citrus hogwarts

In the original book, Harry couldn't bear the thought of seeing his parents, so he went to see them every night, and then he was caught by the old Deng who was guarding here, and he even took a life education class.

And as soon as she entered this classroom, Kate had already discovered the surveillance spells set in it.

A large number of young wizards flooded into the room of the magic mirror, and she didn't believe that Dumbledore would not Apparate over to check it out.

So, in order to keep the legendary wizard from waiting too long, Kate kindly evacuated the others.

"I think he will come again tonight." She hinted tactfully.

The small life class can continue tonight.

Kate said she was really trying to bear it and not laugh out loud.

Chapter 70 Misunderstood

Dumbledore looked at the little wizard in front of him calmly, and lowered his eyes with a smile: "It should be your suggestion to Harry to suggest that everyone share it together instead of owning this mirror alone."

"I didn't have many people to share with since I was a child, and no one listened to me except Grandpa and Hermione."

Kate looked at him brightly, "That's why I came here, I want to share beautiful things with more people."

"So, you think this Mirror of Erised is a beautiful thing?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly.

Kate paused, "Sometimes, not everyone can perceive their true inner thoughts, and this mirror can help us see ourselves clearly."

"Even though most of the time, people get lost in front of this mirror, or pass their time, or are driven crazy."

She said lightly, and remembered the first time she saw the image in the mirror clearly.

Dumbledore pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose: "Then how do you feel when you see the scene in your heart?"

He didn't ask her what she saw, because it was actually part of privacy.

"Probably surprise, then fear." Kate turned her head to stare at the mirror, and it was the first time she was so calm in front of Dumbledore.

"I clearly know that everything in the mirror is false, and what it shows is my inner desire."

She didn't know why, maybe it was because, in the mirror, Dumbledore was standing behind her instead of facing her.

"So, you are afraid of yourself." Dumbledore said thoughtfully, with a little scrutiny in his blue eyes.

Kate smiled slightly, "If a man is alive and has nothing to fear, then it's the other person's turn to be afraid of him."

She turned around and showed him an innocent smile like a child: "Professor, do you know what made me feel afraid for the first time since I can remember?"

"I would like to hear more about it." Dumbledore nodded slightly.

"It was at a dining table, long enough to seat more than [-] people."

She made exaggerated gestures with one hand, but her voice was extremely calm: "I am sitting in a baby chair, and my parents are beside me, feeding me soup."

"But every time I sit at this dining table, I will find that there are one or two people missing at the table. In the end, even my parents disappeared, leaving only me and the housekeeper."

While talking, Kate's eyes were already red: "Professor, you should understand what I mean?"

Such a scene, like a nightmare, has been haunting her dreams during the first few years of her journey.

A person who grew up in a peaceful age suddenly came to a family surrounded by countless fears, watching those who were related to her disappear one by one.

The fear created by Voldemort made it impossible for a two-year-old baby to sleep peacefully.

This kind of experience, apart from herself, only the old housekeeper who has been taking care of her knows.

"Professor, my desire is closely related to my fear. Does this mean that I will never be able to realize the desire in my heart?"

She watched Dumbledore's eyes become gentler, and even bent over and squatted down, beckoning to her.

Kate bit her lip and walked over quickly, "Professor, I think too much, don't I?"

"My child, the Mirror of Erised doesn't make you find fun, it reminds you of fear."

Thinking about it carefully, at first Kate refused to enter Hogwarts because she was afraid of the dangers of the wizarding world.

For more than a year, Newt has also helped her relax as much as possible, so that she will not be separated from the surrounding environment when she enters Hogwarts.

However, these are palliatives, not root causes.

Unlike Harry, the fear of Voldemort has always lingered in Kate's heart, and she can experience Voldemort's horror more intuitively.

It was also because of this sense of fear that she couldn't relax from the bottom of her heart, and even feared all powerful people, such as himself.

Dumbledore could see very clearly that whether Kate was in awe of Voldemort or in fear of him, it was all due to family changes.

"About your clansmen, you have to understand that they are all fighters worthy of the name of Safik. No matter how powerful the enemy is, they dare to face the strong enemy directly."

"So, when you learn from your ancestors and learn to overcome your fears, your wishes will come true."

Kate sniffed, and asked blankly: "Then how should I study? To be honest... In fact, I only have a little impression of my parents, sorry..."

"Don't be sorry, this is not your problem." Dumbledore took out a handkerchief and handed it to her. "As long as you are willing, you can come to the principal's office to find me when you encounter problems."

This is... a pass to enter the principal's office at any time?

Kate blinked, "I see, thank you principal."

She wiped her tears with a handkerchief, and finally showed an embarrassed smile: "Then I'll go back first, goodbye, professor."

Watching her leave, Dumbledore sighed softly, walked to the Mirror of Erised, and looked at the person reflected in the mirror.

"She's really like you, Gellert."

He is eloquent and can turn his own weaknesses into a means to win the sympathy of others, so as to achieve his goal.

In time, Dumbledore could imagine how far this charming little witch would grow.

But luckily, the kid was a lot like him, but not that much.

……

After class, Hermione told Harry Ron that she found Nico Flamel on the train.

"How strange that you didn't write to us during the holidays!" Harry almost jumped up when he heard this.

After several days of Christmas holidays, Hermione didn't check a word, and didn't reveal a word to them.

"This..." Hermione was also embarrassed, "I'm busy celebrating her birthday at Kate's house, you don't know, her house is as big as a castle!"

Ron wrinkled his small face: "I have indeed heard before that the Safik family seems to be one of the richest in the magic world, even richer than the Malfoy family."

In contrast, the Weasley family, which is also a pure-blood 28 family, is very poor.

"No wonder she gave me a new broom for Christmas," Harry gasped. "And Ron got a pair of wizard chess pieces carved from jade!"

Ron supported his head and sighed helplessly: "If I sell that set of wizard chess, it can cover my family's expenses for a whole year."

Hermione looked at the two brothers who were self-deprecating, and couldn't help knocking on the table: "Enough! We came to the library to find Nicole Flamel!"

As she said that, she took out a huge old book from the bookshelf, and quickly rummaged through it: "Look, Nicole Flamel, is the only known maker of the Sorcerer's Stone!"

The two brothers looked at each other: "What stone? I've never heard of it."

Hermione had no choice but to put her hips on her hips. Although they were only separated for a few hours, she already missed the time with Kate.

"Listen, the Sorcerer's Stone, which can turn any metal into pure gold, and make the elixir of life..."

She kindly told the two boys what the Sorcerer's Stone was, while on the other side, Kate had already returned to the common room.

Originally, she thought that she would be the same as usual, and no one would take care of her when she entered the lounge.

Unexpectedly, just as she was about to enter the girls' dormitory, Malfoy, who had been whispering to Crabbe and Goyle, suddenly stopped her loudly.

"Hey! Safik!"

The same haughty and obnoxious tone as always.

Kate didn't want to talk to this guy at first, but when she remembered the Christmas gift from Malfoy's family before, her heart suddenly stopped, and she stopped involuntarily.

"What's the matter, Malfoy?" She turned around impatiently.

Crabbe was a little annoyed by her attitude, and was about to step forward when Malfoy stopped him.

He walked up to her with his head held high, and his stature, which was already a little shorter than hers, became more and more obvious under the comparison of the two.

"It's nothing serious," he said. "There's another Quidditch match in a while."

"But last time you fainted in the Quidditch stands, the dean said, let me watch you, don't let you be carried down again."

ha?Snape would specifically ask him to do such a boring thing?

Kate frowned, stared at his haughty face patiently for a while, and suddenly asked, "Does your family have a girl?"

"What, what?"

Malfoy's face flustered momentarily, but he quickly refuted her loudly, "I'm an only child! I'm afraid you misremembered my family and other large-populated families!"

Tsk tsk, it was almost a satire on the Weasleys by name.

Kate's face twitched, and she knew that she shouldn't expect anything from this guy.

As for the bookmark in the book - maybe Mrs. Malfoy wrote to Lucius.

I accidentally misread the boudoir sex of the couple, so let's not talk about it...

Too lazy to talk nonsense with this guy, Kate turned around and wanted to leave, but Malfoy suddenly put her shoulders on her shoulders.

She frowned, grabbed the man's arm with her left hand, and wanted to shake him away, when she felt the lover's chain on her wrist vibrate slightly.

Is it an illusion?

Turning around and grabbing his arm suspiciously, Kate looked him up and down: "Is there anything else?"

"Cough!" Malfoy shook off her hand, pretending to cough easily, "The Christmas present you gave is pretty good."

When had she ever given him a present?

Kate had a question mark on her face, and suddenly remembered that since all the major families had sent gifts, the old butler should have taken care of the gift return on her behalf.

It's just that she is still young, and it's not time for the old housekeeper to tell her such trivial matters as returning gifts.

Although I don't know what the old butler returned, but judging by the guy's expression, he seemed quite satisfied.

All right, just be happy.

She twitched the corners of her mouth with a fake smile: "You're welcome."

It's not just for you anyway.

Chapter 71 Kiss?Daba!

In Defense Against the Dark Arts class the next day, Quirrell explained the various treatments for being bitten by a werewolf according to the scriptures.

Kate was taking class notes when she heard Harry and Ron discussing what they would do if they got the Philosopher's Stone.

Not afraid of being heard by Voldemort in the back of Quirrell's head.

Kate silently clenched the straw in her hand and flew over to interrupt them: "If you have time, why don't you think about what to do with the Quidditch match this weekend."

Suddenly, Harry remembered that there was another match with Hufflepuff this weekend, and Snape was the referee.

After the last stadium incident, they ruled out Snape as a suspect.

But although Harry knew that he was helping him secretly, every time he wanted to study hard in Potions class, he would be discouraged by the old bat's cynicism.

Well, while Snape wasn't the one trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone, he certainly didn't like him either.

In contrast, Snape's favorite is undoubtedly Malfoy, and he will praise him every time in class.

Other than that, it's Kate.

Kate always kept him at arm's length every time, but Snape always leaned over to observe her brewing method, and would occasionally mention a few words.

In this regard, Kate can only say that she is in the favor of Slytherin. If she is in another house, Snape will definitely ignore her.

Harry thought she was right. After getting along with him for nearly a semester, he had already seen that Snape was defensive and xenophobic.

"Two gentlemen," Quirrell stopped beside them, stammering, "The class notes have been copied... have you finished the copying?"

Harry came back to his senses, and looked at Quirrell with some horror: "Professor, it's finished!"

"Well, I'm going to talk about new content next, don't be distracted anymore." Quirrell nodded, and walked slowly onto the podium.