Dobby squeaked in surprise, and he was terrified to have his mouth shut.
- And if this Potter likes to wander around Hogwarts so much, he'll be the first victim of the Chamber of Secrets! You shouldn't have gotten the kids involved here, you damn old man! - Lucius held out his gratefully. What if Draco suffers? No! Yes! No! He's on the team! If he loved training so much, let him fly to the ground! And I will give the rest of the team a bribe to keep him on the field! And I`ll ask Severus... If anything, let Draco make him wipe away a hundred pots of his right foot... darn it, it's tied up!
Dobby crawled obediently to wipe the spit off the parquet.
- So I will do! This year Hogwarts will miss many dirty bloodsuckers!
And, cheerfully burping, master Lucius dropped his head on the table and snoring.
A strange determination appeared in the rushing eyes of the big house eyes. He must help Harry Potter... Well, because it's Harry Potter, of course, and also because otherwise, Master Draco won't be able to surpass his eternal rival!
1 September 1992, Little Winging, 4 Teesovaya Street.
- Harry, stop staring at the TV! We are going to the station soon.
- Yes, Aunt Petunia! It's just a little bit left to watch.
- Have you already packed your things? - I made another attempt on Mrs. Dursl's part.
- Of course! Of course! And three times I did! If I'd forgotten one pen, I'd run to the Astronomy Tower and back fifty times on my toes!
Petunia looked at the screen. On the shimmering red and purple stage danced a few guys, at the same time managing to bark something remotely reminiscent of the song. Mrs. Dursl didn't realize that her nephew would be so excited to listen to rap and even sing to the performers. When she doubted it, she decided that a passion for stupid and ugly music was a normal teenage disease like chickenpox. Everybody once was sick of it.
- Go, ninja! Go, ninja! Go! Go, ninja! Go, ninja! Go! - The TV was blowing up. Dark figures were blinking on the screen. Huge humanoid turtles were beating people in black suits in the face.
- You take the ugly one!
- Okay! Which one is the ugliest?
Petunia estimated that there is very little left until the end of the film. The turtles have already coped with the mutants of the Foot clan, and they only have to survive the final battle with Shredder and get overtake from Splinter.
- What kind of police? Look, they like you, they like you...[1] - Petunia muttered without looking at the screen. She swore to herself that after her son and nephew left, she would immediately put the damn tape in the farthest drawer. And finally, he and Vernon will be eating something other than pizza. No, the boy's got a lot of good food to make, but... there's a limit to everything!
1 September 1992, King's Cross Station, London
It was noisy and fun at the station, and Harry, instantly involved in the reigning atmosphere, warmly greeted the Weasley family, rolling carts to the aisle to the platform 9 and 3/4.
- Harry, like you, asked! - Fred exclaimed, after shaking hands and presenting Ginny's mother's skirt shyly.
With these words, he took off the cart and handed him a huge stack of books, which was crowned with bright, thick books with a smiling portrait of Gilderoy Lockhart, the new ZOTI teacher.
- We bought all the textbooks," added George, "though it wasn't easy!
- Oh, yes," Fred smiled slyly, "there were so many flaming with the desire to buy Lockhart's books!
- And Mom took three autographs from him!
- And Dad met his "eternal rival," and they sparred right in the bookstore!
- It was necessary to see it! Lucius Malfoy tried to use a cane and then a stick, but his father beat him with a hand-to-hand!
- And I didn't even catch my breath!
The twins looked at Arthur Weasley, who was now bowing down with Augusta Longbottom, with a demonstrative pride.
- I knew there was a flame of Youth in you too, Mr. Weasley! - Gaius shouted, feeling the rush of inspiration. - It's enough to see how many kids you have to understand that!
Arthur smiled embarrassingly. Molly Weasley sucked in.
- Yes!" Neville shouted back, standing next to his grandmother. - When I grow up, I'll have as many children! No, even more! I'm going to be the biggest father in Britain!
Augusta Longbottom looked at her grandson, but Ron intervened before she could say anything.
- I'm not giving in to you! - He yelled at Neville, pointing to him. - I'd work hard day and night, but I wouldn't lose this competition for the title of Britain's biggest father!
Hermione's parents and girlfriend stood still with their mouths ajar and then blushed. She turned her eyes from Harry to Ron and then to Neville and back, tried several times to say something, but only slammed her mouth. The elders of Weasley, as well as Augustus, also found no words and looked at the children stunned.
- This is the Power of Youth! - Gaius shouted approvingly as he posed as the Good Guy.
Visitors to the station were parting and bending around a strange company, shouting strange things, and around Harry and the rest of the formed an empty place. Thanks to this, Harry noticed Malfoev sneaking into the magical part of the station. Draco, who heard the words of Neville, stopped and slapped himself on the face, and Harry realized that his eternal rival regrets that the first did not think of such a wonderful competition.
- Draco! - Gaius cried out, rushing to the Malfoys to cheer up his rival. - We will be able to fight in a lot of other wonderful things!
Without noticing the cold looks of the stopped Lucius and Narcissus, Harry ran up to them and exclaimed.
- Mr. Malfoy, I'm glad you and your son have the flames of Youth! You've sparred with your opponent, it's really beautiful!
- I think you're wrong, Mr. Potter," Lucius said.
But Harry hadn't heard anymore, because he ran up to his son.
- We should be sparring too, Draco!
Draco Malfoy unwittingly ate.
To be continued...