Whenever an awkward statement is made, a suspicious silence immediately spreads.
Harry and Erik created this silence now. If Harry was a sociable person, he would know how to answer this conversation with jokes and teasing, but unfortunately, he is a Raven, and his good popularity all comes from his good temper, not from his conscious thoughts. Socialize with people.
Three seconds later, Erik finally realized what a ridiculous mistake he had made. He couldn't help but stare at the boy opposite who had just squirted out the water. He clenched his teeth and turned away without hesitation - as if as long as he walked fast enough, embarrassment would not catch up with him.
Half a second later, he stopped, remembered something, and turned to look at Harry with a serious expression - when he did this, the latter could feel the useless glasses, pens, and chargers in his pocket. The small trinkets used as media are trembling slightly. This meant that Erik was checking him for any suspicious metal instruments.
After another half second, Erik snorted coldly.
"Don't do unnecessary things anymore," Erik warned. "A lot of information is not available to you now. Charles will not allow you..."
Considering that this was Charles's son, Erik tentatively swallowed the word "transcendence" or a harsher word, carefully choosing a euphemism to prevent Charles from treating him with a colder and tougher attitude when he found out.
"...Too much trouble." Erik said dryly.
"Ah, oh, I'm sorry, I just want to help." Harry said half-seriously, "I can't just look at it scattered here, messy... I'm sorry, I always have a little obsessive-compulsive disorder, my cousin I’ve said it many times, but I just can’t change it.”
Harry could tell from Erik's attitude that the latter was too vigilant, but he felt that while Charles was full of protectiveness, it was a good thing to try to show that he could understand and handle more things. Otherwise, even if he goes behind Charles' back to go to Erik for help, Magneto, who is now like a piece of ice, will refuse to give him information or help even if he is still in a hard-hearted stage of life.
Harry had heard Sean say it as a joke - Erik always paced in front of the door because Charles never left his son's bedside. Harry wasn't stupid enough to think that Erik was stuck in this house out of concern for him. He was definitely concerned about Charles' situation.
Oh, poor Y just imagines Erik's reaction when he learns that "Charles has a son" and feels that this is too terrible for Erik.
Erik didn't know Harry's complicated heart. He stared at the boy for a long time before turning around and walking upstairs again. This time he didn't look back.
Harry originally wanted to take the opportunity to explain his relationship with Charles to him to avoid any surprises in his family relationship. However, he thought about it before speaking and found that no matter how he explained this matter, he could not simply get away with it. Harry knew one thing: Erik would definitely figure out the unknown people around Charles.
Instead of asking Erik to explore "where Charles's adopted son came from, whether he was innocent, and how he won Charles' love", it would be better for him to simply think that "Charles had an unknown son who was only found now." This child is already so old, he should be over ten years old no matter how you look at it. He is not born tall or of Slavic origin. If he is Charles's biological child, his birth will definitely be considered from this era. Erik and Charles knew each other from the past - to Erik, this really didn't matter, after all, he himself had been married and had children.
So, Harry just pursed his lips, used a more polite smile, and sent away, uh - let's put it this way, Erik who was very angry.
And the moment Erik left the living room, he pulled out a dozen papers from behind the cushions of the sofa.
If Erik were here, he would find that these information cannot be said to be the same as those in his hand, but they are exactly the same.
Harry has never underestimated Erik's vigilance - but even without electronic equipment, for wizards, a copying spell is enough for a piece of ordinary material, no matter how thick it is, and the amount of information is too much to remember accurately.
He shrunk them and stuffed them into his pocket. Then, he took out a notebook from behind the sofa cushion, spread it out, and stared at the part he had written on, without writing, just in a daze.
There are some jumbled words written in the notebook. Some of them were in German, some in Latin, some in ancient English, and only a few of them were in modern English. Harry didn't know how bad it was when he wrote it down. He even saw half of a Parsel language word in it - this was enough proof. When he was listening to the Department of Mysteries, his brain was indeed at an abnormal stage. He could only speak Parseltongue and did not study the text in depth. This language was very difficult to learn in writing. He could read them. , does not mean that he really knows them. For a long time, they were just different simplified snakes in his eyes.
Harry stared blankly at these jumbled words, trying to recall the numb, ridiculous, chaotic feeling he felt at that time.
When he woke up from his father's side, everything before his coma seemed to be a distant dream. He could know that so many things had happened, but... once he recalled the details, they would be particularly blurry, even the pain that could tear his soul apart, which seemed to be far away from him.
Is this really reasonable? Is this caused by magic? Or is it that this process was too painful and his brain started to automatically block it again?
Harry rested his chin on his hand and stared at his notebook, furiously listing possibilities in his mind. After looking at it for a while, he let out a long sigh, closed the book, shrank it, and stuffed it into his pocket.
"Sooner or later, your pocket will develop a second expansion space."
Harry raised his head and saw that R came around from behind the sofa, sat down next to him, and took off the hood of his cloak.
His complexion is very bad, or rather, it has been very bad since he found out that Harry had fainted a few days ago. Even now, Harry can walk, eat and talk, but R's complexion is still terrible, even if someone owes him Even with a gold galleons in a vault, his face wouldn't look so ugly.
Harry sighed again inwardly and coughed a few times inappropriately.
r waved his magic wand, and with a clang, the kettle on the table began to float, and a cup of something that was obviously not boiled water was poured into the cup, and then it fell back to the table with a very loud sound. If Harry hadn't reached out and held it up, it might have fallen over.
"Drink." R said concisely and concisely.
Harry didn't say a word. He smiled apologetically, picked up the cup, and drank the contents of the cup in one go without caring about the weird appearance and taste. And the moment he drank it, a slow heat gradually spread, soothing the itchy and dry feeling in his throat.
"This seems to be... a nutritional supplement?" Harry said speculatively as he carefully reviewed the cup of unknown liquid.
r Throw your back onto the backrest and cross one leg. He snorted at Harry's question but did not refute it. Obviously, Harry's answer was correct, but R's mood was not at all better because of it.
During the few days when Harry was in coma, he used the materials stored in the house and frantically brewed the potion alone in his room. It's not the kind that cures diseases. As a pureblood who has been taught by a potion master since childhood, he understands that potions that have too strong effects may conflict with those that Charles injected into Harry. Therefore, he chose one or two very mild advanced nutrients, read advanced potion books all night, and then brewed the finished product in one go without wasting any time.
Their medicinal properties are extremely mild. Even if they are used by Muggles, there will be no major problems. Most of the ingredients will be absorbed as nutrients by the human body, just like those healthy foods.
If you want to ask why R is so efficient and not wasteful, it can only be because the magic item in his hand is a one-way ticket!
Without Harry Damn Fainting Xavier, he couldn't go to Diagon Alley to supplement the information; at the same time, even if he exchanged some pounds to buy a plane ticket, he didn't have a usable passport. If there were materials they had saved in this house, then Merlin was really protecting them! This wasn't even saved by r himself, it was stored here when Harry went to Diagon Alley for the first time to buy something.
Thinking of the panic, despair and anxiety these past few days, r was sitting firmly on the sofa, but still felt dizzy and had difficulty breathing.
"R?" Harry helped him, but R grabbed his arm with his backhand.
r watched Harry silently, slowly doing a cycle of deep breathing and exhaling to relieve the anxiety that made his hands and feet cold.
Don't let this happen again. This can't happen again.
"So -" R sat up straight, grabbed Harry's arm, closed his eyes, and shouted in a loud voice, "Since you - can go downstairs, can I get - an explanation?"
Harry's movements stopped. For a moment, R could feel the intention of retracting the hand he was clenching, but he clenched it so tightly that the hand could not escape.
"This..." Harry said very, very slowly, "We can... talk about it later."
r sneered in his heart.
Many people may misunderstand one thing: when someone wants to cause trouble for another person, if the wrong party happens to suffer a serious illness suddenly or is in crisis, then as long as they have an emotional foundation, the trouble will follow a series of Worry, anxiety, and even the mentality of regaining something lost disappeared. In other words, the person who suffered a loss will receive special forgiveness because he has passed away in front of death.
There is indeed a probability that this will happen, but when this "emotional foundation" is too deep, the opposite development will often occur. For example, if a parent welcomes back a child who has run away from home and does not know whether he is alive or dead, many parents will choose to beat his child.
r is very conscious in this regard - their Slytherins have never been such tolerant parents!
"Let's recall," R gritted his teeth, "the last time I saw you awake, I asked you what was going on with your eyes, and you said," he almost forced out his voice, "That was—a leak of magic power. You were the one who said it was a leak of magic power!"
Damn the magic leaked!
r asked Hank in great detail and described the colored light that appeared in Harry's eyes. Hank's answer was: "Harry's condition is one of the most powerful mutants, and he has a certain probability of death." . It is more like an allergy-like symptom than a disease. Every powerful mutant has a chance of experiencing this symptom. It is inevitable..."
"As for the colored light, it is a relatively rare manifestation of ability. This proves that a large amount of energy is concentrated on the eyes. Many mutants will induce colored light when they use their powers..."
It was the first time that r listened to all of Hank's eloquent explanation, but he didn't get much information after listening. He seemed to only deserve to know one thing, and that was that Harry's abilities, or magic, or both were compromised.
"I'm not the best doctor, and I don't know that this is more than just a leak of magic power." Harry had already prepared himself mentally and spoke of this matter very calmly, "I know that mutant abilities make me look... Um, kind of omnipotent, but I'm not omnipotent, r. And I've never really had Type B explosives before."
rI suddenly felt as if I had been punched on the quilt.
"So, you want to tell me," r gritted his teeth and said with a fake smile, "this was...a little accident?"
Harry couldn't help but feel a shiver in his heart when he saw that fake smile on his face.
"...No." He took a small breath, "This is because I...was stimulated. Just like the last time I had sex, this is out of a body's protective mechanism."
"Of course
Later this protection mechanism got out of control. "r's tone was full of sarcasm.
There was a slight crack in Harry's peaceful expression. The corners of his mouth twitched and he tightened his shawl, "...Yes, that's right."
R quickly replayed the memory - something he had done whenever he was anxious these days - and then pointed out one point: "But when you were in the manor, your abilities were still obedient."
Regardless of whether it is magic power or ability power, since it is out of control to the point that it can cause death, it should sound like it is disordered, but after recalling it over and over again, I feel that Mr. Riddlek can be killed one by one in order. , Liuus was brought down, and his appearance could be switched freely, his mental control was extremely fast, and his memory clearing seemed to be flawless... No matter how you looked at it, Harry's abilities should still be under control, and even those who didn't know thought Harry had done it that day. Completely prepared, specifically for this.
In r's understanding, normal sex will mess up the surroundings, and this process cannot be stopped or controlled by me. Moreover, the last time Harry said he had sex, a huge Muggle laboratory It was destroyed, and everything could not be put back together.
Harry thought about it for a moment. He really hadn't considered this before. Thinking about it this way, it really didn't fit with the existing theory. When the ability breaks out, it should be uncontrollable and manic, but on that day, there is only one most uncontrollable thing.
That is, he invaded Riddle's mind crazily and deeply.
Thinking of this, even though he couldn't recall any part of it, Harry felt an urge to vomit.
"I don't know how this works," Harry admitted softly as he endured the discomfort, "but the abilities other than telepathy are indeed very obedient. Maybe it has something to do with the closeness of the abilities I can borrow. That is to say, they are not considered my abilities after all.”
Maybe it's because Charles' ability is the most stable, so it has an out-of-control priority... Other abilities are not as solid as it, so they may temporarily give in to it when they compete with each other. Harry thought.
Seeing that he showed an expression that should appear in the library again, r glared at him and kicked the coffee table with his foot.
"We are not discussing academic issues," he said with a livid face, "don't even try to change the subject."
"So," r said very forcefully, "you - you, please tell me, what happened to you that caused your "self-defense mechanism" to go out of control? " His expression became serious, "——What did Riddle do to you?"
Harry raised his eyebrows in surprise - he didn't expect r to think of the key so quickly.
"This is not the first day I've met you," R looked at his expression, snorted coldly, and pointed out the key point, "You won't control anyone casually, even if he is your enemy - if you don't have such a high moral sense, I Just go thank Merlin."
"If I tell you and you don't scold me," Harry said, "I'll tell you what happened—wait, what are you going to do, r—"
Harry was shocked to see r roll up the sleeve of his right hand and then start to flick his wrist.
Wait, this action looks familiar to him, this development is not good.
"r!!"
"Bite your teeth for me," R gasped and demanded, but he gritted his teeth and said, "Sit here and don't move - pick it up for me -"
Harry subconsciously jumped up from the sofa and rolled to the back of the sofa.
"Calm down," Harry said in horror.
"Now," R said in a rare concise tone, "or we have a fight and choose one." His expression was now very scary.
But you can't beat me. Harry said silently in his mind. At the same time, he was once again shocked by the extent to which reality can transform people.
Let the first-grade R look at the current R, and the former will definitely shout that this is not true...
"I say, I say," Harry stretched out his hands to express surrender, "Sit, sit... you go first
sit down. "
r answered him with a suspicious and wary look, then rolled his eyes and sat down again. He crossed one leg again, took out his wand, and tapped the armrest beside him intentionally or unintentionally.
Harry took three deep breaths. He even gave himself a hint before speaking - be more organized, Harry. Don't take the initiative to bring up some things. Simplify the process.
"You know that while you were laying flowers and attending the banquet later, I was snooping for information, right?" Harry tried to sound like it was no big deal, "I underestimated the level of security in that manor and got stuck to the window sill. , was discovered by "that person". "
Immediately, he could hear R holding his breath.
"There is something very weird about him." Harry sat back on the sofa. "He seems to have some mental problems. Nagini's death stimulated him. He has been in a semi-crazy state, so the person who presided over the ceremony was Your father."
r: "Speaking as if he wasn't crazy before!"
Harry said "Yeah", rubbed his temples, and threw out the second message: "His alert magic, or protective magic seems to be able to bypass the magic on us. I successfully got myself off the window sill, but was He found out - he grabbed me by the neck and tried Legilimency on me."
He deliberately stopped talking here without giving more details.
Crunch. Crunch.
Harry heard the sound of nails scratching viciously on the sofa - he pretended that he didn't hear it and didn't see R's increasingly terrifying expression.
"Then I could only defend myself." Harry whispered, "Then I lost control. I didn't mean to use so much force against Riddle. It was like slashing with a dagger in self-defense. The conscious attack cut deeper. Anyway, when I came back to my senses, I had already cut him in turn..."
When he said this, he stopped unconsciously and blinked slowly.
Then, suddenly, he leaned over, hunched over, and retched violently.
"What happened!!"
r originally wanted to hear the follow-up, but when he saw him like this, he immediately jumped up and screamed: "Breathe! Breathe - no, not so fast - rhythm! Are you in pain somewhere? Talk! Harry!"
Harry gasped violently, grabbing R's sleeve and shaking his head. His fingers slowly tightened, then unclenched, tightened, and then unclenched. And he couldn't help but make a sound of retching, and he couldn't think at all.
r made a quick decision, waved his magic wand, and floated the person up with a levitating spell.
"Hank!!" he shouted deftly to the researcher and doctor in the house, "Hank!!"
"Don't..." Harry said in a small voice, "I just..." He closed his eyes, "My head suddenly became confused... maybe, maybe it's a sequelae or something..."
r was shocked.
"Charles!!" He made a quick decision and called someone else, "Charles!"
…………
When Charles hurriedly pushed the wheelchair in, he found that his precious son was completely fine.
"Francis?"
Watching the child wrap himself up in a quilt and roll around in the temperature-controlled room, and when he saw himself sitting upright again quickly, Charles breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on his face unconsciously.
He pushed himself closer to the bed, came to the bed, first reached out to touch Harry's forehead, felt the boy's body temperature, and then felt the thickness of his clothes. After confirming that everything was correct, Charles held his son's hand, While asking in a warm voice: "You don't need to sit up like this, it would be good for you to sleep some more - what's going on?"
"Ah, oh," although he was terribly annoyed, Harry could always squeeze out some happy emotions when facing Charles. He held Charles's hand back with both hands, coveting the warmth in his father's hand, "I was thinking about something - Things. There are some--choices. I don't know.
How to do. There are also some things..." He bit his lower lip and considered his tone, "I feel very confused now. So, when my cousin wanted to have some conversations with me, I... I don't know why, something came up Stress reaction. Of course, this may be a sequelae or something. It will be better if you sleep for a few more days."
"Where's your cousin?" Charles looked around, surprised that r wasn't here.
Harry pursed his lips and said, "I think - I need to rest alone now."
In short, with this not-so-good reaction, he drove R out...
Charles understood immediately. He wasn't angry at all, he squeezed Harry's hand as usual and smiled: "It's not a dangerous thing, but you scared your cousin. It was the first time I saw him in the house. Rant in public.”
Harry spread his hands helplessly.
"If you are really troubled by something," Charles said tentatively, "I don't guarantee that I am a wise wise man, but I have always been a qualified listener. You can trust me."
If Erik were standing here, he would definitely feel the difference in treatment again, because during the joint meeting in the morning, Charles did not have such an expression or tone. If Charles were to treat him with this attitude, he might feel nostalgic and think that Charles had his head smashed at the same time. Otherwise, Charles has other plans.
But for Harry, this was a normal thing - so he wasn't stressed at all, just happy for Charles' care.
"Of course I trust you," Harry couldn't help but curl his lips and moved his butt, half-sitting on the bed, sitting closer to Charles so that Charles wouldn't be inconvenient to move in the wheelchair. "If I can't trust you, There is probably no one I trust more."
"Oh, really?" Charles smiled and ran his hand through Harry's forehead, "I'm honored, dear, but I'm afraid your cousin might have some objections to this."
Harry took a breath and opened his mouth to the answer, but couldn't say anything in reply.
"Oh, I'm sorry to say this," Charles touched his head, "but when I saw your cousin sitting there sulking alone downstairs and you here alone in a daze, I I feel like I have to say something more."
This "again" made Harry feel very guilty. He looked at the ceiling habitually, his eyes rolling around, and then he let out a long sigh.
"We," Harry thought rather distressedly about what to say, and at the same time, Charles could hear some confusion in his tone, "It's nothing big, really, Charles. I just need a moment to figure something out. Some questions. Maybe, after thinking about this, I won’t be so averse to talking.”
After saying that, he couldn't help but sigh again, and his expression darkened.
Charles changed from stroking his son's head to stroking his son's back. Even in the summer, being so comforted by his father made Harry feel warm from the bottom of his heart.
"I'm fine." He took the initiative to tell Charles, "You don't have to worry about this, Charles."
"Not every "I'm fine" is really fine," Charles said softly but firmly. He looked directly into Harry's eyes and spoke slowly but sincerely, "You are still very young. If you can, I still hope that you will have the desire to talk and someone to talk to. This person may not be me, but I always hope that the more the better."
Before Harry could retort, Charles added, "I know what it's like to bottle it all up, honey. It's painful for me, so I don't want the same for you."
He stroked the boy's back slowly, over and over again.
"Even if this is not your home yet, I hope you can live a healthy and happy life," Charles said. "Of course, even if you have to do
If you have anything you can't tell me, I hope you can remember at least one thing. "
"...What?" Harry instinctively opened his eyes and asked.
"Remember you are not alone here," Charles looked at his son's face, his expression getting softer and softer, his eyes unblinking, "Even if you don't belong to "this time" for the time being, you still have a father you can rely on. This may be pretentiousness on my part, but I hope you remember it this way. "
Harry couldn't help but feel a sore nose, pouted his mouth slightly, and then quickly sipped it.
"I'm sorry," he said. Although when he said it, he didn't know what he was apologizing for.
"There's nothing to apologize for," Charles shook his head, holding the boy's hand again, his eyes calm, "I don't even know how to be a qualified father."
In fact, during those few days when he was guarding his son, Charles was simply exhausted mentally and physically. The fear had never eaten away at his rationality so much - the illness caused by his abilities could take away his only child at any time. It can be said that his child grew up in happiness and should be happy in the future. This child is the most cherished treasure he will obtain in his future life, and is the light he can see in the future. Charles couldn't, couldn't, never lose him.
Charles had never believed in God, but looking at Harry's sleeping face, even though he had several doctorate certificates, he couldn't help but pray beside his son's bed, hoping that the child would recover soon.
Fate - God - whoever else - they had allowed all sorts of things to take away many of the people he held dear. Charles thought that if they wanted to take the child away again, they would have to physically step over him.
He squeezed Harry's hand. The latter sensitively felt the change in his father's mood, but didn't say anything, but just got closer.
Charles also noticed that Harry looked a little nervous, so he quickly relaxed his expression and the strength of his hands, and said gently:
"Actually, before I walked in the door just now, I was still thinking that maybe I shouldn't - ask you about your thoughts like this. Maybe you need private time instead of being forced to ask questions alone."
He smiled again and lowered his voice: "But you have to forgive me. I'm still a novice in this area. I really can't watch you suffer alone. It will torture me until late at night."
Because I love you so much.
Harry didn't have to listen to his father's heart to realize what he said.
He couldn't help but put his head on Charles' shoulder, leaning on him and hiding his expression. Charles stroked the back of his neck very gently. This comfort was so familiar that it reminded Harry of when he was little, when Charles held him on his knees, read to him, and taught him how to play with some delicate toys. And some afternoons, he would take a warm nap on Charles's lap. The warmth of the blanket and Charles surrounded him, making him feel no uneasiness, only peace of mind.
Even the place where his mother gave birth to him would not have given him a better experience than this.
"You will always be the best father." Harry murmured into Charles's shoulder like he was dreaming. He closed his eyes tightly, blurring the sour nasal voice and some tears. "Without you, I don't know what to do. What to do. I could be the unluckiest person in the world. I...I'm scared, Charles. What if I mess up everything?"
He didn't say what he was afraid of. Charles felt nervous and didn't ask questions. He just touched the child's neck and back more gently.
"Shh, shh," Charles said softly but firmly, "Don't be afraid - I will never let you become the unluckiest person in the world, nor will I sit back and let you screw yourself up. That's not going to happen. What happened. Can you believe me?"
"...Yes. I believe it, Charles."
Harry hugged his father's legs tightly, pressing his face closer to his knees. Maybe r will shout this when he sees this posture
Very inappropriate, but what the heck, there's no r here.
Harry reached out and lightly touched his lips and throat.
"I know there are things I should say to ra...my cousin directly. There is no need for any secrets between us. I trust him as much as I trust myself."
After a while, Harry finally made up his mind and said, "But due to the sensitivity of the matter, I don't know how to speak."
Charles patted his back again and again and made no comment for the time being.
"There's something he's not telling me. He's not hiding it from me... in that sense. He wants to bear the burden alone."
Harry tried hard to keep his narrative calm, organized, and concise—or rather, without too much personal emotion.
"When I first noticed that there were things he couldn't say to me, I felt that I had to respect his secrets and respect his wishes, because that's how I've always been taught and treated," Harry said, "But... …When I learned some possible clues, I was angry again. And now, I just learned something, and I’m thinking about whether to tell him or not.”
"Are you angry that he hid it from you," Charles said in a very relaxed tone, "or are you angry that he didn't tell you something? Are these things terrible? Will their existence hurt you?"
Although he asked this, Charles knew in his heart that there was no way the boy could actually hurt his son with even a finger. A friend who is too young, or in other words, a young man with too passionate feelings, would never be able to do such a thing at this age.
Harry was silent for a moment.
"No," Harry said, "As I just said, Charles, I firmly believe that my cousin... I believe that he would never deliberately hide anything harmful to me. That thing is not terrible, it is just... ...I don’t know all the details, but it may be sad. That thing, those things..." He searched for words, not knowing how to describe the impact he felt when he caught a glimpse of it, or the intuitive feeling, "It's not that I don't understand the reason why he hid it from me. He loves me and wants to protect me, but I...I probably still hope he can tell me. I mean, I can help him, or, if it doesn't work, I You can listen."
Charles was silent for a while, confirming that Harry had not continued speaking for the time being, and then said: "Do you think... he doesn't trust you enough? Are you sad about this?"
Harry closed his eyes and shook his head slightly on his shoulder.
"That's not the case." He said, "On the contrary, I am 100% sure that he trusts me as a person. In fact, he may even trust me more than his own father. Sometimes, I feel that he trusts me more. It’s okay to trust others, but he refuses.”
Having said this, Harry felt relieved. Although when they first met, r was a person with a bad temper, and was even a bit discriminatory about class and blood, but as Harry's friend, he was absolutely excellent, and Harry could trust him with his life. And from beginning to end, even though there were many classmates and friends around them, R never transferred this feeling from him to others even a little bit. As long as Harry asks seriously, r will consider doing it.
Harry knew that such a friend was rare, and he might not meet one in his lifetime.
But because of this, Harry now doesn't know how to talk to r - r is too important to him. As important as his two fathers, his brothers and sisters.
"He is indeed a very good friend and blood relative to you." Charles' eyelids twitched, remembering the bottles of strangely colored potions that Harry drank while he was sleeping, and the corners of his mouth twitched for a moment, "Although I didn't know he drank it for you. What exactly is it, but I know that he is no less worried than I am."
It's easy to tell whether a person really cares about another person. During the few days that Charles had been guarding his son, he was tired of seeing his cousin's face numb with anxiety, and even a ghost could tell that the situation was
If things don't get better, not only Charles, but also the boy who is his son's cousin's mental state will plummet.
In the heart of this "cousin", his son doesn't just mean a cousin or a friend.
And Charles also remembered deeply that when Harry's body temperature dropped, his cousin's whole body collapsed to the ground with a plop, gasping for air and sweating like rain.
"Yeah, it's like, well, he didn't have to be here." Harry said. Speaking of this, he felt proud and tormented inside. "Because I'm already here, so he has to come. And now I find out , some things may be more complicated than we think, and knowing these may not be good for him... So I don’t know whether to tell him, or whether I should ask him.”
"Even if he stays at home safely, he won't rest assured." Charles said calmly, "I can understand why he insists on doing this. If possible, I will definitely want to fly to your home in the future. Around you. The mental torture may not be better than it is now. Everyone has to make their own choice."
Harry raised his face from Charles' shoulder and said nothing, but after a shy smile, he pursed his lips and looked down. This expression is very familiar to Charles, because he also likes to make this expression sometimes - of course, when he is still more expressive.
Still, I also want my significant other to stay in a safe area.
Harry didn't say this, but Charles could see it as soon as he looked at his expression.
Charles laughed out loud and patted his son on the shoulder.
"In the final analysis, you both want to make your souls more stable by taking responsibility alone - you both think that the other person's safety is more important." He said, "This actually proves that your relationship is indeed very stable. It seems to me that you don’t need to blame each other for this matter.”
"I'm not blaming," Harry said, "I just felt, felt..."
"I understand." Charles patted his hand and said, "I understand. If you can, only one person encounters bad things. But as you feel now, your cousin doesn't like you to take it. He is excluded. "
"I think I may ... very hypocritical," Harry buried his head back again. "I agreed with him, we don't do something" for him ". We must respect each other's own choice. And I now find that I can't really be 100 % observed at all. In other words, we can't do it. "
"If I didn't understand the wrong, dear." Charles said, "He has fouls first."
"Yes," Harry said, "But it was Xue Dingzheng's foul. He didn't tell me, it must be" good for me ", but that thing itself ... I may not be qualified to ask. He is qualified to tell me all. "
"But you want him to tell you." Charles said softly, "You don't want him to exclude you."
Harry raised his head, thoughtfully thought for a while, nodded, and shook his head again.
"I really don't want to be concealed by him." He said, "But I feel more, I don't know what to do. I should ... seal this part of memory and continue to be a real person who do not know Should I pretend that I do n’t know yet, do you quietly check all the details of the incident? But if you do this, I also foul — we have become a deception of each other. Also, that thing, for me, for me Is it better to know, or is it better? What can I do to make me messy? "
Most people have long been fainted by his words. Fortunately, Charles is not an average person.
"Sometimes there are many ways to solve one thing." Charles said, "There is no need to divide the side is correct. Sometimes, we only watch where the most important results fall."
Harry: "But do we not need to think and think repeatedly, and do the right thing? Just like you have always been?"
Charles can't help but be curious
How wise you came to come, so that his son made such a speech.
"I can't do the right thing forever." His fingers put his son's slightly curly black hair, thinking about the past, "No one can."
If he always does the right thing, how can Raven leave him. Charles knew very early that even if it was called a god -like mutant, he could not claim that he would always be correct. The absolute correctness is relative, temporary, one -sided, and everyone cannot measure others with their own correctness.
However, because Charles did lose Raven, he made up his mind that he would try to make the right choice in order to keep everything around him.
Harry made a more frustrated sigh.
"I'm afraid I will do the wrong option." He said, "Then my cousin will be furious -I am afraid of him -he hates me."
"Oh," Charles thought about the child's attitude, and felt that the second half of the sentence was laughing, and then really laughed, "Oh, oh, no, no, dear, this will never happen."
He shook his head, with a little crying mood, with a few conversations with R, pointing out: "My dear, I think we have to trust the feelings he paid for you while trusting a person."
He reached out and held his son's face and looked at the boy. He said with some sadness and said with some funny: "If your cousin hears it, your trouble is great. Why are you not confident on this?"
Harry couldn't ask this question, and opened my eyes for a while: "Ah, I am not self -confidence, I am-"
"You just have no confidence," Charles said, "Why don't you see it, no matter what you do, he always has always been your friend? In his heart, you are the special person. This kind The tolerance brought by feelings cannot be measured with right or wrong, should be measured. For example, do you think, if you do something bad, will I leave you right away? "
of course not!
Harry immediately shook his head into a fixed ghost flying ball.
"Then why do you think your cousin will meet? Because I am your family, isn't he?"
Harry didn't know that it should nod or shook his head, just silently like a lamb to be slaughtered.
This sentence looks correct and can summarize the situation, but Harry knows that this is not the case. He can definitely trust R, just like trusting his father, his eyes do not blink. But this is ... there is a difference.
But where is this difference?
"I don't know," Harry murmured.
