"I admire this kid so much, he did what I always wanted to do, but couldn't do." When Phoenix finished shouting, he ran out of the frame and began to spread it around, and soon the portraits of the whole school crowded to see the excitement until Madam Pomfrey arrived.

"What's going on? Rumors are circulating throughout Hogwarts that you were beaten up by your brother. When Madam Pomfrey came out of the fireplace, Albus hadn't gotten up from the ground.

After all, the old headmaster is already in his early 100s, and he is no longer a strong young man, and the "difficult" action just now not only broke the bridge of his nose again, but also flashed to his waist, and he is now reluctant to even sit, let alone stand.

"Why is it so miserable!" Madam Pomfrey didn't expect Albus, who had always been unhurried. Dumbledore, one day he was beaten so that he couldn't even sit down, his old face was crumpled, obviously in pain, he was bloody near the bridge of his nose, his whole body was dirty, and he didn't know how many times he rolled on the ground just now.

"The bridge of the nose is broken! The waist flashed! The leg is twisted too! There are other messy little bugs. Well! Let's stay in the medical wing. Madam Pomfrey inspected it, and said sternly.

"How long?" Dumbledore had a hard time squeezing out the word.

"It can be as little as ten days and a half months, and as much as a year and a half." Madam Pomfrey said a floating amount of time, and then packed up and brought Dumbledore back to the medical wing before he could protest, leaving a room full of sighs and wands lying alone on his desk.

Catherine couldn't help but feel the familiar smell of moonlight around her, she couldn't help but feel a huge headache, she had locked herself in her bedroom last night in order to sort out her relationship with Snape, but now she still woke up in his arms.

Catherine sighed silently and opened her eyes, only to find that she had not left her bedroom, and she sat up sharply. Then she made sure that Yiqiē was no different from her last night, but there was an extra person on her bed.

"Professor, why are you here?" Catherine asked hesitantly, believing that her actions had woken Snape up.

"Something happened today." Snape closed his eyes and answered.

Catherine was stunned for a moment before she realized what Snape meant by the unfinished words: because of today's events, he needed to keep her spirits up.

"What's the matter?" Catherine asked, puzzled.

"To Prince Manor." Snape's brow furrowed slightly, and it was clear that he didn't really want to go where he had mentioned.

"Why do I have to go?" Catherine was confused, her only point of contact with the Prince family was Snape, but the Potions professor clearly had nothing but dislike for his mother's family, so why would he ask her to come with him today?

"You'll know when you go." Snape replied angrily. But the eyes had no intention of opening them.

Catherine saw that he still had a tired look on his face, and hurriedly left the room lightly, allowing Snape to rest for a while.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Snape finally got up, and then he sorted out his daily affairs at the speed of the storm, and then took Catherine directly to the Princes Manor.

Since Snape had direct access to the inside of the manor, Catherine had no idea where Prince Manor was located in England, and she couldn't even figure out its general environment, so she was dragged into a room by the Potions professor.

The room was small. There is only a stone platform erected against the wall, and on the stone platform is a copper mirror, the edge of the copper mirror has no pattern, and only a bud is carved on the top.

Catherine followed Snape to the stone platform. Seeing the coat of arms of the Prince family engraved on the stone platform, the stone platform began to tremble slightly when Professor Potions reached out and stroked the green leaf badge, and then a wooden box with the same badge rose.

Catherine just thought that the style of this wooden box was somewhat familiar. He was dragged to the stone platform by Snape, and then he cut the palm of his right hand, and then he pressed his right hand to the badge of the wooden box.

"Professor!" Catherine suddenly understood the purpose of this wooden box. "I'm not related to the Princes."

"I know." Snape spoke, suddenly slicing through his own palm and taking Catherine's right hand, and the red-haired girl's eyes widened.

"Professor! You can't do this! Catherine shouted and pulled her right hand back hard, but Snape suddenly reached behind her and took her into his arms.

As soon as her back pressed against that warm chest, Catherine suddenly felt like she had been struck by lightning, unable to move.

But Snape, just in case, whispered the order in the girl's ear:

"Don't move!"

As soon as the low, magnetic voice entered her ears, half of Catherine's body immediately went soft, and she could only lean limply into Snape's arms, watching as the blood of the two of them melted into the badge on the lid.

With a soft "click", the wooden box opened automatically, revealing a necklace with eight dark green leaves, but no one paid attention to it.

Snape was bandaging the red-haired girl's wounds, while Catherine looked at the Potions Professor's side face with a complicated expression.

In fact, the opening on Catherine's hand is not big, the big one is the one in Snape's palm, but the Potions Professor directly used a "healing as ever" to solve his injury, and the red-haired girl's can't be quickly healed with magic or potions.

"This necklace is an eyesore, but it has a good function, it can automatically resist the invasion of low-level potions, and it can also stock up on some emergency healing potions." After treating the wound, Snape picked up the Princes family heirloom necklace and walked up behind Catherine to help her put it on, untying the rose necklace he had given her the following year.

Catherine looked at the blurred image in the bronze mirror, and suddenly remembered what it had shown when she first saw the Mirror of Eris on Christmas Eve two years ago.

"What's wrong?" Snape, who had just untied the necklace, noticed the abnormality of the red-haired girl, so he directly pressed her shoulder, trying to make her turn to face him, but Catherine, who was still stunned, turned her head first.

The faces of the two suddenly got very close, so close that as long as one of them moved slightly, they would touch each other, but no matter how messy their breathing suddenly became, they didn't seem to have any intention of going further, they just kept stalemate until one of them retreated first.

Catherine turned her head, hung her head, closed her eyes, and completely concealed her feelings, but still followed the strength of Snape's hand, turned and fell into his arms.

A large hand held the girl's left hand, and the big hand was extremely well maintained, but the girl's hand looked rough, and there were many residual calluses.

"Stinky boy!" The sound of a wheelchair spinning echoed outside the room, bringing an old scolding, "I heard you dragged a woman back." ”

Catherine couldn't help but think of the first time she saw Narcissa, and hurriedly withdrew her left hand and stood up straight.

"Who I bring back has nothing to do with you!" Snape turned and yelled at the door, but grabbed Catherine's right hand and pulled her behind him.

"I'm afraid you'll be like your mother and choose a parasite!" The old man's voice finally entered the room, and immediately ordered viciously, "What to hide!" Dare to enter the Prince family! Don't you have the courage to face me, an old immortal? ”

"She's just my student!" Snape looked down at the haggard-looking old man in the wheelchair and responded in a cold and merciless tone, "There's no need to see you!" ”

"Your student - why are you wearing the Princes family heirloom necklace!" The old man angrily slammed his fist against the armrest of the wheelchair, and the few remaining sparse gray hairs on the top of his head shook sharply.

"Just because she's my designated heir!" Snape narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the old man in front of him with a sharp gaze.

"You want her to take over the Prince family?" The old man's mouth opened wide in shock, and then he sneered, "Since I'm not dead yet, then you can't bypass me and appoint an outsider to take over at will, so," he looked behind Snape and suddenly shouted the order, "Come out!" Or hand over the necklace. ”

Before the old man could finish his shouting, he saw a red-haired girl in a white robe, walking out from behind Snape with graceful steps, and calmly greeted him with an ancient greeting salute:

"It's an honor to meet you! Mr. Prince! Catherine looked at the old man in the wheelchair and greeted with a smile in a gentle voice, "I hope I won't let you down." ”

Old Mr. Prince stared at the red-haired girl in front of him in amazement, and he could not imagine that this elegant and mature young wizard with good strength could be a student of his grandson, who was as rude and irascible as his father.

"Have you seen enough!" Snape glared at his maternal grandfather, and then pulled Catherine straight past him out of the room, and the red-haired girl had to apologize for saying goodbye to Old Mr. Prince before hurriing away with the Potions professor.

"That girl is not simple, is it?" Old Mr. Prince looked in the direction they were leaving, and suddenly sighed, and in this room, where there was not even a portrait, a voice actually sounded in response:

"Yes." The voice was very neutral and very cold, and when it sounded, the bronze mirror suddenly became clear, and began to reproduce the qiē that had just happened in the room, "It's a pity that he obviously hasn't taken it yet." The voice summed up without emotion.

"No!" Old Mr. Prince frowned slightly, and said firmly, "He will definitely take it, even if he doesn't." He suddenly shook his hand and pulled a necklace from his neckline, "I won't allow him to be like his mother." The necklace slowly grew green leaves, and the surrounding plants slowly became active.

"What's the girl's name?" Old Mr. Prince gasped and asked.

"Catherine—" The buds at the top of the bronze mirror closed one by one, spitting out the neutral and cold voice just now.

"What about the family name?" Old Mr. Prince drew his wand, but the hand holding it still trembled.

"Prince!" (To be continued......)