Draco's Birthday

That afternoon, Newt sent Muya back to Spinner's End. Before leaving, he gently ruffled the top of her head. "You can write to me anytime this summer. Of course, you can come visit me too."

"I live in Dorset."

"Okay, I'll remember that, Mr. Newt." Muya waved goodbye to him.

Dumbledore had not returned with them. Maybe he really did have some meeting to attend.

Muya knocked on the Snape house's door. "Professor, I'm back."

"Come in. Give me the trunk." Snape opened the door and reached out for the trunk in Muya's hands.

He had just picked it up and turned to leave when Muya suddenly hugged one of his legs. "Professor, I missed you so much!"

"Heh. Have you finished your homework?" That one sentence successfully made Muya let go of Snape.

Muya pouted. Professor Snape really had not changed at all. The moment she entered the house, she charged for the sofa, completely forgetting about homework and everything else.

"Malfoy sent a letter." Snape handed her an envelope that looked distinctly aristocratic.

In fact, Lucius Malfoy and Draco had come to his house the day before. Once they learned Muya was not there, they left quickly.

As Muya opened the letter, she stroked Qiqi's fur. "Draco invited me to his birthday party, and he even prepared a dress for me."

She looked at Snape. "Can I go? Can I?"

"I'll go with you."

"Yay, Professor! ≧▽≦" Muya excitedly spun around while hugging Qiqi.

Snape remained expressionless. He could not understand why Muya was so happy.

Sunlight rarely shone in through the window. There was a jasmine plant there, because Muya had once said, "Jasmine might like a brighter spot."

In the backyard, Snape had cleared away every last weed.

That evening, Muya was forced to brew potions