The time trajectory of HP

?Chapter 87

He sat at the chief position in the meeting room, and didn't pay attention to the new product meeting held by the people in suits and ties. The mobile phone in his pocket kept ringing, and there were 29 missed calls from the same number and the same person. — Scorpius.He was holding the phone in his hand, but he didn't answer it, because he was in a meeting. Yes, he was a little puzzled as to why he was in a meeting, but there was nothing strange about it, as if he should be here.

Before he knew it, he returned to his office. The beautiful and sexy secretary was holding a folder, talking with scarlet lips. The cell phone rang again, and it was 11 o'clock at noon.

"Mr. Malfoy. Any other orders?" she asked.

"You go out first." He frowned, but just waved the secretary to leave.

After the door closed, he pressed the answer button, and in a blink of an eye, he came to King's Cross Station. The station was bustling with parents and children, with their luggage and pets, reluctantly saying goodbye and saying good-bye words.He looked around and saw his father not far away, his light blonde hair was very eye-catching in the sun.He smiled and walked quickly.Dad also found him and waved to him happily.There is also a blond boy in a freshman school uniform in his arms.As if to be shameless, he hugged his father's waist tightly.

The little guy found him, and immediately threw himself into his arms, trying to rub his face against his chest.

"You're late, I thought you weren't coming." The child in his arms said aggrievedly.

"Sorry I'm late. But I still caught up, didn't I?" He smiled and hugged the child tightly.

"Do I have to go to school? Can't I go to work with you?" The child raised his head, revealing a face that was exactly the same as his but younger.

"You are only 11 years old, and I have graduated." He gently pinched the child's nose and smiled.

"Don't play tricks, Scorpius, the train is leaving soon," said Dad, who was standing beside him.

"You have to write to me every day." The little guy stood at the gate of the train, pouting aggrievedly.

"I promise." He said in unison with his father.The father and son watched the moving train and waved goodbye.

"Why didn't he come?" he asked.

"He came for a while and left. He always has a lot of inexplicable things to do. Don't worry about that busy man. Eric has booked me for the afternoon. I have to go now. See you in the evening." Dad and He hugged.

"Why do you want to stay together for an afternoon?" He was very dissatisfied, but at the same time he became puzzled. He should know that person, but he couldn't remember that person's face.

"Stop your prejudices, Ivor, you know I've been married to him for five years," Dad warned, frowning, flashing his wedding ring at him.

"I still don't like you guys together." As if he liked them together.

"You are 31 years old, you can't always play your temper like a child." Dad hugged him helplessly, and then he was ready to change shape.

31 years old?He tilted his head in doubt, and a large mirror appeared in front of him, reflecting a mature face very similar to his father.He was so frightened that his face changed drastically. Seeing that his father was about to disappear, he quickly reached out and grabbed his father's robe.Growled, no, you can't see him.

At this time, he felt a strong sense of dizziness attacking his brain, and a glaring white light stimulated his eyelids. After the dizziness stopped, he couldn't help covering his uncomfortable eyes, and his whole body seemed to fall apart. It seemed uncomfortable, and my chest was cold, and I always felt that a layer of frost had been applied to it.Never tried apparition this badly.

"No, Dad." He screamed, springing up his stiff body and grabbing Draco's wrist as he approached. "You can't see him."

"Who are you going to see?" Draco asked strangely, frowning.

"Did you have a nightmare, are you okay, what's wrong?" the middle-aged Harry approached him, carefully supporting his body and asked.

Ivor looked blankly at a middle-aged Harry, a young Harry, and a young Draco.They surrounded themselves with worried faces.

He was stunned for a long time before he opened his chapped lips blankly and said. "I'm still 16?"

"Of course you are 16 years old. You may have hit your head and started talking nonsense. I have to ask Mrs. Pang Rui to take a look." The middle-aged Harry touched his head worriedly, and was about to get up to call for someone, but Get caught by Avril.

"No, I'm fine, I just had a dream. I dreamed that I was 31 years old." Ivor frowned, he didn't dare to say what he was most afraid of.

"You won't let me see someone, such a big reaction." Draco sat beside him, worried.

"Well. He is, he. Uh, strange, I don't remember." Ivor touched his still aching head, but couldn't remember the details of the dream.

"Drink some water first, your lips are too dry. Just forget it, don't think about it." Young Harry brought the water glass to his mouth.

He had just woken up and couldn't use his hands, so Harry could only hold it and drink carefully.

"But I remember Draco was married to a nasty person." Ivor glared at the young Harry.

“要不是你还伤着。不然我肯定得揍你。德拉科只会跟我结婚。”年轻哈利不满地掐了下未来儿子的脸。

"What happened to Severus, I remember he seemed to be bleeding a lot, tell me this was my dream too." Ivor hesitated.

After all, the three looked at the clinic, and Ivor followed the eyes of the three, and found that it was Severus lying down.He turned pale with fright.

"Don't worry, Severus is fine. Mrs. Pang Rui just cleaned up the snake venom in his body. He is resting and will get better soon." Draco said.The expression was not quite right.

"Fortunately, I was scared to death." Ivor touched his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

"You're scaring me to death, didn't you tell you to stay where you are? We agreed not to fight head-on." The middle-aged Harry stopped laughing and said with a serious face.

"I was going to just stay there, and I'd peek and do nothing, but Voldemort's wand was pointed at him. Nagini was wrapped around him. Voldemort was going to kill Severus, I couldn't stand it Now, my body reacts faster than my brain, and by the time I regret it, I'm already standing in front of him," Ivor explained.

"I heard you bravely mocked Voldemort." The middle-aged Harry said seriously.

"I didn't want to do this, but my mouth reacts faster than my brain, and I can't control it at all. And Voldemort's behavior and attitude make me very angry. He shouldn't treat Malfoy like this." Ivor said angrily.

"Do you know that once you annoy him, he will kill you?" The middle-aged Harry's tone became more and more serious.It made Ivor shudder.

"I know, I've said a lot of things that he might care about so as to delay the time until you come to save us. Then you came." Ivor forced a smile, but didn't dare to look Harry's face.

"Yes, I saved you before you were bitten to death by Nagini." The middle-aged Harry said.

"I'm sorry." Ivor nodded.

"Gryffindor." Draco, who was quietly watching the father-son scene, suddenly said mockingly in a strange tone.The middle-aged Harry was taken aback for a moment, then sighed.

"Yes, Gryffindor." Harry smiled at Draco.He stroked Ivor's head, and immediately put on a stern expression. "There's always a reason the Sorting Hat is happy to sort you into Gryffindor."

"The Sorting Hat thinks I'm a better fit for Slytherin," Ivor said.

"But the Sorting Hat won't let a real Slytherin come to Gryffindor. You're always half and half?" middle-aged Harry said.

"Should I say I'm sorry?" Ivor asked suspiciously.The middle-aged Harry smiled helplessly, put away his frightening expression, and gently pinched his face.

"Can I say you look terrible when you're angry in middle age?" Draco whispered to young Harry.

"I promise I will never show you that kind of expression." The young Harry quickly responded, glancing at his middle-aged self secretly.

"Say it like I'm out of consideration." Ivor muttered under his breath.

"Of course not including you." The middle-aged Harry interrupted before his younger self. "If you don't be strict with you, you don't know what correction is. You never reassure me."

Young Harry, who seemed to agree with his middle-aged self, nodded thoughtfully, and even Draco nodded.what's the situation?Ivor put on a protesting expression, he could already foresee how pitiful the other future self would be.

"I think you're hungry, how about some pumpkin puree and some fresh blueberries?" Draco took the plate from the elf.

Only then did Ivor realize that he was still hungry.

"Does it still hurt?" asked young Harry.

"No, I don't feel any pain at all. When I wake up, I will be a little dizzy and have no strength. This will be much better. Look, I can hold the spoon by myself." Allen picked up the spoon and showed them.He was about to scoop up the soup, but his hands trembled accidentally, and the spoon fell off. He made an embarrassing expression, "Um, accident."

In order to prove that he was really strong, he quickly grabbed the spoon that Draco picked up and started to scoop the soup. Fortunately, the spoon was held steady. Although his hands were still shaking a little, he still had strength.

"Don't you really need me to feed you?" Draco was eager to try.

"No, I can do it." After saying that, he shook his hand, and a drop of soup dripped onto his pajamas.Damn it, he's like a kid.

He felt that his 16-year-old self didn't need to be fed by his father.

"Marco Dona from the United States? You really know the name. Should I tell Narcissa this, she will definitely go crazy." Middle-aged Harry said.

Allen couldn't hold back, and accidentally choked the thick soup into his throat, coughing non-stop.stared at his dad in horror.Don't, what Narcissa despises most is common people's things.Can't let her know that she likes burgers.Otherwise she'll be rambling on and on.

Draco looked at them suspiciously.The look asked young Harry.Young Harry snickered, whispering something in Draco's ear.Draco suddenly realized, and raised his face. "Although I don't know what a hamburger is, you'd better not touch that kind of junk food in your life."

Ivor held his mouth shut and drank the pumpkin puree gloomily.He has always liked it.