[Comprehensive] I'm so bewitching

Mr. V has not come yet.

So, I set my sights on the river.There was ice on the river. I looked it over and found that the ice was very thick, so I ran up happily and started skating.

When I got sweaty from playing and finally remembered to go ashore, I saw a tall man in a black wizard robe standing on the shore.

He has black jade-like hair, magnificent facial features, pale face with a bit of alienation and indifference, red pupils with evil, tall figure hidden in a large wizard robe, making him look Powerful and mysterious.

I casually wiped the sweat off my brow and ran towards him.Standing still in front of him, looking up at the tall man: "Mr. V, you are here."

"Yeah." He nodded to me, the alienation and indifference on his face dissipated, and he smiled and said, "Have you had fun?"

"Very happy." I replied.

Mr. V smiled and said, "May I take you to find a place to sit?" He looked around, "It's not too windy here, what do you think?"

"Okay." I nodded.

He bent down and stretched out a hand: "I'm holding you."

"No need." I took a step back and waved to him, "I'm not a kid anymore, I can walk by myself."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw something flash in Mr. V's eyes.I don't know if it was my illusion, but his eyes were even redder.

He didn't move, he was still bent over, with a trace of surprise on his stunning face: "That day, you asked Bella to hold you."

"Bella is pretty." I scratched my face, feeling a little embarrassed, "Besides, I'm only in the first grade, so I can take advantage of the small shop occasionally."

Mr. V raised his handsome eyebrows: "So, what Miss L means is that I'm not good-looking enough?"

"Well... not as good-looking as Bella." I thought for a while, and replied honestly, "If your face is more rosy and your eyes are not so red, you will be better-looking than Bella."

After hearing this, Mr. V straightened up, pulled out his wand, and tapped his face.

Then, he became the most beautiful in memory.

It was the earth-shattering beauty that he transformed into himself the first time he saw him.

"Now, can I hug Miss L?" He smiled, gentle and pleasant like a spring breeze.

I looked at his fake face and sighed inwardly.

He wanted to hug me so much that he didn't hesitate to cheat... just take pity on him, after all, it's not easy for him to be disfigured.

"Okay." I nodded.

Mr. V bent down and hugged me.

"Hold my neck," he said.

Without him saying anything, I hugged his neck. I am very conscious of safe riding.

"Sir, your skin is good." I touched the back of his neck and found that his skin was smooth and delicate, hot and warm, and I couldn't help sticking my whole hand to it, "What bath products do you use?"

After finishing speaking, I heard Mr. V laughing: "So, if I send some sets of bath products to Ms. L, will Ms. L accept it?"

"No need." I waved my hand and said proudly, "I've made a lot of money recently, I can buy it myself."

Then I felt that Mr. V was not happy.

When he is unhappy, his emotions are especially obvious.The surging magic power just radiated out, forming a great coercion.

"Why did you accept Malfoy's offer?" Mr. V said calmly.

"He gave it to me, so it's hard for me to return it." I said, "That would embarrass him."

Mr. V stopped talking.

He was walking along the river with me in his arms, but suddenly he stood still and chanted a spell.

We Apparated.

"Where is this?" Looking at the wizards walking back and forth wearing all kinds of wizard robes, and the bustling shops, I was a little surprised, "Isn't this Diagon Alley?"

A smile finally appeared on Mr. V's face: "This is Hogsmeade. When you are in the third year, the permission will be opened for you to play here."

Then, he hugged me and walked forward: "Do you like dessert?"

"I like it." I nodded, "Are you going to take me to dessert?"

Mr. V said: "Yes."

He hugged me and walked slowly, not in a hurry.

I observed the surrounding shops along the way, and there were all kinds of wizards, which was very novel.

Then we went into a shop that sold desserts.

This shop is one of the most respectable looking in the neighborhood, well decorated inside and even has a small private room.

"Shall we sit there?" I said, pointing to a seat by the window.

I don't want to sit in a booth.

I want to sit outside and enjoy the view.

"Of course. Ms. L has the final say." Mr. V led me there.

He called the clerk and ordered me many small desserts that looked good and smelled sweet, and talked to me while watching me eat.

"How's life at Hogwarts?" he asked me in a low, sweet voice.

I answered truthfully: "Very good!"

"Oh? Can you tell me something?" He asked me again, with nostalgia in his tone, "After graduation, I often miss my school days."

For the sake of this table of desserts, I'm talking about my life at school.

The professors are very loving, the students are very interesting, some classes are boring, the food is very good, etc.

"I heard that you once bound several students in Slytherin, and none of the students or professors in the school could break the spell, did you?" Mr. V asked me.

I looked up at him: "Do you have younger siblings in school?"

"No." There was a gloomy look in his eyes, "Malfoy from your school told me." He said with a smile on his face, "Malfoy's father and I are in the same class."

I blinked. "Oh. So, maybe I should call you Uncle V?"

Mr. V's smile froze on his face.

"But you look so young." I looked at his young and handsome face, and said with emotion: "That's what wizards are good at. They live long and age slowly. Like our principal, although he is very old, he dresses up and looks He looks similar to my parents. And Grindelwald, he looks younger, and his hair is not even white."

Mr. V quickly adjusted his expression, and he changed into that kind of gentleness that makes people feel like a spring breeze: "You can just call me Mr. V, I like this name better. By the way, did the principal criticize you after that incident?"

"Yes!" I quickly swallowed the little dessert in my mouth, "He said that I brought the fear of death to my classmates! But I just tied them up, besides, they bullied me first!"

Mr. V's tone was full of subtle excitement: "Really? Then he really went too far, obviously you are the victim. What happened next?"

"Then he apologized to me," I said, "Our principal is a man who knows his mistakes and corrects them. Although he is sometimes a little confused because of his age, he is generally a great and wise man. "

Mr. V didn't seem to believe it at all: "Apologize? He actually apologized to you?"

"Yes." I nodded, "I told him that he shouldn't criticize me. Although he is the principal, he will reflect on himself if he does something wrong. He is really the best principal."

Mr. V was silent.

He still didn't seem to believe it, his eyelids were slightly lowered, and he seemed to be restraining something.

I glanced at him, stopped looking, and concentrated on eating my little dessert with my head down.

After a while, Mr. V recovered and started talking to me again.

"I read in the newspaper that you are Grindelwald's daughter?"

"No." I shook my head.

"But I saw the photos published in the newspaper. Mr. Grindelwald looked at you with kindness?" Mr. V asked again.

I brushed the long red hair on my shoulders, and said casually: "A good-looking, smart little girl like me, everyone loves her."

To be honest, I haven't met anyone who doesn't like me.

Mr. V fell silent again.

After a while he started talking to me about himself.

"I am often troubled. There are always too many obstacles in what I want to do."

"They don't trust me, they're cunning and lazy, and they often do unbearably stupid things."

"Too few are obedient, and too many people don't understand me."

"One day I will prove myself to everyone."

His tone was tinged with fanaticism.

This made me very happy, and I dedicated my energy to small desserts, and encouraged him: "You can do it! You are our Hogwarts students who have gone abroad! Our Hogwarts students are all young Promising! You have to work hard!"

The enthusiasm on Mr. V's face faded.

"A Hogwarts student?" He snorted lightly, with contempt in his eyes, "I am unique!"

I nodded. "Each of us is unique."

He seemed very displeased that I said such a thing, straightened up, showing a little proud look: "Do you know who I am?"

I stopped to eat a small dessert and looked up at him.

He said proudly: "My name is Lord Vodemort, people call me DarkLord, yes, the Duke of Darkness is me."

"Then you are great." I looked at him with encouraging eyes, and then I changed the subject, "However, you have to be careful recently, Grindelwald is out of prison, he is more handsome than you, and his magic power is stronger than you, If he wants to do something... I'm afraid the No.1 Dark Wizard will not be you. You must work hard not to be robbed of the No.1 seat by him, and you must not embarrass us at Hogwarts."

Then I saw Mr. V's face darken.

"Him? I will meet him sooner or later!" Mr. V said.

Although he tried to speak in a contemptuous tone, I could still see his guard and vigilance.

"Have you finished eating? I'll take you back." After a while, Mr. V said he still had something to do, and stood up to pay the bill.

I am a little disappointed.

He is so poor that he doesn't even invite me to lunch.

"Thank you, Mr. V." But I, who was educated, still smiled at him gratefully.

He sent me back to the small river and left in a hurry.

Such an irritable temper, how can it compare with Grindelwald?I shook my head and sighed.

I wanted to go shopping and buy Christmas gifts for my friends, but since Mr. V didn't accompany me, I had no choice but to find Snape.

Two days later, Dumbledore Apparated and came to my house.

"Hello, Mr. Dumbledore." Mom and Dad were no longer surprised to hear the sound of "pop".

Dumbledore nodded to them: "Good day, Mr. Evans, Mrs. Evans. I have something to ask Lily. Where is she now?"

"I'm here." I heard the voice upstairs and ran down immediately.

Dumbledore smiled at me: "So, let's go out and talk now, shall we?"

"Okay." I nodded and walked out with Dumbledore.

Came to the yard, Dumbledore showed me a newspaper.

It's the Daily Prophet.

I'm in the headlines again.

The title is:

Shocking secret!Is the Duke of Darkness the biological father of the mysterious little witch?

The Duke of Darkness is close to the daughter of the angry dark wizard Grindelwald. Is it to curry favor or to demonstrate?

The three most powerful men in the wizarding world all take good care of her. What kind of magical power does she have?

The accompanying picture shows Mr. V holding me walking on the streets of Hogsmeade.