HP Systematic Seaver

Entering the hall, the nobles with their heads down realized that there was actually someone beside him.

A boy, wearing the same style of black robe as Voldemort, was walking beside him, standing steadily as if he was not under Voldemort's pressure.

Little Sif walked into the hall, he looked at the nobles, and then at Voldemort.Updated his understanding again.

Only when Sirius was restless and almost saved up, he didn't care about the nobles who bowed their heads and didn't dare to move. He could see that this was the mysterious person who took him to Halloween, and he finally came.

The ball at the Black family finally started, and Voldemort was quickly surrounded by the patriarch of the Black family and others. The Black family has always been loyal to Slytherin since ancient times, let alone this descendant of Slytherin.Chief Black and his wife welcomed Voldemort excitedly.

Little Sif sat next to him, eating cake with a fork in boredom. He hadn't eaten for two meals.So he turned a blind eye to the sight of the nobles around him, and ate the cake alone.

He seemed quite at ease.

Everyone around him was watching him, who was this boy and why did he come in with the great dark wizard and wear the same robes.The nobles looked at him. The boy was tall and elegant, and he looked like a nobleman, but none of them knew him.

Who is he.

Then they watched Sirius approach with a look of joy on his face.Well, as expected of Black's heir.

Sirius rushed over excitedly and sat next to Sev. He cared about the people around him, and said in a low voice, "Why did you come here? I've been waiting for you for a long time, and I thought you would take me out."

Sev ate the cake: "I don't have time recently. Let's do it later."

Sirius was unhappy: "The Muggle world is so fun, I want to go out every day."

Little Sif continued to eat the cake: "We'll talk when we have time."

Sirius was unwilling: "And why are you with that descendant of Slytherin? Why are you so secretive? I still can't see your face."

Indeed, before coming in, little Sif found out the Halloween mask of Zorro from the space and put it on for himself, he didn't want to be noticed. Voldemort also thought it was very good, and he didn't want the nobles to investigate this boy and cause him trouble.

Sirius leaned closer to try to see clearly, but little Sev slapped him away: "I think I have my own privacy."

Sirius looked at him unwillingly.

At this time Voldemort was talking with the Black family, and Walburga turned his head and saw that his eldest son was actually talking to that boy, and he couldn't help but feel very comforted in his heart. The eldest son finally has the style of an heir, and this time he even spontaneously entertained distinguished guests. , more and more like the future patriarch Black.

And the boy, who seemed to be bored after sitting for a while, Voldemort took out the parchment, and the boy actually opened it at the ball and read it.Sirius also leaned over curiously.

The nobles who had been watching saw Voldemort laugh indulgently, and in their hearts they emphasized the importance of this mysterious child several times. This child must be investigated immediately.

At this time, Bella entered the hall. She was wearing a black dress and a gorgeous necklace of old sayings around her neck. Lestrange's eldest son immediately went over to invite him to dance. Bella gave him a hard look and directly The refusal went to the parents who were talking.Druela immediately stood up and hurriedly pushed her daughter: "Why don't you go dance with Rudolph, young girls should go dance, we are adults talking here."

Bella stood still, and her mother couldn't move her anyway. She didn't want to be like those stupid girls who only know how to dress up, dance and chase men all day long. She likes to talk about current affairs.

But she also knew that this was unruly for an unmarried lady.

But Voldemort spoke: "Mrs. Black, it's alright, let her sit down, this age needs such a wise girl."

Bella sat down and obediently sat under her mother. She looked up at Voldemort. As a powerful wizard, she immediately felt the strength of the other party. She quietly listened to Mr. Voldemort and his father talking about the Ministry of Magic campaign. Regarding the matter, this gentleman was obviously wise and powerful, Bella looked at Mr Voldemort with admiration, this gentleman was different from other wizards, and he even asked her for advice during the conversation.

Bella was thrilled.

The conversation continued. On the table next to him, Sev carefully flipped through the map. Sirius looked at it curiously, but he couldn't understand.He really wanted to drink the soda he had last Halloween.

The ball was going on, and during the conversation, Voldemort saw Sev sitting on the sofa. Black's eldest son approached enthusiastically, and the nobles were also approaching the little boy. Although Sif took it calmly, Voldemort became angry.

He stood up, walked over to sit next to Sif, lowered his head and asked, "Are you bored?"

Sev replied, "It's fine."

Voldemort stood up and nodded to the Blacks: "I'm very sorry, Mrs. Black, can you let the elf prepare something to eat, the child probably can't stand staying up late, I'll take him to the side room to rest for a while." Mrs. Black nodded blankly, So Voldemort took the little boy to the room next to the hall through the side door.

Mrs. Black ordered the elf, and immediately called Sirius to ask him if he had found out where the boy came from.

Siri didn't say anything, he was determined not to say anything, he didn't say anything for the sake of his friend.

Mrs. Black looked at her son angrily, then raised her chin and went to entertain the guests.

The night came unknowingly.The atmosphere at the party was still strong.

☆, dinner

At 12 Grimmauld Place, next door to the Gala Hall, on the couch in the lounge, Voldemort was sitting there, with Seaver on the couch.

The sound of music was still coming through the closed side door, but neither of them heard it. They looked at the structure diagram of the mansion in front of them. Voldemort looked up at the beautifully carved wainscoting and window frames of Black's house, and said, "It's a nice style."

Little Sif shook his head: "It's too rigid, we can make a window sill."

Voldemort nodded, his eyes caught sight of the silk hangings on the wall again: "The hangings look too dull."

Little Sif nodded: "It looks dusty after a long time, maybe you can use the siding."

Voldemort recalled: "Lestrange's house was siding, but there was also wallpaper."

Little Sev thought for a while: "Wallpaper for the hall, wainscot for the living room, and closets for the bedroom."

They looked up and looked around.

Anyone who is about to renovate likes to look around when they go to other people's homes.

Even dark wizards are not immune.

At this time, several large trays suddenly appeared on the table, with bread and other snacks in them. It turned out that the elf brought the supper.

Voldemot and Little Sev turned their gazes back to the table, and then both of them stared at the bread together, ignoring the various delicate desserts around them.

Voldemort looked at the boy with satisfaction, and sure enough, the boy was very similar to him, look at the way he looked at the bread, it was almost the same as when he was a child, the two of them reached for the bread at the same time.Turn a blind eye to the dim sum around you.

There is no way, the habits formed in childhood will last a lifetime. Voldemort and little Sev are both hungry children. Experience has taught them that bread is the best food to satisfy their hunger. Those flashy snacks and so on can only be achieved without bread. texture.

The two quickly reached out to grab the bread, with exactly the same posture, and then quickly ate it.

The eating speed of poor children has always been well-trained.

Besides, neither of them had dinner that night.

For a while, both of them ate bread with their heads buried in the same posture.

Voldemort ate the bread contentedly, and felt that the bread tasted a lot better with this child.He finished one and picked up another, of course he is not bad at etiquette, in fact his etiquette is enough to set an example in front of the Slytherin nobles.

But when he took a big bite out of the bread, with no rules at all, he just thought, it feels good, it feels good, that's how it tastes.Tom, you have struggled for so long and finally won the privilege of living freely, let go of those damn rules that were laughed at by the nobles back then.

The two ate a few breads and felt full before stopping. Voldemort looked at the little boy and picked up the milk jug.

He poured a mug of warm milk into a china mug on the table.Then smiled and pushed to the boy.

Sev looked up in surprise, his cheeks flushed.

Voldemort continued to smile.

Of course I can see it, boy, you look at milk the way I did years ago.No matter how I looked at it back then, I couldn't drink it, but you are different, so drink up, drink more.

Little Sif looked at the milk and licked his lips. Since he started learning how to make desserts, he has been in contact with milk every day, but it is all exchanged in space. How could he be willing to drink it? At most, he would carefully lick the rim of the cup with his tongue after using it up.He looked at Voldemort again, held the cup and took a light sip.

Voldemort looked at the boy contentedly, and at the same time corrected a point of view, the boy's expression was not the same as when he looked at the milk back then, really, he swore that he was indifferent and mature back then, and wouldn't squint his eyes to act like a kitten look.

Then he took the milk jug again and poured the boy a glass.

After finally eating, the two didn't want to go back to the party hall, so they sat on the sofa and took out the parchment to continue their discussion.

Voldemort relaxed on the sofa, feeling warm and content, and didn't even want to move. As they discussed, the mansion on the parchment became more and more detailed, and he felt as if a home was gradually emerging in front of him.

The little boy sitting next to him bowed his head in serious thought, his black hair hanging down on the parchment. Voldemort didn't realize that he bent down and brushed his hair back, straightened it with his fingers, and then stretched out his arm very relaxedly, and put it on his shoulder. He felt good, so he leaned against the boy again, and the two The people were close to each other now, and he stretched out his arm to stop the boy's shoulder, as if bringing him into his arms.

The system has been looking at the scene outside, and was taken aback when it saw this. This guy, the guy with the dragon aura on his body is not only an important task, the system knows that this person and his master are really destined.

But little Sif, he looked at the parchment and didn't feel anything strange at all.After all, he is not yet nine years old.

Time passed quietly like this, it was already late at night.

At this moment, Voldemort still had one hand behind the boy's shoulder. He also lowered his head to look at the structural diagram of the mansion, thinking about how to give instructions to the family in charge of the decoration. The parchment was slightly rolled up, revealing the third parchment underneath. Paper.A topographical map of the lost castle.

Sev looked at the parchment carefully, and suddenly he stopped, looked at one of the places seriously, and his expression became serious.

Sev said to himself seriously: "The painting of this place is not right."

Sev looked at the numbers on the parchment, something was wrong here.

Voldemort heard it, he raised his head, saw the boy looking at the picture with a solemn expression, and he also leaned over.

Taking a look, Voldemort looked down at the parchment: "Are you sure you're looking at this."

Half of this parchment is a map copied from a Muggle, and the other half is an ancient map of the wizarding world.Ancient maps of the wizarding world were hardly any guides, but the Muggle half was different.

Since Voldemort searched books and finally determined the general location of the castle, he couldn't find any map, and in the end he had no choice but to take a Muggle map.It's the map on the other side of the ancient map on parchment.

Sev nodded.He pointed to the other half of the parchment: "I'm looking at this half."

Voldemort looked tangled, circles within circles, and numbers were written on the outside of each circle, he almost thought it was some kind of spell.

But he knew that the map had actually been copied from a Muggle.

He looked at Sif strangely: "Don't you understand half of it?"

Little Sif pursed his lips, and it took him a while before he said, "Yes."

How could he not understand.

Of course, little Sif knew the map that was surrounded by traps.

Because recently he is self-studying the textbook for the first grade of junior high school, and the introduction of this kind of map is clearly written in the geography textbook for the first grade of junior high school.

Quite simply, it's not some mysterious password.

This is a very normal layered and tinted contour map.

But wizards really couldn't understand it, and Voldemort, even though he had traveled to many places, unfortunately he always had adventures in desolate places and never went to a junior high school to attend a class, so of course he couldn't understand this map.He didn't go to middle school after all.

Little Sif pointed to the map and analyzed it: "The terrain here should be a swamp. I can see many pools and few islands. The rest are quagmire, right?"

Voldemort looked up and down with his eyes wide open, and then he said, "How did you see that?"

Little Sif nodded: "I can understand this picture, and I also see that it should be a map taken by ordinary people with instruments."

Voldemort nodded: "It was indeed taken by a Muggle." He had no choice but to copy it because he couldn't find a map nearby

Did he really understand it?

Voldemort looked at little Sev excitedly.

Little Seaver continued: "I have remeasured every line, but there seems to be an unknown situation in this area."

He said in confusion: "From the change of contour lines, everything is normal, but the problem is that the intervals of each contour line in this area are completely equal and evenly distributed, which seems to be an ideal situation, so I prefer to It tends to be that when the instrument measures this area, it hesitates some interference signals and a problem occurs, and the data is automatically ignored."

He still wanted to continue analyzing, but Voldemort stretched out his hand excitedly, hugged him and shouted, "It turned out to be like this."

He was so excited that he almost stood up, took a big sip of milk, and said, "I've been looking for this place for a long time. This swamp is the birthplace of the Slytherin family. It is said that there is an ancient Slytherin castle there, but there is no one there. know the way."

Voldemort picked up the map: "But now there is a problem with the Muggle map, which means that there is a powerful interference spell in this area, making the Muggle ignore this place, so that's it."

Voldemort pointed to this place with his finger: "The place with the magic of ignoring is what we are looking for."

Slytherin Castle.

Voldemort became agitated.

Little Sif looked at each other blankly. The boy who hadn't reached the age of nine vaguely knew about Slytherin Academy, but helplessly he didn't have a sense of himself, and he wasn't as excited as Voldemort.

Voldemort said excitedly: "This is the castle left by my distant ancestors. It has been lost for nearly a thousand years. The earliest home of our family."

Little Sif understood that this castle was his earliest home, no wonder he was so excited, a home that had been lost for 1000 years.He seriously thought about leaving home alone, lost for 1000 years, and then suddenly felt miserable.

He felt worthy of sympathy, and deeply understood why he was so happy.

Voldemort stood up at this moment, holding a map in his hand and said to him excitedly, "We'll go there right away."

Little Sif looked at the sky. It was dark and dark at night, so he was sure to find it. He remembered correctly that the map said it was a swamp. Wouldn't it be possible to get lost in the swamp at night in winter?

But Voldemort was about to leave.

Little Sif sighed, he could understand that a home that had been lost for 1000 years must be very exciting.

So he nodded, Voldemort opened his arms to him, he walked over, and the other party hugged him tightly and quickly disapparated.

☆, Elderberry

In the swamp late at night, two figures appeared out of thin air.

Standing on the land at the edge of the swamp, Voldemort looked up, then lowered his head and touched the top of the child in his arms.

Little Sif remained motionless, holding Voldemort's waist tightly with both hands, and buried his face in his arms.

Voldemort stroked the child's hair and shoulders again.

Little Sif remained motionless as he hugged him closer and closer.

Voldemort could only stand quietly, comforting the little boy in his arms.

This is really helpless, the system said that his little master simply hugged him this time, without using any killing moves.

His little master is just a little unsteady now.

That apparition was really uncomfortable, it turned like it was squeezed out of a tube, and his little master was dizzy now.

Little Sif is really suffering now, he is not a strong boy, and in the future he will also be a boy who has no strengths in riding a broom.

Anyway, he fainted.Apparated like motion sickness and seasickness.

He felt dizzy and his legs were weak now, and he could only hold tightly to the only thing beside him, which was Voldemort.

So he hugged him tighter and tighter, the huge centrifugal force during the apparation just now made him almost thrown away, but fortunately Voldemort hugged him, so now he conditioned reflexively to hold him tightly and refuse to let go.

Voldemort had no choice but to stand and wait for him to catch his breath. He looked around, the dark swamp and trees, the sky and the earth were all black, only the faint starlight illuminated the endless flat quagmire in front of him, as if there were only the two of them in the sky and the earth, And the other party just hugged his waist, as if he was the only existence in the world.

He stroked the soft top of the little boy's head with his hand.

He didn't want to admit that he felt fine, and the corners of his mouth gradually opened towards his ears.

After a while, little Sif came to his senses, raised his head, and suddenly found that there seemed to be something wrong with his posture, so he hurriedly backed away.

Voldemort immediately stretched out his hand to grab the little boy: "Don't move." There was a quagmire behind him.

Little Sev also felt that his foot was wrong, it seemed to be soft, so he had no choice but to step back, still tightly squeezed with Voldemort on the only ground.

Voldemort hugged the child again, feeling really good inside.

They stood for a while, and began to think about how to walk. The swamp was not a good place to walk. If they waded in the water, they would be covered in mud after a while, but it was clear that Voldemort didn't know the specific road here.

Little Sev looked up at Voldemort.

Voldemort was very worried. He knew that wizards could do something about this situation. They could ride a broom, but the problem was that he couldn't use his own ability to ride a broom, let alone bring someone with him.

Why did the Ministry of Magic ban flying carpets?

Voldemort fell into a deep depression.He should study human flight earlier, he can fly with a magic wand, and all brooms and the like will be eliminated.

But he didn't research it now, so he looked at the quagmire for a while and didn't know what to do.

Could it be him, he is Voldemort, the future Lord of the wizarding world.

Voldemort thought for a while, then he pulled out his wand, and whispered something to a big tree behind him, a huge branch was cut off, and he said a magnification spell on the branch again, until every leaf was When he could step on his feet, he held the boy and stood on the branch. Then he pointed at the branch with his wand and said the floating spell, and the branch flew up and took them to the sky above the quagmire.

On a winter night, the endless swamp could not be seen clearly under the starry sky, only the pools of water reflected the faint starlight, and a strange-shaped object floated there. Floating up, little Sif sat on the branch in front of the branch. The enlarged leaves were thickly spread into a blanket and stepped on his feet. He picked up the map and struggled to distinguish the terrain under his feet.

But in the middle of the night, it was pitch black when he looked down, and he couldn't see anything, so he turned his head and stared at Voldemort.

Voldemort was concentrating on letting the branch float, but when he stared at him like this, with a flick of his wand, the branch fell bumpily, and it took a long time to stabilize.

Little Sif was still dizzy just now, and he won't be very good at riding a broom in the future. He didn't dare to sit in front after being bumped like this. He immediately grabbed the leaves and stood up and leaned against Voldemort, feeling that his feet were a little soft, and kept leaning It was only when he reached the opponent that he reluctantly let go of his heart.

So Voldemort tried his best to be steady, and at the same time let his wand emit a bright light on the quagmire below.

They floated slowly thinking about the depths of the swamp.

After a while, the night was cold, the two of them carefully looked at the map but couldn't find the problematic place.

Voldemort had already sat down, he was holding his wand to maintain afloat, while maintaining the lighting, while releasing the isolation and warming spells, the dark wizard felt very busy, and he had to be distracted to find the landforms.

And little Sif worked hard to look down and check the map.Since this castle is so important, so important that he ran here in the middle of the night, he must work hard to find it.

Little Sif said, "Can you show me the direction?"

Voldemort was sweating a little. He kept his lights afloat, maintained his temperature, and watched the terrain. Now he had to keep his wand pointing due south.

Even the greatest Dark wizards are a bit overused.He said a directional spell.

The branch slammed down again, then stabilized.Little Sif hurriedly shrank back.Finally, he shrank in front of Voldemort.

So in the dark night, a thick branch in the swamp floated horizontally in the air. A man was sitting on it, and a boy was sitting close to him in front of him. The two were close together, flying in the air.

Finally, after a long time, little Sif looked at the hill in the distance, and compared it with the map. He looked at the one below, and finally found it.

He pointed to the front with certainty: "This is the place."

Voldemort pointed his wand there immediately.

It doesn't look abnormal, it seems to be a quagmire, but there is a small piece of land, probably enough for a person to stand on, and a plant grows obliquely on the edge of the land, and it is not clear what kind of plant it is.

He commanded the branch to fall on the land.

At first glance, there seemed to be no difference. He stood there and used several spells, but he didn't find anything hidden.It seemed that it was some island in the mire.

He continued to use a few very powerful spells, but there was still nothing unusual, and he couldn't help but feel a little angry.

He waved his wand and continued to cast magic, and soon the airflow began to swirl along the small island, and the plant growing obliquely beside the water began to shake in the airflow, the little boy was standing in front of the plant, feeling that the airflow was not right, he was surprised turn around.

Voldemort used magic impetuously, and the surroundings began to turmoil, but there was still nothing unusual here.

He looked at the land in frustration, and a thought could not be suppressed in his heart, could it be that the castle of his ancestors was not a descendant of him, because he was a mixed race, and because his mother also came from a declining old nobleman, he was not eligible to enter Castle of Slytheirn.

He couldn't help getting more and more frustrated.The wand waved, and there was a surge of magical energy everywhere.

Negative emotions were suddenly aroused, and his strength began to boil, looking for release.He waved his wand.

After a while, he suddenly thought of the boy who came with him. The child could bear such strength, he seemed to wake up suddenly, and looked around hastily.

The little boy was standing by the plant leaning towards the water surface, standing solemnly, but seemed unharmed.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

But the little boy suddenly stretched out his hand and said to him, "It's right here, didn't you notice it?"

He looked around blankly, but there was nothing.

Sif looked at him, and then said in a steady voice: "You are too anxious, now use your feelings seriously."

He raised his hand, as if pointing to the land.

Voldemort was very strange, but he calmed himself down, stood here, and felt it with his magic power.

He swept every inch of the ground with his magic power, not letting go of any traces, but found nothing.

But Sif was unusually firm. He said, "You have to feel it."

So he meticulously and slowly released his magic to search all the spaces here.

Still nothing.

The little boy looked at him, as if wondering why he didn't know. Voldemort made up his mind to completely calm himself down, and then he seriously felt all the magic around him.

At this moment, he finally felt that a very subtle and weak magic power was leaking intermittently from somewhere on the ground, and if he didn't pay attention, he would not be able to detect it.

Surprised, he used his magic power to search for the weak magic power, and then found that the magic power disappeared on this land.

It's like hallucination.

But he was sure that the magical power was not his fantasy, because he felt an ancient and strong factor close to his magic power.The two magic powers are very similar, but the leaked one is more ancient, pure and mellow.

He looked around.

He understood that he was now at the outermost edge of the hidden castle. For 1000 years, that castle was protected by a certain barrier. Only a few strands of magic power were secretly revealed here, and it was difficult to be noticed.

He himself almost ignored it.

Voldemort suddenly became excited. He finally found the Slytherin castle. Although he couldn't enter it temporarily, he had already determined the location.

He regained his confidence immediately.

He looked at the little boy. This child was the first to feel the magic power. He looked at the child seriously. He had the same powerful magic and the same smart mind as he did back then, and was very sharp. This boy will be very outstanding in the future.

He looked at the boy seriously.

But now Sev was looking at the sloping plant by the water.

He reached out and touched it, and it felt good, so he asked the system, "What is this?"

The system scanned it: "Master, this is an elder tree."

Sev touched the elderberry growing in the mud and felt that the branch was tough and not rough. He pulled it hard and it was very elastic.

Sev thought for a while: "System, this elderberry is not bad."

The system understands.

He said in surprise: "Little master, you mean that the elderberry branch is very suitable, it's great. Great, I've been looking for a suitable stick for a long time, little master, give it a try."

Voldemort watched as Sev knelt down, stroking every branch of the elderberry, as if he was carefully selecting.

He didn't understand why.

Finally, Sev found a suitable elder tree branch. He slowly touched the branch from the treetop to the trunk, and felt it was perfect, so he pulled it off and split it in the air. The elderberry felt good when it passed through the air.

The system carefully looked at it happily: "This is so lucky. I have been worried for a long time that I can't find a suitable stick here. Look at the whole London, I can't see half a bamboo. What should I do if I don't have a stick if I want to learn how to stick?" , I was thinking of a magic wand before, but it seems that I can't buy it for the time being, which is great, it is as flexible as an elderberry stick, and it is almost the same as the gang leader's green bamboo stick, now I found it."

Little Sif was very happy. He picked up the elderberry stick, followed the moves he had learned, and struck the air again. For a while, there were whistling winds in all directions.

Little Sif performed according to the moves, and the magic power gradually covered the stick as internal force, and his surroundings were immediately filled with magic power.

Voldemort watched in amazement, the little boy seemed to be just waving a stick that had been folded from the water's edge, but the magic power on his body soared in an instant, it was like a magic riot but it didn't lose control at all.

It's amazing.

Voldemort stared blankly at the figure of the little boy.

After a while, little Sif finished a set of stick techniques. He stopped and saw Voldemort looking at him, so he suddenly felt embarrassed, and hurriedly changed the subject: "This is an elder tree, don't you know that elder trees Wooden fairy tale?"

Voldemort said he didn't know, he had never read fairy tales when he was a child.

Sev hadn't read it before, but the old man gave him a copy of Beedle's tales after Christmas.So he knew the fairy tale of the elderberry.

So he sat down beside Voldemort, elderberry in his hand and began to tell.

"It is said that in the Middle Ages, a wizard met Death by a river, and Death promised to fulfill his request, so he asked for the most powerful wand in the world. Death took a branch from the elderberry by the river and made it for him A wand. This wand can make him the most powerful."

Voldemort nodded, it sounded good, but he didn't take it seriously, he was an adult, this was just a fairy tale.

Little Sif continued: "So the wizard who got the elderberry wand left the river. He really never failed again, so he was very happy. One day he went to a tavern and boasted that he had a magic wand that never failed. He was drunk, and a thief crept into his room, stole his wand, and slit his throat."

Voldemort nodded, and he said, "This wizard is too unguarded."

Little Sif agreed, and he suddenly thought of the old man.

The strange old man always said to the children tirelessly at Christmas, you must be good children, be obedient, and be happy every day. Little Sev and the strange old man stayed in the snack cart, and he was tired of listening, little Sif Suddenly I thought if it was the old man, what would he say after telling this fairy tale.

He thought for a while and said, "Maybe this fairy tale is telling us not to be greedy. The most powerful force in the wand made by Death is the power of destruction."

Voldemort smiled, and he shook his head: "No, ordinary people may think so, but that's why they have always been ordinary people. This wizard didn't die in pursuit of great power, on the contrary he died in his own inadequacy, he pursued The most powerful force but can't control his own ability, he is a person who likes to brag about his lack of vigilance, so the powerful force will eventually backfire."

Little Sif thought about it and found it made sense.

Voldemort continued: "There is no shame in being strong. Only those who lack power will be afraid of power. Only those who are not enterprising will be afraid of change. If we have power, wisdom, and magic, we should be proud. Only those who are cowardly and courageous Small people are afraid."

Little Sif has never heard of this point of view, and he thought he was a