Severus on the side saw this scene, although he felt a little uncomfortable, but he also had to sigh that this Sirius•black's IQ was really stupid and distressing!

"It's beautiful in your heart, isn't it?"

Seeing Sirius having a good morning of happiness, Jaime on the side teased, "Look at your appearance, being allowed to call the religion by name can make you happy like this." ”

Sirius gave Jaime a blank look, hmph, I don't care about you, I can't eat grapes and say that grapes are sour.

Yolanda on the side looked at Sirius, and the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually faded, Sirius, it seems that you are Regulus's own brother, I don't want to start from you, but you bumped into my hands yourself, no wonder me.

"Miss Stewart!"

It was Dumbledore.

"Professor Dumbledore, what's the matter?"

Yolanda asked, smiling.

"Congratulations on winning a Quidditch match, Miss Stewart. Would you like to have time in the afternoon to come to my old man's office and enjoy afternoon tea with me? I'll have dessert ready for you. ”

Dumbledore smiled and blinked behind the lenses.

"Of course, it's my pleasure, well, it would be more perfect if there were marshmallow cupcakes."

Yolanda smiled sweetly.

"One of the specialties of Duke Honey's Candy House, good taste, Miss Stewart, I'll be ready."

Dumbledore smiled and nodded, and turned to leave.

"Why did Dumbledore let you go to his office?"

Lily asked, puzzled.

Severus's eyes sank, and he could certainly guess why.

"Maybe you just wanted to talk to me about Professor Slughorn's party this weekend, let's go, Lily, Severus, we need to go to class."

Yolanda smiled without a hint of flaw.

"Honey lollipop!"

(Yolanda unceremoniously rolls her eyes in front of Dumbledore when she learns the password from Dumbledore's office.)

"You may be seated, Miss Stewart. ”

Dumbledore gestured to his chair.

Yolanda looked around, it was a spacious, beautiful circular room filled with all sorts of funny little sounds.

On the table with slender legs, there were many strange silverwares, spinning and belching small puffs of smoke.

The walls are covered with portraits of the old headmasters, all of whom are snoring softly in their frames.

On a tall gilded perch behind the door stood an old dragon bird, like a turkey with half of its feathers plucked, it was a phoenix.

There is also a huge table in the room with claw-shaped legs.

On a shelf behind the desk sat a tattered, crumpled wizard's hat, the Sorting Hat.

"Taste it, I bought it from Duke Honey on a special trip."

Dumbledore shoved the marshmallow cupcakes in front of Yolanda.

"I have to say once again that it is really my honor to be able to work as a principal."

Yolanda cut a small piece with a small silver fork and put it in his mouth.

"Miss Stewart."

At this moment, Dumbledore's eyes no longer had the smile he had before, "I want to talk to you about your watch in the Quidditch arena." ”