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Putting down the milk tea cup calmly, Kate frowned and touched her chin: "I don't know many people outside the school, only the housekeeper grandpa and Mr. Newt, but none of their physical strength can fight the troll."

"As for the school, the only ones who can fight trolls are adult teachers, right? For male teachers... probably only Dean Snape or Professor Quirrell?"

It would be really embarrassing for a little guy like Professor Flitwick to go head-to-head with a troll.

She blinked her eyes, "Or, do you think female teachers like Professor McGonagall can also fight trolls?"

Well done, narrowing it down to the two best suspects in one fell swoop.

Looking at him expectantly, Kate sat on the chair obediently: "Professor, what do you think?"

Dumbledore pushed his glasses and replied solemnly: "Miss Safik, I never said that the outsider is a teacher in our school."

"That's it, that's great!" Kate breathed a sigh of relief, and patted her chest lightly, "I knew the dean wouldn't be that kind of person!"

She only mentioned Snape, not Quirrell at all.

"Oh? So, you trust him?" Dumbledore asked again.

Kate waved her arms exaggeratedly: "Yes, although he will drink a particularly bitter potion for me, I believe that he will definitely not shoot at Harry!"

The implication is that she does not believe that Quirrell will not do anything to Harry.

As for the fight with the troll, it didn't mention it at all.

No matter how shameless she was, she couldn't think that a small wizard like Quirrell could fight a troll.

The smile on Dumbledore's face widened a bit, and a strange light flickered in his eyes: "So, the potion that Severus made you drink during the confinement period was very bitter?"

"Hmm!" Kate noticed that he had changed the subject, wrinkled her face, and nodded hurriedly, "That's probably the most bitter thing in the world!"

He said so in his mouth, but he had already slandered Dumbledore in his heart.

Knowing so well about her confinement and drug use, he must have asked Snape a lot about her condition.

Fortunately, she really thought that he would not pay attention to her before.

Oh, from top to bottom are all actors!

"Then I'll ask him to put more licorice in the medicine next time." Dumbledore said happily.

Kate's face twitched slightly, and she nodded with a wry smile.

Before she left the office, Dumbledore stopped her again and said something thought-provoking.

"By the way, Harry won Quidditch, and his father's trophy is also in the trophy room. If you have time, you can take him there to have a look."

Kate nodded slightly: "I see, Professor."

She looked up at Dumbledore and left the office quickly.

After going through the revolving door and looking back at the gargoyle behind her eyes, Kate realized belatedly that her back was completely wet with sweat.

As expected of the White Demon King, every word he said was like a palace fight, and almost every word had a different kind of deep meaning.

Whether it was asking her if she was afraid of him at the beginning, or guessing her identity as an outsider later, and even the bitter potion that seemed to be chatting afterwards, he was leading the process of the entire conversation.

As for her, she could only be led by the nose and barely cope.

He was reminding her that he knew almost everything about her actions these days.

Even Kate knew about the fact that Kate was so bitter from the potion that she could only eat the licorice wand.

And... the last sentence about the prize showroom is also an excuse for her to go there to recover the light and shadow clone.

Boil!

Even though she knew that she and Dumbledore were in the same camp, it still made people uncomfortable that all the little tricks were seen through.

Looking at the situation in the world, Xiao Ke even knows what kind of candy she eats.

Now she finally understood why Voldemort was so afraid of Dumbledore. With such a statue of the White Demon King standing here, which dark wizard wouldn't feel flustered?

Probably only someone like Harry who can completely trust Dumbledore can not feel guilty, right?

Kate patted her chest with lingering fear, wiped the cold sweat from her brow, and hurried downstairs.

She knew very well that compared to the gentle conversation last time, this conversation was already a blatant temptation.

But although the conversation had made her sweat, Kate could sense that Dumbledore meant no ill will to her.

Those so-called temptations are more like a test for the younger generation.

No matter what, she needs to take some sedatives tonight to let herself sleep well, otherwise she will definitely have nightmares!

She didn't want to dream of fighting with the White Demon King in the middle of the night!

At this moment, Dumbledore stood in front of the office window, contentedly drinking the black tea mixed with a lot of milk and sugar.

When he felt the sweet taste spreading in his mouth, a puzzled voice came from behind him:

"I really don't understand, Albus, why are you being so aggressive with a little witch?"

It was a portrait of a female headmistress, Dai Lisi Devant, who spoke.

Dumbledore turned his head: "You also think I treated her badly?"

"Hmph! She's just a smart student, just like her elders." Another headmaster, Phineas Nigels Black, said coldly.

As the most unpopular headmaster in the history of Hogwarts, he never liked students.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the portraits around him also started clamoring.

Already used to their quarrels, Dumbledore smiled lightly and waved his wand to empty the teacup and put it back in its place.

When they were almost quarreling, he waved his wand to shut everyone up.

"Kate is a very different kid, as I thought," he said softly.

From the first time he saw the child, he had a wonderful feeling.

This kind of feeling was only felt when meeting that person for the first time, and even the former Tom had never given him such a feeling.

Cultivating Harry was a decision he had made when Tom disappeared, and he had been preparing for this plan all these years.

But when he saw Kate, he suddenly had a wonderful idea.

When Dumbledore in the magic world dies, can the savior he cultivated continue to protect the world?

Perhaps, he should prepare an alternative?

No, it can't be said to be an alternative, but a...successor with a completely different concept from Harry's.

Of course, these are just wishful thinking, and he needs to seek the opinions of the parties involved.

If Kate doesn't want to, he won't force it.

Chapter 64 Petty Kate

Kate, who came out of the principal's office, caught a cold as expected.

"I don't understand," Hermione was still rambling as she was being taken to the school hospital, "how can you go out in just two coats in such cold weather?"

Kate rubbed her red nose, suppressed the urge to sneeze, and argued in a low voice: "I didn't expect that the principal's office doesn't even have heating..."

Hermione's voice froze, and now she seemed unable to go to Dumbledore and ask him to warm up the temperature of the room for a student's cold.

Well, let's wait for a chance to mention it later.

She glanced at Kate who was still about to speak, and sent her to the school hospital, "Madame Pomfrey, please prescribe some cold medicine for her."

"Then we have to check her body first." Madam Pomfrey put her hands on her hips unceremoniously, "Please go out and wait first, okay?"

So, Kate watched the lion cub baring its teeth and paws in front of her turn into a kitten, and walked out obediently with her head down.

Before she could laugh, she saw Madam Pomfrey standing in front of her with her hips akimbo: "Let me see, the little guy who was just discharged from the hospital yesterday, why is he here again today!"

Kate was taken aback for a moment, and she stood up and checked her body up and down with her wand.

In view of her special body, a not so serious cold was checked for half an hour.

When Hermione almost froze waiting in the corridor, she saw Kate open the door and come out with a hopeless expression on her face.

"How is it?" She immediately leaned over and asked.

Kate smiled wryly: "I've already drank the cold medicine, just go back and sleep."

But because of the previous incident, her monthly check-up turned into a weekly task.

"Now you know it's time to keep warm." Hermione stuffed her with a thermal jar and a stack of parchment paper. "You haven't come to class for the past two days. Here are the backup class notes I compiled."

Kate blinked blankly, "This..."

"Although you have already learned all the content of the first grade, you can learn the new by reviewing the past, this is what you told me before!"

Hermione pushed the parchment into her arms without any explanation, and was afraid that she would refuse, so she dragged her downstairs after speaking.

After sending her all the way to the door of the Slytherin lounge, Hermione stopped panting slightly, and turned around to see this man still staring at her in a daze.

Somehow she remembered something, her little face flushed slightly, and she turned her head awkwardly: "What are you still doing in a daze? Go back and rest!"

"...Oh." Probably the cold affected her thinking, and now Kate felt a little dizzy in her head.

After reading the password to the stone wall in front of her, she turned her head and said: "Then I will go in first, and you should go back earlier."

Hermione smiled angrily: "Understood, go in and rest!" As she spoke, she gently pushed the person into the lounge.

This little guy, it's rare to see her so straightforward.

Kate, who was pushed in, looked back in confusion. The effect of the cold medicine surged, making her even more sleepy.

She couldn't think too much, so she went straight back to the dormitory, and fell into a deep sleep with the warming jar Hermione gave her.

……

With Dumbledore's endorsement, the parents did not send letters one after another.

Besides teaching, the teachers also began to search for the so-called "outsiders" every day.

As for the little wizards, some are also particularly interested in the guy who fought the troll and destroyed Harry's broom—of course, such students basically only exist in Gryffindor.

As a result, Filch's workload increased every night.

Knowing the inside story, Dumbledore only asked the teachers to strengthen patrols, and did not take other protection.

Overall, the atmosphere of the school is still harmonious.

Kate returned to class after recovering from a cold, and the class notes Hermione gave her were well kept in the desk drawer of the dormitory.

Time passed in the peaceful classroom life like this, and soon, Christmas is coming.

Traditionally, the school will have a few days off, and students can choose to go home or stay in school.

Harry Ron chose to stay in school, while Kate and Hermione went home for the holidays.

The day before they went home, Kate agreed to help Hagrid carry the Christmas decorations into the church.

"It's really a huge fir tree." Kate couldn't help but sigh when she saw the giant tree that Hagrid was going to carry in the hunting ground.

Harry excitedly jumped in front of Hagrid: "This is Kate, her levitation spell is very powerful, I think she can help you move trees!"

"But Kate's health is not very good, isn't this kind of tree a bit too forced?" Hermione asked with some concern.

It doesn't matter to Kate, she can even lift up the house now, so such a Christmas tree is naturally not a problem.

After the floating spell was uttered, the fir tree slowly left the ground. Under the amazed eyes of several people, the direction of the auditorium moved over.

"This is too exaggerated..." Ron looked exaggeratedly at the tree, which was thicker than him, and then at the calm Kate, swallowing.

How on earth did he escape unscathed after offending such a terrifying guy?

Hagrid also nodded in surprise: "In this way, the speed of decorating the auditorium will be much faster-then, where are you going to go next?"

"The library." Kate replied casually.

Of course she only wanted to read books, but the other cubs didn't think so.

"Kate is here to watch senior classes, we're different," said Harry cheerfully, "we've been trying to find out who Nico Flamel is!"

Nicole Flamel?

Kate, who was still concentrating on moving the tree, turned her head and watched the few of them chatting with each other behind the scenes.

Has the original plot progress reached here?