Until Xifa picked up the empty cup for the third time and pretended to drink water.

She finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Xifa, are you worried? If you can, tell us and let us listen."

Xifa was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and found that the cup in his hand was indeed an empty cup.

Unable to hide his worries, he sighed, never expecting that one day he would need comfort.

Maybe it’s because my young body makes me think a lot younger.

"It's not appropriate to say it here, go to my dormitory and say it."

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"What? Are you jealous that Riddle is getting more attention from Professor Dumbledore than you?"

Luna on the other side also had an expression like "You're kidding me."

I finished my lunch in a hurry, you told me this?

Seeing the West is no joke.

Luna thought for a while and then spoke to enlighten Xifa.

"Xifa, have you ever thought that Dumbledore felt that you had your own opinion, so he allowed you to grow up freely?"

"He doesn't pay attention to you, doesn't interfere with you, and just prevents you from being targeted by pure-blood forces."

Elise also helped.

"Wait a minute, will the pure-blood forces target you?"

Xifa frowned.

Elise quickly covered her mouth, but under Xifa's eyes, she was defeated.

She explained to Xifa his specialness and why in addition to the sorting ceremony, more young wizards were admitted.

At the beginning, she was not purely mischievous. She was also very curious about who made Dumbledore go through so much trouble to get a place as a top student.

Knowing part of the truth, Xifa remained silent.

He is too weak at this time. At present, he can't change anything except himself.

***The author has something to say***

Damn it, try to get 4-5 more daily course introductions and enter the main line.

The plot hasn't even started yet, it's just digging holes

Fifty thousand words-.-
Chapter completed!