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A day at Xavier's house usually starts with a very lively morning.
From the perspective of their family structure, this is a very reasonable thing: there are four children living in this family without a hostess. Even in the United States, which encourages childbirth, this number is by no means small. A family of two boys and two girls will generally have a lively life as long as they have a harmonious relationship.
In fact, everyone can guarantee that before the summer is over, Xavier's house will be very lively.
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Peter's morning always started with the same process: he opened his eyes, jumped out of bed, rushed to the next room to see if anyone was back, and then fell back on the bed disappointed.
He stared at the ceiling sleepily - this state would remain until Wanda walked into his room, because after that, he would be dragged out of bed by Wanda to wash up and go downstairs to eat.
"Ha-" When Peter yawned and walked through the corridor, he was not surprised to see Charles walking out of the next room calmly.
"Good morning, Peter." Charles greeted him with a smile, "You can add more maple syrup to your muffins this morning."
"...Good morning, Charles." Peter replied in a low mood.
His condition was so bad that Charles couldn't help but look at the child worriedly several times.
Peter was bent over, half hunched over, with dark circles under his eyes, and his whole body was listless, like a plant that lacked sunlight and water, lacking vitality. If he didn't know this child well, Charles would talk to his son about the dangers of staying up late and playing games like other parents, but he knew very well what problem caused Peter to be mentally depressed - that problem also shrouded him like a shadow. On the head.
Peter is by no means a child with such a low personality. Charles still remembers the excitement he would have with others from upstairs to downstairs every morning...
However, he didn't say anything. He only patted the young man's shoulder in a comforting manner and asked Peter to accompany him downstairs.
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Erik is now 'in charge' of the kitchen.
Just as Charles said, the star of today's breakfast was waffles, and Peter could smell the sweet smell filling the air before even stepping into the restaurant. When he sat down, Wanda was already sitting at the table, looking at a study material and chewing a waffle. She looked at it extremely carefully. If Peter hadn't had excellent dynamic vision, he would have thought that his sister didn't even blink.
"Wanda, eat seriously." Erik knocked on the table, and the pan followed him, automatically distributing the newly made waffles to everyone's plates. The hot air was mixed with the sweet smell, which made people excited. .
"I don't know, maybe tomorrow." Wanda was obviously absent-minded and didn't care what Erik said, so she answered casually subconsciously.
"Wanda," Erik took a deep breath and took away the information in her hand, "breakfast time."
"..." Wanda raised her eyes slightly, glanced at the two parents, raised the muffin in her other hand, and said coldly, "I'm having breakfast."
"This is not a healthy way to eat breakfast," Erik emphasized. "You can eat them and then look at them."
"Okay." Wanda agreed casually. She finished the muffin in her hand in two or three times. She took out a piece of paper and wiped her hands before standing up. She walked over and took out her information, "I'm done."
After saying that, she left the restaurant and the house without looking back. The sound of the door closing was neither loud nor quiet, but it could completely isolate her figure.
Erik watched her leave, not even caring about the pan for a moment. He looked very ugly. He opened his mouth but stopped talking.
Even now, he still doesn't know how to communicate well and smoothly with his daughter. In his opinion, raising daughters is a matter that requires caution. He also paid attention to this when raising Nina. He should not directly scold or glare at them like he would treat boys - of course, he would never treat them like this. Peter and Harry - and he himself had little experience in communication, as he had never fully raised a daughter to adulthood.
As for Wanda, she is obviously the most individual and stubborn child in the family. She is an adult. Sometimes you tell her your opinions, but she won’t listen. Even if you use your parental authority, she usually won’t listen. I won't care.
Magneto can use violence to communicate with anyone who refuses to communicate, but this range obviously does not include his daughter. Apart from his majesty, Erik is obviously not as good as ordinary people in communication. Otherwise, he would not have married Charles at this age, and he would have known nothing about the fact that he had twin daughters a few years ago.
"You know, Wanda is not...having a problem with you," Charles stood up, pulled Erik to the kitchen, and skillfully comforted his husband, because the latter was always too cautious when dealing with the twins. It's easy to think about the worst, "She's a big girl, smarter than the average person, and thinks about many more things than the average person. You know, Erik, since Harry lost contact, Peter and Wanda have been a little anxious. They Not Nina, not the little girl we can rest assured just by saying, 'Harry is at school preparing for exams in the new semester'."
Charles raised his chin and motioned for Erik to look at the remaining son.
Peter was sitting at the table, staring listlessly at the omelette on the plate, biting into the muffin. He was so quiet and peaceful, which actually made Charles and Erik quite sad - Peter has always been a self-pleasant person. He can easily find things that make him excited and happy, and he also likes to keep talking to people. He was often restless even during breakfast time, chattering about all kinds of things.
However, the fact that he is so quiet now shows that something is wrong with him.
"It's been half a year." Erik murmured, "They are still..."
"Even a day feels long when it's a sad day." Charles knew this quite well, so he sighed without any surprise, "The twins have never been happy because they both understand what things are really like."
Taking into account the child's ability to accept, after Harry disappeared, they sent Nina to Charles' school. With many friends in the company, Nina did not have too much time to think about why her little brother had not given up for several months. Going home - only some of Harry's closest friends and a few senior students knew something about Harry. This situation caused Draco's suitcase to be almost full before traveling - but unlike others, the twins were real Every minute, every second of their lives was spent worrying about this matter, and Charles and Erik couldn't hide anything from them, nor could they hide this from them.
Although from a blood perspective, Nina is their closest little sister, and Harry is just the child of their father's remarriage, for Peter and Wanda, this younger brother still has a very special place in the hearts of the twins.
To put it bluntly, this special emotion even surpasses their biological father, who is biologically related, has not been together for a long time, and is not very good at communicating.
"...I can understand." After being silent for a while, Erik nodded reluctantly, his face still looking bad, "Harry hasn't come home yet, so everything can't be normal."
For a father, isn’t this heartbreaking? You have lost a child and cannot be sure of his safety. You are always worried about it. In this case, other children also have big problems. While you are worried about one child, you must also pay attention to controlling the other children. .
Maybe this is the disadvantage of having more children - although it is untimely, this is what people call the so-called burden after sweetness. Erik said to himself mentally.
He loves his children, but as an incompetent father, he is somewhat powerless and helpless about this situation. Unless Harry ends his time travel immediately and returns home to say 'I'm fine', everyone will be unhappy.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at Charles, who still had the same faint smile on his face. You couldn't see any anxiety or worry on his face. But Erik knew that Charles loved this child more than anyone else, and it was impossible for him to feel so peaceful.
"Everything... will be fine." Erik said, "How are you today?"
"I'm fine, Erik," Charles kissed Erik's cheek and comforted him in turn, "I always believed that Harry would come back to me well."
"I know we both believe the outcome will be good," Erik whispered, "but I also know you'll be worried about him."
Charles smiled and said nothing.
Erik remembered that when he and Raven first took Harry on a small mission before Harry went to that damn magic school, Charles didn't even look like the same Charles. He was so worried that it was not enough to send the child to the gate. He almost wanted to pack himself up and go with his son. And when he learned that his son was missing, Erik could bet that he had never seen Charles look so bad.
"I'm fine," Charles replied smoothly, but at the same time he was a little confused. "If I can't stabilize myself, how can we reassure the children?"
When he said this, he was looking at Peter who was eating in the restaurant, but soon, Erik found that his eyes were focused on the fireplace nearby - there were many photo frames on it, and the boy with black hair and green eyes was He was smiling very happily in the photos. After all, Charles couldn't help but want to look at these photos more.
Even including the time spent studying at Hogwarts, Charles had never been separated from Harry for so long.
"If they really stayed there and couldn't come back, logically, we would welcome two adults back now," Erik said.
"I know." Charles looked back, "You've said it many times, Erik, I always believe they can come back."
He spoke very firmly, not sure whether he was trying to convince Erik or himself.
"It would be better if he didn't go to that damn magic school," Erik said angrily countless times, looking at Charles's state and Peter's state, "Maybe when he comes back, we should expell him from school. The procedure...the two portraits at home can teach him how to control magic and learn magic. He does not need to continue to contact wizards. That Malfoy cannot let him in again, he is full of trouble."
In his opinion, Harry's time travel this time was a completely unfounded disaster, a risk that should not have been taken, and everything was done by wizards. This risk came without any warning. Neither he nor Charles expected that time travel, which is extremely difficult to achieve in science, could 'rob' their child away through a magical contract without even saying a word.
That’s right, grab it! Magic is like an unreasonable human trafficker who snatches away their children without them paying attention, leaving their families anxious while waiting.
"I suggest you don't say such angry words. It's impossible - if you really do it, you might have to see Draco climbing through our window." Charles tried to liven up the atmosphere. "You don't want to I see this every day, and I don’t want to be an unenlightened parent. Have you noticed...well, right, you should have noticed it before me."
"Have you noticed that the boy with the shaved forehead has unspeakable feelings for Harry?" Peter suddenly appeared behind the two people and complained quickly, "There is no need to ask this question. God, the person who should notice it now It’s time to take notice!”
"Peter," Erik had to keep a straight face, because some habits cannot be indulged, "are you eavesdropping on us again?"
Peter shrugged: "I didn't mean to. I have a keen hearing."
He took a bite of the apple and his eyes were flying, "That little bastard likes Harry very much. His old man had better accept the reality as soon as possible, otherwise we agreed to give him a good look - I'm going to school."
After saying that, he disappeared from the house with a brush. Now that there were no children left in the house, it suddenly became more deserted.
"Who is he talking about 'we'?" Erik said.
"Every upperclassman you can think of," Charles said, "They heard that Draco's father had a problem with Harry...and next thing you know."
At the mention of Draco's father, Erik's expression became serious and cold, as frightening as frost on a tree branch. Even when Draco was mentioned, his expression didn't look so bad.
"I don't need to know," Erik said in an 'I'm trying to be objective' tone, "If something happened, he deserved it."
Putting this topic aside, he asked Charles instead: "What is your schedule today?"
"I'm going to visit the Supreme Mage again and Mr. Stark. He has a new guess." Charles answered quickly, "So, while I'm away, please help me keep an eye on the children in the school. "
He kissed Erik's cheek to show him not to worry, that he was still a strong father.
He was not going to let anything knock him back from exploring the matter until he had waited until his children came home.
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When Jean wrote the last word on her paper, a silver figure fell next to her: "Hey, Jean."
Scott, who was sitting next to him, stood up immediately: "Hey! Peter! Who are you trying to scare to death?"
The red-haired girl greeted Peter calmly: "Good morning. You came very early today, Peter."
"I remember the agreement I made with the beautiful girl." Although anyone could tell that he didn't look good, Peter still tried his best to compliment the girl with a playful smile, "I can't make you wait for me. Do you want to drink coffee? I'll bring you Very good coffee." He held up the coffee shop bag in his hand.
He was so attentive that Scott secretly exchanged glances with Bobby in the back row.
"Don't say such useless words, we all know what you are here for." Jean put the paper away and put it aside. She glanced at Peter and said with a little pity, "You don't need to spend this energy to please me. , we are friends, I watched Harry grow up, and you make me feel like you don't treat me as a friend."
"You know that's not what I meant," Peter flattened his mouth and said, "You can call it...what's that word? You can call it considerate!"
With a sound of brushing, all the paper, pen and books spread out in front of Jean were neatly arranged. He could just pick them up and put them in his bag before leaving.
"Don't do this," Jean said seriously to Peter without even looking, "I still won't increase the number of times I search your memory - if I don't control it well, your brain will probably be injured."
Scott's eyes widened behind his red quartz glasses - searching his memory? !
The surrounding senior students stopped copying or writing homework and looked at Peter and Jean in shock. They all know that in front of Jean, the average person's head is like an open book, but who would take the initiative to let Jean read it, or even open it from beginning to end?
"Don't be like this, Jean, Jean, good girl?" Peter flattened his mouth in disappointment at first, and then decided to keep trying. He wandered around her, giving her coffee for a while, and taking out a box of cakes from nowhere, and said flatteringly: "Please, for Harry's sake, let's try again, I'll tell you Make sure it’s okay!”
"You promise it's useless," the red-haired girl originally wanted to ignore him, but couldn't help complaining after hearing this. "If I had told Charles about this at that time, he would never have agreed to our first experiment. He He is an expert in this field.”
"Hey, it's a foul to sue parents! It turns out that it is very useful." Peter took out another bubble gum from nowhere and threw it into his mouth and chewed it quickly. "Didn't we find useful information the first time! I also took the opportunity to I hinted at that little dragon before setting off!"
"I don't think he understood." Jean warned him sternly, "But that's not the point. The point is - I don't want to try it again. In-depth exploration of memory is a very dangerous thing, if you If you really want to dig deeper, it's best to figure out why you can't remember those things on your own - we don't study magic, and this is a time travel accident caused by magic."
Peter rolled his eyes and said quickly: "I know someone who studies magic!"
"Why are you so impatient?" Jean said not quite understanding. "The professor said that everything is still developing steadily... He said that Harry is fine so far. And Sirius also warned us that people who don't understand magic are too Delving into the secrets may not help Harry's situation."
When Peter heard what she said next, he collapsed on the table beside him like a deflated balloon, facing the ceiling in a large shape.
"I want Harry to come back soon," he murmured to himself, "I know he may be fine now, and may even have a good life with his stinky little dragon... But without him at home, he is missing a lot of things. , I can’t do anything well, I’m in no condition to do anything, I feel every day that I can’t just wait for the result to happen, this... this is dereliction of duty! I mean, I am a brother. I should be the one..." Peter was looking for words in the confusion of his thoughts, "I should be the tallest one...? Is that what he said?"
Jean didn't speak, but looked at him with pity, his expression softened slightly and was no longer so serious. She searched in the desk drawer, dug out some jelly given to her by junior students, and stuffed it into Peter's hand as a comfort.
"We miss him too." Jean sat next to him and said with lowered eyes, "However, I think no one wants to wait for him to come back and he has to face what happened to his brother while he was away. The thing - you know how much he likes you, don't do things that will make him mad, don't even think about tampering with your memory."
Peter had to admit that she was right. As he gets older, his docile and cute little Harbao gradually shows an unobvious desire to control the health of his relatives and friends - he does not allow them to make themselves tattered or do any damage when unnecessary. Healthy things. What made Peter feel terrible was that one time when he was free, he passed by Harry's desk and found that there were even books on nutritional meals in the bookcase.
If Peter accidentally gets himself into trouble, Harry will never be happy. He will let Peter know what it means to be 'an honest person is more terrible than an ordinary person when he gets angry', or what it means to 'don't try to annoy your doctor' ( future tense)'.
"We all want things to progress, but we have to find the right way." Jean said, "We can't be reckless."
"I know, I know," Peter raised his neck and murmured as if in a dream, "I know."
He closed his eyes and recalled the feeling of being explored by Jean in his memory: deep in the fog of deep memory, some things that he had forgotten and that he could not remember gradually became clear. Some... words, he could remember them, but like the glass across the sauna, he couldn't remember them in their entirety.
That might be something to do with Harry.
"I'm really curious." Jean was also very surprised at the time that he could actually find a little clue in Peter's memory. "Generally speaking, we don't think like this."
"You know, I'm very talented and have a broad mind." Peter answered her, "I can always think of things that others can't think of."
But that's not the case, it's just that Peter remembered the first meeting with Harry when he missed him - when he saw Harry falling from the sky, he was as happy as if he had gotten an unexpected little cake, and he He immediately believed everything the boy said and easily developed a great liking for this little boy, the little wizard, and it didn't take long for him to become his favorite Harbao.
Uh-oh. When he thought of this, Peter felt a flash of inspiration, and the thought passed by very quickly.
Maybe that day wasn't the first time I met Harry... You see, the theme of this accident is time travel, right?
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"How many times, I have to say, get out of my house!"
When Wanda reached Number 12 Grimmauld Place through the fireplace, she heard a roar from the owner of the house. The sound was so loud that it almost penetrated the wall. If the house hadn't been magical, ordinary people living next door would have thought that there was an unseen devil living in the wall.
Upon hearing this roar, her expressionless face did not change much, and the roar could not stop her from walking to the study and pushing open the door. During this time, she often came here to read magic books, trying to understand the wizard's magic, make some reasonable speculations, and try to combine it with her own power and the knowledge learned from the Supreme Mage.
Although there has been no real progress so far, it is better to gradually learn about magic than to wait. In the process, her attentiveness, intelligence and concern for Harry deeply won Sirius's favor, which made him specially open the house to her, and she could enter and exit any place here.
"Sirius." After she pushed the door open, she stood at the door without going in. She reached out and knocked on the door frame, "Do you have guests?"
There was no doubt in this question, because the roar, the books scattered all over the study room, and the angry Sirius all showed that the visitor was not welcome.
Wanda's eyes glanced at the visitor, and then her expression turned cold.
"I thought he couldn't get in here," Wanda said to Sirius. "You said your fireplace was blocking him out."
"He borrowed the fireplace from the Ministry of Magic." Sirius' face turned red, his eyes flashing dangerously like a wild beast. He looked at the visitor on the ground and sneered, "My dear brother-in-law will find a way, but it doesn't matter, I will do it now." Throw him back and I'll get a lawyer to sue him for trespassing."
The visitor also sneered: "I have never heard that getting one's son back is also illegal intrusion. It was you who took my son away first!"
"Anything from Merlin, no matter how many times you have to tell me, it's not that I care about your Malfoy blood, it's because your son grew two legs and came to me," Sirius laughed angrily, walked towards him with glaring eyes and shouted, "Why can't you keep your rotten mind thinking at a normal speed, reflect on yourself, and stop asking me who tricked him, or how this is unreasonable - if everything that happens in the world must be reasonable and reasonable Gui, I am willing to pay any price to have the Department of Mysteries return my godson as soon as possible!"
He kicked over a chair next to him and shouted: "You asked me for my nephew, who should I ask for my godson?"
Lucius picked up the snake wand with the wand hidden in it, and just as he was about to speak, a flash of red light fell from the sky, completely immobilizing him, then condensed into a giant hand, and threw him unhurriedly through the open window. ——The horrified look on his face before he fell was something Sirius would never forget.
"I think with the wizard's technology, no one will die on the second floor." Wanda withdrew her magic and sat down on a small leather sofa. "So looking at this situation, he knows nothing about the current situation? No one told him , is this a contract made by Draco himself?"
"Let him know that his son and my godson are connected by fate? No!" Sirius waved his wand, closed the window, and opened all the defense systems of the house before saying coldly, "He is a shameless old dog, who Knowing that he would use this to his best interests."
"A connection like destiny? Does this mean you have found a clue?" Wanda grabbed the information she brought in her hand and stared at Sirius without blinking, "Do you have a clue?"
"I have a clue. I finally read all the books and scrolls my father left behind and found something that can be used." Sirius took a few breaths and paced in the study, "But there is some key information missing. Not sure. We It would be best to get some more information from the Department of Mysteries to confirm that Draco, that little bastard, is too strict with his words. He definitely has something he didn't say. We were so focused on locating Harry's location in the early stage that we forgot to ask him for more information."
He waved his wand, causing several rolls of parchment to float up from the desk and land on Wanda's lap, who quickly opened them and scanned them.
"These cases are very similar," Sirius couldn't wait for Wanda to finish reading, so he couldn't wait to tell them. His eyes were shining with hope. It was obvious that finding these clues made him more excited than Wanda herself who was reading the parchment, "Thirteen A couple in the 16th century and a pair of friends in the 16th century all had such a strange experience - only one of the couple died, and the other also died of illness. The two friends were separated by an Atlantic Ocean, but they could still dream. Seeing the scene where the other party was seriously injured and physically and mentally frustrated, and had an extremely real premonition about the matter. The wizard's premonition is always accompanied by magic power, and its credibility is very high - the wizard at the time did not study it carefully, but just made a record , and there may be more examples that have not been recorded. But there is no doubt that it is similar to the current situation."
"But it doesn't say what kind of magic it is," Wanda's expression did not lighten because of this, "and it doesn't say how to solve it."
"...Such situations are often accompanied by contracts and promises." Sirius said reluctantly, "In the absence of the person involved, we cannot solve it with the existing knowledge of contract magic."
Wanda was silent for a few seconds and nodded.
"I'll take these back and ask Harry about the two portraits in his room."
She was referring to the two founders of Hogwarts - judging from their survival times, they may have mastered more ancient magical knowledge.
Sirius nodded casually and sat down behind the desk.
"I really don't understand what's going on." He said irritably. "If there is nothing unexpected about this time travel, and Draco said that Harry was at Hogwarts decades ago, there is no way I can't not remember a person who suddenly appeared. .”
"Maybe he acts secretly and is disguised well." Wanda looked at the pieces of parchment and gave the reason casually, "He can look like anyone."
"I dare say that no one is as familiar with Hogwarts Castle than Forky, Moony, and I." Sirius scratched his hair. "We made the Marauder's Map in fifth grade. It will only show the real name recognized by magic... any stranger." I should have an impression, even if I haven't seen his face! If Harry was really there, how could I not remember that such a person existed?"
This feeling of being unable to reasonably speculate made him particularly irritable.
"...Maybe it's magic that prevents you from remembering."
A soft, mist-like sigh that could easily be ignored sounded in the study.
Wanda stood up immediately, her hands glowing red. She looked around vigilantly and found no third person.
"who?"
There wasn't even a portrait in this study, and the voice just now didn't belong to anyone.
She looked towards Sirius, only to find him sitting on a leather chair, his eyes widened, his breathing rapid, and an indescribable strange expression on his face.
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During lunch time, the halls of Hogwarts were packed with people. Students rushed to sit down, take the food they wanted to eat from the plates, chew and chat animatedly with their friends - this is the privilege of students, even if they are No matter how much attention is paid to etiquette, purebloods will inevitably talk more at times like this, because this is often the time when the entire academy is packed with people.
Hermione sat there, but had no desire to speak, whether it was for food or conversation.
However, in reality, the Gryffindor girls were not keen on talking to her. There are many reasons for this: one is that she always arrogantly says things that they are not interested in or even understand, and the other is that she 'fawns over' to the two most handsome boys in the grade with her excellent academic talent. one.
This made Hermione very lonely among girls.
But she may have cared about this issue very much before, but now she doesn't care about it at all - no matter what others say, she just has a group of reliable good friends.
And in the absence of her two best friends, she now has more important, more serious, and more important things to care about.
"Look at Hermione," Ron held an omelette in his mouth and nudged Neville with his elbow, "My Merlin, she looks like she wants to eat the book."
"Shh," Neville shivered and quickly motioned for him to keep his voice down, "Hermione has been in a bad mood recently, Ron, please keep your voice down."
"Oh, I see, both Malfoy and Harry are not here, so she can only make up for her loneliness through books." A passing girl said this casually to a friend next to her, and looked at the book-focused girl with a little fear. Hermione glanced at her and patted her chest, thankful that the other party didn't hear her - everyone knew that the know-it-all might not be socially savvy, but she was not an ordinary nerd.
The nerds in ordinary middle schools are by no means strong, so they are easily swarmed, stuffed into lockers, or used as balls to kick, but the spell of this 'Wizard Card Nerd' is very powerful, and the speed and efficiency of its casting are comparable to those of many senior students. student. If anyone dares to stuff her into an empty classroom and have some bad thoughts, they will be petrified on the spot, and then face the professor's deduction of points and tight confinement.
The third-year girls had talked privately, and many of them felt that in addition, Hermione Granger might also know some very effective magic rituals or curses to help her achieve various goals. This was a girl who was friends with a Malfoy, and the Malfoy family was always good at curses.
"Seriously, where did Harry and Malfoy go?" Seeing that Hermione wasn't paying attention, the girl continued to use her imagination and asked Ron, "I heard that they were suspended from school? Will they still be there?" Come back to study?"
Her friend next to her, a junior girl, also lowered her voice and asked with a little excitement and fear: "Were they really taken away by a dark wizard? Will they not be able to come back? It's like what the book says Like that, learn some illegal curses, take risks, and experience the excitement of dying in the next second——"
boom!
The sound of the tome hitting the plate was so distinct that half the table could hear it.
As soon as the girl who spoke raised her head, she saw a scorching gaze pressing towards her - Hermione, who had been immersed in studying just now, had raised her head, a pair of brown eyes glaring sternly at this side, as if she was about to Erupting volcano.
"Harry and Draco are both fine, and they will come back well." Her eyes were blazing, and her aura was daunting, but her tone was very rational. She spoke clearly and clearly, "Besides, I don't think it's the kind of thing that advises people to take their lives. What's so good about joking books? If possible, I hope you read more books and do more things. You know, how valuable a peaceful life is, you may not understand until you encounter trouble."
After speaking, she swallowed and looked around. Perhaps noticing that everyone was looking at her in shock, she moved her mouth, picked up the book, turned around and walked out of the hall like a gust of wind.
Ron and Neville looked at each other, immediately put down their unfinished lunches, stood up, and chased after them.
"Hermione, Hermione!" Neville shouted, "Wait for us!"
"Yeah, why are you running so fast!" Ron complained.
They quickly ran out of the hall door.
Hermione looked at them both with a blank expression and said nothing.
"You look so much like Malfoy." Ron couldn't help but say, "He just likes to put on such a bad expression. You top students, aren't you? Ouch! Neville, why are you taking pictures of me!"
Neville: "...you, there's a mosquito on your shoulder."
After saying that, he turned to Hermione and asked sincerely: "Are you okay, Hermione? You know, they actually don't mean it maliciously. They don't know the situation of Harry and Malfoy..."
"Yes, it's just useless speculation, just don't listen to it." Ron said.
The brown-haired girl looked at them for a while, but finally couldn't help it, took a deep breath, and her eyes were a little red.
"I know they just don't know anything and are just making random guesses," she said. "I know I shouldn't be so sensitive and angry with people who don't know anything... but I just can't stand them saying that. "She said very forcefully, "We all saw that Draco was almost going crazy with anxiety. Harry must also be feeling very uncomfortable, not to mention Harry's family. They are all good people who love Harry very much, and they are not dark wizards-"
"We know, we know," Ron quickly patted her shoulder and consoled her, "We know this is definitely not what Harry and the others want. Harry only likes cooking and reading. He doesn't like adventure at all. He doesn't even like to take risks. He likes to play Quidditch. And Malfoy only likes to stick to Harry. He is a coward most of the time, and he shuts up when Harry says to beat him."
"They'll be lucky," Neville said. "They're smarter and better than all of us combined."
"Yes, Hermione, you told us that they were just traveling through time, not fighting with anyone. Maybe they will come back when the time comes." Ron jumped in circles a few times, "Then you will find that nothing happened to them. Malfoy will still laugh at you for being timid."
Ron deliberately made a 'cold' expression and imitated Draco's tone softly: "He would say, 'Damn Granger, who do you think I am? I'm a Malfoy! There's nothing I can't do. !'"
Neville took a few steps away silently. The expression of Ron looked too distorted.
However, I have to say that Hermione's sentimental emotions were so funny that he was a funny imitation.
"... Well." She couldn't help but sprayed out. "Don't do it in front of him, Ron. I am afraid that he wants you to make a curse again, because you maliciously damage his perfect image."
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Finding a job everywhere, I have already from doubting life to self -violence. I was anxious that I didn't want to do anything. After the test session was killed, I even considered a full -time writer.
But thinking about it, as far as my glass heart, when the full -time writer is too easy to be affected by the state, in case I flutter the street, I suspect that I can only go to a psychologist.
Feeling that he is a waste of food.
Si -sen thought that I didn't go to an internship in the postgraduate entrance examination. Now I am struggling to find a job without work experience. I am so annoying. Don't learn me. I will look at the internships during college. I do n’t say it as I do n’t say it.
sigh.
You can change the next chapter tomorrow, but I haven't updated it for so long. I suggest that dear girls and guys go to see the previous chapters first ... I have to forget it myself, holding it for a long time ...
I really want to jump home immediately. The time travel is really heavy, as heavy as my own mood, because basically no one is happy. I was heavy when I looked at the outline.
Alas, I need a lot of comments to comfort me (hint, please leave a message and make me happy!
PS: I almost wanted to open a new pit if I was unhappy ... Fortunately, I held back, I held back!
Thanks for 2020-07-28 23: 47: 20 ~ 2020-08-31 21:28:26 Little angels who vote for me overlord tickets or irrigation nutrient solution ~
Thanks to the little angel who cast land mine: the salty fish king emits cat barking, 22291936, and one gas is made;
感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：穴做气85瓶；BlackishGreen 79瓶；无壳蜗牛、素尘60瓶；狗九50瓶；雨弦、铃音40瓶；醉生梦死28瓶；阿洛20瓶；Kranriep , LXY 16 bottles; 15 bottles of Jiuyou; small grace as beautiful as flowers, giraffes do not need to sell cute, 6V, and 10 bottles; they are swimming and 9 bottles; Stella, salmon and jade roasted, 5 bottles of money in pockets; 4 bottles of pour; 3 bottles of Xiaranchen;? ? ? ? There are 2 bottles of banana leaves; three thousand prosperous waves, ink fish, Bayleymo, Moon Night, Shura, and orange INF 1 bottle;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
