HP Systematic Seaver

But mask four times a week will be counterproductive, it is not good for people.

So he shook his head, no.

Tom didn't object. When the little boy proposed to go home today, although he was reluctant, he didn't object, because he could see that his little boy didn't like being locked up.

His little boy is a smart, assertive child, just like he was back then, would he be willing to be locked up in the game room or study room by himself, it would be very painful for him back then, even if the other party cared about him for him .

So Voldemort reluctantly let go, and promised his little Prince to move freely, but he was not happy in his heart. He had been used to having another person in his big house these days, and when he thought of This time when he went back to face the empty house, he got angry.

But that was no reason for him to lock up the little boy, so he just stood and watched the boy disappear into the intersection.

Tom stood silently for a long time, wondering what to do when he went back, he suddenly didn't want to go back, and then he thought of the Horcrux.

Tom knew that his face became like this, not just a magic experiment, but definitely a Horcrux problem, but he didn't care before, but it's okay if he really doesn't care, Tom thought, if he continues to make Horcruxes, is it his face? It becomes more special, so what should I do.

But give up the Horcrux? No, he can't do it, so Tom Apparated, he decided to go back and study the Horcrux thoroughly, and try to find a strategy for making the Horcrux that hurts him the least.

Little Sif walked back home alone. In the early morning, Tobias was sitting in the living room. Little Sif was taken aback, but saw Tobia panting for a long time when he appeared at the door, and rushed over to hug him. He looked him up and down to make sure he was fine.

Little Sif calmly let his father look at him, feeling that he was a little too nervous, so he patted Tobia's shoulder, and said, "I'm back, I took No.1, are you okay?"

Tobia took a deep breath again, then picked up his son, walked into the living room and said, "You're fine, my God, I'm too worried, fortunately, fortunately, no one will make things difficult for you."

Little Sif thought of those inexplicable agents, and he fell silent.

Tobias looked at him silently, couldn't help but grabbed his arm, and yelled: "No one bullies you, if someone dares to bully you, I will make them pay the price, and I will make him pay the price if I go bankrupt. "

Little Sif shook his head hastily, his father seemed a little impatient.

At this time, several figures appeared outside the front door, and Tobia hugged his son in his arms.

It was the old lord who came in, beside him was a person in charge of MI5, followed by a young clerk.

Tobia hugged his son tightly, but the people who came stopped politely, especially the old Lord and the person in charge of MI5, who were relieved to see little Sif appeared intact.

Ever since they learned about the family background of Little Sif's mother, their agents have been desperately searching for Little Sif in Romania. This is the son of the only daughter of the royal family. No matter what concept they use, this is the heir of the royal family. How confident are they? , can deal with the responsibility of a little prince of the royal family who has no whereabouts abroad. Unfortunately, nothing can be found in Romania. This child appeared at home by himself this morning.

The old lord looked at little Sif, who was intact and seemed unharmed. He felt relieved, remembering the No.1 honor, and couldn't help but cheer for the British talent.

The person in charge of MI5 is a little embarrassed. Their subordinates have made a mess this time. It is a scandal to treat the royal family as Russian agents and hunt down the descendants of the reclusive royal family in foreign countries.

He came today to make amends.

Tobias looked at the old lord and the agent angrily, and then let them sit down angrily. The old lord sat down, the old sofa creaked, and the old lord looked around. As far as he knew, the only child of the royal family Son, in the past, he helped in taverns, bought flowers on the street, sold national cakes at the Christmas market, sold and sang with street children, and even sold wine.

How could a typical child from a poor family be a descendant of the royal family.

The agent also looked around. As an intelligence officer, he immediately understood.

It's love misleading people again. You don't need to think about it. It must be the princess who fell in love with the common people, and then ran away. After that, she never regretted that no matter how poor she was, she didn't go home, so she turned her child into a bitter child.

The old lord also figured this out, so the two looked around in unison, then glared at Tobias.

Unexpectedly, in what age, there are still such dramatic things in the world. The princess elopes, the prince becomes poor, and the poor child inspires. It is even more exciting than drama.

Tobias and his son were uncomfortable with their stares.

Tobias coughed, and little Sif was held in his arms, looking annoyed at his eyes, so he also stared at him.

The old lord and the secret agent were shuddered by his gaze. The child's eyes were so similar to the old gentleman who appeared at the hearing that people couldn't help but bow their heads when they saw it.

They finally remembered the business, and the agent solemnly apologized.

Holding his son in his arms, Tobia listened to the apology vigilantly, and then said that he had received it, and asked them to leave quickly and stop trespassing on private houses.

The old lord and the agent stood up. The child's eyesight was so strong that they couldn't sit still, they hurriedly turned and left. The old lord also explained a few words: "Education experts have formulated the education for Mr. Snape, please help me when you are free." It's time to discuss it, and he has already contacted experts in Cambridge."

The agent quickly pushed back the little clerk he had brought over. This was a young man who had just entered MI5, and he brought him here today.

The little clerk understood the hint from his boss, so he said, "Hello, Mr. Snape, I heard that you are quite talented in science and engineering. You won the first prize in the Olympic mathematics competition. Your IQ must be very high."

Little Sif nodded, but didn't speak.

The little clerk continued, "And my supervisor told me you're a fast learner of languages."

Little Sif still didn't speak, it was the system's translation.

The little clerk continued: "Before this, I never thought that someone could master a language as quickly. My brother and I have mastered many languages. When we were young, maybe we could discuss it. I once learned Serbian in a day."

Little Sif finally became interested. It sounds like this guy has a pretty good IQ.

The MI5 agent took a breath. He brought this little clerk because he probably has a good IQ. Maybe sometimes a person with a high IQ can chat a few words, but he simply can't get in.

The little clerk nodded, and he looked into little Sif's eyes, the black eyes were deep, as if he could see through him, so he had a flash of inspiration.

The little clerk took out a note and wrote a name on it: "I think you and my brother will definitely become friends. Here is our address. By the way, my name is Mycroft."

Little Sif took it with a blank expression.He saw the name of a foreign place written on it, and the people were the brothers Mycroft Holmes and Sherlock Holmes.

Little Sif raised his eyebrows, he was silent for a moment, and then said, "I got it."

The MI5 agent felt that the geniuses were right, he hurriedly left, and the three left.

Tobia watched them go out, and then hurriedly started looking for his son's bedroom and breakfast.

After a while, little Sev sat in his bedroom, thinking thoughtfully, "Holmes?"

This name.

In the consciousness space, the system has already froze.

When he saw the name just now, he understood it, and then he immediately knew that something went wrong.

How to do.

He accidentally created a big bug.

When he came to this world, he didn't know that there would be a Sherlock here.

So he confidently and boldly gave the young master the world famous books he downloaded, including the complete works of Sherlock Holmes.

So when Sherlock Holmes actually appeared, the system knew it was in trouble.This loophole is huge.

It's too bad that there is Sherlock Holmes in this world, and there are people who already know the plot of Sherlock Holmes.What should he do.

Little Sif asked the system at this time: "They are called Sherlock Holmes."

The system immediately said firmly: "This is a coincidence."

Little Sif was also deeply moved: "It's a coincidence."

He said, "Shall we write letters?"

The system wants to refuse, what if he gets in touch with the little master and realizes the plot, what can he say, but how can he stop the little master.

This is the first time for the little master to meet a genius friend.

Systems thinkers suddenly feel wrong. The story of Sherlock Holmes did not take place in the 20th century. According to the age of Holmes, Mycroft is still in the MI5 internship period, so Sherlock is probably only a few years older than the young master. Then According to this development, when the Sherlock Holmes plot appears, it will be the 21st century.

This is not right.

The system is thinking desperately.

Suddenly he realized that it seemed that once he was doing a mission, he heard other systems say that there seemed to be a new version of Sherlock Holmes.

Other systems are talking about a man called Curly Fu, which seems to be a new version of Sherlock Holmes.

The system thought, could it be that the Sherlock Holmes of this world is not the standard Sherlock Holmes, but Juan Fu.

Just look to see if he has curly hair.

So the system thought about it, and he looked at the little master: "We can ask if the one named Sherlock has straight hair?"

Little Sif didn't understand, but he was really good at getting to know other high IQs.

On this day, somewhere far away from London, in the Holmes family’s house, a boy was sitting in the backyard and looking into the distance thoughtfully. The boy was probably in his teens, with puffy cheeks and curly hair. Looking at the distance thoughtfully, he didn't know that his brother sent a contact address in London.

Then completely changed the rules of the brothers' future.

The year was years away from Sherlock Holmes's first case, and many years before he left his hometown for London, went to medical school and rented a house in Baker Street.

In another house in the UK, Watson was doing his homework seriously in his room, not knowing that someone was thinking of him.

☆, mother and child

Little Sif was sitting in his bedroom, calculating his income during this period. After all, his original purpose of participating in these competitions was to earn money and complete the task called starting a business. Now the old Lord brought a check for the Olympic No.1 bonus , the money seems to be almost enough.

Buy a store to stock up, and the business will start immediately.

Little Sif is discussing with the system.

At this moment, there was a knock on the bedroom door.

They heard Eileen outside saying, "Sev, can Mom come in?"

Little Sif looked at the door and was taken aback. In his memory, his mother came to talk to him in broad daylight, which seemed to be very rare. What happened.Little Sif hurriedly jumped out of bed and opened the door.

Irene stood at the door with a soft expression on her face.

She looked at her son, reflecting her son in her black eyes, which seemed really rare.The system doesn't feel right.

Little Sif also didn't know what to do, so he hurriedly invited his mother into the house.Irene entered the room, sat at the desk, and still looked at her son tenderly. After a while, she said, "My son has grown so tall, he is no longer a child."

Little Sif stood in front of his mother, and the system could see that the eyes of the little master turned red immediately, and the child lowered his head without saying a word.

But the system felt the grievance in his heart.Like his hot eye sockets.

Irene continued to say softly: "My son has grown up and will be 11 years old in the next year. My mother was negligent before, and she will never do it again."

Little Sif still lowered his head, only the system knew that the tears of grievance in his eyes were already crumbling.

The system feels sorry for the little master, but it feels wrong, why is the eldest lady so gentle.

At this time, the system heard a yawn, and he hurriedly looked, and found that the master who had been dormant had woken up. The master had slept for a long time, and finally got enough sleep. Woke up to see the status of the system and the professor.

The system pointed to the Great Master and pointed out. Since the Great Master said that he is a master of neuropathy, let's interpret what this great lady is doing now.

The Great God looked out and quickly understood.

He secretly thought, it seems that the plot is out of order. In the original book, it seems that the little professor and his mother are relatively close. It seems that he is about ten years old. He got the knowledge of the magic world from his mother, as well as common sense. Otherwise, how would he tell her when he met Lily when he was over ten years old.

As for why the little professor is closer to his mother, of course the Great God knows, because the professor's father should have gone crazy from drinking at this time, so the mother and son feel sorry for each other.

The Great God thought about it, but it was wrong. Now Irene suddenly thought of the little professor, but Tobia has been transformed by the system, and the system is guaranteed to rest assured that Tobia has changed his mind, so why doesn't Irene go to Toby? Ya, instead seek his son.

The master then said to the system: "A while ago, did the alcoholic treat his wife well?"

The system replied: "The eldest lady has already entered the family temple, and she doesn't care about eating and drinking."

The Great God understands, so it turns out that Tobia is busy earning money to raise his son, and neglects Irene. The relationship between the husband and wife is weak, and Irene has a sense of crisis, and finally thinks of her neglected son.

This is to find a son to repair the relationship.

The master knew it, and he said to the system with confidence: "I know, she is just trying to restore the parent-child relationship."

The system heard what the great god said, and felt that it made sense.They watch Erin and start talking.

Of course Irene didn't know what her son liked. She pulled out her wand clumsily and tried a few tricks to tease the child. Little Sif watched intently and showed the greatest cooperation to laugh with his mother. The atmosphere was also considered very good.

Then Irene began to talk about the magical world with her son. She didn’t care about it before, but thinking about it now, she found that her son was nine years old, but he didn’t seem to know anything about the magical world. She found it necessary to teach her son clicked.

Erin started talking about the wizarding world.

It was rare for little Sif to talk to his mother, and he still devoted himself wholeheartedly. Even though he had run around Diagon Alley so many times before, he patiently listened to what his mother told her about what she already knew, and cooperated very well to make himself act like he was not Know.

After all, he longed for his mother's care.

The system smiled and saw that his little master finally got the care from his mother. He remembered the pale child who was burning when he first came. He heard his mother's footsteps and secretly pretended to be asleep. He tucked in the quilt by himself, but his mother left without looking back. He still remembered the pale face of the thin and frightening little master at that time.

Now this is really a pleasure.

At this time, Irene began to talk about Hogwarts, and her eyes showed nostalgia. For every little wizard, Hogwarts has an extraordinary status.She talked about how she still has the textbooks from back then, and looking at her son's longing eyes, she gave all these textbooks to her son.

Then she started talking about the houses at Hogwarts, and she talked about Slytherins.

The Great God began to feel that something was wrong, as if something was forgotten by them, it was a very critical place.

He heard Irene say: "Slytherin is the most noble academy, there are all Slytherin nobles, they are born noble, and they are the purest pure blood family, I hope you enter that academy, not that gathered Waiting for others, Hufflepuff and Gryffindor."

Little Sif listened carefully to what his mother said, and kept nodding.

Erin continued: "Slytherin is the best, they stick to pure pride, Gryffindor is rough, there are a lot of mudbloods."

Little Sif continued to nod, the child listened attentively to his mother, and memorized every word his mother said.

God finally knew what was wrong.This problem is serious.What Erin told her son seemed to be the pure blood theory of the Slytherin nobles.

He went to see the system, and found that the system seemed to feel that something was wrong, but the system is a system, politically sensitive is not up to the master who is familiar with history and politics, and the system has not yet realized the seriousness of the problem.

The Great God silently thought, Irene was born after the 30s, it seems that that was the first time when the Slytherin nobles in this world proposed the pure blood theory to restore the rights of nobles, the Slytherin students at that time must be familiar with this theory, including Irene.

Then, it became clear that Irene was now feeding such a theory on her ignorant son.She herself didn't know much about this theory, she was just telling her son what she knew back then.

Deceitful, God understands.

He listened to Irene proudly telling her son that Slytherin is the best, that Slytherin is the noblest, that the pure-blooded nobles of Slytherin are the purest and stand at the highest point, while Gryffindor and other vulgar mudbloods .

Little Sif raised his head, he listened to his mother's words, a 9-year-old child with complete trust in his mother, he heard it in his heart.

God understands.

No wonder the professor in the original book always felt that he was mentally abnormal. It turned out that he was twisted from the root. Just think about the professor’s background, a little half-blood wizard who lived at the bottom of the Muggle world, but his noble and pure mother gave him a full ear of blood Argument.

No wonder the child showed such low self-esteem and sensitivity later on. He reacted so strongly to the nobles and mudbloods. It turned out that something went wrong here.

At this time, Erin continued: "We are wizards, so we are the most noble, Muggles are lower than us, we have magic, so we are noble."

Little Sif raised his head and listened carefully.

The system finally felt something was wrong, and he asked the master, "Why do I feel weird?"

The Great God despised the lack of sensitivity of the system, and then secretly forgave the system's lack of political and historical literacy. He said, "Your little master will be spoiled by her."

The system nodded: "I'm very strange, the little master and I have also been to the magic world, you can see that the little master was born as a half-blood, but this woman who can't understand what Slytherin is noble and pure Glory of blood, does she want the little master to look down on her?"

The Great God nodded, by the way, your little master should be a child with amazing talent, but extremely low self-confidence in his heart, resulting in a gloomy and lonely appearance.

The system and the master looked outside, and little Sif was listening to his mother attentively. Out of the absolute trust of a nine-year-old boy in his mother, he wrote down what his mother said.

The little master looked at his mother with trust in his eyes.

The system finally couldn't sit still. What was the lady talking about? Both he and the young master had been to the world of wizards. The young master's talent is obviously excellent, but according to this woman, it seems that the young master was born with a It's so strange that it's not pure blood who must be so short when they enter school in the future.

At this time, Irene spoke happily, and as she recalled, she seemed to feel that she had regained the pride of Slytherin back then. She straightened her waist, and a look of joy appeared on her face.

The system yelled in his heart that it was not good, and he secretly thought that if this point of view was really remembered by the young master, he wondered how much energy he would spend to comfort his young master's extremely sensitive and fragile self-confidence.

What's more, this is the education from the little master's mother.

He hurriedly said: "Little master, we are very busy, hurry up and tell your mother that we have work to do."

The little master hesitated: "But mom is talking to me." The system and the master watched helplessly that the little master was happy because of her mother's rare intimate time, and cooperated with her mother to remember what she said in their hearts.

☆, the old Prince who woke up

Sev stood on the road, dazed. He and his mother had been talking for almost a day. Of course, his mother's rare attention made him very excited, but he felt that it was too much work.

Sev has been traveling outside for half a year, during which time he has sold flowers, sold wine, and discussed life with an old prisoner when he went abroad, so he is no longer a withdrawn and dull child, even if he is currently not good at eloquence, He also at least knew how to keep the conversation going.

So under his efforts, his mother talked to him for a day, and now Sif recalls, feeling dizzy.

Because of the Slytherin creeds that my mother said, and because of some talk about love that my mother said out of excitement just now.

My mother was excited when she said this, and then she mentioned this. Sev remembered her mother telling him with a blushing face: "The most beautiful thing in the world is love. True love transcends races and people. When the two of you look at each other, you know it." This is the support of my soul in this life, and for love, the most beautiful thing is to dedicate myself completely to the other party. From now on, my heart will only beat for the other party. As long as I see the other party smiling, that is my greatest happiness .”

Nine-year-old Xiao Xifu firmly remembered his mother's words, and felt unspeakable, but looking at his mother's appearance, probably love is indeed a very rare and beautiful feeling.

Little Sif walked out the door, feeling dizzy as he walked, and unknowingly came to a crossroads, where there was a street garden, he raised his head.

On the swing in the garden Lily was standing, a little girl in a new blue dress, looking very lovely, with sparkling green eyes, and in her hand was a flower that was opening in the palm of her hand.

Seeing Sev coming, Lily turned her head, held the flowers in her palm, and smiled at him.

Even the system had to admit that this little girl had a pretty smile.

The Almighty looked at Lily inexplicably.

Suddenly, the system recalled what the eldest lady said just now, he looked at Sif, then at Lily, and in a flash, the system realized.

The system thinks that he has guessed this cheating plot, and the plot must be like this. If he hadn't come, then his little master must be a child who was abused by a drunk father and an indifferent mother. He got close to his mother, and then he was filled with so-called racial concepts, and then he was filled with love thoughts, until one day, probably at this place, he met a cute and beautiful little girl with a particularly good-looking smile.

The system scanned the label on Miss Sayuri's body, she has a proper heroine aura, how could the little master refuse.So the plot is that the little master probably fell in love with this little lily, and then the love instilled by his mother was realized.

This is really tragic, the system thinks, if the little master really believes in the concept of wizard race and brain-dead love, then what he faces is because of his inferiority complex because of his mixed-race identity, and his love for this sunny Sayuri, then the plot is probably the little master. While humbled by her identity and trying to join the ranks of the so-called nobles, she quietly looked at Sayuri, a little mudblood witch, who loved her so much that it was difficult to speak.

The system is a person who is used to doing various tasks and seeing various plots. He immediately guessed the development. In the end, the little master and Sayuri will definitely drift apart, and finally split apart, leaving behind the little master who is in great pain.

Maybe his little master would sacrifice for Sayuri, but his little master has the nature of a virgin.

The system understood and gritted his teeth, he couldn't let things like this.

The master looked at the expression on the system and knew that the system probably guessed it. He smiled and looked outside. In fact, the plot had changed.

At this time, Sif looked at Lily, his head was still dizzy, so he was expressionless, and Lily ran over in surprise, and she said: "Sif, you have returned to China, why don't you come to my house, my father and sister are thinking about it." And you, you come to dinner tonight, my sister has learned a new kind of dessert."

Sif's head was still a little dizzy, and he paused before saying, "No need, I'm very busy at night."

Lily showed disappointment, she pulled Sif's sleeve: "Come on, we haven't celebrated together since you returned home."

Sev still shook his head.He left the disappointed Sayuri and walked out of the garden.

The master looked outside, recalling the usual pattern of Sif and Lily in the original book, the way they met for the first time, silently lamenting that the system has actually reversed the plot.

At this time, the system was thinking about a strategy to keep the eldest lady away from his little master, and he must not let the little master be poisoned.

They walked out of Spider's End Alley and walked to the street. An old man in a trench coat was standing on the street.

Mrs. Prince walked over quickly, knelt down and looked at her little grandson. She already knew the whole story, and now she was pulling little Sif over and looking up and down. Her child was killed by the hateful contemporary British soldier Hunting in foreign countries, what a hardship.She looked up and down carefully to make sure that the child was intact, and then pulled the little grandson who had been bowing his head, apparating.

They were back in Princesburg, old Mr. Prince's bedroom.

Little Sif kept his head down, not daring to look at his grandmother. Last time he ran away at a loss, and now he felt very regretful. He looked at the floor and raised his head quietly.

Then he saw the bed directly in front of him, and his grandfather was lying there with a very pale face, as if he was unconscious.

Little Sif suddenly forgot about his bewilderment, rushed to the bedside, hurriedly pinched his grandfather's wrist, and carefully checked his pulse.

Mrs. Prince watched from the side, and her little grandson really has some methods. The soup made last time was very effective. I hope this time it can also have a miraculous effect.

Thinking of the scene when she returned to the castle and saw her husband collapsed, she felt chills all over her body, and then she found out what had happened when her husband woke up. Mrs. Prince sighed, why her husband was so stubborn and had to bear everything by herself Well, weak in body but strong in spirit, wearing a heavy dress and dealing with those contemporary British people.It would just wear him down.

My husband is really stubborn.

But the old Mrs. Prince also knows that this is the best way. Although their Prince family has the status of a royal family, but thousands of years have passed. As for those members of the current royal family, if a weak old man begged them to let his daughter go, then thousands of years have passed, and who in the current royal family would care about a descendant of a fallen royal family.

If my husband didn't overwhelm the audience from the beginning, how could my daughter be released quickly.

Old Mr. Prince fell asleep.Little Sif took his pulse seriously.

Suddenly, the child frowned.Something is wrong.

Little Sif carefully counted his pulse, and his grandfather's pulse showed that his condition had changed a lot, but little Sif didn't understand what was going on.

The last time he saw his grandfather, he knew that this was an old man who had been stimulated and had no intention of life. He had given up on himself and his body was aging.

But now the situation has changed a lot.

Little Sif carefully discerned that although his grandfather's body was extremely weak now, he could clearly feel the changes in his grandfather, and it seemed that all the self-abandonment had disappeared.

He felt a very clear anger in his grandfather.

He didn't understand what was wrong.

But he was relieved that his grandfather's behavior was probably due to a heart attack. Now that the heart disease is cured, he will naturally recover.

Little Sif was relieved, he picked up a pen and wrote some recipes, and went to the kitchen to cook them himself.Grandma accompanied him to the kitchen, and little Sif turned around and asked, "What happened these days?"

The grandmother hesitated for a while. The husband actually didn't want the children to know. He even woke up just now and said not to disturb his daughter's life for the time being.

But she decided to talk, and she told little Sif what had happened.

The old Mr. Prince was lying on the bed, drowsy, but the old and decayed air on his cheeks had disappeared.

Little Sif was right, he had indeed gotten out of the emotions that had troubled him for 11 years.

When the daughter left, she left a letter telling him that her father was the one who prevented her from being happy. The old Mr. Prince was severely injured. Seeing that his daughter seemed to be doing well, he walked into a dead end in his heart. I began to ask myself whether such a boring obsessive researcher, with a bland appearance and indifferent temper, was really an obstacle to my daughter's happiness, or that I was actually a drag on my wife, so his health broke down and he never recovered. It's just thinking about my own aging body, it's just a burden.

But a few days ago, when he realized that his daughter's life had been going from bad to worse these past few years, and even ended up in a cell, he cheered up and rescued her daughter. Although he fainted for a while, he found the motivation to live on.He finally affirmed himself.

It turned out that he was not the devil who made his wife and daughter happy. The daughter still needed his careful care, and the old Mr. Prince realized how he could forget his grandson. Grandfather's mistake.In fact, he is not the so-called obstacle to his daughter's happiness. He should actually cheer up, because his daughter still needs his protection, and his little grandson still needs his protection.

So after thinking about it, the old Mr. Prince gradually gained confidence and relaxed his body.

One day, he woke up and found that it was dusk. He turned his head and saw his little grandson sitting on the bedside, looking at him quietly. A pair of black eyes that looked exactly like him seemed to be looking at him with tears .

At this time, little Sif had already learned the whole story from his grandmother. He knew that such a big disturbance had happened unintentionally this time, and that it was his grandfather who protected him in the end.

He looked at his grandfather guiltily with tears in his eyes.

Of course the old Mr. Prince knew what he was thinking, so he raised his hand with difficulty, stroked his little grandson's hair, and said, "It's not your fault, blame that unreasonable government, but Now everything is fine, they should have apologized, everything is fine."

Little Sif looked at his grandfather, wiped his eyes, the old grandfather leaned over, hugged his grandson, and stroked his hair tremblingly.

Grandma stood aside, quietly wiping her eyes.

In the system space, the system regretted nothing more, in fact, it was all his fault, it was all his fault that he encouraged the little master to make friends through literature.

The Great Master gloated and looked at this system. He caused such a big incident in just one night's sleep. It really deserves to be a Zhaidougongdou system. It simply doesn't have any necessary political and historical knowledge.

The great master thinks it's better to count on the system and forget it, and rely on himself to guide this time and space in the future.He said calmly, "Tell me what you have done during this period of time."

The system knew that he was causing trouble this time, so he said honestly: "We just went to a Quidditch game, met our grandparents, and then went to Romania. By the way, we went to Leifeng Pagoda and met the Western White Lady. .”

Great God: "What, Western White Lady."

The system said innocently: "Actually, when you slept for the first time, we also met a very strange old man. At first glance, he seems to have a similar temperament to this white lady. It is the British protector of the country, Nijue."

Great God: "What."

Who will tell him what happened to this world

☆、Sophisticated teaching

When he learned about these days from the system, the Great Master didn't know what to say anymore.

He tightly shut his mouth, suppressing his messy procedure, telling himself to be calm.

Calm down, God, don't be so angry with this system that it will automatically shut down.The Great God forced himself to be calm, it's no big deal,