[Deha] World Starlight

Ke watched Harry frowning, with tears streaming out of his green eyes, looking so painful, he was stunned, completely unaware that his face was wrinkled even more than Harry's.

He didn't know what to do, so he had to imitate his mother's action when he knocked him. He touched Harry's head with his little hand and said, "Baby don't cry, the pain is flying away", touched it again, and said "Baby Don't cry, fly away in pain"...

Harry couldn't react at all, but he felt dull that his head really didn't hurt so much as Draco touched it all at once...

Is it the little wizard's magic?Harry thought, reaching out and taking Draco's hand off his head.

Draco didn't dare to take back Harry's hand, but asked softly, "That...you, are you okay?"

How could it be all right? !

Looking at Draco's round face in front of him, Harry said in the same milky voice, "I'm just a little dizzy, nothing wrong."

"Sorry." Draco said.

Harry froze.

"I'll give you all my cookies, so don't be mad at me, okay?" Draco said flatteringly, "And don't tell my mother, okay?"

Harry looked into Draco's eyes, which were bigger than goldfish, and finally gave in. "...I won't tell your mother." Although he was a little ashamed to be bought by Malfoy's cuteness, Harry finally ignored the cuteness and educated Draco seriously, "But you can't do this in the future, really It hurts."

Hearing that the parents would not be sued, Draco's wrinkled little face finally let go, he nodded with a smile, agreed to Harry, and took his small towel to wipe Harry's milk-stained hair in a friendly manner , In the end, he even quietly summoned the elves to clean up the evidence.

Harry saw a talent in the boy.

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At the beginning of joining the WTO, the first fighting chance should be seized immediately. — Stendhal

Lily's mother is handsome! ! !

Draco's eyes.

["Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince" Chapter 6 (page 88) writes that "...a moment later, he (Malfoy) noticed in the mirror that Harry, Ron and Hermione were standing behind him. He Squinted pale gray eyes. . . . "

"Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince" Chapter 27 (page 434) writes "...under the green light of the Dark Mark, Harry saw Malfoy's pale eyes fixed on Dumbledore again.  … ..."]

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Pounce first and then counterattack determine CP, 23333333

The QAQ that came out in a hurry, I was still at home when I wrote this chapter, WiFi, unlimited electricity, I can eat whatever I want, and I won’t let you enter the building without an aunt at [-]:[-]... Wait until this chapter is published I have already attended class for a day, and time flies like an arrow in my heart...

The worst part is that this is the last complete chapter in my hand...

Xiaoba, who just finished writing the holiday practice report_(:з」∠)_

☆、Platinum Carrot Head Ⅰ

After small disputes, it is time to show friendship to each other. Children's friendship is as simple as that.Draco, who had never met other children, simply and directly threw out a topic he thought was the best to talk about: "Your name is Harry?" Draco looked up at Harry with his little head up, with a look of "I'm talking to you It's a reward for you", "Is there any point?"

"Then your name is Draco, does it make sense?" Harry asked immediately, "I really don't know where you want to ask such a question."

Draco wrinkled his small face, and looked at Harry with a puzzled expression: "Of course it has meaning. The names of children from wizard families all have meaning." He said proudly, "Draco is in Latin It means dragon in Chinese, and it also means Draco, which is in line with the tradition of wizarding families naming children with constellations. For example, my cousin Sirius Black and Regulus Black are both named after constellations .”

"I think it's a wizarding family that conforms to the pure-blood theory." Harry muttered, in fact, he wanted to say it was a dark wizard, but he didn't expect Draco to use Padfoot as an example, really.

"What did you say?" Draco saw Harry's lips moving, but couldn't hear what he said, and leaned his head to ask.

"Don't get so close all of a sudden." Harry stretched out his hand and gently pushed Draco's furry head. "I mean, can you just say your uncle's name directly? It's not polite at all."

Draco didn't expect that this little boy who came to his house for the first time dared to talk about himself, and puffed up his bun face angrily: "It's none of your business! You don't care about me!"

"Why is it none of my business?" Harry saw him angry, and unconsciously explained in a low voice, "Sirius is my godfather, do you think it's none of my business?"

"Eh?" Draco was surprised, "My cousin is your godfather, so I'm your brother? Your mother asked you to call me little brother just now, why didn't you call me little brother?"

Harry glared at him: "What does it have to do with you? What does it have to do with you?"

"What. Your mother told you to call me little brother." Draco approached Harry, his gray eyes still had a faint blue in the depths, he looked straight at Harry and said, " Just one call, just one call, I haven't had a younger brother yet..."

"Little..." Harry couldn't resist him, and opened his mouth with difficulty, "Little carrot head."

Draco's expectant little face deflated like a punctured balloon: "What, I just called my brother, why are you so coy..."

Harry listened to Draco's thoughts with a face full of helplessness... I am seventeen years old and call you brother or little brother, have you considered my feelings and said I am coddling!

"It's easy for you to say, then you call me little brother! Why don't you call me?"

In fact, what Harry wants to say is that at the age of 17, I have at least obtained a wizard's license and had two girlfriends. What kind of brother should I call you?I really want to ask if your head has been hit by a troll's mallet!

"..."

After Harry asked that sentence, Draco puffed his mouth and didn't speak, looking a little annoyed.

Looking at him, Harry suddenly didn't know what happened. He felt as if his heart had been hit lightly by something equally soft, and the somewhat sour liquid slowly filled his eye sockets and the tip of his nose...

This guy is just a bit of a nasty little radish right now...

Harry sniffed, and said somewhat unnaturally, "You...we're not that different anyway, you call me Harry, and I call you Draco." After he finished speaking, he thought for a while, Added another sentence, "Is this good?"

Draco raised his head to look at Harry's piercing green eyes, shook his head and refused: "It's not good! It's not too bad! You see you are so short, you only reach my shoulder, so you have to call me brother!"

"...!"

Smelly brat!What can you do without saying a few words!What do you mean by "it's up to your shoulders", open your eyes and see, okay?I'm clearly on your neck! ! !

"Why are you so..." Harry didn't know how to describe Draco's behavior, "So childish!"

"Aren't you a child too." Draco curled his lips, "Then what do you say is not a child, tell me."

"...Well, I am not a child like me," Harry planned to use himself as a model to educate Draco the carrot head, "I read books every day, and..."

"Reading?" Draco didn't believe it. "You're younger than me, so it's impossible for you to know how to read! Sometimes you still can't understand the words, you, stop bragging."

Padfoot!I need you!Harry, who was choked by Draco and had nothing to say, roared inwardly.

Maybe there is such a person in this world, you have an inexplicable fate with him (the first meeting in Diagon Alley), and you have different beliefs and boundaries that have to be drawn (in Hogwarts). A hand that Ci would never shake).For a long time, you were enemies who looked down on each other, but in the end, you subtly stood in the same camp and did essentially the same thing in different ways.

In this world, some things are just so subtle.

Like every subtle crease in the trousers of the greatest wizard, Merlin.

Draco stretched out his soft limbs, patted his mouth with his small hand, and yawned.

After yawning, Draco lay face down on the bed, his silky blond hair slid loosely across his face.His eyelashes were long and thick, and the same light golden color as his hair, and there was no arrogance, no disdain, and no malice in his eyes.

Harry looked at Draco's pale blue eyes, and for the first time had such a strong sense of reality in someone who had nothing to do with "before"...

Draco Malfoy.

"Hello." Harry fell beside Draco, "Do you know who the oldest wand maker in the wizarding world is?"

Draco looked up at him with pale eyes, but said nothing.

"Do you know the truth behind all the witch burnings in wizarding history?"

Draco propped up his upper body on his small arms and looked straight at Harry.

Harry looked straight into those eyes without flinching, although he didn't know what to fear in the face of a non-magical child.

"A simple question, do you know who the four founders of the school you will attend in the future—Hogwarts—are?" Harry put his arms around his arms, his tone full of disbelief, "You don't even know that, do you?"

After saying this, Harry began to wait smugly for Draco to look at him with adoring eyes, praising himself for his knowledge...

Draco rolled over, changed positions, and yawned again, tears welling up in his eyes. "Okay, okay, I believe you have read the book..." He rubbed his eyes, and then said, "Now I'm going to take a nap, don't you want to sleep?"

Harry felt as if he tried his best to cut a jumping bean in Potions class, but suddenly found that it was a bad bean after cutting the knife. .

This feeling of hitting the cotton pile with a fist is really bad!

Pressing the soft bed, Harry said without a stand, "Of course I slept."

Draco glanced at him, but covered Harry with his sleeping blanket.

Harry also unceremoniously accepted the quilt from Draco.

This guy was pretty good when he was a kid.Harry thought to himself, smelling the familiar scent of milk on the blanket.

The infection from Draco seemed to have just arrived, Harry pulled the quilt up, yawned too, and fell asleep after a while.

He didn't know that after he fell asleep, Draco, who was lying next to him, looked at him deeply for a while, wondering why this green eye who was smaller than him knew more than he did.

After tossing and turning in his mind for a while, Draco silently decided that after this annoying green eye is gone, he must ask his mother to bring him a few books to read, at least to know what the green eyes are asking. .

This time I can use the nap to fool me, what if the green eyes come to my house again next time and ask questions again?

Draco felt that he was deeply in a crisis, and vaguely felt that his future life might be changed because of this green eye.

He looked at the sleeping Harry, his little head seemed unable to think of anything more, and his eyelids were getting heavier...

Narcissa closed the door gently, careful not to make a sound, Lily stood behind her and looked at Harry and Draco who were sleeping soundly, a hanging heart finally let go.

"The children get along very well," Narcissa said to Lily.

"Yeah." Lily smiled softly, "Let's bring them food when they wake up."

The hot sun at two or three o'clock in the afternoon came through the glass windows, bringing warmth, while the snow and cold outside the windows were blocked outside.

Draco stretched, feeling the fur of the blanket on his hands and feet.

He opened his eyes, and unexpectedly sank into a pool of emerald green with water-color ripples.

The owner of those green eyes is still awake, Draco suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a green-eyed kid brought by his mother to his home in the morning, it seems that the green-eyed kid's mother and his mother are schoolmates... Hey, it seems like a wizard There is only one school in the world.

"Hi, good afternoon, Draco." Harry smiled, rolled his eyes and greeted happily.

"Hmm." Before Draco could react, "Good afternoon, Harry."

The two children who woke up were like two hungry rabbits, gnawing on the cookies without letting go, and the finely crushed biscuit crumbs inevitably fell on the bed.

The biscuit plate gradually emptied, save for some biscuit crumbs at the bottom.

"By the way, Harry." Draco didn't seem quite used to calling him that, "Do you like Quidditch?"

"Quidditch?" Harry swallowed the biscuit in his mouth, "I like Quidditch best, my godfather, oh, your cousin, he gave me a baby broom on my birthday, it's my favorite Love the gift!"

"Oh, I have that too. I forgot whether there are two or three. We can play together later."

Just when Harry was about to fall into a strange hatred of the rich (it felt like when he had the light wheel 2000 given by Professor McGonagall, but Draco's father bought the light wheel 2001 for the whole Slytherin), Draco The second half of Coe's sentence managed to draw Harry's attention entirely away.

"Yeah!"

"Baby Harry." Lily came in with two cups of hot milk in her hand, "Did you and Draco have a good time?"

"Mom, Draco just said that he would play broomsticks with me later, we can find a ball to simulate Quidditch!" Harry took the milk and took a big gulp, imprinting a milky white semicircle on his mouth.

Draco said "thank you" before taking the milk that Lily handed over.

"Mom, you came just in time. We just finished eating the cookies and the milk came." Harry smiled at Lily.

"Mommy knows Harry wants milk." Lily kissed Harry's little cheek.

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Live with integrity and don't let your imagination run wild! — Dostoevsky

Most Black family characters are named after stars, such as Sirius from the constellation Canis Major.Regulus is the brightest star in the constellation Leo

The name "Draco" probably comes from Draco, the first legislator of Athens who created a harsh law."Draco" means dragon or snake in Latin, and "Draco" also means Draco, which is in line with the tradition of naming children with constellations in black wizard families. (Taiwan version translates as: Mafen; Humanities Society translates as: Malfoy) The name may come from the French "malfoi" or "malfoy", which means dishonest, unfaithful, or bad beliefs.

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival everyone~!A long-lost update~ (Although borrowed from the Internet _(:з」∠)_)

☆、Platinum Carrot Head II

In a hearty baby broom Quidditch just one meter off the ground, Harry managed to get off the broom…attracted by Narcissa's freshly baked buns and biscuits.

Harry, with a bun in his mouth, smiled apologetically at Draco who was still full of ideas: "Well, it's not interesting to fly around the house, you can come to my house in summer, there is a big place behind my house to have fun What about Quidditch?"

Draco got off the broom despite being a little unhappy.

"Well, okay, I'll go and play with you in the summer." Although no matter what, your house can't be bigger than mine.

Harry agreed with a smile.

You can still remember who I am in summer.But in fact, he thought so in his heart.

Harry and Draco sat on the couch, listening to the two mothers talk about what happened at Hogwarts.

But it's nothing, Lily usually talks about James and his four mischievous deeds, and Narcissa sometimes talks about things that happened in Slytherin, such as when Regulus was in school because one of them was in Granville. Fendor's brother gets bullied by some Slaters extremists - but no one can take advantage of a duel with Sirius.

Harry dangled his legs on the sofa, wondering how Sirius held on in that era of Hogwarts.

Draco reached out for a piece of butter bun, turned his head to see Harry sitting next to him holding the bun, wondering what he was thinking.

Strange green-eyed imp.Draco took a bite of the bun.

"By the way," Narcissa suddenly changed the subject, "You know Sirius works in the Ministry of Magic, right? In the Department of Prohibited Muggle Items."

"Muggle Artifacts Research and Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Division," Lily said.

"Yes, that's it. I can't always remember the name." Narcissa took a sip of coffee. "It's not peaceful recently. They are the busiest in the entire Ministry of Magic except for the Auror and Printing Departments."

"I also sent Sirius a letter in the morning, and he should be here in a while." Narcissa said.

Harry had just taken out a biscuit from the plate when he heard Narcissa say this, his eyes widened immediately, and he accidentally grabbed the biscuit crumbs out of his hands.He swallowed his saliva, and swallowed back the phrase "When will Padfoot arrive" that he almost asked directly.

Children are really troublesome, Harry stuck out his tongue in his heart, he wanted to say something and do something without worrying that his parents would find something wrong, he really wanted to grow up quickly!

Draco rolled his eyes and looked at Harry, whose face was full of unconcealed joy, completely wondering why he would be so happy to hear that Uncle Sirius was coming.

snort.Draco thought to himself, it's just the godfather, is there any need to be so happy?

Completely incomprehensible.

There are many vines and thorns planted in Malfoy Manor. Harry looked out from the window with some white mist, imagining whether there would be big red roses blooming here in summer, or there would be strange herbs too. maybe.

Draco was sitting on Harry's left, and as soon as Harry turned his head, he could see light blond hair, eyelashes, slightly translucent skin and very light lips that were haloed by the sun.

It seems that Draco, who is still a child, is not as bitter and arrogant as he has grown up.Harry couldn't help laughing uncontrollably, thinking about the stupid things Draco and himself did "before" in his mind.

"Hey, what are you laughing at all of a sudden, the biscuit crumbs are all over you." Draco stood up and patted his pants, frowning slightly.

Harry looked at him, pursed his mouth, leaned forward and patted his pants twice: "I didn't mean to, are you angry?"

Draco looked at Harry's little bun face, then at the two mothers who were pretending to be sitting and chatting but were actually looking at them, and shook his head: "I'm not...I'm not angry."

Harry smiled until his eyes narrowed into crescents: "It's fine if you're not angry."

"Friends don't get angry over such a trivial matter." Draco glanced at him and said awkwardly.

Hearing his words, the smile on Harry's face grew wider, but he was thinking about the moment when Draco reached out to him on the Hogwarts Express.

"If I were you, Potter, I would be very careful." At that time, Draco always spoke in a slow pace, and sometimes he deliberately put on a condescending expression, so arrogant Made Harry just want to punch him on the nose.

"You should be more polite, otherwise you will go the same way as your parents, and they don't know what to do."

Harry stretched out his fleshy little hand to take Draco's little hand, and pulled him back to the soft sofa, but the smile on his face disappeared.

Narcissa sat on the other side and saw the two of them, smiled and said to Lily: "Look at those two children, they get along really well." She looked at Draco again, and suddenly there was a little more peace of mind in her smile "We seldom interact with those families now, and it's not what you understand. It's hard to explain..." Narcissa sighed, "It's nothing else, I'm just worried about Draco... Xiaolong's personality is not like mine. As for the other children I know, I am afraid that he has no friends... He has an arrogant personality and a bit of a clean freak, just seeing him get along with Harry really made me very happy, but I am afraid that this child does not have a childhood playmate."

"As long as you don't take into account Lucius Malfoy's face that wants to look at people with his nostrils, it's still very pleasant to get along with your family." Lily said succinctly, and looked at Naxi who suddenly laughed with surprise. Sarah.

"Lucius..." Narcissa managed to hold back her laughter, "He is a good husband and a good father, oh, of course he is not as good as James Potter." She teased Lily before continuing, " However, neither the husband nor the father can compare to the premise that he is an ambitious man and the head of a family."

"I..." Lily opened her mouth and was about to say something when she heard a short and polite knock on the door.

"Ah, it must be Sirius. I'll open the door." Narcissa stood up, smoothed out the wrinkles on her clothes, and walked over to open the door.

Lily looked at her back and sighed silently.

"Hey, Narcissa! Long time no see." As soon as Sirius walked in, he immediately closed the door to cut off the cold air outside, and then greeted Narcissa and the others with a smile, "Hi, Lily, how are you doing recently?"

"Very well, Sirius, both James and Harry miss you very much," Lily said.

Sirius took off his cold overcoat and hung it on the hanger. "I've been really busy recently. Not only do we need to check some items that may come from Muggles and items that may flow into the Muggle world, but sometimes there will be various emergencies. For example, we just finished processing a The teapot that keeps spraying hot water. Alas, I still sneaked out today after finishing what I was doing, or else I would have to be busy later.”

"Pfft!" Harry looked at Sirius and laughed shamelessly, and said while laughing, "Papafoot, you are so stupid, a strand of hair on your head is frozen, so funny."

Sirius walked up to Harry in a few steps, took off his gloves and pinched one side of his face: "Little Harry, it's been a long time, why do you speak ill of me as soon as we meet?"

"I'm not talking bad about you, I'm telling the truth, if you don't believe me, you can ask Draco..."

"What are you asking..." Sirius opened his mouth and bit off the dragon leather glove on his other hand, pinching the other half of Harry's face.

"Sirius, there is really a strand of hair standing on end on your head. It must have been sprayed by the teapot you mentioned and then froze outside." Draco opened his mouth to see that Harry's face had been deformed. , a little unbearable, "It's really funny."

Sirius scratched his hair roughly twice, laughed a few times, and took the hand that was pinching Harry's cheek and patted Draco on the head. "Little ghost, you know Harry and you know how to speak for others."

"Sirius, don't pat my head, I won't grow taller in the future!" Draco pulled Sirius' hand off his head and said seriously.

Sirius took a look at Draco's small body, and said with disdain: "Tsk, let's grow, but I guess you won't be as tall as me no matter how long you grow."

This sentence drew Draco to stare and roll his eyes.

Harry thought about his last height, and thought about Draco's last height, and sighed quietly in his heart that a real child is childish.

Playing time always passed quickly, and now the sun was slantingly hanging in the western sky, the fireplace was lit in the house, and the flickering firelight and lamps illuminated the whole house brightly and warmly.

Harry had been playing around all day, and children were prone to sleepiness, and at this time they had already yawned one after another, and they could not lift their heads against Sirius.

And Draco, who was not sleepy at first, looked at Harry leaning there, yawning, his eyes were full of mist, and he yawned uncontrollably, feeling suddenly sleepy.

"Hmm..." Draco yawned again, "Mom, is Dad coming back?"

Narcissa looked up at her watch, and nodded to Draco: "Yes, Xiaolong, Dad will be off work soon, and Xiaolong will be able to see Dad in a while."

"Oh—" Draco groaned and yawned again.

"It's already this time." Lily also looked up at the time, teasing herself, "James is about to get off work, so I took Harry back home, and I have to cook for the man who has worked hard all day."

"It's just right, I'll drop you off along the way." Sirius continued, "Sissy, you don't need to keep us for dinner, Regulus is still at home. Besides, it's cold outside, so I'll drop them off when I happen to be driving."

"Just your Muggle car that has been remodeled in a mess? I don't think it is as good as your Muggle motorcycle." Narcissa's face was full of "Are you reliable?" expression.

"Isn't it winter? It's not easy for me to ride a motorcycle. Besides, I have carefully studied this car with the people in the Ministry. It is absolutely safe." Sirius put on his coat and stood in front of the door waiting to help Harry Lily in a scarf.

Narcissa glanced at Lily who was helping Harry dress carefully, and reluctantly nodded: "Then be careful, I won't keep you."

"Come on, Draco, say goodbye to Harry and Mama Lily."

Draco blinked: "Goodbye, Mama Lily, goodbye Harry, come play again when you have time."

"I'll take you to play Quidditch in my backyard in the summer." Harry finally said goodbye to Narcissa sweetly, "Goodbye, Mama Sissy, the little biscuits you made are delicious."

Hmph, isn't it just acting like a baby, I can still lose to you a child.Harry, who hadn't realized that he was so naive than a child, thought.

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This chapter should be edited by me...

ORZ, seems to have entered an indescribable period of burnout, not only didn’t read the Harry Potter book and Lu Xiaofeng’s book, but even the promised article was only half written.

I stayed in the small black room for two and a half hours at night, and I only came out of this chapter with the [-] words I had before, so sad...

I hope to get into the serious real plot soon, but recently I am struggling with how to deal with the relationship between several chapters. Now I am mixed watching Kazakhstan and movies, and the data in my mind is a little messed up. Slowly smooth it out Bar.

Although I don’t know if there are people who are waiting for the update, and I don’t know if there are people who have been following the article, but I still want to make it clear that the future days (in the absence of other special circumstances) will insist on updating every other day , will not cheat!

☆、Gold of Potter Family Ⅰ

When Lily brought Harry back home, the house was already warmly lit, and James had made a simple dinner and was waiting for them.

"I feel like you are coming back soon. No, it depends on how accurate my estimate is? Dinner has just been prepared. Come and eat." James helped Harry take off his coat while claiming credit, carried him to the chair, and gently Scratching the bridge of his nose, "Did Harry have a good time today? How's the new friend?"

Harry tore off the scarf himself, and smiled at his father blindly: "Draco is so cute, we even played Quidditch together."

"What about Quidditch? Did Harry win?"

Harry lowered his head in embarrassment: "We didn't win or lose. Later, Draco's mother made biscuits and buns, and we stopped playing."

James smiled softly: "Little greedy cat."

Although James's dinner was not as delicious as Lily's, it was still very good, and Harry usually ate a lot.So this time, seeing that Harry only ate a few bites, James asked Lily worriedly: "What's wrong with Harry? Did you eat enough at Malfoy's house today?"

"No, he ate a lot of biscuits and bread this afternoon, and drank a lot of milk. It's normal if he can't eat." Lily wiped Harry's mouth, then patted his round little Stomach, carried him off the chair.

"Why, it's so strange today. Not only did I eat less, but I'm not sleepy at all." James took the remaining pieces of meat from Harry's plate and ate them on his own.

"Just now when Padfoot brought us back, Harry slept in his car for a while, isn't that what children do, they can play for half a day when they wake up after sleeping for a while," Lily said.

"Padfoot?" James put away the dishes and asked after hearing this, "How is he doing recently? I've never seen him in the Ministry of Magic. I heard they are very busy."

Lily remembered what Sirius looked like at that time, and smiled: "Yeah, I was so busy that I didn't even care about my image, and I didn't have time to come in and sit around when I got to the door."

"Whoever told him not to help Regulus with the family's affairs, he deserves to be busy." James put the dishes into the sink, pulled out his wand and tapped it, water came out of the faucet, and the dish towels began to do their duty Dutifully wipe the bowl.

Harry staggered in small steps, wanting to go back to the room and throw himself into the soft quilt to roll over, so as to digest the small biscuits and buns in his stomach, and the fact that he had played peacefully with Draco Malfoy for a long time With his 17-year-old brain completely unimaginable fact.

The new year has had a happy start in this way, whether it is Malfoy or the world, there are more and more changes.

I don't know, he... Harry frowned in front of the door of his room, Neville probably couldn't be like he was when he was a child, Harry thought to himself mockingly.

"Baby Harry, do you want to go back to your room to sleep?" Lily glanced from the kitchen and saw Harry walking into the room with his head drooping, and asked quickly.

"No, Mum," said Harry, "I'm not sleepy yet."

"Then just go and take out the box that Dad gave you for Christmas. Didn't you tell your mother that you forgot to open it all the time? I just told your father, and we both agreed that we want to open it with you." Lily said laughingly.

"Haha, Dad can't wait to see your surprised expression." James pulled Lily out of the kitchen, turned off the lights, and closed the door behind him.

Harry reached for the door and said cheerfully, "Okay, I'll get it right away."

Harry ran into the room with a "drum", stepped on a small stool to take the delicate box from the bedside table, and ran out with a "drum".

It was a wooden box the size of two adult palms, and the color was a little dull.Harry had always felt that the box had been in storage for many years since he got it, and that it must have been a beautifully polished box in the first place.

Harry put the box on the coffee table in the living room, and climbed onto the sofa to sit between James and Lily.

In fact, he is also very strange, obviously he has got this box for a few days, but he just has no chance to open it, every time he wants to open it or thinks of opening this box to have a look, something always interrupts him, and then he Just forget about the box.

Thinking of it this way, Harry also began to feel a little strange.He scratched his head, wondering if the child's brain capacity is not enough.

James picked up the box, turned the box towards Harry, pointed to him and said, "The pattern on it is the family crest of our Potter family. Harry, you should remember it well."

Harry's eyes widened, and he carefully looked at the pattern on the box, and carefully looked at each line several times until he firmly remembered the pattern.