[HP]Aluet

"Aisley, go to class." Professor Mellors walked in front of me and smiled politely at Dumbledore.

These words were like a drop of zero-degree water on my frozen nerves, and they began to recover at an unusually slow speed.

I didn't speak, I don't know when I went back to school.

"Let her ask for a leave of absence, Melos." Dumbledore stopped her softly, and Melos froze for a moment, finally nodded, and disappeared at the end of the corridor with her textbook.

I stood there dumbfounded, as if I had lost all sense except my dry eyes.I glanced at Dumbledore, my mind blank and rusty and struggling to function.I clenched my hand into a fist and hung it by my leg, squeezed my numb thumb, and followed him into the office.

I sat across from Dumbledore, quietly feeling the rhythmic beating of my temple just like a heartbeat, and I pressed my fingers on that spot, accompanied by a slight throbbing pain.

"Andrik..." His voice broke the silent air. His steady and hoarse voice seemed to be full of stories. I knew he was recalling something, because his ending sound was very long, "When we were in school, we were very A good friend.... His grades are mediocre, but he has a lively personality and is very popular with the professors..."

I listened silently to his memories of Andrik. This name is both familiar and unfamiliar to me, but it is still difficult for me to combine it with Mr. Cande in my memory.

How long had it been since Mr. Cande suddenly appeared in my life until I considered him the only family I had?I was still grateful for his care for me, and even got used to it all, but he suddenly left with the hope I got from him, without even saying goodbye.

I suddenly realized that it was as if all light sources in my life had disappeared until this moment.At this time, I was learning about the father who had never had a chance to meet again from the deeds told by others, and the illusory name I had been pursuing had lost its meaning.

"Actually, the first time you mentioned Kande to me, I thought about it—I still remember when he was in the second or third grade, he somehow provoked the only Mibu Mibao in the greenhouse, Professor Rivers I just walked over and was sprayed by its mucus, the stinking smell. He was very angry, but Andrik confessed to him first, and he couldn't say anything..."

"'Excuse me, Professor, do you need me to help you teach it?' Oh, that's probably what he said." Dumbledore touched his nose, and he might find it a little funny, "'No, thank you for your kindness, Mr. Field , you are a very kind man.'

Later, those of us who were familiar with him would always tease him as a good person because of this incident.

Kande...I never thought he'd remember something so childish. Dumbledore shook his head helplessly, with a heavy smile on his face.

I can see Professor Billy puffing up and saying these words in my mind—even though I have never seen the Professor Rivers in Dumbledore's mouth, it is very funny to substitute our professor of herbalism into it .However, it is obvious that any jokes at this time will not make me happy, but will make me feel sad.

The air was silent for a few seconds.

"...He has always felt guilty, Ashley." Dumbledore sighed softly, "In the past years, he chose to escape. He couldn't face you, so he chose to use another identity to return to your life .He can't imagine what you'd think of him if you knew all about it."

The tip of my nose was a little sore, and I stared into Dumbledore's eyes.

"He didn't intend to keep running away, Ashley, he was already going to confess to you."

I lowered my head and God took a breath.I do not know what to say.What he feels guilty about is nothing more than abandoning me when I was young—in fact, I probably know that he is doing it for the interests of Alouette's family, and it would be more dangerous if he brought me along.How could I care about these things—although sometimes, I did think about what kind of life it would be if he was by my side and my mother was well.

I adjusted my breathing a few times, and finally calmed down slowly—abnormally calm, as if everything had nothing to do with me at once, and reason and thinking ability returned to my brain.

"Who did it?" I asked.

I saw Dumbledore froze for a moment, then shook his head: "Don't think so much, Ashley, it won't do you any good. Leave it to me, trust me."

I didn't continue to ask, because since he said so, he must not plan to tell me.

Until I left his office and walked in the corridor, I was still at a loss - I suddenly found that I didn't know what to do in the face of this kind of thing, and I didn't even have the ability to sort out my thoughts.I wiped my wet face.

I didn't go to class all day, and I didn't worry about whether I could keep up with the content of the class. These didn't seem to matter to me anymore.I didn't stop in the lounge, but went straight back to the dormitory, lying heavily on the bed, with the quilt covering my head, my eyes wide open in the darkness.I know that I only have one day to digest all this. Tomorrow, I have to enter a new life again, and it is time to go to get out of class, write an outline, and conceive a thesis.

I began to deliberately avoid communication, including when I saw Orion from a distance, I would pretend not to see him and walk away with my head down.Maybe it's because I think it's too troublesome to explain, but I don't want to be asked about it anymore.Many times when I passed by him and deliberately quickened my pace, I would thank him in my heart for not calling me to ask me what was going on.I think I still need time to slowly accept the shock that this incident brought to me.

I was walking in the corridor on the second floor, and in a daze, I saw Minerva coming out of a certain classroom in front, and locked the door behind her.

"Huh?" She saw me and was taken aback for a moment, "It's very late, why haven't you gone back? Points will be deducted if you don't go back until the curfew time."

I saw that her eye circles were red, and her eyes were still shining with water. Her expression was exactly the same as when she was injured in the Quidditch match and was lying in the school hospital, as if she had lost something important in her life. .

What happened?I asked silently in my heart, but watched as she didn't speak. In the end, what came out of my mouth was only one sentence: "Are you okay?"

She stared at me blankly, her eye circles turned red again, but she nodded.

"Yes, good."

"Okay. Goodnight then, I'm going home," I said, stepping up to her and giving her a gentle hug—I just wanted to make her feel better, or rather, I wanted to make myself feel better.

Time passed like this for a week, until one evening, I saw Minerva again by the Black Lake. She greeted me and smiled at me, looking much more relaxed than the last time we met.

We took a leisurely walk along the edge of the Black Lake, chatted a few words, and she mentioned what happened last week.

"Last week...something happened." She glanced at me, "You're not surprised at all, so you've already seen it.

To be honest, thank you for not asking me that day, if you did, I probably wouldn't know what to say...

The summer I graduated, I met a very interesting Muggle - I don't know how to describe him, he is very open-minded, every time I talk to him, I always feel like I walked into a new world ——We often discuss some issues together, arguing about our respective views..." She smiled inexplicably as if recalling a specific event.

"So you're...together?" I asked.

"If it was that simple—I hope it's that simple. But the fact that I've been thinking about it all night, I'm going to end my ideals and aspirations for so-called love, hide my abilities, and force myself to lie— —and I can’t.” She put her hands in her pockets, stared at her toes, and slowed down her walking speed a little, “Some people may not be born to reach the end on the same road, for example, I was in London Ministry of Magic, he inherited his father's farm in Scotland. He won't accompany me to London, and I won't lock my wand."

"So, you've made your choice, haven't you?"

"My mum sent me a letter saying he was married to another farmer's daughter - I was shocked even though I had made the choice - I knew it was all normal, but I just It's hard to take it quickly."

"I understand."

"After that day, I met Mr. Dumbledore, and he had a talk with me...I have thought it through now, and I will not regret my original decision."

I walked on in silence.

"Actually, I was not in a good mood that day. I can understand your feelings." I said slowly.

After hesitating for a long time, I still roughly told her about my father, but I just avoided some things about the family.After I finished speaking, I felt relieved all of a sudden, and my whole body became much lighter.I suddenly realized how important and lucky it is to have someone to talk to—unfortunately, there are many things I really don't feel comfortable letting others know.

Back in the dormitory, I fell asleep very quickly. This was the fastest time I fell asleep in so many days.

The next day, I walked into the classroom, glanced roughly, and walked over to the empty seat next to Orion.

"Hi, is anyone here?" I asked.I wonder how long I've been avoiding Orion.

"...No." He looked up at me in surprise, and moved to the side slightly awkwardly.

He looked at me a few times, hesitated to speak, and finally looked away, dangling the quill in his hand, and sat there quietly waiting for the class to start.

I glanced at my watch, there were still more than ten minutes before class, and everyone in the classroom was still whispering.

"You want to ask... what happened after Dumbledore came to me that day?" I said.

He turned his head and looked into my eyes, thought for a while, and then turned his gaze to the table in front of him: "If you want to say."

"I'm sorry, I don't think I should avoid you as a friend like I did before - I just find it cumbersome to explain, and maybe I didn't have the awareness to share certain emotions with friends at the time." I sincerely felt Sorry, "Also, thank you...for respecting my thoughts."

I reorganized what I had said to Minerva and made it clear to him.

"...You know, it really took me a while to accept it. But fortunately, I think now that I can digest it, at least my life won't be affected anymore."

"I'm sorry." His expression was serious and dignified, maybe a little bit lost, in short, his eyes kept dodging on the table, "but I'm glad you can get back together."