The White Lord Professor at Hogwarts

For the first time in half a year, Ricardo became serious about things other than experiments and battles. He stared into Fleur's eyes, and red flames loomed in his pupils.

He didn't know why he was so angry. Was he under the same influence as at the ghost party?Or is the person in front of her her?

In fact, this kind of injury is very subtle. He has suffered much more serious injuries in the past few years, and he now has a solution. There are many soul-nurturing spells in soul magic.

But his heart felt like it was being tugged hard.Heartache, yes, it was a heavy heartache, as if the wound had expanded countless times and was then applied to him.

He knows very well that Little Furong has never been the kind of girl who likes to study. Even if he is supervising her, she is always ready to be lazy anytime and anywhere.

Ricardo still remembered that in the past few years, he wanted to change this situation and directly made a series of summer vacation plans. He took the little guy to memorize spells every day and prepared lessons for her before dawn. As a result, she just grinded the spells. I took it dozens of times and finally learned it through step-by-step instructions.

Especially when she learned to like to think wildly, she asked him what kind of perfume smelled good, read a few Muggle novels and then started to talk about surrendering to me. He was about to dry his hair with a blazing fire.

How could such a little girl like to study?

Then start getting serious, then it is very likely...

"Did you get bullied and start working hard? Or were you bullied at school?"

Ricardo approached Fleur step by step, his expression serious.

"Or, you don't even know about this? That's a bit bad. Personally, I think you need to go to the hospital as soon as possible. If you don't want to tell your parents, then tell me - but I have one request. , that is, tell me the matter and I will find a solution."

— and, of course, address those who raised the issue.

Deep in his heart, he was nervous that he was not even aware of.

"I'm fine, I'm just...training..." The girl's voice was so small that he couldn't hear her at all.

"What?" Ricardo approached and realized that her eyes were foggy and had no focus at all.

The girl's snow-white face was stained with a faint crimson color due to his proximity, and her glossy red lips were slightly pouting, as if she was tempting him to taste.

The fragrance of the girl made him stiff for a moment. The doubt on his face was still there, but he moved further away from the hibiscus in front of him.

"In the end what happened?"

"Nothing..." Fleur looked a little disappointed.

"This kind of small thing is very serious, Fleur," Ricardo said seriously, "Don't just believe what you want to believe. You think you are healthy. That's because it is just a sporadic soul wound at this time, but when the tragic consequences By the time it hits you in the face, it’s too late.”

Fleur's shoulders trembled slightly, and suddenly, her eyes softened, and there was a hint of testing in her tone, as if she was trying to muster the courage to pretend to be calm.

"I know what's going on," her sky-blue pupils were still misty, "and I know what happened. But haven't you also experienced black magic? I can nurse your soul according to your way."

"People and their physiques cannot be generalized. Of course I will teach you the spells I know, but this does not solve the root of the problem..."

The girl smiled innocently at him: "But you will tell me, won't you?"

She finally looked openly and squarely at the young man, letting him figure out her expression.

Ricardo's face was complicated, and he couldn't see the look in his blue eyes.

"What happened? I don't want to get into your privacy, but I feel that as a mentor, I can do something for you - even, the thing may have started because of me. So, it is necessary for me to solve this .”

"Is it just because of the mentor..." Fleur murmured, then tilted her head: "Can you solve everything?"

"There is nothing that cannot be discussed and resolved, I believe," Ricardo said firmly, "I can't argue with anything I can agree on; I can fight with anything I can't agree with."

"That's an interesting statement," Furong smiled sweetly, "But Mr. Tutor, you are not my problem-solving machine, nor are you my safe exit to escape the dangers of problems. There are certain paths that I should take on my own."

"I will protect myself and face all kinds of difficulties until I can stand alone - isn't this what you wanted me to do a long time ago?"

"I……"

Ricardo opened his lips slightly, but finally said nothing. The girl in front of him seemed to have grown up suddenly in half a year, seeing through all his good intentions.

"Then you can solve it yourself. I'll go meet some questions first."

An inexplicable little emotion spread in his heart, and for some reason, there was a ripple in his heart.

He didn't know why he was angry. Was it because she didn't want to tell him?Or decide to investigate secretly?Or, a combination of both?

This is really not in line with his character, but he just wants to do it.

He turned around, but couldn't move.

——Two soft arms hugged his waist from behind, and the soft fragrance floated to his nose. She leaned her head against his back, and her fine hair scratched the back of his neck. Slightly itchy.

His breathing was stagnant, his Adam's apple rolled, but his body was stiff.

"I will do it very seriously," the girl whispered, with an indescribable seriousness, "I know your good intentions, so some things should be solved by myself. I am learning to become stronger, Strong enough to protect you and me.”

She remembered the thick letter paper full of plans, the boring dogma in the words, the strict requirements after breakfast every morning during the summer, and...

Maybe the boy himself didn't know that his willingness to make her work hard was because he wanted to make her journey smoother and give her more room to choose in the future, to choose the years she wanted and the future she wanted.

He hopes that he can see you shining brightly in every corner of his life in the future.

Ricardo looked at the little girl intently. At this time, she was like a bud in the snow, blooming her own joy in these young years.

"Then come on," he finally smiled, with his joy, "since you want to solve it yourself, then go ahead and do it. But remember, there will be your parents, your friends, and others behind you. Your mentor. Although the snowflakes in December are cold, there are some things that are hot from beginning to end. We will be your best supporter, allowing you to live the way you want..."

He was talking nonchalantly, but he didn't notice that the eyes focused on him were as hot as the scorching sun in June.

I want to live side by side with you.

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I now firmly believe that those who are good at writing romance are all great writers.Emotional lines are indeed quite difficult to write.

But seriously, isn’t one of the important reasons for reading novels is that there is love in them that we can’t envy?