Chapter 057 admits mistakes

"Yes!" Catherine answered, and suddenly stretched out her hand, "Can you give it back to me?" Professor Dumbledore. ”

Dumbledore paused for a moment before taking Catherine's dagger out of his pocket, but before he could return it to its owner, Snape snatched it away.

Snape put it to the tip of his nose and sniffed it, his brow immediately tightened, and he glared at Catherine and roared, "You actually smeared 'blood on it'!" ”

Both Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey looked at Catherine in shock, especially Dumbledore, who had touched the dagger with his hand, and if he had accidentally slashed his hand, the consequences would have been unimaginable!

"This is what I used before." Catherine said calmly, "I didn't change the medicine when I arrived at Hogwarts because I didn't need to use it anymore, and I didn't put it back on until yesterday because I was going to Diagon Alley. ”

"Do you want to die like that!" Snape asked angrily, "You carried such a dangerous thing with you!" ”

"It's a must!" Catherine said calmly, but lowered her head to prevent others from seeing her face, Madam Pomfrey couldn't help but let out a sobbing sound, and Dumbledore showed a complicated expression.

"What about the sheath of the dagger?" Snape suppressed his anger.

Catherine rolled up the sleeve of her left hand and unsheathed the dagger from her forearm, which Snape took and carefully placed the dagger in, then put it in the bottle before throwing it into his pocket.

When he had finished his series of movements, the medical wing fell into an eerie silence again.

"Can I go back? Madam Pomfrey. Catherine opened her mouth to break the silence.

Seeing Catherine's determined eyes, Madam Pomfrey hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"Headmaster, you-" Catherine asked Dumbledore again.

"I'll get it later." Dumbledore laughed and said, "I'd like to talk to Poppy for a while." ”

"Okay." Katherine nodded to them, then got out of bed and walked towards the door of the medical wing, and Snape got up and followed her out of the medical wing.

"What do you want to talk to me about?" After Catherine and Snape vanished from the doorway, Madam Pomfrey turned to look at Dumbledore.

"It doesn't matter!" Dumbledore smiled and lifted his glasses, "I'm just numb in my feet!" ”

"I suddenly feel like you need bed rest so badly!" Madam Pomfrey squinted and said in a threatening tone.

"Trust me, Poppy!" Dumbledore hurriedly said, "I just think I need to get them to talk first." ”

Madam Pomfrey's face darkened, and she said sadly, "This is really a difficult hurdle between them!" ”

"I'm sure they'll step over," Dumbledore's pale blue eyes looked over his glasses at the lady in front of him, "aren't they?" ”

"Yes!" Madam Pomfrey smiled slowly, "There's no obstacle that Slytherin can't overcome!" ”

As soon as she left the medical wing, Catherine walked briskly to the Slytherin common room, but was forced to stop as she passed the door to Snape's office.

Catherine looked back to see Snape clenching her right hand and pulling her toward his office.

"Let it go!" Catherine screamed, wrestling free of Snape's left hand, and turned to continue walking towards the dorm room until he grabbed her right hand again and stopped in front of her.

"I was wrong!" Snape half-crouched down and looked directly at Catherine.

He knew that the girl in front of him was Catherine, but he couldn't help but think of her as Lily when he was a child, until he really mistook them, of course, this was also affected by Catherine's pranks for more than a month, otherwise he could still restrain himself and would not call out impulsively.

"I'm not going to take you for Lily again." His tone was very sincere.

"I'm at fault too!" Catherine let out a long sigh.

She knew how similar she was to Lily Evans when she was a child, and she knew how difficult Snape's relationship with him was, but she used this to tease him, so that these things had happened in the past two days, and she was simply asking for her own suffering.

"I'm not going to do that on purpose again." She looked at Snape, her eyes calm and her face calm.

The corners of Snape's mouth couldn't help but show a smile, this was the Catherine he was familiar with, the girl who was no more proud of Hogwarts.

Seeing the smile on the corner of his mouth, Catherine couldn't help but smile brightly, "But-I-still-hate-you!"

“I－know!” Snape raised an eyebrow slightly, pulled his left hand hard to his side, and reached out to wrap his arms around the girl's waist.

Catherine tried to resist, but was afraid of hurting Snape, so she held him down on the shoulder so that she wouldn't hit him.

“How－about－now?” Snape whispered in her ear.

The sudden approach of heat made Catherine's hand soften, and she completely fell into Snape's arms.

The warmth, like the feeling of the silver-white deer every time it appeared, always dispelled the chill that had enveloped her body all year round, and she couldn't help but reach out and hug this source of heat.

Catherine's movements made Snape stunned for a moment, and then he realized that her body was very cold, as if there was no slightest temperature, only some warmth in his left hand, and he couldn't help but hug her, wanting to warm her with his own body.

The sound of her heartbeat woke Catherine, and she realized that she and Snape were so close, something that had never happened before, because the average person's body temperature only made her feel hot, and she couldn't help but look at his face.

Grim and cold like ice carvings, even when emotionally excited, there are few expressions that are too obvious, as if all the facial muscles except the eyebrows have lost their function, only the two pale lips, with the sharpness of a sword, can always cut the flesh of others lightly.

"Is it still cold?" Sensing Catherine's movements, Snape turned his head to look over, and he reached out to ruffle her hair, and found that she was observing himself, and her eyes were as charming and dazzling as amber, completely captivating his whole heart, and he couldn't help but come closer.

Snape's approach made Catherine suddenly feel suffocated, as if the air around her was instantly taken away by his pair of black hole-like eyes, her heart began to beat faster, her body temperature also rose rapidly, and her eyes lost focus.

In a daze, a camera flashed before Catherine's eyes, the first scene she had seen in the Mirror of Eris the night before, and then she realized that the situation was so similar to hers, and she gasped and jerked up.

"What's wrong?" Snape asked, puzzled, unaware of anything wrong.

"It's too hot!" Catherine's tone was calm, but her tone was strange, her cheeks were very rosy, and her heart was beating at an alarming rate.

"Are you sure it's really too hot?" Snape took her right hand and asked dissatisfiedly, even though Catherine's body had warmed up, it was still cold.

"Seems to be born." Catherine slowed her breathing and tried to lower her heartbeat, "Senior sister always says I'm like a snake. ”

"And when are you going to hibernate?" Snape quipped.

Catherine couldn't help but laugh out loud: "I'm just having a hard time getting warm. ”

"Still laughing!" Snape glared at her, got up and pulled Catherine towards his office, "With such a low temperature, I don't know if there's anything wrong, but magic doesn't work for you......"

"It's a forbidden spell." Catherine interrupted Snape, "Mr. Ollivander said. ”

"Forbidden spells?" Snape was stunned for a moment, then suddenly quickened his pace, "I have to ask Dumbledore about it." ”

Seeing Snape's nervous appearance, Catherine couldn't help but reach out and touch her still hot cheeks, thinking back to what she had seen in the Mirror of Eris, and finally sighed silently, and put her hand down in frustration.

"Dumbledore! Did you know that Catherine had a forbidden spell on her? Straight back from the fireplace to the medical wing, Snape shouted.

"Forbidden spells?" Dumbledore pushed his glasses, "I've had a guess about it, but I can't believe it can be applied to a human body. ”

"If it's really a forbidden spell, then it's miserable!" Madam Pomfrey's voice trembled, "Once the spellcaster refuses to unravel it, the only way to break it is to brute-force. ”

The three adults looked at Catherine as if death was about to take her.

"I think—" said Catherine smiled, "there is no greater urgency to unravel it than to-day's breakfast." ”

The other three were stunned for a moment, and they couldn't help but let go of their nervousness, Madam Pomfrey regained her composure, Dumbledore smiled and called the house-elves to prepare breakfast, but Snape still held Catherine's right hand tightly.

After breakfast, Catherine rushed back to her dormitory to get the box containing the clothes she had worn when she entered the orphanage, and after handing it to Dumbledore, she went to the kitchen to prepare her Christmas presents.

It was the first time she had gotten so many gifts, but with the help of her enthusiastic house-elves, Catherine was able to get them all ready and give them away before the sun went down the next day.

At six o'clock on Christmas morning, Catherine got up as usual to get ready for her morning exercise, but as she passed by the large living room, she was startled by the scene there, and under the Christmas tree by the wall of the large living room, there was a hill almost three feet high made of gifts.

"Is it all mine?" Catherine was very surprised to go over and check, although she knew that this year would not be the same as before, with only a few formal gifts, but she did not expect that there would be so many.

After reading the name, I realized that most of them were sent by Slytherin, and it seems that Snape's partial attitude towards her made many people believe the rumor that she was his illegitimate daughter. The things they gave were basically valuable things, and I didn't know if they were suitable or not, but it opened Catherine's eyes.

The rest were all sent by first-year classmates, and even Ron, who had been fighting her lately, sent a box of milk gummies that were said to be his mother's homemade.

As Catherine examines the gifts, every now and then an owl flies in from the window on the ceiling of the large living room that leads to an unknown place, bringing in gifts in return from those who did not expect Catherine to give them Christmas presents, such as the other three prefects she met on the train, or the professors who had helped her a lot.