[Comprehensive] I'm so bewitching

Grindelwald was stunned for a moment, he looked down at the fragrant lilies swaying in my hand, and raised his eyebrows: "No one has given me flowers for many years."

He stretched out his beautiful fingers, took the lily flower, and looked down at me: "You are the youngest wizard who gave me flowers."

"Sir, do you need me to fasten it on the skirt for you?" I looked up, looking at his charming handsome face in the moonlight, reluctant to blink.

He lowered his head and took a sip of the lilies, then bent down and knelt on the ground on one knee: "Then, please trouble Miss Evans."

"My pleasure." I pinned the lily to his lapel.

The knuckles curled up inadvertently, and they were clasped on his chest. I felt the muscles under the robe, which were not thick. I looked at him with pity: "Sir, is the food in Nurmengard not good? You are a bit thin. "

"Cough!" Before Grindelwald could speak, Dumbledore coughed heavily. He came over, grabbed my arm, and kept me away from Grindelwald: "Lily, I'll send you back to rest."

I looked at him, then at Grindelwald, broke out decisively, and leaned in Grindelwald's direction: "I want Mr. Grindelwald to send me back."

"Oh?" There was a slight smile on Grindelwald's handsome and charming face, "My pleasure. After all, I brought Miss Evans out."

After he finished speaking, he stood up, picked me up with one arm, and walked towards Hogwarts.

When he came, he was grabbing my collar.

When he came back, he held me in his arms.

I couldn't help laughing smugly, I said I was the cutest little girl in the world, how could anyone not like me?

"Albus, won't you go?" Grindelwald turned around and looked at Dumbledore. "Perhaps, you would like to invite me to your office for a cup of tea?"

Dumbledore looked at me, then at Grindelwald, his gaze paused for a second on the lily on Grindelwald's lapel, and he put away his wand: "Okay."

He led the way, Grindelwald held me in the back, and we entered Hogwarts together.

Grindelwald sent me all the way to the door of the Gryffindor common room before letting me down.

"What a beautiful and lovely little girl." Grindelwald stroked my hair, "Do you need me to kiss you goodnight?"

I nodded immediately: "Need!"

Grindelwald bent down and kissed me lightly on the cheek: "Then, good night."

"Good night, sir." I took a hard look at him, imprinted his handsome and charming face in my mind, and turned and crawled into the lounge.

I heard Grindelwald's gentle voice behind me: "No wonder you like her so much. She's such a lovely little girl."

Of course, I said to myself, I am a little angel, a little baby, a little cutie.

Two days later, Susan showed me the latest "Daily Prophet".

She pinched my neck with one hand, and poked the picture on the headline with the other: "Lily! Merlin! Lily! Look!"

"Hey honey, relax a little bit." I patted the back of her hand.

She squeezed me even tighter: "I can't let go! Merlin! You are a miracle!"

The accompanying picture is of Grindelwald bending over and kissing my cheek at the door of the common room.

There are several articles below, with different titles.

"Little Hogwarts witch, whose illegitimate daughter is it? The White Wizard? Or the Dark Lord?"

"On the personal relationship between the White Wizard and the Dark Lord—the White Wizard who raised the Dark Lord's children."

"The Dark Lord, who escaped from Nurmengard, traveled thousands of miles for whom?"

I glanced at the title and fixed my gaze on the accompanying picture.

Although not very clear, Grindelwald's charm is perfectly preserved.

"Honey, can I have this newspaper?" I asked Susan.

I want to save this photo.

After all, when will the next time I see Grindelwald?

"You are so close to Grindelwald, why do you need photos?" Susan refused me decisively.

I said with some regret: "Yesterday was the first time I saw Grindelwald. My relationship with him is not what you think."

"Cut." Susan rolled her eyes, she folded the newspaper carefully and put it away, then sat beside me and winked at me, "Lily, my dear friend, you can tell me what you do in the future Me, let me collect the material. If you send it to the newspaper in this way, we will get half and half of the manuscript fee, how about it?"

I thought about it and said, "But what happened yesterday was an accident, and I didn't expect it before."

And the first time I was on the headlines, I didn't design it on purpose.

Speaking of which, who took the photo?Judging by the angle and distance of the filming, it must be a student or staff member inside Hogwarts.It would be great if I could find that person, I will ask him for some photos for collection.

Before I could find the person who took the sneak shot, I was called into the office by Dumbledore.

"Principal, you look a bit haggard?" I looked at the dark circles under Dumbledore's eyes, and asked worriedly, "Did something happen?"

Dumbledore shook his head: "It's nothing, don't worry. I came here to ask you something."

Speaking of which, his pale blue eyes fixed on me.

My back was a little cold, so I couldn't help stretching out my hand, and stroked my back twice to suppress the goosebumps.

"Principal, what do you want to ask?"

Dumbledore clasped his hands on the table, he stared at me and said, "As far as I know, the lilies you conjure have three forms. The first one is black, and you can eat whatever you catch. The second One was golden, and she gave Petunia Evans her magic powers. The third was white..."

Speaking of this, he paused: "I asked your parents, the lilies you conjure in normal state are all white. This kind of lily looks the same as ordinary lilies, nothing special .”

I nodded: "Yes, it doesn't eat people, and it can't turn ordinary people into wizards."

"So, can you make one now?" Dumbledore asked me.

As he looked at me, my back felt a little chilly.

"Okay, principal." Anyway, I trust my principal, he is a very good man, he will not harm me.

I spread my palms and let a white lily grow out slowly.

"Oh, it contains strange magic power." Dumbledore did not reach out to touch it, but leaned forward and looked at it very seriously.Then, he looked up at me and asked, "Mind if I touch it with my wand?"

I shook my head: "I don't mind."

So Dumbledore took out his wand and tapped the petals with the tip of the wand.

A strange thing happened, the lily flower writhed as if it had been poked in an itchy spot, and then it opened its petals and wrapped them around the tip of the wand.

"Oh, it's amazing." Dumbledore pulled his wand lightly, but he didn't pull it out, so he asked me, "Lily, did you do it?"

I shook my head: "No."

In order to show my sincerity, I took off the lily and put it on the table.

I saw the lily flower slowly grow roots, and the white transparent roots grabbed the tabletop of the desk, and a petal wrapped around the magic wand and slowly tightened.

"Maybe, you can help me pull out the wand?" Dumbledore finished speaking, and handed me the handle of the wand.

I nodded, took the handle of the stick, pulled it lightly, and pulled it out.

But the tip of the rod is dyed with a circle of white.

I wiped it with my sleeve, but it didn't come off. The place where the lilies had rolled seemed to be stained, and it couldn't be wiped off.

"This is a flower that contains strange magic power." Dumbledore glanced at the wand, not paying attention to the white circle. He stood up, bent down and looked at the lily flower that had taken root on the desk, "How long will it take?" Will it wither?"

I thought for a while and said, "It won't wither, it just dissipates."

I used to give lilies to my parents and they could enjoy them for days without any sign of wilting.

But after a while, the lily will turn into dots of white light and dissipate, leaving no trace.

"Is that so?" Dumbledore said thoughtfully.

After a while, he withdrew his gaze and said to me: "I think, I understand. Thank you for your cooperation. Let me put this flower here for now, is that okay?"

"Of course." I nodded, got up and walked out.

After leaving the principal's office and walking all the way back, I met many classmates who greeted me warmly.

"Hi, Evans." Many Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs greeted me.

"Hi." I didn't know many people, so I had to smile at them.

When the Slytherins saw me, they just nodded reservedly and didn't come forward to speak.It's the same with Ravenclaw, except they occasionally come around and ask me to cast a spell.

"Your magic power is very strong, almost the power of an adult wizard." A senior Ravenclaw student said, "Have you been like this since you were a child?"

I blinked and said, "I don't really remember."

Then they asked me a few other questions, some of which I knew and some of which I didn't, but I answered no to all of them.

"I don't know. Really, I really don't know. I have only been in class for less than a month, and I have learned very little. Can the senior explain it to me?"

They couldn't get it out of my mouth, so they hugged the thick books borrowed from the library, bowed their heads and ran away in a hurry.

At night, when I asked Petunia for a good night kiss, Petunia patted my head: "Lily is doing well, no matter what people ask you, you just say you don't know. After all, you are just a Muggle-born." Grade witch, isn't she?"

The days at school are full and happy.Before you know it, it's Christmas.