Group favorite daughter [Zhongyingmei]

As soon as the miserable Myrtle cried, the whole bathroom was flooded. Ella had to go out first with the notebook in the green cover, and saw the blond man half leaning against the wall and quietly drooping his eyes.

The flames of the blazing torches in the distance jumped, making his side face flickering. His long eyelashes trembled slightly and cast a patch of mottled light and shadows. A black cloak that dragged the floor was draped over his broad shoulders, like a piece of paper on the side of the wall. Insignificant shade.

The little girl was startled, subconsciously stood at attention, hid the notebook behind her back, and called softly, "Daddy?"

The thin lips were pursed gently, the blond man hummed in a low voice, walked towards her slowly, stopped a step away from the little girl, stepped back slightly, squatted down, and untied his slender white fingers The tie of the cloak in front of her said softly, "The robe is all wet."

Picking up the robe with her fingers, Ella lowered her head to look, and sure enough, the bottom of the robe was already wet with water from the bathroom. If you didn't pay special attention, the darker color would not be easy to see.

Of course the fluffy little slippers got wet too.

With his right knee touching the ground and his left leg propped up, he easily hugged the little girl to his lap with one hand. Jarvis firmly held little Ella in his arms, and the wide cloak completely covered the little girl. , only revealing the golden and fluffy little head.

Hanging eyes took off her wet shoes, and he took out a soft handkerchief from his pocket to dry his two restless little feet. It was cold at night, but now the water was icy cold, and he covered it with warm big hands. The two little feet warmed up for a while, and when the temperature recovered, they got up with the little girl in their arms.

The whole person was hugged and wrapped in a large black cloak by Jarvis. The little girl sat on his strong and steady arm and blinked. She wanted to stretch her arms around his neck, but he stopped her.

"Hands will be cold."

"I'm not afraid." The little milk voice replied very quickly, and the little girl immediately raised her hand to hug him, but this time she was directly held down by the big hand.

Gathering the slightly spread cloak, Jarvis said, "You will catch a cold."

After a pause, I remembered that the little girl was not sensitive to this description, and added, "I still need to take medicine."

Thinking of the bitter pills, the little girl immediately frowned, frowning a little hesitantly.

Jarvis looked at it, raised his hand to smooth the wrinkled little bun, but stopped halfway up the hand, the little girl noticed and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

Looking around at the wet shoes on the ground and the temporary notebook, Jarvis said truthfully, "This hand just covered your feet."

The little bare feet hanging under the cloak moved their toes back and forth, the little girl blinked, and buried herself in his chest shyly, saying in a low voice, "I washed my feet before going to bed."

"I know." Jarvis laughed, he looked at the things underneath, "What is that notebook?"

The little girl buried in her broad and strong chest turned her head and shook her head indifferently.

"I don't know. I flew over from outside when I was playing the Flying Charm. It must have been thrown away. Dad, did you see anyone else?"

Jarvis shook his head, "No."

"That's really strange." Ella poked her head out to have a look, hesitated for a while, "Do you want to throw it away? It's so heavy to take back."

Looking around, the little girl muttered again, "But there is no trash can here."

A gust of cool wind blew, and the cover of the notebook on the ground moved.

Jarvis: "Is it cold? Why don't you go back first."

Seeing that he didn't bring anything with him when he came out, the little girl gave him a suggestion, "You can use a cloak to wrap the little rabbit slippers and notebook, it's the first time you wear the little rabbit shoes, there are no clean ones. Ash."

After thinking about it, he asked a little uncertainly, "Will that dark green cover fade? What if the little rabbit is dyed green?"

"Probably not, it's a leather cover." As the little girl said, Jarvis picked up the slippers and notebook with his cloak, and picked them up with one hand, "Go back."

"Uh-huh!"

The little girl nodded her head up and down vigorously. His light blond hair rubbed his neck itchy. She curled up in her arms and stayed quiet for a while. Her two arms crept onto his shoulders from under the cloak. She moved her little hand up. The blue eyes glanced at him quietly, and when he saw that he continued to walk without any abnormality, he moved again.

Probing back and forth on the edge of being discovered, the little girl finally got her wish and put her arms around his neck, hanging in his arms like a small kangaroo, tilting her head and smiling with her eyes narrowed, not knowing that the man above her head was also bending silently. I raised my lips.

……

Children are always energetic and sleepy easily. The next morning, the little girl woke up early, turned over and lay on Jarvis's body, and honestly explained what happened when she sneaked out last night, and then limply Take the initiative to admit mistakes.

Lying on his chest, the little girl in white pajamas rested her chin with her hands, her little head moved up and down as she spoke, "I was wrong~ I won't go out when I hear strange noises, even if I go out, I have to tell my father of."

Jarvis was pressed down and could only lie flat on the bed, his short light blond hair was messed up on the pillow, he protected the little girl from falling with one hand, and asked calmly, "Are you aware of your mistake?"

"Yeah!" The little girl nodded her head, "I know I'm wrong, I know—woo!"

Covering her mouth with both hands, the blue eyes that were still crescent like crescent moons immediately became tearful, and the little girl pursed her mouth while covering her mouth.

Jarvis, who was still calm at first, immediately panicked. He turned over and covered the little girl in front of him, carefully touched her cheek with his fingertips, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

The little girl looked at him with tears in her eyes, her voice was vague, "I bit my tongue QAQ."

Jarvis: "..."

While worried, I also wanted to laugh.

The aggrieved and pitiful appearance made him unconsciously relax his movements, "Let me see if there is any bleeding."

Wrinkling her little nose, the little girl separated her hands, opened her mouth and stretched out her red tongue to show him. Jarvis looked at it carefully with her little chin, and felt relieved.

"I have a small cut, just don't eat irritating things for the past two days, the human body has a strong ability to heal itself."

As soon as she heard that she couldn't eat delicious food, the little girl seemed to have suffered some huge blow and suddenly became depressed. She sniffled, "The Internet is full of big lies..."

"What?" Jarvis didn't understand the endless sentence.

The little girl shook her head, "Nothing."

Because of the bitten tongue, Ella was stuck in the frustration of not being able to eat mints all morning, watching Jarvis put away the irritating candies such as lemon mint to prevent her from eating them by mistake.

Leisure time is meaningless without mints!

However, the sore tongue made the little girl stop eating. She has refreshed about one-tenth of the map of Hogwarts, and today can just take advantage of it to go to class and expand it a bit.

Speaking of class, what do you need to bring to class?

Pens, textbooks, notebooks?

Ella looked curiously at the few books that Dumbledore asked the elf to send, but she couldn't find the notebook. After thinking about it, she found the clean notebook that Jarvis put away in the bottom drawer.

Flipping through, except for the cover and the traces of being soaked in water, there are all blank pages.

The little girl pursed her lips depressedly. Dad must have not slept last night. Otherwise, how could the dirty and wet notebook become clean? Speaking of which, her cloak has also been washed and dried.

It was not time for class yet, Ella jumped onto the stool with her notebook in her arms, spread it out on the table, picked up a long white quill and dipped it in ink.

Since the owner of this "Tom M. Riddle" notebook has lost it, she can use it, right?

The little girl who is used to holding crayons and pens writes a little unskillfully, and the chubby letters dragged their tails and danced on the yellowed paper——

[Hogwarts is a magical world of magic, the ceiling and ghosts here are very individual, and the children are also very friendly. 】

[I made a mistake last night, and then I learned how to apologize online.It is said in the forum that you must take the initiative to admit your mistakes and be sincere in order to be forgiven.But it's kind of bad that what I want to do is sometimes the opposite of what the dads want, and the next time something happens, I'm not sure if I will make the right choice. 】

[But Dad also said that there is no absolute right. 】

[The forum did not say that it would bite the tongue. 】

Turning over a page of paper casually, she pursed her lips and thought about it again. Ella realized that it was a bit like a diary, but a notebook without a password is not safe. Maybe she can encrypt it?The little girl who thought of a good way became like this when she wrote again——

【0IFJ40GIHRIO204U52C3Q8U4U492005U304U8THG13T4HF8GG38G……】

For AI, encryption conversion is super convenient!

As she was writing, the little girl suddenly discovered that what she had just written had disappeared!As if absorbed by paper, it disappeared!

Putting the quill aside, Ella touched the yellowed paper, there was no trace of wet ink, and then turned it forward, and sure enough, the handwriting on the previous page was gone!

"Wow..." The little girl was just about to share the strange notebook with Jarvis, when a line of words appeared out of thin air after her string of disappearing encrypted passwords.

【Who are you? 】

The slender cursive English with round strokes, smooth and mature handwriting is in stark contrast to the girl's immature letters.

But adhering to the safety principle of not revealing her information to strangers, Ella picked up the quill and asked back.

【Who are you? 】

[I am Tom Riddle, the owner of the diary. 】

The blue eyes widened in surprise, and the little girl continued.

【Why did you throw away your diary?Not a single word was written on it. 】

[It's not me, someone else lost it. 】

[Then why don't you pick it up? 】

This time it took a few seconds for the handwriting to appear, [Because I am already dead. 】

It's dead... The little girl rested her chin and sighed in her heart, the ghosts at Hogwarts really have their own personalities, including Peeves, crybaby, jazz ghost, and diary ghost.

【is this your home? 】

【Yes. 】

[When your laptop got wet last night, did you leak water there? 】

Another few seconds of blankness, 【No. 】

【amazing,】

Ella was just halfway through writing when Jarvis came in from the outside, holding a little owl bag in his hand, seeing her stretching her arms in front of the desk to reach for the ink, he looked at her suspiciously, "What are you doing? "

The little girl happily said, "Chat! There is a diary ghost living in the diary!"

Um?Jarvis looked at the notebook, apparently linking the strange voice that Ella said last night and the diary that appeared inexplicably with this ghost. The little girl jumped down to the ground.

"It's time for class."

The little girl patted her forehead, "That's right!" She casually put away the diary and books and stuffed them into her schoolbag.

Mr. Diary: ...

The morning class was Professor McGonagall's transfiguration class. However, when little Ella entered the classroom, she did not find the elegant and classic professor in the dark green wizard robe and the peaked hat, sitting on the teacher's chair in front of her. With a beautiful and dignified tabby cat.

Cat……

Cat!

If it wasn't for Jarvis' pull, the little girl with bright eyes would almost rush up!

fuzzy! ! !

Jarvis said calmly, "Think about A Mao."

The little girl immediately calmed down.That's right, Ah Mao won't let her touch other cats...

What a pity, she still wanted to ask that cat if he had seen Ah Mao.

But in the next second, she was glad that she was pulled, because the tabby cat with a dignified and serious temperament changed completely!

Become Professor McGonagall!

"Animagus?" The stunned little girl immediately thought of the silver fox hamster from before. She always tended to overlook the abnormality in the map, and the souls of people and animals are always different.

This sound was keenly captured in the classroom, and Professor McGonagall smiled appreciatively, "Yes, please take a seat, Student Stark."

The little girl looked up at Jarvis, stepped forward and sat in the empty seat in the front row. Because she was too small, Professor McGonagall specially used the shrinking spell to adjust the height of the chair.

Blinking, little Ella looked back at Jarvis again, and the blond man nodded slightly towards her—it was agreed before that Jarvis could go to Amao under the shared map, and Ella would attend class here.

Jarvis had no trouble convincing the little girl to agree to the proposal. Ella loved Momo very much, but she also loved and trusted him completely.

Adjusting the round glasses, Professor McGonagall signaled the students to pay attention, "Listen to me, students, it's very good. Today, we're going to turn animals into goblets."

"Just like this." Beside the professor was a black and white bird. She waved her wand three times at it, and said the spell skillfully, "One, two, three, Boila Weidu."

A faint light shot out from the tip of the wand, and the bird turned into a glass goblet in a second, and the students below were all surprised and excited.

After stepping off the podium, Professor McGonagall looked at everyone, "It's your turn now, does anyone want to demonstrate?" She casually pointed to Ron who was sitting on the edge of the corridor, "Student Weasley."

Ron pursed his lips, raised his wand wrapped up in magic tape worriedly, and pointed at his pet, a brown mouse, on the table, "Boil Weidu!"

Boom—the mouse turned into a hairy glass with a long tail wriggling and chirping in Ron's hand.Ron was a little embarrassed, but the students around him couldn't help laughing.

"It's time for you to change your wand, Mr. Weasley."

Professor McGonagall turned the brown-haired mouse back, took another step, and just arrived at Ira's side. She looked at the little girl's thoughtful appearance and asked, "Is there any problem, classmate Stark."

Ella stared at the brown-haired mouse Banban suspiciously, and asked in a soft voice, "Can the transformation spell only be used on animals?"

"Of course not. Transfiguration is the most dangerous and complicated class in the course." Professor McGonagall patiently answered the little girl's question, even though this question should not appear in the class, "it has an effect on everything."

Draco whispered, "She should be with the kid in the first grade, why did she come to the second grade?" After a pause, "No, she is a mage, why should she come to the Wizarding Academy."

Hermione glared back at him, and of course he glared back.

The little girl tilted her head, her eyes turned to the brown-haired mouse again, and met those sneaky eyes for a second, before the mouse looked away aimlessly.

"Then the animal that the Animagus turns into, and then casts the transformation spell, what will it become?"

Professor McGonagall thought it was a child's nonsensical association, "Animagus?"

"Yes." The little girl nodded, pointing her little finger at the brown-haired mouse, "He is."

Everyone's eyes immediately turned to the brown-haired mouse Banban in Ron's hand, and Ron immediately hugged the struggling mouse into his arms, "But Banban has been in our house for more than ten years, how could he become a wizard?! "

The little girl was stunned by Ron's violent reaction, and she said in a low voice, "But the soul of a mouse is different from that of a human..." She made a mistake twice, and she paid special attention to it.

Professor McGonagall looked at her. "Are you sure, Ella?"

The little girl nodded for sure.

Eyes can’t lie, especially the blue eyes that never hide their emotions. Professor McGonagall’s expression became serious, and she clapped her hands, “This is the end of this class, Ron, Ella, come with me to the office .” Hermione and Harry looked at each other and hurriedly followed.

Animagus is a wizard that transforms independently. Except for the wizard's own transformation, there is basically no spell that can verify its identity without harming Scabbers, but wizards can't, Ayla can.

Under the watchful eyes of several people, the little girl stared at the eyes of the brown-haired mouse in Ron's hand, her childish voice was serious and solemn, "If you don't change back by yourself, I will completely turn you into a mouse."

In the brain of the brown-haired mouse, another sentence sounded, [If you don't change back by yourself, I will read your soul, and then no matter what you want to hide, you won't be able to escape. 】

The brown-haired mouse looked around tremblingly, and suddenly bit Ron. Ron let go of his hand unexpectedly, and the mouse jumped off the table and fled frantically towards the door. Professor McGonagall's wand had already been raised, but due to the The presence of several students cannot be done.

At the critical moment, it was the little girl who shot again, a golden energy gushed out from her hand, covering the gray mouse like a cloud, and pulled it back forcefully.The gray mouse slammed into the wall, and what fell out was an ugly, bald head with only a ring of brown hair, mouse teeth, and a fat man with long nails. personal encirclement.

Hermione, Harry, and Ron all raised their wands, and Professor McGonagall looked extremely shocked, "Peter Pettigrew! You're not dead!"

Professor McGonagall raised his wand alertly, "Thank you very much, boy, now go and inform Dumbledore, you all go."

"Oh!"

……

Peter Pettigrew, who was believed to have died in the battle against Voldemort, came back from the dead and hid in the Weasley family for 12 years. Because of Peter Pettigrew's "death truth" that year, he was found to have tipped off to Voldemort, causing Harry's parents to Sirius Black, who died, was finally avenged after 12 years in custody.

The true traitor is imprisoned in Azkaban, the true brave and loyal hero sees the light after many years of misery.

Ron was a little sad because of Scabbers' 12 years of cheating, but Harry couldn't help being a little happy while comforting him.

Because Dumbledore told him that Sirius Black was his parents' best friend and his... godfather.

It was amazing that he was still envious of Ella and her gentle and elegant father yesterday, and today he learned that he had a godfather.

Beneath the shaggy forehead of the dark-haired boy, his green eyes were bright and full of hope.

Hermione was also very surprised by this development. Always wise and sensible, she reminded, "You should really thank Ella. If she hadn't discovered Wormtail's conspiracy, Ron would have slept with an ugly old man for a long time."

Thinking of how he held the mouse Banban in his palm in those years, the red-haired boy looked pale and weak, "Yes."

Harry also nodded excitedly, "Yes!"

In a few days, he could meet his godfather!

"But where is she?"

Neville hurried over, "Harry! Draco and the others went to find a nice kid! They look very unhappy!"

"what?!"

……

What happened in Professor McGonagall's class has been widely circulated. Everyone knows that the beautiful little doll from Kama Taj saw through Wormtail's Animagus at a glance. Looking down the hallway.

Between the two big pillars, a little girl in a black magic robe was holding a green notebook in her hand, and was seriously writing something on the paper.

The little one is sitting there, with two short legs hanging in the air, swaying gently in the wind with the magic robe, and the light golden hair is almost transparent in the sun. In her picture, the golden color becomes the only light source.

Are you still reviewing magic notes in your spare time?No wonder it is so powerful!Think about when they were four or five years old, they couldn't even control their magic power!

Hogwarts students are greatly encouraged!

And actually...

The little girl also took the pen very seriously, carefully traced it on the paper, and there was already a rough prototype on the blank page——

A puddle of suspicious circles like fried poached eggs. Two balls and fishhook-like things are drawn in the middle of the sphere. There are two carrot-like points on the top, and a straight one just smaller than the diameter of the sphere protruding from the bottom. Some rectangles, and the bottom was carefully painted black back and forth.

[This is such a cat, a little thin, with amber eyes, two ears, a tail, and the end of the tail is black with a pointed tail~]

Mr. Diary: ...

After thinking about it, Ella picked up the pen again, and drew twisted lines on both sides of the fishhook-like mouth, [and a beard. 】

Done!

The little girl looked at the portrait of A Mao painted by herself with satisfaction, and continued to write with her mouth pursed.

[The cat is lost, have you seen it? 】

[Duke Nick helped to ask all the ghosts before, but I guess maybe he didn't find you? 】

Mr. Diary: ...

I'm afraid your cat didn't throw it away on purpose, right? !

The little girl was still wondering why the diary stopped talking, and shook the diary, but the diary didn't respond.

...Did he die again?

The eyes suddenly darkened, and the little girl sitting on the stone raised her head in a daze. In front of her, there was a young man with good-looking hair and good looks, but it seemed that he was unhappy and seemed a bit awkward. Standing with folded arms, behind him are two fat attendants.

Little Ella blinked slowly in confusion.

"This is Crabbe, this is Goyle, and I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." The proud boy looked down at her and reached out to the little girl, "If you need anything, I can help you .”

Looking down at Draco's outstretched hand, and then at him, the little girl stretched out her hand, but the small hand could only hold half of his fingers.

She replied softly, "Hi, I'm Ella."

The platinum-blonde teenager's lips curled up in a stunning smile.

The author has something to say: Draco: Master Ben is going to trouble her today!

1 minute later.

Draco: She's so cute =v=