Jarvis who has seen through everything

"A hundred Malfoys are not as rich as him."

Ron opened his mouth wide in surprise, "How rich must that be..."

"How rich you are is the money you have earned through hard work." Mrs. Weasley snatched the pocket watch from Ron's hand, and said, "These things are too expensive, we must return them to Jarvis."

"Hey—that's mine." Ron muttered dissatisfied.

Mrs. Weasley glared at him, "Must, give it back to him!"

Hermione was a little reluctant to look at the hairpin in her hand. It was also inlaid with diamonds and had a novel style. It was very valuable at first glance. She also said: "Then I will return this to him too. It is indeed too precious."

"What about me, Mom?" Ginny asked softly, clutching the sleeve of her new dress.

Mrs. Weasley showed a doting smile and stroked her hair, "You can keep it. I believe this dress may be expensive, but it is definitely not as expensive as these things. I think you can try it."

"Thank you, Mom!" Ginny cheered, and rushed upstairs with her new skirt.

Ron: "Hey! It's not fair!"

"Ron's right!" Freth echoed loudly.

"It's not fair!" George said, "We are just investing, not for nothing!"

"There is no negotiation!" Mrs. Weasley firmly put the pocket watch and letter back into the box, and then put them into the magic pocket, "I will return it to Jarvis when he comes next time."

Harry looked at this scene sympathetically, secretly rejoicing for his gift.

It looks unassuming, it's functional, and it's cool, there's no better gift than this!

Sirius watched Harry amusedly study with his eyes, stayed in the living room for a while and then returned to the room.

He decided to unwrap the present Jarvis had given him, and come down just in time for dinner.

Passing by the hanging portrait, Sirius walked over without turning his eyes, and then walked up the stairs to his room on the second floor.

After closing the door, Sirius sighed insignificantly, then walked towards the table with vigor.

Picking up the black box, Sirius sat on the edge of the bed and looked it up and down, then reached out and untied the ribbon on it.

The lid was lifted to reveal a stack of... papers inside?

Sirius frowned suspiciously, took out the paper, and unexpectedly found that there was only a stack of paper inside.

Although puzzled, Sirius still looked at the content on it.

It is densely packed, with a lot of words squeezed on it, but it looks neat, and the font is not a flowery cursive, but a block type, which is easy to read.

……

"Sirius, it's dinner time!—"

Christmas Eve dinner was usually a big one, with Mrs Weasley and the girls preparing all day for it, and they even had a nice roast turkey.When the dinner was all served on the table, Professor Dumbledore also came. Harry greeted him with a smile, and then stood at the stairs and shouted loudly for Sirius to come down to eat.

But no one responded.

"Sirius, come down to dinner!—" Harry thought he didn't hear, so he shouted again, but again, no one answered him.

Harry frowned suspiciously, and the situation here was finally noticed by others. Lupine walked over and looked up. He patted Harry on the shoulder and said, "I'll go up and call him, maybe he Is asleep."

"I will go with you."

Lupine nodded, and the two of them went up the stairs.

"Siris?" Lupine knocked on the door, but no one responded. Just when Lupine thought something happened to Sirius and was about to rush in, Sirius' hoarse choking voice came from the room:

"I'm not hungry! Leave me alone for a while!—"

Lupine and Harry looked at each other, and Harry stepped forward and said, "Sirius, it's me, are you sure you won't come down to eat with us for Christmas Eve dinner today?"

After a while there was no sound coming from the room, something was wrong, Lupine took out his wand and said 'alahoo hole' to the doorknob, and the two of them rushed in.

Rushing into the room, what he saw was that Sirius was kneeling on the ground and crying with his head in his arms. He bit his lower lip and tried hard not to make a choked sound, but the sudden intrusion of the two finally broke his last line of defense. He let out a groan of pain, tears streaming down his red eyes.

"Sirius!"

"Sirius!"

……

At the same time, the Avengers Building in New York, USA——

The Avengers gathered together, the stereo played soft music that made people feel relaxed, and everyone gathered around the table and raised their glasses of wine.

clink.

"Merry Christmas Eve!"

Everyone cheered and drank the wine in their quilts in one gulp.

"Your wine is too soft!" Thor smacked his lips and said.

Tony glanced at him, "If your wine is ready, take it out."

"You can't drink it." Thor waved his hand, "The physique of your people in the courtyard is different from that of our Asgardians. You only need one sip." Tony stretched out a finger, "You all get down .”

Tony clicked his tongue disdainfully, "It's an exaggeration."

"I don't believe it." Natasha has already poured herself another glass of red wine. She is wearing a dark red off-the-shoulder evening dress, and she is shaking the glass of red wine in her hand. Small crisp sound.

Natasha took a sip of the red wine with red lips, and curled the corner of her mouth, "If you have the ability, take it out..."

Banner tugged at the somewhat tight neckline, and seconded, "Take it out."

Steve and Jarvis, as the only decent kids, cut the steak seriously, occasionally raising their heads and interjecting a few words.

Bucky is often taciturn, especially when facing Tony, so he just eats without saying a word.

And Clinton, as the only one in the Avengers who is married and has children, he has already returned to his hometown for Christmas, and he didn't come here at all. His wife and children are hot on the bed, so he may be happy now.

After being talked about by several people, Thor had to take out a palm-sized small wine bottle from his pocket, the size that he couldn't even see it in his trousers pocket.

Thor opened the bottle cap, stood up and poured a small sip into everyone's glass. The transparent liquid melted into the red wine instantly.

Tony picked up the cup and shook it, and said in disbelief: "Why are you picking like this, just a little?"

"That's already a lot." Thor argued: "Your bodies simply can't bear more wine, and this is enough for you to have a good night's sleep."

Then he muttered under his breath, "That's all I'm worried about you guys getting drunk and missing Christmas."

"Heh~" Natasha laughed, "Don't look down on people."

Thor bulged his cheeks, sat down and cut himself a large piece of steak and stuffed it into his mouth, "If you're not drunk, I'll give you the whole bottle."

Steve picked up the cup curiously, looked at it, and took a sip cautiously.

The taste is very strong and the taste is mellow. It is indeed a good wine. Steve hissed and wrinkled his nose, "It is indeed strong."

"Don't drink, old man, old Jia, pour our captain a glass of warm milk." Tony satirized Steve habitually, and then he held it up and was gulped down. Thor didn't stop him.

Putting down the glass, Tony shook his head and looked at the bottom of the empty glass, "Yo, this wine is really good."

Thor: "Of course, this wine is thousands of years old."

Natasha on the side saw that Tony didn't get drunk right away, and raised her goblet to Banner next to her. The seductive eyeliner outlined her deep eyes and made her more charming, "Give me a treat?"

Banner raised the goblet, and the two glasses collided lightly, making a crisp sound.

"Merry Christmas Eve."

Natasha hooked her red lips, "Happy Christmas Eve."

After finishing speaking, the two raised their heads and drank the liquid in the cup at the same time.

Thor looks at Tony, looks at Natasha, looks at Banner.

After the three of them drank, nothing happened.

Steve looked at Bucky, who was silent all the time, picked up his cup and touched his. The latter looked up at him. Steve smiled, his blue eyes twinkling like stars under the bright light, "Christmas Eve hapiness."

Bucky showed a hearty smile just like back then, picked up the cup, "Yes, happy Christmas Eve."

Only Jarvis, only Jarvis was ordered to drink by Tony the whole time. There was only Coke in his glass, and Thor didn't pour him any alcohol, so he had to drink Coke alone.

So, when dinner was over, only Thor and Jarvis were awake at the table.

The others were all overwhelmed by the staying power of Thor's divine brew.

The two looked helplessly at the five people who were sleeping staggeringly, and resignedly took them to their respective rooms.

The last one put the old father Tony on the bed, Jarvis took off his shoes and covered him with a quilt, and returned to his room.

As soon as he got back to the room, Peter's call came.

"Good evening." Jarvis answered the phone, and Peter's voice came with a smile.

After listening to the drunk talk all night, Jarvis asked instantly, "Have you been drinking?"

The other party was taken aback, then laughed, and said, "Just a little bit."

"I……"

"Huh?" Peter stopped talking, and Jarvis asked, "What's wrong with you?"

At this moment, countless fireworks rose in the sky. The colorful and beautiful fireworks bloomed in the night sky.

The bell rang.

Peter stood by the window, looking at the fireworks and stars in the sky, he took a breath with the phone in his hand.

He whispered, "Merry Christmas, Jarvis."

Jarvis sat on the single sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, smiling from the bottom of his heart, "Merry Christmas, Peter."

……

The old father Tony, who was drunk, was lying on the bed, snoring, and knew nothing about the development of the plot.

Happy to hear it.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

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