Jasmine watched as he suddenly pulled out his parchment and quill and began to write, with trepidation and a little curiosity.

She cautiously approached Norlin, trying to sneak a peek at what he was writing.

"Mr. Principal......"

Jasmine whispered in her mouth, but saw Norlin suddenly raise her head, startling her.

"How old are you?" Norlin asked, staring at her.

"You...... What are you going to do? ”

Jasmine subconsciously thought that he was going to put some kind of curse on himself. My father said that there are some extremely vicious spells that can be cast only by the age and name of the other person.

"Hurry up, I won't lose a few pieces of meat for your age." Norlin said a little impatiently.

"Ten years old."

Jasmine thought about it apprehensively, but said truthfully.

He didn't know what my full name was. Jasmine comforted herself.

When Norlin heard the answer, he continued to write a letter. It didn't take long for Hua Luo to eat the last piece of dried fish, shake his wings, hold the small envelope, and fly out of the window.

"Just wait. I'll talk about it when Warlot returns. ”

Norin glanced at Jasmine and said lightly. Then he threw the pen away, and lay on his back on the bed with his eyes closed, seemingly unconcerned about Jasmine's small movements.

Jasmine's heart was stirring, and the idea of taking the opportunity to kill Nolin inexorably came to her mind. But she immediately remembered the tragic situation of the werewolf in the basement of the bar, and that little thought suddenly disappeared without a trace, and muttered indignantly:

"Bastard, do you think I'm going to be fooled?"

Norlin ignored her, as if asleep, and didn't move his eyelashes.

The room suddenly became quiet. Jasmine stared at the window with trepidation, hoping that the owl that had decided her fate would fly back soon, and that it wouldn't come back so soon.

Not being afraid of death is just a hard mouth, deep down in her heart she still loves the world.

The waiting process was too boring, and after the initial apprehension, Jasmine gradually had a resigned mentality, carefully peeking at the objects in Nolin's room.

The room on the second floor was so neat and tidy that Jasmine was secretly stunned. It's not like she hasn't been to the Leaky Cauldron Bar, she came to the door when she lived with Ryan before, but the dirty mess on the first floor really disgusted her, so she didn't come in. I didn't expect the second floor to be a world of difference.

She tiptoed over to the desk where Norlin was writing the letter and looked in. There was only a strangely shaped book on the table, and a piece of parchment filled with symbols she couldn't read.

After Jasmine stared at those symbols for a while, she felt her little head dizzy for a while, and quickly shifted her gaze to other places.

Jasmine turned her head to look at Norin, his eyes still closed and motionless, his face cold. Jasmine couldn't help but wonder in her heart where he came from.

According to the werewolf, he should still be in school...... It's Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, right? Dad had mentioned the school to her before the accident, saying that it was the best school for magic and magic in the UK, and that it was one of the best in the world.

Jasmine was full of longing for the school at the time, but her father told her that vampires could not enroll in the school of magic, they were dangerous in the eyes of the wizarding world. This made the young Jasmine depressed for a while.

He can defeat so many terrible werewolves while still in school, he must be very good in school, right? Or is everyone in the school so good? I'd love to go to the magic school......

Jasmine sat on the chair, holding her face with her hands and thinking for a long time, when Norlin suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, causing Jasmine to lean back and almost fall off the chair.

Outside the window, an owl flew straight in.

Norlin opened the envelope and smiled. He knew that Dumbledore was a night owl, and he should not have slept at this time. He glanced at the restless Jasmine and set his eyes on the letter.

However, as his gaze flicked over a letter, his expression grew more and more strange.

"I've seen what happened. You're doing a good job of not killing that little vampire. Every life deserves to be honored, as long as she deserves to be saved before she does something unforgivable.

It's just a pity that she's not old enough to enter Hogwarts, and I can't find a place for her to live for a while. I have a suggestion though, you can take her to Durmstrang and maybe they'll be happy to take in a little vampire. I will write to Rector Karkarov to explain.

Albus Dumbledore. ”

Norlin folded the letter with a complicated expression and stood up. Jasmine squeezed her hands nervously as she watched him walk towards her step by step, with a strange expression that seemed to have made some kind of determination.

Are you still going to kill me...... Will you be able to see Ryan and Dad after they die......

Jasmine closed her eyes a little desperately, but heard Norin's somewhat depressed voice sound:

"Are you really only ten years old?"

Norlin reaffirmed really, giving him a headache at the thought of carrying such a burden on the road.

"Or else?"

Jasmine opened her eyes and felt as if she had survived. She glanced at Norin and snorted.

"Well, I don't believe you can't find a place to adopt a little vampire......"

Norin rubbed his head, muttered to himself, and said angrily to Jasmine, "Are you afraid of the cold?" ”

Jasmine looked at him and said strangely, "I'm a vampire." ”

Only then did Norin remember that vampires are cold-blooded creatures, their bodies are cold, and they are afraid of wind and snow.

"Then follow me, and I'll take you somewhere."

Norlin lifted her from the chair and tossed her aside, sat down on his own, looked out the window wistfully, and sighed.

Jasmine was not annoyed when she was rudely brought up, she opened her teeth and claws, and with a hint of curiosity and anticipation on her face, asked:

"Where are you going?"

"Nordic. Let's see if that school can handle you. Norlin said tiredly.

"School?"

Jasmine's eyes lit up very visibly, and then she realized that this was too obvious, and tried her best to calm her pounding heart, and asked casually,

"What school?"

"I'll know when I get there, and I haven't been there either."

Nolin waved his hand in distraught, walked over to the bed, and said, "Hurry up and go to bed, and leave tomorrow." Tonight, you sleep on the ground, don't run around, and don't do anything crooked, or I won't care about you. ”

With that, Norlin collapsed on the bed and wrapped his body in the quilt.

Jasmine didn't say much, she seemed to be used to it. The room in that alley also had no bed boards or quilts, and she snuggled up to Ryan in the corner every day.

She crouched in the familiar corner, clasped her hands around her knees, and murmured a little confused:

"Ryan...... What should I do......"