When he was slapped on the shoulder from behind, Regulus was not surprised at all. He closed the book, stood up, turned around and shouted: "Sirius——"
"Shh," Sirius gave him a quieter look and jumped down from the window sill, "I climbed in through the window."
"I can see that." Regulus looked at his messy shirt and broom and said calmly, "What's the matter with you? After you avoided your responsibilities like a curse, did you finally remember that you are a Black?"
He nodded expressionlessly: "If that's the case, I'll ask Kreacher to prepare new clothes for you, so that you can admit your mistake to your parents before they go to bed."
Sirius let out a disdainful tut.
"I'm not here to do that kind of thing," he glanced casually at the parchment on Regulus' table, "I'm here to get some information from you."
"If you are so unwilling to return to your home," Regulus looked at his appearance and couldn't help but speak to his brother in a mocking tone, "you can write to me from Potter Manor and inquire."
Sirius waved his hand: "Okay, don't talk nonsense, I know you will show some important letters to mom, don't do this with me - remember your little friend, your good roommate, dear little Frances? ? What on earth did he do to make that..." He frowned, extremely disgusted with the name that was about to be spoken, "...the Duke of Darkness was particularly fond of him? I went to visit him with James in the afternoon, and we met Lestrange. Lanci's bastard came to give him a gift—two of them. Although the bastard is just a delivery owl, he treats your best friend like a dog being shaken by someone's hand."
Regulus, who was looking at his brother coldly, was surprised when he heard this.
No one knows these wizards with noble surnames better than them - if nothing else, the Lestrange family is related to them by marriage. Even if Regulus is only in the third year, he cannot avoid dealing with them. He knows that there are people with this surname. How pretentious, even their cousin is no exception.
"So Francis is really favored by that person." Regulus became a little envious after being shocked. But to be honest, he was happy about this from the bottom of his heart, because Francis was not an annoying friend. It could even be said that he was the most excellent and considerate one among Regulus’s friends. His status in the academy and even in society is very helpful, not to mention his magical attainments... I want to write a letter to congratulate him... Of course, he deserves someone who appreciates him so much..."
The joy he showed at this incident greatly displeased his brother. For no other reason, Regulus was not happy about anything Sirius did. In other words, since he entered Gryffindor, this kind of thing would never happen again. Regulus felt that everything Sirius did was wrong, not to mention that everything he did was wrong. I hope he gets some merit in Gryffindor, because it will be very detrimental to his reputation in pureblood circles.
"Don't get too happy too early. I'm just here to ask what your family's plans are." Sirius deliberately said a lot of disappointing words. He knew how to make people with his brother's ideas unhappy, "You know , our noble mother will not be happy to know this. If she knows that you met the Duke of Darkness in your ancestral home, but in the end let others get "such a glorious" appreciation, she will be harsher and meaner to you. ," he laughed self-deprecatingly, "and he will be even less able to forgive me - maybe he will cross me off the family tree."
"Don't talk nonsense," Regulus immediately interrupted him and said softly, "She wouldn't really do that."
Sirius didn't answer the question and sneered as a reply. He waved his hand and returned to what he wanted to inquire about: "So, if you don't know about this yet, then my trip was really in vain. I thought my family had already made plans for this matter. "
"Francis is a very close friend of mine," Regulus explained, enduring the sadness rising in his heart, "Dad thinks this is a good thing for our family."
"Even if you are robbed of your limelight and dignity in front of the Dark Duke by a German?" Sirius said deliberately, "In their eyes, is this a good thing?"
"If you really want to bring up the matter of stealing the limelight, I should ask you why you do that - why do you always have objections to the arrangements at home?" Regulus couldn't help but get angry, "Sirius, both parents I'm planning for you! It's not a bad thing to get the Dark Duke's appreciation in advance. If you were there at the time, you would definitely get that person's appreciation! If you hadn't quarreled with your father in front of that person and ran away, this matter would have become a Perfect! If you think you are better than me, you should prove that you are better than me instead of criticizing me!"
"Forget it, I don't need others to choose my future life for me, and I don't have time to ridicule my brother." Sirius remained unwavering. He even rubbed his feet on the ground impatiently, obviously impatient with this topic. , "Rather, why do you all support the Dark Duke? The Lestrange family are all bastards, how can the person they worship be a saint? I just don't understand why you want to follow him."
"Slytherins do not worship saints," Regulus said coldly, "We only pursue great strength and interests. You have been missing the point, Sirius."
"——Ah, then I do know the reason why your good friend is appreciated by that person. I also like little Francis more than you," Sirius grabbed the broom on the ground and shouted loudly, facing his brother's ugly look. With a look on his face, he actually felt happy in his heart, "No matter who is used to seeing a group of identical bastards, his type will be new to him - at least your good friends are not keen on getting this kind of 'appreciation', I think this is one of his best strengths!”
After saying that, before Regulus' door was opened by Mrs. Black standing outside, he quickly stepped on the broom, rushed out of the window, and fled quickly.
During this process, he did not look back at Regulus who was standing by the window, unaware that the latter was looking at his back, the light in his eyes slowly dimming.
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When Magda opened the door with a customary anxiety, she didn't expect to have a comfortable time off from get off work - as a single mother, this is something difficult to do, and as the mother of a mutant child, this is even more difficult. It's something Xiao doesn't have to think about.
She loved her son very much, especially after losing her daughter, so she tried her best to protect him from being discovered and hurt, and she even hoped that he would not be taken away for abusing his abilities——
——You know, in this day and age, it is almost difficult for mutants to move forward. Although she knows that keeping the child in the basement may be detrimental to his physical and mental health, Magda still decisively limits the scope of her son's movements. In order to compensate, she tried her best to get all kinds of things, from books to toys to old TVs, so that he would not feel too lonely as much as possible. She also took time out in the evening to teach him to read and do arithmetic. , learn things that most children need to learn.
She tried her best to arrange everything properly. Peter is indeed a smart child, but unfortunately he seems to be more lively and smart than ordinary children from birth. Discipline him, educate him, and prevent him from abusing his abilities. It is a very difficult thing. Magda faces some small troubles every day, such as Peter who sneaks out, or Peter who makes trouble at home, or Peter who makes bigger troubles...
And this child is much smarter than other children of the same age. If you use some means to catch him once, he will try to make the means ineffective next time, or deliberately avoid it, so that he can continue to be free. In the end, Magda has to change After working for several jobs, she found a job that was freer and allowed her to take more care of Peter - locking a child alone at home is also a dangerous thing. You don't know if he will take dangerous drugs. , or get into a fire.
It's just that today...it seems to be particularly quiet.
Magda looked around at home with some confusion, everything was normal. She changed her shoes, put down her bag and keys, and walked toward the basement, feeling a little nervous: Did something happen to Peter? Why is the house so quiet? As usual, Peter should have appeared as soon as she opened the door, but until she walked to the basement door, there was only a little sound of a TV show coming from inside.
This is unusual, Magda thought. It sounds peaceful.
"Peter?" She knocked on the basement door, then quickly turned the doorknob and walked in. "Are you in there? How was your afternoon, dear?...Oh," she paused, cautiously. He glanced around and finally fixed his gaze on his son, "...Are you really watching TV, Peter?"
The little boy lying on the sofa was watching TV intently. Hearing this, he immediately turned his head around, turned to his mother, and pursed his lips: "Of course I am watching TV, Mommy, do you think I am?" What are you doing? I didn't make trouble today!" He said confidently, "After I finished eating the lunch you left, I have been reading and watching TV!" He also patted the textbook next to him.
"Oh...oh," Magda was a little slow for a moment. She couldn't immediately figure out why her son could be so well-behaved, but she still said: "That...that's good, dear, that's good." After that, she He walked over and kissed his son's little face, "You did a good job, Peter. I'm glad you did what I asked you to do."
She stood up and looked at her watch: "Oh, I have to go cook - today there is macaroni that you like. Just stay here and we can eat in a while."
After saying that, she left quickly to pack up the ingredients and daily necessities she brought back along the way.
——So she didn't see that the next second she left the room, little Peter jumped up, ran to close the door, and then frantically rummaged through every inch of the room, his eyes rolling. Non-stop.
"Are you still there? Are you still there? Are you still there!!" He yelled in a very low voice, a little flustered, not caring that his jumping up and down rummaging would make the place a mess, "Hey, elf , man, are you still there?”
A small cough sounded behind him, and then the cushion in Peter's hand flew up into the air and flew back to its original position together with other disturbed things in the room. When Peter turned his head, he saw that the thing had become bigger than The shorter boy was still sitting on the sofa where they were sitting together just now, with his chubby hands on his knees, neat and straight, as if he had never left.
Ahem, although the respectable Ms. Magda opened the door and saw her well-behaved son watching TV obediently, in fact, when she parked the car in the yard, the two boys were still eating and drinking. With delicious and juicy turkey rolls in his mouth, he was playing chess - although Peter had never touched a chess board, Harry was a very patient and experienced veteran. He casually turned a few napkins into a The pieces looked like wizard chess pieces, and he began to teach Peter how to play them.
His magic power far exceeds that of ordinary wizards. Therefore, although these transformed chess pieces will not behave like real wizard chess pieces, violently and personality-like posing or destroying the enemy, some repeated and flexible small movements are very good. Aroused children's interest.
The two little heads gathered together and played chess on the sofa. They played for about two hours and ate a lot of food. It wasn't until Magda's car drove into the yard that they quickly packed up everything——
——What’s ridiculous is that little Peter wanted to stuff Harry into the closet because he was short and could be completely hidden by clothes, but Harry was moved to reject him, saying that he had every way to avoid being discovered.
From this point of view, little Peter and Peter are indeed the same person. Their first reaction to Ms. Magda's arrival was to pick Harry up and stuff him into the closet.
"Wow," little Peter didn't know Harry's complicated inner thoughts. He ran back a few steps and sat down next to him, looking around excitedly, "How did you do it? How did you do it? How on earth did you do it? You disappeared in an instant, I thought you left again! How on earth did you do it, do it again, do it again!"
His eyes were wide open with curiosity, and he stared at Harry unblinkingly. The latter wanted to simply explain and skip the question, but was defeated by this look.
"Well... well," Harry coughed a few times and sat upright, "Actually, this is just a cover-up -"
"What is a blindfold?" Peter asked very quickly. He was curious enough about every new thing. "Are you holding something in front of our eyes? Is that magic?"
"It can be explained this way, but it's not magic." Harry had to look up and talk to his little brother because of his small figure, "Look at it, Peter——"
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly disappeared on the sofa without making a sound. Little Peter exclaimed again: "Oh my god, you're gone again!"
The last time, Harry also disappeared in front of him, but that was a process. Although Peter was not yet ten years old, he could not remember it wrong. He clearly remembered how things developed like this: first there was a snap, and then there was a sudden sound. There will be red smoke with a strange smell, and then this person will disappear; but now, in just the blink of an eye, he disappeared from Peter's sight.
Little Peter blinked and tentatively touched the sofa in front of him. He did not directly touch the felt blanket on the sofa, but he could feel that he touched the corner of the clothes belonging to his new friend. If he touched a little further, Peter felt that She could even touch the shiny glass buttons on his cuffs.
——Actually, it is made of gemstones.
If Harry knew what Peter was thinking, he would definitely take it off and give it to Peter to play with while keeping this fact in his heart.
"How cool!" exclaimed little Peter as he watched his new friend appear before the next blink of an eye.
Harry shrugged: "Actually, if you keep running fast, they won't be able to see you." As long as you are faster than the human eye can detect. But considering that Peter couldn't understand this yet, he chose to say this: "As long as you are fast enough."
"Then you hid the basket with food in the same way?" Little Peter started to look around again, jumped on the sofa and scanned the whole room, trying to find the basket, "If my mother finds anything that doesn't belong to the house, She will suspect that I got it back."
Harry pointed casually: "It's right there."
Little Peter looked in the direction he was pointing, and sure enough, the basket containing more delicious food than it looked was placed right on the table tennis table. If Harry hadn't pointed casually, he wouldn't have realized it was there. there.
"It's amazing," little Peter couldn't suppress the growing smile on his face. He couldn't count how many times he repeated this word today, "How many fun things you can do with such magic!"
He grabbed Harry's short arm, shook it back and forth, and said excitedly: "Then can you make my mother not notice that I'm missing? We can go out and play!"
As soon as Harry heard this request, his short body that had not yet gotten rid of the baby fat shivered, he pursed his lips, closed his eyes tightly, and shook his head vigorously.
"No, that's not allowed, Peter," the black-haired boy said righteously. Even though this expression appeared on his round, childish face, it really made people want to laugh, but little Peter could take it from it. Sensing his attitude, "We can't let Ms. Magda worry."
"As long as you let her forget to check on me for a while," little Peter imitated the brothers on TV and put his arms around the little man's shoulders, winking at him with his right eye. There was a trace on his face that was quite similar to Erik's. This kind of cunning is unique to children, "then she won't worry."
Harry still cruelly didn't look at his brother's face - he still knew what he could and couldn't do.
"No, I can't," he insisted. "Ms. Magda is right, it's not very safe out there."
Little Peter looked at this serious little Doudin who was younger than himself, and pouted in dissatisfaction.
"Hey, that's not fair, you're from outside too," he stretched out his hand mercilessly, holding Harry's round face, as if it were some toy that felt great, rubbing it back and forth, and protested on his lips, "If it's not safe outside, why don't you stay in the house like me? You said you are younger than me! You are still... a child!"
Harry groaned in confusion as he rubbed her like this. He didn't know whether he should remind him that he was the one who made this appearance happen. He was actually almost as tall as Ms. Magda.
"Look at you," little Peter gestured, squeezing the other person's chubby fingers and face, and flicked Harry's forehead with a smile, "You're not even taller than my shoulders, and you're fatter than me, so cute Can it be used as a weapon? Why can you go out but I can't?"
"Ouch - I haven't grown taller yet," although Harry obediently pinched Peter's cheeks and flicked his forehead, he couldn't help but retorted loudly while moaning in pain, "This is not called fat."
His current appearance is what he looked like when he was four years old - when he was a child, he was always stuck to his father's side, and he was very cute. The senior sisters who came to visit the professor were keen to stuff him with snacks and cakes, and even held him in their arms. Coaxing him to eat more made him very... no, no, no, not fat, that word is... called strong.
Until one day, Aunt Raven came back. She who admired aesthetics looked at Harry and was shocked - she insisted that children should also exercise, and asked Charles to arrange some sports for Harry, such as cycling, morning jogging, etc. He also warned those girls that they can love him, but this love must not cause him to become a panting little fat man...
After that, Harry's figure gradually developed in the direction of 'healthy, well-nourished but thin'. Charles kept those 'strong' photos and took them out for fun from time to time. Sirius saw it for the first time. During those photos, he laughed so hard that the next room could hear him. He said that he finally knew what James would look like if he were a fat man.
Harry had reservations about his godfather's conclusion and would not comment on it.
"Help me, I want to go out and play," little Peter shook his arm again. He seemed to have realized that Harry almost responded to his request. He was also very good at taking advantage of this, and even stretched out a few He counted the numbers with his fingers and said, "If you were my elf and my friend, you should rescue me from here. Let's play for three or four days and then come back."
Harry still shook his head.
Peter's life is indeed very boring, but if he is taken away like this, Ms. Magda will go crazy - Wanda has been stolen, and Peter is the only one left. And he knew that even if he used normal channels to negotiate frankly with Ms. Magda, such as taking Peter to Charles, the latter would never allow his son to have the slightest relationship with a 'dangerous mutant'.
Little Peter looked at his expression carefully. After realizing that Harry was not joking or teasing him on purpose, his mouth dropped again, with disappointment written all over his face. Harry had to cover his eyes with his little hands and not look at him in order to stick to his decision - every second he looked at that disappointed face, his heart would hurt a little more. This situation happened with Nina. It happened when he said he wanted to try to raise a dragon. It was simply too difficult to say 'no' to such a cute sister.
——It seems that this brother and sister may be naturally better at this, he means, shaking his less firm determination or something.
However, perhaps because he had anticipated this answer, Peter did not feel depressed for long. He moved his little buttocks and leaned closely against Harry, holding his hand and asking him: "If you can't take me out to play," he Said, "Then can you stay and play with me? I will leave all the delicious food for you, and you will sleep in the same bed with me."
Harry froze.
Peter counted his fingers and continued to count the benefits of staying: "I have always wanted a brother or a friend to play with me. You meet my requirements. I can share the bed with you and eat macaroni made by mom." Give it to you, give you the chewing gum, and give you the small cake made by grandma. If you don’t want to use your magic, I can also take you out to play. Don’t listen to the dangers mom said. I can run fast. The bad guys will never be able to catch us——"
Harry looked at little Peter who was listing so many 'benefits', his nose felt sore, he felt like there was a stone in his chest, and he was a little out of breath.
He suddenly regretted coming to play with his little brother.
——When he was about to leave, how could he say goodbye to his young brother without breaking his heart?
Just thinking about this question made Harry feel as if he was a big boy.
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Harry had a terrible headache, but he didn't know that Draco had a bigger headache than him at the moment.
Wearing a black cloak, he paced back and forth in the small room in Godric's Hollow. At first, he just swayed slowly, and when he couldn't wait for Harry for a long time, he began to torture the floor.
Draco was holding an ordinary letter and a letter sealed with lacquer. His face turned blue and white, and he raised his head and lowered his head. If he hadn't been wearing a pair of slippers, there would have been a mark on the floor. During this pacing process, he looked at his watch frequently, and each time he looked at it, he became more and more anxious. In the end, he threw the letter away, raised his head and scratched his hair into a bird's nest.
You can't blame him for being so careless about his image. Anyone who had a frightening afternoon tea with Harry's father and received two invitations when he came back would be irritable.
"What time is it," he thought angrily, "Where the hell did Harry, damn, Xavier go!?"
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Fixed the bug slightly.
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It’s been a while since I’ve updated so late. I really don’t have any otz.
I would like to say sorry to everyone for delaying the update all day and updating it so late. Thank you for your hard work in loving me. (Hands together, I will send you red envelopes when I wake up.)
This is what my leave note actually means - I originally planned to update on the 13th, because I had to write other manuscripts that were on deadline first, so I updated on the 14th (although I wrote until early in the morning again), and then based on the schedule every two days The frequency is once, and it will be updated normally on the 16th. I’m sorry for causing everyone to misunderstand.
I would like to sincerely apologize to the girls who have been waiting for a long time: I know that it is easy to be late or leave the window blank when updating the preview, but this is also a necessity. If I don’t give a preview, I feel lazy and I really don’t know when the next chapter will be updated. Let me put up a flag first. I will be more diligent because of my shame. Yes, I just want to save face.
Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll be too lazy to update every month.
I stayed up late for two consecutive days writing the manuscript, but I made no progress in drawing or writing. I was exhausted. See you all on the 16th, good night.
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