Draco browsed the tablet he brought with him boredly, chewing a chocolate wand as a snack from time to time. If it weren't for his consistent etiquette, he would have chewed it loudly.
It has to be said that Muggle technology cannot be underestimated. After the special encryption of that mustache named Stark, a tablet computer that is thinner than a book has become a good carrier for carrying a large amount of information. Before coming here, Draco listened to various opinions and finally decided to store all the information he found about 'time travel' in it, and also brought charging equipment - fortunately they did not travel to ancient times, otherwise they would not have found electricity-related magic. In this case, you can only bring a solar power generation device.
His eyes kept scanning back and forth on the tablet.
A thirteenth-century one who was... oh, crazy for being innovative in related magic.
A man from the fourteenth century... He was an unexpected traveler. He said that he had witnessed the occurrence of a certain event, and people did find the gold coins he buried in a certain ruins.
There was also such a person at the same time, but it is said that he felt that he had leaked things that he should not have leaked, and he soon went to the grave... evil.
Draco frowned and read several pages, then moved his fingers to search for files before finding records about the 'possible existence' of the Department of Mysteries. But after just reading a few lines, he heard a few knocks on the door, so he immediately stuffed the tablet into the backpack hanging on the chair, said "here you come", and ran to open the door.
Then he could be said to be shocked at the door - wasn't the man who came to his door in a wheelchair not Harry Damn Xavier's dad? !
No, no, it's not that he will recognize the wrong person. His brown hair, indescribable dress sense, and unforgettable blue eyes can make Draco confident that he will not be mistaken for him, but generally speaking, this man has never recognized him by mistake. He didn't take the initiative to talk to him. He had lived here for a while. Both Hank and Sean were familiar with him because of Harry. They easily accepted 'Francis' cousin' living in this house. But Charles doesn't, he won't chase people away out loud, but in every aspect, he treats this boy as nothing (except for the last time he taught the boy how to cook in the kitchen), or in other words, except when something happens, he doesn't even think about it. Sean and Hank also became air together.
Harry, only Harry, was a man so degenerate that the slightest concern he showed for Harry stood out.
Draco thought that until he went back, this man would never talk to him in a situation like 'Harry was out'.
He swallowed and couldn't help but stand up straight. He looked nervously at the man at the door as if he were standing in front of his godfather, but he didn't dare to look at him - this kind of feeling similar to a guilty conscience had not appeared in him for a long time. .
"...Mr.
He also looked out the window. daytime! During the day, this man came out of his room that smelled of alcohol!
The man glanced at him lightly.
"Come and have a cup of tea with me."
Draco almost thought he heard wrong.
"What?"
An impatient expression began to appear on the man's face.
"I say," he repeated heavily, "come and have a cup of tea with me. Won't you?"
I want to say I don't want to, but I'm afraid that my friend who loves my father like crazy will come back and suffocate me in the pillow. Draco thought expressionlessly, then nodded.
"My pleasure, sir, why not? I'm very good at making tea."
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Sirius didn't relax his gaze on the boy.
He chewed a piece of lemon pie in his mouth, touched his chin, and looked first to the left side of his head, then to the right side.
If he read it correctly, Bagshot was standing there, talking to that Lestrange. His smile was very standard, and his speaking tone was also very standard, but his shoulders were stiff, and his expression was unnatural, shocked and... The confusion never really faded from his face, and his face was, oh, dazzlingly white in the afternoon sun. In other words, his face was also pale.
Lestrange may not be able to see it. He probably only sees this beautiful little guy and tries his best to find out which sparkle caught the eye of 'that lord'. But Sirius and James see Francis Bagshot every day. Man, knows that this expression is not 'comfortable' or 'normal' for him at all.
"...I think this is too valuable." They saw the boy barely glance at the gift in the box, then hurriedly looked away and handed it back to Lestrange, "This is... I can't bear the decency. I mean, of course I feel honored to be appreciated by someone like that gentleman, but I'm just an ordinary student and not worthy of such intentions. My family background is not prominent. Talent is not outstanding. People like me have everything in this world, so it’s nothing. So, please forgive me, I can’t just accept this gift.”
Lestrange looked at him in surprise.
"But you have to know, it's nothing," he explained proudly, with a hint of contempt and toughness, "I hope you can accept them with peace of mind - such a gift is very important to that gentleman. , it’s not worth mentioning, he just wants to express his good intentions to you. Don’t despise yourself, Bagshot, I believe you and I both know his talent, and the people who can be admired by him are never ordinary people."
Considering his own position, he added: "Not to mention, he authorized me to convey this enviable sentiment - which is enough to prove his solemnity and concern."
"But I don't think the recipient is happy at all." James and Sirius whispered in the garden, "This annoying guy, he is basically forcing little Francis to accept it."
Sirius sneered and said, "Why else would he be sent here? Do you think that person lacks an owl?"
"This is really strange," James stared over there and said nervously, "I have never heard my dad say that that person would give gifts to some students... What is his intention?"
"Anyway, I don't think the Lestrange is very happy about this trip," Sirius said. "Being an errand boy is not in line with the task he wants. The Lestranges are very concerned about face."
"It's like a Slytherin doesn't want to lose face." James agreed almost out of habit, and then immediately added, "Oh no, Francis is not like that."
"I already know that he is very simple and lovely in your heart," Sirius took another piece of lemon pie and stuffed it into his mouth, saying vaguely, "You don't have to show your favoritism anymore, Prongs. If I were him, I will accept this gift.”
James glanced at him in surprise: "Really? You won't throw them on the ground and use a blasting spell?"
"I mean, 'if I were him'," Sirius raised his eyebrows and pointed there with his chin, "As a transfer student, his foundation is not stable and his connections are not wide. This gift can help him spread his reputation. Even if he improves his status in the academy, once he hears that the Duke of Darkness favors him, even the most arrogant snake will have to weigh his weight before going to trouble him, not to mention the most arrogant one has already graduated." Here he frowned, "Call a Lestrange to bring a student to give a gift? Isn't that person already at Dumbledore's age?"
He didn't avoid talking to the other side and spoke very quietly. Lestrange's ears were quite good. He glanced here almost contemptuously, then easily suppressed his expression, and said slowly to the boy: "It seems that you have guests and I can't disturb you... But let me tell you, Mr. Bagshot , you are destined to have a glorious future, and you need to carefully choose who you make friends with." After saying that, he even bowed slightly to the boy, with surprising respect, "Don't refuse anymore Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Bagshot, I am leaving now. I wish you a wonderful afternoon tea, and see you soon."
After saying that, he used phantom and disappeared.
Mr. Bagshot, who had a "glorious future," faced the book and the palm-wide gift box. He went from a "standard smile" to a "sad face" in an instant, and felt a splitting headache. He walked slowly back to the round table, sat down, and carefully watched his father and godfather's reactions.
Then he noticed that James was studying his face carefully. The expression was curious and focused, but not malicious. Harry breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to touch his face to see if his fake face had any flaws.
"James?" He called James, "What's on my face?"
James said in a righteous tone: "It's nothing, I'm just looking at some magical magic that makes your expression completely different in just one second." After saying that, he also smiled and looked at Harry winked and said, "Lestrange is quite annoying, isn't he? He should be glad that he graduated, otherwise I would have asked him to tap dance with his bare butt in front of the whole school on the first day of school."
"It's...unpleasant, but I don't think he's the key," Harry sighed and put the 'gift' on the table, "Does anyone want to see it? Or take it away? I didn't leave any. Will.”
"Secret of Spells?" Sirius picked up the leather-wrapped book and easily recognized the Latin title. "My father seems to have a copy of this in his room. It is said that there is also one in the main area of Hogwarts. Ben, only a wizard who is proficient in magic can understand the mysteries of it - but he never let me see a word of it, saying that my magic is not yet advanced to such a level, but it will bring trouble to myself - he How did you know you were proficient in magic?"
Do you want to say that his book selection is practical? Harry thought feebly in his mind, then glanced at him and replied, "I think... maybe at your dinner table."
Sirius' brows began to knot: "—He had dinner at my house?! And you were there too? With that person?"
He looks so much like Draco. Harry subconsciously thought and missed Draco even more. He always felt that he still didn't play the role well enough, so he was in trouble.
"I really wanted to be a person who could see the atmosphere and leave in time," he defended, "but Mr. and Mrs. Black were very enthusiastic and insisted that I stay and have dinner with them. All I can say is that it was just a coincidence, you know, I can't find out that person's schedule in advance."
"Oh, you don't have to explain to him," James said quickly, "We all know you are not that kind of person - Speaking of which, we have seen this book, what is that thing? Come on, come on, satisfy my curiosity Xin, that person can make Lestrange send you all kinds of good things, and make you feel valuable - is that what you said?"
"Yes, this is too valuable. Logically speaking, I shouldn't accept it."
Harry smiled gratefully at him, sighed helplessly, and then opened the box again. This is an elegant rectangular silver box with rounded corners and unique carvings on all sides. When Harry opened it, even James, who was used to seeing good things, couldn't help but be surprised. This expression was unusual for James, so Sirius couldn't help but lean over and take a look.
Lying on the black velvet is a very beautiful and expensive diamond brooch. Not to mention anything else, the diamond as the main body, supported by the gold background, attracts the viewer's attention. It is larger than a full grape. It is crystal clear, perfectly cut, and dazzling. On such a sunny afternoon, the fiery light can make people's eyes hurt. With such a diamond, any design or decoration will be overshadowed.
To be honest, the first second Harry saw it, he was really amazed, but the second second, he started to be speechless, because in his memory, most diamonds of this size were basically in museums. There are many lying on them, and there are also quite a few hanging on the bodies of members of the royal family... But, you see, they are members of the royal family.
Even the wizarding world, which has been hidden for many years and has a long history, rarely sees such a large diamond. Harry has seen a few in the collections of Potter's house and Salazar, but the craftsmanship is not as perfect as the one on this brooch. , those are things from the past few centuries, and the polishing technology is not superb.
If this brooch could be put up for auction, the price would be really good... Harry even wondered if it was ripped off from a certain crown jewel.
"Merlin's... whatever, after all, Merlin," James murmured, "This is really a precious gift - it's at least 20 carats."
"A gift that is too valuable to accept and refuse." Harry said, rubbing his forehead. He really had a headache now, "Excuse me, have you ever heard of 'that''s gift specifications?" A squib wizard's son, even with a noble surname, shouldn't get such a win, right? Or is there something wrong with his values? Is this a generational gap?
Sirius, who had been contemplating the value of this, was now laughing at his troubled look.
"As far as I know, although that person has always been generous, he rarely shows off to this extent." He knew a lot about these things, mostly from the influence of his family. When you have a bunch of relatives surrounding one person and praising his virtues. , it’s impossible for you to really not listen to anything, "He once 'gifted' my cousin Bellatrix a cup. It was said to be a very old magic item, but as far as I know, the original owner of the cup was not him. "
Harry heard a hint of sarcasm in it.
Sirius picked up the brooch, looked at it carefully, and wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"Maybe he wants to build a good relationship with your family," he said pointedly, "You know which family I'm talking about, otherwise even if you are a peerless genius, you wouldn't be able to get him to instruct a Lestrange to come to your door specially to help you. Giving gifts - Speaking of which, why does he value you so much, huh? What did you say at my dinner table that was full of calculations? "
"Sirius!" James shouted dissatisfied.
"What's wrong? He's almost a fourth grader, and he's not a freshman. He needs you to protect him like this." Sirius waved his hand nonchalantly, "I'm just trying to help him find a way, otherwise he won't be so easy in the future. What do you think?" Can Lestrange shut his mouth when he goes back?"
Harry forced a smile and said, "I don't think so. His mouth has been very unpleasant today."
"That's right!" Sirius snapped his fingers, "Your reputation will quickly spread to every family like mine, and many people will want to find out who you are, what you are like, and why you are so favored. …”
——Only favored by the enemy who killed James and Lily?
Harry almost broke his teeth when he thought of this. If he hadn't always been very patient, his fake face would be unsustainable.
Sirius, on the other hand, was satisfied to see that the boy's expression had turned bad again. If he wasn't usually very calm, he might be on the verge of collapse now.
"If you want to help, just tell him quickly." James saw that his good brother looked like he was watching the show and kicked him. "Padfoot, don't bully Francis."
"Okay, okay, Fork - listen to me, if you don't want to get into trouble, just leave the matter to the elders in your family, or like me, don't continue to have contact with anyone," Sirius finally gave him a way, " If your family or you refuse further contact, they will know your wishes."
Harry considered the idea for a moment.
"...You are right." He said, "If this...honor is because of my family, then I will write to ask my family and send it back together with this gift. This gift, this regard, I think it’s not just about me... I think I still have a lot of things to do.”
Harry stood up, indicating that he was ending the conversation, and of course James and Sirius would not stay like this without a look. They said that they had disturbed them for long enough, and Mrs. Potter was still waiting for them to go home for dinner.
Harry looked around apologetically, "I'm sorry because I ruined the atmosphere of the tea party - I should have kept you here to eat."
Sirius blinked at him: "What are you talking about? As long as we don't ruin your great future."
Harry: "…………"
James immediately slapped Sirius on the back of the head, and then said quickly: "How could this be your fault!" He pointed to the table and said exaggeratedly, "We came without saying hello, and how good you gave us Wait, I'm going to tell my mother that someone else's turkey gravy and lemon pie are as delicious as hers." He stretched out his arms, hugged his younger brother, and patted his back, "Don't worry about Sirius. Damn it, I’m glad to see you, Francis—promise you’ll come to my house next time, okay?”
Harry's face was flushed and he couldn't help but smile.
"No problem - uh, I, I mean - I'd love to."
After saying that, he tapped around, and the white roses in full bloom in the garden fell down one by one and flew into his arms. They were tied into a bunch in an orderly manner, and one of them transformed into a bright blue ribbon, giving the bouquet a beautiful bow.
After doing all this, Harry almost carefully placed the bouquet into the arms of James, who was stunned by his actions.
"Use this to say hello to Mr. and Mrs. Potter for me, okay?" Thinking of his grandparents, Harry said every word sincerely, "May Merlin bless them with happiness and health."
"Next time I send flowers to Lily, you must teach me how to wrap them by myself," James said in awe and surprise, holding the bouquet in his arms, "Look how beautiful it is - my parents will definitely like it. of!"
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As a boy who has taken many courses since childhood, although Draco is not used to serving anyone except his parents and Harry, when it comes to making tea, how to prepare a cup of tea appropriately is also a necessary learning. In other words, you don’t necessarily need to do it yourself, but you do need to be able to do it. So he quickly made hot black tea, and Hank, who heard that they were going to drink tea, was surprised and confused and helped prepare some cookies and sandwiches he bought and sent them to the study.
This is the situation now - Draco and Charles are sitting around a table by the fireplace, and the tea sets and snacks on the table are like partitions between them, and both of them are silent. He looked at the tea set. Charles didn't say anything, and Draco didn't know where to start. Although he had many things to ask, it was just like this sometimes. To be honest, could he say it? !
Draco was muttering about many things while staring at the pattern on the cup. In front of this man who could be said to see through people's hearts, he didn't dare to talk or look at each other wantonly. He knew very well what kind of people these naturally good people liked - people like Harry. Kind-hearted, stubborn, considerate, sensible, and always showing kindness. The most important thing is that this kind of person always has a temperament that makes people relax their guard.
Draco didn't think he had that kind of temperament. He felt that in this man's eyes, he was probably just like a casual accessory on Harry's body.
When he finally counted the fifty-seventh pattern line on the porcelain tea cup, Charles seemed to have had enough of the silence and finally spoke.
"What has Francis been doing lately?"
"…………"
Just such a question made Draco reluctant to raise his head and meet the man's eyes, but the man couldn't let him escape.
"Raise your head and look at me." The man's voice was as cold as winter snow, "It must not be difficult for you to answer this question."
Draco had no choice but to raise his head and look at Charles.
If Draco had to judge Charles from his heart at this time, he would also say that the man was decadent - he dressed like a tramp, with an unshaven beard all over his chin, and indulged in drinking all day long, except when necessary. He almost doesn't communicate with others, and even if he communicates with others, he seems to have a blasting spell in his mouth, which can explode anytime and anywhere.
But this does not mean that this man is as powerless as other decadent people. On the contrary, when anyone sees his calm face and those blue eyes that look like the condensed sea water, you seem to be locked in, making it difficult to do anything offensive, because even if he doesn't speak, the way he looks at you It will let you know that if you dare to "speak rudely", he will dare to punch you and beat you until you cry and pee, and he will never be afraid to die with you.
He was decadent, but he still didn't lose his self-esteem.
"That's right, sir, Francis went back to school to study some things," Draco tried his best to conceal the fact without telling lies. "His family has left him under the care of a respected elder. This is the opinion of his guardian. .”
"School," Charles said, "How is he doing?"
"Huh? Oh, thank you for your concern, I'm doing okay," Draco said dryly, "He can easily make others like him."
Charles nodded, and Draco couldn't guess whether it meant 'I agree with this' or 'I understand'.
"So, second question, guardian?" Charles repeated the word softly, as if he didn't understand. "Who is his guardian? Where are his parents?"
Not yet an adult or sitting in front of me. Draco cursed. But he still said very respectfully: "They are in a very far away place, Mr. Xavier."
"Generally speaking, far away places," Charles said softly, "refers to 'death'."
"What? No," Draco was startled by this 'general' statement, "No, this is a misunderstanding, sir. Francis' parents are very healthy, but they are not in this country - he is not an orphan!"
"I know he's not an orphan, but you're lying." Charles' judgment came out of his mouth like a knife. There was no anger or doubt on his face. It was as if the problem was there, and he was Just say it, everything has nothing to do with him, "What kind of parents let their children take risks, and what kind of parents stay away from their children's growth? You are his cousin, and your age difference is definitely not more than one year... And he asked his guardian Arrange his whereabouts?"
"The first time I met him, he was exhausted and rescued three people." Before Draco could think of a reason, Charles continued, "If the rescue operation was a collective one, he wouldn't His parents will not be worried that he will stay here for a long time - he stayed here because he had no better place to go at the time."
"Your place is a better place than anywhere else," Draco said cautiously, "Maybe you don't believe it, but your reputation is far and wide. Your rich virtues are better than any high-quality living environment. At that time, Francis was only here with you , everyone will feel relieved, I think if you had cared about this issue from the beginning, he would not have stayed."
"You evaded my question." Charles fiddled with the tea in the black tea cup with a small spoon, but never took a sip. "My question is, what kind of parents would let their children do such a thing alone - from cruelty to Rescue compatriots in the laboratory and have to live alone in an unfamiliar place?"
He may not know that these words cut a sharp knife into Draco's heart and destroyed his calmness.
Draco swallowed and said with a straight face: "I think I don't understand what you mean - I thought it was a long-standing consensus to keep both parties secret and not explore it." He paused, and then I couldn't help but say, "Of course, if you feel that he is too intrusive here, we can go elsewhere and I will persuade him. He is not a stubborn person. You just need to say 'yes' and we will We can move out today.”
The worst they can do is find a secluded residence in Godric Valley. To be honest, they are not short of gold galleons now!
"You are indeed leaving," Charles said softly, "but not to find another place, but to go back to where you should go."
He finally picked up the tea cup and took a sip of black tea. He didn't look at Draco, but at a certain picture frame on the desk.
"He is a good boy." Charles murmured to himself, the dark room casting a lingering shadow over his face. "His family must be waiting for him to come home."
Draco could almost feel the cold sweat running down his back, sticky and cold.
"I don't understand what you mean." He held the cup in his hand and said tentatively, "Just like last time... in the kitchen. You said," He chewed the sentence in his mouth several times, but it still didn't work. He dared to ask, "You said he was your child."
When these words came to light, he felt himself carefully and found that no harm was done to him.
——So retelling a future fact spoken by others is not considered a breach of contract! he thought in shock. Or is this all because the meaning of this sentence is not so clear?
"Are you saying," Draco said vaguely, "that you have a crush on him, just like your students?"
Charles looked at him deeply. This decadent man was still decadent in appearance, but this look made Draco wonder if there was still some other emotion squeezed out of this decadence. He was not Harry, he couldn't tell.
"You don't need to test him. We all know that my love for him is not the same as my love for a student."
Charles didn't answer the question directly, but he easily said a word that made Draco not believe his ears, love.
The man raised his hand and looked at the palm of his hand, as if the furry touch of the boy's head was still there.
"No matter what, I won't let him become an orphan." He said softly.
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Want to go out for pizza.
Want to go out for a burger.
I want to hang out with my classmates.
I want to...sleep, but I don't want to waste my time, but I just want to grow fat while lying down.
Just check Weibo...feeling sad? Don't brush it. You are in the center, don't care about the situation and feel uncomfortable.
well.
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After this mentality tortured me for a long time, I finally used a double lock to force myself to write and study - mobile phone dark room + computer dark room, and my efficiency improved instantly.
This kind of mentality that doesn’t want to do anything, can’t muster the energy to do things, and just wants to do other things when I sit down, should I see a psychiatrist?
…………Oh, I’m still Carvin.
It was my biggest mistake not to write an outline for Days of Future Past in advance...
Everyone must always urge me to update and leave more messages to collect, so that I can feel the power of love!
ps: Oh, but good things happened, I woke up! ! ! ! ! ah! ! ! ! I feel happy just thinking about this, even though he is half a month old... no, he is plump.
I suspect that the Lord of the Sea has renewed his relationship, but I have no proof. Look to the sky.
I hope the screenwriter is not trying to seduce me, otherwise I will kill the screenwriter.
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