"Lemon Sherbet."

…

The principal's office was still the same. Fox was still sitting on the shelf. When he saw Kyle, he just raised his head slightly as a greeting.

Kyle took out a handful of Dictamni leaves as a gift and placed them next to the shelf.

Dumbledore did not disappear this time. He just sat there with a smile on his face. There was a familiar bottle on the table in front of him.

"I hope I didn't disturb you." Dumbledore stood up from his chair and handed the magic suppressant potion on the table to Kyle: "You know, just like last time."

"Of course Principal." Kyle nodded, took the bottle and said, "I'll go give it to Mikel."

"Well... there's no rush. If you don't have anything to do, can you chat with an old man like me?"

Seeing that Kyle didn't say anything, Dumbledore continued, "Don't be nervous, just chat casually, just like when you were at Newt's place."

"I'm just a little surprised." Kyle scratched his hair and said, "But Principal, that... I only have white fresh leaves now, and really no bluebells."

“…”

"Fawkes has a good personality and won't be angry all the time." Dumbledore's expression froze slightly, but soon returned to normal.

"I got your Christmas present," he said, ordering Kyle a glass of fresh lemonade. "I finished it that day and reread it many times... It's really fascinating."

At first, Kyle thought Dumbledore was just being polite, but the next second he found out he was wrong.

Because Dumbledore actually took out two pairs of wool socks from the drawer of the table.

One pair is red with gold edges.

The other pair is slightly smaller and is blue-pink.

However, both pairs of socks had a big letter "A" embroidered on them.

Kyle raised his head and asked subconsciously: "This... was knitted by you?"

"Yes," Dumbledore said proudly, "I have a good talent for knitting socks. I succeeded on my first try."

Kyle opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

What happened to this magical world?

Dumbledore, the president of the International Confederation of Wizards, the first-class great wizard of the Order of Merlin, the chief of the Wizengamot, and the most recognized white wizard in the wizarding world... was actually proud of his talent for knitting socks? He looked so happy, and even a little proud.

"You do a great job knitting, Headmaster," Kyle said dryly.

"Thanks."

Dumbledore put away the two pairs of wool socks and suddenly sighed: "My biggest regret this year may be that I didn't prepare a Christmas present for you. This is really terrible."

Kyle waved his hands repeatedly.

He hadn't expected to receive a gift from Dumbledore.

But then again, as a typical good student, Kyle didn't want Dumbledore to feel guilty all the time.

It’s heartbreaking to see an old man being tortured by guilt.

"Or maybe I should take the initiative to ask for a gift?" Kyle thought, stroking his chin.

Although it was quite shameless to do so, he didn't mind suffering a little for the sake of the principal.

Kyle subconsciously moved his gaze to the corner of the principal's office. There was a dusty mirror there. It should not be worth much, so why not choose it?

Or the crudely crafted stone basin next to it will do.

Anyway, it's just for show, so it's perfect to choose cheap stuff like this that you might buy ten of at a street stall.

"I'm so sweet."

Kyle didn't hide his movements.

Next to him, Dumbledore seemed to have guessed something, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Will you get me a glass of lemonade? Of course."

Dumbledore tapped the table and ordered another lemonade.

"No, I mean today..."

“The weather is really nice today.”

Nice weather?

Kyle glanced out the window. It had been snowing all day and it wasn't stopping yet.

However, Dumbledore did not give Kyle another chance to speak. He also looked out the window and said with some emotion: "I didn't even notice, is it so late already?"

Kyle understood immediately.

Although he felt a little regretful that he could not help Dumbledore solve his troubles, Kyle still said consciously:

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"Then I'll go back first. Mikel is still waiting to take his medicine."

"Do you need to take some snacks back?" Dumbledore opened a drawer, which was filled with all kinds of candies and preserves.

Kyle wanted to refuse, but he suddenly noticed that the candies seemed to be high-end products, and there were many types he had never even seen before.

"Thank you for Mikel."

By the time Kyle left the principal's office, both of his pockets were bulging with candy.

As the oak door closed.

In the headmaster's office, Snape came out from somewhere. He looked at Kyle's previous position and narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

"I'm a little curious, Severus."

Dumbledore closed the drawer and fastened a small, glittering golden padlock on it.

"You specifically asked me to call Kyle here, why did you hide yourself?"

"You let him go too soon."

Snape said expressionlessly: "According to what we agreed before, he should stay here for thirty minutes."

"Students all have their own things to do." Dumbledore took a sip of black tea and said, "Severus, we can't take up too much of their time."

"Oh? So that's what you think..." After Snape glanced at the Mirror of Erised in the corner, he walked towards the door.

"Severus."

At this moment, Dumbledore suddenly stopped him and said, "I think you are too prejudiced against Kyle."

Snape stopped and turned to ask, "What do you want to say?"

"Kyle is a very good boy." Dumbledore said calmly, "I learned that he gave gifts to every professor on Christmas Day. Even Mrs. Norris, who was the least popular among students, received a bag of dried fish."

"Oh~~" Snape narrowed his eyes and asked again in a long tone: "What do you want to say!"

"I think he may have forgotten his Potions professor due to a momentary oversight."

Dumbledore smiled and said, "You know, even I make such low-level mistakes occasionally. This is normal. You can't be prejudiced against Kyle because of this."

“Maybe he hasn’t forgotten.”

Snape snorted coldly, then opened the door and left the headmaster's office without looking back.

…

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(End of this chapter)