as silent or without a wand as Harry's, but the accuracy was not low. John originally had a mentality of not bullying the weak, but when he saw that he didn't dodge at all, he instructed the fire snake to turn slightly so as not to really burn the person. However, in the next second, he immediately found that the lighter came out of his hand as if it had wings, and the speed was as fast as It can scratch someone.
This surprised John and made him a little embarrassed, but he immediately smiled more provocatively: "Hey, stick player, do you think I only have a lighter?"
He waved, and the flying fire snake circled back. He took out a lighter and wiped out the flame again, and a whistling sound passed. Draco saw a shadow that was obviously not Harry flying in outside the door. The feathers looked like It flew over like a sharp arrow.
When Draco saw this, he muttered something about Merlin's pantyhose, started to run away, but his ankle was grabbed by a hand that appeared from nowhere, and he fell face down. At this time, the temperature started to soar again. Whoosh down.
After a few clicks, a very familiar ice wall was built around him, blocking his way. Draco got up and watched bitterly as the girl who had half of her body exposed on the floor stuck out her tongue and disappeared. Looking at the ice wall where the prisoners were treated, I had to make a quick decision. I chanted a spell to make the tip of the wand emit blue flames - the flames are hotter - and stabbed it into the ice wall. The gesture was ridiculous, but effective.
"I'm sorry," said a relatively gentle-looking boy (Bobby) standing on the stepped iceberg, "but I think if you stay here for a while, the others will calm down - Harry is also in his training ground, he It'll be here soon."
When Draco, who was melting the ice wall, heard this, his face tightened and his lips tightened.
"For the sake of at least knowing a little bit of politeness, I thank you - but you said it wrong," Draco raised his chin and said loudly, "Don't have the attitude of 'He'll come and save you', between us He has always been unreliable, I will save him!"
Boom! ! !
A loud noise drowned out Draco's final voice.
Click... click click.
surface?
Draco thought subconsciously until he saw a crack in the ice wall.
No, it's not the watch, it's the ice that's breaking!
A familiar gasp finally appeared, ringing in the room... Even though there was an ice wall blocking his sight, a strong intuition still accurately guided Draco in the direction, and he decisively took the flaming wand in that direction. When the ice wall was poked, the ice wall instantly accelerated several times and shattered immediately!
"Ha ha……"
Harry gasped and leaned against the wall. He couldn't say anything for a while, he could only breathe.
Several students stared dumbly at Harry who came in panting... and at the big hole in the wall behind him.
"How many walls did you...break through? Did you break the wall in the training room?"
John was a little proud when he faced Draco just now, but now he is very shocked, "Is there a fire burning behind your butt? It's only been less than five minutes!"
Sounds exactly like something I would say, but that's not the point right now! Draco thought as he jumped over the puddle where the ice wall melted in shock, rushed to Harry, hugged him, and opened his mouth in an 'o' shape.
Harry ignored John. He supported Draco with his backhand and looked worriedly at his little friend, fearing that Draco was missing an arm or a leg...
y made a conclusion after reading it. There are no bruises or bruises on his face, and he walks normally. His clothes are in a mess and stained with something... Uh, huh?
"How are you?"
"How are you?"
both boys asked at the same time.
And they simultaneously located one part of each other, such as Harry's legs, or Draco's hair that was as messy as an unmaintained lawn after being brushed by a fire snake.
"Your leg!!"
"your hair?!"
The two of them stared at each other in shock. Harry took a step forward in shock and blocked Draco behind him. He felt like the owner of a cat that had been shaved. Looking at the part of Draco's hair that was singed by the fire, he felt sad and regretful. No one He knew better than him how much Draco cared about his hair.
"john!!!"
"I didn't do it!" John curled his lips and said, "Oh, dear Harry, why do you always suspect me every time something happens!"
Harry was furious: "Part of Draco's hair was burnt!"
"No, wait, what happened to your legs?!" Seeing Harry limping, Draco had no time to think about what happened to his hair. His heart rate almost jumped to 177, "This is not your home. ?! Why do you still look miserable to me?"
His voice suddenly rose so much that Harry had to cover his ears before explaining.
"It's okay, it seemed to be twisted when I came down. I just came out of the training room..." Harry was very gentle to Draco. After explaining, he rolled up his sleeves and faced his mutant friends, "You all did this to my friends. What? Didn’t dad tell you in advance that he is a guest! "
"He bullied us!" A little fat man popped his head out of hiding and complained, "This witch put a curse on Nina!"
Kitty came up from downstairs again: "Pfft - witch -"
Harry was a little confused by this accusation and blinked: "Why did you put a curse on Nina? How could Draco bully...you..."
He glanced at Nina, who was being supported by the little fat man, and then he saw the little sister's tears of grievance and the huge front teeth. He opened his mouth silently and looked at Draco, his expression full of condemnation belonging to the role of an older brother.
But who is Draco? He is a good complainer. He is not afraid to complain: "It was your sister and a group of preschoolers who played a prank on me first! I was acting in self-defense! Your sister even grabbed a bunch of bugs and threw them at me. Throw, hum, childish idea...I only gave her a big stick with front teeth!"
Harry: "...She is a girl! Also, competing with children, Draco, are you serious?"
In my opinion, your actions are very childish, y thought.
"Oh, so do I deserve to be pranked? I thought I was a guest!" Draco said confidently.
"...That's true, I'm sorry, but if your little Scorpius plays a prank on me, I won't fight back, Draco." Harry admitted honestly, "I don't know why this place is like this - it's all what happened?"
"Are you the wet nurse who protects the lambs?" Arren descended from the air. When he found Draco staring at his wings, which were more like weapons than angel wings, he encouraged him a few times, "You are not studying here. He is the son of a professor. Of course you don’t know that every new student must attend a welcome ceremony so as not to get into trouble.”
"...I have never heard of such unreasonable regulations." Harry said dryly, "I thought my father was the principal who made the school rules. No one in our college makes trouble for others."
you are too naive. Bobby mouthed, with a miserable look on his face. In the end, he could only say politely: "Where there are people, there will be conflicts, Harry."
"Actually, it's not a school rule," Bobby explained helplessly. Although his ability was frozen, he was very gentle and enthusiastic. In Harry's view, he had always been as reliable as the big brother, "It's just... a kind of The way of integration, if you are a child, you will actually change to a pillow fight...the kind with abilities. Your friend is thirteen and is not suitable for pillow fights, and children are very interested in wizards...Look, you don't He's a typical wizard. He didn't plan to be ours at first. They were all younger children, so we were sure of the right things to do. Your friend is too powerful, so Mystique asked us to come... and have a look." He carefully selected his words.
The sexy wizard Harry silently covered his face.
Draco said dryly: "Ha, I'm honored?"
"I know this may be a bit unreasonable to you," Bobby said sincerely, "but this is the first time Harry has brought another friend here. This friend is also a wizard. To be honest, we are also very curious about your level - —”
Fighting level? Draco thought silently. What's the matter with this college? Is there a tradition of dueling?
"——The rest assured, there will be no more after that, please be a guest with peace of mind, it is ... Harry's second home?" After saying, shooting Harry's shoulders, "the most critical is the most critical In a word, you still want you, Harry, I think so. "
"Ah? Oh!" Harry first stunned, blinked, and then realized.
He pulled Draco and ran to the window with one turn and turned around. The attitude made Draco's heart draw, but soon, the sudden strong sunlight was bathing on them. After Harry opened the curtain, it showed that Draco saw a section to see a seat to Draco. It is not towering, but full of vitality, beautiful and unique vast manor, Draco hurriedly glanced at it, and even saw the tail similar to a mermaid in the lake, while children of different ages, teenagers, young people laughed and spread, spreading and spreading. On this land, the atmosphere is relaxed and active. Many people hold books and notebooks in their hands, and many people are trying to use their own abilities. The non -natural ability scenes make some places look a bit unrealistic.
This model, this feeling is like -yes, just like Hogarts. Here is more like a school that is more like a school ——
No, that's not right.
Draco remembered: This is a school here.
Thinking so, Harry's hand was put on his shoulders, and the hot hot Draco of his palm had almost the illusion of burning.
As soon as he turned around, he saw this guy smiling stupidly and smiling, and his green eyes were shining, as if he was looking at what he was watching, and he was an extraordinary treasure.
... this smile is too much. Draco thoughtless. He didn't save it. At this moment, he had a urge to kiss him, even if it was still the corner of his mouth.
"Although this is a bit late--" Harry was sincere and happy.
"—— Welcome to x □□ ieer's school for gifted youngster (Zeville Genius Youth School), Draco." 166 Reading Network
