A Trip to the Dentist

She did not think any of those answers were particularly important. She was just a little confused—why did it have to be her?

Night swallowed the last trace of light, bringing faint moonlight and twinkling stars.

"How is that cat?" Tom asked Muya, looking at the book in his hands as she entered.

"Newt said Qiqi had entered an irritable phase. She'll be back to normal in a few days."

Tom nodded, then pointed at the table. "I just collected this for you."

"It's a letter from Hermione. She asked if I've been free lately. She wants to take me to see a dentist..."

"That's nice. Go tomorrow." Tom looked at Muya's wilted expression, the amusement in his eyes nearly overflowing.

Muya flopped onto the sofa. "I don't want to go."

"Ask Dumbledore to go with you."

"Good idea! You're amazing, senior!" Muya got up and high-fived Tom.

"I'll go find him right now."

Muya walked into Snape's potions room. "Professor, do you know how to contact Dumbledore?"

Snape, who was observing the potion in his hand, spared her half his attention. "What do you want with him?"

"Hermione wants to take me to the dentist, and I want to bring Dumbledore along." Please, Professor.

The corner of Snape's mouth rose by ten pixels. "Wait."

Seeing that Snape had agreed, Muya relaxed and went to the living room to watch videos with Tangtang, although...

Muya covered her face, unable to bear looking directly at Tangtang kneeling on the floor. Mainly because, no matter what she said, Tangtang refused to sit on the sofa and watch with her.

"How could Tangtang dare sit on the same sofa as Little Mistress? Tangtang isn't worthy of sitting on the sofa."

As she kept scrolling, Muya became so sleepy that she started yawning.

Suddenly,