No one dislikes charles. He once said: "When he was young, he was like a strawberry tart, sweet and crisp when you bite it, but now he is like soft milk toast, basic, but everyone can easily like it, it is difficult to hate it easily, and it is very possible Consider him an integral part of the menu.”
But now it is the most important part of Erik's menu, the exclusive one.
Although they didn't quite understand the course, the young wizards in the back row were enough to watch the audience. Charles was always quite charming when he was giving lectures. His convincing eyes and voice were like hot water caressing the ears. Although he is middle-aged, he is healthy and strong, his body is still graceful in every move, and his face is far more worthy of the word "handsome" than anyone they have ever seen, which deeply attracts everyone. Someone seeing him up close for the first time.
Of course, humans are visual creatures, and an almost flawless appearance will definitely be favored by most people, such as Professor Lockhart, who has been honorably imprisoned. However, compared to most such people, Charles is not brilliant, nor It's not too beautiful, but when he holds a book in his hand, his voice is neither high nor low, but he recites the text with emotion, he looks at each of his students with his magical blue eyes, and he also quietly controls the whole audience. The atmosphere guides students to think and ask questions. The kind of tolerance and cheerfulness, the kind of self-confidence and generosity, the kind of seriousness and concentration are enough to shine brighter than any handsome appearance.
You can't help but listen to this person, you can't help but want to understand this person's thoughts, rather than be obsessed with his beauty. You will want to talk to him and get his enlightenment and answers, because this person seems to be born to be a teacher. You can see from his eyes that he truly cares and respects every student, and his students I also respect and love him so much. Although these students may be different from birth, appearance to personality, in Charles' class, they are equal and similar.
He is like a beam of gentle afternoon sunshine, neither dazzling nor dazzling. He quietly shines on your heart and warms your heart.
"I know why Hermione fought like a madman with Lavender over Harry's father. Merlin, I mean, Merlin."
After class, Ron murmured to himself. During the whole process, he did not dare to speak small words or desertion, but his ears and eyes could not help but follow the master of the class, and were attracted by the charm of this teacher. Capture - on the spiritual idol level.
"Yes, who would like Lockhart after seeing such a man?" Fred also muttered after his younger brother.
"How cool," Gee exclaimed in a very low voice, "Harry, although we are wizards, your father's students are so cool."
Harry looked at where he was pointing and saw that Bobby was forming an ice rose from the palm of his hand and quietly handed it to Rogue. The girl accepted it without saying a word, pursed her lips and smiled a little; while on the other side, John He was playing with a lighter, flames flying, and talking to a student with pointed ears. That was Mark, a mutant whose hearing was far beyond that of any other person or electronic device. He was only thirteen years old this year and a dark-skinned boy.
"They look a little more 'magical' than us." Fred said.
Harry shrugged: "To be honest, I didn't know that I was a wizard for a long time because of this... My father and aunt thought that I was just a mutant with chaotic abilities. We couldn't tell where my magic was. Talent, where is my mutant talent? It’s hard to figure out.”
"So you are really both!" Ron was envious and surprised at the same time. He looked at Harry and grabbed his arm with admiration in his eyes. "Harry, you are like the kind of character in the legend - -Have you ever met anyone like you - I mean, a wizard again? I dare say you are absolutely unique!"
With a snap, Ron's hand was swatted away, and what he got in return was Draco's cold and terrifying glare.
"I advise you to be honest," he sneered at Ron, "If you think this guy is worth paying homage to, you have to pay gold Galleons for the visit, and I'm afraid you won't be able to hand it over."
"Fuck you, Malfoy, that's not what I meant! I also want to ask Harry if this will cause any physical problems! We all heard from our parents about the last wizard who lived a miserable life because of mixed bloodlines. What's the result!" Ron really wanted to roar at this bastard, "You are again - stirring up dissension! This is misinterpreting my meaning!"
"Okay, okay, thank you, thank you, Ron, you can rest assured that our abilities do not come from blood. It is completely random. I guess I am fine with it." Harry quickly intervened, "Wait a minute , don’t, don’t start a fight, Draco has no ill intentions, he is just more sensitive in this regard..."
"But look at him, Harry, he's like-"
A hand was put on Ron's shoulder and knocked, and then Ron found that Harry disappeared from his eyes in an instant, and even the expression on Draco's face was 'what happened - oh, shit'.
"Peter!!" Harry screamed, and then realized that he was in a very shameful state because of his brother. He immediately grabbed Peter's collar, "Put me down!!"
"I don't, I don't, do you feel embarrassed?" Peter said proudly, still holding him like a doll as before, "Who made the law and said I am not allowed to hug my brother? Who?" He also Lifting Harry a little higher.
It can be seen that he finds a lot of fun in teasing his younger brother who is becoming more and more stable.
"Not in front of my friends!!" The blush on Harry's face suddenly spread to his neck. He didn't dare to look at the faces of Ron and the others. He hurriedly asked Peter to let him go. He leaned over and whispered to Peter's ear. Sometimes I feel that being with my brother like this in front of friends is too childish, too 'baby', "I - this is in dad's classroom! Not our home!"
The twins were already laughing. Ron, Neville and Ginny all looked at Harry and Peter with their mouths open. When Harry felt more and more embarrassed, their expressions made them more shocked.
"If Gee and Fred dare to do this to me in school..." Ron couldn't help but say, before he finished his words, but his expression already showed that if the twins really did this, he would jump off the Gryffindor Tower.
Therefore, the face of the youngest son of the Easley family was full of sympathy. Next to him, the only son of the Longbottom family couldn't help showing an envious look. Even though he had an uncle and a younger uncle, he was still the sole heir of the Longbottom family, and it was difficult to find playmates from relatives. .
"Oh, I don't think Charles has any objections," Peter said cheerfully, "Look, Harbao, he is smiling at us."
Harry turned his head and caught sight of his father, who was standing with three or four students. He was walking this way, with a smile on his face and waving to them. He looked at Harry and Peter with eyes like Seeing dolls and bears dancing is the same.
"...Oh." Harry saw that look and gave up a little bit of his desire to maintain his dignity in front of his friends.
He is so happy, Y decided instinctively.
This is the necessary policy of their family in the past few years and in the future, and it cannot be shaken.
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In the eyes of the wizard cubs, Harry has a perfect father.
He is handsome, looks completely younger than he should be, and is personable and affable; he is enthusiastic and can call everyone by name directly, hug them one by one, and tell them their respective advantages that he heard from Harry. For example, Neville is good at potions, Hermione is good at everything, and the twins always have wonderful ideas; he is considerate, and his every look and every word will not make people feel uncomfortable. He is very good at observing words and emotions, making everyone feel that they are valued. In addition, he also noticed Ginny's shrinking and shyness, so he specially called the youngest girl in the family to accompany the little girl.
A teenage female student helped him bring Nina. She almost jumped on Harry as soon as she arrived, and she was so happy: "Harry!"
"My sister, Nina, is Uncle Eric's youngest daughter," Harry hugged the little girl and introduced her in a rare and proud tone, "She is eight years old and the most beautiful girl in the whole school."
"Nina, our little princess," Charles also introduced with a smile, "Like Ginny, you said you have always wanted to meet the witch from the wizarding family. This is Ginny. I think you can become good friends. And these, they are all Harry's classmates, this is Ron and his brother Gee, Fred, this is Neville, and I guess you still have impressions of Hermione and Draco."
Nina was brought up to be very polite. She jumped down first, smiled sweetly with her face raised, and said hello to each one in a childish voice. Hermione gave a small scream, and the girl who was as cute as this doll hugged her and said : "You're taller than the last time I saw you! And you're getting more and more beautiful!"
Ginny raised her head to look at Harry curiously. She has six brothers, and she knows what they are, but as Harry's brother, almost no one knows, because everyone's attention is almost always on "Harry's family has a dark wizard", and no one knows that he is still an older brother.
Harry was watching Nina and saying hello to everyone. He looked very proud of Ron and the others' surprise towards Nina. It was a rare smile, almost as bright as the light shining on his face. Those who didn't know thought that He drank a cup of excellent mead, sweet...and intoxicating.
A kind of blush lurks on it. It is caused by happiness and excitement, but it is like a touching color, so crimson that you can't take your eyes away.
Draco's breathing became much heavier for a moment, and he licked his lips subconsciously. But seeing Harry looking at his sister, he couldn't pull his eyes out. He almost groaned sourly again, but in the blink of an eye he changed his mind. He immediately praised her vigorously: "Yes, better than most girls in Hogarts." She looks a hundred times better." After saying that, he glanced sideways at Ginny, "Although she is small enough, your sister will definitely be a beauty when she grows up. Malfoy's vision has always been precise."
Charles held back a smile and glanced at the boy: "Thank you, Draco."
"Is he complimenting me on how good-looking I am?" Nina muttered in confusion into Harry's ear, secretly looking at Draco. A child with a simple mind, she directly complained to Harry, "Last time he said I looked like a potato. Woolen cloth."
Like a piece of soil...bean? ? ? ?
Harry looked at his little sister in disbelief. Well, yes, she was plumper than European dolls, smooth, with a cute little face, big watery eyes, and long hair like maple syrup... How could she look so full? Is it a bad potato? ? Where does it look like?
"Don't listen to him." Harry kissed the cute little face and whispered to him, "Who knows what he is thinking - Slytherin's thoughts are as unpredictable as the sea." This sentence was said by Godric, After saying this, the portrait was violently beaten by its owner.
"I heard it!" Draco said.
Ginny achieved the effect Draco wanted - she dimmed almost instantly, the smile on her face was forced, she felt lost and her confidence was greatly reduced.
Nina is really a very beautiful girl. Even if she is Harry's sister, even if she is not yet in Hogarts' entrance grade, she is so beautiful that it is hard to criticize. It is hard to say, watching such a girl grow up. , as her brother, how high-minded would he be?
Anyway, Ginny felt that she looked disgraced - this was exactly what Draco wanted!
Draco couldn't help but raise his mouth, but he only did it for a moment and then stopped it. He was secretly amused in his heart, and within a few seconds he was tapped lightly on the shoulder. When he looked up, Charles was smiling at him, first nuzzling at Ginny, and then shaking his head, which meant to tell him not to bully the little boy. girl.
Although he knew that the other party might not have any other intentions, Draco broke into a cold sweat as he kept his little secret.
——In the subsequent process, Harry found that he had become quite honest and silent.
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"He was really fun when he was more than two years old. Maybe it was because there were too few people at home. He liked to kiss people, kiss me, kiss my sister - sorry, I mean, his aunt - come to visit in person. My student, at that time the girls lined up to come here to visit me, because he was really cute..."
Charles talked endlessly to Harry's classmates about how cute his son was when he was a child. He didn't notice that his son covered his face along the way and only dared to follow him from a distance. Fred and Gee had evil intentions on their faces. smile.
Harry had a splitting headache and refused to think of his glorious deeds when he was two years old - but it was difficult. Before he was ten years old, he was still a good baby who loved to stay by his father's side! There is no problem with his memory!
But this, oh—
He really refused to be forced to think back to when he was a big kisser while his dad described it vividly.
And it really, really, really reminds him of something from a while ago - about the shameless thoughts he had when he was 'rescued' by Draco - which was also a kiss - and he should have kept this Things are thrown into the corner of memory.
Charles didn't care about Ron, Neville and the others were wizards. He took them around the entire college and occasionally encountered special courses. He would explain and introduce them in detail. In the end, he seemed to be giving a group of preschoolers, or any other Like a new student, he talked about all the differences between mutants and wizards, how to study in this academy, and how each student should find what he needs in it and become the person he wants to be.
Ron, Neville, and the others were even surprised to find that Harry's father didn't even need Harry to help add more annotations when explaining.
"...For example, my sister, Harry's aunt, Raven - I guess it's not a coincidence that she entered Ravencla, isn't it - her ability is to change herself, she is a shapeshifter, which is a bit like your Metamorphmagus. Like the Animagus that you wizards learned," Charles talked about the magical world with fluent vocabulary, and his description was very accurate. "If you let her meet, she can become a mermaid, or she can get a pair for herself. The wings of the Welsh green dragon, of course, are subject to the law of conservation of matter. These wings cannot be as big as a dragon. Just like your transfiguration class, magic allows needles and matches to be interchangeable, but it cannot turn needles into houses. You You can understand that, right?"
After several young wizards couldn't help but nod as if they were facing professors (even though lower-grade boys such as Ron had never considered conservation issues), Charles walked along the lake with satisfaction and continued to explain, "Everyone's Abilities are part of the body, and they grow together with the body. Just like when we were babies, we could only crawl and could only rely on diapers. But after we become toddlers, we can run, jump, and go to the toilet by ourselves... At the beginning, our abilities were not All can be controlled freely, which requires a process.”
"Then, does Harry also have this time? Sir?" Ginny couldn't help but ask, and bowed her head shyly when Charles looked over, "I'm not...I mean, my brothers all said that Harry didn't grow up in a magical family. But he is good at all kinds of magic, he is like a genius." When the little girl said this, her eyes were shining with longing and her face was flushed.
Harry's eyes quietly drifted towards the twins and Ron, a little embarrassed and a little embarrassed. To be honest, although he was famous in the entire wizarding world, he was not very adaptable to this kind of 'star-chasing' treatment, and the other person was still a friend's sister.
"More than 'like', he is 'is'." Ron muttered, "Have you ever seen someone who missed half a semester and still got first place in his grade?"
"Just call me Charles, Ginny." Charles said very kindly, "Of course Harry has this time, he even faced different and more troublesome problems than others at the beginning... I remember when he was six years old, It was a party, and I think he was trying to get the cup from the desk, I mean, float it over, and it froze the water in it; he was trying to thaw it, and he accidentally turned the glass cup into silver, The whole thing is upside down."
The chaotic scene described was confusing, even Draco was hearing about it for the first time.
"Did you use the wrong magic or the wrong ability?" he asked Harry.
Harry shrugged: "Who knows."
The twins and Ron asked, "What's the problem?"
"Six years old. I didn't show any magic talent at the age of six. I thought I would be a squib..." Neville felt envious again. Although the reaction when something goes wrong is concern, due to his well-known miserable childhood and high-pressure study at home, everyone felt that his words were quite sincere and not malicious - the round-faced boy would shed tears. Came down.
For Neville, this is probably a sweet burden.
"Bobby! Can you come over here?"
Charles watched for a week, finally decided to call Bobby, and then looked directly at Harry. The latter understood and walked from the seemingly inconspicuous end of the queue to the front, with Draco following closely behind him.
"Are you okay, Harry? I heard that Peter is... ahem again." When Bobby came over, he greeted Harry very kindly, with pity on his face.
"...Ahem, I accept my fate, that's Peter, you know."
Just like Ron complains about the twins all day long, even if your brother wants to play pranks on you and embarrass you in front of your friends, so what, that's your brother, he doesn't mean any harm, and Y understands this point very well.
No way, Peter and I are brothers. He even thought a little cheerfully afterwards.
Harry coughed a few times and stood with Bobby, facing his classmates.
"Let me tell you in advance, this is for the convenience of demonstration. You are not allowed to praise me too much or publicize my heroic deeds in school afterwards - what about you, Fred, Gee," Harry said helplessly, "I am not shamelessly complacent. But I heard that you were the one who made it sound like we defeated Lockhart and the Dementors as if I defeated another Dark Lord."
The twins made faces: "We are helping you, Harry!"
"Thank you, no need." After Harry said this, he and Bobby discussed in a low voice, and then the two of them stood side by side by the lake.
"This is Bobby," Harry introduced. "He has a single type of ability. Well, well, there is a bit of a problem with this statement. What I want to express is that he has a single attribute ability. He can control low temperature, which allows him to do whatever he wants. of making ice.”
"Hello." After Bobby said hello, he walked a few steps towards the lake. Just when everyone was looking at him eagerly, thinking that he was about to fall in, they saw his first step on the water. The seasonal air conditioning spreads.
I saw that Bobby did not fall into the water. A thick layer of ice formed where he was standing, dragging him steadily, even getting higher and higher, and finally holding him up and forming a mountain of ice. The stairs were as flawless as if they were carved. Bobby was standing on the upper level of the stairs, smiling and holding on to the handrail, as if it wasn't cold.
"Oh my gosh, isn't that cold?" Ron said.
"We feel cold because physically speaking, human body temperature is higher than ice," Harry smiled slightly, "But Bobby can control his own temperature, and his physique is adapted to his abilities, so he will not be harmed if he does so. At this time, the temperature of the ice is the same as his, so he won't feel cold."
Ron was not very understanding, but Neville, who was good at herbal medicine, had a much better understanding of the explanation of temperature, and he understood it immediately: "In other words, the temperature of ice is how many degrees below zero, and his body is also how many degrees below zero? "
"Cool~~~" The twins looked at Bobby together, their eyes flashing. A hundred prank plans ran through their minds like horses, all related to this ability.
"No one likes to fight with me very much," Bobby joked after coming down the stairs, waving his hand covered with a layer of ice, "After all, the ice is cold and hard, and no one wants to lose their skin. Ah, it was really difficult at first," he said with emotion. "I couldn't control the temperature and my abilities at all. I kept freezing things I could touch, and I turned myself into a snowman. Just as cold...Learning to control these is what I want to learn."
"But I have to face more problems." Harry said. He stretched out his left and right hands. On his left hand, his mobile phone was spinning in the palm of his hand. On his right hand, a rose condensed from the palm of his hand and spread out. , “Choice, Balance, and Precision.”
"I want this!" Nina ran over and demanded excitedly, "I also want the deer's!"
Harry agreed to all her requests without hesitation and added a layer of magic to these small ice sculptures to make the shells less able to conduct cold air. He told the girl to pay attention to her hands: "If you feel a little pain from the cold, tell me - I have never tried this magic time limit. Promise me to be careful, Nina."
This attentiveness and tenderness made Ginny sniff a little frustrated. Each of the twins stretched out a hand and touched her head: "Do you want it, Ginny? We can make it more fun."
That's not really the point, but Ginny was still moved by it.
Bobby coughed a little embarrassedly - he just handed Rogue a flower.
"I have the ability to copy, so how to distinguish and use my multiple abilities is what I need..." Harry said, "Of course, at that time, I didn't know that I still had the magical talent of a wizard, so this It's very confusing. I used to be like this when I was a kid - I was forced to listen to the confused thoughts of passers-by, while watching things at home float around me, or I would always look like someone else, but not quite like them at the same time. ...Well, this is not the same as not being able to practice magic well. It’s a bit like Neville’s broom last semester. It started inexplicably and couldn’t stop inexplicably.”
He smiled sheepishly: "It wasn't until I was nine years old that I could control the abilities I could borrow, but I couldn't focus on one trait like Bobby, so I wasn't as good as him."
Just after he finished speaking, a shadow passed over them, and Harry pointed: "Even if I had wings, I wouldn't be able to fly for a long time like Arren - my physique is not suitable, and they have been heading in this direction from the beginning. Practice, just like Ron is good at flying and Neville is good at herbal medicine, it is difficult to turn something borrowed into something mine, it takes time and opportunity."
"Then how do you explain Hermione, you, you guys," Ron said, "I think you are good at everything."
"As long as you work hard, Ron," Hermione scolded, "none of us are geniuses from the beginning!"
"I am." Draco responded lazily, "I was a genius from the beginning, don't take me with you."
Harry: "…………"
He found it really difficult not to look askance at his best friend.
"Genius," Harry couldn't help but ask him with a smile, "Have you finished your physics competition?"
The genius's face turned green, and the small group of gryffindors burst into laughter. No one wanted to miss the opportunity to laugh at the class enemy, let alone a Malfoy.
Charles also laughed: "Harry, do you sound very superior?"
Harry, who had received nearly perfect scores in competitions across the region for several consecutive years, was reserved and smiled modestly.
"Why are you laughing!" Draco said angrily, "You have never seen what it is like and you just laugh - if I ask you to do it, I dare say that except Granger, who has learned it, you will not do even a single question. If you don’t come out, you, Ron Easley, I heard that you still need Longbottom to correct the spelling of your paper last semester?”
As he spoke, he showed a hateful, provocative, and sarcastic smile. This smile had a complicated meaning, and Harry couldn't help but stare at it and study it for a while.
"Who said that!" Ron didn't want to be outdone, and he did it. Neville instinctively felt something was wrong, but he couldn't stop him. "As long as I take a few classes, I can do it! And Gee and Fred, their grades Not bad! We are definitely better than you, Malfoy!"
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In less than three minutes, when Harry stared at Draco's face for a while, he found that the matter had been instigated to a very intense stage by someone's few words. Ron had already made a bet, and it sounded like if he couldn't make it You have to lose all your face and pocket money.
"You know, every time you smile like this, I want to punch that expression off your face, Draco." Harry sighed, "Because when you smile like this, someone will be in trouble."
Draco hummed a few times, and Harry looked at Peter and his father again - his father, who was smiling and watching the bet with a fatherly smile.
"Dad?" Harry asked concisely.
"I think it's okay to learn some knowledge." Charles said with a bright smile, "I also want to know what it is like to teach a group of young wizards. It's very good. Harry, there is no big problem with Draco's suggestion - you just need to learn in the process If you help, it won’t be so bad.”
Harry: "…………"
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