The Chinese girl from Hufflepuff is both timid and brave

Sun Zhu looked at his father's serious face, and two thoughts quickly flashed through his mind:

Principal Deng, why are you telling this to others? You are so open with her father. Is it because you trust him or do you doubt her?

And, this is indeed her own father, and before she could say anything, he revealed the truth.

Sun Zhu suppressed his thoughts, hugged his knees, stared at him without blinking and said, "What? The unknown boss who instructed Principal Dumbledore? Dad, do you think I am such a capable person? ?”

Her tone was full of helplessness: "I just often have some more effective sixth sense, I am not a fortune teller... and, I dare to say it, but the principal has to believe it. Dad, what's wrong with you recently, are you really under a lot of pressure?"

"Azhu." Sun Zhengxing sat back on the sofa and looked at her. "Didn't you just tell Dad that we don't lie? If there is something you can't tell Dad, you can tell me directly, but don't lie to me."

Sun Zhu's voice gradually became lower, and the look in his eyes when he looked at his father became hesitant.

"Azhu, I'm your father, your only relative here right now. Is there anything you can't tell your father? I don't have to know something, but if you're tired, at least you don't have to worry about your father holding you back."

"Dad...it turns out to be you." Sun Zhu shook his head and said in a low voice, "But why do you doubt me? Although if it's not you, it's unlikely to be someone else...but this doesn't make sense. I'm not even fourteen yet."

"Age is not a problem at all." Sun Zhengxing smiled. "There have been so many young talents since ancient times. Why can't my Ah Zhu be one of them? And..."

He lowered his head, as if thinking of something, and there was a big arc on his mouth: "Besides, you are the daughter of me and A Ying. Is there anything in this world that you can't do? Even if it is to give the greatest white wizard in Britain a little What's the point of helping?"

Sun Zhu almost sprained his waist because of his father's words.

Why didn't she realize before that her father was so confident and arrogant?

Just because of this, he could suspect without hesitation that he was the person behind Dumbledore?

"Aying... is this mom's name?"

"...Yes, this is one of the characters in her name. Wang Ying is Ying." Sun Zhengxing looked at his daughter and said gently, "So, Ah Zhu, no matter what abilities you have or what you know, you are my daughter and your mother's daughter. I believe you can do things that ordinary people can't imagine, and you must also believe that you have power that even you dare not imagine."

Sun Zhu looked at him and said softly, "So, even though I didn't have magical power like other little wizards when I was a child, you didn't worry. Even though you knew I could understand animals' speech, you didn't doubt it... because you believed that I must be the special one, right?"

"Of course, I am not surprised at all if any miracle happens to you. Look, this year your house broke Slytherin's record of consecutive wins and won the house cup, which proves the point."

"Dad, isn't your filter for me too thick..."

"Will it? Dad just feels that I haven't supported you enough, which is why you have so many worries and have become a little old lady because of me."

Sun Zhu's face fell: "Is it really that obvious?"

"Don't worry. Even if I become an old lady, Azhu is still the most powerful old lady."

Sun Zhu jumped down from the sofa and looked at his father laughing, speechless.

"Dad, can your fatherly love only last so short a time?"

"Ahem, Ah Zhu... Daddy actually just wants to tell you that you can do whatever you want. As long as you can ensure your own safety."

"You won't tell anyone else that I..."

"Why should I tell you? Everyone has a little secret. If you want to know, just go and find out for yourself. You can't expect others to give you the answer, right? My Ah Zhu didn't harm anyone."

"Dad, has anyone made things difficult for you because they suspected me?" Sun Zhu was a little alert, "Is it the principal or..."

"Oh, it's not a problem. He can't win the argument with me. And he's just an old stubborn guy you don't know. He himself has only a vague understanding of the situation. Don't take him seriously."

"What are the attitudes of the principal and Newt?" Sun Zhu was somewhat concerned about their opinions. "In fact, they should have suspected me a long time ago, but they are not like you, who unconditionally believe that I will be the chosen one, nor are they like you, who can force me to admit it with just one sentence."

"Your principal knows what is most important. He has never guessed your identity in front of me, but he said that he welcomes anyone who is willing to be his friend, no matter when or why. Although I don't completely agree with this. As for Mr. Scamander..." Sun Zhengxing glanced at Sun Zhu, who looked a little nervous, and showed a look of enlightenment.

"Azhu, I suddenly remembered something."

"what?"

"You know, around the Easter holidays, Mr. Scamander and I accompanied Headmaster Dumbledore to meet an important person."

"Oh..." Sun Zhu nodded slowly. He didn't expect that his father would bring up this matter himself.

"Originally, this matter had nothing to do with me, but Mr. Scamander said that he felt it was necessary to have someone with mysterious oriental power accompany us. I felt puzzled, but I was really curious, so I followed them."

"and then?"

"On the way, Mr. Scamander asked me if there were many immortal people like Mr. Flamel in Chinese mythology. He said that you once gave him a collection of myths, which introduced many mythical beasts that were tens of thousands of years old and were born immortal..."

Sun Zhu's heart skipped a beat, and he guessed what his father wanted to say.

"And I told him that the immortal beasts in Chinese mythology are just legends after all, but there are other records that are very similar to Mr. Flamel's situation." He suddenly stood up, went into his study, rummaged through the bookshelf, and took down a book that looked quite old.

Sun Zhu sat on the armrest of the sofa, touching the beads on his wrist, and watched his father carefully stroke the cover of the book before carefully opening it and reading in Chinese:

"In the south of Chu there is a spirit called Ming Ling, who considers five hundred years as spring and five hundred years as autumn. In ancient times there was a tree called Da Chun, who considers eight thousand years as spring and eight thousand years as autumn..."

Sun Zhu couldn't help but repeat to herself in her heart, she knew what her father wanted to say.