"--so."
After drinking a large cup of black tea, Draco used his brain to digest what Harry said, "Your ability... is like borrowing some props. As long as there is blood, close-fitting buttons, small items, etc., you can use them all. ability?"
There was another sentence that he thought about for a while but didn't say out loud - this is so shocking!
"Yes, for example, this one," Harry took out the pocket watch that Erik gave him. "If Erik hadn't given me this, I wouldn't have been able to learn how to control metal and magnetic fields like him." He pulled out strips from his neck and decorated them with The feather cross pendant winked at both Arren and Kurt, "For another example, if Arren and Kurt didn't give me this necklace, I wouldn't be able to grow wings and teleport."
Draco couldn't help but slap the table: "So this is why when I pulled your pillow away when you had a fever, there was a pile of garbage under the pillow - small objects?" He quickly swallowed the word garbage.
"...Yes." Harry nodded, pleased with how quickly he changed his tune.
"Then if we take all these away-" Draco asked tentatively.
"-It depends on the relationship." Harry answered simply. He had been experimenting with this talent since he was a child. Although he didn't know he was a wizard at the time, there were no rules for many things, but the concept of 'media replication' This ability does have rules to be found, and it gradually evolves according to age. "It has a rule, uh, so to speak, this ability has such a consciousness and silently makes judgments. If it is my father, we are father and son." relationship, he loves me, I have been raised by him since I was a child, and I am his 'special medium'; and my aunt, who is also my family, will never disagree with me 'borrowing' her ability, so I She can also use her abilities." Harry held up his pocket watch. "Another example is this." He pointed to the necklace again, "and this. They are like a certificate. The person who gave me these things has the word 'lend' Consciousness, so if I lose these, I can still use them, but... the chance of failure is also very high."
Draco: "...then?"
"As for anyone, I need blood, hair or personal belongings, either DNA, or... Just assume there is a customs, and if you don't use a media to verify it for them, they won't be able to get through to me. And DNA is an ID card (identity card) that allows me to pretend to be those people." Harry spread his hands to indicate that he had finished explaining.
Draco slowly digested these words and nodded slowly... Although he didn't know much about what DNA was, when it came to blood and hair, he remembered a potion paper published three years ago about polyjuice potion. At that time, the author raised a question, a hypothesis, in the discussion meeting, which shocked most of the potions masters, leaving them speechless, looking down and turning blue... Now this question has emerged.
"...It's not limited to hair, but can any hair be used?" He couldn't help but ask, not wanting to admit that he felt a little happy when he asked this question. "I mean...any hair is OK?"
He said it very implicitly, but everyone around him understood it strangely.
"Is this considered pornographic?" Kitty whispered.
"It's not a pornographic accent." Arren concluded.
Harry didn't quite understand, so he replied: "...anything is fine...uh...oh."
He was silent - he had come to his senses now.
A strange silence spread across the table, the only sound was Kurt's sneaky bite of potato chips - click, click. If this was someone else's joke, the mutant boys and girls could laugh at it, but because of Harry's attitude, they all stayed silent, and Harry couldn't make a sound either. He didn't know what to expect at this time. Words are better.
"...I'm sorry, I was out of my mind to mention this." Finally, Draco said expressionlessly, "Let's talk about something else."
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"So, he beats you up from time to time. That's really rare. He was as good as a little lamb last year, eh~~ something like that." After training, Scott was munching on the takeaway during tea time. Pizza, while gushing, "How much you deserve a beating, kid."
Harry, who was holding a piece of pizza, slowly looked at Scott with a "you're already dead" look - if he remembered correctly, a certain person had only entered the school a few days before he received the notice, but now he looked like " I watched him grow up in style.
"Don't call me a brat!" Draco curled his lips in disgust, "He - he was a sectarian at that time."
Girls such as Kitty, Jean, and Rogue were so happy that they couldn't associate the word '□□ist' with 'harry Xavier'. Li Qianhuan asked while holding back her laughter: "What is a communist?"
Harry wanted to stop himself from becoming the center of the conversation and defend himself, but when he saw Draco's "Shut up" look in his direction, he could only helplessly understand that during the tea party, someone always had to provide talking points and jokes.
"It means that someone disregards my own will and carries out non-attemptive correction of my consciousness in a violent manner, and does not allow refutation or superficiality." Draco said in an aria like reading a long poem, asking Harry's thoughts There was nothing that could stop him from vomiting out all his bitter feelings towards him, "Oh, he keeps saying that he respects other people's will, habits and customs, and does not interfere with other people's attitudes, such as my classmates in the same school, but that's not the case with me at all - —Look at his hypocrisy.”
"Oh, that's good. I've also learned how to 'beat you until you are convinced'!" John, who was hung up, shouted deliberately.
A bunch of people burst into laughter and looked at Harry teasingly. Who is Harry? Harry understood what they meant. You must know that he loves these people and these people also love him. But some of these people were, well, the campus bullies. Or the characters of three, four or five hegemons. When someone starts laughing, they will start the rhythm. At this time, their meaning will almost overflow their eyes, and they can even be recognized by the naked eye - look, this is our cookie. , is this what the little good baby did? What have you experienced!
Harry couldn't bear it anymore and felt like he was back in a school for ordinary people, but he thought about it for a while, bit into the pizza, and slowly asked one question. He knows Draco, he understands Draco, he may sometimes not understand what this person is thinking, but he is good at treating Draco.
"I just want to ask a question." Harry said.
Draco: "No words can be an excuse for you to cover up your sex."
Harry: "I'm not **** at all - of course I don't interfere with others, but do you want to be that 'other person', Draco?"
Draco: "………………"
Damn it.
"Oh~~"
This time, the target of the group of people's booing was the other side, especially the girls. Their meaningful looks made Draco feel like he was sitting on pins and needles. It felt as if Anda had really seen what he did to the drunk Harry. What, and then casually spread the news to everyone. He wanted to be tough and say to himself, 'I think, if you have the ability, you won't interfere with me and treat me like someone else.' But Harry put his chin on one hand, chewing pizza in his mouth, and asked, 'Do you want to be someone else?' 'At that time, his heart was hit hard. He knew that this guy did it on purpose, but his... let's put it this way, the young boy who quietly sprouted a big secret made him unable to say it at all.' No'.
This feels extremely strange. He can open his mouth to hurt others, and he can laugh with others, but once Harry starts to decide to control him, Ytherin should be able to control himself, but who knows——
After swallowing a few mouthfuls of saliva, Draco's facial features twitched and he was speechless. When he glanced at Harry and saw Harry's satisfied smile, his heart couldn't calm down again - oh look, he was satisfied with knowing me. because I. because I.
————Who knows what weird thing love is.
Draco sighed and thought angrily.
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"Hey, gentlemen and ladies."
After the topic was over, Harry was trying to make up for the wizard's wedding banquet when Emma came over in high heels and a white short suit, looking very charming.
"Hey, Emma." Harry said hello first. After all, he knew her best, "Good afternoon, would you like to have some tea and take a rest? I made a lot of snacks!"
"I saw you dancing in the kitchen, it was nice, sweetheart," Emma said with a deadpan expression. She obviously didn't put such childish things and leisurely things like afternoon tea on her schedule, as if she didn't notice. Harry looked a bit ashamed and went straight to the point, "But I think it's time for you to share the work after you finally come back. There are not enough manpower. Come on, there is also a cake tasting. Charles hopes that all of you can I like that cake, but there are things before that, and I should teach you how to make it. You know, Peter has a lot to learn, and Ada is not interested in that. Let’s put in a little more."
harry:…………
Although he was happy to be praised and valued, to be honest, Harry felt that something huge was being pressed on his shoulders by the words.
"Wait, wait, what is it?" Draco's facial features twisted together, and he looked at Harry in confusion as he pushed away the stool and stood up. He quickly stood up and followed him, "Wait, ma'am, he has to be alone for something. Go? No one at this table needs it?" He pointed in a circle, and then found that the faces of the people in this circle were full of sympathy except for gloating, the kind of sympathy that said 'I can't help you, but you can do your best'.
"It's just preparations for the wedding, some college affairs, and...anyway, just learn how dad and the others do things and help out." Harry explained, "You don't have to come with me, Draco, you can sit here and chat. ——Anyway, you don’t need to sit there and be bored with me.”
Harry felt that it was too boring for him to accompany him to deal with documents. It was not the way to treat guests. He really wanted Draco to take the opportunity to talk to mutants, learn more about this college, and even attend classes. This was just like what he wanted. Learn more about the lives of wizards, especially pure-blood wizards.
"——Have you forgotten something?" Draco retorted decisively, "Don't make decisions for me."
"Forehead……"
"And how do you know I can only sit?"
"……ah?"
Facing Harry, who had his mouth slightly open, Draco raised his chest and raised his head. The education that was engraved in his bones from birth made him very clear about what to do next.
"Who do you think I am," Draco said, "I am a Malfoy, the oldest and most noble Malfoy family among pure-blood wizards, the only heir for twelve years - the only one!"
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"How can the waiters be distributed like this? Their rest time is arranged like this? Oh, come on, this will definitely prevent some guests from being served! And some guests will not even greet the waiters!"
"I don't understand why you don't do zoning, what do you want lawyers and musicians at a table doing?"
"Why did you store it in the refrigerator the day before? Who wrote the plan randomly? Does he know how tall the wedding cake is?"
"Of course you can't just choose expensive champagne. Only a few origins will have the best champagne in this season. And you have invited a dozen guests. Who knows whether they prefer sparkling wine or eggnog?"
"This budget is wrong. I checked the Muggle exchange rate. They are so stupid and have no idea about foreign currencies! I know a channel and an informant——"
Harry was stunned, and the pen in his hand was about to fall off. He watched Draco, with an incredible momentum, correct all the documents and reports that others had randomly commented on, and began to help guide this destined grand event without missing a beat. The wedding decoration, I completely understand Draco's previous sentence 'How do you know I can only sit down? 'the meaning of.
And vaguely, Draco is much more skilled than him in banquets, receptions, purchasing, etc.
"Stop standing there, Harry," Draco threw a signed report on his desk. The elite education he received since childhood made him more than adequate for these things, "I told you, I am a Malfoy!" 166 Reading Network
