[HP] Silver Green Pride

Pacing back and forth, looking at the letter in her hand, Ange thought for a while, and slowly announced the password: "Cockroach pile..." In fact, she was quite unbelievable that Honeydukes had this kind of candy , Aren't they afraid of disgusting customers away?

But it turns out that they did nothing wrong. With the living sign of "the greatest white wizard of this century", how could candy not sell well?

Stepping in, Angedang even smelled a sweet and greasy smell in the air—but she thought it smelled good, and she even had the desire to eat some candy, but given her sense of taste System, she gave up the idea, no matter how sweet she ate it, it still tasted bitter, so it's better not to waste it.

The table was covered with colorful candies, and the old man with white beard and white hair was stuffing cockroaches into his mouth—no, it was candies in the shape of cockroaches.

Dumbledore seemed to have discovered her just now, and Dumbledore greeted, "Sit down, would you like some candy?" As he spoke, he waved his wand to conjure a chair, and brought a bag full of cockroaches into it. mentioned.

Without changing her expression, she casually took one and threw it into her mouth. Before the live animal candy could move, she bit it into pieces.

Dumbledore asked: "How does it taste? It's rare to see a child who likes it as much as I do."

Tilting her head, An Ge frowned tightly, as if she was thinking about something, and seemed to be feeling something carefully. After a while, she relaxed her brows, nodded, and said seriously: "It's a sweet taste!" Except Usually, no matter what she ate, she would taste the bitterness, but this time she felt a little bit of sweetness, although it was very subtle, but she felt it!

"Of course it's sweet!" Dumbledore said cheerfully, and then he waved his wand, and a teacup that was still warm and shrouded in white mist appeared in front of her, "Shall I have a cup of honey tea?"

"Thank you!" Ange nodded, and then sat on the chair that Dumbledore had just conjured up.

Picking up the teacup, An Ge took a sip, and after tasting it carefully, there was a trace of surprise and joy in her eyes, and then she drank slowly on her own. Gradually, her expression gradually relaxed.

Seeing that the cup of honey tea had bottomed out, the blue eyes hidden behind the lens flashed a strange color, and Dumbledore said as if nothing had happened: "How about this cup of honey tea?"

"It's sweet and delicious!" Putting down the teacup, An Ge said word by word, that serious little face looked very cute.

"Oh? He really is an honest boy!" Dumbledore said with a smile, "How is life at Hogwarts? Are you happy?"

"Very good!" Ange said, "It's very quiet here, and there's nothing to worry about. I can't say I'm happy, but it's okay!"

"So how are you getting along with your classmates?" Dumbledore asked again.

"The relationship is fine." Ange replied.

With pensiveness in his eyes, Dumbledore asked, "I heard you hate Mr. Ron Weasley from Gryffindor?"

"Not really." Ange said, "I just think he's like a wayward kid who doesn't understand anything."

"Oh?" Dumbledore's eyes showed astonishment, "How do you say it?"

"Innocent children don't understand anything, and their words often don't think about others, even if they hurt others, they don't know it." There was a slight sadness in his eyes, and Ange's voice dropped.

"Looks like you're a kid with a story? I heard you grew up in the Muggle world? What do you think of Muggles?"

"Those ordinary people? They live a good life. Although they are ordinary, they are very comfortable. Sometimes I am very envious."

"Envy those Muggles?" Dumbledore had surprise in his eyes, and his voice gradually softened, becoming more and more kind. "It seems that you are still a child with a story. How are you doing in the Muggle world?"

"Fortunately, at least I'm still alive." An Ge's eyes gradually became blank, as if he was remembering something.

"Will you tell me your story? What do you think?"

"My story?" Ange's eyes became more and more blank, and she repeated Dumbledore's words.

"Yes...will you?"

"My story..." The voice got lower and lower, and the black eyes became more hollow. Somehow, the girl's body trembled suddenly, and the decoration of the whole room shook accordingly.

Regarding this, Dumbledore's eyes showed surprise. He knew that such a phenomenon represented that the girl's magic power had become unstable and she was about to go berserk.

However, that kind of movement was only for a moment. The girl's eyes regained clarity in an instant, and her magic power also calmed down in an instant. She glanced sharply at Dumbledore, her delicate face suddenly became cold, and the corners of her lips were slightly raised, revealing a mocking expression. smile.

"Sorry, Headmaster Dumbledore, my story is not very interesting. If there is nothing else, I will go first." After that, she jumped off the chair, lowered her head and let her hair cover her eyes, so as to see the frenzy in her eyes , walked to the wall and reported the password, and left the principal's office as if fleeing,

Behind him, Dumbledore raised his hand to keep her, but for some unknown reason, he just dropped it powerlessly and sighed.

"The devil...you are a devil!"

"You should be burned on the stake!"

"What a disgusting, disgusting monster!"

"Hehe, we're doing something good! She's a little monster!"

"What a special ability, worthy of being a devil's child..."

There seemed to be countless voices ringing in her ears, the ferocious laughter lingering, and the memory that she tried so hard to forget resurfaced incomparably clearly in an instant.

Not only the dark bloody fights after the age of three, but also the desperate darkness that made her wish she could die countless times.

Running in the corridor, I don't know how many people I bumped into, she just said sorry in a dull manner.

Seemingly bumping into another person, An Ge stumbled back a few steps, said sorry in a hollow voice, and then ran away.

"What do you think happened to her?" A hissing voice sounded from behind the big Baotou, which seemed low and weird.

"I don't know, Master." Said a slightly timid man's voice, the person who was hit by Ang was the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Quirrell, "Maybe the little master has encountered something troublesome? I saw her Just came out of the principal's office."

"Damn Dumbledore." The voice became more and more furious, and the hissing sound continued, "I will definitely make him pay the price."

"You will surely win, master."

"You must look at her more in normal times."

"Yes, my great master."

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