[HP] Dali's Bread

The walls of the circular office are covered with portraits of old headmasters, snoring softly in their frames.There are all kinds of weird silverware on many slender-legged tables, and the sorting hat is placed on a shelf, still looking dirty and broken.

The one standing in the middle, with a long beard and a loose robe that sweeps the floor, must be their principal.He walked down the stone ladder slowly, smiling kindly.

"Miss Dursley, you're here." He gestured for Dali to find a place to sit down, "Don't be nervous, do you want some candy?" His wrinkled fingers took out a silver plate full of candies .

"Thank you." She didn't refuse, because she likes sweets the most, she took one away at first, then put a few into her pocket with a smile, "Zizi bee candy!"

"Oh, yes. Little wizards always like it." Dumbledore grabbed one too, stuffed it into his mouth and winked at her.

Dali enjoyed the sweetness in her taste buds, narrowed her eyes contentedly, and calmed down a bit: "So what do you want from me, Professor Dumbledore?"

"Wait a minute, the appointed time hasn't come yet." She squinted at Dumbledore, who was also nestled in his chair, happily chewing candy.The evaluation of Dumbledore is always polarized.The outside world always calls him the greatest white wizard, the greatest principal, etc., but some people in Slytherin don't like him, and they curse his decayed teeth every day. Lanffindor scored crazy points.Also, at the end of each semester, the headmaster always tries to give Harry and his party a few hundred points, so that there is a reversal in the final College Cup every time.Luna said that she didn't care who won the academy cup in the end, as long as their academy studied hard.

Under the influence of both parties, Dali believed that Dumbledore should be a great but eccentric old man with his own meticulous plan.Therefore, Dumbledore would not find an ordinary third-year Slytherin for a one-on-one interview for no reason. Thinking about it this way, the honey candy in his hand suddenly tasted bad.

It was raining outside the window, and the rain made the windows crackle, and the baking of the stove kept her extremely warm.At this moment, Dumbledore suddenly said, "Dally, what do you want to do in the future?"

Dali was taken aback by the question. She didn't know why she was asked this way, and she thought about answering this question: "Uh, Gringotts security?" A legitimate occupation she considered to answer.

"But I haven't thought about it, after all, it's not time for employment consultation yet, is it?" she added.

"Of course it is, don't be nervous, I'm just asking casually." Dumbledore picked up a candy and stuffed it into his mouth again, "Choice is very important, Dali."

She didn't understand what Dumbledore meant.

At this moment, the flames in the furnace soared and turned bright green.An old man about a hundred years old was sent out from the fire, but he was still glowing red, and he was happily shaking hands with Dumbledore.

"Long time no see, Newt!" Dumbledore patted him on the shoulder, and he responded while looking for something in the room, "And you! You are so beautiful Fox!"

After the two exchanged pleasantries, they finally focused their attention on Dali, which made her quite uncomfortable.

"Is that her?" Newt asked cautiously.

"Yes, she is 13 years old."

"13 years old!" Newt was a little surprised, "Unbelievable, how is her homework now?"

"Can you answer him, Dali?" Dumbledore turned his head to her, and she hesitated, "I think it's okay." The Charms class is good, and everything else is average, so the conclusion is that it's okay.

"Very well, my name is Newt Scamander, have you heard of me? I have a grandson who is still studying at Hogwarts!" He smiled kindly, and Dali nodded, she Of course I know, after all, Millicent has complained more than once about why Scamander was not allowed to teach them Care of Fantastic Beasts and scolded Hogwarts for not being able to find a good teacher.

"That's easy." He sat down beside Dally, drew out his wand, and twirled.

"Son, we have to do a test, don't be afraid, trust me?"

"What to do?" Dali's nervousness erupted, and she almost jumped up, but a flash of light passed through her body, spinning around her.She was not hurt, and felt a different kind of warmth throughout her body, and her emotions stabilized.After a few seconds, the flashing stopped.

"It's fine," Newt said. "You're good, kid."

"What is this?" Dali frowned, "What did you do to me?"

"You have very advanced obfuscation and forgetting spells in your mind, and she has contained part of your magic," Newt replied.

"Then, can you untie it for me, sir?" Dali had heard Madam Pomfrey mention it before, and didn't take it seriously, but when she heard Newt say that her ability was restrained, she suddenly became anxious.

"I can't lie, I can do it. But I don't think it's a good thing, I have to tell you that some spells helped you grow up."

"But on the other hand, I did lose some of my memory, like I don't even know what my Boggart is?" Daly asked.

"Yes."

"But I need to know the truth."

"That's up to me." Dumbledore interjected, and he finally became serious. "Dali Dursley, you were once kidnapped."

The rest of the story, Dali was still thinking about it when she walked into the common room.

When she was six years old, she went to watch the military parade with her family. In the festive atmosphere of the whole country, she was not so lucky. She was kidnapped by a black wizard.In the end, it even alarmed Auror. In order not to leave a shadow on the child, her memory of that part was erased, and her family only knew that she had been kidnapped. They loved her too much and tacitly kept silent about it. .

So, her boggart is the dead dark wizard?

"What are you thinking about?" Millicent Burns suddenly came over and slapped Dali on the back violently. Dali burst into tears from her blow, "What did Dumbledore tell you?"

"Something about Harry, you know we are somewhat related so I have to promote his noble sentiments in Slytherin." Dali chattered casually, at this time the innocent Harry sneezed in the dormitory.

"Forget it, don't believe that old slicker, he already wants to reach Slytherin!" Millicent patted the sofa angrily.

"Why don't you tell me, so I rejected him with righteous words." Dali made it up so happily that she didn't think about the details of the story.

A chuckle came to the ears of the two, and they looked at the boy, Malfoy was holding a roll of parchment, with a moon-scope hanging around his neck, leaning against their sofa.

"Go, Dursley." He waved to Darley.Pointing to her wrist again, Dali sighed and understood what he meant, although she didn't really want to go out again.

"Hey, are you...together?!" Millicent grabbed Dali and asked softly in her ear, with strong disbelief in her tone.

"How is it possible?" Dali immediately denied, blushing.Millicent gave a clear oh, and said without emotion: "I said, you died in the dormitory one day, and then Parkinson was imprisoned in Azkaban. I'm not surprised, really."

Darley glared at her and followed Malfoy.

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So I didn't have so much time to write yesterday, and I didn't save the manuscript, so I wrote whatever I wanted.

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