hpMy messy life at Hogwarts

Time seems to have passed quickly. I don’t know when I was able to crawl and stumble, but I didn’t speak. After all, I couldn’t understand what the old man was talking about. I could only understand that lacey was my name. When I hear a reaction, I will look up and turn around...

The old man often points to something in front of me and repeats a word over and over again. I think he wants to teach me this language, but I don’t want to learn it, and I’m not willing to imitate it. I just let my mind wander and follow the old man’s troubles. After all, I think my brain When I think about it, this voice is my language. I have an inexplicable dislike of the old man’s language...

In the early days, the old man would occasionally get upset about this, and then it became more and more frequent. Now, the old man often brings some other people around to get upset with me. Some of them were making gestures with small wooden sticks, and then they lit up a few circles of light. The dizziness came towards me. I was surprised and wanted to touch it, but I couldn't feel anything. The old man muttered something to me again, but it wouldn't take long for these annoyed people to leave.

At the old man’s insistence, I don’t know how long it took. I only vaguely remember that it seemed that four, five, or six times had passed. The old man put a paper crown on me and gave me a The days when a particularly big cake was served while singing and clapping...

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One day there was a banging sound at the door, and I thought it was not the weirdo the old man had found again... The old man came out and opened a gap cautiously, glanced carefully, and then immediately opened the door vigorously. , I heard him say something in shock "Dumbledore..." I think that was a name, and then an old man dressed in white came in, with a white hat, a white robe, a long white beard and white hair, and his own old man It's different. He has a lot of hair and beard, his face is very rosy, and his smile is very warm...

The old white man noticed me as soon as he entered the room. He seemed to be greeting me. The old man said something to him, and there was my name in it. The old man repeated something anxiously and sadly. After a while, the old white man took out a stick. The small wooden stick also read something to me. There was no halo this time, but a veil suddenly seemed to be lifted from my mind, just like when the curtains were opened in a dark room. It became clear, and I seemed to be able to understand something...

"Lacey, do you understand... Lacey, how do you feel?" The nervous voice of the old man in my ear gradually overlapped with the voice in my mind. It was no longer a confusing and incomprehensible voice. Now it was the same as the voice in my mind. Or maybe I can cope with both.

I opened my mouth slightly, wanting to say something but not knowing how to say it. I seemed to understand but couldn't express myself, so I nodded.

"Thank you so much, Principal Dumbledore. It's great. Lacey can finally understand. Lacey is six years old and can quickly learn to speak and communicate." The old man covered his face in emotion. He is really a crying old man. I think Then I looked at this distinctive white old man. The familiar name made me feel friendly.

The old white man patted the old man's shoulder, "Sters, I'm glad I can help, too."

The old man touched his eyes with his sleeves, "I really don't know how to thank you. Lacey is my only relative. Except for Molly marrying Weasley, we are the only two people in the Prewett family. I thought She...she will..."

The old white man, maybe he should be called Dumbledore now, comforted the old man, "I'm sorry, Franka and Joe died in the battle..."

"It's over. Fortunately, Lacey is still here. I just hope she can be well, even if she is a squib like me."

"Even wizards can live well in the Muggle world. It's too early for Lacey..."

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The old men said too much. I don’t know why but I can understand all the new words in it. I understand why the old man is the only relative in my life. I also understand why the old man was so depressed and sad at that time. I understand Franka. and Joe has passed away…many, many…