The next day, as soon as Harry opened the door to his room, he was met with Neville's aggrieved round face.
The little fatty seemed to have some resentment towards Harry. "Harry … Do you dislike me?"
What？ Harry did not think he was a scumbag. He hurriedly asked, "What do you mean?"
Neville's smile looked like he was about to cry. "Then why didn't you come back to sleep for two days? I know you came back last night.
Harry.
I sleep very well, I don't snore … "
So that was it. Harry let out a sigh of relief.
He explained, "The day before yesterday, Principal Kolssen had something to do with me. He wanted me to check if a recent case was the work of wizards. Yesterday, I was asked to help by Professor Snape …"
Hearing Snape's name, the Crucible Killer subconsciously trembled, and instantly understood Harry. "Ah, you're so pitiful."
You're so pitiful. "Even after coming to America, Professor Snape still wouldn't let Harry off.
Harry spread his hands.
Let's not talk about this. How was your shopping yesterday? "
This topic quickly diverted Neville's attention. The two talked as they walked towards the restaurant. Harry only just learned how intense the collision of wizard culture and super-British culture had been in the past two days. Compared to the conservative British magic world, the open-minded American magic world was indeed quite colorful. As the host, Quicksilver, Laser, and the others took the young wizards out early in the morning yesterday. From shopping, they bought everything from shampoo to socks. Anyway, they swiped Professor Xavier's card ~\\ (≧ ▽ *)/~ and watched "Philadelphia Stories" near the mall.
At this time, Tom Hank was still considered young.
Enjoying the sound and light of the big screen was not comparable to squeezing into a small room in Grimmauld Square to watch a DVD. After eating, shopping, and seeing enough, the few older boys (led by Warren) proposed a plan to go to the bar.
The underage boys were also encouraged to be in high spirits.
As a result, the girls were unable to stop the group.
"Um … the angel even performed a pole dance for us." Neville blushed.
He didn't know if it was because she felt excited or shy.
Anyway, Harry felt that it was quite exciting.
Unexpectedly, Neville immediately added, "Drac and Ron also wanted to have a dance competition, but they got drunk before it was their turn."
Those two brats … Harry thought of that Valentine's Day and felt a little complicated.
Speaking of Rod, Rod is here. As soon as Harry and Neville took their food and sat down, they saw Drac and Ron enter the dining room. They hurriedly greeted them and reserved a seat for them. When the two of them also took their plates and sat down, Harry found that the two of them didn't look very good. Ron had a black eye. It was obvious that Drac hit him. Harry didn't plan to ask, but Drac also looked dispirited. What was going on? It wasn't that Harry was biased, but he had seen Drac's strength. Even if she fought with her bare hands, she could take down Ron in ten moves.
So — "Drac, did you not sleep well last night?"
Drac didn't speak. Ron next to her plunged his head into the oatmeal and coughed violently.
Drac, who was dispirited, still had a sharp mouth. She sneered and threw him a cold smile, "I thought that no matter how poor you are, you would at least have seen oatmeal. I didn't expect you to be so impatient."
"You!" Ron pulled a tissue to wipe the oatmeal on his face. He gritted his teeth for a long time and finally spat out a word. But his face was already green.
"Hey, hey, hey, it's still early in the morning. Let's eat first." Harry habitually smoothed things over, but Drac and Ron's faces still didn't improve. Halfway through the meal, Ron took the plate to Percy's table. Percy, who just woke up from his hangover, seemed to be a little emotionally fragile. He was touched by the sudden brotherly love. After the meal, he pulled Ron aside and talked for a while.
Harry was very curious about what happened between the two last night, but he certainly couldn't get anything out of Drac. He had to turn his back to them and ask Neville, "What was going on in their room last night?"
Neville opened his mouth. He didn't quite understand Harry's meaning, "What do you mean?"
"That is..." Harry scratched his head and racked his brain to find an adjective, "Did you hear banging, banging, banging, or popping?"
Neville tried hard to recall, and said with uncertainty, "I think there was a 'bang bang bang' sound, then a 'bang bang bang' sound, and finally a 'pa' sound."
This movement... Harry recalled a little. First, it was a hand-to-hand fight on the floor, then the table and chairs were smashing each other. But what did the last "popping" mean?
Neville translated a little, "Probably one of them fell from the bed."
Oh, that was really a fierce battle. Harry shook his head and tried to get rid of the messy thoughts in his mind.
It was said that according to the itinerary discussed yesterday, Quicksilver and others were responsible for taking the wizards to the museum and the amusement park today. However, due to the drunken accident last night, although Professor X did not scold everyone, he revoked the leadership rights of Quicksilver, Warren, and Scott. The task of entertaining the guests fell on Bobby and Côte. One of them was serious, and the other was honest. It was indeed impossible for them to take a group of people to the sky. They could only take everyone for sightseeing, but they were relatively old-fashioned and boring.
As they walked from the Metropolitan Museum of Art to the American Museum of Natural History, Ron secretly complained to Harry, "I say, I feel like they are really here to visit!"
Ron was referring to Iceman and Night Walker, who were taking notes as they walked in front. Harry glanced at Hermione and Drac, who were listening to the commentary behind them, and smiled, "Why, did your artist personality leave?" He still remembered the days when Ron was sketching with a sketchpad all day long.
Ron growled, put his hands in his pockets and walked forward. Harry smiled and followed two steps, patting him on the shoulder, "Hey, did you really fight with Drac last night?"
Ron looked up at the distance between himself and the team in front of him and whispered, "Can't you see that my eyes are still bruised?"
Harry felt that he must be laughing bitterly now, "That was him hitting you, not you hitting him ~"
Ron glared at his bad friend and said fiercely, "Why didn't I hit him? I pulled his hair - "Before Harry had time to admire Ron's courage, he heard Ron grinding his teeth and said," And kicked his penis... "
Harry took a deep breath and staggered in a circle before asking in a low voice, "Where did you kick him?!"
Ron's face was white and red, and his expression was full of embarrassment and anger, "Then he gave me this punch!"
"This... this, you deserve it..." That was the Malfoy family's ancestral blond hair and penis.
Ron covered his face in despair and said in a muffled voice, "Didn't I apologize! I even gave him a massage! "
"..." Harry picked his ear, "What else did you say you did?"
"Apologize..."
"After that?"
"Rubbed..."
Seeing that Ron was about to knock his head on Monet's "Water Lily", Harry quickly stopped him and taught him the technique of hiding his face in his crotch.
After calming down a little, Harry still found it hard to understand, "What are you thinking? I thought the twins had already enlightened you? "With so many brothers in front of him, Ron's sex education should be pretty good.
However, the Weisles boy was very honest, "The twins said that if a boy feels uncomfortable, he has to rub it..."
"He rubs it himself..." And he did not mean this kind of "uncomfortable".
"Fred and George..."
"Shut up! That's something indescribable below the neck! " Harry interrupted Ron, and then sincerely said to his brother, "To be honest, you should keep this to yourself, don't tell me!" Even if Malfoy the Elder was very kind, he could still chase Ron all the way to Azkaban.
Ron turned pale with fright. "But you already know!"
"What do I know?" Harry stood up calmly and patted his sleeves, "I'm admiring other people's abstract paintings, ah, this composition, this color..."
"That, Harry... Monet is an impressionist painter, right?" Ze Ruo, who came out of nowhere, said hesitantly.
"..." Pretending not to see Ze Ruo, Harry walked forward hand in hand, "Ron, let's go see Picasso over there!"
Although they spent a lot of time in several museums, everyone was still looking forward to the amusement park. They were obviously a group of little wizards who could float and even fly with magic, but they were particularly interested in Muggle's roller coaster and Ferris wheel. Even Neville was eager to try. Harry looked at the long line of snake monsters and said lazily, "I'll just sit here."
Côte thought he was tired and said, "Ah, there is just a cold drink shop over there!"
Bobby didn't dare to let a child fall behind, "Then let's go and rest for a while." Besides, from the professor's attitude, this child named Harry didn't seem to be simple.
Harry saw Bobby's concerns and had to say, "No, you guys go and play. I'm a little afraid of heights, so I won't play such exciting projects."
It was a blatant lie, but Ron on the side said, "Don't worry, Harry will definitely not be lost!" What a joke, although Harry's grades were just so-so, his abilities were outstanding. There was nothing to say about his ability. Drac added coldly, "Professor Snape also can't let him get lost."
Seeing everyone like this, Bobby hesitated for a while because it was already close to evening. They couldn't go back too late.
At this time, a small hand raised from behind the crowd, "I'm a little tired too. Let's sit here with Harry for a while."
Everyone stepped aside, and the red-haired girl came forward. It was Ginny.
Although there didn't seem to be any difference between leaving two children and one child, it seemed that the safety factor was a little higher. Bobby didn't insist anymore. He just reminded again and took everyone to line up. The basilisk had grown another section!
He bought two ice creams from the ice stall on the side and handed one to Ginny. Harry looked around and thought, Where should I sit? Where should I sit?
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