Hiding in Hogwarts as a professor

London, Canary Wharf.

Despite the weird name, this is actually a famous financial and shopping district in the UK, with tall office buildings and shopping malls everywhere.

In the afternoon, the sun shines on the bustling streets, accompanied by the sound of whistles one after another, and the remaining coldness of winter is still eroding everyone who passes by in a hurry.

Except for a tall figure wearing a black hood.

He was sitting in a coffee shop opposite the station. You could see him through the glass window. His evil face was as indifferent as an exquisite model in the window.

Only the occasional movement of his eyes made curious passers-by realize that he was a real person.

The pretty clerk in the coffee shop was already used to it. She had seen this man on this street since December last year.

In line with the idea that she would rather kill the handsome guy than let him go, she boldly stepped forward to strike up a conversation, and she responded with this indifferent face.

Now in February, this man is becoming more and more like a blockhead, and the number of times he speaks is so pitiful!

Watching the time gradually come to six o’clock, she regretfully withdrew her eyes admiring the handsome guy, thought for a while, and quickly brought out a new cup of coffee and a piece of her favorite cake.

“Your coffee and dessert,” she breathed, feeling even more nervous than when she was getting married.

Malvolio’s eyes moved slightly and turned to the female clerk, and his dry lips slowly opened.

“I just ordered a cup of coffee.”

“I gave this to you!” the female clerk quickly said the lines she had recited hundreds of times in her mind.

“This cake tastes amazing, you won’t hate it.”

Seeing that the other party had no intention of accepting it, her thin-skinned voice contained a hint of pleading.

Malvolio looked down at the delicate little cake, then at the clerk who was about to burst into tears, and nodded subtly.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome!” The female clerk breathed a sigh of relief and left the place briskly.

“That sister likes you, doesn’t she?”

The little girl at the back table was lying on the back of the chair, and suddenly she poked her little head over, and her rosy face suddenly enlarged in front of Malvolio’s eyes.

Malvolio silently moved his head away and continued to look at the pedestrians passing by on the other side. Of course, these passers-by could not help but observe him in the same way.

“Sir, do you like that sister?” the little girl continued to ask reluctantly.

“…”

The little girl pouted in annoyance, but she didn’t want to give up just like that.

“I think you don’t like it, right? Otherwise, you wouldn’t have ignored her all the time, but to be honest, this is a bit ungentlemanly!”

The little girl blamed Malvolio like an adult. As for whether Malvolio ignored her or not, only she knows~

Malvolio sighed helplessly, and it seemed that if he didn’t give an answer, the little girl would ask the coffee shop to close.

However, he didn’t know how to answer…

“I don’t know what liking means.”

His voice was a little low, as if he was recalling his own situation.

In fact, during this period of time, he has been thinking about one question – what kind of person is he.

As a product of love potion, he cannot understand love, or even any kind of beautiful emotion.

Therefore, after leaving the magical world, he came to the bustling streets of Muggles and tried to learn through observation…

Learn what normal life should be like…

But the more he observed, the more confused he became.

Whether in the magical world or the Muggle world, he seems to be out of tune with this world!

It was obviously a hug between lovers, but he couldn’t see the emotion between the two at all;

It was obviously a kiss on the face between relatives, but he would only think it was a cumbersome etiquette;

Obviously…

He has a human body, but his soul has lost its direction.

In the past, he followed Tver, accepting tasks like a robot and then completing them.

It’s ridiculous to say that the idea of ​​conquering the magical world, and even the whole world, is entirely because he likes the feeling of killing.

Only then can he feel his presence in this world.

But now, without these violent thoughts, he seems… to have no need to exist in this world…

“Snapped!”

The little girl suddenly slapped Malvolio on the face with her little hand, making a crisp sound.

But in turn, his depression turned into surprise.

“I don’t like what you said!” She glared at Malvolio angrily, her little hands still attached to his face.

“I just like it, there’s nothing I don’t understand!”

“Just like I like my mother, like playing with everyone, like…” The girl wrinkled her little face and was confused.

For a moment, “Love chatting with you!”

“Although my mother has to work, she can only let me wait here for her to get off work; although no one seems to like making friends with me because my family is always moving around; although, you don’t want to chat with me…”

“But I still like it!”

Seeing the girl’s suddenly excited expression, Malvolio couldn’t be angry with such a child.

“Are you a child staying here all this time? Where is your father?”

As a result, the little girl was immediately lost. She took back her hand angrily, rested her head on her arm, and stared into the distance in a daze.

“It’s because my father bullies my mother all day long that my mother and I have to move frequently, and my mother has to work hard.”

Then she turned her head towards Malvolio.

“I don’t know why, but I always feel that you are very similar to me when you are bored. You sit there blankly, not knowing what to do, let alone what you want to do.”

“But, how come you don’t know what liking is?”

Malvolio was immediately stopped by the question. He opened his mouth and found that he was stumped by a child.

“Maybe…maybe it’s because I haven’t met my mother, no one has played with me, and no one…would be willing to chat with me without any purpose…”

These words were beyond the little girl’s understanding, and she raised her head in surprise.

“How could this happen? But you look so good-looking, like that sister, and she really wants to chat with you.”

The child’s unintentional praise still made Malvolio a little happier. He grinned silently, and it was the first time he had smiled in the past few months.

“I’m beginning to understand what liking means. Just like now, I like chatting with you.”

The little girl suddenly giggled happily, her eyebrows were crooked, and her bright eyes were blinking.

“Then can I continue chatting with you?” she asked in a sweet voice.

“sure……”

Malvolio responded with a smile, but the female clerk came over again with a very complicated expression on her face.

“This is illegal!” she said through gritted teeth.

“…”