[Comprehensive] I'm so bewitching

Chapter 187

Dad also knew the news that I ran away from home, so he hurriedly asked for leave and came back.

As soon as I walked in, he hugged me.

"Daddy's little angel, why are you unhappy today?" Dad kissed my cheek again and again.

I have been washed by my mother and put on a clean dress.She nestled in her father's arms with peace of mind, hugged her father's neck and said, "Neither my father nor my sister kissed me today."

Dad immediately looked annoyed: "Oh, it's all because Dad is too careless." In order to express his apology, he moved closer to my face and kissed me several times in a row.Then I came to the sofa, picked up the phone, and was about to dial out.

Mom held him down: "Don't disturb Petunia's class. How about it, let's pick up Petunia from school together today."

"Good idea," Dad said.

Then my father drove the car and took my mother and I to a brightly decorated dim sum shop and had a dim sum.I packed another copy and took it to the car, drove to the gate of Penny's school, and waited for Penny to leave school.

"Lily ran away from home today?" After school, Petunia got into the car and was shocked when she heard what her mother said.

Mom nodded: "Petunia, please give your sister a kiss."

Petunia didn't kiss me, but raised her brows, looked at me sternly and said, "Lily, you are too ignorant! You can say you are not happy! Why did you run away from home? Do you know there are many bad people outside! Hug you What should I do if I leave?"

I already knew it was wrong.

A pretty little girl like me is easily picked up by bad guys.

People will be treated like this, and then like that.

"I won't do it anymore." I whispered, and handed the packaged snacks to Petunia, "I promised my mother."

Petunia pursed her lips, took the snack, and then hugged me, and kissed each of my cheeks: "Okay, I'll forgive you this time."

Since then, I've grown to seven good morning kisses and good night kisses a day.

Dad called me a little angel, and then "Jiu Jiu Jiu", kissed me three times.

My mother called me a baby, and then "tweeted", kissed me three times.

Petunia was the same as before, she only gave me a "chirp" kiss.

Seven kisses in total.

I asked Penny, "Why did you only give me one kiss?"

Petunia said: "I can't reward you for doing something wrong. I will reward you for doing something right in the future."

She's a little harsh.

This is what Dad said: "Oh, dear Petunia, you are so strict, your sister's eyes are full of grievances."

"Dad, you read it wrong." Petunia said, "She is not wronged, her eyes are naturally watery, don't be fooled by her."

Pa held his forehead and said, "Oh, my Petunia has eyes that see the truth."

But anyway, they love me more.

Before going to work every day, my father would pick me up and give me a whole set of hugs and hugs.

I never ran away from home again.

"Mom, I'm going out to play." One Saturday morning, I was wearing a pink princess dress and asked my mother for instructions.

Mom was baking a cake. She took off her gloves, bent over and hugged me, kissed me on the cheek, and asked me, "Where are you going, baby?"

"Go find Snape, he can play things that others can't," I said.

Mom smiled and said, "Oh? What can he play?"

"He can make stones dance," I replied.

My mother laughed, kissed my forehead again, and said: "Okay baby, remember to come back early."

"Hmm." I nodded.

Mom let go of me, put the gloves back on, and bent over to look at the oven.

I looked at her plump waist, and there was something warm in my heart, which gradually diffused out and flowed in my blood vessels.

"Mom," I called.

Mom turned to look at me: "Baby, why haven't you left yet? Did you forget something-oh, my God!"

"Mom, this flower is for you to wear." I held up the white flower that grew out of my heart and gave it to my mother.

Mom opened her eyes wide, and she covered her mouth: "Lily!"

"Mom, I'll wear it for you." I raised my hand high and happily gave her the lily.

I remember the little flower I conjured up last time was black.I don't know what happened this time, but it was white.

Also, it has a fresh fragrance.

This is awesome, mother should wear such beautiful and fragrant flowers.

"Lily, you, don't move!" A look of panic flashed across the mother's face. She quickly took off her gloves, ran to the sofa and sat down, picked up the phone and dialed.

"Hey, honey, it's me. Well, something's wrong. It's not me, it's Lily. Oh, she's fine, but she...she's not normal. You come back."

Mom sat on the sofa for a while before she came over and hugged me.

She hugged me and sat down in front of the sofa, put me on her lap, held my palm, and asked me: "Lily, can you transform again?"

"Hmm." I nodded.

Put the white flower in my mother's hair, then close my palms and spread them out again.

A small white flower grew out of thin air, swaying and blooming in my palm, exuding a faint fragrance.

"Oh!" Mom said in surprise.

She stretched out her hand and touched Xiao Hua lightly: "Lily, does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." I also inserted this flower in her hair, and then admired: "Mom, you are so beautiful."

Mom froze for a moment, then laughed: "Lily is more beautiful."

She kissed me on the forehead.

"Mom, I'm going out to play." I said.

I've started school and can't play every day.Only on Saturday and Sunday, I have time to go out and play.

"Baby, your father is coming back soon, shall we wait for him?" Mom asked for my opinion.

I agreed to her request: "Yes, Mom."

Dad will be back soon.

"Honey, what happened to Lily?" Dad hurried in.

My mother stood up holding me, looked down at me, and said with a smile: "Lily, let Dad see what you are capable of."

I spread my palms to my father.

A white lily slowly grew out of my palm and bloomed slowly.

"God!" Dad opened his eyes wide, "Did I read it wrong?"

Mom shook her head: "Honey, you read that right, our Lily is a little witch."

"This is really a wonderful thing!" Dad took me over, held me in his arms, and looked me up and down, "Lily, little witch, what else can you conjure besides flowers?"

I shook my head. "No. But Snape can make pebbles dance."

"Snape?" Dad looked at me puzzled.

I told my father about the day I met Snape by the river.

"Dad, I went to play with him." I said.

"Okay, go baby." Dad put me down.

But my mother stopped me, put the baked cake in a small basket, handed it to me and said: "Please have some snacks for your children, I wish you a happy time."

"Thank you mom." I took the basket and left happily.

By the small river, Snape sat on the lawn, bowed his head and grabbed the grass leaves.

His back is thinner than before, and his clothes are dirty and his hair is greasy.

"Hey, Snape!" I yelled, running over.

He turned around and frowned: "It's you."

I sat down next to him: "You are really here, I was still thinking about luck, it seems that I am lucky."

He glanced at me and raised the corners of his lips sarcastically: "Yeah, you're lucky. Unlike me, you're an out-and-out bedbug."

"But last time you said you were not a bedbug?" I asked in surprise.

His eyes were slightly red, and he said mockingly: "If I'm not a bedbug, why does my father beat me every day? My mother can do something, but she can only cry."

This question is a bit difficult.

I have never been beaten, my parents love me like a treasure, I can't imagine why his parents would do this to him.

Maybe it's because he's not good-looking.

I took a piece of cake from the basket and bit into my mouth.Sweet and crispy, delicious.

"Eat a piece too." I took one and handed it to him.

He looked down and turned his head away: "What are you looking for me for?"

"I want to ask you about magic." Seeing that he didn't eat it, I put the cake back into the basket. "I can only conjure flowers. How do you make pebbles dance? Can you teach me?"

He pursed his lips and said, "Why should I teach you?"

"May I treat you to a cake?" I took out the cake again and handed it in his direction.

Snape couldn't take his eyes off the cake, staring at it.His mouth curled up, and he said in disgust, "Okay."

He took the cake, held it in his hand, hesitated, and said, "Can you feel the flow of magic power? The little wizard doesn't have a magic wand, so he can't guide magic power well..."

"My mother has a wand, I can use it, but you can't, because the wand chooses who uses it..."

"You can have your own wand when you're 11."

"Using magic requires casting the right spell, which we'll learn when we go to school."

He said a lot to me.

very many.

"Aren't you going to eat it?" I pointed at the cake he had been holding in his hand, "If you don't like it, can you return it to me?"

He froze for a moment, his face slowly turned red: "You have eaten so much, why do you still eat?"

"But you don't like it," I said.

He immediately said: "Who said I don't like it?" He lowered his head and ate the cake in two bites.

"So you like it." I rubbed my stomach, "I knew I would have left you two yuan, I'm almost dying of hunger."

His face was slightly red, and his dark eyes stared at me.

"Snape, you know a lot." I rested my chin and looked at him and said, "I don't know anything."

He raised his chin and proudly said: "Because my mother is a wizard! She taught me this!"

I looked at him suspiciously: "So your mother treated you like this because she is a wizard?"

I've never seen anyone else treat a child like this.

I'm starting to have a bad impression of wizards.

The pride on Snape's face froze.

He looked disgusted and disgusted as if he had eaten a fly.His shriveled lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, and finally closed his mouth tightly.

"We will receive a notice from Hogwarts when we are 11 years old." He turned his face away, grabbed a small stone and threw it into the river, and said, "We will go to school there and stay for seven years."

When he talked about Hogwarts, his face lit up, full of longing.

Every now and then, I would come to play by the river, and three or four out of ten times I would run into Snape.

He would tell me about the wizarding world and teach me a lot of interesting things.

Later, I probably asked too many questions, so he was a little impatient, so he said: "When you go to Hogwarts, you will know everything!"

I can only figure it out for myself.

After all, it's still fun to have a thing that flows freely in your body and listens to me.

I learned to control the magic in my body and use it to do all kinds of things.

For example, change into a flower and wear it for mother.

For example, directing the dishes and chopsticks, jumping into the sink to wash them clean.

For example, let yourself float when it rains, and keep your shoes from getting muddy.

For example, when Penny fails to do handwork, restore her materials to their original integrity.

"Lily is like a little angel!" Whenever this happened, Penny would hug me and scream, kissing me like crazy.

But it doesn't work well every time.

I once conjured up a fire to light Dad's cigarette and nearly burned his hair.

Another time, she accidentally made Penny's hair longer. Although she was very happy, she still had to cut it off because her classmates would be curious.

"Penny, why can't others know about my magic?" I asked Petunia.

Penny said: "Because not everyone knows it! Some people are afraid, you understand?"

"Oh." I nodded and asked her again, "Petunia, are you afraid?"

Penny looked at me with complicated eyes: "I'm not afraid!"

Then she ran to her mother's bedroom and asked her mother, "Why don't I have magic? Mom, we are all yours, aren't we?"

"Oh, Petunia, this is a gift from God, and it's not something Mom can control." Mom answered her.

Snape said magic was a gift from Merlin.

Wizards believe in Merlin, not God.

But I don't believe in anyone.I only believe in my parents and my sister, they bring me warmth and happiness.

Year after year passed.

I am 11 years old.

I received what Snape said was the admission letter that every little wizard should receive.

It was a letter written on fine parchment, delivered by an owl.

A beautiful and dignified instructor came to my house. She said she was the professor of transfiguration at Hogwarts. Let's call her McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall said: "Hogwarts is a boarding system, and you can go home to visit relatives on holidays—"

"Oh, no!" She didn't finish her sentence, but was interrupted by her father's exclamation, "Our little angel Lily can't board!"

Mom nodded: "Lily can't leave us. Her father will give her a set of hugs and hugs every day, otherwise she will be in a bad mood. When Lily is in a bad mood, it's not so good."

Petunia also said with a complicated face: "Yes, Lily can't leave the house."

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