miss foley of hp hogwarts

The young man was tall and tall, wearing a black robe and leaning against the wall.

He often holds a book in his hand, and his slender fingers gently turn the pages.

"Severus, morning!"

Pushing open the door to the Hufflepuff lounge, Ace saw Snape waiting at the door. His warm smile lit up the dimness in Snape's eyes.

"morning."

Putting away the books, Snape walked over to Ace, and the two of them headed towards the restaurant.

The first-grade badgers following behind them looked at each other and smiled. You poked me with your fingers, and I crumpled you with my elbows.

"Look, Senior Snape is here again."

"What's weird about it, he comes every day."

"Shh, keep your voice down..."

This is the last day of the first week, and Senior Ace will not take them to class tomorrow.It wasn't necessary to see Senior Snape waiting for Ace at the door so early in the morning. Maybe they could have more breakfast.

Walking side by side in front, Ace gently hooked Snape's hand under his wide sleeves, and their hands were intertwined.

Principal Dumbledore's figure suddenly appeared around the corner, causing Ace to let go of Snape's hand in panic.

Dumbledore's eyes moved from Ace's face to their separated hands, "It's great to be young and still enjoy the sweetness of love."

The little badgers behind Ace covered their mouths and laughed secretly.

"Professor Dumbledore, what can I do for you?" Ace asked with a red face.

Dumbledore stroked his long, neatly groomed beard and looked at Ace, "Come to the office with me."

Ace ordered to a group of little badgers behind him: "Follow Senior Snape to the restaurant."

Then he turned to look at Snape and said a little embarrassedly: "Severus, please help me take them to the restaurant."

Snape nodded, glanced sideways at the chirping little badgers behind him, spoke concisely, and strode away.

"Follow."

Following Dumbledore, Ace was a little confused as to what the busy old man wanted to do with him personally.

The sun shines in from the window next to the stairs, illuminating the corridor golden.

Climbing the steps step by step, Dumbledore led Ace to an arch in the front courtyard.

There is no fence in this place. If two people stand at the deepest part of the narrow arched passage, if they take another step forward, they will fall down and land in the vestibule.

"Look, Ace." Dumbledore said softly, looking at the bustling students in the wide courtyard.

Ace also looked at his feet. The perspective from above was very different, but other than that, there was nothing special.

Dumbledore had his hands behind his back, a smile on his face, and his eyes were staring deeply at the little girl who leaned forward and looked down.

"What do you see?"

Ace didn't know what Dumbledore wanted her to see. After thinking for a moment, Ace gave her own answer: "Hogwarts and the students?"

"Look again, Ace." What Dumbledore wanted Ace to see was obviously not this. He shook his head, and his long white beard swayed.

Ace could only continue to observe the scene below, filled with doubts.

The courtyard is still the same as before, not even a stone brick has been moved.The little wizards in the courtyard were the same as usual, nothing special, they were either playing, discussing, or practicing magic, and occasionally there was a little harmless friction.

After watching for a long time, Ace turned to look at Dumbledore, who was staring into the distance.

As if awakened by Ace's eyes, Dumbledore suddenly turned his head and met Ace's eyes.

"I'm sorry I didn't see anything, Professor Dumbledore."

Dumbledore looked at the smart girl in front of him and sighed. For some reason, she always reminded him of the time when he raised his wand and pointed it at Grindelwald.

Dumbledore knew that this girl could sacrifice everything for Hogwarts and the entire magical world. From this point of view, she coincided with him.

Ace is a wizard who is far more outstanding than ordinary people. If she hadn't been accidentally involved in Voldemort's conspiracy, and if she hadn't been born during this period, she would have had a bright and beautiful future.

Dumbledore pointed to a student in the courtyard who was holding a book and frowning, "Look, Ace, Barry is only thinking about how to solve this problem."

He then raised his hand and pointed at a female student who was looking at a boy in a daze, "Rebetti is thinking about that boy, isn't she?"

Ace nodded hesitantly, she still didn't quite understand what Dumbledore meant.However, she was surprised that Dumbledore knew almost every student at Hogwarts and was very familiar with them.

"Rick must be thinking about how to pass the retakes, and Li Ana must be thinking about when to take the Care of Magical Creatures class..."

Dumbledore named a few more people, and then suddenly pointed to where Ace's heart was beating, "...but, what are you thinking about?"

Ace's heart paused nervously for a moment, and her beautiful gray-green eyes looked blankly at Professor Dumbledore's wrinkled face.

"S-Severus?" After realizing what stupid thing he said, Ace's face turned red and he quickly made up for it, "No, no, Professor, I mean I was wondering if Snape would take the freshmen there. into the auditorium."

A deep laugh erupted from Dumbledore's chest, and he was amused by Ace's reply, "Oh, I'm so happy, Ace."

"Teach, professor..."

"At least it's nice to have something to distract you now, isn't it?" Dumbledore waved his hand and smiled teasingly.

But soon his expression became heavy again, "Ace, Hogwarts and the wizarding world thank you for your contribution..."

"——However, you have to remember that you are just a little wizard. You don't need to continue. It's enough."

Ace looked a little anxious, her red face faded, and her mind immediately shifted to this, "But, Professor, I just learned that Voldemort's other two Horcruxes are Slytherin's Locket and the Gaunt family. of--"

Dumbledore raised his hand and patted Ace's shoulder, comforting her, "We already know, Ace. So, promise me, okay?"

Ace fell silent, looking at Dumbledore's unwavering gaze, she nodded slowly, "—Okay, Professor."

Dumbledore smiled with satisfaction, his tone became much more relaxed, and he patted Ace on the shoulder again, "Good boy, go ahead and go to class."

Ace turned and left, looking back one last time at Dumbledore standing in the shadows, his shadow blending with the shadow of Hogwarts.

The strong sunlight outside outlined his outline, and he could not be seen clearly, only a black back.

This old man, who is over fifty years old, has not only contributed almost all his life to Hogwarts, but also to the wizarding world.