novelraw Chapter 215 Growth Streaks
Chapter 215 Growth Streaks
Most of the American middle class and the enterprising descendants of the rich have a customary habit of reading newspapers at breakfast time.
Admittedly, many of us have moved with the times in this day and age — the warm morning sun and coffee, with toast and freshly squeezed orange juice, have been replaced by e-mail and The Wall Street Journal on a tablet. .watch TV?Even news is always considered to be a low-efficiency way of information intake.
Of course, the Wayne family also kept such a tradition of reading newspapers.Like right now, Harry and Damian are eating breakfast at the kitchen table, flipping through stacks of newspapers.
There are not only local Gotham newspapers, but also newspapers that cover the entire United States and the world. However, the most unique thing is that one or two of them actually have black and white newspapers with dynamic pictures.
These are the daily news of the wizarding society sent by the bald eagle, ensuring that the Wayne family, including Harley, is kept abreast of the developments in the other world.
And Harley felt more and more that these newspapers headed by the "Daily Prophet" were no longer necessary.She now almost reads these news as fantasy literature, and the protagonists of these fantasy literature works just happen to have the same name as hers.
Apparently, Rita probably forgot about the unruly princess character she had chosen for Harley, and became Harley's biggest fan in a sudden change. She spent several months praising and boasting about Haley in various headlines and columns every day. Li, I want to sing praises to every strand of her hair. The new title of "Savior of the World" was given by Rita.
After a year of denials and digs at Dumbledore, Britain's wizarding world has learned of Voldemort's resurrection and yet another "death" at the same time.But this time it was in a more explosive and brutal way-decapitated.
Few people know that Voldemort is not really dead.But the wizarding community doesn't know that, and they're just celebrating.The Ministry of Magic's warning has been published in the newspapers, and magic fireworks are banned for half a year.
And Harley always has a feeling that these celebrations have little to do with her...
She is very grateful that she is now in the United States, and at the same time, she is also very relieved that the friends who came to celebrate her birthday did not tease her with the news of these "saviors".
"I can't take it anymore," Harry snapped the newspaper shut, "The newspapers in the wizarding world are fantasy novel serials - even Superman and Batman are not called 'saviors', and I don't deserve it This name is gone. Rita and the others wrote that it’s not me at all!”
"This is a common problem of human beings, and it has nothing to do with being a wizard or not. People like stories about young geniuses, and this will be more explosive." Damian still calmly read the newspaper, "It's like Dumbledore defeated Grindel back then. Waugh, a dark wizard with even more influence than Voldemort. But no one will call the grown-up Dumbledore the savior."
"Little baby, little girl, defeated the big devil, and this kind of contrast can attract attention." Damian put down the coffee cup and turned another page.
"What I care about," he went on, "is that if you caused the same sensation 14 years ago—no, it's just that this time it might be more influential. Why aren't journalists going to find out about your living conditions? This kind of news Shouldn't it be more eye-catching? 'The girl who survived the catastrophe turned out to be underfed and clothed in the Muggle world' or something," he frowned, "as soon as a report comes out, you won't... "
"It's all over, Damian, I've completely forgotten about it." Harry lowered his head, shaking the orange juice in his glass, "The Dursleys... are long gone, anyway, they are Former relatives. I... don't really want to talk about them."
Damian across the small dining table made no further comments.He looked at Harley's slender limbs, and paused for a moment on the faint white growth lines on her knees and elbows.
Harley's height, if it follows the growth rate of a normal child, it will not grow growth lines at all.These are the consequences of the huge change in living conditions at the age of 8, which made her grow rapidly in that year like a dry sponge suddenly thrown into a basin.
He remembered that Ah Fu even prepared calcium tablets for Harry that year, just because she grew up too fast and caused cramps.
The height development of most girls before the age of 8 is more important than that of boys in the final adult height data.She is perfectly capable of growing taller.
Damian didn't mind Halle's height at all.It's not because he has any loli preference.Whether Harley is tall or short, these are her traits, and he accepts them all and falls in love with them.Second, to put it bluntly - he always thought that everyone who was more than ten centimeters shorter than him looked the same.
He didn't even bother to notice the difference between 165 and 175 - he had to look at the top of his head anyway.A nearer crown and a farther crown, they are essentially crowns. *
At least the plate protection action she used to wear from time to time during eating has almost disappeared in the past two years.
She is no longer often hungry—before Harley was 11 years old, Afu always suspected that her hunger was just a psychological effect, and even worried that if she continued to eat like this, she would become the first fat kid in the Wayne family.But the old butler never had the heart to restrict Harry's food intake, no one had the heart.Even the father, who has always been very strict with the next generation, turned a blind eye and even offered to buy a cake for Halle.
It's just that the girl later developed a healthy eating habit by herself, under the precepts and deeds of several men at home.
He had never realized that he had observed Harry so carefully over the years.
Halle had already started reading American financial newspapers, and she threw aside the Daily Prophet.As she read the newspaper with her head down, she didn't know the twists and turns in Damian's heart in just a few seconds.
Uncle Bruce was still sleeping, and Harry, who had been on patrol for the same amount of time the night before, had already woken up—Bruce always felt that he was indeed not as good as the energy of young people.
Today's breakfast is the same as in the past half a month, it was made by Damian early in the morning... It's not that the sandwiches made by Damian are so unpalatable.Cutter has already cut out the theoretical heir to the League of Assassins, and the cut out bread cores and tomato slices are of course equally perfect.
However, Harry counted the days carefully. She hadn't eaten Grandpa Alfred's waffles for two weeks. She always felt that Alfred Grandpa was punishing her together...
The school is about to start, the problem of her boyfriend being tortured by her grandpa must be solved in time!
But Damian is willing to take these punishments, he thinks this is a contest, a duel between real men.He later even gave up his efforts to continue to take the initiative to find opportunities to talk to Ah Fu.
"I've already said, leave it to me." Damian always said that.
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With only a few days left in the summer vacation, the Wayne House ushered in an unexpected but reasonable guest—Sirius arrived in Gotham in one night.
He had just come back from a cave in England, and Harry didn't know exactly what he had been through, but she could imagine from Sirius' haggard expression that it must be very scary there.
He went with the dead, which is said to be where Voldemort hid his Horcruxes.
"What if all of Voldemort's Horcruxes are hidden like this? We really don't have the confidence to defeat him," Sirius smiled wryly at Harry while drinking the calming tea prepared by Ah Fu. Inside. There is also a green water basin, and the liquid in it...you don’t need to know about it.” He swallowed, and took out a familiar locket from his pocket.
But Harry could tell at a glance that the gap between it and the real thing was quite obvious, it wasn't that big, and it didn't have the dazzling snake-like decoration.
Sirius opened the locket, took out a small piece of paper, and handed it to Harry.
The note revealed that Sirius' brother, whom he had always believed to be a misguided and heartfelt Death Eater, had actually sacrificed his life to thwart Voldemort's power.
"I'm a fugitive." Sirius seemed to have returned to the appearance he had just escaped from Azkaban, disheartened, "no one would believe the one-sided words of the dead people who were with me. Even if Dumbledore Lido is on my side, we have no proof, and no one will know about Regulus' feat."
"Maybe we can only wait for my injustice to be reversed... everyone will take my words seriously..."
This sentence set off alarm bells in Harry's heart.
"Even if you surrender yourself, you won't be able to get Regulus' innocence, and there is a great possibility that you will get yourself involved." Harry moved closer and said seriously, "Fudge won't believe you out of thin air. "
"It's all because I was so excited and killed Wormtail." Sirius covered his face, "But I'm not regretting it, and I will never regret it. I'm just...too contradictory."
"Maybe... we can catch Voldemort." Harry lowered his head in thought. "Let him prove your and Regulus' innocence."
"No." This time it was Sirius who was stunned, with panic in his dull eyes, "If you really meet Voldemort, you should kill him to avoid future troubles, and don't deliberately save his life for me. Do you hear me? Promise me!"
It wasn't until Harry nodded several times that Sirius let her go.
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"Look, at least he asked me to fly you to England," Damian said triumphantly in the cockpit of the Batplane on the first day of school. "I think it must have something to do with me being honestly at his disposal all summer."
"Okay... as long as you're happy..." Harry sighed.
But both of them agreed tacitly that they didn't dare to do any outrageous actions on the plane-who knows if Grandpa Afu will install a camera in any corner? (Even... a few cameras?)
Even if the camera is discovered, what can I do, can't I just endure it?
Hiding the plane in an unmanned abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of London, and replacing it with a car prepared early in the morning, Damian drove Harry to King's Cross Station. He has become more and more proficient in this set of procedures.
What is unskilled is only emotion, because this marks that he will be separated from the girl for another half a year.
"Phew..." Halle delayed getting out of the car as long as she could, wiping the sweat from her palms on her skirt, "I don't think they'll restrict us from going home for Christmas this year. So we'll be leaving in less than four months." We can meet!"
The author has something to say:
*The height is true... A boy who is nearly 185 and above once said something similar to me, of course he said it more simply_(:з」∠)_He said that people who are shorter than him look the same... …
Of course, his expression may be exaggerated. It should be that he is not very sensitive to the difference in specific numbers below 175.