"Kiwi pudding."

In front of the stone beast at the entrance to the Headmaster's office, Professor McGonagall uttered today's password. The stone beast leaped open, and the stone slab wall behind it split in half, revealing a spiral staircase leading to the headmaster's office.

The stairs spun automatically, sending several people to the entrance to the principal's office.

"Please come in." Dumbledore seemed to know they were coming, and before anyone could knock on the door, his old voice could be heard from inside.

Professor McGonagall pushed the door open, followed by Maca and Snape.

"How's it going?" Dumbledore looked at Maca and smiled, then looked at Professor McGonagall.

"The students have all gone back, and the trolls have been dealt with - by Mr. McLean." Professor McGonagall glanced at Maca, then told Dumbledore the details.

Dumbledore nodded as he listened, waiting for Professor McGonagall to finish before speaking.

"Oh yes, I get it." Dumbledore said, "Minerva, go and keep searching and see if there are any students running outside." ”

"Severus, you go and help Professor Quirrell get rid of the trolls."

"I don't think there's any need for that, Quirrell can do it alone." Snape remained expressionless.

"I think I still want it." Dumbledore looked at Snape and said.

“…… If you insist. Snape stared at Dumbledore for a moment, then turned away sharply.

Maca found that he and Dumbledore were the only two people left here, which made him a little uneasy, but he didn't show it.

"Would you like some kiwi pudding?" Dumbledore asked with a smile.

"Uh, why not?" Maca adjusted her mind, trying not to think about what she had or didn't have.

I have to say that this time the principal's taste is not bad. After a while, a pudding entered Maca's belly, and during this time, Dumbledore just looked at him with a smile and did not say a word.

"Well, it tastes good." After waiting for a while, Maca said a little embarrassed.

"I think so too." Dumbledore finally spoke, "Well, how does it feel to study at Hogwarts?" ”

"It's fun, it's fulfilling, and I've made a lot of friends." Maca tried to pick some optimistic answers and fill them in, although she didn't know if it would work.

"Truth be told, you're one of the smartest kids I've ever met." Dumbledore shook his head, seemingly unconcerned about Maca's answer, "No one has ever learned so much at the age of eleven, and during my time as a teacher, there was none. And in the history of teaching at Hogwarts, it has not been heard of either. ”

"Uh, thank you for the compliment, but...... Isn't that an exaggeration? For example, my Transfiguration technique is very average. Maca struggled to remember her situation.

"I don't think so," Dumbledore said, "I started paying attention to you when you caused your first spell outburst, and I think we can communicate with you as a relatively equal adult about your behavior and experiences. ”

This time, Maca was really a little nervous, and he said in surprise: "Magic rage? Actually, I've been wanting to ask this ever since I received my admission letter, how come I don't remember when I had a magic rampage? ”

"Oh yes, because your magic rampage happened at a bad time." Dumbledore sighed, "Although I don't know whether to say it or not—"

Maka was stunned when she heard this, and then stood up suddenly: "It's my mother...... At that time? ”

"Yes, in the event of a car accident, you protected yourself by a sudden outburst of magic." Dumbledore looked at Maca kindly, with a hint of pity in his eyes.

"That is, even if she hadn't pounced......" Maca muttered to herself in a trembling voice, falling back into her chair as if she had lost all her strength.

Dumbledore looked at Maca in silence, as if he was sorry for it, and as if he was watching his reaction.

Suddenly, Maca came to her senses and sighed heavily.

"The deceased is gone...... That's why I'm even more eager to gain the power to protect others. Maca suddenly raised her head, looked directly at Dumbledore for the first time, and said firmly.

"It's your heart, I can feel it." Dumbledore nodded in satisfaction, and smiled gently and wisely again, "Death is usually the end of life, but it can always be the beginning of others. Remember, death isn't really scary. ”

Maca knew that Dumbledore had seen the figure of the former Voldemort in himself, but fortunately he did not have any evil thoughts and passed this test.

Dumbledore and Snape are actually the same kind of people, they are never lacking in strength and ambition, but they will give up everything, including their own lives, for "love". The difference between the two is that Dumbledore's love is fraternity, while Snape's love is only open to Lily alone.

And Maca doesn't know, what will happen to herself?

That night, Maca lay in bed with a lot of thoughts. He had encountered a lot of things today, and learned an amazing fact from Dumbledore, which made him think about it until late at night, and finally fell asleep.

……

As we enter November, the weather becomes very cold. The mountains surrounding the school were gray and covered with snow and ice, and the lake was as cold and hard as hardened steel. Every morning, there is frost on the ground, and the students have to keep an eye on their feet to avoid planting a big heel if they are not careful.

Maca sat at the table, eating today's breakfast, while he was surrounded by people.

I don't know who said it - it was Ron, but almost half of the students had already heard of Maka's glorious deeds, and he single-handedly killed a twelve-foot troll! It's incredible!

Now Maca has become a celebrity, many students have come up to talk to him, and even a few first-grade girls have come to ask him for autographs!

Maca felt like she was enjoying being surrounded by people, not just because of her vanity, but because she felt really warm!

It's not an excuse, trust me! What I'm saying is true! I don't believe you'll find a bunch of people to fence you up.

Recently, Hagrid was wrapped in a long moleskin coat, wearing rabbit fur gloves and huge beaver fur boots, defrosting a broomstick on the Quidditch pitch.

This clearly expresses one thing - Quidditch season has begun!

Truth be told, Maca would have loved to play on the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, but alas, he's been too busy. Also, Quidditch teams don't usually have a single first-year student in the team.

"I believe Harry's kind is a special case." Maca looked over the Gryffindor table, where Harry and Ron were whispering, and Maca guessed they were talking about it.

However, Maca was more concerned that he hadn't heard of Harry joining Team Gryffindor as a Seeker. Could it be that Wood, the captain of the Gryffindor team, is planning to use Harry as a secret weapon or something?

"Secrecy measures are well done." Maca muttered in a muffled voice as she chewed and swallowed the food in her mouth.

However, when matchday came, Maca was a little dumbfounded when he saw Harry walking towards the spectator seats like him.

"What's going on?" Maca watched in amazement as Harry disappeared down the stairs leading to the Gryffindor viewing seats, a look of undisguised surprise on his face.

"What's wrong? What are you looking at, Mr. Knight? Charlotte put her arm around Maca's shoulder and grinned, "Are you looking at your Princess Granger?" ”

"Uh, ahhh Maca shook her head, glanced at Gryffindor's viewing seat again, and then turned back and climbed the stairs with Charlotte to her side.

Quidditch matches were exciting, but Maca didn't have much of the heart to watch.

From time to time, he glanced over the teacher's watch table - without Harry's Quidditch matches, he wondered how Quirrell's actions would change.

Until the winner was decided, there were no surprises in this event. Without Harry, it seemed that Quirrell's possibility of making a move was cut off at the root, but Maca couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't look for another opportunity to target Harry.

"At the very least, it's a good thing that an inevitable crisis has been avoided, right?" Maca wasn't sure if that was the case, but he didn't have a clue about it for the time being.

The Gryffindor vs. Slytherin match was over, and Maca glanced at the scoreboard as she left, sixty-two hundred and ten. When the score was tied, Slytherin's Seeker caught the Golden Snitch and ended the close.

Maca didn't bother with that, but after a glance, he walked towards the Gryffindor crowd.

"Hey, Harry!" Maca tried to look normal as much as she could, "Don't worry, it's not over yet, it's just begun." ”

"Oh yes. However, the loss to Slytherin was not very happy. Harry sighed.

It seems that even if he didn't play the Quidditch team, he still enjoyed the sport.

"Well," Maka asked, after sorting out the guesses she had just thought about during the race, "I've heard that Neville almost fell off during your first flight lesson, is that true?" ”

Harry nodded, "yes! If it weren't for Mrs. Hooch's quick response, Neville would have been in the school hospital, I'm sure. ”

"Yes! He jumped so high! Ron smiled and gestured beside him.

"And what about later? Malfoy didn't embarrass him, did he? ”

"Oh yes, that's right, that bastard always laughs at people, and I can't wait to give him a monster curse!"

"The thing about the duel that night was because we had a fight in class." Harry followed suit angrily.

"Well, that guy really isn't a good thing."

Maca casually agreed, and gradually straightened out the cause and effect of this - so it was!