Bart Allen.
The boy with amazing speed from the future.
He walked quickly through the long gentle slope outside the castle of Hogwarts.
He walked towards the Quidditch field, where Blue Beetle Haimei and the Red Witch of Marvel Academy were training a group of fourth-year wizards as teaching assistants. Bart stood aside and watched.
He noticed that the pair of red-haired twins were distracted by the training and winked at him.
He returned a grimace and then focused on Haimei.
Haimei Reyes, the third generation of Blue Beetle, was seventeen years old.
He was five feet eight inches tall, and his pupils and skin color were a little darker than his friends.
His facial features were also a little more pronounced than the others.
Bart guessed that he was at least a quarter Spanish, and then secretly wondered why he had not discussed this with Haimei.
The little wizards who were allowed to use wands fought with Haimei who had activated Kajira. Haimei could still handle it.
However, it was obviously more difficult than last month. The teenager behind the mask could not help but feel a little happy. This proved his teaching ability. After knocking down the last student, Haimei bent down and helped him up.
The freckled red-haired boy smiled and winked at him, indicating that he should look to the side.
Haimei then noticed Bart waving at him from the sidelines.
He could not help but take off his mask and smile.
Bart returned an even brighter smile.
After the class,
Haimei greeted Shazan and walked over to Bart. She ruffled the blonde boy's hair even more. "Why are you here already? Have you eaten? "
Bart resisted a little, and then glared at Haimei. Eat, eat, eat! Does our lightning family only know how to eat?!
Of course. Haimei smiled and held both of Bart's wrists. "Let's go. I promised to treat you to good food at Hogsmeade today."
Bart pretended to struggle a little, but when he heard the words "good food", his eyes immediately lit up. He immediately turned the situation around and held Haimei's hand, while his other hand held the back of Haimei's neck. "Don't go back on your word!"
Hogwarts students were usually not allowed to go to Hogsmeade. Although there was no explicit requirement for international students, everyone generally obeyed the rules, except for some students with special abilities, such as those who could stop time or move faster than the speed of sound.
Therefore, Bart could walk on the streets of Hogsmeade openly with a mint feather candy in his left hand and a bag of colorful chocolate beans in his right hand. Hai Mei, on the other hand, was carrying bags of snacks as she followed Lightning Brat (the second generation) and helplessly watched him sneak into another shop.
"Bart, can't you wait for me?" Haimei sighed and followed him. In the blink of an eye, she was pulled into a small cubicle by Bart. The lightning boy said excitedly, "Hurry up, Haimei. The shop owner told me that as long as we stand here, he can take photos of us. Do you know that photos in the magic world can be moved?"
"Wait, slow down. My ears don't have super hearing …"
"Look here, Hai Mei!" Barter pulled Hai Mei aside and smiled widely at the wall with the black curtain hanging on it. "Smile for a blue beetle ~"
At first, Haimei had no choice but to cooperate with Bart. But after two poses, she became interested. She used her height advantage to press Bart's head and glared at him like a boss. Then, she supported herself against the wall with one hand and pinned Bart in between. In the end, she was so happy that she even made a picture of the Titanic …
Hai Mei looked through the photos one by one, but she still felt a little regretful. "It's a pity that I can't use Kajira to take pictures." Transforming into a blue beetle in a wizard village would probably affect diplomacy.
"This chocolate is blue. Here you go." Bart tiptoed and stuffed a candy into Hai Mei's mouth. Then, he snatched the photo from Hai Mei's hand and looked at it. He exclaimed, "Sure enough, I look so handsome whether I'm in uniform or not!"
"Handsome? You? " Hai Mei questioned exaggeratedly. She then compared herself to Bart's height and smiled without saying a word. Before Bart got angry, she bent down and reached out to touch Bart's stomach. She said seriously, "But you've eaten so much. Even if you don't grow vertically, you should be growing horizontally, right?"
When Hai Mei's hand reached out, Bart stiffened for a moment. It was so fast that the older boy did not notice it. He was slightly puzzled. "You didn't gain weight. Sure enough, your family's metabolism is amazing!"
He lifted his leg and pretended to kick Hai Mei. Then, Bart grabbed Hai Mei's hand and dragged her to the next shop. "Let's go. Harry told me to bring three brooms to Hogsmeade!"
"Three brooms? Take it easy, Bart. Minors are not allowed to enter the bar! "At least, that was the case in the muggle world.
But Ms. Rosmerta still brought a glass of butter beer for each of the two children. Bart picked it up and took a sip of the foam. He then smiled at Hai Mei. "You know that people in my family don't get drunk, right?"
Hai Mei shook her head solemnly. "No discussion. Just one glass. Otherwise, Wally will throw me into the Pacific Ocean!" Then, she smiled helplessly and raised her glass to show Bart that her mouth was foaming.
"Wow!" Bart quickly licked the foam clean and then continued to look at the photo they had just taken. The two boys in the photo were smiling happily, carefree and a little silly.
While Bart was looking at the photo, Hai Mei ordered two more pies and a glass of milk. "Even if you've been eating snacks for two hours, it's just snacks, not a meal!"
Bart did not mind. To be precise, as long as it was food, he was fearless. But there was one thing he was curious about. "Are you always like this? I mean, uh, Wally asked you to take care of me. Do you really take care of me like Uncle Reyes? "
Hai Mei smiled and shrugged. Then, she realized that she had to answer the question cautiously. "Of course, that's part of the reason. After all, Hai Mei Reyes, Blue Beetle, doesn't have super speed, and can't grow or shrink. I'm a professional for a hundred years. But … you know, we're kind of friends, right? I mean, taking care of you is not as boring as being a soldier. "
Bart's eyes sparkled as he leaned forward. "Are you saying that you like me?"
Hai Mei's face suddenly turned red. She stuttered. "Hey, Bart …"
"Didn't you say we're friends?" Bart moved closer to Hai Mei with two pies between them. "Friends naturally like each other, right?"
"Uh … yeah, friends. That's right, like between friends …" Hai Mei felt the temperature on her face return to normal. She was secretly glad that her skin color was a good disguise under the candlelight.
"What are you thinking, buggy?" Bart's eyes were sharp. He sat back in his seat and blinked innocently as he ate. "Even if this is the British Rotten Country, it doesn't mean we have to develop a gay relationship, okay? It's not that I explicitly reject this kind of thing! "
Hai Mei felt that she could not sit still anymore. "Let's end this topic, okay?" She took a big gulp of butter beer.
Bart moved to her side with super speed. "You have foam on your mouth … I say, since we're friends, can I ask you a question?"
"What?" Hai Mei felt that Bart always liked to lean on other people. Just like now, he could clearly communicate across the table, but he just had to lean on other people's shoulders to talk. Hai Mei felt that she could smell the smell of butter and wine on the lightning boy.
"Did you … see it?"
Bart's voice was very soft, like the foam in the beer. Hai Mei almost thought that she had misheard him. "What did you say?"
Looking at the clear confusion in the blue beetle's eyes, Bart pursed his lips and continued to ask, "On Halloween, did you see it?"
This time, Hai Mei was really confused. "See what?"
Bart stared at Hai Mei for a while, almost causing Blue Beetle to lean back until he fell to the ground. Bart then heaved a sigh and looked up at the sky. "It seems that you really didn't see it. I'm very sure that a little witch was throwing flirtatious glances at me that day!"
Hai Mei did not know whether to laugh or cry. "Little witch? You mean Polly Gardner? "
= = = A dividing line = = =
After lying down, Ginny dipped her long hair into the water. Her bright red hair quickly floated up like a colorful jellyfish. A pair of slender and well-defined hands quickly scooped up her hair and carefully applied the shampoo. Soon, a large pile of white foam appeared between her hands and her hair.
"I say, idiot Professor Lockhart, if you're fired, it's not a bad idea to open a hair salon!" Ginny sighed as she felt the pressure on her head. "You can't sell your book anyway, right?"
"Ginevra is so cruel!" Lockhart said in an exaggerated aria. "Mr. Locke doesn't belong to you alone. Mr. Locke belongs to everyone."
"Oh? Like Diana? "Ginny raised her head." Tell me about it. I want to hear it. "
"Close your eyes. Don't let the foam in." Lockhart scooped up a small wooden spoon and rinsed the foam in Ginny's hair. Then, he carefully applied conditioner for her. Ginny, who had closed her eyes, was still urging Lockhart to tell her the story. The blond man smiled and said slowly, "Why don't you read it yourself? My story or someone else's story?"
Ginny frowned slightly and stopped talking. Lockhart rinsed her hair thoroughly and picked up a large towel to dry her hair. Then, he let Ginny sit on another chair to dry her hair.
Ginny's hair was fiery red. Even in Weisles' house, it was the reddest color. It was an extremely beautiful fiery color. When it reflected the candlelight, it was even more shocking. Lockhart took a wooden comb and combed Ginny's hair. The girl casually picked up a book on the table in front of her, flipped to the bookmark section, and began to read, "The Lake Fairy let her hair, as black as ebony, down from the window. It was Monday, and the hair floated out of the window. This kind of motif — long hair falling down from the high window — I believe is very ancient. Her mentality was: What do I hope to get? One day, my prince will come, and a miracle will break into the lake of the Lake Fairy … "
This was the content of Ginny Weisles' confinement today.
Of course, Lockhart was not in the mood to wash her hair every time. Most of the time, he would ask her to help him reply to the fans' postcards. Or, when Lockhart was replying to the fans' letters, she would sit at the side and read.
But at some point in time, Lockhart stopped giving Ginny chocolate.
Ginny had deliberately tried to open the box, and Lockhart also used his wand (who knew where he got it from!) to slap her. Ginny's hand and said, "Not much! Really not much! "
Perhaps there really wasn't any left, Ginny thought. After all, they had all turned into the parchments in Lockhart's box.
When Lockhart was preparing for class, Ginny lay across from him and kept drawing on the paper. Lockhart looked up a few times and saw Ginny biting on a red pencil in a daze. He couldn't help but look over and ask, "What are you drawing, Ginevra?"
Ginny refused to show him. She reached out and pushed Lockhart's big face back. She said seriously, "I'm not drawing — I'm writing my own story!"
Lockhart was speechless. "Even I can't see it?"
"You can't!" Ginny put away the paper and pen in her bag, jumped off the chair, opened the door, and left. "Idiot Professor Lockhart, goodbye!"
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