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Hermione glanced hesitantly at Catherine who was smiling kindly on the podium, nodded slightly, then turned and left.

After everyone else had left, Kate strolled over, raised her head, and looked like a good girl: "Professor, what can I do?"

"It's the headmaster who wants to find you." When facing her alone, Catherine's expression softened a lot. "I guess they want to ask you about the fire in the Forbidden Forest yesterday."

Kate's heart tightened, but her face remained calm: "Fire? Is there a fire in the Forbidden Forest? Why did the principal ask me about the fire in the Forbidden Forest?"

"Yeah, I think so too." Catherine raised her eyebrows, raised her hand and curled Kate's hair with her fingers in an intimate manner.

She smiled softly, "If you don't want to go, I can help you reject the principal."

Kate took a half step back a little uncomfortable, avoiding her hand: "Professor, I will go and explain it to the principal, so I don't need to worry about it."

She had a lot to ask Catherine.

For example, why she was appointed to be a teacher for these two months when she was in danger, and why did she know what she said and did in the Forbidden Forest, and...

Why do I always have an inexplicable sense of familiarity when I see her.

But it is too early to ask these questions now, she is not familiar with Catherine at all, and the other party has no obligation to answer her own questions.

"If there's nothing else, I'll go first."

She nodded politely, and wanted to leave here quickly.

Just two steps away, I heard Catherine call her name: "Kate, if you have any troubles, come to my office and find me."

Looking back at the woman in surprise, Kate forced a smile and left the classroom quickly.

After finally walking to the corridor a little far from the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Kate stopped, looked back, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Now she doesn't have the time to think about this Catherine Wynyard. As early as last night when she set fire to the forest, she already knew that such a big movement would be known by the principal sooner or later.

In this way, Dumbledore will not only know that she secretly accompanied them to the Forbidden Forest, but also know that Voldemort sucked unicorn blood, but was burned by himself.

Although the latter is a good thing, the former cannot be undone, and it is estimated that she will be punished again.

Fortunately, even if he drank the potion, Quirrell had been lying in bed every day for the past two months, and even if he wanted to make trouble, he had no energy, so it was not a threat for the time being.

After sorting out her thoughts, she went straight to the principal's office, arrived at the door of the office unimpeded, and knocked on the door.

"Come in." Dumbledore's voice came from inside.

Kate took a deep breath. She was probably the only student who went in and out of the principal's office so frequently.

Pushing the door open, she saw Dumbledore feeding Fawkes with his back turned to her.

"Professor," she called softly, "Professor Wynyard said, let me come to you."

"Oh yes, you've met Catherine, what do you think of her?" Dumbledore didn't turn around.

Kate was taken aback, didn't she come to ask her what happened in the Forbidden Forest?

"Professor Wynyard... gave a good lecture." Except for Malfoy, she did speak better than Quirrell.

At least he didn't stumble as much as Quirrell.

Chapter 87 Catherine Wynyard

Dumbledore chuckled, turned around, and handed her a young bamboo shoot: "Come and feed Fox."

"Yes." Kate took the bamboo shoot with one hand and raised it with the other so that Fox could rest on it with peace of mind.

While feeding her, she heard Dumbledore ask, "Catherine should have told you why I came to you today, right?"

"Professor said, you want to ask me about the fire accident in the Forbidden Forest." Kate sweated a little on her forehead, and the hand that fed Fox trembled.

Dumbledore saw her reaction in his eyes, smiled lowly, and patted her on the shoulder lightly: "Don't be nervous, I'm not here today to ask questions."

The implication is that she already knew about her going to the Forbidden Forest, but whether she will be punished depends on her performance.

After finally feeding a whole bamboo shoot, Fox groaned and flew back to the perch.

"The forest was set on fire to save the injured unicorn," Dumbledore said to himself, "thanks to you, it was able to give birth to a child when it was dying."

Kate pursed her lips guiltyly, turned around and lowered her head: "I'm sorry, I was the one who secretly accompanied them to the Forbidden Forest, and I accidentally met..."

She paused, not knowing how to describe Voldemort's appearance at that time.

"Actually, according to your intelligence, you should have already guessed who the other party is." Dumbledore smiled slightly. "It should be said that you should have noticed it since the day of the Quidditch match."

To be able to compete with her in pure magic power, among the teachers and students in the school, except for Dumbledore who can stabilize her, no one else can.

It was hard not to doubt who was fighting her magic power, plus everything I saw in the Forbidden Forest last night, and the prophecy of the centaur Firenze.

He believed that the group of children already knew who the other party was.

Kate gritted her teeth, and could only half-truth admit: "I didn't know about it when I set fire to the forest. It was only after I heard Harry talk about the prophecy of the centaur that I sorted it out."

She took a deep breath, raised her head and looked into those blue eyes: "Professor, may I ask Professor Quirrell's sudden illness and bedridden, is it related to what happened last night?"

"Oh, do you still want to see him?" Dumbledore didn't answer her directly.

"That person was burned by my flames. As long as Professor Quirrell has burn marks on his body, it can prove that he was the murderer who killed the unicorn that night!"

At first, Kate didn't think too much about it, but Dragon Breath had a chance to avoid magic power every day, so it was useless.

Who would have thought that the dragon's breath would be so domineering, and could even hurt Quirrell who was possessed by Voldemort.

While it is known that Quirrell was injured, it is not known whether Voldemort's soul was burned.

If this is the case, then dealing with Horcruxes will not be so troublesome in the future.

"But Professor Quirrell said he had been in the office last night, and I'm afraid you didn't know that there was a small fire in the office that night."

Kate was startled, and lowered her head unwillingly.

But in fact, she already knew that the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher's office was on fire, which was what Catherine told her before she left.

The reckless and righteous words she said were all just to fit her current age and personality.

Quirrell is an important level that Dumbledore used to test Harry, and it cannot be easily abolished.

Even if he is sick in bed now, he will always be urged by Lao Deng to get up to find the Philosopher's Stone, and then be wiped out by Harry.

"I see..." She clenched her fists unwillingly.

In Dumbledore's eyes, this deliberately pretended appearance is not only full of loopholes, but also leaking everywhere.

But he never exposed her, but comforted her in a warm voice: "Last night, you worked hard, but because you went to the Forbidden Forest privately and set fire to the Forbidden Forest, so the merits and demerits are equal, and I will not punish you. Nor This will be communicated to the public.”

Kate's head drooped even more, as if she was really regretting what she had done wrong.

That small appearance made Dumbledore smile, but he could only show it a little when she didn't look up.

"But I hope that even if you think you can protect yourself and your companions, try to face the bad guys with the company of adult wizards, understand?"

He exhorted him like his own elders.

"Yes, I understand."

Yes, I agreed, but under the circumstances at that time, even if Hagrid was called over, it would not work.

Even if she could watch Voldemort suck the unicorn, there was no guarantee that the old Voldemort, who had increased in strength after sucking the blood, would find them hiding behind the tree.

The only way is to take the initiative to attack, at least buy time for Hermione and the others to escape.

"Okay, I also asked Catherine to come over, you can go back." Dumbledore turned his back, trying to hide the smile on his face.

Kate nodded ignorantly, and went out obediently. As soon as she opened the door, she ran into Catherine who happened to come over.

"Professor Wynyard." She greeted politely.

"Little Kate," Catherine winked at her familiarly, "Did the principal do anything to you?"

Right at the door of the office, how dare she speak ill of the White Demon King?

A smile appeared on Kate's face: "Mr. Principal has always been very kind to me."

Except that he loves to test her when he has nothing to do, he really treats her very well, probably second only to Harry.

After all, at this time, Harry had never been to the principal's office, and she had come here three or four times as usual.

"That's good." Kaitlyn smiled with satisfaction, and gently hooked the end of her hair with her slender fingers, and saw Kate backing away uncomfortably.

Well, I'm still a shy kid.

She didn't care that much, and walked straight into the office.

Kate watched her disappear through the door, wiped the sweat from her brow, and went downstairs with lingering fear.

And at this moment, in the office.

"Catherine, how is your first day teaching?"

Dumbledore poured her a cup of black tea and was about to add milk and sugar when Catherine took the cup away.

"Principal, I don't like to drink sweet milk tea, you know that."

Catherine took a sip of pure black tea and raised her eyebrows in satisfaction: "As for teaching, that's all. I like Kate very much."

Rather, she promised Dumbledore to clean up this mess because Kate caused this mess.

Otherwise, she wouldn't bother to come.

"That child is indeed very good." A smile flashed in Dumbledore's eyes when he thought of Kate's trying to pretend to be good in front of him.

Unlike Tom back then, he could see at a glance the crazy ambition hidden under Tom's gentle and humble appearance.

But Kate, all he can see is a pure and kind little girl who is afraid of danger and tries hard to hide herself, but can't help but take action at critical moments to save people from fire and water.

He could understand Kate's reason for being afraid of danger, from when she told herself about the long table.

But even so, every choice this child has made so far has never disappointed her.

He has lived for a hundred years, and he has already understood that judging people is not based on what the other person says, but what they do.

"That's it, don't look at whose child it is." Catherine raised her head proudly, and her expression was exactly the same as Kate's usual little expression.

Dumbledore chuckled, and drank his cup of milk tea with a lot of milk and sugar.

"Since you like this place very much, how about next year's Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher..."

"Stop!" Catherine stopped immediately, "The reason why I agreed to come here is because Kate did what happened this time, and you couldn't find anyone for a while, so I stepped in temporarily."

"Mr. Principal, I trouble you to choose carefully in these few months and prepare for the teacher candidates next year. I won't get involved."

After speaking, Catherine got up and wanted to leave.

"Come back," Dumbledore called her helplessly, "Why is it the same as before, do you really hate this school so much?"

Catherine turned her head, and her originally calm expression became a little sad: "I don't hate Hogwarts, because this is my alma mater, and I love it here."

"However, my sister died because she met that man here. When I think of this, I feel very sad."

Her voice was soft and low, with a hint of sadness.

But soon, she regained her composure and raised her eyebrows with a smile: "Don't worry, it's only been two months, I can still bear it."

Dumbledore looked at her quietly, and then lowered his eyes after a long while: "Go back, I'm already considering the candidate for a new teacher."

"Thank you principal!" Catherine smiled playfully.

……

"Ah!"

Kate rubbed her nose, and carefully glanced at Hermione, who was picking books from the bookshelf.

Fortunately, he was not discovered, otherwise he would be nagged by Hermione again.

"Kate," Harry asked cautiously, "the headmaster didn't blame you, did he? Did he punish you for anything?"

Almost reflexively, Kate opened her mouth and said: "Mr. Principal is a good man, gentle and kind, why would you punish me?"

Harry breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

He was worried that Kate would be punished because of them.

"But, Professor Quirrell is bedridden, does that mean he won't come to steal the Philosopher's Stone again?" Ron asked in a low voice.

"How is it possible?" Harry retorted immediately, "Even if he didn't want to, the one behind him—"

"It's agreed not to mention that person's name!" Ron shuddered and protested softly.