Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

Chapter 99 I'm going to...

Guardian Knight.

Glenn heard the word again and roughly guessed its meaning.

He secretly glanced at Morgana, who was still expressionless, and felt a complex emotion that he didn't even know how to describe.

Do you like her?

have no idea...

Patricia also glanced at Morgana, shook her head and sighed: "Can I ask you a question, Professor Dumbledore?"

"Okay." Dumbledore nodded.

"You must be planning to...send me to Azkaban, right?"

"Actually, tonight's development was not entirely what I expected, otherwise the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic would have appeared here."

Dumbledore said frankly with a hint of regret in his tone.

"Before I notify them, I also want to ask you a question. I hope you can answer me truthfully."

"Okay." Patricia nodded and replied.

"After what happened tonight, do you still believe that Her Majesty the Queen of Avalon is your master, or...faith?"

Dumbledore's tone was calm, but with a rare seriousness.

"I suggest you speak your mind, Miss Rick."

Morgana raised her head slightly. There seemed to be a hint of expectation in her eyes.

Patricia glanced at her again subconsciously, as if she wanted to say something, but swallowed it back.

She pondered for a long time, nodded slightly and said: "Yes, Professor Dumbledore."

Morgana's eyes instantly dimmed a bit more.

"It turns out that in your eyes, I'm really just a tool..."

The girl smiled coldly at herself, turned around without any regret, and a line of clear tears fell down her smooth cheeks.

"Mome..."

Patricia shouted subconsciously.

Morgana did not burst out emotionally. She just turned around and spoke in a calm tone.

"Don't, call me, Momi again..."

The voice was not loud, but had a hint of coldness, as if it were a robot without emotions.

Patricia's face was full of bitterness, and she lowered her head silently, not knowing what she was thinking.

Dumbledore glanced at Morgana's lonely back and said to Glenn.

"Go and stay with Miss Arthur, Glenn." He said softly, "She needs comfort now. Leave this to me, an old man."

"Okay." Glenn nodded and took steps to chase the girl in the direction she left.

Before turning around, he glanced at Patricia again.

If nothing else happens, this woman will spend the rest of her life in Azkaban.

That's exactly what was said.

I am a beautiful woman, but why am I a thief?

Morgana's steps were even and not very fast, and she was quickly caught up by Glenn.

Glenn quietly looked at her profile. There was neither happiness nor sadness on her delicate little face.

"How are you?"

Glenn had never encountered such an emotional situation before. He swallowed with some hesitation and asked cautiously.

"I'm fine, don't worry."

Morgana smiled softly at him, but her smile was hollow and devoid of any emotion.

"It's been like this, and you still say it's okay?" Glenn pinched his eyebrows like a straight man and said helplessly.

The girl turned around, as if asking him again, or talking to herself.

"You said..." she pondered, "does anyone still care about me in this world?"

"Of course!" Glenn replied without hesitation.

"But even Patty..."

She leaned gently against the cold wall, her face no longer able to maintain the calm expression, and her voice also contained a cry.

Glenn breathed a sigh of relief.

Based on his few experiences with girls, it is always better to vent his emotions than to keep them inside.

"A lifetime is so long, who doesn't meet a few scumbags?"

Glenn held it in for a long time and then made up some random words to comfort him.

"You just met it earlier, and you met it in advance that others would meet later."

He thought of the parents who abandoned Morgana again and added.

Morgana was choked back by his words when she was about to vent her sadness, and glared at him angrily and funny.

"How can you be so comforting!"

She waved her pink fist and hit Glenn hard on the shoulder several times.

Glenn pretended to be hurt by the beating, grinning and dodging, but did not hide away, frantically testing on the edge of being beaten.

Morgana seemed to have noticed his intention, and the strength in her hand became lighter and lighter.

"Does it hurt?"

The tired girl stopped and asked with a slight blush.

Glenn moved his beaten shoulder and said in a relaxed tone: "It's okay, how about you? Are you feeling better?"

Morgana nodded, then shook her head.

Glenn:???

"Thank you, Glenn." She said softly, "I know you want to comfort me, but there are some things that cannot be let go in a few words."

Glenn was still unwilling to give up and said to himself: "But things will always pass. Even if the process is difficult, you still have to look forward, right?"

"You are indeed a wooden head."

Morgana looked at him, gritted her teeth bitterly, and suddenly wanted to pluck the soft woolen curls on his head.

"I understand all the principles, but what's the use of talking about these nonsense principles when trying to comfort a girl!"

"ah?"

Glenn looked confused.

Based on his emotional experience, this level of emotional problems can be regarded as hell-level difficulty.

Morgana sighed, shook her head, and said to herself.

"You said...if I leave here, will anyone miss me?"

"Of course." Glenn replied immediately without thinking.

After she finished speaking, she quietly raised her head and glanced at Glenn, with a trace of expectation in her eyes.

"who?"

"There are many people!" Glenn nodded matter-of-factly, "For example, your Kitty Kitty, roommate Lini, Charlie, and the red-haired twins..."

He clasped his hands and counted them, not noticing that the girl's face was getting darker and darker, and her little hands were quietly clenched into fists.

"Of course, there's me too!"

Glenn didn't know it yet, but he narrowly escaped death.

Morgana's momentum has reached its peak and is about to explode.

If he hadn't said his name at the last moment, he would have been pushed to the ground by the girl and beaten severely.

"Do you really miss me?" she asked softly, with a hint of danger in her eyes.

"Yes!" Glenn nodded matter-of-factly, but suddenly remembered the guardian knight.

He hesitated for a moment and then added, "After all, we are very good friends, aren't we?"

"friend..."

This is the second time Morgana has heard such a title from Glenn.

She pursed her lips, her eyes dimmed slightly, and then she smiled again.

"Yes, we are very good friends."

The girl breathed a sigh of relief and patted Glenn on the shoulder.