After stabbing my ex-boyfriend, I went traveling

After class, Yang Mei and Draco were kept by Snape.

"Dumbledore wants to see you, follow me." Snape said with a stiff face, and then led them out.

The headmaster's office is located in a separate small tower. Like the common rooms of the four major colleges at Hogwarts, it requires the correct password to enter.

There is a huge stone beast guarding the principal's office. If the correct command is given, the stone beast blocking the road will move away.

"Toad mints," Snape deadpanned.

The stone beast moved away, revealing an automatic spiral staircase behind it. At the top of the staircase was the office door.

It was a shining oak door with a brass knocker in the shape of a griffin.

Perhaps because he knew they were coming, the office door was open.

Yang Mei followed Snape into the principal's office.

The principal's office was a spacious, beautiful circular room. The walls were covered with portraits of past principals, who were now dozing in their respective frames.

Yang Mei and Draco also saw the Sorting Hat on the shelf next to it.

In addition, the room is filled with a lot of silver from Dumbledore's personal collection.

It is worth noting that near the window, there is a small red bird perched on a wooden shelf.

"That's Fawkes, a phoenix," Dumbledore said lovingly.

Yang Mei: “…” Sorry, he really couldn’t tell that it was a phoenix. It looked like a red free-range chicken.

"The headmaster asked Professor Snape to bring Draco and me here. Is there something you want to say?" Yang Mei asked.

Dumbledore pushed up his glasses and said, "Don't be nervous. It's nothing serious. I'm just old now and I like to spend more time with children."

Neither Yang Mei nor Draco wanted to listen to his nonsense, so they each found a place to sit down.

Dumbledore waved his wand, and two plates of pink snacks appeared on the small table next to Yang Mei and Draco.

"This is Honeydukes' new pink coconut ice cream. If you had come a little later, the password at the door of my office would have been changed to this." Dumbledore said with a smile.

It's better not to eat this thing. Children aged two or three know that they can't eat anything given by strangers.

Dumbledore was not a stranger, but they were not very familiar with him either.

Draco didn't even look at the ice cream, but Yang Mei brought the plate to her with interest, scooped a piece with a spoon and put it in her mouth.

Dumbledore was a little surprised. After all, his Amway products couldn't be sold in most cases.

After taking a bite, Yang Mei silently put the plate down.

That's it?

It's like the candy seller was beaten to death!

Dumbledore asked him expectantly, "How is it? Is it delicious?"

Yang Mei pulled the corner of her mouth: "I can only say, Mr. Principal, you are really hungry."

Draco burst out laughing: "Is it really that bad? You've made me interested." As he said that, he also scooped a bite and put it in his mouth.

His good manners prevented him from spitting out the food in his mouth, but instead he swallowed it without thinking.

"Well, Mr. Principal, you shouldn't be short of money, right? Why don't you have something nice to eat?"

Snape sat aside and said nothing, but his mocking eyes showed that he was watching Dumbledore's fun, and was enjoying it.

Dumbledore was rarely speechless. Even though Snape had mocked him countless times as an old bee, saying that his head was filled with sweet honey, and threatened him not to brew tooth-healthy potions for him anymore, he could always change the subject with a smile.

To prove how delicious the pink coconut sorbet was, Dumbledore stuffed a big bite into his mouth.

But he didn't know if it was due to psychological reasons, but after hearing Yang Mei and Draco's "slander" of the ice cream, he himself felt that it was not so delicious.

Dumbledore: “…” It would be better if this wave of Amway products were not sold today!

"Well, I wonder what the two young gentlemen think of Harry?" Dumbledore began to get to the point.

Yang Mei and Draco looked at each other: "No opinion."

"Oh, gentlemen, please don't worry. There won't be any small conflicts between colleges here. You can speak freely." Dumbledore stroked his beard and laughed.

Yang Mei leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs. "What does the principal want to hear from us? We just met Mr. Potter, and we are not in the same college. What can we think of him?"

Dumbledore looked at Yang Mei silently for a while. As a boy of the same eleven years old, Harry Potter almost wrote everything he was thinking on his face, and he said whatever was asked, like a big colander.

But this young Mr. Selwyn was too smooth to be a child, and he couldn't see through him at all.

And there was little Malfoy, who was obviously on the same side as the little Sers.

"Harry mentioned to me that he had seen you before in Diagon Alley. He thought he was already friends with you. But he didn't expect that before the Sorting Ceremony, you had a fierce quarrel with his new friend Ron, which made him very sad."

Yang Mei saw a hint of disgusting tolerance in Dumbledore's blue eyes.

It's the kind of look that says, "Oh, my dear children, although I know it's your fault, I choose to forgive you."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, how about you call Harry Potter over and we kneel down in front of him?" Yang Mei said with a forced smile.

"Well... that's not necessary. What I mean is that it would be great if we could continue to be good friends." Dumbledore's forehead was sweating. Why did this kid speak so harshly? !

Yang Mei covered her mouth in surprise: "Did I hear correctly? Mr. Principal, are you going to interfere with the friendship between young wizards?"

"No, no, no, of course I don't mean that." Dumbledore quickly denied, "It's just that Harry lost his parents when he was young, and he was not happy living in his aunt's house for the past eleven years. Now that he has finally returned to the wizarding world, I hope he can make many true friends and gain real happiness."

"But wasn't it you who sent Harry Potter to live with his aunt? And when the Daily Prophet interviewed you, you said that you had arranged everything for little Potter, and that he was living the life of a little prince~" Draco said in a somewhat affected manner, "Obviously the little prince in the headmaster's perception is different from our perception. It's not popular for little princes to be abused here."

Here he comes, Dumbledore comes again with his disgusting tolerant look of "You don't understand my difficulties, I don't blame you"!

"I'm sorry about this, but Harry really has a necessary reason to stay at his aunt's house." Dumbledore said calmly.