Wild child

So Dumbledore walked out of the office. Unexpectedly, he saw the old woman who opened the door for him waiting for him at the door, and it seemed that she had been waiting for a long time.

"Who are you?" he asked gently.

"I'm the assistant here, Sean Gerda." The old woman seemed a little embarrassed, "I want to talk to you about Fanny."

So Dumbledore and her walked into the hall, and as soon as they went down the last step, Gerda said, "Mrs. Fanny's?"

"Oh, she said, everyone would be glad she was gone," replied Dumbledore.

"Lies!" Dumbledore had just finished speaking when Gerda yelled, and the embarrassment in her tone disappeared, "She herself will be happy about it! She doesn't like children at all, but she has nothing to do, so she has to inherit Madam's Orphanage, shamelessly changed the name of the orphanage..."

"Gerda, can you tell me about Fanny Sanchez?" Dumbledore asked politely after Gerda's scolding ended.

"Of course, of course..." Gerda looked a little embarrassed, "Well... Fanny is the kindest and bravest child I have ever met. Of course, she is a bit rough, mischievous, and rude , but I have a good heart."

Dumbledore listened intently.

"She learned her boxing skills from Swain at Spider's End all the way down the river, but she never bullied the weak, and often stopped the older kids from bullying the younger ones. If she hadn't always stood up to a few bullying kids nearby , the children in the orphanage must not be at peace.

"Mrs. Evan must have told you that she is rude and rude? Humph, this child only shows respect to those she considers worthy of respect. For me, who has worked hard for the orphanage for most of my life, there are also those responsible assistants and competent school teachers. She has always been gentle. She mercilessly accused Mrs. Evan of misappropriating the funds of the orphanage, so that the children in the orphanage could only use some shabby old things, so Mrs. Evan hated her.

"Actually, what Fanny said is absolutely right, I really don't know how she found out, this child has always been sensitive.

"This temper has caused her a lot of trouble. The domineering children she taught nearby and Mrs. Evan pick on her from time to time, so the children are afraid to make friends with her—except for Smith, who is also A brave and good boy. But if Fanny does leave, I guarantee no one will be happy except Mrs. Evan and those little rascals."

Gerda sighed, thought for a while and added: "Perhaps she would be happier if she went to your school. The environment here... well, a child like her deserves a better life. I don't know." What happened to her parents..."

"She will be happy with us, I assure you, Gerda," said Dumbledore seriously.

For the next hour, Dumbledore asked random questions about other people in the orphanage.

The opinions he heard were mixed. Obviously, both Gerda and Mrs. Evan had a biased evaluation of Fanny.

To sum it up, on the one hand, Fanny really got the essence of the word "bear child": Sneaking out on Saturday morning, climbing to the top of the church and throwing tiles at the people who came to worship the next morning, lying on her stomach in the classroom where the tutoring class was taking place. She hooted like an owl outside her window, and once an assistant caught a glimpse of her uncharacteristically obediently staying in a corner of the kitchen boiling water, and 10 minutes later a white flower appeared in the pot of Mrs. Evan's favorite calla lily. Unfortunately, Mrs. Evan came back two days later and found the pot of calla lilies dead.

Obviously, that bottle of mud was also her masterpiece. No matter what kind of lock Mrs. Evan puts on or where the wine cabinet is moved, there will always be soy sauce or mud poured out of the bottle after a while.Once she wanted to change the taste, she filled a transparent bottle with earthworms and ants very patiently, punched a hole and placed it in the most conspicuous position.Moreover, she is extremely nimble in her hands and feet, and she has almost never been caught.

The best one was one day last year.A fleet of ships was moored at the ferry near the small town for loading and unloading. At noon, when the number of people on board was the least, a group of children suddenly rushed up to sprinkle mud in their clothes, and retreated until all the people on the ship roared and rushed down to chase them away.At this time, Fanny led the reserve team to rush into the boats and drove away the largest one, laying it across the middle of the river to block the entire water traffic, then swam back to the bank and escaped into the cobweb-like alleys with the other children.

Fanny, on the other hand, does often stand up for the other kids.Although many times she fights to be competitive with others, she also spared the helpless orphanage children a lot of losses when Mrs. Evan ignored the children at all-most of which were her I ate it myself.

All of these made him interested in this girl.

Fanny and Smith did not return to the orphanage until dinner was about to begin.The clothes on Fanny's body were half dry and half wet, and there were only a few stains on the clothes. Obviously, the clothes and wounds were washed in the river; the short hair was also clean, but it was still messy.Smith, on the other hand, is completely like a calm and quiet ordinary student.

"Fanny! Why did you come back so late? We are all worried." Mrs. Evan greeted her warmly.

"..." Mrs. Evan put on what she thought was the most amiable expression, and Fanny glared at her.

Mrs. Evan was a little embarrassed, but she still pointed at Dumbledore kindly and said, "Here, this is Mr. Dumbledore. He is here to pick you up."

"Which school?" Fanny turned directly to Dumbledore and asked, "St. Bruce Safety Center School for Juvenile Offenders?"

"Don't talk like that!" Mrs. Evan scolded, then turned to Dumbledore: "I'm sorry, this child has always been a little—"

Dumbledore raised his hand to signal her to be quiet, then looked at Fanny with interest and said, "No, it's Hogwarts."

"I've never heard of it. Are you only going to admit me?" Fanny said unceremoniously.

"I suppose so." Dumbledore didn't mind.

"Can you add him?" Fanny pointed to Smith on the side.

"I'm afraid not. You are the only one here who meets the admission requirements."

"Oh, what if I refuse to go?"

"Admission is entirely voluntary."

"Then I won't go." Fanny said flatly.

Dumbledore stopped Mrs. Evan, who was about to open her mouth to roar, and asked, "Can I talk to this child alone?"

"Before that, please let me bandage her wound." Before Mrs. Evan could reply, Gerda spoke first, looking worriedly at the gash on Fanny's forearm.

"Shut up, Gerda!" Mrs. Evan snapped, then turned to Dumbledore, "Of course, please."

"It won't be long." Dumbledore said to Gerda reassuringly, and then turned to Fanny, "Just go..."

"But I haven't agreed yet." Fanny turned her head and walked back to the room, slammed the door shut and locked it with a click.What kind of a good person could be who dressed richly and was treated so politely by Mrs. Evan?This time, he will probably be sued again. Since the situation is already so bad, there is no need to be polite.

But not long after the door clicked open, Fanny jumped up and looked at the calm Dumbledore in surprise: "How did you get in?"

"Hello, Fanny." Dumbledore said happily, "I'm sorry, I did not consider your opinion just now. Would you like me to go in and talk to you? Even if it's just to talk about how I got in?"

"Uh...oh, okay, let's talk about it." Fanny froze for a moment, she rarely heard someone speak to her in such a gentle tone, and her curiosity was indeed aroused.

So Dumbledore went in and locked the door and sat on a bed opposite Fanny.

"How did you get in?" Fanny cut to the chase.

"This starts with our school," said Dumbledore, turning on the bedside lamp, and when the dim yellow light came on, he found a faint blue halo in Fanna's dark brown eyes, "Huo Gwartz, full name is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"Oh, it's something like magic tricks." Fanny showed a little interest, "I have also learned the trick of picking locks."

"It's magic." Dumbledore corrected, shaking his head.

"Magic?" Fanny repeated. It's not uncommon for her to be sent to a mental hospital. It's really rare to send a mental patient to talk to her.

"Yes. Hogwarts is a school of wizardry for the gifted."

"What kind of mental hospital or a shelter for handicapped children? Or a research institute or something?" Fanny stared at Dumbledore warily, "Seriously, if you're going to buy me back and cut me up, you will definitely Disappointed."

"Is there anything special about you?"

"No, I'm far behind the others." Fanny began to wring her fingers, "White can swim to the other side of the river without showing his head, Kim is the person I've ever seen spit the furthest, and Sarasey can do it all at once. 11 sneezes, Elf hits the head with a tile and hits the bridge of the nose every time..."

Dumbledore listened intently until Fanny flipped each finger of one hand three times and couldn't think of a new word.Fanny realized that this person was unusually patient, so she shrugged her shoulders: "In short, I must not be able to compare with them, that is, the eyes are a little different... Oh, you can't be the same person as Dr. Nasty. "

Seeing Dumbledore's questioning expression, Fanny continued, "He likes to collect these. I've seen hands, eyeballs, and heads soaked in bottles in his house. There is a very beautiful girl on the other end, just staring. It's so big, it must be scared to death. Dr. Nasty must have put glue in her eye sockets so that her eyeballs didn't fall out. Last time he talked to me and stared into my eyes like I've been hungry for days look."

"It's a beautiful color." Dumbledore looked into Fanny's eyes, and when she turned her eyes to think of words, the faint blue streamer was as agile as a mountain spring.

"Really, they always say my eyes look like monsters, or ask me if I wear contact lenses." Fanny showed just the right fear and flattery as if she was talking to the weird person she said, "But I can guarantee that the eyes There must be a lot of people with rare and beautiful colors. My eye color is not bright at all, you don't want it."

"Not being able to appreciate beautiful things is one of the greatest tragedies." Dumbledore shook his head and said, "However, when I say 'special' I don't mean things like eye color, but something similar to what you received today. Good talent for that boy's nose."

Fanny was startled, and turned into a bit of deliberate disdain: "It's true that I have broken a few noses, but I don't know which noses I took."

"I know," Dumbledore remained calm, "because I saw it."

But I'm sure there are no other talents... Fanny looked at Dumbledore in surprise, pursed her lips, looked away and did not speak.

"Didn't you look at me twice?" Dumbledore smiled kindly. "To be honest, I have to admire your intuition. What you were looking at was exactly where I was."

"...I felt that someone was looking at me, but I didn't see anyone around me."

"Yes, I can hide it if I want to." Dumbledore nodded.

"Can you be invisible?" Fanny went through all the magic methods she knew in her mind, and she really couldn't think of any way to make people stay in front of her but make her invisible, "That's impossible, then At such a short distance, there will definitely be flaws.”

"Because it's not magic, it's magic." Dumbledore looked straight into those brown-blue eyes, "I'm a wizard, and so are you."

"..." Fanny already had some confidence, "Then, prove it to me."

Dumbledore felt that this scene seemed familiar, so he raised his eyebrows: "If you plan to enroll, maybe you should call me 'Sir' or 'Professor'."

"I didn't say that." Fanny rolled her eyes, "If you can prove that you have that qualification, then I will call you 'Professor' or 'Mr. If you're the kind of fool you are, then even if I go to that magic school, I'll just think you're a big talker."

The child only shows respect to those she deems worthy of respect.Dumbledore didn't mind Fanny's completely impolite language, and gently pulled Fanny's arm. When he saw the various mottled scars on his arm, he paused, took out his wand from the inner pocket of his suit, and touched it lightly. touched.Then the big opening closed like a zipper at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving a light red mark, and the other scratches disappeared completely.

"This...is really miraculous." Fanny squeezed and tapped on the arm, "It feels similar to when I was healing myself, but much faster."

"Because the principle is the same, but unschooled wizards who can consciously use magical power are rare." This is very similar to that person, but it is not used for harm but for rescue, "Why don't you heal your own? hurt?"

"Oh, because I have to be very nervous to find that feeling. After the end, I will be very tired and have a headache. If I can use it, I don't need it."

Dumbledore's expression became more gentle, and he took out a letter and handed it over.

"Instructions for new students? Hmm..." Fanny looked up after reading, "I have to buy all these things, I don't have any money."

"Hogwarts has a fund dedicated to those who need funding to buy textbooks and school robes, but I'm afraid some of your magic books can only be bought second-hand." Dumbledore took out a leather bag from his pocket. Handed over the purse.

Fanny's eyes lit up, and a new world was unfolding before her eyes.Just as his hand was about to touch the purse, he retracted it again.

"Maybe I can't..." She hesitated and spoke with difficulty.

"Is it because of your friend Smith?" Dumbledore thought for a moment, remembering what the girl had asked him before.

"Ah, part of it." Fanny curled her lips, "You probably also heard about my bad deeds from dear Mrs. Evan. Smith is not very skilled. If all these bad things happen to him, That's choking enough."

"Would you like to enroll if your friend could find a home?" asked Dumbledore.

"I...uh, of course, I am willing." Fanny nodded.

"Then it's decided." Dumbledore got up happily, "The dinner may be over, but Gerda will definitely save a copy for you."

Regarding her wound, Fanny insisted that it was what it was, that Gerda had been dazzled by the dim light.She didn't tell anyone about the magic, and for the next few days, if the letter wasn't still in her hands, she would have thought Dumbledore's appearance was a dream.

A week later, Smith was adopted by an elegant middle-aged woman.Fanny observed carefully. She felt that this woman looked familiar, but she couldn't remember it.Seeing that she acted naturally and that she loved Smith from the bottom of her heart, she reluctantly said goodbye to the excited Smith.

Seeing the two figures gradually disappear at the end of the alley, Fanny felt lost.

Three days later Dumbledore appeared, still in the same velvet suit and kind smile:

"Hi, Fanny. Are you ready to start school now?"

"Oh, I think so." Fanny nodded, she was wearing her neatest outfit, "Do you know the person who took Smith away?"

"Well." Dumbledore handed over the money bag again, "Then, let's go shopping for the items on the list, and we can drop by Smith's new home when we come back."