[Comprehensive] I'm so bewitching

When we came back from our trip, we found that people had come to our house, the yard seemed to be blown by a hurricane, the fence was crooked, the flowers and plants were stepped on, and even the swing that my father built for me was pulled down!

"Oh my God!" Mom froze for a moment, then put down the box and rushed into the house.

Dad stopped her at once: "Wait! I'll call the police first!"

Dad was so angry that his face was flushed, but he held his mother with one hand while trying to calmly call the police.

We did not enter the yard and the house until the police arrived.

Nothing was missing in the house, except that the furniture had been destroyed, and the walls had been cracked with brutal means.

"It's crazy!" Mom exclaimed angrily.

The police's judgment was: "You must have offended someone, and these traces are obviously deliberate revenge."

"Let's be honest, when did we offend someone?" Mom looked at the messy kitchen, the broken floor, broken chandeliers and furniture, her eyes were red.

Dad also said: "We are all honest and responsible people, and there is no place to offend others in our lives, let alone such a vicious method."

The police recorded a statement, said they would go back and investigate carefully, and left.

I stood in the yard, looking at the destroyed swing frame, my heart was bubbling, and a kind of hatred emerged.

"Lily?" Mom called me, she ran out and hugged me in her arms, and comforted me: "Honey, don't be sad, let your father build you a new one."

I felt her tears fall on my neck, making me shiver.

The bubbling swamp also fell silent.

"No," I said, "I can use magic to restore the house to its original state."

I hugged my mother's waist and whispered in her ear.

Mom exclaimed: "Will someone find out like this?"

"It doesn't matter." I said, "People in the magic world will be responsible for any accidents."

It is said that the Ministry of Magic has a special agency to deal with the traces left by wizards in front of Muggles.

"Okay then." Mom said, "However, we still have to wait until it gets dark. Now it's broad daylight, and I don't think it's very good."

I nodded: "Okay, Mom."

Then I used a camera to take pictures of the damage inside and out, and developed it into a photo.

At night, I waved my magic wand to restore the dilapidated yard and rooms to their original state little by little.

"My God, is this magic?" Mom and Dad stood behind me and made a sigh of emotion, "This is really a miracle."

I turned around and smiled at them: "Yes, this is magic."

In an instant, the dilapidated homeland was restored to its original state.

If you don't use magic and choose to redecorate, it will take a long time and a lot of money.

Just because magic can do things that ordinary people can't do, or things that are difficult for ordinary people to do, so people with magic are unscrupulous, despise Muggles, and bully Muggles.

That's right, it's wizards who made our house like this.

I smell the remnants of magical waves.

"Mom and Dad, let's rest." I hugged my father and kissed my mother.

After they all fell asleep, I got up from the bed, put on my shoes and went downstairs.

Came to the yard, sat on the swing, lowered his head and spread his palms.

A black lily swayed in my palm, emitting a dark light.

"Guard my home for me." I kissed the stamen, then stood up, walked to a corner of the yard, and squatted down.

The black lily jumped out of my palm, landed on the ground, and quickly took root.

I stretched out my fingers and stroked the petals gently.

The next day, early in the morning, my mother exclaimed: "My God, there is a black lily here!"

"Let me see?" Dad's voice also came, "It's actually true! I haven't seen a black lily yet! I haven't seen it yesterday. When did it grow?"

"The black lilies are beautiful too," said my mother.

"Of course, as long as Lily is beautiful." Dad laughed.

I poked my head out of the bedroom, looked at my parents talking and laughing, and bent my eyes.

"Mom, I went out to find friends." I was holding a small box, which was a souvenir from a trip to France. "I won't be back for lunch."

Mom nodded and asked me again: "Is the money enough to spend?"

"Enough." I nodded with a smile, then waved my wand, called the Knight Bus, and headed for Godric's Hollow.

Dumbledore lived there.

However, when I came to Dumbledore's house, I found that Grindelwald was there.

"Ah!" When I saw Grindelwald, I was a little surprised and a little embarrassed, because I only brought a gift to Dumbledore.

The two of them didn't know what they were doing, and when they saw me, their expressions were a little unnatural.

"Long time no see, Lily." Grindelwald was the first to return to normal, he walked towards me with an elegant smile, bent down and touched my cheek, "Why are you here?"

I said, "I'm here to see the principal."

"Oh, so, did something happen?" Dumbledore also came over.

I handed him the small box in my hand and said, "This is a souvenir I brought you from my trip to France." Then I told him what happened after the trip came home.

I also handed the developed photos to Dumbledore: "I am very angry that my home has been destroyed like this."

Dumbledore looked serious when he saw the picture.

"Principal, I suspect they are Death Eaters." I raised my head and said very seriously, "Although they have been quieter, it is because they are afraid of the diary and Mr. Grindelwald."

Since that conversation with Tom in Hogsmeade, the Death Eaters had subsided.But Tom never came to ask for the diary, and we don't know what he was thinking.

However, he is unlikely to leave the diary alone, and we suspect he has other plans.

But he has been out of the head, and we can't guess what he is going to do.

This time my home was attacked, and I guessed it was the Death Eaters immediately, because the dark wizards were divided into two factions, one was Grindelwald's side, and the other was Tom's side.

Mr. Grindelwald has never ordered his subordinates to do such meaningless and boring things. Instead, he is Tom's Death Eater with a lot of criminal records.

"If it's really a Death Eater, I'm going to talk to Tom," I said to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore was silent for a while, and asked me: "What do you want to talk about?"

"He gave me the Death Eater who did it," I said, "or I'll tear up his journal."

Before Dumbledore could speak, Grindelwald exclaimed, "A very good idea."

Dumbledore gave him a disapproving look: "Lily is still a child."

"She's a special child," Grindelwald said. "You can't treat her the same way you treat ordinary little wizards."

Dumbledore did not speak.

"Please contact Tom for me." I looked up and asked earnestly.

Dumbledore finally agreed.

We're in Hogsmeade.

"I don't know what you want from me?" Tom walked in, glanced at Dumbledore first, and then at me. He smiled at me, "I didn't expect Lily to be here."

When did I know him so well?You actually called me Lily!

"You look different from the last time we met." Dumbledore looked at Tom with a thoughtful expression on his face, "You merged all the Horcruxes?"

Tom's eyes twinkled, and then he gave a well-placed smile: "Nothing can be hidden from you. Yes, since I talked to you last time, I went back and thought it over, and I think you are right, so I put the soul merged."

Then, he said with some regret: "Unfortunately, there is one more. I wonder when you will return it to me?"

I looked at Tom on the side, and found that he was really different from before.His cheeks are rosy, his lips are as delicate as roses, and his red eyes have disappeared, but there is still a little bit, which can't be seen unless you look carefully.It was completely different from the cold look of the vampire nobles last time.

His current appearance is clearly lively and fragrant.

"I think you should ask Lily this question." Dumbledore turned his gaze to me, "After all, this is a gift from you."

Tom shifted his gaze to me: "Lily, can I return the diary?"

"Okay." I nodded, I don't want to prevent people from merging, "The premise is that you give me the person who will do this."

I pulled out the photo and pushed it in Tom's face.

"This is?" Tom raised his eyebrows and looked at me puzzled.

I said, "This is my house, it was destroyed by Death Eaters."

"Impossible." Tom said, his brows furrowed slightly, with a little displeasure on his face, "Since I went back last time, I have restrained them, and they are not allowed to do this kind of thing again."

Dumbledore said: "You'd better go back and ask. After all, it's not an easy thing to restrain your subordinates."

For example, yang obeys yin and violates something.

Dumbledore and I discussed, if the Death Eaters did this, would Tom know about it?

We agreed that Tom was unaware.

He's a smart guy, he doesn't do such mean, boring things, he does big things if he does.

Therefore, it is likely that his subordinates could not stand the restraint and ran out to act without permission.

Sure enough, after hearing what we said, Tom's face darkened.

His almost black eyes flashed a red light.

"Okay." Tom said coldly, "I'll go back and investigate."

After he finished speaking, he stood up, glanced at my face, and then fell on Dumbledore's face: "I hope you can return the diary to me after this matter is resolved."

After a pause, he showed a sad expression: "The feeling of missing a piece of soul is not very good."

"I promise you." Dumbledore said, "As long as the result of this matter satisfies Lily, I will return the diary to you."