[HP] Disappearing Cat Raccoon - Chapter 7

With my facilitation, the entire Hufflepuff was filled with a wonderful scene of “my mother/dad/grandfather/grandma told me about the past…”, specifically in explaining the professors’ dark history and emotional gossip, and at the same time What’s wrong with Professor Napp…

Well, of course it was picked up.

However, because of the involvement of a certain savior, I did not particularly publicize it, but I was still able to obtain a message from a fair and bright angle.

Lily Potter, Evans before she got married, has red hair like mine.

“You have the same last name as Harry Potter’s mother, the same hair, and his mother was Muggle-born…are you related?”

Linda asked me cautiously, I didn’t feel offended at all, and nodded casually: “It should be, I asked Professor McGonagall to help me investigate.”

“Wow, so that means…”

“It’s what you think, but Linda, the Harry Potter you said is my cousin, yes, but he is also a child who lost his parents, just like me.”

I have always felt that Harry who grew up in Dursley [the translation of this name is really ironic] has not changed and is really pure and pure like Voldemort. this kid…

“Can I go see him, my cousin.”

I came to Professor McGonagall’s office during the break, and I didn’t tell Professor Sprout about this matter entirely because Professor McGonagall led me to find out about my kinship, so it was normal for me to find her.

“I already knew that he was Harry Potter.”

I looked into Professor McGonagall’s eyes and sighed: “Like me, a child who lost his parents. He is luckier than me, and has an aunt to take him in.”

I saw Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and let out a breath. “No, I’m sorry, dear.”

“It doesn’t matter, then can I send him a letter? By mail.”

“…”

I had never thought of going to see Harry Potter so early, the main purpose was still communication. However, if this is also rejected, I will start thinking about the means of ordinary people.

No phone call, I know where his aunt’s address is, but the point is—

If I was twenty-one years old, I could bring him to live with me through the legal means of ordinary people, especially his mother’s name is Evans, and I am also Evans, which is a completely feasible solution, however, I Only eleven years old.

In this world, I’m just an eleven-year-old student.

Teachers always have a sense of distrust of students, not because of age, but because of immature means and unconvinced plan execution. What I’m trying to do is get rid of that mistrust as much as possible, and also…

I was called over to have tea by the boss of our school, the headmaster, and Professor Dumbledore==

In my heart, I don’t think that Professor Dumbledore is a mind-reading and truthful headmaster. He is a contradictory person, but he is still a loving elder who loves the headmaster of the whole school.

He said that as long as one person doesn’t want me to go, then I don’t count as leaving Hogwarts. And how many people didn’t want him to leave when he fell down the tower?

The whole of Hogwarts did not want him to leave.

Now, this old bee… No, the principal is looking at me kindly, with a slightly curious expression, which makes him look a lot more vivid and has a lovely feeling.

“Miss Evans… When I say this title, I always feel a sense of exclamation.”

“Well, I think so too.”

“Coffee, or tea?”

“Tea, with milk and no sugar, thank you.”

I reached out and took a cup of milk tea, took a sip and found that there was still a little sweetness in it, which made me feel a lot more comfortable. The principal blinked when he saw that I had found out: “I think it would be more comfortable for a little girl to drink something sweet, isn’t it?”

“Yes, principal, I like it very much.”

After taking two sips generously, I put down the glass and looked at his blue eyes still calm: “I don’t want to pretend to be in front of you, principal.”

“Yes, you didn’t disguise in front of Professor McGonagall, and naturally pushed the power you have to find out what you want to know. This is an adult’s wisdom, and it is also a very perfect item, um , the act of breaking Severus’ black face.”

“…”

Recently, the little badgers looked at Snape with a completely understanding and pure kindness of “Professor, we all know, we all know”. It’s a pity that because of gossip, he doesn’t even care about deducting points from Hufflepuff now, and his face is full of a strong teacher-student relationship of “we know everything, it doesn’t matter if we deduct points, we love your professor”.

As for my words, needless to say. Every time I look at him, I tell myself not to look like “I hear raindrops falling on the green grassland”, so I’m restrained and polite, and I even got points in the potions class.

“You want to meet Harry?”

“I’ve been thinking about it for a while, and I want to meet my aunt and uncle, and if possible, other relatives.”

“Is that so.”

“Yes.”

Professor McGonagall would definitely tell all the professors about me, including things like “I’m twenty-one.” I don’t think there’s anything wrong with this, it just makes me a little more comfortable.

Because I’m not planning anything, sincerity and frankness is my best explanation.

“I think so, but…”

“but?”

“How’s it going during the summer? As a Muggle.”

“Of course, why not?”

I raised my eyebrows, as if in disbelief: “Don’t tell me I’m not going to class now and tell him hello, I’m your long-lost cousin, oh, this is my aunt, I’m glad to see you, I’m your father’s brother. Granddaughter, is she still a witch? You do this without knowing the specific situation of their family. Principal, you are so…don’t know how to look at the atmosphere?”

“…”

In fact, I never expected that when I came to the wizarding world, I didn’t slap Professor Snape first, but instead slapped the Headmaster first.

Listening to the blatant snickering of the portraits behind him, I felt like I was slipping too.

“Cough, sorry.”

“It’s alright, you’re right, it’s really… a very impolite thing.”

Headmaster Dumbledore is definitely a good person, and he is still very kind when I am so humiliated: “If you already have your own ideas, I will trust you.”

“trust me?”

“I think Miss Evans deserves my trust in this regard. But please don’t take Harry away, he will only be protected at his aunt’s house and will not be found.”

I think that Principal Dumbledore can say this to a student, and half an outsider has indeed trusted me very much. I didn’t want to take Harry Potter away either, I just decided to wait until the summer vacation and send a letter to Aunt Petunia through the orphanage or something, at least give them something like “You have a relative” impression.

As for whether she likes me or not, it’s up to her.

“However, Headmaster Dumbledore, how do you think an eleven-year-old me can take a nine-year-old?”

“Pfft, hahahahahaha I’m sorry Dumbledore, let me go back and laugh for a while hahahahahaha.”

As if some switch had been turned on, the portraits on the wall behind Mr. Principal were all laughing like crazy, so that for a while, the Principal’s room was filled with a happy air.

“Very humorous, Miss Evans.”

When the portraits finally quieted down, the principal in front of me seemed to be ten years older, coughed and sighed: “Okay, it seems that you already have plans, do you still need a cup of hot cocoa to help you sleep? “

“There is no need for dear Headmaster Dumbledore.”

I stood up and bowed slightly to him: “Thank you for protecting Harry.”

“It’s not my protection…”

“No, you protected him.”

He protected the boy time and time again, from the beginning, to the end. He has always implemented his inner morality, and at the same time is full of love towards students, protecting the entire Hogwarts from being contaminated by any force – think of the fifth grade in the Order of the Phoenix, the Ministry of Magic has scourged Hogwarts What’s it like.

“thank you.”

You are the greatest principal.

The author has something to say:

Please remember that no matter how timid students are, they will also be interested in the teacher’s gossip, really [.

And Lao Deng is not black, not so white but he is definitely not black. He made the whole of Hogwarts a pure and uncontaminated land – even at the peak of Voldemort, no child was marked as a Death Eater, and not controlled by the Ministry of Magic – just look at the fifth part. understood. He tried his best to make Hogwarts an ivory tower. Although he felt that Hogwarts was divided because of some stubborn ideas, he himself, as the headmaster, was excellent and great.

As for Gryffindor and Slytherin… I didn’t see Malfoy turned into a stoat and fake Moody, except for some gloating, most of the students felt that the professor did something wrong? Everyone is very clear, okay?→_→

Don’t black anyone, Lao Fu does not wash white, no nose means no nose, even if I only have one breath, I would say Lao Fu has no nose [Hey