[HP] How to properly feed the savior

She cried in the prison and did not allow others to comfort her.Ron seemed uncomfortable when he first heard the news, but Hermione was forgotten once the Halloween dinner started.

Until Professor Quirrell rushes in and says there are trolls in the basement.

"Hermione!" When everyone was about to run away in a panic, Harry stopped the two of them, "Hermione doesn't know about this, we have to tell her!"

"The two of you go to the bathroom to find her, and I'll inform the professor so that you won't be in any danger." Although he doubted that the trolls were put in by the professors to add fun to Halloween and exercise Harry's ability to deal with crises, the superficial work Still to do.

"Do you think the professor will allow us to act without authorization?" Ron asked reluctantly.

"So hurry up, I'll hold the professor back." He blinked and left quickly.

Seeing Harry and Ron successfully slipping away from the messy group of students, he found Professor McGonagall and reported the situation to him.

"You just let them go like this?!" Professor McGonagall almost burst into anger like a dragon, "What if they encounter a troll?"

Wasn't it your plan to have them encounter trolls? "I thought the troll was deliberately arranged by you." He seldom miscalculated, or maybe Professor McGonagall is not at that high level yet, so he doesn't know the principal's plan?

"You... you kid, what do you think of a professor?" Professor McGonagall said half-blaming and half helplessly, "Yes, we will want to exercise Harry's abilities, but we won't take all the students in the school. It’s safe to take risks. How could such an uncontrollable factor as a troll be deliberately put in by us?”

"I'll go find them right away." He turned his shoes into pulleys and quickly slid across the empty corridor.Hopefully he can find Harry and Ron before they meet the troll.He doesn't think that Dumbledore will be ignorant of the appearance of the troll, and it cannot be ruled out that Professor McGonagall lied to him. No matter whether the professors really don't know or they don't know, the meaning McGonagall wants to convey to him is already very clear. It was clear that if anything happened to Harry and Ron, it was his responsibility.

In other words, if they were all right, maybe he would gain further recognition from the headmaster.

"Success!" The cheers of two people came from the corner of the corridor ahead, and he hurriedly stepped aside, using the illusion spell to hide himself.

Then there was a terrified scream.

"Oops! That's the women's room!" It was Harry's voice.

"We locked her up with the troll..." and Ron, who was about to cry.

He removed the transfiguration on the shoes, and walked over on tiptoe, and the two people were already hurriedly opening the door.

"Confused it!" said Harry to Ron, and they began trying to get the troll's attention by throwing objects and yelling.But Hermione seemed to be frightened stupid, and couldn't get out of the corner at all.In the end, it was Ron who stunned the troll with a perfect levitation spell-although he thought it was pure luck-that really solved the crisis.

Hearing the footsteps of the professors coming behind him, he hurriedly found a corner to hide.

Professor McGonagall drove the three back to the Gryffindor Tower, and Snape and Quirrell were responsible for getting the troll away. Seeing that no one else was present, he lifted the Disillusionment Curse and walked out.

"Is everything Miss Granger said true?" the other party asked.

"That part about how Harry and Ron dealt with trolls is completely true. As for herself, she doesn't know anything about trolls and is only afraid of you chastising Harry and Ron for disobeying orders. "

"You didn't help?" Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow.

"They've handled themselves very well and don't need me to do anything." He smiled.

"Good luck." The other party snorted through his nose, "Based on their learning progress, Weasley's mastery of the Levitation Charm is unlikely to be perfect..."

"Professor, isn't the wizard's will the most important thing in casting magic?" He had discovered this a long time ago. Little wizards often cannot control their magic power when they are emotional before they go to school. At this time, the magic power in the body can reach its peak. "It was Ron's strong desire to save Hermione that made the spell that should have failed succeed—you know, Ron couldn't cast the spell just today in class."

Professor McGonagall looked at him with a complicated expression.

"So, who put the troll in here, have you found out?" He quickly changed the subject, lest the other party think too much.

"No, I can only confirm that there is someone in the school to respond." Speaking of the giant monster, the other party frowned again, "Professor Quirrell proposed to put the giant monster under the trapdoor in the corridor on the third floor as one of the checkpoints there. The principal agreed."

"I didn't expect that you would let Professor Quirrell participate in the protection of the Philosopher's Stone." It has to be said that Dumbledore was more scheming than he thought, and he thought that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor would be excluded.

"How do you know..."

"Know what? Philosopher's Stone? Or Quirrell?" He smiled, confirming that Professor McGonagall should not be counted as one of Dumbledore's core forces. "I know the Sorcerer's Stone because Hagrid gave us the name Nick Flamel. Don't worry, Harry and the others don't know yet, but I think Hermione should be able to find it out for them soon after this incident. Knowing Quirrell It's because I checked the student list of Hogwarts. Except for Defense Against the Dark Arts, the professors of every course are students of Professor Dumbledore or who enrolled when he was the principal. He has a thorough grasp of you. Only then will you be allowed to enter the school. You have formed an unbreakable natural alliance with the principal, only Defense Against the Dark Arts is a gap. In the military, there is a siege tactic called encirclement, three gaps, which is to make the enemy break through the only gap, exactly Falling into your own trap. Since you also said that this incident is an internal and external response, then Professor Quirrell is obviously the most suspicious, and he is also the first person to discover the troll, isn't he?"

The other party was silent for a long time before sighing, "Sometimes I wonder if you are really only 11 years old. Come on, go to my office for a while."

When they came to the office, Professor McGonagall took out a box of hard fruit candy from the cabinet, "Forgive me," the other party opened one of them and put the candy in his mouth. "Professor Dumbledore told me this. He said that sweetness can help relieve nerves. If you feel stressed, eat some sweets. I have prepared a lot of desserts in the office so that I won't be able to control my emotions one day , lose your temper at you little troublemakers."

"As the dean of Gryffindor, you have really worked hard." He could see that these years of hard work had left marks on Professor McGonagall's face. According to the characteristics of wizards' longevity, the other party shouldn't look so pale at this age. so old.

"We professors don't agree with the matter of the corridor on the third floor and the recruitment of Quirrell." The other party rubbed his brows, looking haggard. "Quirrell got so nervous after visiting Albania, which is where the rumored You-Know-Who last appeared. We all thought he was suspicious, but the Headmaster insisted on him. So did the third-floor hallway, thanks to Your performance on the first night, the Gryffindor students know that there is nothing there, otherwise it would be enough for me to protect those students who are going to provoke the three-headed dog."

He nodded.In fact, he thought this was the headmaster's plan, and before Harry entered school, who could have guessed what the little savior would be like?Only Gryffindor up and down the third-floor hallway as a hot spot for adventure will ensure that the undecided first year explores too, and the quest for the Philosopher's Stone will drive Harry tried to crack the level in the corridor on the third floor.Only in this way can the students truly have admiration for Harry, instead of feeling that the Boy Who Lived is just a vain name.

"The headmaster was not like this before, and I always thought that the headmaster loved every student in this school wholeheartedly. But Harry's enrollment made him focus too much on a few students, which is harmful to others. It's unfair. No matter what, I can't agree to bring danger to the school, this is the school, not the battlefield against the mysterious person." The other party wrung his hands in pain, "Sorry, I shouldn't say that in front of you, the principal No, I just..."

"You need an exit." He stroked the back of the other's hand, "Your conscience has burdened you more than you can bear."

"As a professor, I still need comfort from my students, really..."

"Don't say that." He squeezed the other person's hand, "You are not a saint, and you will not be perfect in everything, although you try to behave like this in front of students and other faculty members. I have to say, you have weaknesses, and you are better than students. There is much lovelier Professor McGonagall in front of him, who is more flawless than the marble statue."

The other party laughed through his tears, "They really said that, the marble statue?"

He didn't answer, just smiled, "Professor Dumbledore is the same, he will make some decisions that are difficult for us to understand, and will temporarily sacrifice the interests of some students. But in the long run, as long as his original intention is Alright, then with the headmaster's wisdom, it is still beneficial to most students after all."

"You mean to stop the mysterious man?" Professor McGonagall regained his usual composure, "but I don't understand why he must let Harry fight the mysterious man."

"The principal has his reasons. Perhaps our only hope of victory is to train Harry to be a qualified savior before the mysterious man rises again." To be honest, he also wondered this. The pressure of a powerful enemy all on one child?Although he didn't want to think too badly of the principal, Dumbledore's performance still made him feel a little timid.

Perhaps the headmaster's reason is the same as Harry's ability to successfully stop Voldemort as a baby?He knew too little about magic to make a conclusion.

"Okay, I've delayed you long enough." Professor McGonagall opened the door for him, "Go back and enjoy the Halloween dinner with your classmates."

He went back to the common room and was caught by Harry and Ron on entering.

"Where have you been? We're looking for you! You don't know how dangerous what happened today!" Ron immediately talked vividly about how they dealt with the twelve-foot-tall monster.

He smiled and listened, but he thought in his heart that this was just the beginning.

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☆、Sorcerer's Stone 14

After Halloween, Hermione became a regular member of their small team.When Harry mentioned the name Nick Flamel, Hermione said that she would help to look it up in her spare time, but her direction was still limited to modern wizards—from the era, the French Valois dynasty Alchemists should be regarded as medieval wizards anyway.

What got Hermione serious about it was Gryffindor's first Quidditch match.Harry's broom was cursed during the game, someone tried to murder Harry in this way, this is Hermione's opinion.In his opinion, in a Quidditch match supervised by many professors, simply casting a curse on the broom is not enough to kill Harry. Besides, Professor McGonagall sitting on the rostrum alone can kill Harry. The ground turned into a pool of ooze, at least keeping Harry's life is not a problem.The person who cast the spell may simply be trying to prevent them from meddling, or to attract them to meddling with the Philosopher's Stone.

If it is the latter purpose, then the other party has succeeded.

Hermione, who became serious, made Harry and Ron overwhelmed. Every day, she held stacks of tomes and flipped through the Gryffindor lounge, and she also talked about going to the first district to see. "If Nick Flamel is a friend of Professor Dumbledore, then why doesn't his name only appear in the first district?" He dismissed Hermione's thoughts with one sentence.

Harry and Ron were quite interested in the matter at first, but over time they grew impatient.Harry insisted that he'd seen the name somewhere but just couldn't remember it, and firmly believed that it would pop up on its own one day.He didn't know if they should be buying chocolate frogs in bulk to speed up their progress - because Harry saw Nick Flamel reading Dumbledore's card descriptions on the train, and after that, Harry was interested in collecting cards. His interest was quickly diverted by the new things that continued to pour out, and he even wanted to get Morgana's card back from Harry.

However, considering his lack of funds, the Chocolate Frog's plan was scrapped.

Their new interest is wizard chess, which is no different from chess, that is, the pieces can move and attack each other, so that he wonders if the designer of Interplay is a wizard (they launched Battle International on multiple platforms in 1988. The game of chess, which looks exactly like wizard chess).Ron's chess skills are very good. After beating Seamus so much that he no longer wants to play chess, Harry is the only one left in the dormitory who is willing to play chess with Ron.But given Ron's enjoyment of winning over everything else, Harry never had any hope of winning either.

"It's all because Seamus' chess pieces were noisy and didn't listen to instructions." Once again, Harry's chess pieces were killed by Ron's chess pieces, and the child complained, "I could have played better."

"Ender, do you want to try it too?" Ron waved at him happily.

"No, I don't want to be raped by you." He refused straight away.Chess is not difficult for him, even with moving pieces.Ron's chess skills should have been practiced with the large group of Weasley children, and their minds are not bad, but his chess skills were practiced with Peter.

"You're really boring." With that said, Ron's attention had already been drawn away by Harry who was getting ready for another round.

The layout of the corridor on the third floor is nearing completion.In response to Harry's outstanding performance in the Quidditch game, Professor Flitwick designed a level similar to looking for the golden snitch, but this time Harry's goal is a key.Ron's wizard chess talent was reported by him, and Professor McGonagall conjured up a huge wizard chess board, and they could fight instead of chess pieces, just like a real battle, very exciting.Hermione's joining allowed Snape to write an analysis and reasoning problem. Only by drinking the correct potion could he pass through the flames and reach the final level.

Tonight, Professor McGonagall asked him to watch the last level.

"Now they have Professor Snape as a suspect, because Professor Snape was caught counter-cursing Harry's broom during the Quidditch match. Also, I'm not sure how long it will take before they find the Philosopher's Stone , but this is controllable, because the answer is hidden in Harry’s chocolate frog card.” Along the way, he whispered to Professor McGonagall about Harry’s progress, “It’s not easy to use Lu Wei’s method. , it is difficult for us to determine when Hagrid will leak the word."

"Don't worry, the enemy is more anxious than us. Once Hagrid accidentally says it once, the second time will not be far away." Speaking of this, Professor McGonagall frowned, "Are you sure you don't want to participate in their adventure? ?”

His relationship with Harry could be further strengthened if he was included in the adventure, but if Harry's ultimate mission was to fight Voldemort, he didn't think he should be involved. "My magical ability can't hide from them for a long time. I have exposed too many doubts. One day, Harry will find me very useful. If I get too close to him, he will take me for granted. One of his helpers. However, in the face of the You-Know-Who, there are certain decisions that Harry must make alone, and no one else can help him. To enable him to make the best choice, he must be allowed to Get used to being alone and make him believe that no one will ever help him when it matters most."

"It's very cruel. He was so young, and he grew up in a bad family, so eager for the company of others, to gain real affection." Professor McGonagall's voice sounded gloomy and sad, "After he was I observed the Seeleys all day before the adoption, and there is no family more unsuitable for adoption. When I first met Harry, I could see the scars from the past had left him. What a poor kid, he just wants a family and someone to love him."

"He will, after he defeats You-Know-Who." Why didn't he understand Harry's wish? "I suppose he was of age by then?"

"That's our responsibility, isn't it? Try to delay the resurrection of the mysterious man as much as possible, so that Harry won't face the cruel war prematurely."

They arrived at an empty classroom, where Professor Dumbledore was already waiting for them.

"So this is the last level, a mirror." In the classroom is a very ornately decorated mirror, almost as high as this classroom, with the words "I am not showing your face" written on the top of the mirror but your desire".He carefully avoided standing directly in front of the mirror, "Is it useful?"

"I will cast a spell on it, put the Philosopher's Stone in it, and only those who are desperate to get the Philosopher's Stone but don't want to use it can take it out of the mirror." The headmaster explained to them.

"In this case, only Harry can take it out." He nodded, understanding the principal's intention, "The enemy will not kill Harry easily, because they still need to use him to obtain the Philosopher's Stone."

"Very correct, but unfortunately I can't give Gryffindor five points for this." The headmaster joked, "But we have to test the effect of the magic mirror first, Mr. Viking, can you stand in front of the mirror and have a look?"

Testing the mirror?Or test me?It seems that the principal is still not at ease with him, is it because he did something wrong?Maybe he was too assertive, which made the principal feel that he was not easy to control.He was on the alert, determined that no matter what he saw in the mirror, he would tell the principal that he saw his family standing with him, expressing his desire for family and for the approval of his elders.Dumbledore would have liked it, there was no one better to deal with than a child who craved the caresses of an elder.

He stood directly opposite the mirror, but he almost couldn't control his emotions.

He saw himself in the mirror, not the current him, but much younger, about five or six years old, he almost forgot that he used to look so thin, like a rag doll that could be pushed down.He was crying in the mirror. He didn't cry very much when he was a child, because he didn't want Peter to see his weak side.He got closer and saw another person, a slightly older child, who was about the same height as him now, came to comfort him when he was a child.He couldn't hear that person's voice, but he could read the tenderness and caring from the heart from the other person's actions and his own reaction. Is this what he wanted?A person who truly loves himself, without any use or manipulation.When he walked in front of the mirror, he could almost reach out and touch the person in the mirror, only to realize that it was Peter.

No, that wouldn't be Peter.

He took a few steps back one after another, but the horror in his heart couldn't go back no matter what.

He has seen Peter at this age countless times in his dreams. He is about ten years old, already tall, with a cold smile on his face and malice in his eyes.Peter hated him, wanted to kill him every moment, but was forced by the social system to dare not take action against him, so he had to vent his deep hatred by destroying everything he owned.But he had never seen Peter like this, with a peaceful mind and a complete heart, who loved him like a real brother.He saw Peter grinning and ruffling his hair, and kissing him lightly on the forehead, so that he finally stopped his tears and threw himself into the other's arms, as if that was his safest haven.

He couldn't take it anymore, tears had blurred his vision.

"What did you see?" Professor McGonagall stopped him who wanted to run away. "What's in the mirror?"

He took another look in the mirror and noticed that he wasn't wearing a monitor.This was after he killed Stilson and before he was admitted to IF. At that time, he made a decision that would affect the fate of his life, fleeing from Peter, going to the battlefield, participating in the evil war of aggression, and committing A mistake he can never make up.If on that day, Peter didn't want to murder him, but comforted him, told him that it was all right, that everything was over, that he could stay at home, that there was someone here who loved him and would protect him, no matter how much the world criticized him, he would Someone stood in front of him.

He raised his head, looked at the anxiety in Professor McGonagall's eyes, and the desire to cherish and protect him behind the anxiety, and then turned his head to look at Professor Dumbledore. The headmaster's gaze was blocked behind the half-moon-shaped lens, and he kept secret.

"I saw Vol-Voldemort," he replied in a sobbing tone, and Professor McGonagall shook his arm, "and Harry. I saw them together, no fight, they looked fine Yeah, like friends... that's impossible, isn't it? Nothing this mirror shows is real, is it?"

"It's just a stupid mirror," Professor McGonagall held him in his arms. "Don't believe it, it will only tell you lies."

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☆、Sorcerer's Stone 15

The next day, he found he couldn't put the mirror down.

The headmaster said that the mirror would remain in the empty classroom until Harry found it.They spent a lot of time wandering around the school over the Christmas holidays, a classroom close to the library where Harry, trying to find out who Nick Flamel was, stumbled upon it.

He skipped Transfiguration and sat in front of a mirror all morning.

At first he was terrified, he didn't want to see ten-year-old Peter again, and the scene of brotherly harmony in the mirror overlapped with his memory of the undying brotherhood, so he didn't know how to deal with it.Then Peter in the mirror grew up and turned into a 16-year-old. If he hadn't come to this world, maybe he would have seen such a Peter.After growing up, Peter became more mature and stable. He disappeared in the mirror, and only he and his brother were left in the whole room, as if they were only separated by a glass, so close, as long as the thin glass was broken, to be able to touch each other.

He bent his knees and leaned against the mirror, stretched out his fingers, trying to touch the person opposite the mirror, but he couldn't.His fingertips resting on the mirror can't make it through.Peter sat on the other side in the same posture, did not speak, but quietly printed his fingertips on the glass, matching his fingertips one by one.He laughed, knowing that the real Peter would never entertain him like that.

"You didn't go to class." Professor McGonagall appeared in the room. "What is it in the mirror that makes you so obsessed?"

He put away his smile and put down his hands, "I thought I had already got the exemption."

"Yes. I'm not blaming you for not going to class. I just want to know the reason. You haven't missed every class in the past, even if you don't need to go anymore. What made you change your mind?" The other party asked sternly .

"None of your business." He turned to the mirror, where Peter was still there, never gone.

"That mirror will drive people crazy, if you can't handle the relationship between fantasy and reality." Professor McGonagall walked over and stood in front of the mirror. Peter disappeared, and only he and McGonagall were left in the mirror.

"Get out of here." He was a little annoyed, what right did the other party have to talk about his heart?Hadn't they made him see what was in the mirror?These people wanted to know what he was thinking, wanted to see him let go of all his defenses and show his fragility to the fullest, but now they came to accuse him of something wrong. "I can distinguish what is fantasy and what is reality, and I know what I want."

"Your tone, Mr. Viking, I'm still your professor!"

"You're just my professor." He was tired of the conversation. "Not my mother."

This sentence hurt the other party greatly. Professor McGonagall took a few steps back and tightly covered his mouth and nose with his hands so as not to cry bitterly.

"What you see in the mirror is you and your husband together, with a group of children." He added.

"How do you know...how can you see?" the other party asked in an unbelievable tone.

"It's not difficult to guess, those photos that you put away, I have burned them all into my mind before they entered the drawer. Most of the photos are of you and your husband, and your nephews and nieces. A The big picture shows your two younger brothers' family and you and your husband. I can clearly identify everyone's relationship. Your late husband was a high-ranking official in the Ministry of Magic. His picture frequently appears in The Daily Prophet, including his accidental death from the bite of a venomous tentacle, so it was not difficult to track him down. Your wedding with him was covered by the Witch Weekly, because your refusal to use your husband's surname caused a lot of trouble. Big controversy." He paused, noticing that Professor McGonagall was on the verge of a breakdown.

"Are you investigating me? I applied for an exemption for you and gave you permission to borrow all the library's collections, and you repay me like this?" The other party was so angry that his lips turned white and his whole body trembled, "Yes, I regard you as my own son Just as loving, even though I never had a chance to have a child. Is that why you humiliate me?"

"I don't mean to humiliate you, I'm just pointing out the facts, you're the one who really can't tell the difference between fiction and reality. You don't dare to face up to the trauma you've been through, you just cover it up, try to act like nothing happened, pretend you didn't go through it After this painful marriage, you are still the confident strong woman, and the students adore you and even fear you. But that is not the truth, now you are a woman with a broken heart, unable to get out of the shadow of the past."

The other party rushed out the door, but the students who were going to the library one after another in the corridor made her retreat.

It was not his words that tormented Mag, but the pride that the other party refused to let go.She stretched herself too tight, and always behaved like a strict teacher in front of students. She would rather deduct more points from her own college in front of colleagues than let others say that she was partial.He doubted that if Snape came to be the head of Gryffindor and McGonagall went to Slytherin, whether the one who won the Academy Cup for six consecutive years would become Gryffindor.The unfortunate death of her husband certainly caused Mag pain, but it was her self-blame that kept her from going back to her home and taking good care of herself for several years.She and her husband met when they were working in the Ministry of Magic. At that time, McGonagall was not yet 20 years old, but they did not get married until McGonagall was 50 years old. Witch Weekly described their emotional experience as high-ranking The result of men's persistent pursuit.Although he didn't know exactly what was holding them back, there was no doubt that her husband's early death would force Meg to wonder whether she would have brought more happiness to each other if she had married earlier?The refusal to use her husband's surname also means that McGonagall's resistance to marriage may be partly due to her too independent personality.She could have said all of this freely, cried a lot, and then let go of the past, but her pride and unwillingness to show weakness forced her to bear all this alone, chewing repeatedly, grinding the pain into an unbearable pain. Pharynx juice.Just like at this moment, she dare not walk out of this door, because she is afraid of being seen her vulnerable side.

But closing the door means that he will see all the scars hidden by the other party.

He stood up and walked to Mag, who was crying softly against the door, realizing that he might have gone too far. "Sorry, Professor." He wanted to hold the other's hand, but the other side avoided it. "I just want you to stop prying into my privacy. Not everyone is willing to tell others what they see in the mirror. It is often related to past trauma. Did the principal tell you that I am here? I think you There was no doubt that I might not have told the truth."

"The principal doesn't know anything. I was worried that you wouldn't be able to get out of the emotions brought to you by the mirror yesterday, so I came to see if you would be here." The other party said hoarsely, "I never doubted you. I even Also said in front of the headmaster that you were a good boy with a pure heart and that you cared more about Harry than yourself. You did this in front of me on purpose, you looked into my past, you knew my weaknesses, so you pretended Look like this to trick me into sympathy, and you know I'm powerless against you, so you can achieve your purpose, whatever it may be."

"You're right." He replied softly.The words whipped Meg like a whip.

"I'm still expecting you to tell me it's not true." The other party choked up, almost crying. "You hard-hearted little bastard! Why are you telling me the truth now? Why don't you keep lying to me?"

"Because, I think if there is someone who can let you yell at him, you will feel better." This time he finally grabbed the wrist of the other party, tightly, not letting the other party break free.

The other party pursed his lips and didn't laugh, but at least he stopped crying.

"I'm not as ungrateful as you think. I give you what you want and get what I need from it. But I think you have to be able to face the hurt you've been hurt in order to get over it. I admit that my methods are a bit extreme, For that I apologize to you." He looked into the other's eyes, knowing that McGonagall didn't really blame him.

"I don't know how to trust you." The other party said in a complicated and incomprehensible tone.

"You just have to believe that I'm not a sweet and innocent 12-year-old boy," he said with a wry smile.

"What do you want?"

"I just want you to accept me." He told the truth, but he didn't think the other party would believe it. He had destroyed McGonagall's trust in him, which he asked for. "If I don't behave like this, what will you think of me? If I appeared in front of you with this face from the beginning, would you give me affection? You will treat me as a monster, a child, shouldn't be like this What a complicated mind. I also wanted to be like a normal kid, but I didn't succeed, did I? That's why the principal tried me again and again, he saw through my disguise, he didn't trust me."

"Professor Dumbledore didn't mean to test you. We are professors, and we have our own way of dealing with children. The headmaster always wants to know as much as possible about what the children are thinking, so that they won't be confused as they get older." Out of touch with the students. He has no malice, you can trust him and rely on him." The other party sighed, "I know you are very wary of the principal, but I didn't expect him to put so much pressure on you."

"Now you believe me?" He asked in a low voice. If it were him, he would never believe it.

"I can't doubt every word you say, it's too tiring." The other party rubbed his hair, with a helpless tone, "Maybe some people can, but I can't, I would rather believe that your essence is still kind." Yes, I believe you still want to tell me the truth. So don't lie to me again, okay?"

He shook his head vigorously, "No, never again."

"I didn't intend to pry into your privacy," the other party said suddenly after a moment of silence, "but when I first entered this classroom, I saw your smile, which was different from the disguise you usually show us. Happiness from within. So I believe, there must still be some part of your heart that is as pure as other children, it just