HP Systematic Seaver

and a mother who has no feelings.Then, maybe he fell in love with a girl, a girl who was as lovely as the sun, but his inferiority complex made him afraid to express it. In the end, he watched the girl get married, kept denying himself, and finally loathed himself and chose to destroy. "

The system was completely stunned, and after a long time, he looked at the Great God, and said, "For the first time, I think you are reasonable, what you said is like something that would have happened if I didn't show up."

The Great God smiled, which is natural.

The Great God said: "This witch, she is like a pure Western person. She wants to possess, possess a man's heart. For this reason, she can treat everything, even her own son, as her opponent. I dare say as a son. Just born, the ecstatic father planted hatred when he held his son and neglected her, so she has been cutting off the relationship between father and son, subconsciously she denies the existence of son, because it will lower her position in the heart of her husband , because the father always cares about his son by nature, she prevented the normal father-son relationship from forming, and the father almost forgot about his son, because she hoped that he would only have her in his heart."

The system opened its mouth.This conclusion is very strange, but after the great god's explanation, he felt that it seemed to be the case.

The great god made a conclusion: "Everyone in the West always has absolute possession in their hearts, and they can do anything for it. Either the scum, completely occupy the other party, or the most humble, completely pay for the other party. In fact, the nature is the same. Both possess and control."

The system trembled.

This world is not normal.

Why do you say that like there are perverts everywhere.

Then the great god continued to say with high spirits: "When your little master grows up and enters this world, you will know that people here not only pursue strength at all costs, but also ignore human relationships. What brothers, fathers and sons, sisters?" ah."

The system covered its ears: "Stop talking, I'm going crazy."

The master stopped and said in his heart, if you have seen the fan, you will understand how popular these CPs are.The three generations of Malfoy, the Black Brothers, and the Gaunt brothers and sisters also mentioned it. In short, this is how the aristocracy is. This is the West. The purer it is, the more crazy it is.

Seeing the system being hit hard, the Great God suddenly burst out with compassion: "System, we haven't said the last feature of the Oedipus complex, this is the people here, they are sincere superstitions, they feel that those prophecies or something It cannot be violated, a prophecy can really determine the fate, you have to remember, this is not the East, the power of fate is absolutely great here."

The system nodded, and he understood that he was wrong here. He was a civilized person, but the other party was a pervert.It doesn't play cards according to common sense, and it hurts a lot.It's fine if you don't talk about civilization next time.

But this world doesn't know if there are too many perverts.

The system asked the master: "You said that not everyone in this world is like this."

The Great God is rare to comfort: "In fact, the so-called complex is deep in the heart. It only comes out to influence the outcome when making a decision. Ordinary people are quite normal. Most people will not kill their father and marry their mother."

The system understands.We are not neurotic, but the thinking of people here is neurogenetic.

Then he heard voices outside, and Mr and Mrs Evans came in.

At this moment, the little master was lying in the bedroom of the Evans house, and his wounds were bandaged.

Mrs. Evans took a look at his condition, and then walked out lightly. The system heard them talking in the corridor.

Mr. Evans' words aroused the interest of both the system and the master.

This is changing the plot.

Mr Evans said: "It was so miserable, when I went in he was lying on the ground, bleeding, and later I heard that the husband and wife often quarreled, which was his father."

"I want to adopt him," Mr Evans said.

Mrs. Evans was silent, and both the system and the Great God raised their hearts.

But soon Mrs. Evans said: "How can we do it, we already have two children in our family, and we can't afford the cost of a third child."

Mr. Evans continued: "But look at this boy, he was almost beaten to death by his own parents, and you know, he is a very good boy, so smart, so capable, he cooks for you every time, And both girls really like him."

Mrs. Evans hesitated, and then she said resolutely: "But, you know the situation of our family. Our two girls need to go to school. If there is one more child, we can't afford them to go to private school. They just have to go to school." It hurts their future too much to be able to go to public school, and we have to think for the girls."

Mr. Evans went on: "Why don't we buy less clothes, eat less snacks, and I don't rent baseball fields. This is a good boy. His family's situation is absolutely terrible."

The system looked at the master, and the master smiled at the system.Let's bet, I know there are many stories in ancient times in the East, such as a well-meaning couple adopting a poor child, saving money, raising them like their own children, and then the child rises to the top and treats them as their biological parents.But I bet there are no such people in the West.

The system thought about the words of the master, maybe the master is crazy, but what he said made him dare not bet.If the supremacy of the individual lies in their thinking, then even normal people will definitely think about themselves first, then blood relatives, and others will not think about it.

Sure enough, Mrs. Evans said: "I know a good boy, his family is not good, but we can't afford a third child, our girls are growing up, girls have to be pampered, they have to go to private schools , they need good nutrition, they also need to buy beautiful clothes to go to parties, or they will be looked down upon, and when they socialize, they need jewelry, otherwise, how can a good man pay attention to them. Honey, I can't let anything affect our family girls' future."

Mr. Evans was silent for a long time, the heart of the system and the master tightened.

At last Mr. Evans sighed. "I see, my dear," he said.

Mrs. Evans also sighed, this child is indeed very sympathetic, she is not a bad person.

Mrs. Evans said: "We can let him eat here later, just add another plate. And the little bedroom can be tidied up. The girls like him too. I can mend his clothes."

The husband and wife gradually walked away.

The Almighty glanced at the system victoriously.

The system sighed.

Then the system cheered up, it was nothing, he didn't intend to let anyone adopt him, he can raise the little master himself, and the people who have been traversed are good, he is the system, he has the ability, even if the world is not normal, he will It can raise a little master who feels great no matter the East or the West.

The system takes care of the little master.In the dream, the child huddled into a ball, frowning and blushing.

The system guards him.

In the middle of the night, the little master woke up, and the system looked into the little master's eyes, trying to see something.

But the little master's black eyes were dark, without any emotion at all.

He knew that the little master was injured.

Everything will be fine.

☆, the system is working hard

Time flies, Christmas is coming, the streets are full of laughter, and the Christmas trees in the shops are lit up.Christmas tunes were playing around, and little Sif carried a flower basket through the Christmas atmosphere, then walked into the park alone, and sat down on a snow-covered chair.

Little Sif looked at the lively crowd blankly, his black eyes were deep and empty.

He was at odds with the surrounding atmosphere.

The Great God affirmed that this is what a severely injured child should look like.Look at how dead the eyes are, how dumb the expression is, how fragile his sitting posture is, this is what a little professor should look like.

It really went around and finally returned to the right path, the great god took a deep breath, beautiful, really beautiful life in HP.

Except for that system, too much of an eyesore.The corner of the Great God's mouth twitched.

In the past few days, the system has looked at the little master worriedly every day. The little master has been like this for many days. He doesn’t talk much. He has insomnia all night and eats very little. Go to the tavern to work, and then return to his empty home to daze.

The eldest lady didn't know where she went, she came back during the day, it seemed that the scumbag father was in the hospital, and she was busy taking care of him because she took away all her savings.

The system knew that the little master was severely injured.

The system doesn't know what to do.

He once hoped that time would fade all the scars.

But the system has found this useless.

The Great God was very speechless.

Damn it, because the little master is not an ordinary person, he has a mind that almost never forgets.

Yes, this is also a hassle.Even the little master himself is eager to forget one thing, but his brain stubbornly refuses to forget, those injuries that ordinary people experience will fade with time, in the little master's heart, no matter how time passes, at any time It is very clear when I think of it.

The master finally understood why some people said that the little professor would hold grudges in the future.What a shame, for example, Blake, after he bullied someone, he might just put his paws on it and forget about it in a few days, but little Sif's mind that never forgets anything ensures that those memories will never be forgotten. Authentic, as if it just happened.Naturally, when I think about it, I get angry every time, and it is really troublesome if I want to forget it but can't forget it.

But who knows the little master's difficulty is not that he is willing to remember, but that he can't forget even if he wants to, even if he thinks about it, he can't forget it, and he can't forget it even if he thinks about it. The memories at any time are surrounded by high-fidelity three-dimensional images.

What a sad mind.

The Great God finally understood why the professor could be sad for Lily all his life, because his mind decided that these memories would be forever young.

It was a serious psychological problem. These memories that refused to fade caused the wound in his heart to be unable to heal no matter what.

The system is helpless.

The great god said profoundly: "Sometimes genius is not a gift from God, but a punishment from God."

At this time, the system asked the master: "Is there any trick?"

God yawned.

Then the system got angry.

Ever since he realized how dangerous this world is, the whole system has been in a bad mood.This world is so dangerous, people in this world will do anything for power, this world despises all ethics and rules, and there is still a prophecy in this world that seems very weird at present.

This world is so dangerous, life here is so unstable, and danger may appear here at any time.

But the little master looked desperate, if he was in danger again, how would he protect himself.

So the little master must be strong.

It can't go on like this, isn't it just a pair of scumbag parents, it's not worthy of the little master to put on a sad and desperate expression, knowing that this world is so dangerous, then why don't we do nothing.

A raging flame ignited behind the system.

He is the system, what is he afraid of.

The great god backed away, secretly glad that he didn't really tell the HP story, otherwise he would have no doubt that the system would go crazy, or kill the big boss, saying that the world's story power is so powerful, if one is not careful, it may really come back system.

The Great God is not willing to put himself in it.

He took a look at the system that was burning with the flames of education, and was greatly stimulated by his last lecture. The system changed its gentle oriental color, and he witnessed the transformation of a house-fighting system into a universal learning system. Maybe the future will be a □□The system of hegemony.

I told the system to take it easy.

The Great Master looked at the system, which was sharpening its knife. At this moment, little Sif was selling out all the flowers. He was sitting on a chair in the snow-covered park. The little boy was wrapped in a shabby coat, looking listlessly at the group of happy people in front of him. The black eyes of a family shopping for Christmas are empty.

The painting style is definitely Oliver Twist.This is the daily life of professors in the HP world.

Suddenly the system shouted violently: "Get up."

Little Sif jumped up in shock, and the system yelled angrily: "Go home and do your homework."

Little Sif was immersed in grief and froze for a moment.

The system yelled again: "Get up, people who don't want to be slaves, struggle, for the ideal and for the final victory."

The corners of the Great God's mouth twitched, the excitement was great.

Little Sif also had the same idea. He looked at the system blankly, but the system yelled again: "Action, move forward."

Little Sif jumped up. The eight and a half-year-old boy was not the professor he would be in the future. He jumped up and ran home after being bluffed.

The master curled his lips again, because when he ran home, the system immediately ordered the little master to sit at the desk and start studying immediately. This world is so dangerous, so study is the most important thing.

However, the thing that left the master speechless was later, the system formulated a perverted study plan overnight, judging from his plan, after completing the plan, the little master would probably become a top student.Or it may become abnormal. Too much pressure can easily cause children to become abnormal.

For the sake of our familiarity, the system, the child is less than nine years old, isn't it too crazy for you to make a plan for him according to the amount of college entrance examination review.

In the past, the Olympiad and other systems did not allow young masters to read, but now, the big book’s Olympiad is suppressed, and one book is limited to one day, and then there are in-class exams. The system opens its own learning task window. The first star was already full, and the system didn't even show the slightest bit of relaxation about it, only to see him frowning, and downloaded the translation of the junior high school textbook, because according to him, foreign textbooks were too idiotic.

Dashen looked at the little professor lying on the table, frowning as he looked at the practice questions of Dongfang Junior High School.

This style of painting is wrong.

I said the system, even if the little professor is a genius, but look, if you let a little boy who is more than eight years old, let him eat functions by himself, isn't he crazy?

You are not afraid that the little professor will be tired of studying by you. When the time comes, the branch will directly ask you to go to Hufflepuff or Gryffindor.

The system frowned, this world is too dangerous, the little master must learn to be strong.

Well, the master twitched his lips and said maliciously: "We pay attention to the all-round development of quality education, piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and poetry."

The system's eyes flashed suddenly, and the Great God knew something was wrong.This system has been greatly stimulated by him, God knows if there will be some piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

The master looked at the system, which was strictly urging the little master to solve the problem.

Suddenly the system suddenly realized, and now the great master watched the system walking up and down in front of him, muttering: "What should I do now."

The Great God asked, "What happened to you?"

The system 12 turned its head sincerely, and sat next to the Great God.

He said: "Master, please come and take a look, I'm thinking about what martial arts the young master needs to learn."

The Great God felt a thunder strike hit the top of his head.Professor Snape learns martial arts, and the professor will have a wand in the future.

However, the system said: "In this world, you must learn martial arts, otherwise what you said about father and son, brothers, there are too many perverts, the little master must be strong."

The system began to say: "I first planned to learn the Nine Yin Scriptures, but then I found out that it was wrong. You see, Mei Chaofeng was the first to learn the Nine Yin Scriptures. It seems that both of them are crazy, and then Ouyang learned the Nine Yin Scriptures." Feng, he also went crazy later, and then Yang Guo was the one who learned the Nine Yin Manual. All crazy."

Dashen felt that every screw he had was bad.Why did he feel surprised to fall apart.

The system continued: "Then I thought about the Nine Suns Manual, and later found out that it was even more wrong. You read the Nine Suns Manual, at first Shaolin monks were idiots, and then Zhang Sanfeng and others were not only idiots but also never married. In the end, look at that Zhang Wuji, he is obviously stupid, learning the Nine Suns Manual will make him stupid."

The system concluded: "In short, the most powerful secret book, the Nine Yin Scriptures will make you crazy, and the Nine Yang Scriptures will make you crazy. No, no, no."

Great God cough cough, I didn't seem to say anything last time, why do I feel like the system is insane.

The system continued: "But apart from the Nine Yin Manual and the Nine Yang Manual, what other martial arts are there?"

The great god carefully suggested: "Maybe learn the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon." I remember correctly that both Slytherin and Voldemort are snake-like.

The master began to fantasize about how big and small snakes bowed their heads under the professor's hands.It feels good.

The system thought for a while: "Let's talk about it later, the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms haven't changed much, so don't imitate my little master like a big boss."

The master continued: "Or Dugu seeks defeat."

The system said cautiously: "It seems that the Xuantian Sword is needed. It seems that it is not popular to carry such a sword in this world."

God made up his mind.He nods.

Suddenly the system jumped up: "This is it."

The Great God asked hurriedly.The system happily said: "Why didn't I expect that. There is a martial arts school that covers everything and all of them are excellent choices, and the school is also good at miscellaneous knowledge. The most important thing is that everyone from this school is handsome. Good luck or something."

The system said: "This is Xiaoyaopai."

The Great God recalled, and then he nodded, not to mention it was really good.

The system said enthusiastically: "The martial arts of the Xiaoyao School are probably stronger than the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon, and they are also particularly elegant. What about Tianshan Zhemeishou, Xiaowuxianggong, Life and Death Talisman, Lingboweibu, Beimingzhenjing , Whichever one is taken out is a peerless magic."

The Great God nodded, yes.

Seeing that the system is imperative, the master thought, it turns out that Professor Snape still needs to learn martial arts.

The great god began to wander.

It is said that a few years later, when those Gryffindor guys bullied the professor, would the professor use Tianshan Zhemei hand with his left hand and orchid flower brush point hand with his right hand, and Potter and Black would fall down at the same time, and then make up again? Lupine fell down, Peter fell down, and Lily fainted from fright.This picture is absolutely perfect.

The great god fantasized that a few years later, in the screaming hut, Nagini threw himself at the professor, the professor made a move of the dragon with regret, and made up a move of the dragon wagging its tail, Nagini fell to the ground, and then the professor pointed at Voldemort, Voldemort He raised his magic wand, Avada, but the professor walked up to him with limping steps, and then he stretched out his hand to press the acupoint, and began to absorb his magic with the Beiming Divine Art, and finally gave the guy who was limp on the ground a life-and-death talisman.

Long live the wizarding world at peace.

The master returned to the real world, feeling that he was stimulated by fantasy.

He looked out, and the system immediately happily let the little master into the space.

Have you started learning yet?

He saw that the system found a book of secrets from its own reserves, and planned to explain it himself.He sent the little master to go to the hot spring first. The hot spring has spiritual veins and is suitable for cultivation.

The great master deeply felt that human thinking has no limits, there is nothing impossible to do, only unexpected.

Professor Snape can also pick up the Dragon Slaying Knife.

He felt deeply powerless.

Damn it, don't get excited about the system, the positive energy is coming out again.

Little Sif was sitting in the hot spring, his face blushing. These days, the little boy was strictly ordered by the system to soak in the hot spring every morning and evening. Lingquan quickly repaired his wounds, restored the chaotic magic power, and washed away the impurities in his body , warm up the body.

The great god looked at the little professor, who was stretching out his hand to shake the flowers floating on the pool. The little boy was relaxed in the hot atmosphere, with soft black hair, delicate skin, and picturesque eyebrows and eyes. Happy feeling.

The Great God hurriedly drove this idea out, he was really affected by the system, after decades, the professor was an old man with sallow skin, greasy hair, crooked teeth, and a thin black robe.

The great master looked at the little boy sitting in the spiritual spring and playing with water, how could he not see the shadow of the above description.He complained about the system in his heart, how could he get out of the normal plot after the settings were tampered with like this.

He watched feebly as the system took the little master out of the hot spring, walked to a grassy field, and began to teach the basic skills of martial arts.

Yes, a beautiful meadow with all kinds of flowers.The great god complained, since the opening of the Lingquan, the planting space has also appeared, the system actually asked the little owner to buy a lot of seeds, and now the space is full of flowers, all kinds of flowers are competing for beauty, just the little owner does not need to find another source for flowers .And space flowers, absolute quality joint guarantee.

The Great God looked at the little Sif who was standing in the middle of the grass, surrounded by flowers and spiritual springs, wearing a white shirt, the front of which was fluttering in the wind.

The Great God closed his eyes and said to himself, it's just that the clothes are too big, and the wind sees through them everywhere.Isn't this little guy looking dusty, are you dreaming.

Oh shit, the positive energy is at it again.

In the middle of the space, little Sif was sitting on the grass. He was already familiar with the acupoints, and now he was understanding the internal force according to the system's guidance. Gradually, the magic began to follow his control, and beads of sweat broke out on the tip of the little boy's nose.

After finishing the meditation, little Sif opened his eyes.He felt light all over.

The strange thing is that even the sad things seem to disappear.

The Great God said angrily, it must have been wrongly hit. Although little Sif could not forget any sad things, he could use other memory to put this sad thing behind. Originally, the little boy was always thinking, but after the system, this is learning again. , It's martial arts again, how can there be time to breathe and think about it.

Even if there is something sad, it will be squeezed away by some kind of function, and the Happy School will naturally make him feel much better.

Then the positive energy diffused again, and the system still raised a good boy.

The great god was inexplicably sad and angry.

On this day, little Sif saw a diagram of meridians.After carrying it down, he sat on the grass in the space to rest.

The system is constantly making new learning plans.

"Little master, work harder next time, our goal is to cultivate both civil and martial arts."

Little Sif nodded.

The system continued: "The Xiaoyao faction's martial arts are good, but the effect is too slow. It requires deep internal strength. It seems that the effect cannot be achieved in the past few years. Young master, we still need to learn some other martial arts."

Little Sif was confused.

The system continued: "Let me see what weapons you wizards usually use."

Little Sif thought for a while: "The wizard doesn't seem to use weapons."

The system said: "There are always weapons."

Little Sif: "Wand."

Thinking systematically: "That guy from Grimaud seems to have said something about wizard duels."

"That's a wand, too," said little Sif.

The system pondered: "A magic wand."

A wand, not a stick.

The system came to a sudden: "You wizards use sticks."

The system was excited: "I'll look for some stick techniques."

The system searched and searched, and then said pleasantly: "Great, this stick method is extremely powerful, comparable to the Nine Yin Manual. Let's learn the dog-beating stick method."

Dashen felt that all the screws on his body really felt like they were all gone, and they were all struck by lightning.

The system still ignorantly shouted: "Little master, that's great, when you learn the dog-beating stick technique, we'll go find that guy Grimaud."

The system said: "Let's play a good game."

Little Sif knew nothing and nodded.

☆, father face to face

One day before the Christmas holiday, Mr. Evans was driving home. Under the dim street lights, he was distracted while driving.It is said that the baseball equipment he bought last time has not been given away, so he simply put it in the Christmas stocking this time and gave it to the little boy, and they will decorate the Christmas tree together in time for the holiday.

Mr. Evans sighed, why is that little boy so stubborn.He refused to live in his house for a day, and left when he recovered from his injury.

He still remembered that the next morning when he came back with little Sif, he and his wife opened the door, and were surprised to find that the kitchen light was on, and the little guy was busy with the bandages, made breakfast and put the whole kitchen including the decorative china They were all polished, and when they came downstairs, the little boy was cleaning the gas stove with his butt pouted.

One morning, the kitchen was like a little fairy helping people in a fairy tale, and everything was shining brightly.

Then the curmudgeon stood in the shiny kitchen, put down the brush, pulled the bandage off his head, turned around, and said to him and his wife solemnly, "Thank you."

This little guy, let him say what is good about him.

Mr. Evans sighed. His wife wiped her eyes with a handkerchief every time she thought of that scene. It was a crime. Such an obedient, sensible and caring child, what kind of parents would beat him up like that, what a crime.

This child is so annoying, how messed up his parents are.

Mr. Evans swore a few words, then sighed.The little guy was going out to work that day despite his injury, and he couldn't stop him. How can someone be so stubborn.They had no choice but to watch him unsteadily disappear at the intersection with a newly changed bandage and a basket of flowers.He said that it would be impossible to drive him, forget it, even today, he didn't persuade him to go to his company to take the car home together at night.

I heard that he worked two jobs during the day and night.

Mr. Evans thought about his wife's surprise when she found out. After all, his wife was kind-hearted. She immediately cleaned up the room that night, washed a whole set of sheets and asked him to live in him, but the little boy insisted on going home. Forget it. Don't think he doesn't know, he didn't see his parents when he went home that day, they are said to be in the hospital.

However, thinking of this, Mr. Evans sighed in frustration. The couple originally wanted him to live, but unexpectedly they gave the little guy a job.The little boy, since he was forcibly pulled here, has consciously done housework, and after being pulled by him, he even found a job again.

Really unexpected.

He even became the tutor of two girls.

Mr. Evans marvels every time he thinks about it.Little Sif was less than nine years old, so he learned all the lessons of elementary school.

Sister Hua'er was also very puzzled by this.

The most depressing thing is the morning glory girl, but she remembers that she personally found the textbooks for the sixth grade of elementary school for Sif two and a half months ago.

She had absolutely no idea at the time that Sev would be tutoring her two and a half months later.

The trumpet flower girl looked at Sif with a deceived look, if you have already learned the sixth grade, why did I have to look for the first grade textbooks for you bitterly?

Sif didn't answer, picked up her homework, and stared at it.

The trumpet flower girl had a cold war, and her eyes were more terrifying than all her teachers combined.She anxiously waited for Sev to correct her homework, while Sayuri, who was holding her homework, was already scared and hid behind her cuddling bear.She would rather be read a hundred times by the teacher than be criticized by Sif, it's terrible.

Mr. Evans looked at his girl's frightened look, and patted the pre-Christmas test report with satisfaction. Yes, they all made progress.He looked at his wife, let's adopt him, what a smart baby.

His wife was visibly loose.

Mr. Evans was thinking while driving the car at this time, suddenly a familiar-looking shadow flashed in front of the car.

The back looked inexplicably familiar, but he had never seen this person before.

Mr. Evans watched the man walk aimlessly on the road, sometimes stopping to look at the advertisements posted on the side of the road.This figure seems to have been seen before.

He drove along, and when the man turned around, he understood.

No wonder it looked familiar, this man who was walking in front and looking at the small job advertisements everywhere, when the man turned his head, he saw an obvious aquiline nose against the light, which was almost exactly the same as that of little Sev.

Mr. Evans opened the window and called out, "You are Mr. Snape."

Tobias turned his head blankly, seeing that he didn't know this person, so he said, "My name is Snape, who are you and what are you doing."

Found it, Mr. Evans looked at Mr. Snape, this is little Sif's father, the violent man.So he said, "I'm Evans."

Tobias shook his head, he didn't know the gentleman.

So Mr Evans said: "I know your son, he is friends with my daughters and has been at my house these days, I think we need to talk."

Tobias nodded, and Mr. Evans opened the car door, and he got in.

The car door closed, Tobias looked at the gentleman, and he jerked.

Against the darkened windows of the car, Mr Evans looked furious.

In fact, he is very popular. You know, Mr. Evans, as an ordinary person who does not know magic, even gave birth to a standard Gryffindor daughter, and that daughter also gave birth to a standard Gryffindor impulse An irritable grandson, that grandson also gave birth to three Gryffindor great-grandchildren. Although this man had never been in Gryffindor, he created a pure Gryffindor family.So how can you expect him to be a good temperer? Mr. Evans must have a Gryffindor character.

Although he had never been to Gryffindor.

Now Mr. Evans looked at the man angrily and clenched his fists.

Tobia flinched.

Tobias, as an ordinary person who does not know magic, even gave birth to a standard Slytherin, and that son later served as the dean of Slytherin.There was definitely a Slytherin in him.

Tobias ducked back and tried to open the door.

He also said this: "Sorry sir, I really don't know you, is there any misunderstanding, I'm sorry."

Mr. Evans was stunned for a moment by his anger. This guy looked quite normal, not a violent man.

So he said coldly: "I don't know that Mr. Snape is better, and there has been no chance to have an interview. Regarding your family, I think your son's custody needs to be considered."

Tobia was taken aback, and looked at the stranger: "What are you going to do."

Mr. Evans said: "Talk about your son's education."

Tobias was inexplicable: "What's wrong with my son. I haven't seen him for a while."

Mr. Evans thought of when he broke into the door and saw the child lying in the corner, he raised his fist at Tobias: "I can sue you."

Tobias felt that he understood, he straightened his back: "Sir, this is our family matter, I advise you not to interfere with other people's families."

Mr. Evans responded by punching the chair, and Tobias was startled.

Tobia thought: Irene, that witch, did she really go to find a social worker? How can I go home now?

Tobia was very worried. He was in the hospital for a while, and he was not very conscious at first. When he woke up, he found that Irene had withdrawn all the money left at home, and looked at his wife who was holding chicken soup. And this ward, Tobia's fists were itchy, and the last little money in his family was spent like this.

Erin is tender, my darling deserves the best, how can I go to a small clinic.

Wife, I'm just suffering from alcoholism. Now we will eat Northwest Wind. Tobia looked at the broth Irene bought for him, as if he felt sorry for his own meat.

However, Irene has been refusing to let him go out of the hospital. My dear needs a good rest. Tobia scratched the wall in a hurry. He finally left the hospital these days. Look at the small advertisement, Christmas, the whole family is going to starve to death.

Tobias was troubled.

This will meet another Mr. Evans, who raised his fist and wanted to fight, and Tobias was even more troubled.

It made him even more angry, and the gentleman kept talking about his son.This stimulated Tobia, he suddenly realized that during this period of time, he was not sober at first, and then for some reason, he really forgot about his son.

Tobia wanted to find a place where no one was around and beat himself up a few times. How could he be a father and forget to take care of his son? He thought that when he asked Irene at the beginning, Irene always persuaded him to rest while Said that the son is at home, don't think about it.

The more Tobia thought about it, the worse it became, and he wished he could find his son immediately.

He asked Mr. Evans, "Is Seaver at your house?"

Mr. Evans seemed a little worried when he saw him. He said, "I just remembered now."