[Comprehensive] I'm so bewitching

"I think you may have misunderstood a bit." Professor McGonagall took out a small wooden stick and waved it at a chair. In a short while, the chair turned into a chubby pig, whimpering and running around. move.

Then she waved again, and the running pig turned back into a chair.

"I'm not a liar. I'm the professor of Transfiguration at Hogwarts. I'll keep it true." Professor McGonagall straightened his glasses and put the little wooden stick back. "Please be sure to allow Miss Evans to come to Hogwarts." Watts goes to school."

There was a moment of silence in the air.

"Oh, no, you misunderstood." Dad came to his senses first, he looked down at me, "Lily really can't leave the house."

The youngest daughter of the Evans family suffers from mental illness.

The kind that has been certified by a regular hospital.

Although I haven't been sick for a long time.

This is due to the fact that my parents would give me good morning kisses and good night kisses every day, and call me little angel, little baby, and little cutie over and over again.

They would kiss me on the cheek and tell me how beautiful I was when I put on my new dress.

When I get good grades in the exam, he will take me to eat delicious food and praise me for being a smart and hardworking child.

My older sister, Penny, used to take me to play with her classmates, showing off my red hair and green eyes, and kissing me hard every time I came back.

They made me feel like I was a beautiful, sweet kid, worthy of love, and worthy of all good things.

rather than a bedbug.

"Please believe me," Mom said, "Lily's doctor said that she was born with a lack of love, insecurity, and stubborn mental defects that can only be alleviated by full love."

"Can't stop, she will get sick if she stops." Dad added seriously.

"When Lily is unhappy, it will affect the people around her. Even if she doesn't do anything, just look into her eyes, you will feel that the world is going to collapse, and you will be sad for several days." Penny said.

Professor McGonagall looked down at me.

"Oh, child." She said, without the slightest fluctuation in her expression, "don't worry, little wizards with magical powers usually have various abilities. It's not a big deal, don't worry too much."

She didn't think the pretty little girl with red hair and green eyes standing in front of her was a freak.

Of course, a normal person would think the same as her.

Even I, after getting all the kissing and cuddling, looked at the little girl in the mirror with that sweet, bright smile and didn't think she was a psychopath.

"No, it's not like that." Petunia waved her hand hastily, her brown eyes were full of fear, she looked at Professor McGonagall and said, "Lily is really sick, you can't pretend you can't see her, and you can't take her away."

Mom and Dad also expressed that they could not accept it: "Lily can't leave us. I'm afraid we won't be able to go to this school."

The smile on Professor McGonagall's face disappeared, and she said very seriously: "For young wizards, if they cannot properly sort out the magic power in their bodies, if a magic riot occurs, it will cause irreparable damage. Hogg Watts, just to avoid these accidents. I suggest that Miss Evans go to Hogwarts to study."

"We'll think about it," said Dad at last.

We sent Professor McGonagall off politely.

"Oh, baby Lily, don't worry, those bad things won't happen." Dad kissed my forehead.

I nodded, "Yeah."

I also don't think it's that serious.After all, I've managed my mojo pretty well over the years.

Except for the occasional few small failures.

"Baby Lily, talk to Petunia for a while, Mom and Dad have something to talk about." Mom bent down and kissed me, then winked at Dad.

They went upstairs.

I looked at Petunia, she was clutching her palms, and she couldn't hide her nervousness.Brown eyes filled with worry.

"Petunia, I'm fine." I reassured her.

Petunia grabbed my hand, her eyes were full of worry: "If what the professor said is true, you must go."

After speaking, the worry on her face became more obvious.

She is very worried about me.

Although she is very strict with me, she loves me as much as my parents.

"Okay, no problem." I smiled and reassured her.

But Petunia was even more frightened, she even trembled slightly: "What if you leave home and become unhappy?"

She is more afraid of my illness than Mom and Dad.

Because once, she deliberately didn't give me a kiss, and she freaked out.

I promised my mother that I would not run away from home if I was unhappy.I did what I said and did not run away from home.I was immersed in melancholy, unable to extricate myself.

Penny was terrified.She hugged me and kissed me dozens of times.

Afterwards, she patted her chest and said to me: "Lily, it's like a devil is in your eyes. If it doesn't make you happy, the devil will destroy everything."

I don't know what it's like when I'm unhappy.

I can't see again.

"Mom and Dad will figure out a good way." I sat down and hugged her.

It doesn't affect my mood.

As long as I get enough kisses and hugs, I am a normal child, even more optimistic and cheerful than normal children.

I have a healthy body, a lively personality, and beautiful facial features, and I can be called cute.

My elders like me, my neighbors like me, and so do my teachers and classmates at school.

Can't go to Hogwarts?

If you don't go up, you won't go up.

Although Snape described Hogwarts well, he was such a poor, thin, unloved teenager, and for him, everywhere was good.

I dare say that he must be very envious of me, because I have a spacious and bright home, a gentle and beautiful mother, a cheerful and handsome father, and a careful and serious sister.

"Perhaps." Petunia was not comforted by me.

She pondered for a while, with a solemn expression on her face, then pushed me away, made a silent gesture to me, and went upstairs quietly.

She lay on the door of her parents' room, eavesdropping on her parents' conversation.

I didn't follow.

I clicked on my ears, and I heard the conversation between my parents.

"The professor said that Lily would be in danger if she didn't go to school."

"But Lily can't leave us."

"That kid named Snape can also do magic. He should go to school too. Shall we ask him to take care of Lily?"

"He can't even take care of himself, can he take care of our little Lily?"

"How about we move near the school?"

"You're crazy! What about Penny? We have two daughters! You can't ignore Penny!"

"Oh dear, I didn't mean it, I was just in a hurry. You're right, we have two daughters."

After a while, Petunia came down sullenly.

She glanced at me, said nothing, picked up her handbag and walked out.

In the afternoon Snape came to see me.

"Have you received your acceptance letter?" Snape's face was filled with a kind of excited light.

I nodded: "Got it."

"Great, we're going to Hogwarts to go to school!" Snape became excited, he kept talking about the benefits of Hogwarts, and he didn't stop until he found that I wasn't very excited. Asked me suspiciously: "You don't look very happy?"

I shook my head: "No. It's just that I might not go to Hogwarts."

"Why?" He froze for a moment, then became excited: "Are your parents not letting you go? They have no right to do this!"

As soon as the words fell, they were interrupted by an angry voice: "Hey, kid, what weird things are you talking about?"

Penny is back.

Her brown eyes were full of displeasure: "Lily can't go to boarding school! You don't know anything and dare to talk nonsense!"

Snape frowned slightly, turned to me and asked, "Why can't you go to boarding school?"

"Because I have a mental illness." I thought about it and told him the truth.

I have a mental illness, so far, only my parents, sister and Professor McGonagall know.

I didn't say anything to Snape.

At first, I don't think this is something to show off.Secondly, I haven't been sick for many years, and no one will believe me when I tell it.

"What?" Snape's eyes widened in disbelief.

He looked at me with a strange face: "If you don't hug me and hold you high, you will get sick? You are lying?!"

"It's not a lie," I said. "It's true."

Snape looked at me with a very strange look.

After a long while, he put away his weird appearance and asked me: "I saw you for the first time, and you smelled like a stinker, was it when you were sick?"

I nodded: "Yes."

Thinking of the embarrassment at that time, I was a little ashamed: "I hope you forget it. After all, it was too embarrassing."

Snape seemed to believe it.

He looked me up and down with those dark eyes.

"Boy, don't look around!" Petunia stood in front of me and said to Snape very displeased.

Snape looked away, and said flatly, "Sorry." Then he said to me, "Can we have a chat alone?"

I glanced at Petunia and saw that she was not unhappy, so I nodded to Snape: "Okay."

Then we walked out together.

"Do you often get sick? Why have I never seen it?" Snape finished, adding, "Except for the first time."

I laughed happily: "Because my parents love me very much, they know how to keep me from getting sick."

"Wise Miss Evans, you're really good at playing this hand." Snape glanced at me, and said in a strange tone, "Now everyone will like you, love you, and dare not neglect you."

I stop.

I frowned, looked at him and said, "What are you talking about? Everyone likes me because they are afraid that I will be unhappy?"

Don't you like me because I'm cute?

Snape froze for a moment, a look of discomfort flashed across his face: "No. Of course not."

"Oh." I nodded.

I don't think so either.

After all, I am so beautiful, so smart, and so cute.

right?