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In other words, Dolly is clearly not qualified to keep Snow.

Not to mention the changes in Snow's body, enough for a large number of wizards to want to capture Snow for live dissection—wizards, except for people like Newt, have almost no problem experimenting on magical creatures.

This left Dolly truly at a loss as to what to do with Snow.

Unless she secretly raises Snow in the Muggle world without the Ministry of Magic's knowledge—but would Dumbledore and Newt keep that a secret for her?

Even if the two old people turn a blind eye and pretend not to see it, the British Ministry of Magic will definitely communicate with the French Ministry of Magic about Dolly's ordeal later.

When the time comes, the blue-haired gray wolf will inevitably be mentioned, and Dolly will most likely still need to find a way to keep Snow alive.

Dolly couldn't find an answer for a moment, and when she looked at Dumbledore's smiling face, she suddenly sighed.

So the answer was in the rice and noodles!

Dolly was not qualified to keep Snow, and neither was Dumbledore.

Yet no one in the entire wizarding world dared to say that Newt Scamander wasn't qualified, even though he had been retired for thirty years and was an old man.

This is not only an affirmation of Newt's qualifications, but also a sign of trust in his abilities.

"Please speak frankly, Professor Dumbledore."

"What costs would I need to incur to have Mr. Scamander take care of Snow?"

Dolly didn't beat around the bush anymore, after all, she was eager to go home.

Dumbledore smiled and said, "Newt and I have already discussed this."

"To put it simply, Miss Dursley, you don't have to pay any price."

“Newt is very interested in Snow, and he may need Snow’s cooperation in some research.”

"Of course, I can assure you right now that this will not cause Snow any harm."

“Newt will also help you get the right to raise Snow later, but it will definitely be a long process.”

Dolly nodded; she knew that getting the certification wouldn't be an easy task.

At the very least, her age is not up to par.

However, Newt clearly has certain methods and channels, and the specific process is beyond Dolly's concern.

Perhaps Snow was registered under the name of an adult wizard?

In short, Dolly had no objection to this.

As for whether Newt would hurt Snow, Dolly believes that even if Snow destroyed Newt's entire family, Newt wouldn't be willing to punish Snow.

He is someone who loves magical creatures more than himself.

Snow began to sob, not wanting to be separated from Dolly.

But Dolly crouched down, hugged its neck, and whispered in its ear, "Just stay with Newt. You can smell that he's a good person, right?"

"Without it, you'd most likely be captured and used for experiments. You don't want to be put on an oven, do you?"

Snow quickly shook his head.

Although it didn't know what an oven was, having seen Dolly barbecue many times, it definitely didn't want to be the one being barbecued.

"Very good, it's settled."

Dolly patted Snow's head and breathed a sigh of relief. Now she could go back to England.

“There’s one last thing, Miss Dursley… don’t glare at me, it’s really important.”

Dolly sighed and said, "Hurry up and tell me."

Dumbledore's expression turned serious. "I hope you will keep the matter concerning Pettigrew a secret for now."

"I promise to catch it next semester and bring it to justice, while also ensuring that no innocent bystander is harmed in the shadow of the locked room."

"Please trust me one more time, okay?"

Dolly wasn't surprised by Dumbledore's request; in fact, she felt it was all part of her plan.

In the original storyline, even though Dumbledore couldn't control the Basilisk, he still risked things to help Harry grow and mature.

Several young wizards, including Hermione, nearly died from the basilisk's petrifying eyes; they were only able to survive thanks to Merlin's protection.

This shows how determined Dumbledore was to nurture Harry.

This time, Dumbledore felt he had all the information, even more so than when he was a first-year student.

At that time, Dumbledore only suspected that Voldemort had possessed Quirrell, but he did not have enough evidence.

But now that Dumbledore knows everything about Peter Pettigrew, the mastermind behind everything, how could he possibly end the Chamber of Secrets incident so hastily?

However, there was one thing Dolly had to say beforehand.

"The 'unrelated people' you're referring to certainly don't include Harry, right?"

Dumbledore was about to explain something when Dolly raised her hand to stop him.

"I will keep a close eye on Harry's safety, and I will help him when I feel he can't handle the situation."

"As for my other friends, you better keep your word, Dumbledore, or when they get hurt, that's when I'll flip the table."

Dolly said those words in a somewhat childish voice, which sounded funny at first glance.

However, Dumbledore no longer dared to underestimate the little witch before him.

During this Christmas holiday, Dolly proved her strength, willpower, and adaptability through her wilderness survival experience.

Even Dumbledore couldn't be 100% certain what a wizard might do in a fit of rage.

Dumbledore replied, "May Merlin bless me, and if I fail, you may certainly step in, Miss Dursley."

"That's good, it's a deal."

Dolly extended her hand, and Dumbledore gladly responded. The two people, who were more than a hundred years apart in age, high-fived each other, a scene that seemed rather joyful.

However, both of them knew that this agreement represented the best relationship they could achieve in a year and a half.

Whether the two will develop greater mutual trust or experience another collapse of trust remains to be seen.

"Then let's prepare to set off, Miss Dursley."

“I’ll take you home first, let your family meet Snow, and then bring it to Newt’s house.”

“Newt’s wife and children are there, and Newt’s children are also experts in the protection of magical creatures, enough to take good care of Snow.”

Dolly nodded, having no objection.

She stroked the dog's head with one hand and placed the other on Dumbledore's shoulder.

Snow also clung to Dumbledore's leg, while Dumbledore calmly took out the door key he had made before coming—the Muggle alarm clock by Dolly's bedside.

The next second, Dolly felt the world spinning around her.

When Dolly came to her senses, she was surrounded by warmth and familiar scents. Without even opening her eyes, Dolly knew she was home.

Just as Dolly was about to open her eyes, she felt a hard shove in her chest and fell backward onto the bed.

Then came the familiar scent and a voice trembling with tears: "You're back! You're finally back!"

Dolly opened her eyes and saw Hermione crying her eyes out. Her eyes were red and swollen, and she hadn't had a proper rest for many days and nights.

Looking at Dolly now, she was both crying and laughing, seemingly too happy to know how to express herself.

Finally, he simply hugged Dolly tightly, his legs intertwining with hers, as if trying to become a lock to hold her in place and never let her leave his sight again.

Seeing this, Dumbledore smiled slightly and was about to say something when Dolly glared at him fiercely.

Dumbledore suddenly felt a little wronged. Shouldn't he have gone to see his parents first?

Dolly knew this, of course, but with the lovely and affectionate Hermione right in front of her, Dolly thought that perhaps she could give her first kiss right now.

How could she allow Dumbledore to ruin such a golden opportunity?

Dumbledore shook his head helplessly, grabbed Snow who was about to scream, and Apparated him downstairs, leaving the room to Dolly.

Dolly finally let out a sigh of relief, stretched her muscles, and then wrapped her arms around Hermione's slender shoulders, pulling Hermione closer to her little by little.

Hermione didn't refuse at all; in fact, she readily accepted, instinctively wanting to get closer to Dolly and indulging in Dolly's scent.

Their faces drew closer and closer, and their lips slowly touched.

Hermione suddenly realized something and hesitated, her arms around Dolly's waist faltering, unsure whether she should let go.

But in the end, she hugged him even tighter.

She didn't think Dolly would do anything outrageous; on the contrary, she wondered what would happen if Dolly disappeared again if she let her go now.

Dolly felt her heart leap into her throat, because Hermione hadn't refused.

Although it might seem like she's taking advantage of someone in distress, Dolly has been thinking of Hermione day and night during these adventures.

She was also worried that she might never see Hermione again this time.

With such a wonderful opportunity suddenly presented to her, how could Dolly possibly give it up?

Dolly's rosy lips pursed slightly, and finally, she pretended to casually press down on Hermione's lips.

195 You just want her body

Does this count as a kiss?

Dolly was thinking.

Should it be counted?

After all, even kissing the forehead and cheek counts, Dolly has already taken a big step, and is just one step away from fully expressing all her emotions.

The warm, moist touch returned to her, and she could even feel the moisture and curve of Hermione's lips, which made Dolly feel completely dazed.

It felt as if her heart and brain had melted, leaving only the sweetness emanating from Hermione's lips and a warm, comforting feeling.

This made Dolly want to actually kiss him.

Dolly was initially quite proud of her willpower, but now she realizes that it's almost useless at this point.

Is it because she has very poor self-control?