[Comprehensive] I'm so bewitching

There seemed to be an invisible net around me, wrapping me tightly, making me breathless.

I'm a little surprised, how can this man's magic power be so powerful?

Immediately, that pressure disappeared.

The man picked up his wand and tapped it on his face.Soon, a handsome face appeared, replacing his previous dead face.

"Excuse me, can I go there now?" The man smiled, looked at me and asked.

His newly changed face is extremely handsome, especially when he smiles, it is so beautiful that it is dazzling.

"So, what do you want to do here?" I asked back.

The man didn't answer me, he didn't seem to hear my refusal, he raised his long legs and walked straight to me.

Pausing beside me, he drew out his wand and tapped a pebble at his feet.

I watched the pebble jump up and slowly transform into a beautiful chair.

The man sat down gracefully, with his back straight, his chin slightly raised, a slight smile, and condescendingly said to me: "Are you a little wizard from Hogwarts?"

Looking at his magically transformed face, I nodded: "Yes, I will go to school soon."

The man nodded, and nostalgia flashed across his gloomy and bloodshot eyes: "That's a good place."

Huh?

I turned my head and looked at him: "Yes, the headmaster and teachers of Hogwarts are very nice."

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, looked down at me and said, "Do you know the headmaster of Hogwarts?"

"Yes, I once didn't want to go to Hogwarts, and it was Principal Dumbledore who came to persuade me." I replied.

Obviously, this man is my schoolmate.

Looking at his handsome face, I guess in my heart how many years he has graduated.

Headmaster Dumbledore said that wizards age slowly.

Although this man looks young, he is only 27 or [-] years old, but I think his actual age must be more than that.

"Dumbledore..." The man said the name, his voice was low and murmured, as if he was calling his lover's name.

I think, during his school days, he should have liked Dumbledore very much, right?

After all, Dumbledore is so good.

So I said, "Principal Dumbledore must have been very gentle and handsome when he was young, right? Besides, he is wise, good-tempered, and powerful in magic. He must be a very respectable person."

"Ha!" The man's voice suddenly rose, and a mean look flashed across his handsome face, "Yes, yes, he is extremely respected!"

But the mean look was covered up in a split second, and the man quickly recovered his demeanor, and asked me again: "Why don't you want to go to Hogwarts?"

"It's a bit far," I said.

The man looked at me: "Are you a little wizard from a Muggle family?"

Without waiting for my answer, he nodded and said to himself, "If it's pure blood, that guy wouldn't bother to come."

He has a handsome face, a deep and magnetic voice, and a gentle and amiable attitude, which makes people feel like a spring breeze.

But I always feel spooky.

Maybe it was because when he first appeared in front of me, that dead face was too scary.

A simple, lovely, lively and bright girl like me always doesn't like to play with people with this temperament.

I got up from the grass, started to pack my things, and prepared to leave.

When I came, I brought a lot of food.Originally, he planned to read a book, bask in the sun, eat snacks, and enjoy this pleasant afternoon with Snape.

Unexpectedly, he had a glassy heart and ran away as soon as I provoked him. I had to carry the food back before I finished eating.

There were food crumbs on the pages, and the margins were greasy.I waved my wand casually, and a burst of magic flowed from my fingertips, and the page became as white as ever.

I closed the book, stuffed it into my schoolbag, and carried it on my back, ready to say goodbye to my senior.

"Can you spell silently?" Just then, the man spoke again.

I tilted my head to look at him: "Is it weird? You will too."

When he turned the pebble into a chair just now, he didn't chant the spell.

"Hehe." The man laughed softly, a red light flashed across his black pupils, "Tell me your name."

I tilted my head.

The man raised his eyebrows.

I had no choice but to say: "Sir, unless you tell me your name first."

Want to know the name of a beautiful and lovely girl, is this attitude?

I think men in the wizarding world are a bit obsessed.

"You can call me Mr. V." The man looked at me twice and said with a chuckle.

His face, which has been repaired by magic, is so handsome when he smiles, as if he has a halo attached to it, I am a little dizzy.

"Then, you can call me Miss L." I replied.

He pursed his lips, his eyes were meaningful: "Very good."

good what good?

Don't know much about them wizards.

"I'm going home, goodbye." I waved at him, and walked away bouncing.

The lily, which I had forgotten in place, jumped out of the soil, followed my footsteps, and finally jumped into my palm.

When I got home, I dug out the textbook of Transfiguration class and read it carefully.

As mentioned above, the volume of the object before and after deformation cannot be too different, otherwise it will be difficult to achieve.

But Mr. V only used a small stone to conjure up a gorgeous seat—the size difference between the small stone and the big seat is more than a hundred times.

I couldn't help but raised my chin.

Will the little wizard become so powerful when he grows up?Or is it just that Mr. V is so powerful?

I thought of Snape again, he still wanted to be famous?I respect him as a man.

Shrugged.I counted the wizards I knew on my fingers, and couldn't help laughing happily.

Professor McGonagall, beautiful and elegant.

Headmaster Dumbledore, gentle and handsome (when young).

Classmate Potter, exquisite and handsome.

I am beautiful and cute.

Mr. V, before his disfigurement, he was absolutely stunning - I thought about it carefully, and Mr. V's facial features, which were transformed by magic, were no different from his original facial features.In other words, he just patched up his waxy complexion and bloodshot eyes.Although I don't know why he was disfigured, but he was originally stunning, there is no doubt about it.

Snape, not ugly.

In other words, out of the six wizards I know (including myself), there are actually five beauties (including me).

This ratio!

I started to look forward to Hogwarts.

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the date of admission arrived.

Snape never came to see me again.

I think he might be trying to break up with me.

I carefully recalled the process of our quarrel that day, I just kicked him into the river, it wouldn't be too much, right?He wants to break with me?

Well, break up and break up.

Anyway, I won't coax him.

My parents and sister sent me to the station.

I looked at the platform on the ticket and was a little confused.

"Could it be a typo?" Dad said with a frown.

Platform nine and three-quarters.

What the hell is three quarters?

"No." I comforted my father, "Let's look at others, I'm definitely not the only little wizard here."

"Oh, my little angel Lily, you have grown up and become smart and steady, just like your sister." Dad stroked my hair with melancholy and pride in his eyes.

Petunia came over, hugged me, and kissed my left and right cheeks: "Lily, you have to be well. When you are unhappy, let Hippie send us a letter."

"I will." I hugged Penny back, "Please think of me, even if I'm not at home, you still have to love me."

Petunia laughed "puchi", her eyes were a little steamy: "Of course, you are our Lily."

"I saw it!" At this time, the mother pointed to a pillar and said, "Just now a child pushed a car and crashed into that pillar!"

We followed mother's fingers and looked at the pillar.

Soon after, someone pushed a car and crashed into it.

"So it is." I said goodbye to my parents and sister with a smile, "I'm going to school, wish me good luck."

Mom covered her mouth and shed tears.She hugged me and kissed me on the forehead: "Baby Lily, please remember that mom has always loved you."

"Daddy loves you too." Dad put his hand under my armpit and gave me a high.

My heart was warm, and I hugged my father's neck and laughed.

Then I pulled the luggage and rushed into the pillar.

The magical world appeared before my eyes.

A red train is parked on the track.

Many teenagers ran to the car with their luggage.

Some wore normal Muggle clothes, others in wizarding robes.

There are also many parents who are pulling their children and begrudgingly.

It must be a pure blood wizard.

Like my parents, they couldn't get in.

I took one look and headed to the car.

"Lily!" At this moment, a hoarse voice sounded from behind.

I turned around and saw it was Snape.

"Oh, hello." I nodded to him.

His face was a little pale, and there was stubbornness in his dark eyes: "I apologize to you now, is there still time?"

"How do you want to apologize?" I looked him up and down.

He didn't take my suggestion, and he was wearing a half-worn wizard robe at this time.

And there is a scar on his left cheek, which looks very fresh.

"How do you want me to apologize?" He pursed his lips and said stubbornly.

I shook my head: "I haven't thought about it yet."

But don't think about it.

"Shall I help you with your luggage?" Snape asked me after thinking about it.

"Here." I handed him the luggage and carried it by myself.

Snape held his own with his left hand and mine with his right. The heavy luggage fell on his thin body, giving him a sense of fragility that could be broken by the wind.

It attracted many people to look over here.

"Hey, Evans!" Just then, a clear voice came.

I stood still and looked towards where the sound came from.I saw a boy wearing a wizard robe, black hair, golden brown eyes, and delicate features beckoning to me.

When he saw me stop, he shouted, "Wait for me."

Then he said goodbye to the young woman beside him and ran towards me.

"What a coincidence." After running close, he smiled brightly at me.

What a delicate and handsome boy.

"Nice to meet you, Potter." I smiled at him. "Are you feeling better?"

He froze for a moment, his fair face was slightly red: "I'm fine. Really, you don't have to take it to heart."

"That's good." I breathed a sigh of relief.

Just now his mother was still staring at me.

The author has something to say:

Female (smiling): I am Miss L.

Male (smiling): I am Mr. V.

Female (excited): We are L·V group!

Male (cold): Sorry, I can make LV by myself.

Female (...): Then go play by yourself!