Jarvis who has seen through everything

Harry, who was pulling weeds, paused, and turned his head to look suspiciously.

Jarvis stood outside the fence and waved to him with a smile.

Harry's pupils dilated and his mouth became O-shaped. He staggered to his feet and said excitedly, "Yes, Mr. Jarvis Stark?"

"Just call me Jarvis." Jarvis nodded, seeing that Harry had already put on the glasses he gave him, he asked with a smile, "Do you like the glasses?"

"I like it!" Harry nodded vigorously, looking a little excited, "Thank you for sending me this."

Jarvis looked at Harry's messy hairstyle and couldn't help but raised his hand to rub it. The latter was stunned by his movement, and Jarvis withdrew his hand when he wanted to break free.

"Won't you invite me in to sit down?"

Harry wanted to nod subconsciously, but he suddenly remembered that this was his aunt's house, so he couldn't help hesitating, "When..."

"Harry!—" At this moment, a high-pitched female voice sounded, and the two looked over, only to see Mrs. Dursley sticking her head out of the window, squinting her eyes and frowning, she shouted "Who are you talking to?!—"

Harry was a little embarrassed, and he looked at Jarvis cautiously, and saw that the latter didn't show any expression of surprise, but greeted his aunt in a graceful manner.

Jarvis smiled at the people in the room and said, "Hi Ma'am, I'm sorry to disturb you."

Jarvis's over-politeness made Petunia hesitate, because at first when she saw Harry Potter talking to a stranger, she thought it was another freak like Harry, but obviously those freaks Titus has never greeted himself so politely.

"Hello... sir." Petunia looked at him hesitantly and nodded.

Then she closed the window and went to the door.

"I'm sorry—" Harry pressed his hand hard on his stomach uneasily, and opened the gate of the fence in the yard to let Jarvis in.

Jarvis patted him on the shoulder reassuringly.

At this time, Mrs. Dursley had already opened the door of the house, and only then could she take a closer look at Jarvis.

Seeing the other party's completely ordinary clothes, Petunia breathed a sigh of relief, and then narrowed her eyes again.

Although Jarvis is not a ostentatious person, he always wears the best clothes. Even if the style is a little plain, he only wears the latest models, and the watch he is wearing is also the latest men's model this month. Mechanical watches are expensive.

As soon as Penny turned her eyes, she could see that Jarvis was a rich and decent person. Most importantly, she didn't see the little wooden stick that disgusted her on Jarvis.She suddenly smiled, softening her harsh face a little.

"Good morning sir, what can I do for you?"

"I was entrusted by a friend to help him pick up Harry." Jarvis said straightforwardly, with a gentle smile on his face, "Tomorrow is the day when Harry starts school. I'll pick him up."

Petunia's body tensed instantly, her expression drooped immediately, and she clutched the door frame tightly. She asked nervously, "Who are you? Are you the same freak as him?!—"

Immediately, Harry's face became even more ugly.

Jarvis's smile faded slightly, and he said, "Don't be nervous, Mrs. Dursley, I'm just an ordinary person."

"Then why are you hanging out with him?!" Petunia demanded.

"Because my friend asked me to help pick him up." Jarvis replied with a good temper: "And Harry is also my friend."

"That……"

"Mother!--"

Petunia wanted to say something more, but a loud voice suddenly came from the living room, "Who are you talking to at the door, I'm hungry! I want mashed potatoes!"

"Come right now baby." Penny immediately responded in a sweet and cloying tone. After a pause, Penny looked Jarvis up and down, and finally turned sideways and said, "Come in."

Jarvis nodded and walked in with Harry.

"Come to my room." Harry whispered to him.

"Okay." Jarvis agreed.

Walking into the living room, Jarvis immediately saw a fat boy sitting on the sofa, playing the remote control in his hand impatiently.

Seeing someone coming in, Dali squinted his eyes and looked over. This action squeezed the fat on his face together. After seeing Jarvis's face clearly, he first showed a slightly blank expression, and then He suddenly jumped up and shouted excitedly: "Oh! You are that Jarvis Stark! The son of that Iron Man!—"

Penny, who was about to go into the kitchen to prepare mashed potatoes for her good son, stopped when she heard Dali, and looked at him suspiciously, "Baby, do you know him?"

"Oh my God! Of course I know him!" Dali yelled and ran towards Jarvis, "He's the son of that super rich Iron Man! A billionaire!"

Dali ran up to Jarvis and stopped abruptly, looking up at him. At this moment, he suddenly used the so-called etiquette he had seen on TV. He straightened his back and stretched out his hand to Jarvis, unable to hide Excitedly said: "Hi, I'm Dudley Dursley, nice to meet you, sir."

Harry next to him almost popped his eyes out.

Jarvis froze for a moment, then held his hand, "Hello, I'm glad you know me."

"So I didn't recognize the wrong person?" Dali asked cautiously: "Are you really the son of that Iron Man?"

"Yes, I am," Jarvis replied.

Petunia, who was standing at the door of the kitchen, made a short inhalation sound, and then suddenly covered her mouth.

Dudley seemed about to say something more, but before he could speak, Jarvis turned to look at Harry, "Take me to your room?"

Harry nodded quickly, and walked towards the stairs, "Here, on the second floor."

Jarvis nodded politely at the two and followed.

When Jarvis walked to the second floor, he could still hear the Dursleys talking.

"Dali, how did you recognize that he is the son of the billionaire?"

"Because he's on TV, and in newspapers! I'm a fan of Iron Man!"

"Yes son, I know this, and I bought you a set of Iron Man models last month."

"Why is he with Harry?!—"

"Don't be angry son..."

Harry closed the door to shut out their voices, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Harry's room was a bit empty, with only a bed, a desk, and a small cabinet. There were not many sundries, only some books and homework, and it was relatively tidy.

Harry pursed his lips, pointed to the chair in front of the table, and said, "Please sit down."

Jarvis sat down calmly, and picked up a Quidditch magazine on the table. On the cover, a stout boy with a gloomy face was turning a beautiful turn on a broom. Jarvis thought for a while. , found that he did not know this person.

"Did Professor Dumbledore ask you to come?" Harry asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Jarvis nodded, "I'm just going to go to No. 12 Grimaud, so the professor asked me to take you along."

"I'm sorry to trouble you." Harry hesitated for a moment, then said, "Also, thank you."

Jarvis froze for a moment, "You're welcome."

"No, it's not because of this." Harry shook his head, he raised his head, looked directly at Jarvis with emerald eyes under the glasses, and said, "Sirius scared me that day, but I later learned Because you told him the truth about his brother, and because of that, we destroyed one of Voldemort's Horcruxes, so thank you."

"This is what I should do." Jarvis smiled. He looked gently at the slightly disturbed young man in front of him, and said softly, "On the contrary, I forgot that it was supposed to be a joyful festival that day. Go to grief, and just hope that Sirius won't challenge me to a duel after seeing me for a while."

As he spoke, he winked mischievously at Harry.

Harry smiled, "That's not necessarily the case, I guess he wouldn't challenge you to a duel if you held the cookie. He's been telling me how delicious your baked cookies are."

Jarvis showed a slightly distressed expression, "Oh...then there's no other way, I didn't bring anything this time."

After speaking, both of them laughed.

"We all received your gifts, and we were all overjoyed." Harry said, "But Mrs. Weasley thinks the gifts you gave are too expensive, and she wants to take them away when you go to Grimaud again." Return those things to you."

"What?" Jarvis showed a slightly blank expression, "Which one?"

"Ron's pocket watch, and the investment in your letter to George and Fred." Harry replied, paused, and then said, "Hermione's is too precious to her."

Jarvis looked even more dazed now, and he blinked, "These things are just ordinary things, because I don't know them well, so I can only send some jewelry or decorations, the investment is Because I do want to invest in them, they have a great idea, and I admire them."

As the last member of the Potter family, Harry owns all the property of the Potter family. He always thought he was rich, but he didn't know what a real rich person is until he met Jarvis, especially when he was being After the other party unconsciously flaunted their wealth.

Harry took a deep breath, calmed down his sudden hatred for the rich, and said, "But Mrs. Weasley thinks those are too precious, especially when she sees the pocket watch you gave Ron with a whole After a ring of diamonds."

"Eh?" Jarvis thought for a while, "Then Mrs. Weasley must not know that her silk scarf is the most precious..."

Harry: "A silk scarf? I saw it, it's an orange one, but is that more expensive than a diamond-encrusted pocket watch?"

"Well——" Jarvis said lightly: "That's a new style that came out last month. If you look closely, it's all made of gold and real silk, and the glitter on it is not ordinary glitter. Well, many diamond fragments are fixed on it one by one, which is the same style as the Queen of England."

Harry gasped.

You rich people really know how to play. Now I don’t want to know the price of my glasses at all. I have a hunch that if I know, I won’t dare to wear them on my face.

But obviously Jarvis didn't intend to let Harry go, he suddenly looked at the glasses on Harry's face and said, "But these are nothing compared to your glasses."

"A diamond is actually the biggest lie in the world. It can only be used as an ornament, but the frame of this eye is made of a very rare special alloy material. Even a few tons of force cannot deform it, and the lens is the most High-quality bulletproof glass, and I have done experiments, even your spells will be reflected back when hit on it."

"And you must have found the button on it. The most advanced analysis chip and infrared function are placed on it. Even if someone uses the illusion spell, you can still find him, even if it is your invisibility cloak."

"During the battle, it will also analyze the opponent's combat route for you and help you win."

"And it has authentication functions, no one else can use these functions except you."

Jarvis showed a proud expression begging for praise, "I designed this by myself, do you like it?"

Harry felt his throat was a little rough, he opened his mouth, "...I like it very much, thank you—"

Jarvis gave a happy smile.

"Thank you for doing this for me, even though it's our first meeting..." Harry said sincerely.

Before entering Hogwarts, Harry had a bad life. He lived in a cupboard and was driven by the Dursleys like a house elf every day. When the admission notice arrived at the age of 11, his life took a huge turn.

He had friends, he had a teacher, he had wizards who radiated kindness towards him, and it gave him a huge sense of belonging.

But he still has the greatest gratitude for those kindnesses.

Because Jarvis has a lot of friendship with Harry in another world, it is natural for him to design the things he needs most, but these things are placed on Harry in this world-he has not completely escaped the hardships and pitiful The child—he, who was almost a complete stranger to him, prepared a gift for Harry with such care, and it was almost easy to move Harry.

Of course, Jarvis didn't know all this, he looked at Harry who suddenly fell silent, and said, "Pack up your luggage, I'll take you back to Grimaud later, if you hurry up, maybe we can just catch up for lunch. "

Harry nodded vigorously, gave Jarvis a big, slightly silly smile, and turned to pack his things.

Jarvis looked at Harry's busy figure, this Harry was much cuter than the adult who would grow up in the future——

The author has something to say: When I was writing HP, I was so excited. For my little dragon, I was still trying to find a way to insert a plot into it. As for your R treasures, because I really don’t know how to solve this type of plot. It is difficult to write, and he will probably show his face recently, and then wait silently for the copy of Criminal Minds.

muah!

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