[Comprehensive] I'm so bewitching

At the end of the long table in Slytherin, two gazes came over.

I quickly noticed it and looked over there.Sure enough, I saw a pair of dark eyes staring straight at me.

It was Snape.

I winked at him.

Snape curled his lips and turned his head away.Immediately, he looked at me again and made a silent mouth shape to me.

He said, "Yes, no, get up!"

I brushed my long red hair off my shoulders and smiled.

I'm so good-looking, innocent and cute, isn't it normal to be liked by everyone?

"Lily, you actually got the headmaster to carry you in!" Susan sat next to me, and she suppressed her voice hard to keep herself from screaming.A pair of round eyes, staring round and round, almost protruding from the eye sockets.

I smiled and said, "I told you earlier, the principal is a good man."

Susan gave me a thumbs up, then grabbed a piece of bread and ate it.

"Hey, Evans, what did the principal say about you being mentally ill?" A boy sitting across from me looked at me.

I cut a piece of chicken leg, put it in my mouth, and winked at him.

The boy's face turned red immediately, and he faltered and said: "If it wasn't the headmaster, but someone else said it, I absolutely wouldn't believe it."

"You'd better believe it." I smiled at him.

The boy's face turned even redder. He didn't seem to know what to say. He scratched his hair and then lowered his head to eat.

"If I have a mental illness, I can be carried into the cafeteria by the principal. How I wish I also have a mental illness." An envious voice came out of nowhere.

This voice actually got a lot of approval.

"Yeah, that's Dumbledore!"

"The greatest white wizard of this century!"

"What luck Evans!"

"I don't know who the other students the principal mentioned are?"

"It's very simple. Let's see who else the principal has hugged, and you will know."

Gryffindor's long table was very lively.

"Why didn't you see Potter and Black?" Mary, who was sitting next to Susan, whispered. She looked at me and said, "Don't they always like to sit next to Evans? Why aren't they at the table today?" ?”

I cut a piece of chicken leg and put it in my mouth, while looking around the long table, I did not see Potter and Black.

"I don't know." Susan said without raising her head, forked a lamb chop and ate it.

Mary didn't get an answer from her mouth, and looked at me again: "Evans, do you know?"

"I don't know either," I said.

Mary frowned slightly: "How could you not know? The two of them have always been around you."

I paused for a moment when I was cutting chicken legs, and then I glanced at Mary, then looked away, and leaned closer to Susan: "Hey, don't you think Mary is an idiot?"

"Pfft!" Susan choked on the lamb chops, quickly grabbed a glass of pumpkin juice, and poured it down.

But I was very worried and said: "I am neither their father nor their mother. How could they tell me where they went? Mary actually thinks that I know. I think she has a brain problem."

After a pause, I put on a sympathetic expression again: "The principal just said that we should love those students who are different from normal people. We must implement what the principal said to the end."

"Mary." After finishing speaking, I sat up straight, showed a smiling expression, looked at Mary and said, "Don't worry, once I know where they are, I will definitely tell you."

Mary's face was livid.

She took the knife and fork and scratched the plate very harshly.

"Lily, I really admire you." Susan finally stopped coughing, she put down her knife and fork, and stretched out her two thumbs towards me.

I smiled slightly and said, "I am a good boy who listens to the principal."

It wasn't until the end of dinner that Blake appeared outside the restaurant door.

He hunched over, poked out only half of his face, and yelled at me furtively, "Evans! Come out!"

I was almost done eating, so I wiped my mouth, got up and walked outside: "What's the matter? Oh, why is your face swollen?"

"Don't worry about it!" Black said impatiently, "Go and pack me two cents to eat! Hurry up!"

I nodded: "OK."

The two of them usually sit on both sides of me. I also understand what they like to eat and what they don't like to eat.

Picking up what they used to eat, took some each, and went out to Black: "Is it enough?"

"Enough, enough!" Black took the things and ran away in a hurry.

At this time, Susan also came out after eating. She looked at Blake's running back and smiled slightly.

"What are you laughing at?" I asked her.

"After leaving the Quidditch pitch, the two of them went to look for Hope, and Hope cleaned up." Susan bent her big round eyes, "That's why I dare not come to the restaurant for dinner."

I gave a "tsk" and didn't ask her how she knew, after all, she was with me all the time.

"Would you like to speak to Mary?" I looked back and asked Susan.

Susan shrugged: "You can do whatever you want."

I thought about it and decided to fulfill my promise.Walking back, he came to the side of Mary who hadn't finished eating, and said to her, "Potter and Black are in the boys' dormitory. If you want to find them, you can ask the boys to help you pass the message."

Mary's face flushed immediately, and her knife and fork made a particularly harsh sound on the plate, which attracted all the Slytherin students to look over.

"I, I'm fine, I'm not looking for them." After finishing speaking, she hurriedly put down the knife and fork, got up and left.

I was quite surprised, and said to Susan: "Looking at her questioning me just now, I thought she had something to do with Potter and Black."

Susan chuckled: "Lily, you are so bad."

The next day, History of Magic and Defense Against the Dark Arts.

For these two lessons, we have lessons with Hufflepuffs.

I found that Hufflepuff classmates are really kind.They helped the overweight students to walk up the stairs, copied notes for the students sitting in the back row, and helped the students who were too late to eat breakfast.

It didn't take long for me to discover that this wasn't just happening in Hufflepuffs.

Ravenclaw's senior students will make up lessons for the junior students, and Slytherin will help students occupy seats in the library.

The Gryffindors were still confused.

Until one day, a Slytherin student helped a Gryffindor student pick up a book that fell on the floor in front of Professor McGonagall, and was praised by Professor McGonagall: "Slytherin can break the barriers between colleges. , It is really gratifying to take the initiative to repair with Gryffindor."

The Gryffindor student said aggrievedly: "Obviously he was the one who cast a spell under my feet and tripped me, so I dropped the book."

"I'm very sorry, I didn't see the occasion clearly when I practiced the spell, please ask Professor McGonagall to deduct my points." The Slytherin student said.

Of course, Professor McGonagall did not deduct his points, but persuaded the Gryffindor students to be considerate of their classmates.

Susan and I stood not far away, watching this scene, lost in thought.

"So, help the fat students to walk up the stairs, the upper grades make up lessons for the lower grades, and help occupy seats, all for extra points at the end of the semester?" I said to myself.

"Slytherin has always been so treacherous!" Susan looked indignantly at the Slytherin student who raised the corner of her mouth triumphantly, "When it comes to Slytherin, we Gryffindors always suffer!"

Speaking of this, her eyes showed a gleam of admiration again: "Only Senior Hope, who has never suffered at the hands of Slytherin, is all because of Slytherin's suffering at his hands!"

I touched my chin and didn't speak.

My most anticipated flight lesson is finally here.

The flying class professor is Mrs. Hooch, a heroic witch with short hair.

"Now, say to your broomsticks, 'Up'!" said Mrs. Hooch.

Every little wizard has a broom under his feet.

It looks shabby and far inferior to the one that Hope took me flying that day.

To be honest, this broom is disgusting even if it is used to sweep the floor.

I don't know if it was because of my hesitation, but the broom rolled under my feet and didn't get up.

"Hey, Evans, are you still flying?" Black's voice came from my right.

I turned my head and saw that he was already flying on a broom, with his feet more than half a meter above the ground.

"I haven't asked you to fly yet!" At this moment, Mrs. Hooch's voice came, and she gave Black a very stern look, "Please pay attention to classroom discipline!"

I smiled at Black: "Student Black, please don't deduct points from Gryffindor."

Blake rolled his eyes at me.

I lowered my head, and when I yelled "Get up" to the broom, the broom jumped up obediently, and I grabbed it and stepped up.

At this time, I remembered Potter, who was afraid of heights, and looked to the left.

Yes, Potter and Black were still around me, left and right.

At first I wanted to be between the two of them, but they refused.Now I refuse, they insist on insisting.

I don't know much about these boys.

"Potter," I yelled, "you'll stay with me for a while and call me if you have any questions, okay?"

Potter looked at me, his golden-brown pupils seemed to be filled with broken gold, and he smiled brightly: "Thank you, Evans."

After speaking, he bowed his head and let out a cry, and the broom jumped into his hand.

He grabbed the broom, stepped up, and then smiled at me and said: "I saw Hope taking you flying that day, and you looked very happy. After I went back, I thought about it. I shouldn't be afraid of heights. I want to learn it early. Ride on a broomstick and let you fly."

He is like a soft and cuddly kitten.

I couldn't help smiling at him: "After you learn how to ride a broom, we will fly together."

"And me!" Blake called from the right. Although Mrs. Hooch told him to obey the classroom discipline, he still couldn't get off the broom and flew a little higher. "I'm the best flyer!"

He was sitting on the broom, holding the broom handle in both hands, his black hair was flying, and the exquisite wizard robe reflected the excellent texture in the sunlight.

I looked at the other students around me, and most of them were still shouting "Get up", fighting with the broom.

I have to admit that the pure-blood young master Black is a very good little wizard.

After Mrs. Hooch's permission, we kicked off and flew up.

At first, I was very close to the ground and flew slowly.When I got the balance under control, I flew a little higher.

"Potter, are you okay?" I flew to Potter's side.

Blake flew over too, laughing, stooping, grabbed Potter by the broom, and lifted him up.

Then, he grabbed Potter and flew away.

"Come on, buddy, let's fly into the sky, shoulder to shoulder with the plane." Blake flew fast, and he was up in a while.

Potter was also held high by him, struggling to regain control of the broom at first, but after he regained control, he laughed loudly and said to Black, "Look at which of us flies faster!"

"Okay!" Blake said loudly.

The two of them flew away like small cannonballs, and they couldn't even shout back.

I feel a little sad.

The author has something to say:

Snape who was standing not far away (even more distressed): I also couldn't lift the broom, why didn't Lily help me?