It's Our Turn to Bully Him

Patricia sensed the frozen atmosphere at once. She shifted closer to Lockhart, her little hands clutching at her own lapels. "Lockhart, did I do something wrong? Did something bad happen?"

"You haven't done anything wrong, Patricia." Lockhart blinked, flashing that neat set of teeth, his tone excited. "Quite the opposite. This is a wonderful thing. You're a wizard, just like me. In the future, you might even be able to study at Hogwarts and learn how to use magic!"

Wolf Mom directed a tent with her wand, making it pack itself up, shrink, and stuff itself into a suitcase, then turned and gave the little girl an encouraging smile. "Patricia, showing magical signs at four or five means you'll become an excellent little witch."

"This is magic?" Patricia spread her hands and lowered her head to feel it. "I was only thinking about getting your book back just now, Lockhart. She isn't the black uncle."

Thinking of the situation the two of them were in, Lockhart was terrified of angering the most fearsome witch in the mouths of the other Death Eaters, and he hurriedly soothed her. "Patricia, that young lady is an Auror. Even if the black uncles I asked you to give the manuscript to got it in the end, they would still hand it over to her. She's a police officer for us wizards."

Penelope, seated in her chair, said nothing. She narrowed her eyes and lifted her chin slightly to glance at the two of them over the manuscript, shifted the position of her legs, continued turning another page, and tapped her slender fingers rhythmically on the pages.

"Oh, I see." Patricia stopped. Lockhart gave the obedient little girl a reassuring smile. He had meant to pat Little Patricia on the head, but this time his