[Comprehensive] Sean

Sean was sitting on the garden lawn, experimenting with his new invention, a small model airplane fueled by magic, when Voldemort Apparated to him.When he saw Voldemort appearing in front of him out of nowhere, he froze for a moment and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Master Sean, do you need me to inform sir?" Jarvis asked, and the robot butler behind Sean assumed an attacking posture.

"No, I know him," Sean said.

"I'll come and see you." Voldemort stood beside Sean and asked, "What are you doing?"

"I wonder if it is possible to use magic power as fuel for machinery. If we can combine wizard magic with human machinery... then we will definitely be able to make a lot of money."

Voldemort couldn't help shaking his head with a smile, and asked, "Why are you always so interested in making money?"

"always?"

"What I mean is, according to common sense, weapons and the like should come to mind. Once humans or wizards have this ability, shouldn't they first create advanced weapons to deter the other party?"

"I think we have a little different understanding of the word common sense," Sean said: "Now the world pattern has changed, human beings are facing more threats, conflicts between countries, the expansion of terrorist forces, mutants and even aliens. Humans, wizards are the cutest species in comparison, which is why the peace agreement between the human government and wizards was signed so smoothly."

Voldemort frowned and said, "Because we are weak in the eyes of Muggles."

"No, because wizards are a group within the control of the human government, and now that the problem of mutants and aliens is getting worse, humans urgently need a powerful but biased ally, and wizards are undoubtedly the perfect target. As long as the issue of mutants and aliens remains unresolved, wizards must be treated with courtesy by the human government."

Voldemort said coldly: "In other words, once they deal with the mutant and alien issue, we are their next target."

"It's about the same, so it's time to focus on economic development."

Voldemort frowned and said, "Isn't it military strength?"

"Wizards are dispersed in a certain number of countries in the world. Although they are not many compared with human beings, it is impossible for human beings to destroy wizards even now. Human beings, especially big countries with hundreds of millions of people , It is impossible to start a war easily, and what wizards need to do is to integrate themselves into human society as soon as possible before humans are eyeing them. When humans find that once they eradicate wizards, the economy will collapse, education And medical treatment will be disconnected, and even when society will be in turmoil or even regress, they will no longer think about destroying wizards, but thinking about assimilating wizards."

Voldemort squinted his eyes, and he seemed to be able to see Ares holding a cigar, playing with various forces on the applause, and teaching him how to peel off the cocoons of each problem.

Sean glanced at Voldemort and asked, "Aren't you tired? Sit down."

Voldemort bent down and sat next to Sean, watching him use his wand to carefully deliver magic power into the robot's body. "Actually, there were some people in the British wizarding world who had the same idea as you, but later the Ministry of Magic listed this matter as a ban, and no one studied it anymore."

"Why ban this?"

Voldemort recalled the aircraft carrier he had seen a few days ago, and said, "I am beginning to doubt the meaning of this decree now. What I want to say is that if you are interested in the future, I can take some of the experimental items confiscated by the Ministry of Magic back then." For you."

"That's the best." Sean took back his wand and said, "Actually, I have found a suitable method, but it seems that my magic power is too weak, and it really can't support the nutrients needed for a robot to move."

"You're not too weak, you just can't use your magic power," Voldemort grabbed Sean's right hand holding the wand, pointed at the robot placed on the grass, and said, "The wand is conscious, and it will recognize its owner." , as long as you are willing to communicate with him seriously, he will respond to you."

"How to communicate?"

"Calm down, you can hear it calling your name." Voldemort held Sean's right hand with his right hand, and put his left hand on Sean's shoulder, a magnetic voice came from above Sean's head.

For a moment, Sean felt as if he had been in a different world, as if he had embraced a boy in this posture before, and said softly, "Calm down, you can hear it calling your name."

With the help of Voldemort, the magic power was slowly and orderly input into the body of the little robot.Sean couldn't help looking up. Voldemort's almost perfect face made Sean feel stagnant. The magic power that was originally controlled increased the flow because of Sean's momentary absence, causing the little robot's eyeballs to be squeezed out instantly. .

"Damn it!" Sean cursed, "This is already scrapped No. 30 seven robots, one robot is super troublesome to make."

"I'm sorry." Voldemort chuckled.

"Forget it, I also know that this kind of experiment can't be rushed, do you want to come in and have a sit?"

"Forget it, I don't want your father to worry."

"He just loves me too much, there is no malice."

Voldemort looked at the corners of Sean's lips that could not help but restrained his smile a little, and immediately said with a smile, "When will the things we agreed to start?"

"Anytime." Sean shrugged his shoulders and said, "Actually, I really think that instead of telling me those things, it would be quicker to find a doctor."

"Psychologist?"

"... Forget it, pretend I didn't say it."

When Sean went out, Tony looked very unhappy. Steven patted Tony on the shoulder with his unbandaged mummified hand, and watched Sean walk out of the door with a small schoolbag on his back.

"Let him meet the Dark Lord alone, are you sure?" Tony asked.

"I don't think the man named Voldemort has any ill intentions towards Sean, not to mention that the relationship between wizards and humans is right now. He probably won't be stupid enough to murder Iron Man's son."

Indeed, judging from SHIELD's testing of Voldemort, he is indeed not a mad terrorist now, but as long as he thinks of the history of British wizards that Sean told him, Tony feels restless.

"Calm down, didn't you install a detector on him?" Steven said, "Do you want some water?"

At this time, the doorbell rang, and Tony turned on the surveillance camera. Dumbledore was standing at the gate with a smile on his face, looking around curiously from time to time. He seemed to have discovered the camera, and he carefully moved under it.

Tony opened the door, looked at Dumbledore who almost put his whole face under the camera, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Dumbledore sat on the sofa, and took out the pile of cockroaches he brought in a very friendly manner, "Come some?"

Tony swallowed, "No, thank you."

Steven asked: "May I ask if Mr. Dumbledore has anything to do with us?"

"Oh, I'm here to see Mr. Stark, is he there?"

"He's gone to see Voldemort."

Dumbledore's expression became serious for a moment, "Voldemort? Why did Sean go to him?"

"It is said that I asked him for help."

Dumbledore was about to get up, suddenly looked at Tony and Steven, frowned and asked, "Why do you agree with Sean to meet Voldemort? To you, he should be regarded as a dangerous person, right?"

"Because... because..." Tony was speechless. When Sean told him that he was going to find Voldemort, Tony subconsciously wanted to refute, but for some reason, when the words came out, he agreed by accident, and he was distressed. He closed his mouth and looked at Steven.

Steven looked at him with the same look.

"I understand." Dumbledore regained his kind smile, "Since Mr. Stark Jr. is not here, I will visit you another day."

"Tony is very strange today," Sean frowned and said, "He usually doesn't want to see you, but today he agreed without saying a word."

Voldemort said with a smile: "Maybe he suddenly thinks that I am not a bad person."

Sean shrugged, "What about the things you promised to bring me?"

Voldemort put an old leather box in front of Sean, and said, "My temporary residence in America is not big, and I wanted you to go to England with Apparation, but you don't seem to like that spell very much, so... ..."

"so?"

Voldemort laughed, "Open it."

Sean opened the button of the box, and the inside looked like a stairway, extending into the darkness, like a bottomless pit, "What is this?"

Voldemort stretched his foot in and stepped on the stairs. Sean watched his body being filled in bit by bit, and couldn't help asking, "What kind of magic is this?"

"Spatial magic." Voldemort only had half of his body exposed outside, "I'll wait for you below."

After Voldemort went down, Sean only stopped for a moment, then followed in.Going down the stairs to the lower end is a small wooden cabin with various photos and decorations and a large bed.

Sean walked past the wooden shelf and looked at the photos on it. They were all photos of Voldemort and a man. The man looked exactly like Sean. It should be Arris. intimate.

Sean stood in front of one of the photos. In the photo, Alris was half lying on the big bed in this small wooden house, with a large piece of skin on his chest exposed, with one hand resting on the window sill, with a cigar in his finger .Voldemort lay in his arms, and he looked much younger then than now.

They smiled at each other and kissed each other lightly on the lips.

"Come here." Voldemort called from outside.

Sean walked out of the cabin, saw Voldemort standing in front of an old car, and said, "This is what I want to give you."

Sean sat in the co-pilot, looked at the steering wheel and various button wrenches in front of him, and asked, "How do you drive this thing?"

"Are you asking me?" Voldemort laughed while sitting in the passenger seat.

Sean rubbed his hands, and after his attempt, the car actually started, "What is this white button?"

"You'll know if you try it."

Sean shrugged his shoulders, pressed the white button, his body shook violently, and flew up amidst Sean's scream, "This is really cool! Wow!"

"It's just a box here, be careful not to hit the wall."

"clear."

Sean drove this flying car in the world created by space magic, where there are deserts, forests, and even the sea.Sean landed by the sea, sat on the sand and said: "The people who created this place are really geniuses."

"Yes, he was a real genius," said Voldemort, looking out over the sea. "He called it the Garden of Eden, and said he saw it in a book called the Bible."

"Is it Arris?"

Voldemort nodded.

"Okay, let's start now."

"Start what?"

"Your salvation," Sean said, "I've read a few psychology books, and it's really said that pouring out is a good way to vent your emotions."

Voldemort imitated Sean and sat on the beach, "Then where should I start? Doctor Stark."

"...Uh, why not start with this Garden of Eden and tell me about the first time he brought you here."

"Alris is a person who is used to traveling but doesn't like to be noisy. His last trip went to the desert. He lost his portkey and almost died there. Since then, he has never traveled again. He chose some of the most beautiful places in his memory and built this Garden of Eden. The first time he brought me here was the day I graduated from Hogwarts. Since then, this place has become our honeymoon place……"

"We should stop him," said Sirius. "Didn't you make a contract at the beginning?"

"Yes, the contract we made was to ensure that Voldemort could not approach the boy before he entered Hogwarts at the age of 11, nor could he tell him about that time, but Sean is now 11 years old. I would have I thought that inviting him to Hogwarts immediately would give me the upper hand, but unfortunately..."

"It would have been terrible if Voldemort had said it, who knows what kind of stories that bullshit would have made up."

"Sean didn't believe me, maybe I underestimated him too much at first," Dumbledore said to Sirius, "Maybe we don't need to do anything at all, Sean is a smart kid, he will be able to do it sooner or later." Find a loophole from Voldemort's mouth, once there is a gap, the trust that Voldemort built before will disappear in an instant."

"But wouldn't it be a little risky to base your hopes on that?"

"We just need to make it impossible for Voldemort to tell lies."

"Can't lie? How is it possible? Using potions? But Voldemort's attainments in potions are not low, he must be able to see it."

"No, no potions." Dumbledore said, "I have an offer that he will never refuse. Before that, Sirius, I have a job to offer you."