Charles couldn't describe what he was feeling.
Of course, of course, he was a mind reader with a lot of life experience, and from all aspects, he should be able to come up with answers to all the questions Harry asked right away. And he did know the answer.
but! He couldn't think for Harry.
This is a question that you must come up with the answer for yourself, and Charles believes that it is best not to simply get the answer from others for this kind of question.
"Don't be anxious - actually, I think you still have a lot of time and opportunity, and you can slowly think about this issue."
Charles poured a glass of warm water for his son, watched him drink it, and then sent him to the door of the room: "Don't rush it. You are still in your teens. No matter what kind of relationship develops, you have to explore new patterns. Evolve to the next stage. It’s not like your Aunt Raven and I never quarrel, and we didn’t treat each other as real family members from the beginning... Do you understand what I mean?”
Harry nodded.
"Don't be afraid," Charles said. "No matter what, you can't stand still. I know it sounds like empty talk, but you can't be stuck here forever."
Harry thought for a moment and continued to nod. Yes, that's right, no matter how he struggled, he had to talk to R.
Talk. The thought of the word gave him a headache.
"Don't be afraid." Charles smiled at him, "He loves you very, very much. He will never hate you. Even if you can't believe his loyalty to you, you should believe my words."
Harry nodded anyway. However, after that, he said anxiously:
"...Then should I tell him that?"
"Ah," Charles said, "My suggestion is that you can ask him to confirm his story first. Then, you will naturally know what you want to do. After all, to a certain extent, you are in the same state of mind. superior."
After saying that, he suddenly remembered something and his expression changed.
"Charles?" Harry asked.
Charles stared at his son for a while, hesitated for a long time, and finally chose to tell the story.
"There is something I think I need to tell you and apologize to you before you go to see your cousin."
Harry blinked, confused.
"You had a high fever before," Charles said, "and you kept having nightmares - I had to use special methods to process some memories for you."
Harry subconsciously said: "Ah, this is nothing...ah??!!!"
After realizing what Charles had said, his voice suddenly turned 180 degrees, rising high until it broke.
——Case solved! No wonder he felt that some parts of his memory were particularly blurry!
…………
When r walked into the room again, he saw Harry in a daze.
That's right, in a daze. He sat there completely motionless, his eyes fixed on a place without focus.
r wrinkled his nose, walked over, sat down on the single sofa, knocked on the table, and asked nervously: "Are you okay? Is it okay?"
Harry shuddered and gasped.
"Why do you feel like you've seen a ghost?" R said dissatisfiedly, reaching out to touch his forehead.
"Ah, oh," Harry avoided his hand, "No problem... Oh, no, I mean, I personally have no problem."
personal? r repeated the word in his mind.
"I'd like to continue our conversation from a few hours ago," Harry said. "Is that okay with you?"
This request was a bit sudden, and R was taken aback.
""Can I?" You don't need to take medicine? No need to rest? You almost fainted just now! r asked suspiciously, and looked around, "Where is your father? I thought
He will never leave your side! He just kicked me out! "
"My dad is in a meeting... that's not the point right now." Harry cleared his throat. "I'm really fine. Can we start talking?"
r glanced at him three times with a suspicious look, and finally nodded with an expression of "I see what you want to do."
"Okay, that's it. First of all, do you know this...person?" Harry quickly used his ability to project the images in his memory into the consciousness of the two people. At the same time, he asked the question almost without pausing, " This is what he looks like, have you seen it?"
His attitude was extremely ordinary. There was no aggression, no anxiety or surprise. When Harry asked this question, he just looked at R so calmly, as if he wouldn't be surprised by whatever answer the other party gave.
r swallowed and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Just when he was about to ask Harry what kind of plane he had, a floating image appeared in his field of vision. This was a portrait floating in the air, directly projected from Harry's memory. The clarity was not too high, but it was enough for people to clearly see the appearance of the person above.
This is an image of an adult man. It seems that the shooting angle is not normal, and it is looking down from above. However, his features are still clearly visible: a pale to somewhat cold complexion, a face with graceful lines and delicate features. Of course, the most identifiable thing is the pair of gray-blue eyes and the long, bright-white blond hair.
r: "...!!!"
When he saw that photo - let's call it a photo - almost immediately, cold sweat gradually broke out on his palms and back, and his heart felt like there were ten thousand ants scratching at him. If a thunder struck now, it must have struck right on top of his head.
--what happened! How could this be the beginning of their conversation? ! How did Harry get this image? ! Where did he see it? ! Did he guess it? !
Several questions flashed through R's mind in an instant, making him sweat.
Now, Harry didn't even have to think, he knew by looking at R that he knew him. And this expression meant that Harry caught him off guard - that is to say, r thought Harry shouldn't know the news.
Of course. Harry thought. Of course. Who wouldn’t recognize a face that is 80% similar to their own?
"It looks like you've seen him." Driven by an inexplicable emotion, Harry couldn't help but say nonsense, "But I haven't. That's really weird...isn't it?"
rThe blood on the entire face slowly faded and turned pale. He opened his mouth, looking like he wanted to say something, but the corners of his mouth twitched, and his entire face gradually twisted into a ferocious mess. His eyes widened unconsciously, looking extremely nervous.
Seeing him like this, Harry had a little wry smile on his calm face.
"Don't be so nervous...I won't beat you. First of all, I guess you don't have a brother, right," Harry raised his hands to indicate relaxation and said softly, "We have studied your relatives within three generations. Because you said most of them are Death Eaters... Anyway, we confirmed it, right?"
elder brother?
r swears, at this moment, he has many, many foul words to say. But looking at Harry's serious expression, as if he was doing academic research, he swallowed these words silently, and then desperately searched for all the information, trying to give a good explanation.
"This is-what are you-how-he is-"
r struggled to organize his words, but many words got stuck when he reached his mouth.
Should I ask first or explain first? Can anyone tell him how to get around the part he doesn't want to talk about? !
Harry had already sorted out his thoughts, and before R could speak, he quickly gave some answers: "That's right, this face is the face I saw in Riddle's mind. Still remember Our mission from the previous stage?"
r nodded with difficulty, his face became even darker. The task of the previous stage was given by Harry
Completed unilaterally, its requirement was to find out the cause of Nagini's death, and it was completed by Harry when r knew nothing about it. And Harry hasn't told him the whole process yet.
His mind is also very flexible, and he found an idea in just a few seconds.
"You won't say," R's eyes widened and his voice suddenly increased, "that he sneaked into Gunter Manor and killed the snake, right?! He planned and executed the assassination and then Haven’t reported it to the Department of Mysteries yet?! Is this his mission?”
Harry thought about the information he had received, nodded, and then shook his head.
"He wore a cloak issued by the Department of Mysteries and broke into Gaunt Manor. But whether he was carrying out a mission, I'm afraid this needs to be verified - he originally wanted to burn the painting or assassinate Riddle, but Riddle seemed to have planned it in advance. We were prepared and set up a trap." At this point, Harry paused, "But this face - no, it's this person. He took advantage of the opportunity of being captured by Riddle and used a poisonous item. , poisoned the snake. This face was what Riddle saw with his own eyes when he was caught - and then, as we know, he escaped, and after Nagini was killed, Riddle's spirit Becoming unstable. Judging from the cloak, he must also be a contractor of the Department of Mysteries. Do you know him?"
He described it very plainly, but at the same time, he observed that R's face turned blue because of this long paragraph.
"No, I don't know this idiot!" R shouted loudly, "What does he think? Kill someone? The contract will make him look good!"
The Department of Mysteries expressly prohibits contractors from directly killing people! It is said that every contractor will be told before embarking on the journey that it is best for the contractor to be careful in his words and deeds in a time that does not belong to him. Directly causing the death of an "observation subject" will lead to unpredictable serious consequences. And even R understands that at this point, it makes no difference whether the deceased is a bad guy or a good guy.
The Department of Mysteries will not turn a blind eye just because the person you kill is a bad person. When he was dealing with them, he understood that these were not the standards these people paid attention to.
"Don't be angry," Harry took a deep breath nervously, "Before I explain more, I want to know, who - who - is he?"
r's anger was stuck in the middle.
His eyes hesitated again, darting around, and his breathing became rapid.
Seeing his hesitation, Harry suddenly had an idea that had appeared many times: there was no need for him to force R to say it. They can stay in this state until they finish the task and go home. Because if it is the information needed to complete the task, the task itself will give it. It is not a game and expects the player to fail.
Maybe when the situation is better, r will naturally have the desire to talk, and Harry is his best friend, so of course he will talk to Harry.
But this thought only occurred for three seconds before Harry shook his head in his mind.
You have to have some courage, Harry. he said to himself. You have to be more proactive. As friends, you can't just wait. If two people are waiting, there will be no progress at all.
Just – ask who this person is. The answer wasn't too important. Harry could guess it himself. The point was, he wanted to know if r would say it.
"He——" It was difficult for R to spit out the answer. He knew that he would have to say it sooner or later, but this thing was just difficult to say. "I said, he is——"
How did he explain Felton last time? Oh, someone they knew, someone from the future who had a crush on Harry.
This is no problem, or in other words, this is barely a big problem, but what about Felton's "true identity"?
Once Harry found out, he would be in big trouble.
But at the same time, r was convinced that Harry couldn't be stupid enough to believe any of the reasons he gave. Two unrelated people can't look so similar, and the looks of their family members aren't all bad!
"Actually, even if you don't want to answer me," Harry said, "I
There is a guess. After all, we are always together, and there is almost no one you know but I don’t know—unless he is a distant relative of yours who has passed away long ago. And I'm sure there is no such person in your portrait room. "
r pursed his lips.
See, that's the downside of taking your friend to know your family - he almost knows everything about your family situation.
But would Harry really have thought of that answer? Felton didn't usually use this face. Even if it was a knowledgeable Raven, would Harry really think of the truth? To be honest, although this face is very similar to his, it is not directly equivalent to himself on the surface, and it is not equivalent to Felton at the same time. It may trigger associations, but the answers won't come easily.
r secretly looked at Harry's face, trying to become a psychologist at this moment and find some clues from it.
How could Harry maintain such a calm expression after knowing the truth? Such a stable mood? Such a good attitude? Has he been upgraded to a saint? Or was Harry deceiving him?
r can't say for sure - after all, he has no research on micro-expressions and psychology. However, Harry, who was sitting opposite him, was very knowledgeable about this and could easily see through his hesitation and observation.
"Let's do this," Harry mustered up the courage to push the topic further. He swallowed silently and suggested, "I'll tell you the answer I guess. You just nod or shake your head, okay?"
He spoke cautiously, and his attitude seemed to be "Let's be reasonable" and not aggressive. However, this attitude made R's heart skip a beat. After thinking about it, he felt angry and guilty. He was very familiar with this attitude. It wasn't the first time he saw it. Every time he saw Harry's attitude that was almost flattering, no, it should be said to be a bottomless concession, he was very angry.
He would rather see Harry do whatever he wants here, or do or say anything boldly. Or, get really angry. Harry's usual cautiousness and reasonableness represented a sense of distance that was hard to detect, and made R feel powerless.
Of course, many times, Harry was very bold with him. R could prove with all the beatings he had received that there was no sense of distance between him and R. R was not one of those outsiders to him. But in some sensitive moments - such as Pansy causing trouble for him, such as some shabby love letters - this sense of distance emerged, and R would get angry every time he saw or noticed it.
It was like, obviously they were in the same circle, but when they encountered some personal problems, Harry retreated to a place he thought was appropriate before he said anything, and R actually wanted him to come closer.
Thinking of this, r gritted his teeth——
——Is it because he has been unwilling to talk about these nonsense that Harry has started to suffer from unbearable self-doubt?
"What's your tone?" He stared at Harry closely, clenching his fists tightly. "Do you feel that you are thinking self-righteously about "I feel" again? "
"No," Harry replied quickly.
"You're lying if you answer too quickly!" r pointed this out loudly and glared at him.
As soon as the words fell, they both felt awkward, and then looked at each other in silence for a minute.
In the end, R felt the most guilty, raised his hands and covered his face.
"Go ahead." He threw himself onto the back of the sofa and took a pillow to cover his face.
If there was any scene or atmosphere that would embarrass him, he planned to cover himself with this thing immediately before Harry got angry or looked at him with other expressions.
After a moment of silence, he heard Harry take a deep breath. The voice repeated several times, and Harry was clearly as nervous as he was.
"This person," he heard Harry's voice rising slightly, "is Professor Felton, right?"
This is a declarative sentence.
r took a breath of air. He gritted his teeth, feeling like "it's finally here." Although there were previous
He refused to accept the idea, but after a moment of silence, he nodded hastily and hummed through his nose.
Now that it's come to this point, there's no point in denying it. Harry won't believe it.
After about a few seconds, he heard Harry say again:
"You said that Professor Felton knows me, but he is not our elder," Harry's voice paused, followed by several rapid breaths, and then his speaking speed became slower and slower, even a little uncontrollable. confusion, "He still - he cares about - me. You - said so. You said that he doesn't want - me to hate him, nor does he want me to be hurt by his attitude."
At this point, Harry stopped. What r said was replayed over and over again in his head. He couldn't help but think of the first time he heard this statement - his mind went blank at that time. He was in a daze for a long time, puzzled and shocked in a tug-of-war on the emotional scale. Finally, he decided to shelve the matter for the time being and planned to investigate and think about it further in the future. At the time, he decided that their dire situation was more important than exploring the matter.
"He wanted me to be well and he was willing to do whatever it took to do that."
r heard Harry murmur, his heart beating faster and faster, almost jumping out of his throat.
"Actually, I should have thought of this answer," he heard Harry say, "I shouldn't have guessed it after seeing this face. It's not my elder, it's not a woman, it's a wizard - I really don't know , who else would do this to me? I can't think of anyone else. I'm really, really - very stupid."
His tone was extremely soft, but it was definitely not a happy tone. What he said was like a crazy warning in his heart.
"It's useless to talk about it now," R couldn't help but trembled, "He - he - he was not such a person before. He didn't really care about you before. This is not the right way of thinking."
If Felton hadn't lied, then even if "his Harry" were alive, they would just turn a blind eye to each other, or use wands to cast evil spells on each other. In fact, r believed that with all the bastardry shown by Felton, "that Harry" would never have thought that there was someone who cared about him so much even if he thought about it.
Harry hummed in an unintelligible voice, his voice uncomfortably deep. Then, there was another long silence.
This time, the silence lasted so long that R could not help but ask behind the pillow: "Are you still asking? Do you have no questions?"
Harry didn't answer him.
r's breathing was stagnant, and he felt a little flustered for no reason. He took the pillow away from his face, glanced quietly to the opposite side, and then the corners of his mouth twitched.
Although Harry was sitting on the sofa opposite, Harry's face was not there, and there was a big pillow where his face should be.
"I'll forget it, why did you do this?!" He couldn't help but mutter in a low voice. Although he said this, he still felt guilty.
Harry said nothing.
"Do you really have no questions to ask?" Instead of being asked the expected question, R felt that something was missing, "That's it?"
"What else do I want to ask?" Harry muttered behind the pillow, "The remaining questions I have have actually been answered."
"Something?" r repeated, standing up and casually looking at the large pillow in Harry's hand.
Harry pressed the pillow firmly against his face. As if doing so would give him strength.
"I have thought about it a long time ago, under what circumstances can a contract be easily fulfilled by another person? Magical contracts are not that easy to talk about," his voice was erratic, "except for the case of inheritance from father to son. Finally, it actually explains a lot of problems.”
r stiffened.
"When you have the same - name," Harry hid all his expressions behind the pillow and said in a voice that could change tone accidentally, "then you, you - of course - will - fulfill the same obligation."
Boom. This sentence was like a thunder that had been predicted, making R close his eyes and fall down on the sofa.
r looked at the pillow opposite him silently, without any rebuttal or explanation, it was almost like acquiescence. He didn't do anything except downing the entire cup of tea in one go.
Logically speaking, he should - what should he do now? panic? anxious? Increased stress? Very understanding? That's what he thought before it actually happened, but at this moment, there was a desire rising deep in his heart. Ever since he learned about this damn thing, it can be said that he has been bearing the pressure in this regard.
Now, Harry could be said to have learned the full story of the Felton incident... What would he think of that man? How has his view of himself changed?
The more dangerous question is - what would Harry think of Felton's wishful thinking?
r believes that if he wants to get the answer, now is his chance.
…
"I'm sorry," about ten minutes later, Harry said muffledly behind the pillow, "I didn't mean to...if you don't want me to know, I can erase this memory myself."
After waiting for ten minutes for such an answer, R could not help but grind his teeth. A burst of anger emerged, leaving r confused - where did Harry get his talent? He could always make himself angry so easily.
The guilt he had just felt was gone. He gritted his teeth and stared at the big pillow, as if he wanted to see Harry's facial features from it.
"For Merlin's sake, that's not what I want to hear!" R said, every word emphasized.
Harry shivered and hugged the pillow tighter.
"If you're asking me for an answer just to publish some nonsense like this, then you really have to erase your memory - and then we go through the process all over again! And then you'll find that I won't tell you a word!" The r's pitch increased. The higher, "You don't care about my answer at all, just pretend those things never happened!"
"No," Harry hurriedly retorted after hugging the pillow, "Of course - of course I care!"
Perhaps because he spoke too fast, his voice was on the verge of changing tone again.
"Then give me a different reaction!" R said, "Your reaction is like saying, 'I'm sorry, I broke into your room by mistake, I'm leaving now' - do you expect me to say thank you?" "
"I'm not—" Harry's voice became shriller, "I didn't mean that." At the end of the sentence, his voice was so quiet that it was almost inaudible.
"You don't have a -" Halfway through, he felt something was wrong and stopped.
Harry's voice and tone were not normal from just now. They were very different from his usual speaking and conversation tone, and his breath was disordered. If he wasn't too angry, he would definitely notice something was wrong immediately.
Moreover, now r realized it - this was obviously an occasion for Harry to ask him questions, but in the end, he unknowingly took control of the conversation. This is not normal, this is definitely not normal. If Harry Erik Xavier was a person with such an honest mouth and personality, he would be sorted to Hufflepuff instead of Raven.
"——You," R stood up, jumped over the table, and jumped on Harry, "Take the pillow away and let me see!"
Harry said nothing, but his hands were still clutching the pillow tightly.
"Get away!" R was out of breath. He grasped the edge of the pillow tightly with both hands and pulled it out hard. "Moreover, have you got a silencing curse?! Or are you one of those people with long hair on your face?" A funny person can’t meet anyone without a smooth face?!”
"You also use a pillow..." A muffled voice came from the pillow.
"Yes, that's what I was prepared to cover myself to death." R said sharply, "Do you want to cover yourself to death now too? Which one of us is the one who didn't tell the truth? Put it down!"
After saying that, r continued to pull for a long time, and Harry still clutched the pillow tightly and refused to let go. He is not white either
After taking Raven's class, one method didn't work, so he immediately changed his mind: he quickly took out his wand and cast a transformation spell, turning the pillow into a swimming ring. Then, he quickly moved his head over and stuffed it into the circle in the center of the swimming circle.
His speed was unprecedentedly fast, and before Harry could react, his vision was completely empty - even though he still held on tightly, his face was exposed in the swimming circle, and the next second, he was caught off guard and faced off against R. After looking at each other, the distance between the two people's faces was less than one decimeter.
Harry: "!!"
He subconsciously wanted to lift the swimming ring up and cover his eyes with the limited part, but this time, R's reaction was extremely fast. He also grabbed the swimming ring firmly with both hands and pressed it inside. , making this indecent thing in his opinion not only unable to be moved, but also firmly attached to Harry's head.
Harry was dumbfounded - he didn't expect that R would do this at all!
And R, whose actions exceeded expectations, had already shouted:
"What's wrong with your eyes?"
His voice stopped suddenly, and his whole body was stunned, like a computer whose speaker was suddenly unplugged.
The pair of eyes that looked directly at him, less than a decimeter away from him, had some redness around the eyelids, and there was a suspicious light in the pupils. This face was a bit frightened and shocked, but there was still another emotion that had not been completely replaced by these, and R looked at it squarely.
"...You are..." R opened his mouth, "...Please, I just used a transformation spell and didn't beat you, right?!"
He let go of the swim ring a little frantically. To be honest, that's not what he wants to say the most right now, but...it's all damn Harry's fault!
After swallowing, he sat down next to Harry, his facial features tense and he didn't dare to yell any more.
"I don't quite understand why you...reacted like this." r had to choose his words carefully, and had to watch as Harry took another pillow and silently covered his face. He finally knew why Harry's accent was weird.
——It was a sound made by suppressing the sobs in the throat before making a sound.
"Are you...angry? Because I asked you to take off the pillow?" r asked uncertainly.
Harry shook his head silently.
r: "Then - do you think I shouldn't hide this from you? Do you think this is the wrong choice? You are very -" his expression twisted, "-disappointed?"
Even though he asked, he still wasn't quite sure that was the reason. Because even if he couldn't read minds, Harry's reaction didn't seem to be the kind of sadness caused by "disappointment" or "frustration".
Harry still didn't say a word, just shook his head.
r was just about to ask, "Then what are you sad about?", something Charles said to him while they were having tea rang in his mind.
["At this stage, it doesn't actually matter who is right or wrong. What matters is how you feel about each other."]
["If he is insecure, then you have to let him know that you need him."]
["What he cares about is what else you need and what help you need. Your rejection makes him feel insecure."]
After thinking about it, r fell silent.
"I don't know what I did wrong," he said seriously after a long time, "But! Listen! My original intention was not to tell you things and then make you - make you unhappy!"
r stood up again.
He walked slowly to Harry and sat on the table, face to face with Harry, keeping eye level. He reached out and pulled gently, just like they did when they were at school.
This time, he didn't use much force, but Harry slowly moved the pillow away from his face. A face emerged from behind the pillow, and he met those green eyes with red circles.
"You didn't make me unhappy," Harry said. He tried hard to smile, but the corners of his mouth dropped. "It's just... I made a hint to myself before I saw you."
"Hint?" R frowned.
"When I had a fever, Dad helped me make a simple seal of the information I knew," Harry breathed and said slowly, as if he would faint if he spoke too quickly, "My memory has been shocked. , accepting some new information may affect the normal operation of my memory, so my dad did some processing for me before and simply sealed it up. They... were not deep. Then, I did it to myself A hint - if you are willing to tell me the answer, those memories will be opened. If you feel it is not the time yet, they will be sealed with other information."
r had to take a few more deep breaths. If he didn't do this, he was afraid that Harry would be angry and pass out.
——What kind of strange operation is this? Is this what normal people should do when accepting something? ! Is this "I can do whatever I want"? To hell with him!
"So you just-" r squeezed out a sentence through his teeth, "finally accepted this? Ha! Then I might as well not tell you!"
Harry closed his eyes.
"It's better to tell me," he said softly. "I'm glad to know the truth. Even if it...it does make me sad."
r opened his mouth, wanting to ask him why he was sad, but Harry took the initiative to come over, stretched out his hand to hold his face, and stared at him.
"I know - my knowledge and my experience tell me that you are actually two different people. He may have no way back and has nowhere to go," Harry's voice became softer and more fragile towards the end of the sentence. "But when I think about him being "r" too, I just...I can't help but think about what he said and what he did. I can't help but wonder, why didn't I talk to him more? "
All thoughts were stuck in my mind at this moment. He held his breath and could not utter a word.
"I was just confused before because some of Professor Felton's words and actions didn't make sense to me," Harry said. "Now I understand - I understand everything. Then I understand another thing."
"What?" r heard himself ask quickly.
"He has never been a happy person." Harry gently scanned R's face with his calm eyes. Every minute and every second, he felt gratified by the vividness and vitality of this face, " He lived, he did things, but he was... unhappy. He was miserable. Everything he valued in life had left him, and he... he was unhappy, r."
r didn't even know how he retorted - he agreed with Harry's statement, but was a little jealous of Felton.
Although he didn't need this kind of sympathy, he hoped from the bottom of his heart that Harry's sentimentality wouldn't be shared with irrelevant people. Regardless, for Harry, this was an emotion that was enough to touch his tear ducts.
"His misfortune is self-inflicted." He said sourly, "He never made any effort. There is nothing to sympathize with. Everyone has to pay the price for what they choose."
In this regard, r can proudly say that he has done much better than him! !
Harry shook his head: "But he's also - also a you, an r."
r choked.
"If you dare to say that this person is even remotely similar to me -" He glared, wanting to warn Harry not to bring them together, but the next second, Harry, who was just holding his face, hugged him.
He froze in this embrace.
"I know, I know." Harry said forcefully on his shoulder, "He - he's not you. You have different life experiences. He's not another friend of mine, like, he helps me, but In his eyes, "Harry" was like another person. But, but—"
He let go, his emerald eyes sparkling. He looked at r so seriously and nervously that the latter could even feel his hand on his shoulder shaking slightly, as if the r would break if he was not careful.
"——But when I think about this person being r, it's hard for me
Pass. Harry murmured ever so slightly.
There may be many unfortunate people in this world who live in pain. However, Harry never thought that this person could be R, or rather, could be R.
rWhat kind of life should I have?
Harry didn't know how to give a standard answer to this question.
But Harry knew that even though sometimes he didn't know how to deal with some complicated issues that might go beyond friendship, he loved this friend who sat across from him and never let go of him. Even though he has many friends, including Anda, Peter, Jean, TT, Sean, Alex, Herone, Ron... But it's unfair to say that in Harry's heart, r is the most special one among this group of people.
Harry couldn't imagine a life without R as his friend. He was his absolute best friend, had many qualities of his own, and Harry never doubted that he would become a good adult.
r should not be unfortunate. He should grow up healthily, should be free and unburdened to choose what he wants to do, and be happy about it. He has elders who love his children, loyal friends of the same age, magic and wealth to accompany him, and an unknown future.
He shouldn't have turned into a Felton. A man bound by loss and obsession. He shouldn't have suffered like that.
How could the life of a man named rMalfoy end up like that?
Harry was grateful to Felton, truly grateful, because the professor had taken many risks to teach and guide him and r, and in Cairo, the professor had also contributed a lot.
However, respecting Felton does not mean that he agrees with what Felton showed!
Once he connected this r with Felton, Harry's heart would instantly sink into the deep sea - what a feeling it was, cold, dark, everything was suffocating, so terrifying that he couldn't help but feel think.
There was a bleak story behind Felton's calm expression. Even if Harry couldn't see the whole story, his tear ducts would collapse at any time and he would shed tears in shame.
There wasn't a very specific reason, but Harry just couldn't calm down. Speaking of which, it might be unspeakable. Harry thought that he would feel sorry for this person, feel guilty, and even feel quite burdened, because according to r, Felton came for him and took risks for him. But Harry asked himself, were these the most intense emotions he was feeling right now?
No.
——R shouldn’t have to suffer like this. This is his most intense and important thought right now.
It shouldn't be. This shouldn't be the case. There are thousands of assholes in this world, and they all have reasons for being unfortunate, and this person should not be r.
And Felton, who told them about this possibility...
Harry closed his eyes and thought about the little bit of Felton again. Finally, his memory fixed on two plates of cakes.
In the gap between life and death, two plates of cakes were placed on the table. Felton asked him to choose one of them and leave the other plate to R.
Harry thought about it here, trying to dig out clues from memory -but he said so much, and he was still in a silent look.
"Listen," R holds Harry's shoulder, "That's not -that is not me, you know? You can't have any burden, just see him as someone else! The experience of me and me is different! Oh my god! , So I don't want to tell you so clearly! Know what these are good for you?! "
He waved his hands: "Others know that the future is lucky. I and you know that this shit future is just a burden! I would rather never know this kind of break!"
But I don't want you to bear alone. Harry said silently in his heart. Thinking of those days in the past, R was silently endured such pressure. Without telling anyone, Harry couldn't speak sadly.
But he knows, this is R
Carefulness is good intentions.
"I beg you," R gritted his teeth and said, "You are normal -if you are angry, you will beat me -don't look like this."
"I have no problem." Harry wiped his eyes, "No problem ... this is just a moment of reaction." Just for a while. "
fart. R said in his heart, then turned his eyes and looked around. After speaking for so long, his throat was able to get angry, so he took a cup of tea to drink.
At this moment, Harry hit him with another question.
"R," Harry lowered his head and looked at his hand and said, "You said, what was Professor Felton did, and we had that kind of link?"
R's hand stopped and clenched his teeth.
"I don't know well," he desperately stabilized. He didn't want Harry to feel wrong. "I only know that it links everything in our link, including life. Why, what do you know?" What do you have? "
Harry glanced at him -the eyes meaning unknown, but he panicked.
"That's a linked soul partner." Harry said without hesitation, "This is what the mysterious affairs department tells me."
Snap.
The cup in R's hand fell to the ground.
…………
When the wheelchair was pushed into the study, Erik raised his head from a bunch of documents. He glanced at the person in the wheelchair, without talking, just snorted coldly.
Sitting at him was EA just rescued not long ago. Although she was tortured, she still "maintained" her glory, dripping from the appearance to her expression, and a white dress with her makeup, making her look beautiful and elegant while capable. I saw her seeing Charles, and the original lazy look immediately became serious.
She almost stood up immediately, took a few steps to Charles, and reached out.
"I know that there are many old grievances between us, and I have done something that hurts you and your friend. You may not want to listen to me," she said, "But I still want to express my gratitude in person. Your help, even if I have the hardness of diamonds, will become a "sample" in the "laboratory". "
Charles glanced at her lightly, saying it cold or hot: "Your life is no different from the life of others -as for the rest, you should thank your boss."
After that, he didn't hold EA's hand, and continued to manipulate the wheelchair to a long table in the room.
"I think our theme today is not to eat." Charles glanced at the plates with rich food on the table, and said with irony.
He intentionally let his son avoid these people temporarily, so when Erik asked for a conversation, he asked his son to talk to his cousin in advance. Before coming in, he did not expect to see a table dinner in the place where the conversation.
Being ignored, EA did not show embarrassment or dissatisfaction. She walked at the table extremely naturally, smiled slightly, instead of her boss: "Just express a little gratitude. In the help of your help to me, and the plan that we will cooperate in the future, I think it is a relaxed atmosphere when talking about the conversation. It is taken for granted, and now it is dinner time. "
Speaking, she chose a bottle in a few bottles of wine on the table, opened it in person, poured three glasses of wine, and raised one of them.
"I heard that you have a son," EA raised his toast. "I also heard that he is quite healthy, handsome, and talented. I really feel happy for you to have such a child. "
As soon as the words fell, the "understanding, gentle and considerate" person in her mouth cast a very deterrent look to her.
"If you have to be happy for this, I also hope that you can rot this matter into your stomach." Charles did not hide my boredom on this kind of conversation style. "I don't like you and your boss to see it. His "talent". "
"This has nothing to do with talent," EA lifted
I sat down with the wine glass, "Just after this experience, I think there are still more good people in the world. I heard that your son is sick, is he okay? Ah, don't worry, don't worry, your son's related related to your son I have ordered the news to block. For his safety, people who have seen him will close your mouth tightly. "
As the deputy of the Brotherhood, one of the main upper levels of handling affairs, of course, she knows why Charles says so worried, and also knows how to master the news and keep secrets.
"" It's better to be a good person in this world "? I'm so curious why you know this truth until now. Charles said with a smile, "And, how does my son have nothing to do with you, thank you for your concern."
Erik secretly warned EA once with his eyes and knocked on the table with his index finger.
"The most urgent thing is not the son of Charles." He said in the tone of the most official public public, "but those children. We talked about this problem last time."
"You can't have more children who are trafficked." Charles crossed his hands, put it on his knees, and said directly, "We also have to rescue children who have disappeared before the beginning. Whether they are a variant or not, I can't sit at the children and be hurt by the child. .”
"As long as you use the main brain, we can find those people," Erik is straightforward, "it, and the traffic line that trauls in, can disappear in this world immediately."
"Then? You wipe out the first one, the second one, the third one," Charles is too lazy to give birth, he said lightly, "Such a solution can solve the fundamental problem. Seeing your behavior, those people, those people Next time, it will only increase money investment, and even intensify existing contradictions, so that the government will further stand opposite the mutant. "
Fear is the motivation of those people. When those people see others, some people who may not be different from you are simply killed by the mutant and killing chickens. Of course, they will fear their safety day and night, and then send hope in science. Human weapons.
"But this can deter everyone who wants to be enemy with the mutant." Erik's eyes are like a torch. "They will know which party should not be the enemy next time. Since we will never obey the so -called government, of course, they will stand in us Opposite, ordinary people in the government will only care about them low, fear of our natural talent -your so -called peace thoughts will never be realized, charles. "
Charles did not argue with him, but just sneered.
"I have sent a person," EA inserted into the conversation in a timely manner. "I have inquired about some families that may have variants from similar channels. As long as they continue to watch, they can catch them Tail. If you do clean enough, the investigation and rescue will not have a great impact on the current situation. "
For a person nicknamed "White Queen", this is a quite gentle solution.
"This is some neighborhoods we have already caught clues." EA pushed the information on the side slightly. "You may be interested in knowing. If necessary, we still want to get your help."
"Of course." Charles said. After all, this is the purpose of his cooperation with Erik. In this regard, as long as he thinks it is necessary, he will not refuse.
His sight was cast on the top of the top. A candid photo attached to the top of the paper, a child with a dark hair, gloomy expression, and wearing coat is standing unhappy in the camera. One of his hands stretched out and was looking for zero employees.
Next to the photo, he clearly marked his address-
——The Nineteenth Lane of Spider.
