[Zhongyingmei] Donuts are divided into half for you

In the end, Jeremy didn't ask for Lizzie's contact information either.

Lizzie tactfully rejects him, and reveals that she already wants to belong.Jeremy was disappointed for a while, but quickly recovered his spirits.

"Booming and rumbling", the bus made a loud noise of a train moving away, carrying the broken heart of the young ticket seller away.

Lizzie turned her gaze, and all her attention was attracted by the castle not far away.It looked like a page torn from a British illustrated magazine of the last century, with the dark lake and the spiers standing in a row.

There is a small point in the center of the lake that comes from paddling.Lizzie was the first to see a garnet-red flame, and raised her arms in greeting.

That's Wanda, and when you get closer, you can see that she is also very happy, with a smile on her face; she is wearing a black wizard robe, and the kerosene lamp in her hand is flickering.

Lizzie boarded the boat.

The boat swayed and swayed, rippled on the lake, and headed towards the castle.

Illuminated by lights, they passed through tunnels, drove over cliffs, and finally reached a meadow in the shadow of the old castle.

The boat docked.Lizzie followed Wanda up the damp steps, and with a "creak", the huge oak door opened right in front of them.

"Welcome to Hogwarts."

Wanda is like the hostess of an ancient castle, introducing her with a familiar tone.Although she is only an exchange student from the United States, she has been in Hogwarts for some time, and Hogwarts has become her second home.

Lizzie could hardly see.

This is simply a scene from a fairy tale!

It is already night.The velvet-like deep black ceiling, dotted with scattered starlight, looks exactly like the real sky outside.Indoors, countless suspended candles illuminate the entire quaint hall.

Although it was Christmas Eve, the auditorium was already full of atmosphere.The ribbons and the Christmas tree complement each other, and it is obviously enchanted. It looks shiny, and there are floating gold powders that are only stained on the wings of fairies in ancient mythology.

"I thought you'd be in Ilvermorny by now—it's so pretty, I like it here."

As she spoke, Lizzie carefully touched the small icicles hanging on the Christmas tree with her hands.It's cool and slippery to the touch, but it's solid and won't melt at all.

"I have some things to do when I stay here." Wanda shrugged. "Hey, Hogwarts is really good, if you ask me, but Ilvermorny is the best. They are two styles. .”

Lizzie couldn't help laughing at Wanda's proud appearance.Young people with a strong sense of collective honor always feel that their school is the best one.

Wanda took her directly to the long table.There were only a few students in the auditorium. When Lizzie sat down, two students wearing gold and red scarves were staring at her curiously.

"This is the long table in Gryffindor," Wanda explained to her. "The students are almost gone, going home for Christmas. I was registered on the detention list last week."

Lizzie asked her suspiciously, "I thought you were going to spend Christmas with Pietro."

It's a big day, and siblings Pietro and Wanda are always inseparable; they're just as bonded as Bucky and Lizzie.

When she received the invitation, Lizzie was the first to think of her little friend Pietro. When he heard the news that his sister couldn't spend Christmas with him, he might be so sad that he would burst into tears.

Wanda was very calm: "He has his affairs, and I have mine. He just went abroad to study with Professor Xavier two days ago. If you think about it seriously, he abandoned me first."

Wanda was calm on the surface, but she couldn't help venting a little bit of resentment towards the end.

Lizzie blinked her eyes, and suddenly clapped her palms together, pretending to just remember:

"By the way, I almost forgot to give you a Christmas present!"

She took out a delicately packaged glass jar from her pocket.The jar was extremely delicate, and it was wrapped in a layer of packaging that looked like sugar paper, and it shone brightly under the candle.The body of the can is covered with hand-folded little stars.

"I made it when I was free at Karma Taj some time ago, and it happened to be for you." Lizzie was honest, rubbing the tip of her nose a little shyly, "It's very simple, and there are no spells added to it."

She would like to draw something memorable on the jar with mage sparks, but it is too difficult for her at the art preschool level.

Wanda forgot all the depression about thinking about her brother. She took the jar and found that it was still heavy: through the glass lid that was not wrapped in candy wrappers, she saw all kinds of things inside. Fudge and praline.

"These are all small snacks that I have tasted and think they taste good. I don't know if you like them."

Lizzie is not very disturbed by this: she believes that she follows the trend closely and loves the tastes that are popular among the younger generation.

Wanda was obviously very happy: "I'm missing these! You know what? Chocolate frogs have bitten their heads a lot, and I occasionally think about those simple foods that don't move."

... Lizzie didn't think she would like "Chocolate Frog".It's an instinct, and even with the word "chocolate" in its name, it doesn't take away the goosebump-inducing first impression.

"You're so cute."

Wanda tossed the sugar bowl back and forth, giggling, and kissed Lizzie on the cheek.

"...You, you too."

Today's young people are so enthusiastic!

Lizzie felt a little burn where she had kissed her.

"I have prepared this for you too." Wanda said while taking out a small ribbon box from under the table, which contained a bottle of turquoise ink.

"Color-changing ink. It can change into various beautiful colors at will." Wanda picked up the ink bottle and shook it lightly. After a while, the ink precipitated into an orange-yellow color.

The two friends who exchanged Christmas presents are very happy, and each other feels that their friendship is stronger.

Wanda pushed Lizzie a small portion of Christmas pudding with a silver spoon in front of her: "It's past meal time, and there's nothing to eat. If you can't get enough, I think we can go to the small kitchen, which is in the Hercules. Next door to the Chippaqi dormitory, let the house-elves have a little cooking."

The Christmas pudding was generous and creamy, topped with pralines and prunes.Lizzie scooped it slowly with a small spoon, indicating that she had already eaten when she came, and the little dessert came just right, enough to fill her stomach.

Just as Lizzie's cheeks bulged from eating, Wanda, who was watching her from the side, gradually became stiff.

"Good evening, Principal... sir."

A shadow like a bat's giant wings enveloped them.Lizzie looked up.

"It's not a good night, Miss Maximov. If you can't give me a reasonable explanation for the person next to you, I'm afraid you will both be kicked out tonight."

How can there be such a gloomy and smooth sound-like a cello soaked in formalin liquid, stained with chilling dampness.Looking up from the dark wizard robe, there is a pale and unkind face.Greasy black hair, hooked nose, thin lips—

But now the thin lips were curled so viciously that no one would suspect that his mouth was full of venom.

Lizzie gulped. She forgot that she still had rag pudding in her mouth, so she choked to death in front of this Hogwarts professor in embarrassment.

"Tsk-tsk."

The black-faced professor twitched his mouth contemptuously, and took a big step to the side, the corner of his robe was blowing.

While helping the little friend, Wanda responded dryly: "I'm sorry, the principal, this is a friend of mine who has already registered with the Ministry of Magic, and I have also obtained permission from Professor McGonagall."

McGonagall has always been in charge of the relationship between mutants and wizards—it was also Wanda and Lizzie who were unlucky, and were caught by Snape on a whim at the dinner table.

Lizzie swallowed the soft Christmas pudding - which was no easy feat, because Headmaster Snape had been staring at her, and she felt that the pudding was blocking her esophagus, and she was now half-up and uncomfortable.

Mr. Snape looked like some kind of creature that lived in a bat cave or a snake cave—in short, he didn't like to see the light very much, and he could gouge out human flesh with just his eyes.

He studied her for a long time—a long time—until Lizzie couldn't help twisting her ass stuck to the stool.

He twitched his nose at Lizzie, and let out an impatient nasal voice: "Don't try to cause trouble. Any responsibility, take your own responsibility. I wish you a pleasant trip to Hogwarts."

His welcome speech did not have a hint of welcome, more like sending her to hell.

"—Merry Christmas to you, Headmaster!"

Professor Snape left, his steps fast, his black robes swaying behind him like he was stepping on a billowing cloud.Wanda shouted behind him, his rigid body paused, and he didn't turn his head.

It wasn't until Snape's back was completely out of sight that Lizzie threw herself on the long table, trembling:

"...Mr. Principal is really scary."

Wanda stroked her back like a cat, and said with a smile: "There are not many people in Hogwarts who are not afraid of him. He likes mean people the most, and Gryffindor is especially despised by him."

She changed the subject, but she was very rational again: "But he is a good man, and he was also responsible for the final victory of justice in the battle with Voldemort."

"I think he... must have suffered a lot."

After a while, Lizzie whispered hesitantly.

Mr. Principal's flame is beautiful, unexpectedly beautiful.It's emerald green - like someone's eyes.It was bright too, but the heart of the flame never stopped shaking.

This shows that he has been in a state of paradox and wandering for a long time.

Wanda was silent for a while, and wanted to say something, but she didn't say it after all.

After Lizzie finished her pudding, Wanda led her to the Gryffindor common room.They walked through the corridor, the portrait stared at them all the way, whispering.

Those moving portraits successfully attracted Lizzie's attention.She joked to Wanda: "I thought I couldn't get rid of the shadows, but seeing them now, I think my ability to accept is quite strong."

She meant the fight with the witch who ran out of the portrait last time.The best fake of them all stabbed her in the heart and incapacitated her for a moment.

Wanda's eyebrows twitched slightly, and the candles beside the corridor illuminated her side face, half bright and half gloomy.

She paused, glanced at the creaking armor in the corridor, and lowered her voice: "Coincidentally, I have been rushing about this matter during this time."

Lizzie was a little puzzled: "But as far as I know, they've been caught—"

The Magic Council of America controlled the group of witches who came back from the dead in the portraits, and they are still tortured in prison until now.

"No, it's not them. Those four sisters have accomplices."

Wanda answered firmly.

"We did battlefield recovery and contacted Dr. Banner, so we tortured them. At first they were very strict with their mouths, but fire magic is very difficult-especially for people who are burned to death .”

"They confessed that they cooperated with others, got your intelligence information and set out to destroy you. Since the two parties have related interests, they hit it off."

Wanda reminded her: "Do you remember? The one who injected Dr. Banner with lizard serum and made him go berserk?"

"—We suspect that he is their collaborator, that is, their intelligence provider."

Following Wanda's cold voice, a nerve in Lizzie's brain twitched.She thought of a vague figure in her memory a long time ago, like a sketch paper picked up from a corner, the outline gradually appeared on the paper.

Hoodie, dark hair, a little stubble on his chin.

"I have the impression." Lizzie was slightly confused, "He disappeared very quickly, as if he was suddenly taken away by a hook—"

"Apparition." Wanda nodded solemnly, "Evidence of his collusion with the four witch sisters."

The fog of war has been lifted.The Hulk, Dr. Lizard, the four witch sisters... There is an invisible thread that connects them together.

At the intersection of the lines stands a man.

"We've been tracking him down. He's a veteran of hiding and changes places frequently. A recent track has him in the south of England."

That's why Wanda stayed in England.

She took a photo from her pocket and handed it to Lizzie.It was a moving magic photo, and Lizzie recognized the man at a glance.

He seemed to be buying something in a store, the brim of his hat was pulled down extremely low, his head turned slightly, revealing a quarter of his face.

Brown hair, brown eyes.

"This matter is related to you and Dr. Banner. As soon as we have news, we will immediately notify the Avengers Building."

Lizzie asked her, "Do you know who he is?"

There was a loud noise in the flame of the candle, and white tears flowed down.

"—his name is Zemo. Helmut Zemo."

The author has something to say: I went to see the marriage of the gods at noon today hahahahaha my hammer base, here I come!

The biggest bug in this article is Professor Snape, because I love him so much that I really can't bear to let him die...

ps Last time I asked you to guess the person, you don’t guess or guess, it’s okay now (guilty)

I don't dare to read the comments anymore, I'm afraid you will hit me, slip away

[Time to roll call and send little red flowers]:

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[Today I give you a kiss from Professor Snape]