HP: Hogwarts, but pro-generation

"Please..." Ender's face was in pain. He sat on the sofa and looked at the ceiling in despair. He reached out and picked his ears. "This is the eighth time you have said this, and I have just been home for less than three hours."

At the same time, James also sat on the sofa, his mouth full of delicious cookies baked by Anna. Because he ate too quickly, his voice became a little unclear when he spoke: "Is there?"

In fact, it was not surprising that Ender had such thoughts. After all, for James, this was the first time he saw his good brother after many days of vacation.

When James heard the news, he immediately gave up his original plan to do some homework - you know, it was extremely rare for such an idea to appear in his mind!

Even when he rushed out of Potter Manor, James was secretly glad that Ender had come to save him. Because in his opinion, taking the initiative to do homework was completely contrary to his usual style and was not like what "James Potter" should do.

James swallowed the biscuit in his mouth with difficulty, reached for a glass of water from the table and began to gulp it into his stomach. He drank until the cup was empty, then stopped and slowly straightened his body.

Then he looked at Ander with a very serious look and said very seriously, "You are exaggerating."

After saying that, James stretched out his hand and raised a finger to shake at Ander, correcting him, "Strictly speaking, I only mentioned Lily's intention to give me a game console seven times."

Under such a look, Ander, who was a little scared at first: ... He shouldn't have come back from his grandparents' house. It was his fault. He was careless.

And James didn't seem to be joking. He was really thinking carefully about how many times he had said it. After realizing this, Ender regretted going home even more, even if it was at his grandparents' house...

Ah, forget it.

Ender cursed inwardly but outwardly did not give in and retorted to James: "Be more precise, you just said it for the eighth time."

"No, you said I said it eight times before that." James pointed out the loophole sharply. While speaking, he pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and the lenses suddenly flashed a suspicious reflection.

"You really are trolls, taking things like this so seriously." Xia had just walked through the garden with her suitcase to the door when she heard this meaningless conversation. She felt like she had wasted another minute of her life.

"You still remember to come back?" Ander couldn't tell what he was thinking, but when he saw Xia, he couldn't help but want to rebuke her. Although he knew what would happen next after he said this, he still said it without hesitation.

If any Slytherin friend were here, they would not be able to help but sneer: worthy of being the reckless Gryffindor.

"Wait, wait." Xia put down the suitcase in her hand and repeated in a strange cadence, "You still remember to come back?"

"Ha, how did you say that?"

If they hadn't been arguing in the past, Ander would have shamelessly answered that she said it with her mouth.

But now, he was strangely silent, his intuition told him that keeping silent was the best option. But his inaccurate intuition didn't tell him that showing a pitiful look at this moment was a thousand times better than going to war to accuse him.

Xia folded her arms and looked at her brother. She bent down and moved closer to Ander who was sitting on the sofa. Ander also kept moving back, but Xia was too close and he fell on the sofa.

Xia's face appeared right above him, and he heard her cold and ruthless voice, emphasizing every word: "Don't mess with me again."

"I'm your brother." Ander said unyieldingly, but his posture at the moment really didn't show any imposing manner. Perhaps realizing this problem, he stood up and stared straight at Xia.

Xia snorted coldly.

James was caught between two people, and he didn't know who to help. The poor little wizard curled up on the sofa and shivered. His head rhythmically turned to the angry Xia and then to the slightly disadvantaged Ender. He weakly raised his hand, "Stop arguing."

After saying that, James, as if he didn't think he was pitiful enough, added: "Can I?"

He even smiled ingratiatingly, which was not common. The lawless James Potter was actually afraid of his good friend quarreling.

At this moment, Lawrence, who was squatting on the second-floor platform and watching everything happening in the living room through the pillars, said to Anna beside him: "Is this rebellion?"

"I don't know. I've never had that experience."

"I do not have either."

After they finished speaking, they looked at each other and fell silent.

"Well, maybe it's because they are twins and the way they communicate their feelings is different from others."

Lawrence shrugged. He didn't want to admit that he had been causing trouble every day during his time at Hogwarts.

"I think it makes sense." Anna didn't want to admit that she often quarreled with boys she disliked when she was in school.

At this moment, they tacitly chose to forget that they were classmates of the same grade and college.

As long as they don't admit it, Ander and Xia's current temper has nothing to do with them!