[Comprehensive] I'm so bewitching

I'm a little confused.

So I asked, "Principal, are you threatening me?"

Something flashed in Dumbledore's eyes: "Why does Student Evans ask such a question?"

"I feel a chill down my back." I said very honestly, "It doesn't feel good at all, Principal, are you unhappy? I used to feel warm and reliable when I was with you, but today I don't feel good."

Dumbledore pursed his lips.He looked at me with those ice-blue eyes and didn't speak for a while.

"Student Evans hasn't answered my question yet." After a while, he said, and asked me the question just now.

I shook my head: "I don't want to answer."

"Oh?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, "What makes you not want to answer?"

I said, "It's you."

Dumbledore pursed his lips, and his expression became serious: "Student Evans, please speak to your principal seriously."

"I'm serious." I said, "It's you, you are so fierce, I don't want to talk to you."

After finishing speaking, I saw the parchment in front of Dumbledore flying up. He took a breath, drew out his wand, and tapped the parchment, which made the parchment fall neatly on the table again.

"Student Evans, your magic power is very powerful, and you are a very talented little wizard." Dumbledore said, "But you have to know that the power of magic power does not mean everything, and you cannot rely on your own magic power to be powerful. Just bully people at will, understand?"

I looked at him a little surprised: "I didn't bully people because of my strong magic power. Principal, you are very strange. Today, it was clearly Slytherin who bullied me because of the number of people. I just returned it and gave them some money." Lesson, let them not think that there are too many people to bully people at will. I think I am right, why did you teach me?"

What he should teach is Slytherin!

Those Slytherins who made fun of their classmates just because of the crowd!

In other words, if it wasn't for my magic power to protect myself, I would have been bullied today!

And after I was bullied, I couldn't get justice for myself—didn't you hear what the Slytherins said?Said we bullied you?Do you have proof?

They are the kind of people who often bully their classmates. They have many tricks and are very skilled.Even if I was bullied, I also suffered from being dumb, so I have nothing to say.

"They did it wrong," said Dumbledore. "They shouldn't have played tricks on you and tripped you up. But you just scratched the skin on your palm and taught them that kind of cruelty. When your When the magic rope binds them, they face the fear of death, which is very serious."

I leaned on the table, propped it up with one hand, rested my chin, and looked at my principal.

"Principal, I finally believe what you said, that a wizard's appearance does not represent his age." I said, "You look young and handsome, but you are really old and confused."

The parchment in front of Dumbledore flew up again.

This time, before he could draw his wand, I stood up, yanked off the parchment, and spread it neatly for him.

"Student Evans, you have hurt your headmaster." Dumbledore picked up his glasses and put them on the bridge of his nose again.

All I can say is, "I'm telling the truth."

"Then, I need to speak to your parents," said Dumbledore. He stood up and walked to the fireplace. "Come along, Miss Evans."

He took me back to my house.

"Oh! My little baby!" Mom was already familiar with the "snap" sound of Apparition, and she immediately put down what she was doing and ran outside.After seeing me, she hugged me in her arms, "Honey, how are you doing today?"

I shook my head: "No, Mom."

"What's going on?" Dad also came out, and he walked quickly to my mother and me, "What happened? What happened to Dad's little angel?"

Petunia also came out, she took a look at Dumbledore, and then walked to my parents and me.

"I had a conflict with my classmates at school, and Headmaster Dumbledore is here to talk to you," I said.

Mom and Dad immediately looked up at Dumbledore: "Mr. Dumbledore, please come in."

They invited Dumbledore into the living room. After my mother prepared tea, she hugged me and sat next to my father, and my father talked with Dumbledore.

"It's like this, student Evans was teased by some students, and her palm broke—"

"Oh my God!" Mother exclaimed and interrupted him, "Honey, show Mommy, has the wound been treated?"

"Please hear me out," said Dumbledore.

"I'm going to get the medicine box!" Dad stood up and ran to get the medicine box.

Dumbledore was left with only Petunia.

"That is to say, my sister was bullied by several classmates at school, and her palm was broken, but you want to talk to her parents?" Petunia sat upright, she looked at Dumbledore and said, " I don't know what my sister did wrong? So that the principal wants to call the parents?"

Dumbledore was silent for a while, and said, "I haven't finished my sentence yet. Let's talk again when Mr. Evans and Mrs. Evans calm down."

"Okay." Petunia nodded slightly, and looked away. She stood up, walked to me, and looked at my palm.

My palms are white and tender, without any scars.

I smiled and said to my mother: "Mom, magic is a magical thing. Do you still remember that my father hurt his arm when he was exercising strength, but after the spell passed, he was still intact? My palm was just a broken skin, It's all good now."

Dad ran over with the home medicine kit, and when he heard this sentence, he smiled: "Oh, it's Dad who made a fuss."

"Thank you for your concern, Dad." I stood up, put my arms around Dad's neck, and kissed Dad.

Dad laughed, touched my heart, walked to Dumbledore and sat down: "I'm very sorry, my behavior just now was too reckless, please continue."

Dumbledore nodded and continued: "Student Evans used a rope spell to tie up the students who were teasing her."

"Wow! Baby is awesome!" Mom gave me a kiss.

Dumbledore: "... her spell is quite special, no one in the school can break it."

"Oh my god! Baby is amazing!" Dad gave me a thumbs up from the air.

"...Please listen to me carefully." Dumbledore said seriously.

Mom and Dad immediately shut their mouths tightly.

Dumbledore adjusted his glasses, and said, "Those students were strangled so tightly that they couldn't breathe smoothly. There was even a student whose arm was strangled with blood. When the professors rushed over, they also Can’t break the spell. Classmate Evans refuses to break it, and she insists on having a senior senior from the college where those students belong to carry her to a restaurant for dinner, so she is willing to break it.”

Mom and Dad looked at him seriously.

"Don't you two have anything to say?" Dumbledore asked.

Mom and Dad were a little dazed: "Ah? Is there anything wrong with this?"

"Student Evans only had a broken palm, but she made the classmate who teased her feel the fear of death." Dumbledore said seriously.

Mom and Dad looked at each other with puzzled expressions on their faces.

"So, under the care of a group of senior seniors, in the presence of the school's professors and principals, the students who were tied up with ropes thought they were threatened with death?" Dad looked at Dumbledore seriously, " Sir, are you serious?"

"We, Lily, didn't say we wouldn't untie the rope." Mom said, "Her palms were scratched, wouldn't it be too much to ask her senior classmates to carry her to the restaurant? Besides, in our school for ordinary people, don't It is said that Lily is injured, but she is not injured, and students who are willing to carry her to the cafeteria can line up in a long line."

"Are all the children in the magic school so stingy and don't love their classmates?" Dad asked doubtfully.

"Our Lily just cast a rope binding spell, but the whole school, including senior students and professors, can't undo it?" Mom's voice was full of doubts, "I have to doubt the teaching level of your school."

Dumbledore immediately stood up, and he said solemnly: "Hogwarts is the best wizarding school in England!"

"That is to say, besides England, there are magic schools in other countries?" Dad asked.

"I think we need to consider transferring Lily." Mom said, "Several classmates bullied a little girl in the first grade at Hogwarts, but the headmaster found the victim's family and said that the victim was wrong. , We cannot accept this style of work.”

At this time, Petunia also stood up, her face was full of anger: "You promised me that you would take good care of my sister, so I agreed to let her go to school! You clearly know that my sister has a mental illness and needs a lot of people Loving her is the only way to relieve it! This is only a few days in school? She was bullied, and you, as the principal, said she was wrong!"

After finishing speaking, she ran over, hugged me, and said to my parents: "This school is not good! Mom and Dad, we can't let Lily go back!"

My parents love me so much.

I've never felt it so clearly like this moment.

I think, I no longer have to doubt the love my parents and sisters have for me.

My heart is full of warmth.

I spread out my palm, and a little lily flower swayed and grew out.

is golden.

"Petunia, eat it." I handed the golden lily to Petunia.

Petunia was taken aback: "Lily, can this be eaten?"

"Okay." I said.

The small golden lilies are swaying in the palm of my hand, exuding a faint fragrance.

Petunia looked at the lily, she seemed to be tempted, she picked it off and put it in her mouth.

As soon as the lily touched her lips, it turned into a ray of golden light and got into her mouth. Petunia's eyes suddenly opened wide.

The next moment, Penny levitated out of thin air.

Her brown hair was flying back, and she was emitting a faint halo, and something was surging around her, twisting her skirt.

"Merlin!" Dumbledore walked over immediately, his eyes widened, and he looked at Petunia in astonishment, "You actually have magical powers!"