dumb wizard

In March, although the spring is still cold in England, the grass of Hogwarts has also begun to turn green, the snow has turned into water, and the hard ice layer on the surface of the Black Lake is only as thin as a cicada's wing.

Friday, March [-]th.

After class, I went to the eighth floor, Professor Flitwick's office.Ansair wanted to accompany him, but Xiu declined.

Knocking on the door, Professor Flitwick looked up at him with complete surprise on his face, "Xiu? Oh, welcome! I'm so happy that you came back to my office. Please come in."

Xiu smiled and walked in.

"Hugh, what do you want?" Professor Flitwick asked, and with a wave of his wand, he conjured a glass of apple juice. "Have something to drink."

Xiu pursed his lips, did not take the glass of apple juice, but took out a pen and paper, and wrote, "Professor Flitwick, I want to ask for leave."

Professor Flitwick stood up abruptly and almost fell, "Are you sick? Xiu, you should go to Madam Pomfrey, she cares about you very much."

Xiu shook his head, and wrote again: "No, professor, I'm fine. I want to leave Hogwarts this weekend and go home."

"Why? Xiu, did something happen to your family?" Professor Flitwick was a little surprised. Xiu's information stated that he had no relatives.

Xiu's eyes darkened, and he wrote: "The day after tomorrow is my mother's death day, I want to pay homage to her, please allow me leave."

"Oh, it's such a pity." Professor Flitwick was a soft-hearted good man, with a little tear in his eyes, "Xiu, although I really want to grant you leave, I'm afraid I can't. If you want to leave Hogwarts must be approved by the principal."

Xiu was a little disappointed, but he still thanked him politely, turned and left.

Xiu lingered at the door of the principal's office, and the statue of the Dripping Stone Beast firmly guarded its post, with a different kind of determination in its ferocious face.

To be honest, Hugh didn't want to deal with Dumbledore.Compared with the headmaster of a school, Dumbledore is more like a politician. He is scheming, which makes Xiu, who has lived a simple life in both lives, a little disgusted.And he was always calculating to squeeze out the value of Professor Snape, now that he was getting closer to the professor, he was a little worried that he would implicate Snape.

Just as he was hesitating, the gargoyle suddenly moved away. Xiu looked up, and Dumbledore's smiling chrysanthemum face appeared in front of his eyes. Xiu was a little frightened.

"Xiu, you have been standing here for a long time, do you need my help?" Dumbledore asked kindly.

Now that they were face to face, there was nothing to hesitate, Xiu took a few steps forward, bent his lips reluctantly to him, and nodded.

"Come in, kid." Dumbledore said with a smile, stepped out of the way, Xiu nodded slightly, and walked in.

There was another door behind the gargoyle. Dumbledore opened it, and Xiu hesitated for a while before slowly walking in. Behind the door was the principal's office.

As soon as Xiu entered the door, his eyes were dazzled by the large amount of silverware inside, and it took him a while to get used to it.

Dumbledore conjured up a golden-red sofa and asked him to sit down with a smile.The corners of Xiu's mouth twitched twice, and he dillydally sat down on the sofa that didn't suit his aesthetics at all.

Dumbledore sat behind his desk, grinning so much that his old face crumpled into a blooming chrysanthemum.

Xiu's attention was drawn to the turkey standing proudly on a branch on the table.

The quality of the meat of the turkey is good, and the roast turkey is also very delicious if it is cooked well.It's a pity that Christmas is still a long time away, and this dish is indispensable for Western Christmas dinners.

It's just that this turkey looks a little strange, doesn't it?

Dumbledore found that he had been looking at Fawkes, with a slightly proud smile on his face, "Fawkes is a phoenix. It's a good boy, and I think you'll like him."

It was only then that Xiu remembered that this "turkey" was Dumbledore's pet phoenix, Fawkes, and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, and when he thought of the picture of the phoenix he had seen in China, he was even more speechless.

Seeing that Dumbledore was introducing himself, Fox tweeted proudly, his small eyes gleaming with pride.Xiu spat it hard in his heart, but his face remained calm.

"Would you like some cockroaches?" Dumbledore suggested, grabbing a cockroach's long beard. Xiu was about to vomit, but his face was still calm, and he shook his head slowly. "

"Oh, that's such a pity," said Dumbledore, but there was nothing pity in his tone.He grabbed a bunch of cockroaches and stuffed them into his mouth. The cockroaches were wriggling in his mouth, and Xiu could hardly help rushing out to vomit.

Dumbledore asked with a look of satisfaction: "So, dear boy, what do you need from me?"

Finally getting to the point, Xiu breathed a sigh of relief, took out his notebook and pen, and wrote: "Principal Dumbledore, the day after tomorrow is my mother's death day, I would like to ask for leave to leave Hogwarts to worship her, please allow me. "

Dumbledore's blue eyes shone brightly behind the glasses, "Xiu, I feel very sorry, a mother who can teach such a smart and well-behaved child as you must be great." Dumbledore sighed, half-truthfully.

Hugh sneered inwardly, he couldn't believe that Dumbledore didn't know that his mother was a prostitute under the guise of a dancer.

Dumbledore didn't know what he was thinking, thought about Xiu's filial piety, and granted the leave, "Okay, you can ask for leave, but you have to return to Hogwarts on Sunday afternoon, it is not a wise choice to miss important lessons."

He is a kindly elder when the so-called "greater good" is not involved.

Hugh packed up a little and left Hogwarts on Saturday morning.

Back to the long-lost white two-story building, the hall is covered with a thin layer of dust, and I believe the room is also.

Shu rolled up his sleeves and started cleaning.It's a pity that underage wizards can't use magic outside of school, otherwise a few cleanings can solve the problem.

It was already afternoon when Xiu roughly cleaned up the inside and outside of the house, and his stomach was happily singing the empty city plan, and his convulsed stomach felt a little uncomfortable.

Xiu cooked two random dishes to solve the problem, took a shower, took back the quilt that had been out to dry for two hours, flung himself on the soft bed, and fell asleep tiredly.

After sleeping until the next morning, Xiu rubbed his eyes, and it took a while before he remembered that he had asked for leave to go home.

In the bedside photo, Felicia White is still smiling brightly and fearlessly.Xiu stared blankly for a long time, then went into the bathroom to wash up in a daze, and then went to the kitchen.

After breakfast, Xiu went to the nearest market to make big purchases, and then started making Felicia's favorite snacks.

Red bean cake, cloud cake, five-color cake, mille-feuille cake, fruit mousse, tiramisu, black forest cake, blueberry cake, fragrant cheese cake, cheese, each made a portion.

Felicia was buried in a large cemetery outside London, in a good position facing the Thames.Xiu used most of Felicia's inheritance to purchase this geomantic treasure for her.

Xiu gently placed the food basket on the ground, took out the various snacks inside and placed them on the tombstone, sat by the tombstone by himself, and turned his head to look at the black and white photo of Felicia on the tombstone.

In fact, I don't miss her very much, I just want to do my filial piety as a son of man.

Felicia stayed in Xiu's life for nine years. Although she was not a good mother, Xiu still appreciated and respected her.

Looking at the black-and-white photos on the monument, Felicia is wearing very serious clothes, and no longer has a frivolous smile on her face. She looks like a woman from a good family.

When Felicia dressed like this said she wanted to take pictures of the tomb, Xiu's expression was very disdainful.Felicia ruffled his short hair vigorously, and said with a smile: "Whether you are meeting God or Satan, it is always right to dress formally."

How did he answer then?It seemed to reciprocate with a light hum.

Thinking of these now, Xiu was left with a heart full of helplessness.

Leaning his head on the tombstone, Xiu tilted his head and looked into the distance.

Flying birds fly across the Thames River like a blue ribbon, and unknown trees on the river bank sway their branches with the wind. Occasionally, pedestrians pass by and play a few times. Everything looks so beautiful.

Xiu turned his head to look at the tombstone and thought to himself, looking at such a scene, my mother, what would you think?

He has no way of knowing.

At dusk, the setting sun was like blood, Xiu stood up, patted his pants, picked up the empty food basket, turned and left, without any nostalgia.

Hogwarts.cellar.

Snape looked away from the small sofa again, and dropped the quill in his hand annoyedly.

This weekend, the boy didn't come.

He has been ignoring his own ban since a few months ago, finding various reasons to stay in the cellar every weekend, without exception, and he was nowhere to be seen yesterday or today.

Snape was surprised that he was upset by this, and felt a sense of crisis.

They are too close.

That distance was dangerous for him, and it wasn't safe for the boy.

Damn Potter, Mr. Savior will be at Hogwarts next year, that kid must be just like his hateful Gryffindor father, reckless, impulsive, and will only cause trouble everywhere, but I have to protect him.

The Dark Mark has not disappeared, and the shadow of that man hangs over the wizarding world.When that person returns, this peace will be broken, and he will start to wander between black and white again, becoming a spy who may lose his life at any time.

That boy, you can't get close to him anymore, otherwise...