HP Systematic Seaver

Ignored him, after a while, his head finally got better, and he sat up, supported his head with one hand and opened his eyes, and then little Sev saw Voldemort sitting in front of him, holding a cup of hot milk in his hand.He took it and drank it unceremoniously, and then explained the purpose of his visit: "Do you know what day it is today?"

The learned Tom must have known.

Voldemort looked at the little boy's expectant eyes, straightened his back, tried his best to think about it, what day is today, remember that today is not a holiday.

Voldemort's mind ran through all the holidays in Europe, and even remembered the Saint's Day that the priest said in the orphanage many years ago, but found nothing.

What day is today, he thought and thought, being looked at by expectant black eyes, how could he bear to say that he didn't think of it.

He thought, since it is not a European festival, think about further places.

After finally traveling around the world, Voldemort finally recalled in his mind that there seemed to be a big festival these days in the far east. When he walked there, he seemed to see a terrifying Muggle population explosion taking place in the densely populated East Asia. Migration, after asking, I found out that this big migration happens twice a year, and it happens around an important festival.

That festival seems to be these days.

The explanation of the wizards in the East came to Voldemort's mind, as if it was a festival of going home, and everyone had to go home on that day, and tens of thousands of people crowded on the narrow road regardless of wind and rain, just to go home.

Thinking of this, Voldemort felt he understood.The festival of going home seems to be called something related to spring.

Voldemort asked tentatively, "Is that festival called the Spring Festival?"

Little Sif felt that the answer was barely passable. After all, his father didn't know anything when asked, so he said, "Yes, it's called the Spring Festival."

Voldemort took a deep breath, fortunately he got the answer right, he was a knowledgeable and powerful dark wizard, he was happy when he saw the little boy lowered his head and opened the box he brought, and poured out some weird food from it.He leaned over to look, and found the food was very strange, one by one white strange substance, some transparent inside seemed to be meat and vegetables, and this white and slightly transparent food seemed to be cooked, and it was steaming and smoking.

Little Sif poured the dumplings into the bowl, and then explained: "This is the food in this festival. The name is dumplings. It is said that it is eaten when the family is reunited."

Voldemort felt warm in his heart, it was a homecoming festival, a food eaten only when the family was reunited, he recalled the sour feeling in his heart when he saw thousands of oriental people crowding home, then he raised his head and saw I just finished decorating the beautiful big house, and I felt my heart healed all of a sudden.

He also has a home, and he looked at the little boy again.

Since eating a family food together.Will it be family in the future?

Voldemort thought, Little Prince must have thought this way, otherwise why did he choose a family holiday early in the morning, and bring his family's food to share with him.

Thinking of this, not only did he feel hot in his heart, but smiles poured out from his face one after another.

He watched Little Prince take out a spoon, scoop up a dumpling and put it on the plate in front of him, and then he poured a lot of dark strange liquid into the plate, Voldemort leaned closer to smell it, feeling his nose sore.

What kind of potion is this.

He rubbed his nose, and little Sif gave him a blank look: "Idiot, it is said that dumplings should be dipped in vinegar during this festival."

Voldemort sniffled his own nose, scooped up a dumpling as well, and brought it directly to the child's mouth.

Little Sif glared at him, and then took a bite of the dumpling.

The two shared dumplings and it was almost noon.The two visited the big house together. Voldemort held the blueprint in one hand, and led the child in the other. The two walked and watched, their eyes shining, from the hall to the corridor, from the corridor to the living room, and finally came to the terrace facing the gate.

This is a large and spacious terrace overlooking the gate, the garden and the pasture. The two stood here and looked into the distance.The wind blew from the back hill and filled Voldemort's robe sleeves. He stretched out his hand and said triumphantly, "One day, this manor will become a place admired by the world, and the nobles of Slytherin will stand at the bottom of the terrace and look up. head."

Little Sev nodded: "I read the newspaper, and your group, the one called Volpes, seems to be established soon."

Volpes, the official name of the Death Eaters, is currently under preparation. The noble heads of Slytherin have agreed to join the group, and there will be an inauguration ceremony soon.

Voldemort nodded, and suddenly he had an idea: "My little Prince, since you said that today is a good day called Spring Festival, why not today."

Little Sif looked up at him, Tom was very excited and high-spirited, showing awe-inspiring look, but little Sif felt that this look was very good-looking, so he said: "That's good, maybe I can help you arrange the venue What."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

When night came, hundreds of candles were lit near Diagon Alley, in the conference hall called Volpes during the day, and the family crests of nobles were placed behind the ten chairs in the conference hall. Behind the high seat, the silver-blue Slytherin motto glowed.As night fell, figures in cloaks apparated one after another, and their names in the night were Death Eaters.They entered the hall, sat down one after another, and then waited for the owner here.

Voldemort walked into the hall slowly, walked up to the high platform, and sat on the high seat under the silver-blue motto. The nobles of Slytherin looked up at him, and signed their signatures.

When the signed magic ink released brilliance one after another, indicating that the contract had been formed, these Slytherin nobles had officially become a member of this group called Volpes in the daytime, but Death Eaters in the night. Slytherin finally had a master.

Little Sif was behind the throne, through a small hidden door under the Proverbs. He looked out and saw Tom sitting on the highest seat, while the nobles of Slytherin were below. The signed papers lay on the table in front of the dais, and Tom watched them from above.

The little boy suddenly felt a burst of excitement. He suddenly realized that Tom was doing a great thing, something that excited him. Once a boy with impure blood, by virtue of his natural ability and ambition, was able to go as far as possible. At this point, little Sif looked fixedly at Tom on the throne.

It was already late at night when the nobles were sent away, and Tom sat on the throne a little tiredly. Little Sif came out from under the tapestry and came to Tom's side.

Both of them were a little tired, but very excited. Tom looked at the signing documents of the nobles in his hands, and little Sif looked at the venue. The two people standing together felt a sense of working together.

They looked at each other.

"It is said that on the night of the Spring Festival, one has to observe the New Year's Eve, that is, one does not go to bed until the early morning of tomorrow."

Tom nodded, pulled the little boy over, and summoned two cups with a wave of his wand.

Little Sif hurriedly took out a bottle: "This is wine, it is said that wine is drunk during the Spring Festival."

He held up a bottle of wine in his hand. Voldemort leaned over to look at it, but couldn't understand what was written on it.He looked at the light again, it was white.

Xiao Xifu explained: "This is the wine drunk during the Spring Festival. It is said to be a bit spicy, so it is called Baijiu, and this bottle is called Moutai."

Voldemort poured himself a glass, the wine looked like water, so he took a long gulp.

A pungent hot air rushed straight to the head, like a fire burning. Voldemort was unprepared, almost lost his composure, and finally swallowed calmly with all his strength, and then put the cup firmly, Little Sif also raised the cup, but there was a system explanation, he just took a small sip with the tip of his tongue .

The system continued: "Click the glasses, this is called a cheer."

So little Sev took his glass and touched Tom.

Tom looked at the child, his heart was burning like a fire, he raised the glass, and the two touched again.

In the middle of the night, Tom dragged Sif, and a crooked apparition appeared on the highest point of his manor.While blowing the wind, he put his arm around the little boy, looked into the distance with a blushing face, and let out a rare hearty laugh.

"Haha, this is my house, this is my Death Eater, I, Tom Riddle, finally have a family and business, I am no longer a guest of the nobles, haha, I am their Lord, haha." Tom tightly Holding his child in his arms, he stood at the tallest manor in the whole house, staggered and looked into the distance, talking to and fro, little Sev couldn't understand what he was saying, but he seemed to hear Tom's last words, Tom whispered in his ear, "It's ours, everything from the two of us."

Little Sif struggled to support him, and was a little dizzy after taking a few sips of white wine. He looked up at the laughing Tom, and suddenly felt that Tom looked really good-looking and attractive. He liked Tom's appearance.

Sev stared at Tom's laughing face. On the top floor at midnight, with the brilliant galaxy in the distance, the system silently read: "New Year is here."

☆, start a business

It was a sunny morning, and Tobia walked out of the house with a briefcase in his hand. He was wearing a well-tailored suit, his hair was neatly arranged, and he looked like a business boss.

He walked in the dilapidated spider's end alley, recalling the drunken days last year, lamenting how much the world has changed.

Back then when he was hit by bankruptcy and almost couldn't get up, thinking about the life of getting drunk all day was not easy, but he just couldn't make up his mind to stand up.If it wasn't for his son, he wouldn't even dare to imagine what would happen to an alcoholic.

Tobias sighed, if it wasn't for his good son, how could he have everything he has now, his career, his passbook, his small company in the office building, people would never dare to call him that old thing when they saw him, but It is respectful to call him boss or sir.

It all came from that little glass of intoxicating liquid that my son walked out of the cellar that afternoon.Since then, his past has been completely overturned.

As he walked, he counted the profits for the month, whether it was fruit wine or essential oils, it was surprising that the word health care received incredible attention from all walks of life, and all levels of consumption handed over the pounds in their pockets In exchange for those wonderful liquids in little bottles of different colors and scents.Let him, an ex-alcoholic who just started his own business, make a lot of money.

Everything was brought by his wise son.

Tobias smiled as he thought of his son.

Suddenly the harsh whistle sounded, and a police car rushed over and brushed Tobia, scaring him to jump onto the trash can at the entrance of the alley.The police car yelled all the way and rushed into the spider's end alley, frightened the garbage pickers at the alley, and ran away without a trace in a moment of wandering.

Tobia stood and watched, um, which family had a troublemaker.

The police car rounded a corner and pulled up in front of Snape's house.

Tobias was stunned.He saw several police cars jump out of the car, and then they went straight up and knocked on the front door.

what 's wrong.Cold sweat fell instantly on Tobia's forehead. God, maybe he is not a good person, but he is really a good citizen. Apart from beating his wife, that wife is also a witch who is more powerful than him. Among ordinary humans, he is just He didn't even dare to get involved in gang fights while walking.What happened to him.

Tobias was taken aback, and he began to think, could it be that someone had sued him for the domestic violence in the past.

But it’s not right, it was all last year, Tobia looked at these policemen and shuddered, it’s not good, these policemen are not policemen from the nearby community, look at the uniforms on them, this is Only great people can find it.

Tobias instantly felt that something big had happened.He watched motionless as the police stood in front of his house.

The policemen got out of the police car, and a big man walked up the steps and knocked on the door.

Tobia's hairs stand on end, oh my god, there is only one witch in his family now, no one else, that woman Irene doesn't even have common sense, if the police officer sees the clue, what a mysterious laboratory will be caught Do it.

Tobias said to himself, it's okay, he knows what kind of temper Irene is, she must be in the bedroom right now, and she doesn't bother to knock on the door.

Sure enough, the police officers knocked on the door for a long time, but no one answered.They turned their heads back to the police car.

Tobia was very anxious, let's go, let's go quickly, our good people.

But the policeman stooped to open the door, and then, under Tobias's stunned gaze, stretched out his arms and dragged a child out of the car. The policeman dragged the child to the door, and pointed at the door, as if to ask Why no one opened the door.

Tobias could no longer stand in the distance at this time, he rushed over, jumped into the policeman's siege without thinking, grabbed the policeman's shoulders fiercely, and shouted at him imposingly: "You, Let go of my son."

The policemen were startled, and looked at him in unison. Tobia pulled his son over, then held him in his arms, looked around, and began to think in his mind, what's the matter, his nine-year-old son What are you doing, Tobias thought, his son seems to have the abilities of his mother, could it be exposed.

Tobia turned his head and stared upstairs, holding his son in his arms, his mind spinning rapidly, what if this is the case, his son can't be caught in the laboratory, so he should take his son and run away.

Tobias raised his head, watching the escape route from the corner of his eyes, and said harshly, "Police, why did you arrest my son. My son didn't do anything."

The policemen exchanged glances, and the one in the lead said, "Are you Mr. Snape? Unfortunately, I have to tell you that this little Mr. Snape committed fraud, kidnapping, stealing privacy crimes and unlawful resisting arrest."

Tobia's eyes darkened, and he tried his best to protect his son. What's the matter with all these crimes?

He looked up at the surrounding police, no, he couldn't let his son fall into the police, Tobia continued to struggle: "My son is only nine years old this year, you must have some misunderstanding."

He bowed his head and asked his son, but the son didn't speak.

Tobias couldn't help guessing that Irene said that little wizards are prone to erupt when they have magical power. Could it be that his son's magical power accidentally erupted this morning?

How can this be good?

The police watched the father and son remain silent, they took a step forward to narrow the encirclement, and then took the lead and said: "Then please come with us."

Tobias was in a hurry, he retreated to the corner, his eyes looking for a place to break through.However, the police surrounded them and couldn't find a gap. Tobias finally retreated to his front door. He said, "Gentlemen, there must be some misunderstanding. My son can't do those things. I refuse to leave. I protest against your violation of our personal safety and private homes."

As he spoke, he quickly opened the door and entered the house, and the policemen jumped up the steps and pressed on step by step.

Suddenly, the two sides were at a stalemate, but a horn sounded from a distance, a car drove in quickly, and rushed towards the police, and the police quickly evaded, and the car stopped firmly at the front door of Snape's house .Then the two jumped down.

Mr. Evans got out of the car, looked around in surprise, and said hurriedly: "Sev, what's the matter, why did you call just now and say that the police are going to arrest you, hey, the child is still so young, you must have messed up wrong."

Petunia also jumped out of the car and watched anxiously. The last time little Sif was sold by a bad guy, he was almost injured by a gas explosion. Petunia was there at the time, and the explosion scared her for months. She couldn't sleep well, she had already treated Sif as her younger brother.This time I learned that my younger brother had entered the police station somehow, so I followed my father in a hurry.

Seeing that Sev's younger brother was really surrounded by the police, Petunia rushed over, and Mr. Evans also rushed over, grabbing Tobia's shoulders, as well-trained as he was when helping him detoxify a few months ago, he dragged With Tobias rushing towards the car.

Mr. Evans, who loves physical exercise all the year round, is powerful and agile. After all, he has a grandson who is a Seeker many years later. Looking at her daughter, Petunia was clutching little Sif's arm worriedly.

Before the police could react, they saw that the Snape father and son and the rushing father and daughter had already boarded the car. Mr. Evans started the car quickly, thinking about rushing outside.The police were caught off guard and were swept away.Mr. Evans drove towards the outside of Spider's End Alley.

The policemen realized that the car had gone a long way, they hurried into the police car and chased after it.

Mr. Evans glanced at the rearview mirror and whispered to the three people in the car, "Hold on." Petunia immediately put on her seat belt, and Tobia hugged her son tightly in the back seat.

Mr. Evans frowned, stepped on the accelerator, and slammed the steering wheel. The car suddenly made a sharp turn, two wheels left the ground, and turned into a small road in the surprise of the police car behind.The police were stunned, and hurried to catch up, but the road was narrow, and the speed of the police cars slowed down, so they had to watch helplessly as they disappeared into a small road.

Mr. Evans drove the car, limping around in the trail near the spider's tail box, until he lost all the police cars, still thinking about driving to the river at an alarming speed.

The car was bumping abnormally, and little Sif's face turned pale. Tobia, who was holding his son in his arms, found out, and immediately yelled at Mr. Evans: "Slow down, the children are scared by you." Mr. Evans Seeing the speed, I saw a bush by the river, and immediately rushed towards it with great interest, watching the branches and the car body passing by so fast that I almost didn't whistle.

With a cold face, Petunia slapped her father's leg: "Dad, the police have already got rid of it, don't get excited anymore."

Mr. Evans finally tried to calm down. He drove the car out of the small road and walked slowly on the main road. Looking in the rearview mirror, little Sev's face finally got better, and he asked curiously, "Sev, what's the matter?" , When I got the call, you said the police were arresting you."

Little Sif struggled out of Tobia's arms. He was still a little dizzy when the car was not stable just now. He took a deep breath and said slowly, "The police said the same thing."

Tobias was terrified, and Petunia screamed: "It's impossible, Sev, you can't do bad things, it's impossible."

Mr. Evans nodded. There must be something wrong.

Sev was about to continue talking, when suddenly a huge object appeared in front of the car, lying across the road, Mr. Evans stepped on the brakes hurriedly, and the car finally stopped in front of the object in the middle of the road with a harsh friction sound.Mr. Evans rolled down the window and was about to yell at the person who was in the way, but when he saw it clearly, he was dumbfounded.

They saw a large carriage lying horizontally in the middle of the road. The tall wheels were plated with golden patterns, and the family emblem was carved straight on the door. They also saw four tall horses standing in front of the carriage. , snorting.

The four people watched in surprise, when the car door opened, a man dressed as a butler jumped out, he closed the door respectfully, came over and knocked on the car door.

Mr. Evans looked at him in shock. God knows it's the 70s. An old-fashioned full-time butler is probably only available to nobles.

The butler lowered his head and said to Mr. Evans, "My master is here to invite you."

Before they had time to answer, they heard a group of policemen rushing out from behind the carriage of La La La.Surrounded up again.Around Evans' car.

So 1 minute later, the four got into the carriage.

In the car sat an old man, wearing a fine coat, with shining eyes, and a gold watch chain peeping from the coat.When the police closed the door, they even respected him and called him my lord, which is a lord.

The old Lord straightened his eyes, looked at the four people sitting across from him, and then his gaze stayed on Sif.

Tobias and Evans clearly saw that the old lord looked at Sif, his whole body tensed up, his fists clenched, and even his breathing became a lot rougher.The blue veins popping up on his forehead indicated that the old lord was already agitated to the point of twitching.

Tobia hurriedly reached out to protect his son.

But soon the old lord took out a small snuff bottle from his pocket and sniffed it, regained his composure, looked up at the three people who were protecting the child, and said, "This week was supposed to be a day for a major event. "

Tobias and Evans were puzzled and silent.

The old lord went on: "Today the most gifted boys in all of England are gathered in London for the first round of selection at the Mathematical Olympiad. But there is something wrong."

Tobias pulled his son, could it be that his own child was curious about the Olympic mathematics competition and slipped in to cause trouble.He thought about it, his son was just curious, and it wasn't a big crime.

But the old Lord didn't allow him to say anything, and continued to complain: "At the end of the competition, we found out that there was a problem. The staff found that there was an extra paper. But the problem is that all the papers are recorded, and all the documents are completely formal. , we can’t determine who is extra.” The old lord said angrily: “We closed the examination room and checked one by one. We closed the gate and checked, but all of our personnel’s documents are complete, and no one slipped in at the gate. " The old lord pointed at little Sif angrily: "Finally, a candidate recognized this little guy as a toy seller on the street, and we almost let them go."

The old lord pointed at the child, and Tobias immediately judged unconvinced: "Sir, my son just slipped into a school, and it's against your huge momentum?"

Little Sif lowered his head in silence.The old lord blushed and reprimanded: "Of course we won't embarrass a child, but you said that your child, how did he sneak into the formidable Olympic competition venue, how did he tamper with us without anyone knowing?" The list, and how he forged the seamless examination admission ticket, and how he waited for the search with an innocent face in the end. The most annoying thing is that he ran away in less than half a minute after being discovered. He couldn't find it for hours."

Tobias groaned.

The old Lord continued: "After this incident, we searched the documents of the education system, only to find that your son has forged the documents for several months, and has been mixed into several large-scale exams. The National Physics Competition held last month , This month's Southeastern Chemistry Competition, and today's Mathematical Olympiad, all kinds of competitions have never been discovered."

The old Lord's eyes were bloodshot with excitement, and he grabbed his hair with one hand regardless of the impact, and tore off the watch chain on his chest. He said, "Do you know how we caught him? My secretary was watching knowledge on TV this morning. When we were on the Rich Man column, we actually saw this kid participate in the competition and entered the finals, we immediately led people to surround him, and let the kid run away from the backstage, and we had to mobilize the police force in London to finally arrest and bring him to justice.”

The old lord grabbed his hair and shouted excitedly: "Sir, I have never seen this kind of child. This kind of child is just, so simple." He took out his snuff bottle and sniffed, suppressing his excitement.

Tobia was sprayed with spitting stars all over his face, and he also understood that his son seemed to have forged his documents to participate in several competitions in the past few months, and ran away after being discovered.He also figured out this old lord, the nobleman in the newspaper who was enthusiastic about education and set up a study fund.

He didn't know what to say for a while, maybe his son was just curious and wanted to see it, and it was all his fault, he didn't let his son go to school, so he could only sneak in to see it.He was ashamed.

At this time, Mr. Evans looked at Tobias with a guilty conscience, so he raised his head and pulled Sif over, and said to the old lord, "You can't blame the boy. He is only nine years old. He didn't intend to disrupt your game."

The old lord took away the snuff bottle and sprayed several smoke rings at Mr. Evans. The smoke filled the air for a while, and all three of them coughed.

The old lord's face seemed to be dreaming in the smoke, he murmured looking at little Sif and said, "This kid is nine years old, isn't it? It's a miracle, do you know sir, this kid got the highest score in the physics competition he got involved in?" , The chemistry competition is a perfect score. As for the Olympic mathematics competition this time, he gave us the hope of defeating the damn Nordics in the UK. There is almost no flaw for such a young child to forge documents and sneak into the examination room. Gentlemen, do you think that when we found him in the Intellectual Rich column this morning, he had already answered 14 questions."

Petunia let out an exclamation. She often watched Knowledge Rich, and knew that this column had entered the finals. If she answered all 15 questions correctly, she would win a grand prize, which seemed to be [-] pounds.She looked at Sif in astonishment, it was not easy.

Little Sif raised his head at this time, and he looked at the old lord: "If it wasn't for you, I would have already won the award."

The old Lord stared at his bloodshot eyes and scratched his hair: "Little guy, for the sake of all geniuses, have you finished reading the Encyclopedia Britannica?"

Little Sif shook his head rigorously: "No, it's only been three months, and I only read the shortened version."

The old lord scratched his hair: "But the shortened version is about as tall as you when stacked." Several people in the carriage looked at the little boy in astonishment.

Little Sif didn't answer any more.

For a while, only the old lord was sniffing the snuff bottle in the carriage, repeating the words genius and child prodigy over and over again.

After a while the old lord asked: "Little boy, tell me why you have been involved in various competitions during these few months."

Little Sif was sullen, and then replied calmly: "Money."

The old lord had a look of disbelief, and he asked, "What."

Little Seaver said: "For money, there is money in these competitions."

The old lord asked tremblingly: "Is there anything else besides money, such as honor, knowledge, exploration, hard work, and good sentiments?"

Little Sif remained expressionless: "It's just for making money. It is said that apart from bonuses, there are gold medals in Olympic competitions, so they should be sold."

The old lord finally couldn't hold on and fell down.

Tobia picked up Sif, son, our family is already recovering, Dad can make money, really can make money, don't you work so hard.

Little Sif refused to answer.

For the past few months, all that Little Sif has occupied Little Sif is to make money.Because this is the latest system task.

The matter started a few months ago, when little Sif returned home after watching the new year with Voldemort, recalling this wizarding world along the way.The system chattered endlessly enumerating how the world should come and go frequently.Then the system came up with a brilliant idea.

The system program immediately spit out new tasks, and the metal voice spoke again: "New tasks, please pay attention to check."

Little Sif looked at the window that popped up, and there was a line of big characters written on it.

Magic self-employment.

Opening a store, this is really an excellent task, the system praised.

This is a task he is familiar with. Those time-traveling girls, which one doesn't open a shop, and those reborn girls, who doesn't have a dowry shop on the dowry list? He has long been used to helping these time-traveling girls, reborn girls, Future things are freed up to make money.

But this world does not seem to have such an advantage. This world is already in 1969. Those who made a lot of money in ancient times are almost all invented. People are very shrewd, but they are not very moral, and they all have a tendency to pervert. If you go to such a place to sell prescriptions, you will not be exploited to squeeze them out.

So he has never been able to start.

Until he saw the wizarding world.

Looking at Diagon Alley as if time had stopped thousands of years ago, the system felt that it had found its home field.Life in the wizarding world stayed in ancient times 1000 years ago. Everyone wore robes, rode brooms, and it was said that candles were lit at night.

A perfect ancient world.

What's more perfect is that this ancient world is hidden in a modern world, and he knows almost nothing about the outside world, so his little master can live in the modern world, then go to the broken bar, find the back wall and pass it over, and come to the ancient world world, and then when it’s time to go home, go through it again.This is simply the most convenient crossing in the world.

The system began to imagine that if he and the little master bought some gadgets in the modern world outside, walked to the broken bar, passed through the back wall, and entered the ancient world 1000 years ago, the gadgets in their hands might be The value is immeasurable.

Although it seems that wizards know magic and use magic wands to solve problems in life, they lack some necessities too much.

For example, fashion from Paris, where wizards always wear baggy, old-fashioned robes.

Like the Disney picture books from America, The Witcher's book is flailing but noticeably lacking in plot.

For example, music from Germany, wizards seem to be still in the middle world when they are isolated from the world.

Another example is the various trinkets for girls in today's society, such as the countless bridge and snooker games in today's society, such as the newly invented chicken essence and monosodium glutamate, such as TV sets and movies.

Looking at the magical world, the system felt that a gold coin was flying towards him, a pure gold coin called a gold gallon.

This is the normal style of painting, the system said.

This is the character I am familiar with, the system said to the Great God.The great god fell asleep by himself.

Excitedly, the system called for little Sif to explain.Then the two looked at the window of the new mission.

Currently the task is stopped at the first stage, called the preparation of funds.That is to make money.

Little Sif began to calculate, pouted, it seems that it needs a lot of money.His current savings may not be enough at all.

So the most critical thing at the moment can be summed up in one word, making money.

Xiao Xifu said to the system more than once: "Why do we open a store?"

The system is categorical: "opening a store is opening a store, and we want to make more money."

☆, the initial start-up

It was one morning, and the shopkeepers in Diagon Alley opened their shops one after another, lazily looking at the path under the sun. It was not a Hogwarts holiday, and there were few pedestrians.

Little Sif came to Diagon Alley. He did not wear a black cloak or hood this time, but he wore a black hat with a wide brim on his head, which was exactly the costume he played Zorro last year. Kan still blocked his face, with a little long black hair, still carrying a sense of mystery.

Little Sev entered Diagon Alley familiarly. There was no one around, and he hurried into Madam Malkin's shop.

The seamstress was sitting bored in front of the cutting table, playing with the tape measure that was trying to escape, and twisting the tape that was slipping away into a roll.Seeing him approaching, his eyes lit up suddenly.

Mrs. Mojin stepped forward: "You are here, what is it this time?"

Little Sif took out a stack of folded patterns from his pocket, Mrs. Moji unfolded it hastily, and then smacked her lips admiringly.

"It's the best picture I've ever seen