On the Feasibility and Accuracy of Professor Cultivation

"He lied to you."

"..."

"Black-haired wizard, he's a liar."

"What do you want to say?"

"【Piercing the emerald, exposing a heart surrounded by bones】"

"You are an odd number. [Lily Evans]"

"I am...an odd number?"

"You disrupted everything."

In the light, she saw the familiar figure again.

It's Harry.

Train station, he smiles, green eyes.

Behind him stood a red-haired woman with her arms around a little girl.

And in front of him was a boy.

The boy looked a little silent, and he glanced at the train that was gradually stopping in front of him.

Turning around, he called out to Harry.

"Dad."

【He should have been happy. 】

A word came to mind.

Dreams are broken.

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Despite having foreseen such a reaction, Lily couldn't get used to waking up with a splitting headache these days.

Because there was no class to attend today, Lily slept until noon and didn't get up. Mary brought her a lot of food and fruit. Lily just washed lazily, and then lay back under the quilt.

She lost her eyesight, lay flat on the bed, wrapped in a quilt, and saw a scattered darkness, she didn't turn on the light, and drew the curtain of the window on her side.

Mary told her she didn't see Lily when she came back, but when she woke up, Lily was already in bed

Mary thought it was the wizard, but she didn't know how he got her back.

But now she wisely didn't bother her, and weakly gnawed on an apple on her bed.

Click click.

Chew.

Echoing in Lily's mind, together with the phrase "odd number", it crowded her head and disturbed her thoughts.

After enduring it for a while, she turned over and asked weakly:

"Are you that fond of apples, Mary?"

Her head was so full of the sound of her chewing that she couldn't think at all.

Mary was about to take a bite, but when she heard her words, she paused and stared at her with wide eyes.

She let go of the few remaining apples, and asked stammeringly, "Did I bother you?"

Lily nodded.

"...Okay." She carefully placed the apple on the head of the bed, not daring not to make a sound, then quietly lifted the quilt, got in, and lay there stiffly.

Lily: "...There is no need to be so quiet."

Mary quickly turned over and adjusted her sleeping position.

Lily: "..."

Mary was really the only joy in her dark mood of late, fun.

Mary: "..." I'm a decent person.

Lily lay on the bed, sighing long.

Mary sat up, crawled over, got into her quilt, and looked at her with a smile.

"Need some help from the beautiful Mary, ma'am?"

Lily laughed.

"You are really..." Great!

Mary is a person who is very, very afraid of trouble, to what extent is she afraid of trouble.

Never stand when you can sit, never sit when you can lie down.Too lazy to study, too lazy to go out, too lazy to make friends, and she doesn't even bother to eat if she can!

The only thing that can make her move is probably her family.Even Malfoy pressed her every step of the way, making her anxious, and finally made a real move, let alone solving troubles for others, don't even think about it!

Such a "lazy" Mary is willing to take the initiative to ask her and give her her own opinions.

She probably really loves her.

Lily chuckled.

At least when you are sad, there are still friends you can rely on.

She's very lucky isn't she?

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She was pillowed on Mary's lap, and Mary sat up, leaning her back against the head of the bed, and then took out snacks from Lily's cabinet with ease.

"Aren't your snacks specially prepared for me?" How did she feel that the snacks in Lily's cabinet were always her favorites.

Lily rolled her eyes, turned over, and sighed.

Mary puffed her cheeks, chewing and chewing, like a hamster stealing food, she only dared to do this in front of Lily, she needed to maintain her image in front of others, and Draco,... Draco saw her puffing her cheeks hamster It is estimated that he would slap her on the head with a slap, and he would look at her with a helpless face.

Mary felt that it was really difficult for her.

But in view of the fact that Lily has been getting worse recently, she was willing to show kindness and listen to her heart, so she took the initiative to ask her.

"Are you really not going to tell me?"

Lily seemed a little tangled, she tossed and turned, almost numb Mary's legs before she opened her mouth and asked a strange question.

She said, "Mary, do you think our lives are real?"

Mary was stunned for a while, then turned to her and asked, "Of course!...Why do you ask such a question?"

Lily was a little depressed, "I don't know too well... I just think that maybe the life we ​​live in is not so real, maybe... Maybe we have experienced something, but we have forgotten it?"

Emmm...

In that case...how should I put it...

Mary put down the snacks and fell into thinking. She felt that her good friend was not a simple puberty trouble, but some serious problems. She planned to answer this question seriously.

"Well... I think... no matter what it is, but we are still living every day, it is real, it does exist. Whether they are false or real, but it is true for us It really does exist, doesn't it?"

Whether life is false or not, they still have to go on living, they will still be hungry, they will be thirsty, they will hurt when they are hit, and they will die after being wounded.

They really exist, don't they?

Mary's rare seriousness made Lily start to take seriously this question that was originally just a casual question.

What she said is very reasonable, even if what happened in the past, she is still real, alive, and exists now.

Why should she bother with such a problem?

Lily's heart gradually cleared up, but gradually lost again, because she remembered a lonely figure, sitting on the tower in the setting sun, dejected.

【He should have been happy. 】

What should she do?

Lily smiled, very sadly.

[The black-haired wizard who tricked her. 】

she asked the girl.

"If you graduate, will you still think of me?"

"Of course! What are you thinking! I will miss you very much! And remember you forever!"

In that case, Lily would be very, very satisfied.

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Mr. Albus Dumbledore called it the greatest white wizard in the world. There is no doubt that there is no one.

People often use many beautiful words to praise him and boast of him, because of his unparalleled achievements and extraordinary wisdom.Those who like him almost regard him as a saint, treating him the same as Merlin, while those who hate him also hate him to the bone.

But in any case, for Dumbledore himself, he is just a wise old man, the headmaster of Hogwarts, and perhaps the former head of Gryffindor, the professor who taught the transfiguration class.

He was very peaceful, and no one would think that he would have been a paranoid person. To say that would be to slander the White Wizard.

Dumbledore himself never denied such accusations, the problem is that no one would accuse him, who would overreach himself to stand up and accuse a great wise man for some non-existent things.

So Dumbledore, who was getting older and didn't have to deal with the worries of a Dark Lord disappearing into a twisted time and space, became more and more interested in solving his own little problems for the students or teachers in his school.

He swore that no matter what kind of problem came to him, the clever Dumbledore could help you solve it.

God, he's such a lovely old man, isn't he?

But Dumbledore didn't expect that one day when a wizard he valued came with a problem, he was helpless.

When the red-haired witch, who was very smart and full of opinions about her own life, but now fell into depression, pushed open the door of the principal's office nervously, came to him, and asked him cautiously.

"Professor, am I... an "outlier"? "

The old wizard, who has experienced countless plots and tricks and even the baptism of cruel wars, felt speechless for a while.

After thinking for a long time, he adjusted his glasses, and with those blue eyes full of wisdom, and a voice as majestic as a palace, he told this anxious witch.

"No, of course you are not, you are a very, very good wizard, and you are quite brave."

He reassured her as if he were reassuring his child, and he realized that he might have overlooked something.

"What will happen to him?"

Harry, Lily Potter's son.

The red-haired witch looked at the great wizard expectantly, hoping that he could give herself some hope and give her some encouragement.

But Dumbledore just told her.

"I do not know."

The author has something to say: You Yuyuzi sycophants, _(┐「ε:)_Praise me like this, don’t you want to force me to double change?

It's so beautiful to me.

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One more chapter should end the plot.

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I'm often annoyed that I don't have two brains and four hands to write because there are too many cute cps.

Recently, I turned Inuyasha out, and I fell in love with Naraku and Sesshomaru again.

I plan to write an article by Naraku Kikyo.

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