novelraw Chapter 193 Baby
Chapter 193 Baby
In the quiet room, apart from the gentle music, only the shallow breathing of the two remained, blending together.
Harry's heart was about to melt.The whole person is light and warm, like soaking in warm water, or floating on clouds.
She felt the boy's body temperature through the light shirt, measured his tall and strong body from the corner of her eye, looked up at the increasingly obvious Adam's apple, and gently squeezed the solid triceps under her hand—— Damian, gradually breaking away from the childishness of a teenager, has almost become a mature man.
She suddenly... had a special desire to do something—this was an instinct, and she couldn't resist it.
Damian caught the girl's hand that was trying to move on his chest and abdomen muscles, and pressed it back on his shoulder.
"Don't move around, little pervert," Damian said with a straight face, pretending to be stern, "you can only see but not touch—and you can only see through your clothes. I will now strictly draw a line until you are an adult .No room for negotiation.”
Harry pouted regretfully, and Damian was too serious.
Seeing the unconvinced expression of the girl in his arms, Damian didn't collapse, and chuckled out loud.
His whole body was shaking from the stifled laughter, and Harry was even more annoyed.
Placing a light kiss on Harry's forehead, Damian felt he had to get down to business.
"I don't care if you can win the wizards' competition at all." He brushed the hair from the side of Harry's face behind his ear, "Second level, do you still need help?"
"The second level should be to rescue our 'baby' from the water, within an hour, so I need to stay underwater for an hour," Harry nodded, "I also thought of the diving equipment at home But in the last level, Professor Snape said that my Muggle methods were too 'shocking', and I was in danger of being dug out - Malfoy did recognize me as Robin because of this. So this time, I will completely In the wizard's way."
"Malfoy? That blond, monkey-cheeked, rich wizard young master?" Damian frowned, recalling several wizards in the newspaper, "He knows your secret identity? Need me to 'remind' him ?"
"No," Harry shook his head, "he doesn't know what 'Robin' is, he's a pure-blood wizard after all—I just defeated three Death Eaters who were trying to bully him at the Quidditch World Cup. He Should just know that I have a uniform with an R on it. And he said he would keep it a secret for me, and I choose to believe him for now." Harry shrugged.
"Just don't teach Malfoy behind my back," Harry said emphatically to Damian. "Trust me, I can handle it—it's a 'forget about' him and no one will know. But if If you disabled him, it’s hard to explain.”
Damian didn't answer, and Harry was quite worried. Did he give up on trouble with Malfoy?
"Then how do you stay underwater for an hour? It's not easy for a wizard." He changed the subject.
"You peeked at my textbook again, Damian," Harry poked him on the shoulder, "There are many ways to do it, head-bubbling spells, gills... Thanks to Professor Snape a few years ago training. I also know some of these seventh-grade things."
Damian nodded, a little depressed, these magical things...he really can't help.
"Baby? What baby?"
"I don't know," Harry thought, his face wrinkled, "they can't throw my Robin uniform and machete into the water—wizards aren't so powerful. You send me The fire/crossbow/arrow is possible."
"Well... this is too materialistic and does not conform to the metaphysical spirit that educators often like to convey; moreover, not everyone has valuable items, and using things with clear prices as targets will inadvertently give Students are graded according to their economic level, I believe your education department is not so dizzy..." Damian continued to rock with Harry to the music, while softly analyzing, "Maybe some More intangible things, such as 'feelings'? 'ideals'? But they need to be locked underwater...for you to rescue...so it must be an entity representing these feelings."
"Maybe, it's a person? A friend or family member of the warriors?" Harry said following Damian's train of thought.
"It's one direction." Damian nodded, "Kowalski is in danger again."
"And the few dance partners who danced with you that night - I directly caught the dance partners of the warriors in public, completely omitting the effort of understanding your life and relationship; and the pink feelings between these boys and girls just hit the audience's attention Get excited—this scheme is not only efficient, but also gimmicky. If so, then these old wizards are quite a joke."
The more Damian talked, the more unhappy he became, thinking that Harry would go underwater to "save the beauty"... No, "the beauty saves the hero"?No, how could those useless guys be heroes.
Damian didn't pay attention to those wizards at all now, the only one who was a little bit threatening was that kid named Digory - he was dignified, personable, and quite hypocritical.
But this kid is also a "warrior", and it's impossible for Harry to save him, so Damian felt a little relieved.
"Why not you? You are my most important 'baby'. If you are underwater, I will die. If the mermaids dare to 'take you away' forever, I will really kill them all." Harry said seriously.
"Uh..." Damian choked—it was another unprepared, sudden, natural love talk.
He cleared his throat and talked about the matter, "Because... I am an unstable factor. And they will not spend a lot of time preparing, just like the warriors of the other two schools, the competition organizers should not make a special trip to send them far away in Europe Relatives and friends from the mainland are brought here. The competition between you is the ultimate goal, and the choice of 'baby' is just a formality."
What if the wizards dare to come?Come and kill a few.Halle would obviously be upset because of him, and he would definitely not add trouble to Harry.And the relationship between them doesn't need this broken game to prove it.
Harry thought Damian's analysis was very reasonable, and couldn't help sighing—Queenie really suffered a lot because of herself.
They danced three times, during which Damian's hand remained firmly fixed on her waist, not dropping an inch.
Such a pure heart, she is totally different from Damian who domineeringly strips her clothes during the day!
Thinking of the scene in the morning, she blushes and her heart beats; but compared to tonight's boy's strict abstinence/sexual style, Harley even begins to wonder if her boyfriend has two personalities, and the second personality is only unlocked after half a bottle of whiskey?
"Sleep well," the boy put away the phonograph, gently opened the door, and before walking, he lowered his head and pecked her lips lightly.
Harry tiptoed to deepen the kiss, but he backed away immediately.
Hmm... is she going to spend the next two and a half years in this frustration of dissatisfaction? !
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Sirius hadn't slept so peacefully in a long time, and the last time was probably when he was at James' house.Black's old house has never brought him any feeling of "safety".
Maybe it's just because his mattress is super good, maybe, just maybe, because James' daughter is here.
He sat up, stretched himself, and looked at the closed doors of the respective rooms where the two children were.Quite satisfied with my contribution to preventing teenagers from "tasting the forbidden fruit" again.
But in order to get further confirmation, Sirius thought it was necessary to make a surprise attack.
In fact, both children got up early and were doing simple morning exercises in their respective rooms.
Sirius went to check on Damian first - he didn't even knock on the door, is it called a surprise attack - only to find that the kid was doing push-ups topless...
Muggles, what kind of atmosphere is this... Seeing the big muscles of the little bat glowing in the morning sun, Sirius shook his head—James, your daughter has really strong taste...
"What are you doing?" Cold green eyes looked over.
"Uh, it's nothing." Sirius didn't have the nerve to say that he came to raid to capture the bag.
"Hmph, you're still cute when you were Titus. It's hard to imagine that's you." Little Bat spoke while doing push-ups, but his breathing was still steady.
Sirius rolled his eyes, and closed the door of Bat's room; since Damian was staying in the room honestly, Harry's room didn't need to be seen.
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Harry found that his godfather's cooking skills were the same as Umbridge's moral sense - how can you evaluate things that don't exist?
So she did the breakfast preparations—omelettes, bacon, and milk, all Molly's leftovers.
Not long after breakfast, Professor Snape appeared.
Harry wondered if he had been up for potions all night again, the long-haired professor was livid and had dark circles under his eyes.
"Pack up your things and I'll take you back to school." He simply ordered.
Harry suggested that he have breakfast before leaving, but he refused - time was running out, and the information obtained in exchange for a few Cruciatus Curses must be sent out in time, the sooner the better.
After watching Harry and Damian go upstairs, Snape cast warning and silencing spells in the kitchen.
"Get out of England, quick, unless you want to die here," he ordered Black.
"You've already told me that the Dark Lord is after me - it's nothing new, Snape, it's like the good old days 13 years ago." Sirius shrugged and continued to wash the dishes with ease - — the spell he had just learned from Molly.
"This time is different!" Snape's face was contorted with anxiety, "I don't know why he is so wary of you! It's even more exaggerated than the current Potter family!"
"You... do you have a weapon in your hand that can defeat him?"
"How would I know... oh..." Sirius suddenly remembered the Horcrux that was destroyed by Constantine just yesterday. If Voldemort knew the location of this Horcrux somehow... then everything would be explained.
"You said yesterday that Voldemort killed my house-elf?" The self-cleaning dishes stopped in the air.
"That's right..." Snape's brows were already tightly frowned, but now they were even more frowned, "What did you mean by 'oh' just now, what do you know?"
"I don't trust you, Snape," said Sirius, continuing to wash the dishes, "never did, but Dumbledore trusts your loyalty - and I can't figure out why. You can ask him if he feels comfortable telling you , you will naturally know."
Snape was tired of these detours and was about to press on with the question when the warning spell was triggered.Harry and Damian were already outside the kitchen.
The two adults quickly pretended that everything was normal——
But in Harry's eyes, this appearance was absolutely abnormal—Professor Snape and his godfather were talking friendly about the weather in London by the sink?There is definitely something tricky here...
Anyway, it's time to say goodbye to Damian.
Sirius just wanted to ask the boy how he was going, so he could apparate him to the airport.Damian kid says he has a private jet...
Snape shook his robes, pointed to the two children who were staring at each other, "No kissing goodbye, don't challenge us."
How could Damian Wayne be manipulative?
He turned a deaf ear to it, cupped Harry's face, and kissed it decisively.
Harry was satisfied, the kiss was quite deep.
After releasing Harry's face, Damian raised his head, still holding Harry's shoulders, "I'll just say this once - I don't need others to supervise, I know what to do and what not to do; and if I really want to do it, no one can control me."
Well, Snape thought he needed to change his mind - Little Wayne was indeed very different from old Potter, because he was tens of thousands of times worse than old Potter!