When the bell rang from the direction of the Great Hall for the third time, Professor McGonagall's shout brought Vio's gaze back into the distance through the long window, the fire and the wall lamps were lit, and the light from the outside was fading and blending with the yellowish light. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Under the light, Vio couldn't see the look on Professor McGonagall's face, as if she was standing in a fog and watching Vio, but it was unknown what kind of mood she was feeling.

"Miss Santriel, are your wounds healed?" Professor McGonagall asked.

Her tone was calm, as if the topic they were talking about was as ordinary as the weather today.

Vio nodded, his fingers slowly digging into his pocket, clenching into fists.

In this way, no one could notice that her arms were shaking violently.

Professor McGonagall closed her eyes, as if she had mentally organized the words.

Then she opened her eyes, her expression sharpened, and she must have made up some kind of determination, "You used a dark magic, Miss Santriel, do you admit it?" Professor McGonagall asked in a tone of non-deterioration.

Vio nodded, trying to remain as calm as he could, replied, "That's right. ”

When she didn't speak, Vio's lips pursed, and she used most of her strength to control her arms from shaking, so the expression on her face was numb and almost resolute, like a stone covered with white moss.

"You admit it. Professor McGonagall snapped, "Where did you learn the Dark Arts? Did you know that the Dark Arts are classified as Dark Arts to warn those who want to use them?

Vio looked at Professor McGonagall, her hair coiled in a black silk bun coiled up with a black silk mesh, her thick hair nested in an orderly manner, full of meticulous care.

Just like herself, the rules are paramount, and there is no room for sand in her eyes.

"You shouldn't have done that!, Miss Santerrell, I'm going to send you to the Forbidden Forest with Hagrid," Professor McGonagall said mercilessly, but was interrupted by a voice, "Oh, you're talking to Vio, aren't you?"

Dumbledore appeared at Madam Pomfrey's hospital at the right time, and Professor McGonagall had a look of disapproval on her face, and she explained with a little dissatisfaction, "Dumbledore, do you know what terrible things this kid has done?

She used the Dark Arts to injure herself, and then used her own blood to complete another Dark Magic.

She's only in the third grade, and she doesn't know what it means, so I think I should punish her and remind her that you can't do anything without compromise. ”

Dumbledore listened carefully to Professor McGonagall's words, his blue eyes showing regret, and then he thought for a moment, stared into Vio's eyes and asked, "Let's think about a more convenient solution, Vio, did you remember Professor McGonagall's words?"

"I remember, Professor!" said Vio, nodding hurriedly, for fear that Professor McGonagall would interrupt her answer, she didn't want to go to the Forbidden Forest again because of this, and then she might run into those eight-eyed spiders.

"You see, Minerva, she should never make a similar mistake again," Dumbledore said briskly, "Can we be a little more flexible with those who know that they can change their mistakes?"

Dumbledore said so, and Professor McGonagall, though she didn't want to agree, had to do as he was told.

Later, Dumbledore hinted that he didn't want to occupy her time any longer, so Professor McGonagall walked out alone, giving up the room to Vio and Dumbledore for a private conversation.

"It's still early before curfew, and I think we'll have plenty of time to sit and talk, right?" said Dumbledore, conjuring up a delicately comfortable dark red armchair.

Vio felt a parchment in his throat, Voldemort had also demonstrated his mastery of the dark arts at school, and then he was deliberately alienated by Dumbledore, and now this fate was about to befall her?

She wasn't Voldemort, she wasn't addicted to dark magic, she just had to use the power of it.

Vio thought, and plucked up the courage to make eye contact with Dumbledore.

"You're a little nervous, more nervous than we've ever been when we're talking, vio. Dumbledore said softly. With a flick of his wand, two cups of steaming tea immediately appeared on the table next to him.

Dumbledore picked up one of the glasses and tasted them safely, "Not bad." It's the juice of aquatic plants in the Strait of Malacca, and the temperature is just right. Why don't you try it while it's hot?"

Vio didn't take his advice.

"Professor Dumbledore," Vio said, "I'm not using Dark Arts to do bad things, it's the first time I've used Dark Magic, but it's used to help Draco stop the bleeding and deal with the damage caused by that magical creature, and the books say it's more useful......"

Dumbledore drank his tea attentively, but also listened attentively.

"That's right, it's mentioned in The Strange Spell of the Ten in the library, I'm surprised you're going to read that book," Dumbledore put his fingers together with interest and looked at Vio from the top of the triangle he had made, "Did Filius borrow it for you?"

"Professor Flitwick told you?" Vio was a little surprised.

"Ah, he didn't say it explicitly. Dumbledore happily pointed out, "But often associations can tell us a lot of truths." You don't really know how famous you are in school, and for more than 100 years, few students have been able to be mentored by different teachers for a long time. ”

VIO looked at the headmaster's smiling face and realized that his attitude towards himself and Voldemort was absolutely different.

She was emboldened.

"I feel that our school is a whole. ”

Dumbledore smiled even more, "I couldn't agree more with you. But for now," he said, "I still have some advice for you. ”

Vio nodded.

"The true direction is never just a smooth road, and when you encounter doubts, you try to open up a new path instead of changing your direction. Will you?" Dumbledore asked.

Vio thought for a moment and felt that he was implying to himself that because she had used the dark magic in front of everyone, the gentleness and kindness she had shown before would be distorted and no longer believed.

Deep down, people always keep doubting others, trust is the result of rational thinking, and doubt should be regarded as natural disposition.

"I will follow your advice, after all, I cherish my friends. ”

"Not enough, vio, it's just not enough. Dumbledore whispered, "You need to establish a standard for choosing friends. (To be continued.) )