"You know," Draco's whole face turned pale, "I am amazed at the lower limits of Muggles. Really, Merlin witnesses my honesty."
"...If you really want to say it, this is not just for Muggles, this is...human nature."
Harry sighed, pointed out this almost coldly, and continued his dismantling work - in this era when even Tony Stark was not famous, as long as there was a machine, it must have a metal part - that is, dismantling a part of the machine metal, then reshaped them into long metal carts, onto which the still alive, but comatose mutants floated to sleep.
"This is called inhumane." Draco said without hesitation.
Harry sighed again, then plucked up the courage, took a deep breath, and faced the open refrigerators, his heart beating like a drum. His eyelids were twitching wildly, and he couldn't help but want to close his eyes, but he was condemned by his inner voice and his long-held beliefs, and he struggled to open his eyes.
He swallowed and walked step by step towards the 'specimens' that had been slowly pushed out by the machine.
"Close your eyes, Draco," Harry breathed in, out, in and out again, cheering himself up. "This is going to be... ugly. You can turn around."
Draco silently looked at the bodies being pushed out of the cold storage. They were not pushed out completely, but just the pairs of pale feet were enough to make people's teeth chatter, because - most people would be completely unimaginable. 'Threads', what those dark red stitching marks represent.
It had to be said that this ghost movie-like scene really frightened him, and even his mind went blank. But when Harry forced himself to open his eyes and asked him to turn his head, he became hardened again - he couldn't be braver than Harry. Small.
"I've seen dead people and inferi," Draco said, trying not to stutter. "I'm not that timid - it's you. If you can't hold on, I'll do it. It's not like I didn't bring a spare." Magic wand.”
He coughed, held the wand in his hand, and took a step forward, trying to cover Harry's sight - this was not a temporary move. Harry's mood was very broken last time, and he knew that 'specimen' and 'alive' Compared with the experimental subjects', the former will be even more miserable.
"No," Harry insisted, putting his hands on his shoulders and pushing him away, "No, I'm a mutant too, I am... I can see, I can do it. I should do it."
Then Harry did it with his eyes open. He tremblingly picked up the wand, pointed it at the jars filled with formalin, and whispered:
"Diffindo."
After a few clicks, the glass directly above the jar shattered silently. The cracking controlled by magic was not violent. The broken glass spontaneously fell to both sides, like an egg with its shell opened, removing the specimen inside. ' was exposed intact, and the pungent formalin gushes out. The smell is not only pungent but also disgusting. Harry has smelled it in laboratories or science classrooms before, but now he smells it. The smell makes me want to vomit.
He endured the discomfort, waved his wand, and steadily floated the body of one of his compatriots out, placed it on the cart on the other side, and took a few steps forward to check on the status of these deceased compatriots.
Because none of the specimens had to wear clothes, it was easy for him to confirm the appearance and body integrity of the other person: the first one was a thin adult man with brown hair, a long face, and thin seams on his neck and torso. The chest is wide open, like a molded plastic mold, with all the internal organs and bones sewn inside, and the heart is nowhere to be found.
Are you thin to begin with, or is it because of this life of not being treated as a human being? This sentence flashed through Harry's mind.
He wiped his sore eyes and continued to work - then there was a little black girl. She showed her fins and gills like a fish, but they were scarred. You could see that the gills on the side of her face had been brutally treated. The ground opened up, revealing the inhuman structure inside; a slightly fat white man, his face was covered with red marks as if it had been torn, his eyes seemed to fall out of their sockets, and he was covered in bruises; and then there was a A young white man about the same age as Sean, an old man who has even lost all his hair...
Draco started to follow him to watch, but after only a few seconds, he looked away unbearably - this was not just a matter of it looking like a Muggle horror movie - if it was a movie, it would be different. Regardless, enjoy the horror brought by the vision, but once it is put into reality, it is another matter - how much malice of Muggles is contained in this, it is naturally self-evident. If it were not for the wrong venue, Draco would really want to I vomited everything I ate in the morning.
certainly. he thought grimly. This matter cannot end here, because if anyone dares to raise a finger against Harry, Draco will definitely let the other person know what kind of vicious spells the Malfoys are good at.
——But how was the root cause of this whole thing eliminated in the end?
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A total of eight 'specimens', all of them seemed to have encountered the most cruel and perverted criminals, and they could not even maintain a trace of dignity. Their bodies had been 'made' and could not shed a drop of blood, but Harry felt that he could still smell the strong smell of blood and decay.
So if I hadn't made it that day, Harry thought, what would Sean have been like? Will Emma become like this?
However, Harry knew in his heart that he was asking himself questions in vain. The man's corpse he had seen that day had already told him the answer - yes, it would be like this.
The answer can make you maddeningly sad.
But I can't go crazy now. He rubbed his sore eyes and sniffed. I still have things to do.
Harry moved them out as fast as he could to prevent anyone from coming here again, but unknowingly, his hands and feet slowed down... He unknowingly memorized these faces, wanting to keep their faces. In my own memory. Yes, on the one hand, due to the instinct of age, he is afraid of these compatriots who have lost their vital characteristics, because they are undoubtedly full of pain; but on the other hand, if he cannot remember their faces, he himself will not be able to forgive himself , this is a kind of guilt that the enjoyer feels toward the victim, and it is the intolerance of children born in peaceful times toward people in the past.
Even though he knew that history had its course, and that all peace was forged by suffering and difficulties, Harry still couldn't help but wonder - what was the difference between them? Why was he so lucky and they so unlucky?
"...Hello?" Draco was wandering his eyes in confusion. After all, he still had a fear of the dead in his bones, but he noticed something was wrong with Harry. He couldn't help frowning and waved his hand in front of this guy, "Harry?... Harry !”
Harry turned his head to look at him, blinking his red eyes in confusion, but saw Draco's expression became even more twisted. When hot tears fell on his own hand holding the wand, he suddenly realized it and took out a tissue to wipe his eyes.
"I'm fine," Harry said trying to stay calm, "I'm fine."
"Fart," Draco cursed immediately, took his hand and touched it. Sure enough, it was ice cold, "I don't understand," he put Harry's hand in his palm and rubbed it, "You're not I’ve never seen a dead person.”
This is a very straightforward statement.
"But not someone who died in this way." Harry couldn't help but hold Draco's hand back, looking for a feeling of reassurance. He sniffed, "It can't be... like this..."
"A worse way than going to hell." Draco completed the second half of the sentence for him. He hesitated, pulled Harry closer, hugged him, and patted his back comfortingly, just like Harry's father. , "——I'm sure your Uncle Erik won't make it easy for these perpetrators."
This sentence did nothing to soothe my mood.
"Oh." He sighed longly.
He waved his wand again and used the transformation technique to create pieces of white cloth, which gently fell on the remains of his compatriots, and then directed the metal carts carrying the living people to run smoothly out one by one - outside the door. It had become a mess. He asked Draco to guard here and locked the door. He watched Erik's people break through immediately and take over the living people, and then gave their heads a hint to avoid the cold storage. .
Then he walked back to deal with those who could no longer get out.
"You can also let him take over the remains." Draco didn't understand why he had to transport them separately. Erik was a biased racist, and he would not leave the remains of his compatriots alone.
"...No, I can't vouch for Uncle Erik's current style," Harry found it a bit pathetic to say this, and he sadly felt that he also felt guilty for saying this, "He is planning to lead a revolution now, You heard what he said, we can't fan his anger anymore, he's already very angry - we also have to eliminate the possibility of others taking advantage of them..."
Draco understood what he meant, which was to use these poor compatriots as props to incite the anger of others. These people look far more miserable than the people who are still alive. It must be that the last target was rescued, which made the person in charge of this plan even more intense in squeezing the value of the only "experimental targets" in their hands.
These poor souls deserve to be put to rest.
"Then where are you going to bury them?" Draco raised an eyebrow. He wished that Erik would be more angry, but after all, he had received the heir education and understood the political significance. This is not a matter of trust or distrust. It's a question of whether it's suitable or not, and the Erik now is not the Erik they knew, "In the wilderness?"
"No," Harry took out his cell phone. The broken specimen jars naturally had names and detailed information on them. He took pictures of the information with names and abilities one by one so that he could find relatives and friends for them, and then put the phone Putting it back, "There is a place that is very suitable."
They then took these carts and moved the remains to a forest not far away for temporary storage.
Just in case, Draco muttered a curse: "Repello Muggletum."
Harry: "Confundo. Cave inimicum."
He added an additional improved spell for protection and alert-if someone approaches here, the magic will alert him. There is still a slight flaw in the use of this spell, that is, this 'reminder' will sound a piercing alarm, but as a Ravenclaw, when there is a need for this spell, Harry carefully passed it under the guidance of Salazar. Changing the flow of magic power when chanting the spell and a little bit of articulation corrected this.
"Let's go," Harry said to Draco after he was done, "We'll go back right away."
"——Wait, what did we do? This direction...it seems that some things have changed."
Draco took out the time turner and looked at it. He didn't quite understand the change - the direction of the thing had now changed, pointing in another direction.
What did they do when they came here? Freeing Emma, blasting machines, rescuing living and breathless mutants, and letting go of a woman who still has some humanity...
At this moment, a huge explosion was heard from inside the building not far away, and part of the exterior collapsed visibly, igniting flames. Harry knew that this must be Erik launching a fierce offensive, so he quickly grabbed Draco's hand and looked at it, confirming the direction, and then they disappeared into the air together.
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Bolivar Trask (Bolivar Trask) tightly grasped a handful of guns and ran wildly into his office. He was dragging his young third secretary to have a wonderful... bed conversation, but luckily he had a good sense of time - he had an important meeting today, so he still had time to salvage something.
At this moment, he was running among buildings and people filled with screaming, roaring, crying and loud noises. He couldn't understand why his inventions that could definitely change the world all failed at this time, and why mutants could still use their devilish powers. Ordinary power to destroy his industry - he could only escape through the secret passage into the office floor before the violent mutants entered the office, trying to escape into the underground secret room he built. There were still one or two machines there, even if Unable to reverse the situation, there is still a great possibility to save his life. He only needs to wait... yes, wait for the assistance sent to him by the country to arrive... Today is the day they sent people to review... His research results will be Be appreciated...
His moods fluctuated one after another. Sometimes he was excited and flushed, and sometimes he was filled with fear and anger. As soon as he entered the door, he rushed to rescue everything in the safe - which was not particularly easy for his height - such as the keys to the secret room. Confidential documents, secret letters exchanged with superior officials, some cash, some effective research results, that is, the formula and design drawings of the medicine...
My capital, my treasure, will lead me to the road to glory. I can become the savior of mankind. I can become the most successful and greatest person in this era! As long as I can survive!
Even at this time, he still thought so with pride - he thought so until he was knocked unconscious.
"Is he unconscious?" Draco took back his wand and looked warily at the short man who looked weirder than the goblin from Gringotts. He was also wary of the gun in his hand. "Throw him directly into your hand." How's Uncle Erik's place?"
Harry glanced at him disapprovingly, and directly touched Bolivar Trask's body again. Then he followed the clear guidance of the time turner and took the design drawings, formulas, documents from his hand... I thought After thinking about it, he lit a fire with his wand and burned them completely. Then he smashed all the computers on his desk. He only took the letters and planned to go back and read them slowly to see who and this person were. The bastards secretly colluded, and at the same time, they also prevented Erik and his forces from seeking revenge.
During this process, he never looked at Bolivar Trask again - Voldemort may be a little far away from him as an enemy, but this person can only be more hated than Voldemort. He left people alone just because he was restraining himself. .
He will die. Maybe this idea went against what his father had taught him, but Harry could only restrain himself so much. This person's plan didn't succeed in the end, and this person will have his own end... You have to calm down.
"There should be a secret room in this place," Draco stepped on the floor. There was a strange sound coming from a place. He pointed his wand at the wooden floor of the office and said, "Deprimo."
"Draco!"
Harry quickly pulled him aside to avoid it, because the power of this spell was so powerful that it could explode most of the floor. If he hadn't moved quickly, they would have fallen - but the dwarf who was knocked unconscious by them The man just fell down and hit the ground with a loud thud. If the distance hadn't been short, he would have broken his neck.
But now that it had exploded... they both looked down, and sure enough they saw a small room with a small space. It was just enough for this deformed man to walk around in it without hitting his head, and a safety device was placed inside. Cabinets, computers and several machines.
"..." Harry waved his wand habitually and used Erik's ability to deconstruct the safe, revealing the backup files inside, "Incendio (flame)."
Tongues of fire licked the page, burning away the product of humanity's malice toward mutants.
"What are we going to do with this person? Just leave him here?" Draco glanced at Bolivar Trask with disgust.
Harry stared at the back of the man's head, and finally resisted the urge to beat him up and open his head to see what was inside. This was not the first day the conflict between humans and mutants had happened... and it would get better in the future. of.
I am the proof. Harry said to himself countless times. So for the sake of the future, you have to restrain your private behaviors and thoughts.
"He will get..." Harry wanted to say that he would get the fate he deserved, and history should be like this, but a rush of footsteps came closer and closer, and he quickly pulled Draco and hid in the corner, pulling up his hood.
"What-" Before Draco could ask, Harry covered his mouth.
"Someone." He whispered into Draco's ear, and Draco shut his mouth and pulled Harry's hand away - he was out of breath.
A tall, muscular man with an unkind face walked into the office with several of his subordinates. Neither Harry nor Draco could see his face clearly. He cursed angrily and walked around the door of the room. Neatly bypassing the large hole blasted in the floor, after a few jumps and cautious climbs, he didn't even look at the corpse-like Bolivar Trask below. Instead, he approached the open safe and looked at the ashes and debris. , and asked his men to rummage through this house and the secret room below to find pitifully few, perhaps useful things.
At first, Harry thought they were trying to rescue something valuable, but soon he confirmed that these people were not mutants, and they were not security personnel. As for the third, these people seemed to be soldiers. They gave orders and His attitude when accepting orders and searching was different from ordinary people, and he was absolutely not afraid of the crisis that the building was being captured by mutants. Under such circumstances, he still stepped up the pace of the search.
--If not a serving soldier, then an agent. he thinks.
The leading man turned around, and Harry couldn't help but hold his breath. He felt directly attacked by a kind of malice. This was not to say that this man was ugly, or that his expression was too ferocious, but he was obviously He was in a huge rage, his eyes were like a falcon that had lost its prey, sharp and piercing. If his unknown prey appeared in front of him, Harry believed that he would tear them apart.
What's even more frightening is that he can feel that this man's heart is almost filled with hatred and a strong desire to hurt others. This man reveals a desire for his enemies to stand in front of him. In this way, he could tear them into pieces and take advantage of the terrible feeling... The hatred could almost flow out of him like poison, making Harry couldn't help but take a step back and block Draco, even if this group of people didn't even Didn't notice the two boys in the corner.
He couldn't help but cast the Disillusionment Curse on himself and Draco.
"…………?!!"
Draco almost shouted out - what the hell kind of situation must this be, at this time and on this occasion, he actually knows this person! Or to put it in a horrifying way...he 'knows' this person's... head? ! !
They held their breath and waited vigilantly for the group of people to leave - after not finding anything useful, the group of people really stepped out and walked out. At the same time, they all felt that the temperature outside was gradually increasing, and the whole group felt that the temperature outside was gradually increasing. The building was shaking violently. Someone must have started a fire, demolished the building, or caused an explosion.
"Let's go!" the leader with eyes like vultures immediately ordered. It was obviously not his first time here, because he immediately found the secret passage that the owner of this office took when sneaking back. Even though the secret passage was so narrow that it could only fit the height of the short man, they still took the man with them. , and left quickly from there.
They had to be quick. Broken stones had already fallen from the ceiling, and the secret passage was paved with extremely hard metal. It was at least safer than the inside and outside of the building, and this office was on the second floor. , enough for them to escape quickly.
Harry no longer hesitated, activated his ability directly, took Draco out of the building, and landed directly on the treetops, letting the dense leaves cover their figures.
Draco was completely unprepared to stand on the branch and almost stumbled down - although he immediately hugged the trunk tightly. For a person like him, climbing a tree is a rare experience, but walking on a log is an annoying psychological shadow.
"What are you doing? Get out of here!" Draco almost screamed.
"Shh-" Harry said, "Look over there."
Surrounded by a group of mutants - they are easy to recognize, or they are different from ordinary people, or have extra parts that are different from ordinary people, or they are shining with strange energy - the whole building is like a can, surrounded by A huge force forcibly squeezed, flattened, and even disintegrated and collapsed. It was difficult to see the original appearance, and raging fires were set off in multiple explosions. Many people in white coats hurriedly escaped from inside, screaming and crying. , but was caught by Erik's mutants, twisted to the ground, and tied up.
Some of the younger men and women among the mutants immediately stepped forward to intimidate them and beat them without hesitation - on the other side, covered with blankets and wearing ill-fitting clothes and being supported by their compatriots, were these researchers. test product. Their faces were all pale and full of hatred. One young girl, who looked like she was not yet an adult, didn't even use her abilities. She just held a simple dagger and rushed forward. While she was crying heartbreakingly, she was frantically poking bloody holes in the bodies of the white coats and shouting something. The white coats were wailing and rolling on the ground, crying and trying to escape, but they were blocked by another ability. The imprisoned mutant was circled in place with a circle of light, unable to move. He could only let himself be stabbed several times, and the blood that flowed out soaked the grass and soil.
From such a distance, Harry could only hear the word 'sister' shouted by the girl. He couldn't help but feel silent when he thought that there were both men and women among the dead, and her family members should be among them.
At this moment, it was as if a big hand was firmly stuck in his throat, almost suffocating him.
Harry glanced at some researchers - those people's expressions were so cold and numb before, but now they vividly made him feel pathetic, if they themselves could cry bitterly, beg and want to be stabbed by others' knives. A way out, why is he indifferent to the person under his scalpel?
He originally thought that he had telepathy and that he understood people's hearts better than others, but at this moment, he couldn't understand it anyway, and he didn't really want to understand the psychology of it.
The Dark Lord killed his parents because they were enemies of his rule, and their sons were the ones he needed to eradicate; but it was obviously impossible for all of them to have a grudge against the 'experimental subjects' and to condone them. The bosses are the culprits, but in their hearts are more numbness to the pain of others, a desire for their own future, contempt for human dignity, or fear of powerful power?
Harry compared them and couldn't think of which one was scarier.
"Don't watch if you don't want to." Seeing how silent he was, Draco instantly remembered the psychological shadow left by the last time he came out of here. He tremblingly took out one of his hands from holding the tree trunk and covered Harry's eyes. .
"You know you were born in a better era," Draco said bluntly, "These will pass. These have nothing to do with you. You are neither their creator nor their end. We are just - spectators, you understand. Well, we only do the tasks given by others, this is not even called active participation."
This statement is extremely mature. Harry thought silently. So, Draco undoubtedly has a better and more correct attitude than me on this matter.
"But I want to see it." He slowly, slowly took Draco's hand and gently pulled it down, "Thank you, Draco...but I have to see it."
This is something he must know, must witness with his own eyes, and is destined to be something he cannot escape.
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At seven o'clock in the evening, a visitor was welcomed at the door of a small cemetery in Scotland after a long absence.
This was a dilapidated manor that was renovated. It was surrounded by hastily piled walls that could be easily climbed over. A dozen tombstones were scattered among them. If someone walks into this place and sees that it is overgrown with weeds, and even the buzzing of mosquitoes can make it look "busy", they will definitely run away and never come here again.
The gravekeeper here is an old man. He often takes a nap in the small hut at the entrance of the cemetery. He has nothing to do all day long. He can only drink a little wine and spend money with some women in the town. Change to some sausages and bread, but today was different. As soon as the people came, he was suddenly awakened.
"Excuse me." Someone said hello at the door of his house, and then brought a few coffins into the cemetery. The tombkeeper quickly chased them out, put on a serious face of an elderly person, and asked: "Where do you come from? This is just a wild cemetery, not the territory of those noble gentlemen who can do things decently."
The visitors were two tall and thin men, wearing black robes and hats. One of them nodded politely and took off his hat. The tombkeeper saw the other person's eyes change from gray-blue to green, and then back again. go back.
"This is the place we are looking for," he said. "A resting place for our fellow citizens."
The tombkeeper nodded stiffly: "Then you go in."
He watched the two men approaching the cemetery with several floating coffins. Not surprised, he sat back in the room, picked up the newspaper and started reading again. Soon after, the two men came out again, and the tombkeeper knocked on the window to signal them to stop.
"There are rules here." His cloudy gray eyes showed the clarity of an older person, "Now that you have fallen asleep, don't bring any more disputes to the dead."
"I understand." The man who spoke at the beginning nodded. The companion next to him took his hand, lowered his hat, and the two left one after the other.
However, after they left, the words they spoke still floated into the old man's ears like the wind - this was the most extraordinary thing about him, but as he got older, even if this function was still his reliance, The transmission was intermittent and vague.
"Damn it, it says the mission has been completed at this stage... Go back in an hour and check the situation."
Not surprised, the old man shook the newspaper, picked his ears, and shook the words that he couldn't quite understand out of his mind, and continued to pass the time peacefully.
But maybe today is an uncertain day.
"Please," someone knocked on his window sill, "give me a suitable place to dump the body."
The tombkeeper raised his eyelids and saw a man wrapped in a black cloak (guessing his gender from his voice), and a strong and pungent smell of blood.
He walked out unhappily, glancing at the other person and the things he had brought with him with no surprise.
"What are you holding?"
Not surprisingly, the man raised the two bloody heads on his left hand and spoke as elegantly as singing.
"The head of an enemy, a valuable collection."
He also mentioned two headless corpses on his right hand that were very different in length.
"The flesh and blood of the enemy, the memorial objects of the dead." He sneered, "...and the waste under the wheel of history."
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"Hey, I won't let you monopolize your great-aunt's snacks, James!"
"Oh come on, how many pieces did you eat...oh hey, you hit me!"
Harry and Draco had just returned to Hogwarts, and were planning to sneak back to the dormitory to find some things, and then destroy the body with the black clothes and black hats needed for the burial ceremony, and take a shower or something... But they were listening. Everyone was stunned when they heard this voice.
The two of them looked at each other, and then one pushed the other into another corridor. Before guessing who would appear, Harry cast a confusion spell on the other party, and then changed the appearance of both people back to that of a boy. With such a look, he dared to stick his head out of the ground like a gopher, and cautiously poked it out to check the situation.
Draco had no choice but to hide behind and look at the person coming.
I saw James Potter, who looked very similar to Harry, holding a package. Sirius Black was laughing and joking next to him, grabbing a small handmade cookie from his hand. James was half angry and half joking. The land will be snatched from his hand, even if he still has a big bag in his hand. When he saw Harry's head sticking out, his eyes lit up and he waved to him warmly: "Little Francis!"
"He's talking about the great aunt," Draco reminded in a low voice thoughtfully, "my uncle's great aunt...oh," he said, clarifying the messy relationship at once, "it's your grandmother."
"My grandmother?"
A picture of a loving and dignified... lady immediately appeared in Harry's mind. Oh, having said that, he remembered that both Sirius and his grandmother had said that Sirius had a very good relationship with the Potter family and was almost the second son of the Potter family.
When he thought about it, he looked at Sirius with envy.
"Do all the women in the Black family like to do this?" he said to Draco, "I remember Aunt Narcissa giving you snacks she made by herself like this every day." Do the women in this family pamper their sons like this?
But James didn't know how his son was envious of his brother. He sped up a few steps and ran in front of Harry: "I haven't seen you for a long time!" He patted Harry on the shoulder energetically, "You are finally willing to come back. School?"
"Good evening, James," Harry felt much more relaxed, but his expression was still restrained, "Thank you for your concern. I have indeed planned to return to school in a few days to do my homework. Now I am coming back to inquire about the school's study progress. "
His expression was not very enthusiastic, but James also noticed the black clothes and hat on his body. He sighed in his heart and couldn't help but pat the junior's shoulder again. He did not express condolences, but enthusiastically offered the package in his hand.
"Come on, I know studying won't bother you... Speaking of which, I'll give you some of the snacks my mother made!" He winked in a mysterious manner, just like the old principal, "If you don't take the opportunity to grab some, I'll I'm afraid Sirius is going to snatch them all away."
Sirius, who came from behind, laughed and strangled James' neck: "Don't speak ill of me in front of my juniors! He already has a bad impression of me!" As he said this, he looked at Harry, obviously I also noticed his black clothes and hat, and said carelessly, "Oh, so you went home to attend the funeral? Who passed away? Is it someone I know? Maybe we are distant relatives."
He had so many relatives that it didn't matter, and he had no sense or experience. However, James quickly slapped the back of the head of this guy who didn't care about the atmosphere. He then looked at the younger brother's stiff body and colorless little face. I couldn't help but feel a sense of pity. He quickly moved some more open packages forward and piled them all into Harry's hands: "Look what my good brother did to me! I declare now that he has no share, and these all belong to you!"
Harry said 'Ah', a little flattered: "Give it all to me? But this is your mother -"
"James, this is great aunt-" Sirius also protested, indicating with his eyes: Are you crazy? ! This is my great-aunt’s snack! Only a little at a time!
Can you show off your observation of beautiful women? James glared at him, signaling with his eyes. He looks obviously in a bad mood now, and you take the initiative to poke fun at his sadness!
Harry watched their exchanges and hesitated for a moment: "But, James, I think I will only take a few dollars, thank you for your kindness..."
"It's okay, it's okay!" After looking at each other, James kicked his good brother and waved his hand generously, "My mother makes it for me every day, and my dormitory won't be able to fit it in! Just think of it as a favor, Frances, I I know you have a sweet tooth!”
After saying that, the big boy, who was almost a young man in stature, was like a gust of wind, forcing Sirius to say what he wanted to say and running towards the Gryffindor tower: "You must be very tired. Go back and rest quickly. May Merlin bless you with sweet dreams. see you tomorrow!"
They disappeared around the corner of the corridor, and Harry looked at their backs, feeling a sense of comfort wrapped in warm water and an uncontrollable happiness in his heart.
"Am I so bad?" Harry murmured, slowly closing his arms and hugging a large package of snacks made by his grandma that his father gave him, "I feel so good all of a sudden. I still want to laugh."
Draco came out of the blind spot, turned around and glanced at his face, giving him a look that looked retarded.
“You’re already laughing,” he said. “What’s wrong with you—you can cry about unhappy things, but you can also laugh about happy things.”
Harry didn't know what the expression was on his face, but he slowly took out a chocolate chip cookie from the package, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it slowly.
"It's delicious," he whispered.
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I was so cold when I wrote this chapter in the middle of the night, and finally got into the quilt in fear otz
I finally realized how shallow my knowledge of sociology is, and my knowledge of history is not enough. People really need to study hard... Then I over-compressed my writing, and then I went to write Jinguang fandom decompression, which was full of complaints...
I don’t know why, I caught a cold again, and my upper respiratory tract is a little uncomfortable. My throat is very sensitive to dust in the air. I feel like Mercury has gone retrograde recently. I originally wanted to go to Disneyland for Halloween, but my friend dropped his phone in order to buy a new one. No more going to QAQ
But having said that, if I have a cold like this and wear a small skirt to go to Disneyland, I feel like I will have a bad cold at that time at the beginning of the year...
Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or gave me the nutrient solution~
Thanks to the little angel who irrigates [nutrient solution]:
There are 104 bottles of green shirts; 50 bottles of night in Yilian; 30 bottles of gas; 20 bottles of Bu Xuejue; Suchen, today, hahaha, Belial1805, Fu Ying, Bellymo, MIHARU, Nagato, 嚱 嚱 嚱 嚱 嚱，危乎高哉10瓶；你好啊7瓶；blingbling 6瓶；茶壶猫、傻koya、啊啊啊龄~ 5瓶；瑾萱Cathy 3瓶；汐月、月伴云雷℃、沁诗、 The cold heart month, 1 bottle of the curved path;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
