"Hey, Harry, who is this? Interested in joining our seminar?"
"Good afternoon, ladies, let me introduce you. This is my friend, Draco Malfoy. I am giving him a tour."
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"Harry! Harry! Come play ball!"
"Oh thank you, no, look, I just came out of the training room and I brought my friend, Draco, to get to know each other. This is my good friend, Draco Malfoy."
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"Harry—the book I borrowed from you last time is here—"
"It's okay, you can keep it for now! I'm not in a hurry, I'm taking my friend Draco to visit!"
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"Oh, oh, wait a minute, who is that, what's his name, yes, Harry's kid from Professor Emma went to review the dress——"
"There are also flowers for the wedding venue - my god, who is staring at the flowers, Mystique or the White Queen??"
"Who knows, just throw it to him, this kid can do these jobs-"
"Harry, here are a few letters for you to take to the professor -"
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, not now, okay? Guys, did you see it? I'm taking my friend, Draco, on a tour!"
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"Harry!! I want to hear the story from last time!"
"Harry, Harry! Where is nina?"
"Harry, can you teach me how to draw? I want to draw the professor -"
"I think Dad will be happy, but hey, look, kids, I have business to do now - let me introduce you, this is my friend Draco, you can call him Draco or Brother Malfoy -"
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"Harbao, have you seen Anda——"
"Hey, Peter, let me introduce you to my friend Dra... Oh, I forgot that you already know each other. I'm sorry, it's a reflex..."
The two brothers met at the door of the kitchen. Peter was holding an apple in his hand and a bag of potato chips in his arms, his eyes widened. Harry didn't notice it and just apologized a little embarrassedly.
"Your buddy's face is green," Peter pointed out out of pity, good intention and a little bit of fun, "omg, where did you take him to, Raven's little dark room? He was fucked. ?You accidentally made dark food and he ate it by mistake?"
"I've been able to make decent food since I was five years old, and my aunt doesn't have a dark room, thank you." Harry corrected.
There is a rumor on campus that Mystique has a small dark room filled with torture instruments. If you fail in your homework or if you are a scumbag and laugh at a bunch of alien mutants, you will be dragged inside for life re-education. , which also contains the secret inner desires of some adolescent men, so I won’t describe it in detail. Anyway, anyone who believes this rumor has been beaten up, and they have to remember to be beaten even if they don’t remember to eat.
Draco's complexion changes from green to white, from white to red, and from red to green again. Anyone can see that he is going through a very complicated inner struggle, which may be very ups and downs.
"I'm taking Draco to visit and introducing him to everyone," Harry said to Peter, with a little excitement on his face. "This is the first time I have brought friends from outside to introduce him to everyone. In the past, they were the only ones who introduced me to new students. share."
"How did you introduce it?" Peter took a bite of the apple.
"Let me tell you, this is my friend Draco. I am taking him on a tour." Harry looked back with regret. "By the way, I refused several tea parties, seminars, opportunities to tell stories to children and deal with documents required for the wedding. Try to Eat wedding cake and stuff.”
"Then everyone looks at the kid next to you like an animal in a zoo." Peter took another bite of the apple and said vaguely, with a hint of sympathy, "They all want to see who can be attracted by you." The highest level of reception actually makes you, who is busy spinning like a top and still enjoying it, take the initiative to put everything aside. This is so rare - and there are a dozen people who want to know what a pure wizard looks like."
"ell, I think that guests who come here for the first time really deserve such good hospitality," Draco said with a pale face, "rather than - like those people in front of them, who greeted them with threats, pranks, and slaps Sora accuses you of being too ignorant towards bad children."
Harry twitched his lips helplessly: "You made Nina cry." Then he turned to Peter, who started to roll up his sleeves, and said, "Don't get angry, I've already told them - they both have." He also put Nina's The front teeth returned to their original shape, although the little girl still whined and complained to him for a long time.
Actually, what Draco didn't say was that Harry's way of introduction was really - very embarrassing. He takes you with him, and everything others say goes away in the wind. He keeps smiling stupidly, holding your hand and introducing you to everyone, and looking at others with sparkling eyes, looking very hopeful. Appreciation and encouragement.
If this was his brother Scorpius who was less than three months old and introduced his brother like this, Draco would have pressed his butt and spanked him to tell him what was appropriate and appropriate, but Harry?
Draco had to admit that he was still a little proud and happy. These two emotions coexisted with shame throughout the whole process and were very contradictory, creating a strange scene where his face was as chaotic as a palette.
"...Isn't the word 'purebred' a bit discriminatory?" Harry twitched the corner of his mouth, feeling that the word sounded a little strange, but familiar at the same time. Oh, by the way, Slytherins often talk about this word. He once beat Draco a few times and said that if Draco still wanted to stay with them, he told him to treat Hermione equally.
Peter shrugged and took out the second apple from nowhere, tossed it a few times in his hand, and threw it to Draco: "How come, I heard - from Anda - that the group of wizards at the wedding banquet spoke of pure blood, Shut up nobles, I thought this was a common phenomenon?”
"Just some racists," Harry replied casually, "It's not a universal phenomenon, at least not with Draco."
"..."
Draco, who was casually picking up the apple with both hands, suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.
——He originally wanted to use words to make Harry feel more ashamed and guilty, but Peter's words suddenly made him realize...racists may be shameful here.
Of course, in Harry's heart, it was probably even more shameful.
The scary thing is that now Draco feels shameful in his heart.
Of course, Harry usually doesn't protest against it in Hogarts. He won't rudely say to all Slytherins, "Please don't spread racist thoughts." Everyone is the same equal, whether they are wizards or ordinary people. 'This opinion. At first, Harry explained to Draco that this was called 'respecting other people's beliefs and customs'.
But, but! Draco has been involved in social circles since he was five years old, and he firmly believes that this is also called 'I don't intend to deeply integrate into you'. Harry's thoughts can be seen from his attitude towards Draco: at first it was just a polite suggestion, then a tactful admonishment, and finally a violent correction. Now it is a policy of violence and softness, and the effect is obvious. If it hadn't been like this today Reminder, Draco almost forgot that he used to be like the nobles at the banquet, talking about pure blood and keeping quiet about nobles, scolding 'those mudbloods' when he was in a bad mood, and completely lost the superior mentality of being a pure-blood wizard in terms of blood - -Since he already has Harry by his side, he really can't be superior.
"What are you doing in the kitchen? Want some afternoon tea?" Peter led the two boys into the kitchen and knocked on the giant refrigerator. "I was just wanting to eat something, and then I met the cook at the door. Lucky——" He He opened the refrigerator door and looked at it, "Hey, someone brought back the sushi from the sushi restaurant. Can I eat it? Do you want to eat it? There are bagels in the refrigerator, but the powdered sugar has melted - um - um - —harry?"
Harry blinked, reading the desire in Peter's eyes.
He rolled up his sleeves and casually pulled out a disposable chopstick from the sushi takeout bag to use as a magic wand. Making snacks required meticulousness and patience, and he needed a little help.
"——No problem, just wait a moment, it'll be fine soon."
With the help of magic, it was not difficult at all for Harry to make an afternoon tea for his friend who was visiting his second home for the first time, nor was he reluctant at all.
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Harry has always felt that the most amazing thing about magic is that it can use several methods to make boring things fun, cool, and fairy tale-like - magic is a common element in fairy tales.
He took out his mobile phone and played "The Lonely Shepherd". The tune was lively and fun, which was perfect for killing boring work.
First...it's the materials! Eggs, cake flour, butter! Oh, what more do you need for bread, pies and cakes? Almond powder? fruit!
Draco was right next to him, watching him like a conductor. He waved the chopsticks in his hand, and the refrigerator door opened with a bang. Eggs, flour and other powders jumped out like jumping up invisible steps, and the eggs were beaten into the bowl by themselves. , the flour shook a little at first, and some was sprinkled on the ground, but the magic instantly cleaned up the floor. The egg beater began to stir in a way that was in tune with the music. Sugar and butter fell crosswise. Everything seemed to be alive, and there was another Everyone can dance to the beat, and it seems that the ingredients are all born rhythm masters.
Harry hummed again, slapped the table, and raised his hands - like a shaman.
Fruits came out in response - bananas, lemons, apples, blueberries, etc. were swept out of the refrigerator together, taking off the supermarket's plastic packaging; bananas took off their skins and turned into round slices, while the remaining round types were Turning in circles, the queue jumped onto the plate. The lemon slices rolled themselves up like a piece of clothing and squeezed out the light juice; the apples were cut into slices and placed on a flower-like plate, and the blueberries were divided into two teams, one on each side. Team one stayed calmly on the empty plate, while team one jumped into the pot brought out by Harry, and simmered it with sugar...
Although "The Lonely Shepherd" is called "The Lonely Shepherd", it is actually a very playful song. While Harry was dancing with the ingredients, he couldn't help but hum along, saying "layodl layodl-oo" along with it. His voice was clear and bright, and it had not really reached the stage of voice change. It was very loud in the kitchen, and even the students reading under the tree outside the window couldn't help but hum along while watching.
It only took a few minutes for the song to finish playing and switch to the second song. Harry was immersed in the magical 'layodl layodl-oo', but when he heard the intro of this song, he became energetic and nodded along without realizing it. Make time.
Boom, boom! Boom, boom! Boom, boom! Boom, boom!
That is to say, an idea struck, and Harry suddenly thought...hey, this song is very suitable for drums, beats, and dancing.
The song "e ill rock you" has a very strong rhythm. No matter who you are, they can't help but beat the time with their feet... And the magical Harry follows the beat, spreads his hands, and every word "dong dong, thump" falls , there were fruits lined up around his arms, jumping and dancing with him as he turned in circles, and he even stood on one foot and turned in a circle.
And when the part 'e ill, ill rock you, e ill, ill rock you' came out, Harry shouted 'e ill, ill rock you, e ill, ill rock you! ', while crossing his arms——
——He pointed the chopsticks in his hand, and the magic caused the large pieces of dough on one side to be thrown up and dropped out of thin air, and began to be kneaded and slapped repeatedly. On the other side, the jam in the pot was being cooked at a fast pace. I threw in several pieces of lemon, followed the guidance of the chopsticks to draw arcs in the air, and landed them accurately into the glass bowl.
y think. What else do I need? His eyes roamed around the refrigerator and opened the pantry, and when it came to sweets, then——
ah!
"chocolate!"
Harry smiled and patted his forehead, nodding his head to the rhythm, imagining the sweetness he needed. He waved his hand and let a large plate of chocolate and a carton of milk fly out, and a knife followed the "dong, dong, thump" Cutting it at a rhythm, the chocolate finally entangled with the milk for a few minutes under the heat of the fire that Harry lit on his fingertips, turning into sweet chocolate sauce. Harry rarely took the opportunity to directly dip a little of it in his mouth and felt it on the tip of his tongue. The sweetness is just right.
He looked around, everything in the kitchen was in order, the ingredients danced according to his heart, and the kitchen utensils jingled like a drum being beaten. He didn't need to use more strength, and he didn't need to be careful about being cut by the knife. Hands-on, just let the magic slip through your fingers and let the magic flow. Memorized and tried-and-tested household charms make a lot of pre-preparation easy, and these dancing, wacky ingredients are really fun.
At first, Harry just wanted to learn the old version of the "Sleeping Beauty" animation and let the ingredients swipe to make cakes or something. But when he turned on the music, he found that it felt more like "Frozen", everything just needed Just 'let go', wave your hand, and the magic will fall. If you do it casually, the efficiency will be better. Sing and dance, problems such as magic and magic efficiency will disappear, and only happiness will remain.
"The animation is right, long live Her Majesty Queen Elsa..." Harry let the egg beater fall on his hand and checked the whipped cream while letting a small thought pop up in his mind, "Magic should be used more like this. , use less attacks, I don’t necessarily like wizard society, but I quite like the magic that makes life more wonderful... Huh? Is this what the ending of "Frozen" is trying to express?"
He raised his head and thought, and when he paused in his hand, he almost dropped the butter bowl on the ground, if he hadn't stopped it in time with a hook of his fingers.
Harry lifted, or rather moved, the glass bowl of cream with his left hand, and used magic with his right hand to levitate the bowl of lemon juice. Then, as if expressing himself, he mixed the two together... ah.
"...It's been too long, it's clumped." Harry muttered dryly, and then secretly cast a repair spell. The lemon juice mixed in returned to the bowl, and the cream returned to its fresh liquid state.
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"...Is he cooking or playing?" Draco couldn't help but trembled the corners of his mouth and murmured, which was completely beyond Harry's impression of Draco here.
"He doesn't normally act like this, it's just because he's happy, because of you, because of all kinds of things."
Draco turned around and saw a red-haired beauty standing behind him. Good news, this person is not Anda. Bad news, she doesn't look any easier than Anda.
She looked at Harry with very kind eyes, as if she were looking at a cute little animal. However, she was not so kind with Draco's face. Draco had also seen her hanging in the air like a phoenix, in Cairo. In the chaotic battlefield, everyone around her was scattered and thrown away. Under her control, everything turned into a heavy throwing weapon. Her throwing style looked familiar.
Just like Harry before.
No. It's harry who looks like her. Draco realized this.
"I remember you," he said cautiously and politely, "Miss Grey." After saying that, he smacked his lips, feeling a bit like calling the Gray Lady.
"I have watched him grow up, and I have never seen him bring anyone here and introduce him to everyone." Jean narrated calmly, and these words made Draco lower his head in respect, but his eyes slowly opened a little bit. Lit up, "He is very happy, so I - we will also be very happy. On behalf of all our students here, I welcome you here, Malfoy," Draco watched as this astonishingly powerful Finale condescended to stretch out his hand. He held it and shook it with a confused look on his face, "I hope you can have a happy life too - and I hope you can make him happy all the time."
She dropped these words with unclear meaning and left. Draco felt cold sweat and at the same time felt that hope was imminent... But to be honest, Draco would inevitably have a suspicious delusion, such as Anda telling all the female mutants what she saw. People, each of them was looking at him with an investigative gaze.
Draco really wanted to pull Harry out and ask:
——How many sisters do you have? If they are all of this level, can you please tell me that there are no more? !
"Hey, those in front, get out of the way, fire!!"
What?
Draco didn't react at all, but felt a burning sensation hit the back of his head.
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"What do you think of lemon pie?" Harry put a piece of lemon pie into his mouth, cut off a piece of banana bread at the same time, put it on the plate and pushed it towards Draco, "or a rose scone and blueberry pie?" "
Due to Harry's attentive attitude, and the fact that these plates of afternoon tea snacks were baked by Harry himself in the kitchen, and they were so fragrant that they could kill a member of the Quidditch team, Draco looked sad and indignant, but bit into them hard. He took a big bite of banana bread, and reached out to the rose scone without any image. The ice-cold Coke (manually chilled) next to the plate was a reliable basis for him to devour it.
But even so, he still scoffed at Harry.
"Shut up." He swallowed and complained, "-I don't even dare to think about what's wrong with you, cooking and dancing at the same time. Where's your image, Harry!"
Who can imagine a person with ingredients, kitchen utensils and even flames dancing with him? But when he clapped and raised his hands like a commander, the food had already been processed step by step and dropped onto the plate. To be honest, even as a wizard, Draco thought this was weird.
"I think my dancing is not bad, and my singing is not bad either," Harry didn't care at all and smiled rather shyly, "I never get below an A in music class."
The corners of Draco's mouth twitched a few times.
"Why are you so annoying," John shouted from a distance, "If you don't want to eat, just change seats with me!"
"It's none of your business, John." Harry said as he took out his wand and tapped it. Due to the gravity reversed by the curse, John, who was hanging upside down in the air, shook several times. He was about to shake the ceiling and fall on his pants. As a result, Harry tapped at him again, and with another pull, the ripped jeans that he was proud of turned into colorful plaid Hawaiian shorts. This prank was not very powerful, but it made people toothache.
"Hey!" John protested dissatisfied, "Why are you so harsh on me only?"
With a calm expression, Harry tapped the table with his wand three times in a row.
Boom, boom, boom.
"What do you think?"
Boom, boom, boom.
"What do you think?"
Boom, boom, boom. Harry pointed at Draco's bald head with the last gesture, which was very meaningful.
"Hmm...what do you think?"
His attitude was not very tough, but John was successfully intimidated, and his expression of 'Hey, what can you do to me' turned a little white: "...did you hear that?"
"I heard it," Harry laughed and said, "I didn't take the liberty to penetrate into your boy's heart, John, I never read it intentionally, it was your heart that shouted them too loudly - please cancel your plans, Thank you, I believe this is an academy, not for you to fight pranksters, right?"
John shivered and shut up. After thinking for a while, he asked: "What about the other parts of my heart besides the plan?"
"No." Harry said the shocking words simply, honestly, and delicately, "To be honest, I have no interest in them."
Draco was chewing a bite of cake next to him, feeling that Harry like this was a little familiar and a little weird - he seemed to have two small black horns on his head, and a tail wagging behind him, but at the same time he smiled like an angel, tolerant and innocent.
Harry who threatens to beat him up seems like this, but it's a little different; in Hogarts, Harry is polite to everyone.
"Draco, don't worry about John - oh, let me introduce you, he can control fire, you already know it," Harry noticed Draco's weird eyes, smiled, and then introduced the classmates who sat down to eat and drink together. , "This is Bobby, his ability to freeze and cool down, although you may know it, but I also want to say that the scale of what he can do is not something I can compare to."
Bobby—the boy who was protecting Draco on the other side of the ice in a gentle manner, smiled at Draco. Since the other person seemed to be easy to get along with, Draco nodded politely and said to each other, "Nice to meet you."
"This is Kitty. She can mimic her body into molecules... Well, you may not understand." Seeing Draco's "What the hell are you talking about" face, Harry made a decision in his mind to lend him his physics textbook. He thought about it and patted his forehead, "Let's put it this way, she can travel through any object. Remember how we fell into Salazar's secret room?"
"Remember, you were as docile as a dog, unable to move, and you dragged me and Granger away...oh." Draco understood, but at the same time he was a little unclear, "You...also have this ability?"
"Hey, didn't you know?" Kitty blinked, smiled and shook her ponytail, deliberately teasing him.
"Know what?" Draco said warily.
Harry smiled and avoided the question.
"This is Qian Huan," he introduced Draco to Li Qian Huan, who wore colorful earrings and headbands, had double ponytails, and a bright yellow jacket. "She is Chinese and can make 'fireworks.'"
Li Qianhuan tilted her head and released bright blue energy balls from her fingers. She took off her earrings with her other hand and threw them to Harry. After Harry caught the earrings, he also stretched out his hand and released pink energy balls from his fingertips. These two energy balls were slightly hot, and you could tell at a glance that they were explosive things. When the energy balls were about to expand and explode, they were retracted at the same time.
Draco also exchanged greetings with this person, and met Arren with wings and Kurt with strange blue skin. Thanks to his experience in the mutant battlefield, he also knew that mutants would be born with alien types. Therefore, his attitude towards Kurt was the same as anyone else's, which made Harry smile a little happier.
——But then, Draco's eyes were fixed on a certain place.
Sitting on the other side of Harry is Rogue. Compared to Bobby and Kitty, although she is also a fifteen-year-old girl, her white hair on her forehead and her unique clothes make her look particularly different. Y took her arm and she couldn't help but smile, but Draco stared at them like a laser gun at their crossed arms.
"—Is there any reason why you need to put your arm around this pretty lady and introduce her to me?"
He inevitably said sourly.
Everyone around the table glanced at each other when they heard this, quietly, except for Harry who didn't notice their little glances.
"This is Rogue. You may have seen her guardian, who is Logan with claws." Harry's face looked a little cautious and nervous, as if he hadn't thought about what to say, "Well, although I don't think it's a big deal, But I would like to remind you in advance, if you accidentally touch her skin, don’t panic, it will be fine after a while - I introduced her like this because we have a good relationship and we have similar abilities."
"Similar abilities?" Draco repeated, "Your abilities?"
etc.
Draco searched through his memory and found that he had not been sure about Harry's non-wizard part. He can fly, go through walls, freeze, open strange passages, teleport... If Draco wasn't a pure-blood wizard, he wouldn't even be able to figure out whether Harry was using magic or abilities.
The same goes for Apocalypse, by the way. Apocalypse has indeed always embodied a sense of 'omnipotence' and is a supporter of monarchy and racism. This has led to Draco's understanding of mutants - the mutants that appear in Muggles and are born with superpowers. A minority among Muggles.
But - Harry never described in detail what his abilities were. This led Draco to think that Harry was a special case, a particularly outstanding body, a powerful mutant born with many abilities, but he had seen all the abilities of mutants in this circle, and even a blind person could see Harry's abilities. Abilities are associated with them.
"Aren't you the kind of mutant who is born to be good at everything?" He asked his question.
Harry really didn't expect Draco to think so, and his heart skipped a beat. He was a little nervous before, but now he was even more nervous.
"Well," Harry looked around at the people around him, "let's put it this way, rogue is 'cannot exert his abilities alone', and I am 'cannot exert his abilities without companions'."
Draco: "...Speak English with your ability to be the best in grade this year, please."
"First in grade? That's awesome, Harry!" Kitty said in surprise, "Why didn't you tell us?"
"What do you wizards take exams for," John yelled from the ceiling in the distance, "boil children's hearts and drink them? Stick swinging competitions?"
Harry: "..."
"I can beat you up without swinging a stick," Harry replied in a kind tone, "Want to try the second word of the word 'beat'? Have you already done it with the first word?"
"..."
Draco suddenly realized that Harry was really polite when he spoke to him - Harry usually never said harsh words when he wanted to beat him up. 166 reading network
