.Harry didn't notice the thoughts of his companion, he preferred to snuggle up to them and enjoy the view.
“It's really beautiful here. .It always seems to me as if magicians have the most beautiful places on earth in their possession. "
"You mean because it doesn't look like that in the Muggle world?"
"I agree."
"That's because of the pollution," explained the blonde.
“I feared it. .on the one hand I find the world of wizards totally old-fashioned, on the other hand I like it too. Precisely because the environment is protected here. "
.“We may not produce any exhaust fumes or we may mess up the landscape with ugly skyscrapers, but we exploit the environment just like muggles do. We harvest everything where we can and don't even respect someone else's property. .do you think magical plants would only grow in our world? Or that the animals are only with us? "
Harry shook his head wildly and turned to Lucius.
"No, I do not think so. .I love to remind you of the Quirrell notes. He has denounced in his books that wizards steal from muggles. And that without any bad conscience. .in his opinion it wouldn't be bad if we get the plants from the muggles, at least the ones which can be dangerous for a non-mage. But we should compensate them for it. But of course nobody thinks about that. .you wouldn't just give away some bellcorns * because you're so generous. "
"Definitely not," snorted Lucius.
These fruits were not only delicious but also extremely expensive. .The blond even owned a few trees and made good money selling them. That alone would never have money worries.
“Exactly, but the magicians steal like ravens. .the only thing they sometimes leave as a thank you to the muggles are bewitched items. I'm just saying: spitting toilets. Very funny. The magical society is an association of robber knights. .all that's missing is that they sprinkle the land of the non-magicians with salt. "
Lucius nodded and was always amazed at the young man's intelligence and sense of justice. .this wizard could take on any politician, the blonde was sure of that.
"I'm looking forward to you taking your seats," smirked the man.

.to get other thoughts again, Lucius began to feed Harry. At first it almost hit the ceiling or the trees, but the blonde just smiled reassuringly at him.
“If it gets too much for you, please tell me. .I don't want to overwhelm you, just pamper you. "
"You've been doing that all along," Harry replied softly.
"Oh yes? It doesn't seem so much to me, ”Lucius admitted.
.the green-eyed man sat up a little straighter and looked the man in the eye.
"Little? Lucius, you treat me like I'm a prince. .you act towards me as gentlemen might have done with a lady in the Victorian era. At least that's how it is described in some novels. "
.“I don't do much besides going horse riding with you and taking you on a carriage ride. Or to run through the woods with you in Animagus form. "
“And that's nothing? .didn't you like it? ”the lion said meekly.
“Of course I liked it, it was beautiful and funny. I also know that you are not so interested in material things, but I would still like to do a lot more. .what did you call me, a Victorian gentleman? If that means wanting to give all the gold in the world to those who are being advertised, then yes, then I am someone. Even if I would never call you a lady. .you are a young man who fascinates me more every day. "
Harry blushed suddenly.
"That's exactly what I mean, you manage to spoil me with your words alone. .don't you realize that it's still a miracle for me that I'm even worth your attention? "
Lucius swallowed.
“No, I wasn't aware of that,” he confessed.
"But that's how it is. .you're so far above me, and I'm not talking about your social class now, I don't care at all. Merlin, that's difficult. "
Harry pulled his hair out and had to be careful not to babble again. .besides, he just couldn't look Lucius in the eye again.
"Hey look at me. Don't forget, don't be ashamed, you don't have to. What do you mean, I would stand above you? ”Lucius asked gently.

.Harry took a deep breath and looked up at the blonde. Then he had pushed himself into a nice corner. He had been afraid of this conversation and now he had addressed it himself. That was it then.

bat, grimm and the cat can fix it (Translation)Donde viven las historias. Descúbrelo ahora