When Regulus silently planned to enter the hall for dinner with his schoolbag, he was stopped by his brother, which was rare. This is very unusual, because just before, Sirius would never take the initiative to find his brother if there was no family matter. Who would want to hear the epitome of parents' thoughts telling him those 'reasons'?
"Where is your roommate?" Sirius got straight to the point, "I know you always eat together, but he hasn't shown up for a day. Why, is he 'something'?"
"I still want to ask you, Sirius. I heard that you met each other in the hospital wing yesterday - for Merlin's sake, will you only ask me this kind of question, Sirius?" Regulus looked unkind. He said, but still answered him, "He asked for leave, left me a note this morning and left. Sirius, do you have anything to do with my poor roommate? Why are you paying so much attention to him so far?"
Sirius frowned: "Gone? He was still in the hospital wing last night!"
"Yeah, but I think there are always people who put family matters first, rather than 'making trouble' first," Regulus said sarcastically. "I think, at least, Francis is someone who knows what it means to be ' Family Responsibility' man."
"Come on, you don't even know what his family affairs are, so you know that he is responsible?" Sirius rolled his eyes at the accusation and retorted casually, "Maybe he has no weight at home at all and just went home to skip class. , or he simply went to do something else."
"I guess it's nothing," Regulus said calmly, "Francis can master every subject, and since the Headmaster has agreed to his leave, I guess it's none of your business, Sirius. Jean, brother , I also want to go to the table and have something to eat.”
"Then tell me when he comes back, Rey," Sirius raised his hands and said, "Don't look at me like that. I'm not causing trouble for him. I just want to know more about your friend." He looked very serious. With a tolerant look, he shook his head, "I just want to have more contact with him. How could I bully your friend? He just transferred to another school not long ago. Don't classmates need to communicate with each other?"
Regulus stared at him with an indescribable look for a while, seeming to speculate on the truth or falsehood of what he said. The two brothers were silent for a while. Regulus turned and walked towards the hall without saying yes or no.
"Hey, don't forget," Sirius shouted to his brother, regardless of whether he was at the door of the restaurant, "let me know when your roommate comes back! I want to be the first to know he's back!"
Regulus glared hard at his brother and quickened his pace.
"And don't forget to eat at the table -" Lupine had to use his werewolf strength to pull his friend over so that he wouldn't make embarrassing stalker-like comments at the door, "You're not hungry, we're all Stop torturing your brother when he's hungry, Sirius."
"It's hopeless." James rushed into the hall and got himself some chicken drumsticks, stuffing them into his mouth eagerly. "You're hopeless, Sirius. If you continue like this, you won't be able to ask the next beautiful woman to date you. You really need to stop, buddy, did you take the wrong medicine during the holidays?"
"No, no, no, Prongs, you don't understand." Sirius sat down at the long table magnanimously and cut up the fried potatoes. "I'll tell you when I confirm - give me the apple over there. Thank you, Jiang."
He said to the nearest third-year girl, who couldn't help but blush, took the bottle of applesauce and handed it to Sirius under the envious eyes of various girls.
"Look," Sirius whispered, "I'm still charming."
The other three robbers all rolled their eyes at this statement.
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"Are you sure this is okay?" Harry stood aside, watching Draco skillfully put on the wig and the colored contact lenses, and asked worriedly, "I mean, you don't need Polyjuice Potion ?"
"No," Draco said firmly, "I don't want to drink that stuff all day long!"
Are you kidding me, asking Harry to face another face every day, even if it's on his face? No, absolutely not, this was a critical period, Draco would not allow another face to have such a presence.
"When did you become so good at... using these?" Harry was shocked at his proficiency. "I mean, I couldn't even put on a wig properly. When I was six years old, Halloween, you know. , my dad wanted me to dress up as a blond little prince, but neither of us could get the wig right, and my aunt ended up getting disposable dye."
"I practiced for five hours for this. Your sister got this wig for me - you know, I doubt she made someone bald directly. It feels so realistic..." Draco flattened his head. Mouth, looking at myself in the mirror with black hair and eyes: "I thought you didn't need a wig? You can maintain this German look for several days."
"You and Sirius are really related," Harry said happily. "He also called me Kraut with this face... Because I can eat a lot of candy on Halloween, and I can easily lose control of my abilities when I'm excited. You see, wizards also did it when they were young. Magic Riot, right? And dressing up is part of the fun of Halloween, and we don’t want to deprive ourselves of that fun!”
"Then you should experience my Halloween party," Draco raised his eyebrows, "We always prepare the best costumes and props for our guests, from head to toe, they are all the best, not even a cufflink. It's in bad taste." Thinking of this, his face twisted again. Speaking of which, he hadn't told Harry about this yet - about him officially running away from home.
Harry laughed dryly: "You mean to dress up and go dancing? No, no, no, I prefer to go door to door asking for candy and trick-or-treating..."
"You're talking like you've never eaten a piece of candy in your last life," Draco snorted. "Are you still not satisfied with the House Elf's craftsmanship? Your neighbors can't make more than fifty kinds of special Halloween desserts. .”
"——I know you didn't have this kind of childhood. If I have the chance, I will take you to experience it. You will find that the candy obtained that way is always different." Harry raised a finger to signal him to stop, then put down the notebook and The brooch was handed to him, "What is this brooch used for?"
Although Draco had always been covered in shiny trinkets, Harry knew that this brooch was not Draco's taste. It was too dark, made of a mineral that he couldn't name, and was not inlaid with any gems or pearls. Just twisted into two runes, this type of jewelry should have been Draco's least favorite type.
"Obviously, the Ignore Curse," Draco said, "It can make people who have met me forget my image after a period of time - neglectful forgetfulness. For example, he will not take the initiative to remember my facial features, my voice, Anyway, I wasted a lot of gold Galleons just to get this little thing, which was originally a high-end product used in black market transactions. Hell, this was the method that damn Sirius Black found for me. Why was he so annoying when he was young?"
Harry raised his head, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "——Everyone has their youth, Draco, everyone has it."
"Uh-huh, uh-huh," Draco grunted impatiently, taking out a white shirt from the backpack he brought and put it on, "You can wait until this trouble comes to your door again." Say this. This problem must be solved. You must not expose the secret, and he seems to be targeting you. This is the most troublesome thing at the moment! "
"Maybe it's because of Regulus," Harry tried hard to convince Draco and himself. He looked at the list in his hand and bit the end of his ballpoint pen. "Maybe when I stop walking with Regulus all day long, Go out together, or ask Regulus to talk to him, so he won't stare at me like this."
Draco snorted from his nose, looking very much like Snape: "Excuse me, did you meet your godfather on the first day?"
"It's because I know him that I know how much he actually loves Regulus under his seemingly cold surface!" Harry insisted.
"It may be true that he loves Regulus, but it's not all because of Regulus that he pays special attention to you! Wake up, your face has such a serious sense of disobedience! If I were him, I would do the same Pay special attention to you." Draco reached out and patted Harry's face, and taught him a serious lesson, "You really can't show any flaws anymore - and what on earth have you been doing since just now? When did you get the bite? Writing habit?"
He looked at the notebook in Harry's hand suspiciously and pulled the ballpoint pen out of his hand - Harry had been writing non-stop since just now, scratching out items from time to time. He stood up and stretched his neck towards Harry. Harry didn't hide his intention and handed him the notebook to read.
Draco was quite satisfied with his attitude, but when he took it over and looked at it, his facial features were twisted.
"Macaroni, cheese, chicken, milk, onions, pork, chicken breast, bread crumbs..." He looked at Harry speechlessly, "What are you, a full-time wife who takes care of the family every day? Or are you secretly expressing to me what you want now? Have a meal?"
"I can't pretend I can't hear what you said," Harry said matter-of-factly, "That's not what you said when I made you midnight snacks at school - I wanted to make something for my father and Hank who can't go out casually. It’s okay, what’s wrong?”
"Then you just make up the menu as you like?" Draco had never been to 'Harry's school' in this era, and the corner of his mouth twitched, "If they think it's better to eat something else, let me see what you do, you are not you now Daddy’s boy.”
Harry pursed his lips, raised his chin, took the notebook from Draco's hand, raised his chest and raised his head and announced: "Listen, Draco, in Xavier's house, I am the one with the most power - I own the kitchen. Even if it’s Erik’s territory, he can’t overtake me and snatch its ownership!”
After a pause, he explained his justified reason: "And there is no second person in that house who is proficient in cooking. I think the food I cook is more delicious than the same sandwich."
Draco: "……………………"
Okay, what else can he say?
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I have to say that what Harry said was right, because when they knocked on the school door with a lot of ingredients, Sean who came to open the door didn't even go from upstairs to downstairs. He was yelling so that everyone could hear him. See you.
"OMG, I saw it, it's Francis, Hank, did you see it, from now on we can save our stomachs!!! I hate toast and fried eggs! And lettuce leaves!"
At the same time, Hank's shocked scolding came from the house: "Sean! You can't say that, that's a child, not your chef-"
"...I see that they are extremely lacking in a chef like you." Draco said expressionlessly, "Good news, your existence is a cook."
"Well, there's a saying that if you want to win people's hearts, you have to capture their stomachs, right?" Harry didn't think there was anything wrong with being regarded as a chef at all. He shrugged and took a few steps forward to prepare. As the door opened, he told Draco, "Don't let it slip, I'm not a wizard now, I'm just a mutant——"
Draco's reply was an eye roll.
The door opened with a clang at this moment, and before Harry could even turn around, a pair of arms grabbed his armpits, picked him up, and pulled him into the door. Draco was startled, and quickly followed him in, hugging Harry. legs.
"Put him down!"
"Hey, who are you?!"
He and Sean yelled out with wide eyes, even the volume was the same. The difference was that Sean was just shocked, but Draco was more angry. He even thought it was incredible - what kind of strange curse was there on Harry? Every young man in their family was used to reaching out and picking him up.
"Why are you holding his leg?" Sean asked.
"He's thirteen years old, why are you picking him up?!" Draco asked.
Harry:…………I don’t care, really.
Sean put the person down, looked at them both, and then while staring at the shopping bag in Harry's hand, he said: "Oh, I guess I have to introduce myself, I'm Sean, Francis, is this yours...?" "
"My cousin." Harry said politely, "He is a trustworthy person. He went to the same school as me, and we are also best friends."
"You can call me Arcturus." Draco said reservedly, reaching out his hand to shake Sean's hand. He noticed that Harry gave him a questioning look, as if asking him why he used the word 'Arcturus'. 'The name.
They had discussed before that Draco would choose one of the names of his elders as a pseudonym. Draco did not have to be familiar with the name, but he must not choose it randomly and cause misremembering. Arcturus was a member of the Black family. This elder, according to seniority, was Sirius's grandfather, not Draco's grandfather.
To be honest, Harry even wondered if Draco would take his father's name as a pseudonym, but Draco blurted out Black instead.
Draco motioned him to stop talking with his eyes, and then put on a polite enough expression to face Hank who ran downstairs. This standard is very troublesome. It can't be too cold to make the people in this house feel unapproachable, untrustworthy, and not too cold. Being too earnest makes people think that you are hypocritical and have some agenda for coming here.
Hank obviously didn't expect that there was an extra child when he came downstairs. He looked at it a little confused, but Harry said thoughtfully: "My cousin, Arcturus, he is here to help me get something." He picked up the big shopping bag in his hand and said, "Don't worry, he is one of the people I trust most in the world. He is my classmate and friend."
After saying that, Harry quickly added: "If you don't mind, can I let him come with me in the future?"
His heart was beating a little - to be honest, it would have been better for Draco to be invisible and follow him, but at this sensitive moment, he really couldn't let his father's impression of him get worse, for example, for example... thinking that he was arrogant and willful. As if, bringing someone here without the owner's permission, how could Harry make his current father feel even worse?
No matter what time, he always hoped that his father would be free from worries.
——It's a bit sad to say that this is not Harry's home yet, so he can't take Draco home as openly as he will in the future, warmly introduce Draco to everyone, his friend, and wander around as he pleases. .
"We're not going to suspect two kids of being spies!" Sean said loudly, "You can come if you want!"
"You really don't need to be too cautious." Hank noticed Harry's cautious look and was a little worried that the child was under too much psychological pressure. He tried to be gentle and said slowly, "Don't worry, the current policy and situation are still there. It's not strict to that extent, Francis, uh, I mean, of course you can ask your cousin to accompany you... come here to see something or something." He took the bag from Harry's hand, "Oh, I'll do it. Get it for you—Hello, I’m, um, just call me Hank.”
In fact, Hank feels uncomfortable: when you find out that a child has saved your friend through life and death without expecting anything in return, you will always be embarrassed in front of his relatives, even if the child says that this is What should be done for everyone.
"I'm Arcturus. Maybe you can't tell, but I'm not a 'normal person' just like him." Draco shook hands with the much younger Hank, even though the identity introduction was secretly changed. concept, but his attitude is surprisingly correct. He once took a class with Hank. Although this big man who can turn blue has a superior IQ, he has a gentle personality and is very patient. Apart from not being very eloquent, he is actually a man worthy of his leap. It takes ten years to have someone you respect. After all, this is Harry's aunt's boyfriend. "Frances is always very reckless in doing things," he said, glaring at Harry with a very real emotion, and then said in a very sincere tone. Said, "I'm sorry, I really can't let him alone. I hope I didn't offend you by coming here this time."
Harry glanced at him from the corner of his eyes in surprise - it was rare to see such a steady, serious and even majestic Draco, but in this case, Draco's arrogance and reserve that was engraved in his bones were weakened. It was just right, and the too young age of thirteen also successfully helped him achieve this, making him look serious but not annoying, reserved but never hateful.
"It's okay, it's okay. This is not a military base." For such a child, Hank shook hands with him a little awkwardly, his expression a little gloomy. "It's just a relatively empty house. Just understand it that way. Hmm... It does seem like he is your brother."
"What does this mean?" Harry asked with a wink.
"It means he looks more mature than you." Sean snickered and gave Harry and Draco a bottle of cold juice each. "He is much more serious than you, although you don't look like a normal kid."
Draco snorted, clearly agreeing with this statement.
Harry was surprised by this statement - Draco seemed more mature than him? real? That Draco? You know, people often evaluate the two of them backwards!
If Hermione were here, she would be laughing so hard that she couldn't stand upright. Harry thought this and looked at Draco again.
Draco glanced at him sideways. Perhaps because of his black hair and black contact lenses, he did look much calmer than usual, at least compared to what Harry looked like before he came to this damn era.
"So, do you have a day off today?" Hank led them to the lounge. He looked at Harry a little reproachfully, "You know, I suggest you stay in school. Although the overall situation is not too urgent, it is Not very safe, war and everything else.”
'Something else', of course, refers to the laboratory. Hank is especially worried about this child - although he looks like a cautious child, he still seems to have the innocence that children of this age have, and he also has the characteristics of children of this age. Without courage, Hank couldn't imagine what might happen.
"He was worried so much, so I came with him." Draco said concisely, pretending to have a headache, "What can I say? I just can't do anything about him." Seeing that Hank seemed a little disapproval , he continued, "We have an exam soon, but there are people in the school waiting to cause trouble for him..."
His half-truths won Harry's sympathy from Hank.
"I guess you are not all mutants in the same school?" Hank said. He remembered some situations, such as some students who were always the outliers in ordinary schools, bullied and despised by others, even the teachers. He would regard it as trouble, and he asked with concern, "Although Francis, you have said something about your family situation, at least I have never heard of this kind of school."
This firm statement is very well-founded - Charles has used machines to search for mutants around the world. If there were such a school full of mutants, then they would have rushed there to find the alliance organization, and Erik would have also rushed there long ago. In the past he promoted his theory of mutant supremacy.
"Not everyone in our school is a mutant, but not everyone is an ordinary person, but there are too few people like him," Draco said vaguely, "He is special."
"What's so special?" Sean interjected.
"My abilities are quite special." Harry quickly answered, "I have many abilities, and ordinary students don't have them like that."
——Ordinary students only have one ability: magic. This is not called lying. This is not called lying. Harry tried to comfort himself, trying to calm down the guilt of lying to his family.
"Speaking of which, I'm really hungry." He ignored the topic. "Can I borrow a kitchen?"
You're really not good at lying. Draco glanced at him, raised his hand, and quietly cast a levitating spell with the wand hidden in his sleeve to make the big bags float, while warning him with his eyes.
——The topic jumped too fast! Another loophole! What do you have to feel guilty about!
Harry pretended he didn't see the condemnation in Draco's eyes.
"What's wrong with this? It's possible!!" Sean jumped up, "I'm here to help you!"
You can forget it. Harry secretly thought of Sean's various achievements since childhood, and shuddered: "No, no, no, I can do it alone - I think - Arcturus, I mean, my cousin Just help me."
Harry wasn't used to saying the word 'cousin' yet, and it was always a bit strange to call his best friend his cousin, but since they originally wanted this level of kinship to make Draco's identity more reasonable, this had to be tolerated. Having said that, they could indeed be considered cousins, if we started counting from Sirius, after all, their magical guardians were cousins.
Draco followed Harry into the kitchen in a familiar manner. It wasn't his first time here. You know, the first day he came to visit this place, Harry was dancing and singing here. He looked around and found that some of the kitchen utensils were different, and the curtains were tightly drawn. The whole kitchen looked a little dark, and there were also missing some fresh ingredients and a huge freezer.
This doesn't even look like the kind of kitchen that Harry and his family have had for a long time. The style of their home has always been sunny and extremely modern. The current layout is somewhat similar to the kitchens of wizards, which is to say, Not lacking anything, but not modern enough.
It's even a bit depressing here. Draco looked at the lettuce, tomatoes, bread, salad dressing scattered on the table...
"A rather perfunctory attitude towards life." He judged like an emotionless machine and was elbowed by Harry.
Harry was another familiar figure here.
He quickly sorted out various ingredients and put them into the small refrigerator, while Sean ran over and sheepishly cleaned up the sandwich 'remnants' left on the table. When he ran out, he was glared at by Hank and looked down upon by Draco.
"Mr. Mermaid in your school girl's mouth has not improved much in twenty years," Draco taunted in Harry's ear, "I really need to talk about him when I get back. I learned not to leave scattered food on the table when I was five years old. Ignore it, it’s like there’s no plate to put it on.”
"You don't want to tell anyone who is feeling uncomfortable," Harry whispered helplessly, and asked loudly, "Sean, Hank - do you eat macaroni?" As he spoke, he put tomatoes, macaroni , cheese, onions, chicken and other ingredients were taken out, and then he took the opportunity to ask the question that he was most concerned about after entering the door, "Charles, does he want to eat something? I bought a lot of ingredients!"
"Charles is not at home right now, but I think he will be back soon." Hank gave an answer that surprised Harry. "You really don't have to be like this," Hank said with great embarrassment, "You really don't have to be a chef. , you are only thirteen years old."
"I like cooking and doing housework," Harry said with a smile, taking a tomato that Draco weighed and handed to him, "I'm sorry that I can't be so free to decide what I want to eat at school."
"I wanted to decide what I would eat, but it's no use!" Sean yelled, lying flat on the sofa. "I can only make burnt bread and fried eggs."
Humph, Harry is lying. Draco cursed inwardly. You know, the house elves at Hogwarts treat every student as Merlin. As long as necessary, Harry can make a Halloween dinner in the kitchen, and this unreasonable Ravenclaw even made it happily in his own laboratory. American burger, in the middle of the night, when everyone is going to bed.
Harry was already very skilled at cooking. He handled all the ingredients with ease, set up the pot, and while frying the onions and chicken, he asked Sean, "What happened recently? I mean, before I came back, when."
"I think you might be interested in this," Sean said, pretending to be mysterious. "Erik came here once, looking for Charles, and the study suffered another disaster. This time I saw that they seemed to be fighting."
With a clang, the spatula in Harry's hand hit the edge of the pan, causing the pan to sway. Draco also dropped a lemon in a daze.
"Be careful!" Sean shouted quickly. He looked over and felt relieved that Harry was not burned. "What's wrong? This news makes you unable to hold a spatula steady?"
"I...I'm surprised," Harry's mouth twitched, "I...I don't know what to say."
——That’s weird, what did I miss? ! What happened between them? How bad is their relationship at this time?
Merlin, God, King Arthur, whatever...
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Draco noticed something was wrong with Harry from the first second. Although the face that was three-thirds similar to his own looked handsome, cold, and very confusing, who was he? How could he not see Harry's true emotions hidden behind his shrewd face?
Then he just watched Harry in such a weird trance state as he finished making a large portion of macaroni and cheese, beef pie, French toast, pumpkin soup, pork rolls, and orange jelly and lemon tart as dessert, and the whole process The movements were so smooth that Draco couldn't help but wonder if he had used some housekeeping charm to make people's heads empty and their movements smooth.
"...What are you looking at me for?" Harry finished brewing the coffee and realized that Draco's eyes were not right.
"...It's nothing." Draco said with a complicated expression. He took the wand and clicked it under the cover of the table. He floated the tableware out and stacked it on the table. "I just found out that you might be very suitable for it." Housewife instinct.”
Harry抬起眼睛看了他一眼，恍惚状态不见了，但这一眼里包含着'你不希望我揍你对吧'的意思，显然他不喜欢被称为家庭主妇，即使他热爱改善生活。
"Sometimes I really don't understand what you are thinking about when you are in the kitchen." Draco commented sincerely.
The aroma of the food had already attracted Sean, and he almost rushed to the dining table to feel the heat. Hank seemed to be sorting out some documents upstairs. After a while, he came down and saw Harry handing out a piece of food to the side. , including tableware together.
Oh, that must be for Charles. Hank thought subconsciously.
This thought passed in the blink of an eye, and Hank was not someone who didn't know how to enjoy life. He happily accepted Harry's invitation, sat down at the dining table to enjoy lunch with them, and thoughtfully prepared a room for them.
"I don't know if you are used to living together or separately," Hank said, "Anyway, if you want to live together, I will help you move a bed in."
"We're actually used to living together," Draco said, "We're roommates."
He was very satisfied with this argument. From the beginning, he was inclined to be a good roommate with Harry, but obviously the Sorting Hat was confused and assigned Harry and Draco to different houses from the beginning, so this wish failed. Can be realized - although later this wish was almost realized. They were almost inseparable and could often sleep in the same bed.
Harry pretended not to hear the lie and only stopped Hank from helping: "I have a way to move the bed, Hank, Hank, thank you very much. It's easier for me to do this job - no, wait a minute, and this bed is completely There’s room for both of us!”
"You are all quite thin," Sean said from the side, "I think it will work."
This made both growing boys glare at him.
At this moment, there was the sound of the door opening from the other side of the hall. Hank quickly said sorry and ran out, and Sean also swooped out.
Harry and Draco looked at each other.
"Your father is back?" Draco asked.
"Hmm..." Harry's eyes lit up when he heard the footsteps, and he nodded, "Yes, it's my dad!" He almost lifted his feet to leave, but then stopped hesitantly.
"Go!" Draco rolled his eyes, patted him with the washed plate, and complained, "So what's wrong with you? Why are you more timid than before? You are like this to your father. That’s the same, didn’t you say that your father’s impression of you is okay?”
Harry twitched the corner of his mouth and followed him out quietly.
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At the right time, in the right era, the eldest daughter of the Xavier family listened to her father's past as if it were a story.
"It sounds like you will be the second Hitler." Wanda gave her father a very harsh evaluation without mercy. She tapped her lips thoughtfully with her nails and said in a deep voice, "Or half a .If Harry had been there at that time, he would have been frightened by you."
"When you are obsessed with this, you will not see anything." Erik said dryly. He took a sip of coffee. The busyness of the past few months has made him a bit haggard, and now he is mentally tortured. , "I have to admit, I was lost at that time."
Although it was quite embarrassing to mention it, Erik certainly had the courage to admit his mistake.
"You have seen them in their early years." Wanda thought silently for a moment, then looked at her brother with the cocoa cup in hand, "What do you think?"
"Very interesting." Peter looked at the ceiling and hummed for a while, then pursed his lips, "——Of course, for me."
"But you all need to know that the situation was quite complicated at that time," Erik declared. He did not want family members to have wrong perceptions. "We just had different ideas."
"Obviously, you guys didn't seem to be on the same page at all at the time -" Peter said in a long voice.
"——So, Harry," Wanda said softly, staring at the carpet at her feet without any objection, "must have never experienced this."
Sitting opposite her, Charles let out a long sigh for the fourth time in an hour.
"Oh, Harry, my Harry - why can't I cheer up at that time?" Charles said ruefully, "This is not the time for a father to look after his children."
Obviously he had a pretty good idea of what he was like at that time.
Erik quickly held his hand and comforted him seriously: "We all made mistakes at that time," he said, "We were all lost and couldn't see the way forward. At least you are better than me, Charles, we are all Knowing who you are, you just... need time. Harry will understand."
"I hate time travel," Charles sighed again. "Just think about it, we were not good role models when we were young!"
Wanda looked at them and hooked her hand at Peter.
"I'm a little interested in the 'violent incident' you mentioned before," she raised her eyebrows, leaned into Peter's ear, and whispered as if her lips hadn't moved at all, "Tell me the information you know."
"...Guess what, this kind of incident can now be renamed 'domestic violence'." Peter said sincerely, "It happened more than once."
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If Harry knew Peter's comments, he would be so painful that he would summon ten pillows to hunt down his brother.
Because if it was 'domestic violence', the current situation is tantamount to 'cold war separation'.
Charles, that Charles, was sitting on the sofa with a cold expression that was alienating people from thousands of miles away. His beard and hair had not been arranged yet, and his clothes were very casually matched. Just like last time, he made his whole face look strange. It looks quite decadent and embarrassing.
This kind of Charles always makes Harry suddenly feel heartbroken - his father is always extremely energetic and pays attention to his appearance (although he has poor taste), but you can easily see that even though he can't walk, he enjoys life. And it will be even more so when he is fully healthy.
This is not to say that Harry judged people by their appearance, but it was clear that Charles had not gotten rid of some psychological pain and shadows. At the same time, after entering the door, Charles just glanced at Harry hurriedly without saying a word to him. Even when Hank reported to him that "Francis brought his cousin over to stay for a few days," he didn't respond. It's like an emotionless landlord facing his tenants.
This made Harry feel like he had a big stone stuck in his throat. He couldn't swallow it or spit it out, but he could only grit his teeth and hold back the 'Why' he wanted to blurt out.
"Erik formulated an invasion plan regarding the experimental project and related personnel that captured Angel and Asazo," Charles said about the news he had learned during his trip, and he was not in a good mood, "or in other words, A murderous plan. But he doesn’t know where Raven is.”
Harry pretended to pour tea, but his ears perked up. When he heard Charles mentioning Raven, the hand holding the tea cup trembled. Draco calmly stepped forward to block him, hiding the trembling behind him, and covered his exit. After entering the living room, the two people hid outside and continued to eavesdrop.
"He blocked me again, trying to convince me to cooperate with me," Charles said coldly, "and I told him to get lost."
At this time, even Draco had to resist the urge to gasp. As a husband and wife who had witnessed the Xavier family from being unmarried to engaged to married, now he was witnessing something that he thought would never appear - 'I Tell him to get lost'.
It’s been almost twenty years, and a lot of things have changed. Draco convinced himself that the world was changing all the time, so don't make a fuss, Draco Malfoy.
"Well, well..." Sean looked at Charles's face and moved hesitantly on the sofa. He considered his words, "Then what?"
"No," Charles said impatiently, "Then I came back - I asked the informant, and indeed, during this chaotic period, someone disappeared." At this point, he glanced across Harry, "You have eaten lessons, you can no longer be reckless in the future, Sean, and we have to write a letter to the army and remind Alex."
"Wait, let's act here?" Sean said unbelievably, "No, no, we can also invade that laboratory-"
"Sean, don't say it seems easy, we are not enough!" Charles calmly said, "And no one will put the fragile eggs in the basket twice, Sean, after falling once -I don’t have any time after falling -I don’t have Knowing what Erik is looking for me, "he laughed with a ridicule." In order to be able to walk, I have lost my ability. I have lost its value for him. I will have such a dream. "
Erik will never tell Charles, give up your legs and choose your ability.
Harry almost thought of this sentence immediately, which made him feel more uncomfortable. This is like a needle, and he brushed it to his heart. He was almost easy to simulate his father's mentality ... No, he couldn't think about it anymore.
But what can I do? He asked himself in his heart. What can you do for your dad? In this case, what can you help him? Cooking, organizing the house, what else?
For a moment, Harry's expression remained at a degree of crying or not. If Draco was not pushed him in time, he didn't notice that his complexion had become so ugly.
This is really a very strange feeling -you know that the future will be fine, but this situation is so real that the sense of power is so real that it cannot be comforted by the future, because as long as the person you care about Your heart is inevitable at all times, and it can become a huge pressure in this scenario.
"Calm." Draco reached out and grabbed his arm, rubbing his arms that he exposed outside his sleeve with his thumb's fingers, and found that he was sweaty, and he could not help reminding him, "restraint!"
"I have!" Harry replied whispered.
"Go," Draco immediately judged, "Don't listen, let's go back to the room."
"but--"
"Don't," Draco couldn't help but drag him back to the room that Hank prepared for them, "Look at the tea cup in your hand."
Harry looked down, and the black tea in the cup was completely frozen into pieces.
"This time I can confirm the reason why it is magic." Harry smiled bitterly with a cup and restored the black tea. "Bobby is not born yet, this is by no means because of his ability."
"You are like a cat who only lost the soul! Or Mandera grass without water!" Draco took the cup in his hand. "If you are seen by your father, guess what he will think!"
"My dad doesn't look at me at all," Harry was even more mentally unhappy. "He didn't care what my expression was."
"He may not care now," Draco couldn't help shaking him a few times, "But it is not necessarily the next -your heart is so fragile?"
"That's my dad, and Erik," Harry knocked his hand, quickly and toughly said, "I will definitely care about them! Just like your parents, Draco, you will also worry about their safety. The task, as long as they are an important family, I will inevitably care! "
Draco will not speak this time.
"Sorry, I don't want to get angry at you," Harry grabbed his hair and said distressedly, "It's just that I really can't look at my dad like this ... how is he and Erik's reconciliation?"
"There is no such thing on the manual given by Granger," Draco looked at Harry with a speechless way to shrink himself into a ball. "Then again, why don't you know this kind of thing? For example The relationship is bad? "
"Because I have always felt that my family is harmonious and beautiful, my father and Erik fell in love at first sight. Things, Peter only said that their relationship was not very good ten years ago. When he first saw Erik, Charles stabbed Erik with a punch. "
"Your family is indeed harmonious and beautiful, and it has not changed," Draco comforted his intestines. He pulled Harry up and sat with him. "I heard that frustrated love is called love, and your father and your uncle Erik Because it was too bumpy in the early stage, he knew more about ... cherish, "his face twisted, and he couldn't believe he was saying this." They ... do you know how much they love each other! This is just temporarily temporarily for the time being of!"
Draco couldn't help thinking of the appearance of Charles and Erik at the wedding ... and then found that he was not nonsense, this was his thoughts. Those two people love each other so much, so cherish each other, they ...
At that time, they had to say that it was the love that Draco longed for. That's right. It is not due to interests, not satisfied with all the advantages and disadvantages of the other party, nor is it not just to be able to accommodate. Draco did not admit it, but he did envy the newlywed husband from his heart. It was another look that he had witnessed the marriage for the first time, and he hadn't appeared in his more than ten years of life.
So it is really hard to imagine that Erik and Charles still have such 'time.
"Thank you, Draco," Harry took a deep breath, patted his face, and barely smiled, "I ... I'm calm. God, what should I do without you."
"Hum." Draco snorted, "So you have to remember, no matter where you go, you can't throw me down, as if you are so amazing -you are neither Captain America, and Captain America also needs others to help him. "
"You are right," looking at him a little proud, Harry's heart couldn't help but let go a little faster, "You are right. They are right."
"What's right?"
"You are indeed mature than me," Harry said with a smile, "Draco, my dear cousin."
The cousin was light and fast, and Draco felt a current that the current had passed under the skin, which made him feel inexplicable.
He quickly twisted his head and looked at the ground to see the windows.
"This sounds strange," he murmured, "I don't want your cousin like you at all -don't call me in private!"
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Draco and Harry temporarily chose one or two books to pass the time, waiting for the outside conversation, and waiting for Harry's emotions to calm down. Two people rarely communicated their learning progress. They did not unexpectedly find that Draco's course had fallen. This was normal. He was suspended and never found Harry. Hogwarts continued to learn, as if in Newmondi Della, he was a poor, noisy child who was arguing, how to say, as if decades have passed, the Dark Lord also knows the importance of campus education.
"I still lost half a semester before," Harry bites his pen and said. "Fortunately, Regulus is very diligent. By using me to copy a notes, we can look at those books on the book. Big changes, except for Dark Magic Defense- "
"——As even a whole set of idiots appeared in our book list. Think about it as a nightmare." Draco turned his eyes, "Three grades, what are your courses?"
"Arithmetic divination and magical creatures," Harry said. "I didn't dare to choose too much. What if I have a lot of emergencies in this semester? I have a mathematical foundation for arithmetic divination. I am very good for these two doors. "
"I don't really want to go to a magical creature," Draco wrinkled his nose. "I prefer to be like Niwen. You'd better wait for the door to change the door."
"Then I will add another, which is very simple." Harry said indifferently that the last lesson was not difficult for him.
"Why do you add one more, the time conflict," Draco dot courses, reminding him, "Do you want to divide yourself into two halves to two places? Or take a time converter to class? You can give up the magical creature and realize the magical creature. ! And the ghost is that I heard that this year's time was that the hunting field guard gave us this course, not a friend who offended your parents, but he- "
It was discussing something that fits the age. Someone knocked on the door of their room. Harry waved his hand and opened the door automatically. They found that Sean was standing outside, and it seemed a little embarrassed.
“教教我怎么加热食物，”Sean摸着头，苦着脸说，“Charles又到书房去了，他还没吃东西呢，Hank叫我帮忙给他拿点吃的，但是你知道，我It will only do sandwiches. "
"I left dinner for him!" Harry's eyes lighted up and jumped up, "I'll send it!"
He ran out of his kick, and it was almost irresistible. Draco turned his eyes, nodded to Sean, continued to look down at the book, and Sean glanced at the book on the table. It is not suitable for him to step in, and the learning atmosphere is very strong.
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Harry took a steady tray in the air and knocked on the door of the study three, only to find that the door was not completely closed, but he pushed the door into it all at once. The sound of 'sound deeply, and adjusted my expression, and seemed to take the tray into my hand in hand.
"Charles?" Harry brushed into the study, "I took dinner for you -I did insulation treatment, or it was hot."
No one responded to him.
There was a dim light in the study, reflecting the figure of Charles. He was sitting in the chair next to Harry's impression in Harry, holding his head with his hands, and his eyes did not know if he was watching the chessboard, or just aimlessly thinking about it. The light gave him a long shadow, standing in the shadow of many furniture.
Harry's strong emotional emotions approached a little, and according to Charles' habits, the tray put the tray on the table for hospitality, and it was also unprepared.
If Dad wants to be quiet, then I will not speak. he thinks.
Just as he wanted to exit, Charles shouted him again.
"Francis," Charles' voice was like a well -bottomed well at this moment, so that Harry could not realize the intention of this move, "come over."
He fingered with a chair that was close to him. Harry sat carefully and found that this chair should be Erik's favorite love, and he was one of their loves in front of him, that is, that is the Play pieces.
When Harry thought of this, he felt that it was hard to get angry under the seat.
——What did I sit in this position? !
"Have you ever heard Erik theory?" Harry was slandering in his heart, and listened to Charles and asked such a sentence.
"Sorry ... what?" He was a little uncertain.
"The highest theory of variants." Charles was like a machine. He didn't look at Harry or stare at the book. Just like a race that was eliminated in the process of human evolution ... When humans have fear and resistance to us, we must fight against each other and suppress them with strength. Have you heard of this theory? "
He still didn't look at anything until he asked the last sentence, as if his thoughts had fluttered elsewhere, the body here was just a decadent empty shell.
Harry couldn't help but tremble, and a chill climbed up from the spine. He couldn't even say that it was because of this theory or because of the state of Charles.
"I .......... I heard." Harry thought carefully and said with caution, "It's not very agreed."
Without waiting for Charles to speak, he then said:
"My dad has educated me very young," he said. "The quality of people is not completely determined by ability. Powerful people will also do a humble and shameful act, and weak people will make great achievements. One The component of a person is so complicated, origin, knowledge, and morality. As a mutant, it is not necessarily better or worse than ordinary people. Only when we become a better person, we can have confidence- "" "
Harry took a deep breath and said, " - 'We are better than others'."
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I'm sorry, I really didn't expect to be so slow on the Internet. I still didn't allow me to modify until five o'clock, so I had to lie down and sleep.
............ Then I do n’t know if it ’s anxiety or the wine that I drank yesterday, so that I always remember the modification in the four hours of sleep. How many times I woke up and saw the computer can modify it. Alas, I can go to make a reply and feel that I can make a reply. .
This week is busy doing some work transfer and preparing to go to the magic capital, and now it is settled. Next Saturday!
