Under the dim light, Harry held the coffee cup and peered at his father's face almost fearfully to guess his mood. As luck would have it, the eternal gift he received from his father made it easy for him to notice this.
sorrow. Hurt. Confused. There was also a momentary burst of paradoxical disgust. He didn't know who he was targeting, maybe it was Erik, maybe it was Charles himself, either way, Harry felt that the situation was not good.
I have never seen a father like this. Harry couldn't always think of a solution to this situation immediately, so he could only think this for the umpteenth time. He was like a newbie in the kitchen, at a loss for the recipes and the gradually changing dishes.
"I'm a little curious." Charles was silent for a long time after listening to his answer. Harry didn't know if he felt this theory was familiar, but it was obvious that he was not happy to hear it. "Your How did my father live in this society with such thoughts?"
After a pause, he added, "I think he's a mutant."
"Of course," Harry couldn't help but tighten his grip on the cup to suppress his nervousness, "Of course he is."
"I also taught a child," Charles said, "since she was little, but I failed."
This is talking about...Aunt Raven. Harry judged quickly. At this time, not even Jean came to school, so this 'she' must be talking about her aunt, and no one else.
But here comes the question - where is Aunt Raven now?
Suddenly there was a rumble of thunder outside the window, and for a moment the sky was as bright as day, but soon, the rain fell in a steady patter, adding the sound of rustling rain to the space that was so silent that it was almost impossible to breathe.
"I think she must have felt that my education was a failure, so she left me." Harry heard Charles say again, "If not, why would a person leave her family? Unless I was terribly wrong."
"Maybe it's just that she has her own ideas and can go out as an independent person. I think all adults need to be away from their families for a while to have different experiences." Harry was not sure what kind of past this was. I could only say tentatively, "Or maybe she just wants to use different ways to achieve your shared ideal."
This time he heard his father scoff - and for a moment, Harry almost thought there was something wrong with his ears.
"Shared ideals? Impossible," Charles said flatly, "She stood on the opposite path to me, left me, and was with a bastard."
...a bastard?
Harry pondered for a moment and began to think about what he knew about his aunt.
Ever since he was a baby, Raven was not like other students or Charles's friends who stayed at school or at home all year round. In his childhood memories, although Aunt Raven often appeared, she always appeared. She stayed for two or three days and then left. Then she went to various places to send her 'sweetheart', Harry, all kinds of postcards and gifts full of local style, from Russian matryoshka dolls to boutiques. Chocolate, just looking at the gift list, it would be easy to think that she is traveling around the world.
But considering what happened when he was eleven years old, that is, the year he received his Hogwarts notice, she was definitely not traveling around the world - the 'social practice' that night was really impressive. Those who watched mutants , no matter what, the fistfighters were all ordinary people, but when they saw mutants fighting each other, it was like watching two well-educated bulldogs; and Warren and Kurt, although they each had the characteristics of angels and demons, still worked together. The most ordinary human beings, God's first creation, were stuffed into the same cage.
And his aunt seems to be quite familiar with that kind of venue, and even knows how to make good use of tips and good looks to make her move smoothly... And before this 'social practice', his father had some objections, but his aunt insisted, 'He should know Something about it 'It wouldn't do him any good to remain naive in this regard'...
At least when it comes to the concept of education, Aunt Raven and Dad have some differences, because Dad almost never lets students get involved in these things, and he focuses more on pure education. Harry concluded.
In other words, his father prefers to teach them principles and knowledge in school, and then start teaching them how to understand this society?
And my aunt said, 'Rather than him dying in a foreign country without any explanation, I would rather he gain some experience first'...
If I look for clues in my memory, the matter will gradually become clearer.
When Harry was about seven years old, he had a conflict with someone. A school bully took away his homework book at school and led others to beat him. Harry was very honest at the time and absolutely abided by what Charles taught him. He did not treat ordinary people like He used his ability, thought for a moment, and just hit back with his fists... The result was that he failed.
Aunt Raven happened to be at home at that time, and Raven and Charles couldn't argue about whether Harry needed to use all his power to retaliate against each other. In the end, they compromised, and Aunt Raven took his hand angrily to warn the school bully. Together with her parents and inactive teachers, along with a few friends she knew and had a certain social status, they brought great pressure to everyone————
——And from then on, Harry began to receive physical training from her one after another. She could not tolerate Harry turning into a weak chicken who could be bullied without using his abilities!
"Um...so, have you guys broken up?" Harry, after thinking about it, mustered up the courage to start talking about this topic. When you know that the future is pretty good, sometimes you dare to do something because you have certain "I mean, you said you don't love each other anymore, you don't want to see each other anymore, you hate each other, you don't want to think about even a moment of the days you spent together -"
Charles' breathing was erratic for a moment, and then he looked at the picture frame on the desk, even though it wasn't facing him.
"I guess not. She asked someone else to take care of me before she left, instead of herself," Charles said. His words were more like mumbling than answers. He was so thin and narrow that he might not even be able to withstand even a needle. "And I can barely get rid of those memories, I'm not used to such days, and... who could hate their family?"
"No one," Harry said, "No one truly and completely hates his or her family - well, maybe there is, but I think even a mutant would have a hard time with this small chance. Anyway, that wouldn’t be you and your family, Charles.”
Maybe there really are people like that in the world, maybe, Harry thought. After all, there are people in this world who abuse their children, or who are indifferent or even hate the children of their remarried partner, but Harry feels that once you admit that the other person is your family, it will be difficult to really hate them.
Although this statement is unconvincing from his point of view - he can proudly say that all his family members love him.
"I don't know why you see it that way," Charles smiled at him - a very thin, polite smile with almost no smile, like the meager fruit flavor in a cheap fruit drink, "But, kid, I'm not perfect, I'm human. And I'm going to be hated."
"Really," Harry insisted, putting down the coffee cup, looking at the chessboard in front of him, and then at the picture frame on the desk, "Which path a person takes is different from whether a person loves another person. Maybe you have taken different paths, but your feelings are different... For example, I have a friend who is allergic to dog hair, but he actually loves dogs. I mean, you can't do this before the other person says so. I think, and I don't think anyone can hate you, Charles, you're the nicest person I've ever met."
Charles said nothing.
Harry continued seriously: "Love is love. If you don't love, you don't love. Whether you follow the same path or not is not the key to love or not."
"...It's not such a problem." Charles's reply was still very slow, "It's not such a problem between me and her. As for other people... you are still a child and don't understand some things yet. Frances, you don't know, there are When the time comes, whether you take a certain path will become the key.”
He stood up and sat in front of the desk. At that moment, Harry was in a trance. If his father hadn't been so haggard, he would have thought there was his Dad behind the desk.
"Thank you for leaving the food for me, I will eat it all," he smiled faintly at Harry and picked up the tableware, but the expression between his brows and eyes was not actually happy, "Go and rest, kid."
His voice was gentle, and the way he looked at Harry was like moonlight shining on the boy, not warm but gentle, giving the boy a little comfort.
But I failed. Harry thought silently as he left. I failed in solving my father's problem.
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"I don't quite understand the state of your fathers," Draco expressed his feelings sincerely, "What kind of lovers love each other but are almost unwilling to meet each other?"
Draco couldn't accept this situation - he couldn't imagine that Harry was within his reach, but he wouldn't see Harry, and Harry wouldn't take the initiative to come to him. This had already driven him crazy.
"Maybe they're not lovers yet, maybe their relationship is really bad."
Harry lay on the bed, his face pressed into the pillow, his limbs spread out, and his whole body exuded an aura of loss.
"...but actually maybe what you said is right," Draco said slowly. To be honest, he felt that Harry was worried too much. "It's just that your father doesn't think so now - his partner is colder than you." If you are more hard-hearted, maybe the time has not come yet. You don't have to do anything to wait until the time 'arrives'. We just need to avoid the center of the 'storm' - then again, why don't you use your That...what's going on..."
He pointed to his head, thinking about the name of that ability.
"Telepathy," Harry said.
"——Telepathy, let's see what your father is struggling with. Since you seem to be unable to sleep well unless you do something," Draco raised his head slightly, almost persuadingly, "Even if your father knows, he will know." It's for your own good and I won't blame you. After all, your father is more open-minded and sensible than all fathers."
"I accept the compliment, but I can't do this," Harry refused very simply. "You can imagine, if I was worried that you were doing something he thought was dangerous, and to find out, I peeked into your diary. ——”
"Purebloods don't keep diaries." Draco pointed out with a curl of his lips.
"Then I'll pay someone to follow you, check your every move, peek into your mind, and solve your problems. I'm doing this for your own good. Do you accept it?" Harry came closer, shrugged, and made his The habitual gesture of spreading his hands, "I think even you would want to strangle me to death. Our brains belong to us individually. Consciously peeking into other people's brains is no different from casting the Imperius Curse." "
He was just making a casual analogy, but Draco's hands turning the pages of the book paused for a moment.
"If your father didn't have this habit," he said, "there might not be such trouble between them." Draco said, "For example, your uncle Erik was seen by your father from the moment he fell in love with him. , then maybe they would have been married a long time ago."
"Everyone has secrets they don't want to tell," Harry said calmly, "We have to respect other people's wishes and privacy - and I think no one likes someone who doesn't respect themselves."
"But if some people just don't like to express themselves," Draco turned the pen in his hand, seemingly as if nothing had happened, "but in fact he is quite troubled, what should you do?"
Harry thought for a moment.
"If he asked for help, I would do whatever I could," he said. "If he really had to deal with it alone and didn't want anyone to know, I think I would probably respect his choice."
"You have become quite democratic now," Draco curled his lips, "You know how to respect other people's choices."
"I've already said I'm sorry for not respecting your choice!" Harry touched his nose and said confidently, "But this is just talk - I am not a saint and can always stick to my words. Reality is the main thing, I might have made a mistake. Hey, what is that book in your hand about?"
"Related to human body transformation." Draco raised the book towards him, "Because that damn Polyjuice Potion failed, and I need to find another way to look like you." He raised his chin and pointed at Harry. Harry changed back to his black hair and green eyes, which meant that he had to find a way to turn into his blond look. "This way, even if you are here, I can handle it for you at Hogwarts, so as not to take too many leaves to look suspicious -" Though that's suspicious enough now!" he grumbled.
Harry sat up, dubious about the idea.
"You want to play me? It's not that I don't trust you, Draco, but it requires acting and-"
"Believe me," Draco slapped the book on his face and said firmly, "Compared to you, I can definitely be regarded as - what is that called, a Hollywood star, and I am definitely the one who knows you best in this time. People! Also, you’d better pay attention to your family!”
"You can't just shove the book in my face - what are you paying attention to?" Harry asked, rubbing his nose.
"I was just reading in the room," Draco said seemingly casually, pulling out a flesh-colored rope from nowhere, "and then I heard something with this, Hank and Sean went upstairs now, and they seemed to have it again What kind of plan is this? I have to say that the Weasley twins are indeed useful, and the thousand galleons I gave them to support them are not in vain."
"???" Harry was shocked. What did Draco do when he didn't know? "You still buy things from George and Fred? Have you funded them? I thought you didn't like Ron and his brothers very much. sisters!"
"What does my dislike of their family have to do with me buying useful props?" Draco said confidently.
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A typhoon is coming in the Magic City and my house has a power outage. Sorry for being late~~
The next update will be on Wednesday. My wrists and joints are really hurting, so this update is a bit short, and the next update will be thicker and longer... I really lack a desk in Shanghai... It's all because the bed is too big to fit in. otz
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