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Lunch at the Evans family often starts at half past twelve, which is a little late, but not too late. It is enough for everyone to spend the morning and prepare lunch leisurely, and then sit leisurely at the table covered with beautiful tablecloths.
On a sunny day like today, they will open all the curtains in the restaurant so that there is enough light, even if the lights are not turned on, it will be bright enough.
In the past, Petunia was not willing to open the curtains: Lily likes to fill the home with sunshine, and her parents also like it. Every time Lily comes home, she will sit at the table and keep telling her weird stories about school. The sunlight shining on her body was like an accessory to her, making her look even more...pretty. And no matter how uncomfortable she feels, Petunia has to admit that Lily is very beautiful. Even if the word 'witch' represents more weirdness and misfortune, she always looks the most lovable.
Her beauty is like a blooming red rose, so...bright that Petunia doesn't want to look directly at it. She even told her parents that it was too bright for her to eat like this and she didn't like it; or she didn't talk to Lily at all or look at her, and avoided looking directly at her face, which led to her not even loving eating in the house. Communicate with parents during meals - Her parents always communicate with Lily, and they are full of interest in the magical world.
In this regard, Petunia told herself over and over again - maybe her parents would have good ideas about wizards because Lily was more beautiful and cute, but she would never be deceived. She also didn't bother to understand wizards or their world, because she felt that just like the wizards she knew, a group of wizards must be a group of weird people. They regarded abnormality as normal and were the same as everything in society. They are all out of touch, and it will only make things weirder if such people get together.
——She still thought this way until a few hours later, and now, while helping to bring the plates, she couldn't help but look towards the location with the best sunshine.
Lily gave the best position to the boy so that the boy could enjoy the best sunshine.
Even though Petunia had long since recovered from the shock at the first sight, she was still shocked by the beauty of her guest when she put down her plate and glanced up casually. The boy was sitting there. His soft, slightly curly blond hair was no less beautiful than the sun. He had a whiter complexion than an average European, and the cheek that turned sideways to her seemed to shine through in the sunlight. The opal has almost no flaws, but the strange thing is that it is not cold, it only makes his lips red and soft; the lines of his facial features are not like those of Petunia, the British or Americans, they are deep and smooth, Forming a special kind of beauty, they are combined in an extremely harmonious way, just like a pair of exquisite and cold gemstone jewelry, so beautiful that it is even daunting.
And as if to set off his appearance, he was just like the upper-class people Petunia had seen, wearing expensive-looking shirts and formal suits, with shiny leather shoes; his cufflinks were two shining gold roses. , with an unusually unique emerald brooch on his chest... They are all good things that Petunia has never seen before, but other than that, there are no other expensive and fancy accessories, which highlights him even more. beauty, rather than those ostentatious decorations.
His beauty shines brighter than any jewelry. Petunia thought.
But the strange thing is that in Petunia's impression, such a person with a noble appearance, assets and status must be extremely difficult to get along with, but this boy her sister befriended just smiled. Wanwan, with the corners of his mouth raised, he spoke as gently as the spring wind. He was not like those boys in private schools. Those boys maintained their own identity and always seemed polite, but in fact their tone contained contempt and alienation... …
This boy is different. When he was talking to Petunia, Petunia felt that even if the other person was a wizard, he didn't mean to look down on her at all, because even though she couldn't help showing her fear of those... abnormal phenomena, he still respected her, even He immediately removed the magic and apologized to her, not looking down on her for it. He was speaking to her sincerely, wanting to make her feel comfortable rather than embarrassed or unhappy.
This hardly looks like a wizard anymore. Petunia thought so. There is nothing unpleasant about this boy. He is just like an ordinary boy from a noble family, and he is a handsome man that even Petunia can't find a problem with and can't take her eyes away! She had never imagined that a wizard would be like this!
Even though her friends at school always like boys because they are tall, strong, and impressive, or they are intoxicated by some boys' elegant clothes and manners, Petunia thinks this is just because they have never seen them. A truly perfect person.
And the second before opening the door, Petunia firmly believed that no one is perfect, not even Lily.
—until she opened the door.
Thinking of this, Petunia couldn't help but shift her gaze downwards and stared at the chain on her hand. Thinking that Lily had not received similar jewelry as a gift, and that it was not necessary as a gift, her good feelings surged like a tide.
Who can be disgusted with a guest who is knowledgeable and brings beautiful little gifts? Not to mention he’s not weird at all!
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Regardless of Petunia's petty thoughts, the atmosphere at the dinner table was actually very lively.
Like any loving mother and hostess, Mrs. Evans kept giving her young guest more food, striving to keep his plate full and the soup warm and delicious. Come up. She even stood up herself and opened the golden and crispy honey roasted chicken for the boy. Wearing disposable gloves, she separated the chicken legs, wings and breasts one by one before serving them to the guests, so as not to look like The boy, who was elegant but not strong enough, didn't know what to do with a whole chicken; Mr. Evans was so focused on talking to the boy that he didn't even move his knife and fork.
After a conversation in the living room, he discovered that although the boy was like a foreign aristocrat, he was not arrogant, and his words were not jerky or arrogant when he spoke. His accent was very standard, and his attitude when he spoke was even It can be said to be humble. There were many wizarding secrets that even Lily didn't know, and asking him could get very detailed answers, which made Mr. Evans couldn't help but ask a lot more questions.
"So before going to Hogwarts," Mr. Evans said, "little wizards who haven't reached the age can't learn magic, right? From our experience, Lily doesn't seem to have any difficulty in falling behind in learning. Before you Where to go to school, Francis?"
"Theoretically, this is correct," Harry said calmly, "Most wizards can only get their first wand when they are eleven years old, but for children whose parents or even the entire family are wizards, It's not difficult to borrow the wands of your parents or learn in advance." He said, putting down his fork temporarily so that he could talk to his grandfather, "Well, before Christmas last year, I had been at home, accepting family members I had to be taught and read books to learn spells, potions and other subjects, because I but then a respectable elder thought I should go to school,"
Although it was inevitable that he would feel guilty when he said it - Harry was not good at lying, especially to those who were friendly to him - but he had anticipated this problem before setting off and was able to say this naturally.
"What course?" Mr. Evans scratched his fork on the plate a few times. He didn't care about eating at all. He was so curious, "Will it be any different from school?"
"That's more targeted," Harry recalled the 'childhood life' he and Draco made up together. "The wizarding family with a long history will make some preparations for the future development of its descendants. When we become adults, we will always enter the corresponding social circles. Except In magic, we also have strict requirements for corresponding personal cultivation. Well, for example, I am required to learn at least three languages and one musical instrument, and my study of magic spells will be much more advanced - " said At this point, he turned to Lily and joked, "When I first came to Hogwarts, I was told that I didn't have an accent."
Lily wrinkled her nose: "Oh, annoying Potter and Black, ignore them, they always like to take pleasure in belittling others."
"James didn't say that. He came to see me a few days ago," Harry quickly defended, but immediately, he felt someone poked his waist. This was the warning he and Draco had agreed to. , "Well, we won't talk about them anymore."
"I heard that purebloods have to learn many languages." Lily put a spoonful of risotto into her mouth and said curiously, "Francis, you are so good at English, and German is your mother tongue, what other languages are there? Is it you who knows how to do it?”
"Well, my French isn't particularly good, but it's pretty good. At least I can understand it," Harry said. "Besides, because of my study of spells, I've been studying Latin - I think it's a senior year. The course should have mentioned that most of the spells we learn are in the Latin department, and studying Latin outside of class is very helpful for improving spells."
"Lily said you usually can't use magic during holidays," Mr. Evans said, "but you seemed to have used magic just now... just to enlarge the box." He also imitated Harry and turned his fingers around the plate a few times. , "Then all of a sudden, the box got bigger. I want to know, won't this cause you trouble?"
"Actually, the only objects monitored by the Ministry of Magic are wands," Harry explained patiently, picking up a piece of spaghetti with the fork in his hand and turning it around a few times. "Before we reach adulthood, our wands will have something called traces. Things stick to it, and if a wand was used to do magic on holiday, the Ministry of Magic would detect it through traces, like this."
He pulled one end of the spaghetti and shook it again: "Just like this, even if there is a distance, if one side is moving, the whole noodle will tremble, and the other side cannot feel it."
"But if you do magic without a wand," Lily said with some surprise, "won't they find out? How come I've never heard of this? Really? But since doing magic during the holidays is even serious enough to be punished Expelled, how could they miss this?”
"If the Ministry of Magic monitors every little wizard's magic," Harry explained the logic patiently, "they would be overwhelmed. Children of wizarding families can still be traced, but the chance of ordinary people giving birth to wizards is not that small. , the efficiency and technology of the Ministry of Magic are not enough to monitor every household. Well, Lily, I assume you were able to perform magic without a wand as a child?"
"She can make the flowers bloom as she pleases."
Everyone at the dining table looked in the direction of the sudden voice, and Petunia, who was being watched, moved uneasily in her chair and glanced at Harry hastily, knowing that she couldn't continue talking.
"She liked to hold flowers in her hands when she was little," Petunia said dryly, with a tight expression. Harry could see that she was very nervous, but she was trying to pretend not to be nervous. "She didn't even have to use the other one. When you touch it with your hand, it opens and closes at random, as if it is not... a naturally growing flower. She often plays like that."
Lily smiled at her sister in surprise - she thought Petunia wouldn't remember this, or didn't want to think about it at all, because her sister had always hated magic.
"Yes, it's like this," Harry smiled at Petunia very keenly after she finished speaking, and affirmed, "Before entering school, none of us had a wand and could not learn to control our own magic. This kind of The situation is actually very random, and there are only a few people who can control it as they please like Lily. If every child is troubled by the Ministry of Magic for this, the manpower they need will be unimaginable, not to mention that the birth of a wizard is not controlled at all. Controlled, we currently only know that children whose parents are wizards have a high chance of also being wizards, but the chance of them giving birth to ordinary people is not completely absent - just like my father."
There was a squeaking sound, the sound of a chair being dragged on the smoother floor. The sound was actually not too loud, but Harry's ears were sharper than ordinary people, and he easily noticed that it was the sound made by Petunia.
He had just noticed that his aunt didn't seem to be a good talker - she brought black tea and refreshments and sat there listening to them talk, but she rarely expressed her own opinions. His grandfather and grandmother also cared about her. , but was accustomed to her attitude. Judging from the magic coffee machine (abbreviation), she doesn't seem to be that fond of magic and wizards.
Ever since Harry entered the house, he had been observing: both his grandfather and grandmother were beyond his expectations, they were enthusiastic and simple but also had good qualities. They are open-minded, love their children deeply, and have relatively good economic conditions. Anyone who sees such a family will know where Lily's enthusiasm, liveliness and confidence come from; but his aunt, this one named Petunia girl, but it reminded Harry of some of his father's students: when his father went to their homes for home visits, he would find that although their parents' families were good, they themselves did not look like one of them at all sometimes. Being cut off from family relationships, it seems as if the connections and activities between family members have nothing to do with them.
If it is an only child, the situation will be better. Those parents miss their only child and will surround the child with greetings; but if the mutant student has ordinary siblings (which is also a very common situation), then the situation may not be so good. optimism.
And by now, Harry had discovered that although Lily was the one in the family who went to boarding school for most of the year, magically, Petunia became the one who was separated from the entire table. Maybe not all the time, but at least the phenomenon exists.
While they were talking, his aunt would either sit with her back straight and her chin raised, like an immovable statue, or, as was the case at the dinner table, with her head down, focusing on her plate, her face There was no expression on her face, and she didn't care about the topic - Harry could only notice that she occasionally looked at him a few more times, and seemed to be a little concerned that a wizard who was not his sister was sitting at this table.
Of course, there was basically no problem with the relationship between this family. At least when giving gifts, Harry could see that his grandfather and grandmother still cared about their eldest daughter, and Petunia and Lily were not strangers... But around the coffee table and As the cheerful conversation at the dinner table progressed, her presence quickly diminished.
"Oh," Mr. Evans said in surprise, "Oh, oh, I'm sorry for my reaction, but is your father an ordinary person?"
"Yes." Harry said frankly. Although none of his real 'fathers' are ordinary people, "this situation does happen. It's okay, even if he is not a wizard, he is still my father, and this will not change anything - it will only lead to a change in the way of life." It’s just different.”
"I believe," Mr. Evans said seriously, "having a son like you is enough for him to be proud of."
Harry felt guilty at the compliment - the story was completely false. But what else could he do? He could only smile gratefully and thank his grandfather. At the same time, he was poked again on the waist, and he almost screamed.
Even if he couldn't see Draco's expression now, he knew what Draco would say - if you really don't want to deepen the connection, don't let them all think you're the best kid in the world!
"It would be great if everyone was as open-minded as you," Lily learned about this from 'Francis' for the first time. Thinking about the various things she had heard about Squibs at Hogwarts, she couldn't help but sigh and admire her. said, "Many people look down upon non-magical people - look what they did to poor Mr. Filch."
Harry shrugged helplessly at her sigh.
It's strange to say that Filch, the caretaker of Hogwarts, is a 'squib', but he is pretty sure that the students don't hate him because he is a squib: Filch hates students who can abuse magic, and students hate carrying cats around. The gatekeeper who picks and punishes their mistakes and never says a good word. The point of this relationship is not "whether they are squibs", but that they hurt each other in an environment that no one can escape, and the wizard wants to make a whole. It is too easy for people who know magic, and it is too easy to deepen this mutual harm.
And this kind of dislike is something that Lily, a good student who always abides by the rules, cannot fully understand.
At this moment, Harry keenly noticed that Petunia's body leaned slightly to this side.
Is she going to talk about something? Harry thought expectantly.
"Lily said you are...a wizard from a wizarding family," Sure enough, she suddenly spoke and said the word 'wizard' with difficulty, "Do you really discriminate against people who don't know magic?"
"Petunia——" Lily tugged on her sister's sleeve in a low voice. She felt that mentioning this again at this time would make Frances very uncomfortable.
"No, I didn't mean that," Petunia explained to Lily first, and then turned to Harry, although she still didn't look directly at him, "I know a guy who is very -" A look of disgust appeared on her face. His expression was, "——very contemptuous of us 'Muggles'."
"Petunia," Mrs. Evans said reproachfully, "honey, this question is so rude."
When Petunia curled her lips and said the word 'Muggle', Harry was sure there was a sense of disgust and a little anger in it. He nodded to the question, calmly thought about his thoughts, and then pressed some of them down. Francis Bagshot has shown himself to be open-minded enough. In fact, as a member of a pure-blood family, 'discrimination against Muggles' is simply an innate concept. They even discriminate against 'Muggles'. God knows for Hermione's sake, Harry beat Draco several times during his first year, and even though he thought his friends were all good people, he knew that such barriers and perceptions couldn't be easily broken.
"I don't deny that many people think like this," Harry said. "I can even say that most people in my college think like this, which is different from Lily's classmates."
Meanwhile, he quickly began to think - Petunia said she 'knew' a wizard, and this wizard couldn't be Lily.
But it is impossible for Petunia to actively 'know' a wizard...
Oh, ow, oh——
Harry felt that he should be more careful about the rest of the conversation.
——The godson of 'that wizard' is always ready to poke him in the waist!
"Then they won't marry ordinary people, right? Even if they can find a way to turn each other into a wizard?" Petunia continued to ask, pursed her lips, "If this is not easy to answer, then... forget it. "She also knew that the question was sudden.
"There is currently no way to turn an ordinary person into a wizard - but, I guess, falling in love with someone is not something we can predict," Harry said gently, "This is not absolute. But, yes, Miss Evans, I It must be admitted that some wizards who despise ordinary people tend to want to marry a wizard - but I still have the same opinion on this. This is not absolute. Maybe one day, they will fall in love with someone they can't imagine. .”
——What you said is so accurate!
Mr. Draco Malfoy, who was invisible at the side, thought angrily and wanted to retaliate and poke the waist of the person he fell in love with a few more times.
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In a house in Spider End Lane, a wine bottle was smashed against the wall, making a crisp sound. But the next second, the drunken man held a wine bottle and furiously smashed another bottle at his son because the boy had just disobeyed him.
The man's wife pushed his arm almost desperately, but the wine bottle still hit the man's son's shoulder. The fragments penetrated the cloth and the boy's shoulder suddenly became dripping with blood.
But the latter didn't cry or scream because of the pain. He just took out a paper bag from his pocket very quickly and hit it on the man's body. A burst of purple powder floated in the air. , the drunken man was like a kite suddenly disconnected. He swayed a few times and then fell to the ground - if his wife hadn't supported him, he would have cracked the back of his head.
The boy who was the son walked over with a gloomy face, covered the wound, and kicked the man hard.
"It's just some sleeping powder." He said to his mother, "It won't kill anyone yet."
He looked at the man's face that was red from alcohol while he was sleeping, and sneered in his mind at the so-called rule that 'you cannot use a wand to perform magic during the holidays'.
Would a wizard destined to be a Potions Master need his wand to bring down people?
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I don’t know why I only get inspiration at night otz
Like I can't figure out what Snape's mother is thinking. Don't ask me why Muggles can do domestic violence to wizards, I don't understand, it's all written by Rowling. I can understand that you can only endure domestic violence once or countless times, but when it comes to children... emmm...
I revised this chapter so often when I was writing it that my wrists seem to hurt a little. I’m going to bed now. Good night everyone (look at what time it is!!!!
The next time should be the 31st... Is there a 31st in March?
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