HP Systematic Seaver

He looked up at the dim Forbidden Forest and the frozen Black Lake in the distance, and he finally came back. At this time, the paddock was empty, and the students were all in their lounges. Wizard chess, maybe in the fireplace next to bacon and mushrooms, none of them will be outdoors in such cold weather. Voldemort drew a black line in the endless white, and came to the main entrance of the castle. He opened the door, and saw dim torches illuminating the corridor, and the entrance hall leading to the auditorium was also dim. It was over, he didn't turn his head, he went upstairs, the principal's office, in the place he was familiar with without mentioning a moment.

This time, will he get the Defense Against the Dark Arts job? Voldemort thought as he walked, he felt that there was little hope, but many years ago, Vice-Principal Dumbledore rejected it on the grounds of lack of experience. Now, After 20 years this reason has disappeared, does he have any other reasons.

Voldemort knew that he wanted to stay here, this was his first home and currently his only one, and it could provide a springboard for his future, because he wanted to be successful and had to enter the upper circles of Slytherin, but he was If he is of mixed blood, then his only way is to become a professor at Hogwarts. This special status determines that the aristocratic circle must be open to him.

Voldemort came to the headmaster's office to decide the place of his life.

In far away London, Young Sif and Creevey begin to learn the second verse.Little Creevey was very excited, because Seaver's voice was so suitable for these songs, it was better than the church ones.

He went on to the second verse.

JoytotheearthJoy world

The Saviorreigns ruled by the Savior

Letmentheirsongsemploy people are singing

Whilefieldsandfloods above ground and in water

Rocks, hills, and plains

Repeatthesoundingjoy all singing joyfully

Little Sif sang, the second piece was the same as the first piece, he quickly mastered it, he sang in a low voice.

JoytotheearthJoy world

The Saviorreigns ruled by the Savior

Far away in Hogwarts, Dumbledore is sitting in his chair, waiting for Tom Riddle. By the way, he is worried about this world. He checked Tom Riddle's information in the afternoon and found that he was running after Halloween. When he came back, he was very low-key at the beginning after he came back. It seemed that he had contacted a few buddies who had been accepted in school, and then sent him a letter of application.

Dumbledore looked at the documents in front of him worriedly. Tom came to apply for a job tonight, and those buddies were actually in the Pig's Head Bar. Perhaps his younger brother also realized the seriousness of the matter and gave him the news.

Those people are all the owners of Slytherin. Nott, Rozier, Mulciber, and Dolohov are sitting in the Pig's Head bar, waiting for Tom.

Several masters who are currently in the top aristocratic circle of Slytherin braved such bad weather to come to a dilapidated, dirty little bar that they usually don't care about, just to wait for Tom Riddle without complaint.

It seems that these people were Tom's subordinates when they were in school.

Now it is said that they started a small organization, called each other Death Eaters, and Tom was their leader, which is a serious problem.Tom, how ambitious is he, and what is he going to do.

Dumbledore looked at the door of his own office, and then he heard the sound of the door being pushed, and Voldemort walked in. After 20 years, the two met again.

Dumbledore seems to be thinking about the first time he and Tom meet, he is a professor, and Tom is an eccentric kid in a dark room in an orphanage.He fixed his eyes on Voldemort who was walking over, recalled the meeting decades ago, and suddenly felt that his face was completely changed, and he felt a sense of futility in his heart. Tom was no longer something he could control, he couldn't control him. , and can't let him go in the desired direction. Tom's future may be something he can't predict now.

They began talks, the first meeting of the heads of two major powers in the wizarding world for decades to come.

In London, Creevey Jr. began teaching Seaver the third verse.

Joytotheworld

All the boys and girls

Joy to the people everywhere you see

Herules the world he rules the world

With truth and grace

Andmakesthenationsprove

The glories of His righteousness

And wonders of His love and his wonderful inexplicable love

Little Sev sang softly.

Herules the world he rules the world

In the far north, in the headmaster's office, a conversation was going on, Dumbledore said nothing, waiting for Voldemort to speak, and finally Voldemort spoke: "I'm back," he said after a moment, "probably more than Professor Dippet expected." A bit late...but came back to reapply for the position he said I was too young for. I come to ask you to allow me to return to this castle to teach, you must know I see you when I leave here Much, and done, I can teach your students things that no other wizard can learn."

"Yes, I know you've seen and done a lot since you left us," he said quietly. "Rumors of what you've done have reached your alma mater, Tom. If they're even half believable, I It will be very regrettable.”

Still expressionless, Voldemort said, "Greatness breeds envy, envy breeds malice, and malice breeds lies. You must understand that, Dumbledore."

"You call what you do 'great,' don't you?" Dumbledore asked gracefully.

Dumbledore corrected him calmly, "Some. But on others you're still...with all due respect...pathetic ignorance."

Voldemort said with a chuckle, "But, Dumbledore, nothing I've seen in the world proves your famous point: love is stronger than my kind of magic."

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow. "What about the people at your command? What about the people who call themselves—or are said to call themselves—Death Eaters?"

Voldemort hadn't expected Dumbledore to know the name: he saw Voldemort's eyes glow red again, and his slit-like nostrils dilated.

Dumbledore smiled and told Voldemort the list of people waiting at the Hog's Head pub tonight.

He saw Tom Riddle's final admission, as frustrated as the orphan's all those years ago, that Dumbledore still knew it all.

Dumbledore then rejected his application.He called the job one that both parties knew he didn't want.

Finally Dumbledore asked: "But you still came and made an application. You must have something in mind."

Voldemort stood up, scowling.

"Is this your final decision?"

"Yes?" Dumbledore also stood up.

"Then we have nothing to talk about."

Voldemort turned and left the principal's office.Before closing the door, Dumbledore had an expression of great compassion: "I can frighten you with a burning wardrobe, and the time to force you to atone is long past. But I hope, Tom...I hope to..."

Voldemort didn't know what Dumbledore wanted, he walked out, ran down the stairs in a rage, and quickly walked out of the castle onto the snow.

He knew the way was broken.

When he came to apply, it wasn't that he didn't want the job in his heart, he came with hope, but came away disappointed. Voldemort was furious, and Dumbledore not only refused to agree, but also aroused his anger again, why did he say that he had an attempt, and even directly defined his behavior as a crime.

Voldemort slumped his shoulders in frustration, but there was one thing he had to admit, Dumbledore really knew everything, how did he know the people at the Hog's Head.How much unknown power does he have.

Voldemort looked at the snow field in the distance. On the night of Halloween, he made two plans. One was to become a professor at Hogwarts, so as to open up the situation and realize his dream.Then the second one is to use Voldemort's name and Slytheirn's bloodline as the key, and use the identity of a mysterious dark wizard from a foreign country to enter the upper floor.

As a mixed race, he vaguely expected the first route, so the name Tom Riddle was still used in his cover letter.

But this way has been broken.The old man satirized him for sending it to his door in vain.

Voldemort gripped his wand tightly, there was only a second way in front of him, from now on, he was no longer Tom Riddle, he was Voldemort, the mysterious heir of Slytherin from a foreign country, Tom's past was completely abandoned.

Voldemort strode away from Hogwarts Castle.

At this time in the castle, Dumbledore was also thinking anxiously. Tom's changes were beyond his estimation. He could no longer control him. Dumbledore looked at the documents he had collected. The wizarding society was in an unstable period. From the 20s, before Tom was born, those Slytherin nobles started a private undercurrent to restore the rights of their ancestors, the most representative of which was the pure-blood family tree printed anonymously by Malfoy and others, listing all the pure-bloods in the wizarding world Family, the influence of this genealogy is so great that it immediately distinguishes apart from the pure-blood families who are truly born noble, and also creates well-known pure-blood traitors like Weasley.Now that it is approaching the 70s, this undercurrent is getting more and more turbulent.

At this time, Tom Riddle returned, he has the blood of Slytherin, and the potential of Gellert back then.Once those Slytherin nobles found Tom, and Tom found the pure blood power of Slytherin, the combination of the two would have disastrous consequences.

Dumbledore predicted that perhaps a war between nobles and commoners was about to begin.

He touched his white beard, he was old.

Dumbledore recalled the students of Gryffindor in his heart, who had the power to become his successor, take over the banner of fighting the Dark Lord, protect all civilians, and then protect Muggles and hemp seeds.Dumbledore began to recall, the Potter family, no, Charluth is not in this business, the Weasley family is no good, and the Longbottom family is also no good, Dumbledore thought about these families, and was forced to Admitting that there is really no suitable one, what about the next generation, Potter's son is about to go to school, Weasley's eldest son is already going to school, and so is Longbottom, Dumbledore continued to recall a few children, and then came to the conclusion again, they It doesn't add up to a star and a half of Tom's.

Dumbledore sighed for a long time, there is no other way, let's do it by himself, he, an old wizard, is about to dedicate his old age to fight against the Dark Lord again.He turned his head and saw the Black Forest cake and kirsch. He was startled. The dream of Grandpa Candy a few days ago came back to his mind. Dumbledore looked at the cake and then lowered his head.

A dream is a dream in the end, his future will be another struggle, this dream is better to wake up earlier.He sighed again.

Far away in London, little Sif and Creevey progressed to the last paragraph.

JoytotheworldJoytotheworld

All the boys and girls

Joy to the people everywhere you see

Joytoyouandme

Joy to the people everywhere you see

Joytoyouandmejoytoyouandmejoytoyouandme

Joy to the World Joy to the World

Little Seaver ended the lyrics with a long coda, and Little Creevey jumped up excitedly, "It's even better than the ones in the church, we are like this, wait until the next community, you sing solo, I will give you harmony, and the last sentence is everyone together Singing, it must be very effective."

Little Creevey did what he said, and pulled the boys over to talk about it. Everyone nodded, and they came to the next community excitedly.

Little Creevey chose the front of a fountain, facing a small square and the surrounding woods, and then pulled Sif to stand on the steps of the fountain, waving for the wandering musician with the violin and the children with the tambourine to be quiet. A cappella is required.

Little Sif was a little nervous, and the system encouraged him verbosely: "Come on, little master, you can do it, look after you, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing."

Little Sif puffed out his small chest, and began to sing seriously.At the beginning, I was a little nervous, and my voice was slightly astringent, but then I became more and more relaxed. The sweet and crisp child’s voice echoed in the fountain and the small square with a rare magnetism in this age group. In the silent and dark snow field, only his voice echoed. .When the bright voice of little Creevey is added at the end of each verse, it becomes more and more that his voice is mellow and angelic.When the last line was sung, the last "Joy to the World." All the boys opened their mouths to join in, as well as violins, bells, mixed into a chorus, and the people around were almost stunned for a moment, as if joy had really come to the world , the angels are singing.

Little Creevey jumped up to ask for silver coins, and he patted Sever on the shoulder again: "Great, we should have found you long ago."

Little Sif dodged his hand again, this man was too enthusiastic.The system said that this little Creevy, if his family wasn't poor, might be a good salesman or a reporter in the future.

It was almost late at night, the last song ended, and the boys heard the Christmas bells, twelve midnight, and Christmas came.After Little Creevy shared the money, the children with hoarse voices left one after another.In the end it was just him and little Sev standing on the street, watching the lights of the clock tower in the distance.

Farther off there seemed to be fireworks, bright in the night, and little Creevey stood on tiptoe but could not see.He bounced several times, and finally sat down in failure. He looked at Sif who seemed to be sitting still, and asked, "How do you go home, do you want me to see you?"

Sev shook his head.

Little Creevey insisted enthusiastically: "No trouble, I'll wait for my dad. His milk truck turned around in the early morning. He was going to downtown London, and the milk can be delivered in the early morning. However, those old ladies Wake up to fresh milk. His milk truck will be here soon."

Little Sif still shook his head.

At this time they heard the tinkling sound of tinkling, a car came slowly and parked on the road, and Sev saw milk bottles on the shelves in the car.A man with an old voice waved at young Creevey.Little Creevey jumped up: "My father is here, I'm leaving first." He ran over and quickly climbed onto the roof of the milk truck, the milk truck started up again, and slowly disappeared in front of it with a tinkling sound.

Only then did Sev slowly set foot on the way home. The eight-and-a-half-year-old boy was also tired after being noisy for most of the night, and he walked thoughtfully.The system asked: "Little master, are you thinking?"

Little Sif answered, "Yes."

The system asked: "Little master, what are you thinking about?"

Sif replied: "When I was singing just now, I was thinking, Joy to the World. Will joy really come to the world?"

The system knew that his little master's childhood was not very happy, and he was unavoidably pessimistic, so he immediately replied: "I will definitely, little master, you see that we have made so much money these days, and then we will work hard to find business opportunities and work hard. , everything will be fine."

Little Sif nodded, and slowly walked back to his home on the dark street.

However, neither he nor the system thought at this time that the world is not getting better, but getting worse.

At this time, in the far north, in the snowy sky, Voldemort was walking slowly. Behind him, several figures in black robes followed. These were the men he took away from the Hog's Head Bar, the original Death Eaters.They once studied at Hogwarts together, and then they were attracted by Tom Riddle, the president of the student union. Their leader is the leader who brought them to glory.

Voldemort walked slowly, leaving the great shadow of Hogwarts castle, and also slowly leaving Hogwarts, and walked near the mountains, he heard his subordinates asking in a low voice: "Master, Do you want to attend the Malfoy family's New Year's banquet?"

He nodded and said softly: "Of course." He will attend the banquet at Malfoy's house as Voldemort, and his subordinates will get an invitation letter for him. Abu probably doesn't know him anymore, so that's just right, he is Voldemort, mysterious As a descendant of the Slytherins, Abramovich would see an interest in supporting him, and the Malfoys would be an important move in his grasp of the nobility.

Voldemort looked into the distance, he was about to step out of the first movie, he didn't know what the future would be like now, at this moment he suddenly remembered the flower seller he met while wandering in the streets of London on Halloween The boy, the one with the beautiful eyes, his expression gradually relaxed, reached into his pocket, and touched the wonderful straw baubles that the boy had given him.He touched the paper crane and felt better.

Voldemort was the first to Apparate out of Hogwarts, his black figure spinning and disappearing, sending snowflakes whirling like a tornado.His men also disappeared silently.

At this time, in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts, Dumbledore took a last look at the cake, and then threw the box into the trash can. He opened the cabinet, found a pair of half-moon eyes, took a deep breath, and silently Putting it on, when he opened his eyes again, his blue eyes became deep and lingering, flickering behind the crescent lens, as if there was a magic that could see through people's thoughts.Dumbledore told himself that the darkness is coming, and his task is to fight against the darkness again, to save the civilians, to save the Muggles, to save the Muggles, the dream of that cake is no longer something he can have, and the rest of his life will be another one. fighting.

This night, this meeting, formed two leaders in the future struggle. One completely abandoned his name and chose his own path. He was no longer a traveler who once wandered in London, hesitating for the future from afar, and the other One hides himself behind crescent-shaped glasses and gradually becomes a brooding elder of the wizarding world.This world is getting worse and worse.

After midnight, the milk cart babbled into the downtown area. Little Creevey lay on the hood, looked at the colorful scenery on both sides of the street, and said to his father: "When I grow up, I will deliver milk for you, and then When I have sons, I will let them go to school well, and strive to live in such a place in the future."

Old Mr. Creevey, the milkman, smiled benevolently at his son, and perhaps the grandson would deliver the milk too.

At this time, Little Creevey, who was fascinated by the light phantoms that rushed into the sky at night in the metropolis, could not imagine that after many years, he would have two sons, and he did not have to worry about their sons going to school, because they were 11 years old Sometimes, the owl will send a magical letter, taking them to a magical world, and he would never have imagined that this Christmas, Sif, who is beside him, will be the professor of his future children. What's more, when he was happily enjoying Christmas and singing songs praising God for sacrificing his son's love for the world, many, many years later, he would sacrifice his firstborn son for a world that he could never enter in his life. .Little Creevey now just smiled dreamily into the light.

This world is getting worse and worse. The new year will be the starting point of the two wars in the wizarding world. All conflicts and entanglements will unfold and become more and more immeasurable.

But under the night in London, Creevey is dreaming, not knowing the storm in the future, Sirius is also dreaming, maybe running freely on the grass in his dream, he does not know the darkness of the future, Regulus is also asleep, There were no poisons or ghouls in his dreams, Petunia and Lily were dreaming too, the little girl's life hadn't begun yet.

In Spider's End, Sev also fell into a deep sleep.

The storm is coming.

☆, the end of the bazaar

After Christmas, there were still people coming and going at the market. Little Sif stood in front of his snack cart, setting out snacks, and absently stirring the soup in the pot.

The strange old man hasn't come these days.

Christmas is over, so Santa is back to the North Pole.

Little Sif looked ahead, stirring the pot.

At this time, he saw the strange old man coming out of the crowd.

The strange old man's attire was still distinctive, but little Sif and the system felt that something was wrong almost at the same time.

Today, the strange old man was wearing a blue robe and a blue peaked hat. Little Sif felt that his temperament was a little different, as if he was an old neighbor who played with his children in a friendly manner a few days ago, but today he suddenly changed. At first glance, he became an awe-inspiring and respectable old gentleman.

Little Sif looked at the old man.

It turned out that there was a pair of half-moon-shaped eyes on the face. The blue eyes of the strange old man flashed a penetrating and flickering unknown line of sight behind the lens, and his temperament suddenly changed.

The system is even more strange about this. You must know that he scanned the strange old man the day before yesterday, and he felt that he would definitely find that the tag on the strange old man had changed when he scanned it today.

The system continues scanning silently.

At this time, the strange old man walked up to Little Sif's snack cart. This time, he didn't directly lean over to see what was cooking in Little Sif's pot. Instead, he looked at the children playing in a very lonely way. sleeve.

Little Sif put down his spoon and looked up at the old man strangely.The strange old man said: "Child, I may not have time to come here to be your Santa Claus in the future. I will be more and more busy. Maybe we will see each other in a few years."

Little Sif was baffled by him, but he heard that the strange old man didn't seem to plan to come in the future. Cabinet, took out the cake he prepared for the strange old man.

Dumbledore looked at the cake, which was a pudding topped with raspberry jam.The warm golden syrup was still dripping on the surface of the pudding, and a sweet aroma entered his nose.

Little Sif said, "I prepared this specially for you. You haven't come these few days."

The strange old man was moved again, because this pudding was completely customized to his taste, how did the kid see that he liked traditional pudding sweets and raspberries.

The system laughed, old man, you have eaten cakes for so many days, if the little master can't see it again, I'm sorry for his natural keen insight.

Dumbledore sat on a small stool, took a spoon and began to eat pudding. This is a traditional British winter pudding, with sweet syrup, traditional craftsmanship, and a thick taste. Dumbledore decided to forget those unpleasant things while eating pudding. Those smells from the exotic Black Forest, this is England, and this is what he is determined to protect.His effort for the rest of his life was to allow wizards in the wizarding world to eat this traditional British pudding in a peaceful place. It was worth fighting for this all his life.

Old Deng, who was eating pudding, showed a firm expression.After a while, he will go to the Ministry of Magic to attend a meeting of the Ministry of Magic. The seat of Wizengamot should be present, and the Gryffindor traditional family will also write letters to contact. The most important thing is that Malfoy seems to be running for the Minister of Magic , This is too bad. I remember that there was a young man in the Ministry of Magic, the one who always wrote to him. If he can help him properly and help that person to be the Minister of Magic, it should be good for Gryffin. How helpful.

Dumbledore decided to start his own campaign.

Little Sif looked at the old man strangely, whether it was delicious or not, why his expression was so tense.

When Dumbledore had eaten the pudding, he reached into his sleeve and produced a large book.He said to little Sif: "This is a Christmas present for you." Little Sif took it, and the book was very heavy and looked very classic.

He saw: "The Tales of Beedle the Poet."

Dumbledore also put a lot of thought into preparing this gift. There are not no collections of stories by Beedle, a poet in his family, but the problems are all in Runiwen, which the children can't understand. He bought it specially.

Little Sif looked at the book, thought for a while, and seemed to have heard this name before.

It was a fairy tale from the wizarding world, so he said thanks and put the book away.

Dumbledore once again glanced lonely at the joyous market around him.

At this time, the scan of the system finally produced the results.The system looked at its own equipment, and sure enough, the weird old man Christmas was stimulated, and all the tags on his body were changed.

In the past, he was like an expert, ascetic layman, and an empty-nester old man, but now his style has changed drastically.

The system looked at the old man, Mrs. Deng had turned out to be vulgar, and now Dumbledore's aura of a master of the world and a monk of asceticism was swept away. On the contrary, another kind of aura was accumulating in him bit by bit.

The temperament of the superior.

The system looked at the old man with new eyes.

It seems that Mrs. Deng has not only returned to vulgarity, but also held a high position. Look at the growing aura on him, which is exactly the same as that of the old matriarchs.

It seems that yesterday she was still the god of protection of the country, and today she went down to become an official and turned into a high-ranking old lady like Jia Mu in the Dream of Red Mansions.

The system is speechless, and this temperament is still growing. It is estimated that if we meet again in a few years, Mrs. Deng will not be comparable to the old lady, and if she accumulates, she will become the old lady. Only Kangxi's Empress Dowager, or Qianlong's Lafayette can stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

The system didn't know that the wizard who was talking to Abu in the distant Malfoy's house was also slowly accumulating the aura of a superior, the dragon aura defined by the system.At least the next time we meet, the system will never think of him as a stranger again.

At this time, Dumbledore said goodbye, and then walked slowly towards the exit of the market.The system watched his back.

Master, take it easy, you must know that it is really difficult to try to enter the world after being a teacher for a lifetime.You must know that in ancient times we had a very powerful teacher. She had cultivated on a high mountain all her life. This teacher had two big dreams. Participated in major events in the world, to attack evil cults, and to compete for secret books, but you see, the teacher is too old to enter the world, how can it be so easy, that teacher has been struggling for decades without realizing a single wish In the end, she made a dark and despicable plan before she died, and used her kindness to force her successor. The poor next head swore to carry out the poisonous oath. In the end, she was half for her own dignity and half for her own dignity In order to plan, the tower was dropped.

Looking at the example of the ancient teacher, how tragic it is to exterminate the teacher, you can know that it is really not easy for the teacher to enter the world.

Mrs. Deng, you have to persevere. Don’t read the newspaper that day and find out that you also fell off a tall tower, or you also force your next successor to do some shameless calculations.

Mrs. Tang, take care.

The system watched the strange old man disappear into the crowd.

The master is sleeping, otherwise he will definitely look at the system with admiration, even if it is the Gongdou Zhaidou system, but so many tasks are enough for him to gain insight into human feelings.

Although the system may not know how things developed, he guessed the result.

While selling snacks, little Sif took time to read books, he knew nothing.

In a blink of an eye, the Christmas season was over, and the Christmas market was over. Little Sif saw the vendors leaving one after another. He also pushed his snack trolley, found a place where no one was around, and returned the snack trolley to the system.

The snack cart disappeared immediately, and little Sif also entered the space. He sat on the grass in the space, looking at the money box in front of him.

The box is wirelessly expandable.The question, then, is how much he earns.

Little Sif picked up the box, turned the bottom up, and dumped the money on the ground.

Crashing, a lot of banknotes and coins rolled out, forming a hill on the grass. Little Sif held the box with both hands, and shook it again. This time, a lot of coins rolled out. The little boy was a little bit I was stunned.

The system couldn't close its mouth with a smile, and he said: "You see, just listen to me, selling snacks is very profitable."

Little Sif put down the money box, looked at the hill of banknotes and coins in front of him, stared blankly for a long time, and swallowed his saliva.

The system continued: "But this is only the first step. Next, we need to find other business opportunities to earn more money."

Little Sif agreed in a daze.He looked at the coin in front of him.

But when he got home, he opened the door and found Tobia standing in the living room, and little Sif reflexively shrank back.

Tobias looked at his son's reaction. He scratched his hair. This morning he finally completely detoxified. Mr. Evans let go of his rope, threatened him, and drove away.Tobia finally walked around the house a few times with ease, like a newborn.

Of course, Irene was very excited, but when Tobia saw Irene, he recalled the only source of income for his family, the passbook that Irene had taken away, so he had a bad face when he saw Irene.

Eileen returned to the bedroom in a daze.

Tobia stood in the living room, planning to give his son a hug when he came back, but the son reflexively hid behind the door when he saw him.

Mr. Evans said he beat his son pretty badly last time.

Tobias suddenly felt that his life was still so bad, and the ease of drug rehab was of course gone. He waved to his son at a loss, and said, "Son, come here."

Little Sif stood in the shadow behind the door, just not understanding.

Tobias was even more embarrassed, he said: "Son, Dad was abnormal a while ago, I smoked marijuana, I don't know what I did, now I'm fine, even that Evans said I'm fine .”

Tobias felt that his life had never been so bad.

But little Sif still didn't move, he said slowly and cautiously: "I really didn't use magic. I avoided it by myself at that time."

Now that even the system on one side sighed, he knew that one of his little master's knots was that he was a little wizard, and his father said he was a little monster, and the little monster was not a good boy.

tobia heard son