I was expelled from Hogwarts?

Rove touched the Pensieve, and when he opened his eyes again, he had left the principal's office with Dumbledore and appeared in a strange place.

It was a small garden with lush potted plants and well-groomed flowers and plants.

In the yard, there was a six or seven-year-old blonde girl sitting on a swing.

Dumbledore looked at the girl absent-mindedly, and Rove also looked at her. There were still cute snot bubbles on her immature face... The little girl was dozing off on the swing with her head pointing.

There was a sudden sound in the distance. Rove looked up and saw three boys, only twelve or thirteen years old, sneaking into the small garden through the loose fence.

They hid behind a potted plant, looked at the swing enviously, and seemed to want to play too.

The blond girl was awakened. She opened her eyes and yawned. She grabbed the rope with both hands, touched the ground with her toes, and then hung in the air.

The swing swayed up and down by itself without being pushed by others, and the shaking became bigger and bigger, but the girl was not afraid. She laughed cheerfully like silver bells and sang a nursery rhyme.

"Sniff, sniff, follow me home obediently, I have Jin Jialong at home..."

When the swing reached the highest point, the girl let go of the rope, and the huge inertia caused her to fly out, drawing an arc in mid-air.

The girl didn't fall down, but hovered in the air treacherously. After a while, she landed slowly like a feather, as light as a feather.

The girl cheered happily.

The three boys all looked at her in shock, and one of them stepped back in horror, touching the potted plant with his arm and making a noise.

The girl turned around, she took five or six light steps, and came to those strange boys, and asked curiously:

"Who are you? Why are you in my house?"

A boy swallowed subconsciously. Pointing to the swing, he stammered and asked, "How did you do it? Floating in the air like just now?!"

"Magic." The little girl smiled innocently, "Don't you know it?"

She put her white and tender arms on a bouquet of platycodon flowers in full bloom. The five-pointed star-shaped flowers kept opening and closing, as if they were alive.

"Look... isn't it interesting?"

The boys looked at each other, and they could see the horror in each other's eyes. One of them trembled in astonishment: "Monster!"

"I'm not a monster!" the little girl argued.

snap.

The platycodon flower was snapped off, the boy threw it to the ground and stomped on it a few times.

The little blond girl was about to cry, she quickly squatted down, and picked up the tattered platycodon flower...it was transplanted by her brother.

A boy also squatted down, but instead of picking up lisianthus flowers, he picked up a stone from the garden, raised his hand high, and threw it hard at the blonde girl.

"monster!"

"Smash you to death!"

"You little monster!!"

When one of the leading boys uttered his voice and slammed the stone in his hand, the other two children followed suit.

The stone hit the girl on the head, and blood oozed from her forehead. The girl ran towards the house while crying, but was tripped by the flowerpot and fell to the ground.

This group of violent teenagers did not stop, but became more excited... It turns out that monsters can also be injured!

But soon, those stones were bounced away by an invisible force and fell around the girl, and the three boys also flushed, as if they were strangled by the neck.

They were tongue-tied and speechless, and they were floating in mid-air... The girl's magic rioted!

Several teenagers were slammed to the ground, and they scrambled to get out of the yard through the fence, while the girl was lying on the ground covered in blood.

Wisps of black mist leaked out from the wound on her forehead, very light...it quickly dissipated like steam in the sun.

The scene quickly changed again.

Rove looked up, it was still a small yard, but it was no longer the same yard as before.

At this time, a young man was sitting under a big tree. He was wearing a lace-collared jacket and had shawl hair. There was a goat beside him, lying on the tree trunk and trying to eat the leaves.

Arianna has grown up quite a bit. Holding two small wooden boxes, she trotted all the way to the boy, smiling brightly and saying:

"Aberforth, here's your birthday present."

Aberforth took a box, and when he opened it, he found that it was a kid doll stabbed out of goat hair.

"Thank you, Arianna!" Aberforth couldn't put it down, he said curiously:

"What's the other box?"

The girl shook her head and shoulders, and said with a smile, "This is a gift for Albus. When you go to Hogwarts, help me bring it to him..."

"Why do you give it to him?" Aberforth said a little dissatisfied: "I don't go home during the summer vacation, and I go to Nicole Flamel's bullshit funeral!"

"Of course I have to attend other people's funerals..." Arianna defended her elder brother a few words.

The girl was sitting under the big tree, she was holding the box, still a little worried and said:

"But the summer vacation is almost over, why isn't Albus coming home? Isn't he coming back to see Ariana this year?"

"It's okay, I'm at home." Seeing that his sister was in a bad mood, Aberforth quickly comforted him:

"Isn't Ariana the favorite to play with me?"

"I like Albus's too." The girl giggled:

"By the way, Aberforth, you're eleven years old and you're going to school soon. You won't be like your brother and won't come back for summer vacation, will you?"

"Of course not... I don't mind going to Hogwarts because there's nothing good about it." Aberforth pouted, "I want to stay with you, so I won't be as heartless as him!"

"No, I heard from Bathilda that all eleven-year-old children must go to school, otherwise they will be arrested..." Arianna summoned up her courage and asked:

"Aberforth, will I go to Hogwarts next year too? I asked my mother, and she wouldn't tell me."

silence.

There was a long silence.

The girl forcefully laughed, and hummed the nursery rhyme softly, but only halfway through, her tears flowed down her cheeks.

Dumbledore looked at the girl, tears welling up in his eyes.

Rove closed his eyes, unable to bear to look at this picture.

Aberforth suddenly showed a horrified expression, and saw a cloud of black smoke rising from the girl's body. The smoke became thicker and thicker, and finally turned into a cloud of oily substance.

It kept spinning, releasing a burst of powerful energy that sent Aberforth flying...

The scene changes again.

This time there was only the girl alone.

Eleven-year-old Ariana failed to go to Hogwarts after all.

She climbed to a tree and looked at the children running in the distant village and the kites flying high in the sky.

The girl didn't sing that ballad again, and there was no smile on her face at all. She stared blankly into the distance,

A terrible roar suddenly came out of the girl's mouth, black things began to spew out, and that force enveloped her...

Hiding in the black mist, the girl patted her back lightly and murmured repeatedly:

"Not afraid, not afraid."

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(The other chapter is still a little later, probably around two o'clock.)