[Comprehensive] I'm so bewitching

"Lily, I suggest you, you must strive for the opportunity to go to Hogwarts." After walking for a while, Snape stopped, and he said to me in an extremely solemn tone: "Hogwarts is It is a very beautiful school with all kinds of magic that you can imagine and unimaginable, and you will regret it if you don’t go.”

He just loves to preach to me the virtues of Hogwarts.

I see.

He doesn't have any friends, and it must be lonely going to school by himself, so he wants me to join him.

"I'll think about it." I said.

Two days later, guests came to the house.

He is a tall man with soft blue eyes.

Oh old man.

His beard is gray, making him look very old, although his figure is not stooped, but straight and tough, like a solid middle-aged man.

"Oh, wizards usually have a long lifespan, so they age slowly." He seemed to understand my doubts, and gave me a faint smile.

Then, he performed a very gentlemanly courtesy to my father and mother: "I am the headmaster of Hogwarts, Dumbledore. Excuse me, Miss Evans, do you still have some doubts about enrolling in Hogwarts?" "

"Yes." Dad repeated to him what he had told Professor McGonagall before.

The handsome guy named Dumbledore nodded gently: "I've heard of it. But I don't think this is a difficult problem to solve. You know, wizards have many interesting things, such as double-sided mirrors , so that you can contact at any time."

"Oh, that sounds like a good thing," said Pa, "but it won't take the place of our kisses for Lily."

Dumbledore's smile widened a bit: "If you don't mind, I want to see when Miss Evans is unhappy."

Mom and Dad looked at each other, then looked down at me.

"Oh, this..."

Dumbledore said with a smile: "I hope that every little wizard can get a perfect education, which will ensure their full magical development and their own safety. Believe me, Miss Evans' problem is just a small problem."

He blinked slightly as he spoke.

Dad was stunned for a moment, and suddenly asked: "Is there any child whose situation is more serious than Lily's?"

"Oh, my God!" Mom covered her mouth immediately, "This school is too dangerous, I can't allow Lily to go to school in such a dangerous place!"

The smile froze on Dumbledore's face.

"Oh, it's not a big problem." He adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, "I guarantee Miss Evans' safety during her school days."

In the end, he convinced my parents not to kiss me at night.

"Lily, mom and dad have always loved you." Mom and dad stood in front of my bed one after the other, touching my forehead and said.

Dumbledore stood at the door, looking at us with a smile: "It's time for Miss Evans to go to bed."

So Mom and Dad turned off the lights, closed the door without kissing me, and backed out.

I close my eyes and let myself fall asleep.

Then I woke up in the middle of the night.

I feel very unhappy.

I sat up, put on my shoes, opened the door and walked out.

I came to the yard and sat on the swing that my father built for me.

The night was dark, the wind was cool, and I felt the skin being blown cold.

I haven't felt this way for a long time.

unhappy.

The swing sitting under my buttocks was set up by my father.

Dad loves me.

I know.

But I'm still sad.

Can't stop feeling sad.

I always feel that I have done something so wrong that it is enough to destroy all my happiness. I feel guilty, sad, remorseful, depressed, hopeless, and helpless.

I gradually felt resentment, resentment, annoyance, anger, mania.

I feel like I don't deserve to live in this world.

But before I die, something must be with me.

I jumped off the swing and looked for the target.

"Miss Evans." At this moment, a gentle man's voice came.

I followed the sound and saw a handsome middle-aged man with a gray beard and light blue eyes, that is, the headmaster of Hogwarts, Mr. Dumbledore.

That's the man who got me into this bad mood by convincing my mom, dad, and sister to stop kissing me.

"Miss Evans, come downstairs at this time, can't you sleep?" Dumbledore asked me with a smile.

I felt a flower gradually blooming in the depths of the swamp.

I stretched out my hand, palm up, and slowly spread it out.

A black lily appeared, swaying in the wind and emitting a foul smell.

"This..." Dumbledore was a little surprised, "It tastes a bit bad. Can Miss Evans please take it back?"

I lowered my eyes and looked at the black lily swaying in my palm.

I clasped my palms and took them back.

The depths of the swamp were gurgling and boiling, as if there were piercing laughter.

"Pfft." With a barely audible sound, a black lily emerged from under Dumbledore's feet, which was exactly the same as the one just now, and even smelled more unpleasant, like mud in a stinky ditch.

Immediately, the sound of "puff puff puff" came, one, two, three... Countless flowers came out from the ground and surrounded Dumbledore.

"This smell is really bullying the elderly." Dumbledore wrinkled his nose, he took out his wand from his sleeve, and waved at the flowers.

The flowers wilted one after another and collapsed on the ground.

Then, the limp flowers turned into water, gathered together, and flowed towards Dumbledore's feet.

Dumbledore raised his head abruptly, and glanced at me with sharp eagle eyes.

"Miss Evans? Are you conscious?" Dumbledore asked me.

I don't know if I'm sober.

"I'm very unhappy," I said to Dumbledore. "I can't sleep."

The water turned into black lilies climbed up from Dumbledore's shoes and bound his robes like vines.

With a wave of Dumbledore's wand, the watery things scattered in all directions.

Then, the scattered water droplets hit Dumbledore like small cannonballs.

A light blue light curtain bounced in front of Dumbledore, stopping the attack of the small black shells: "Miss Evans, please calm down, we can talk."

"I'm calm," I said to Dumbledore, "I'm just not happy."

Dumbledore frowned, entangled with the black droplets that couldn't be removed.

"Lily!" At this moment, my mother's voice came, and her voice was a little frightened, "My God, what happened to your hair!"

I looked over to where the sound came from, and saw my mother in her nightgown running towards me.

Behind her, there was a sleepy father, and Petunia with loose hair and a terrified face.

"Mr. Dumbledore, why is my daughter's hair black?" Mom said to Dumbledore angrily.

I lowered my head and saw that my long red hair suddenly turned black.

"Miss Evans is actually a born Transformation Magus." Dumbledore's face was a little surprised, he waved his wand again, this time a blue halo wrapped the black water droplets, and he strode towards I came over, "Mr. Evans, Mrs. Evans, I would like to ask you to go upstairs first. I have something to say to Miss Evans."

"Lily's hair has turned black! What kind of strange thing is this! We won't go to magic school, please leave!" Mom said angrily.

Dumbledore smiled and said in a good-tempered manner: "Mrs. Evans, there is no evil in magic. It is because of my magic that I can safely touch the unhappy Miss Evans. I want to find out what makes it so Miss Evans unhappy?"

Speaking of this, he straightened his glasses, and his light blue eyes flashed with wisdom: "Miss Evans is 11 years old this year. Soon, she will grow up, and Mr. Evans will no longer be able to hold her." She, there's no way to lift her up and make her happy."

Dad's complexion suddenly looked bad, and the sleepiness disappeared completely: "Mr. Dumbledore, you offended me."

"Excuse me." Dumbledore smiled slightly, "If, as you said, Miss Lily needs full love to alleviate her mental illness, then the love from her relatives is not enough. She also needs The love from a friend, and the love from a husband when you grow up, can be considered a full love."

Dad was stunned by what he said.

But I concentrated on letting the black water drop break through the blue halo, paste it on Dumbledore's gray beard, and gnawed one bite at a time, and soon a piece of his beard was eaten.

"Oh, Merlin!" Dumbledore lowered his head, looking serious.

I couldn't help "giggling" and laughed.

"Miss Evans will be an excellent wizard." Dumbledore waved his wand, but he couldn't drive away the black water droplets. He had to command the wand to cut off the beard stained with black water droplets, and then gave himself Wrapped in a layer of blue mask.

Mom and Dad stroked my hair, then led Petunia back.

"Shall we talk?" Dumbledore said to me.

I nodded: "What do you want to talk about?"

"I wonder why you're unhappy?" he asked me in a soft voice.

I honestly said, "I feel guilty. I've made a big mistake. I don't deserve a good life. I don't deserve to be happy. I deserve to die."

"Lily, I can assure you that you have made no mistakes." Dumbledore looked at me with his tender pale blue eyes. "Besides, there is nothing terrible about making mistakes. Everyone makes mistakes, even the greatest of men. "

I tilted my head and stared at him.

"If it's an unintentional mistake, please forgive yourself and try to make up for it." Dumbledore said, "Do what you think is right and try to make up for the world instead of just running away."

"And if it's an intentional mistake..." He paused after saying this, "I believe you won't make such a mistake."

I looked down, thinking about what he said.

So I was escaping?

"I once made a mistake and killed my own sister." Dumbledore said, his voice was low, serious and heavy that he had never seen before, "I am very sad, and I repent every day."

I looked up sharply and stared into his pale blue eyes.

"Yes, I made such an unforgivable mistake," said Dumbledore, "I have lived with regret every day since then."

"But I know that regret is useless, and it's useless to be unhappy. I gradually kept this matter in my heart, and only tasted it when there was no one else. It was very bitter. But this bitterness inspired me, The dead are gone, but the living must continue to live and realize the greatest value."

I stared blankly at him, only to feel that his whole body was glowing.

In fact, his whole body was wrapped in a blue mask, which was already glowing.

"Your parents are watching you." Dumbledore raised his hand, pointed to the direction of the window, and his face returned to a gentle and wise look, "They love you very much. Don't you want to be unhappy all the time, let them Are you worried?"

My heart was sour, and I couldn't help crying.

As I cried, the black water droplets that attacked Dumbledore like small cannonballs flowed down from his light mask and burrowed into the soil, leaving nothing behind.