Wild child

Dumbledore was walking down a dark, winding alley.

His destination was an orphanage in the middle of this labyrinth of alleys.He didn't need to do this job, he offered to take a look for himself.As for the reason, he couldn't tell.

Maybe it was just because the word "orphanage" brought back a memory from many years ago, and reminded him of the most talented but also the most terrifying student in his life.

There are two more right turns, and you will be there after walking straight for 200 meters... Dumbledore consulted the map in his mind.Just as he was about to turn the corner, the scuffle and the muffled sound of pain from the other side of the corner made him stop.

After pondering for a moment, he whispered something, and his figure gradually disappeared into the dusty and musty air.

Around the corner was a group—two groups to be exact—teenagers, most of them not neatly dressed, covered in dust, and some of them had bruised faces or clutched their bellies in pain.

The group on the other side of the wall looked older and stronger, and eight people surrounded the other group of children by the wall in a semicircle.

The other group was just a boy and a girl, both of whom were very small compared to the children they were confronting, standing shoulder to shoulder in Dumbledore's direction in a guarded pose.

The boy looked tense, gritted his teeth, and paled.The clothes on his body are obviously quite old, but they have been carefully washed and mended, and they match well. One can imagine that if he hadn't fought the fight just now, he would have looked clean and bookish.

Girls are quite different from him.She seemed to be wearing clothes that she grabbed at random. The overlong men's shirt was hastily cut into short sleeves and fell down to below her knees, revealing a small section of jeans. The oversized sneakers were kicked aside, and her dirty bare feet Stepping on the potholed mud.Her light gray hair color was considered good-looking, but it was stained with dirt and messy, which was in stark contrast to the messy brown hair of the boy next to her, who could see traces of careful grooming.

But compared to the boy, she is obviously much calmer, her almost black brown eyes are staring at the child on the other side of the wall, her expression and posture are very relaxed, her chin is raised proudly, as if she is lazily passing by a herd of deer, ready to launch at any time Attacking cheetah.

"You monster!" After a stalemate for a while, a big boy on the other side of the wall spoke first. He was the most well-dressed one among the group of children, and he seemed to be the head of the eight children.

"Trash!" The girl counterattacked without showing any weakness, her voice was full of stubbornness and ferocity, "You are a useless wretch who bullies the little and calls a large group of helpers!"

"Meddling bastard!" The big boy's face turned liver-colored, "Bastard!"

"Useless things!" The girl's eyes burst into anger for a moment, but she quickly restrained her anger, and sighed like an elder who hated iron and steel: "How many times more people are beaten like this, old man!" Orozko must have never been humiliated like this."

The verbal war continued for a few more rounds, the girl either taunted or scolded without losing the slightest bit, and the boy sometimes interjected, and the cooperation with the girl was very tacit.The children on the other side of the wall probably felt that there would be no good for them if they kept arguing, so they rushed towards the two children by the wall with a gesture from the big boy.

The girl completely ignored the children who were rushing over, and rushed to the big boy directly after being beaten a few times.The big boy originally planned to wait until his side was about to win before stepping forward to finish the fight, but when he was startled, he stabilized his posture and threw a straight punch. His reaction was quite fast and his skills were agile.

The girl dodged her head sideways, and the two hit each other, crackling and going through a few moves, all of which were quite neat.After all, the girl was weaker, and after a collision, her center of gravity was unstable and she took a few steps back. The boy saw it, and rushed over with a beautiful flying kick to kick her out.

Unexpectedly, the girl suddenly stabilized her figure at that moment, saw the kick coming, grabbed her ankle and threw her whole body weight towards the boy's back. The big boy who was much taller and stronger than her was directly crushed. The whole thing overturned, and both of them fell to the ground.

As soon as his back touched the ground, the boy turned over and wanted to stand up, but just as he turned over, the girl jumped up and knelt on the back of his neck without hesitation, smashing his head that had just been lifted two feet back to the ground.The entire body weight plus the force of the downward thrust was directly added to the head, and the big boy twitched twice and stopped moving.

Dumbledore couldn't help being taken aback. He originally thought that the two children by the wall would suffer because they were small and small, and was thinking about how to help them without any trace. He didn't expect the little girl to fight so fiercely.

Somehow he seemed to be noticed, the girl turned her head, her expression was as ruthless as a wild beast.

But in her eyes, Dumbledore was just a piece of air, so she found nothing and went back to deal with other children.The three children who were going to turn around and attack her stood there in a daze. They had already suffered a loss before, and now they saw that the leader also fell down, looking terrified and at a loss.So she went straight over them to help the brown-haired boy, who was already struggling under the siege of four children.

After rushing over, she punched and kicked and hit the shortest boy on the neck with an elbow, causing him to collapse on the ground.

After knocking down the other party, she straightened up, her eyes were as cold as a knife across the remaining six children, they looked at the two children who were paralyzed on the ground and then at the girl, and their attitudes began to retreat.

The girl rushed between them, as if she had spotted an antelope and then turned a blind eye to the other cheetahs, ignoring the beatings that rained down on her body and only hit one person, the brown-haired boy followed closely behind to help her as much as possible Block fists and feet.When another person collapsed on the ground clutching his stomach with a bleeding nose, the other children finally dispersed.Originally, there were two other big boys who wanted to take away, but after the girl quickly approached in that direction for a few steps, they left the big boy and fled.

Glancing at the backs of the children fleeing far away, the girl turned around and took off the belt belt of the boy who was temporarily immobilized by her beating, bent the boy back and ignored his cries of pain and begging for mercy, and tied his hands and feet in the One piece: "Okay, thanks to your weak bones, wait for your good friend to rescue you."

Then she sat down with a sigh of relief: "It's really dangerous... Alas."

She got a big cut on her forearm when she toppled the big boy, and the blood that flowed out has been rubbed all over by now.But she didn't seem to mind much, she just glanced at and pouted to shake off the blood on her hand.

"Are you okay, Smith?" The girl added, looking back at the brown-haired boy leaning against the wall panting, "Except for being scared silly?"

"I'm not... scared stupid." The brown-haired boy's pale face showed a little embarrassment, and he glanced at the girl's bleeding forearm, "At least better than you, you have suffered a lot of beatings today."

"Hey, I can't help it. There are so many of them and they are very powerful. If we don't directly beat one or two to scare them away, we will be killed in a while." The girl gritted her teeth and rubbed the beaten part, feeling a few It was quickly bruised and swollen, "This is called paying the smallest price."

She got up and walked towards the big boy who was still lying on his face, and said, "Idiot, to use that kind of trick that will make my center of gravity unstable. I wasn't completely sure of winning-you said if we put this The legs of the two guys are broken, will no one dare to trouble us in the future? I will be exhausted if this continues."

Smith was taken aback and shook his head vigorously: "Don't, Fanny, we're going to be in big trouble."

Hearing the name "Fanny", Dumbledore temporarily gave up the idea of ​​showing up directly, and decided to observe again.

"I think so." The girl turned the big boy over. "Yo, he seems to have a broken nose."

Her tone seemed to say, "Is this potato sprouting?"

Savage and rough, two words flashed in Dumbledore's mind, but to his surprise, Fanny asked Smith to sit down, put the big boy on Smith's leg, and then called Smith to help the big boy's nose. Then, he gently covered the big boy's face with his hands, glanced at the place where Dumbledore was, and closed his eyes.

Dumbledore was surprised to find that after closing her eyes, Fanny's expression became serene and focused, like a nun in prayer.

A slightly bluish silver light leaked from between Fanny's fingers. Two or three minutes later, Fanny opened her eyes and covered her head, her body trembling and panting heavily.

Panting for a while, Fanny put down her hand and pressed the big boy's face: "Well, although it's not very strong, it's still connected."

"Just now you said you were going to break their legs." Smith was amazed with a little amusement, and pressed his face, "You still have to spend so much effort to connect his nose. If you really break their legs , I guess you will have a headache for several days."

"It's okay to have a broken limb. I heard Benjamin say that if a broken nose is left to dry, people will choke to death. I hate him, but I don't want to kill him." Fanny shook her head, feeling impatient with her partner. Ignorant, "It doesn't matter if he dies, but I don't want to be arrested by the police because of him."

"Let's go, we won't be able to leave when they bring someone here." Smith smiled.

"Well, go to the river." Fanny stood up, staggering a little.

After the two children left, Dumbledore's figure appeared. He leaned over to check the big boy who was still lying on the ground, then pulled out his wand to strengthen the not-so-strong bridge of the nose, and cleaned the boy's face. Blood in the nose.

After finishing the processing, Dumbledore turned around and continued to walk towards the original destination, thinking about the information of the person he was looking for this time: Vanique Christo Isabella Sanchez, born on June 1980, 6 , father Charles Lynn Sanchez... currently resides at the Mrs. Avon Orphanage in Torrance Township.

The house where Mrs. Avon Orphanage was located was at least 50 years old. Dumbledore knocked on the rusty iron door, and a listless old woman led him into an untidy office.

After a while, a lazy fat woman came in, and looked critically at the old man in velvet suit with silver hair and beard hanging down to his waist.

A few seconds later, the fat woman who confirmed the fact that Dumbledore earned a lot of money seemed much more enthusiastic, and she came up to her and held out her hand:

"Oh, you are Mr. Albus Dumbledore, it's an honor to meet you."

"Hello, Mrs. Evan." Dumbledore shook hands with Mrs. Evan politely.

She asked Dumbledore to sit in an old armchair at the desk, and after a while she unlocked the wine cabinet in a hidden corner of the wardrobe top covered by debris and asked courteously, "May I buy you something?" What? How's the wine?"

"Thank you."

The cork was pulled out, the deep purple bottle was tilted over, and a few streams of mud-like liquid flowed into the glass - upon closer inspection, it was actually mud.Mrs. Evan exploded immediately, and she took a new glass after cursing several harsh words, and carefully picked out a bottle of transparent whiskey.Dumbledore watched with interest.

After both of their glasses were filled, and Mrs. Evan—after sniffing carefully and taking a sip—drank half of the glass, Dumbledore said, "I have already explained to you in my letter. , I came here to discuss with you about letting Fanny Sanchez study in our school."

"Oh, may I ask what kind of school it is?" Mrs. Evan asked with her eyes blushing slightly.

"The name of the school is Hogwarts," said Dumbledore.

"I haven't heard of it before, is it a school in another place?"

"Yes."

"boarding school?"

"Yes."

"Oh, that's right, our orphanage's funds are not very rich..."

"Hogwarts has a fund dedicated to students with financial difficulties—"

"That is to say, we don't need to spend a penny to let her live in your school?" Mrs. Evan interrupted Dumbledore, obviously she was most concerned about this issue.

"Yes." Dumbledore was still calm and polite.

"Will she come back again?"

"Maybe."

"Maybe?"

"Every summer vacation, but the possibility is not high."

"No problem." Mrs. Evan nodded and immediately asked, "Sir, may I ask, do you have any children?"

After getting a negative answer, Mrs. Evan immediately began to recommend Dumbledore to adopt the children in the orphanage like a salesman, and also enthusiastically introduced how smart and elegant those children are, as if she wished Dumbledore would take away most of the children .

Dumbledore declined politely, and asked again: "Can you tell me about Fanny Sanchez?"

"Oh, she has lived here for 7 years, and she was sent by a ragged woman who said she was abandoned by her parents." Mrs. Evan looked extremely disappointed, and her attitude was quite cold.

"How does she usually behave?" After Dumbledore asked, seeing Mrs. Evan seemed a little hesitant, he added: "I'm sure she can come to our school to study, no matter what you say, it won't change that."

"Well..." Mrs. Evan was half drunk at this time, after staring at Dumbledore for a while, she decided to believe him, so she blurted out: "She is a big trouble."

"Does she get into trouble a lot?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yeah." Mrs. Evan drank another half glass of wine, "Climb walls, fight, go to dirty places and make dirty friends, and Ansheng's hands and feet are not clean every day-look at that damn bottle I know how annoying she is. In the third grade, she destroyed most of the classrooms, and we apologized for a long time... We have changed several elementary schools, but no one can bear her."

"Destroyed most of the classroom?"

"Yeah...God knows how she did it, it looked like a hurricane was blowing through the classroom, a boy had his ribs broken by a table. Besides, she used to be rude to me..." Mrs. Evan suddenly He stopped talking in a panic, paused, and continued: "...Anyway, she is a nuisance. She still has a lot of weird things, except for Benson, basically no children approach her, or fight with her. Anyway , everyone will be happy when she leaves."

She seemed to be the most pleased about it, and Dumbledore gave her a noncommittal look.

"Hey, she doesn't know where she went wild again, she won't come back until dinner time during the holidays, you...?"

"I'll wait here for her to come back, I want to see her, please continue your work." Dumbledore said.

"Oh, well." Mrs. Evan seemed less enthusiastic.

"Can I look around here?" Dumbledore asked.

"Please."

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The dialogue between Dumbledore and Mrs. Evan is based on the original Dumbledore entering the orphanage to meet Tom Riddle, just take a look