[HP Gotham] Arkham and Azkaban

The lonely man and the widow are in the same room, something will definitely happen on Jerome's side, but that's not necessarily the case with the Winter Soldier

Dongbaji is really worrying

☆、Bored Wilhex

Arkham isn't what I thought it would be.

After a day of furtive observation, I turned to stare at Jerome, who shrugged in resignation.

lie.

He was lying from the start.

"Can you buy something on the black market?"

I took out a piece of paper and quickly wrote a string of words on it.

"A wand, or these things that make potions. Whichever one you can get, I can get you out of this madhouse."

"Why do you think I must go out?"

Jerome looked at me with raised eyebrows, eyes full of innocence.

"What good does it do for me to go out? In fact, you are the only one who wants to go out."

I glanced at him and laughed. "Yeah, I'm the only one who wants to get out. But you can still find a way to give me what I want, can't you?"

Jerome blinked.

"So." I said. "Are you trying to trick me into making a deal with you with an innocent face, Mr. Jerome?"

He hissed and walked over the railing to me.

"Do you really, only think of one name?"

"Did I unconsciously say something that I said to you before?"

"No." His eyes dimmed. "No."

"Oh...don't look at me like that." I smiled at him.

"Your expression makes me feel that you are completely different from the Jerome that people outside talk about."

"Anyone outside?"

"Outside this room, inside Arkham." I added. "They say you're a... very expressive person."

"Expressiveness?" He repeated my words again.

"Anyway, staying in Arkham is the safest."

I didn't answer his words, got up and opened the door. "Even if the British Aurors come all the way to hunt me down, as long as they see that I'm still in the madhouse, they may not want to engage in any international exchanges and bring me back to Azkaban."

"So." I winked at him.

"I'm off to get a legal status in Arkham. See you at dinner tomorrow, Jerome."

I quickly closed the door, my mind was full of out of sight.

Without a wand, the use of the Unforgivable Curse becomes difficult.But in this world, not only the Killing Curse can kill people, nor is it only the Cruciatus Curse that can torture people.

Not to mention, only the Imperius Curse can control people.

As for all other spells, I have to say that a genius like me is rare in the history of the magic world.

What Dumbledore Grindelwald, what Voldemort the savior.

I'm the best dropout Hogwarts has ever seen, and even Newt, the legendary magical biologist, can't match what I'm about to achieve.

【You are too arrogant. 】

said the voice.

I naturally slapped her.

But why, the person with the burning pain on his face is me?

When I saw Jerome again, it was not "at dinner time tomorrow".

I'm chatting with newcomer Barbara, she's pretty but not my type.

If you ask me, Jerome is also pretty good-looking, with a white and tender face.It feels good to the touch, and it actually works well.

I was chatting with Barbara about the new lipsticks in the beauty magazines and how to get them in from outside.

I said that I am from the UK and I am not familiar with the situation. Even the prices in the US have to be converted in British pounds.

Barbara wasn't very talkative to me at first, but between women—especially two normal women in a place as weird as Arkham—it was always easy to talk.

She talked about men and love.I talked about my classmates and the campus.Although the topic was not related, we quickly established a friendship as solid as plastic.

Then Jerome came whistling, jumped over the chair beside him and sat on it.

Barbara and I exchanged glances, each looking at the magazines in our hands.

Jerome started flirting with Barbara as soon as he was seated. We haven't seen much for nearly two weeks, but he is still as cute as ever.

He first called her a beauty, and then discussed with her the pleasure of killing his parents.

Barbara was expressionless, and I surreptitiously glanced at the magazine.

Jerome's tricks almost didn't work, so he went straight to the point and said how rich the wretched man with glasses on the table next to him was, and how... he liked Barbara.

Barbara, on the other hand, glanced at it to show that she wasn't interested.

Whoa, a love story in Arkham.

But Barbara isn't the only beauty in Arkham, in fact, I'd say—

"Why don't you take a look at Wilhelms?" Barbara popped out suddenly.

"Let your boss pay more attention to the lively girl Wilhelm."

Suddenly being named, I silently raised my head from the magazine, and my eyes met Jerome's.

Then both of them quickly staggered.

"Come on, big blonde." Jerome grimaced.

"That's right, Barbara, that boss doesn't like students who haven't graduated." I also added.

"The little girl needs to have a good friend to gain a foothold here."

He said.

Then he added a sentence after the rambling words.

"Evil retribution is always present and inevitable."

My hand froze as I raised the magazine covering my face.

Did I curse the glasses guy over there to stay away from me?How can I not remember.

My fake identity in Gotham was a British-American guy who stabbed a college classmate to death.On the day I officially met with everyone in Arkham, there were indeed many people who wanted to make some unpleasant things happen, but I gave them a little lesson.

But why don't I remember such a glasses master at all?

It must be the Arkham aesthetic popular Barbara category, it's a pity that I have always been confident in my appearance.

In order to prove that she can protect herself, Barbara seduces a big man on the spot.

Both Jerome and I leaned on the table with our chins on the table, and watched with interest for a long time.

The result of Jerome's observation is——

"Your friend is a gorilla, and my friend is omnipotent."

After speaking, he turned his head to look at me, as if asking for my affirmation to convince Barbara.

I glanced at him, he was pinching his face, making weird faces.

"Ah, Barbara, Jerome has a point," I said perfunctorily.

Finally, they said a few more words, anyway, they reached a consensus.Barbara left her seat to get on the thief ship of the glasses boss, and I felt a little bored.

"I'd be bored without Barbara."

I complained to Jerome thus.

"How can life in Arkham bore you, Will?" Jerome took Barbara's old seat.

"That statement of yours will make the interesting people in Arkham very sad."

"You were talking to Barbara like a pimp, Jerome."

I watched his expression stiffen for a while, but he quickly returned to the smiling, sunny boy on campus.

"Yeah, that's right." He added. "But not 'like,' Will. I am."

Then Jerome took the magazine that Barbara threw on the table and flipped through a few pages, and finally took the one in my hand, and carefully looked at the page I was reading.

"Lipstick, huh?" He rested his fingers on his chin, as if thinking hard.

"I have to find something to talk to Barbara about." I took out the share in his hand and put it on the table. "I'm pretty lucky, I found the right topic."

"There are so many interesting things, you found the least interesting one."

I rolled my eyes.

"Then am I going to look at everyone like that afro over there and laugh out loud?"

The afro smiled in response to the occasion on another long table.

"But why does he always look at everyone with that kind of eyes? Does he come in because his eyes are not good?"

"He likes to eat people." Jerome shrugged and gave me a helpless look. "His name is Greenwood, and the fat is in his head."

"Ah...Green is a good name."

I popped out a sentence.

During entertainment time after breakfast one day, Barbara was lying in the arms of the big man in glasses, who painted her toenails.She said she was bored, and the boss started telling her jokes.

I was also at the long table with Jerome sitting next to me.

Who knows what I talked to Jerome that day, anyway, I ended up going to Jerome's private room for another night out of the blue.

Greenwood joked about it at breakfast, saying something obscene and disgusting.

I looked at him with a look that looked like a psycho, but soon realized that it was my fault.

He is already a psychopath.

So I just let his milk bottle explode, smearing his face with liquid and carton.

Jerome laughed and clapped his hands, and said I could be a little more crazy and artistic.

I said forget it, the highest artistic achievement in my life is to hang my classmates upside down in the school auditorium to let blood out.

"And it's not just artistic achievement, J." I stir the spoon in the cereal.

"On the night before the graduation ceremony, in the auditorium, I don't know how many people who received my letter secretly practiced with that poor ghost. I also made my own contribution to the school's teaching performance."

"Don't look at them well-dressed and dignified, in fact, everyone should enter Azkaban."

I turned to look into those green eyes, and Jerome was facing me as if he were listening.

"So, what's the matter with you, the poor wretch?"

He asked me like a curious baby.

"It seems to be nothing..."

I thought about it carefully, and then answered seriously.

"But she is my pampered sister, which is really annoying."

The author has something to say: Wilhelms was imprisoned in Azkaban not just because of killing her sister

Of course, killing her sister was enough to get her in.

ps, do fairies think Jerome is ooc?I'm so afraid of the ooc written by little angel Jerome qaq

☆、Expressive Jerome

"Why do you have blood all over your face every time I see you?"

Wilhelm jumped onto the big ball used by clowns in the circus, and Jerome ripped him off just as he stood up.

"Every time I see you, you don't have a little blood on your face." Jerome gave her a white look.

Wilhelms took a deep breath, sprinkled some white powder on his face, and wiped it off with a handkerchief.

"There's nothing now, right?" She made a face at Jerome, and then slapped him when he wasn't looking.

"Your uncle has a good way of beating people, huh?" Wilhelm asked.

Jerome smiled as he shook the powder off his face. "Enough to work for the Nazis."

"Take off your clothes and let me see." Wilhelms rubbed his hands excitedly.

Jerome stopped moving.

"What?" Those green eyes stared at Wilhelm strangely.

"Apply the medicine." She took out Bai Xian. "By the way, let's take a look at your uncle's beating methods. Is it a cane or a leather whip today?"

"There are no whips and canes in the kitchen." Jerome grimaced.

He rolled up his sleeves and handed his right hand to Wilhelms.

"But the biscuits he makes are really delicious."

Wilhelm took a look, the whole hand was scalded and the skin was peeled off, and there were still several light yellow blisters on it.It is estimated that it is almost cooked.

"Your uncle is really creative in cooking," Will said as he sprinkled the powder. "Have a fight with my mother."

Jerome was probably in too much pain to say a word.Even his expression was stiff.

"I have to go back." She stood up. "If you don't go back, my sister's little bitch will find out that I'm missing and report me."

"You still have a sister?" Jerome seemed interested in this question.

Keville didn't seem to want to say, "That's a glib little bitch, nothing to talk about."

Then Apparate away.

Jerome stood where he was, and found that the wound on his hand seemed to be almost healed.

But there are always some things more unbearable than being pressed into a boiling soup pot.

For example, right now, he is alone.

"Bala blah blah."

The boss is telling a joke that is not funny anyway, and the lunatics on the other side of the table are listening on the table with their chins leaning on their chins like good babies.

I yawned very softly, and in this gap, Arkham welcomed a new... It should be a prisoner, anyway, Arkham and Azkaban mean the same thing.

He said, listen carefully, Lao Tzu is something of Satan, come and submit to me...

Anyway, I didn't understand.

And the Arkhams: crazy you

Boss went on with his bad jokes, but I figured, if hooking him up would get me what I wanted, then maybe I'd give it a go and get a wand.

But this face left me unduly lacking in Barbara's courage.

Turning to look at Jerome, reaching out to pinch his soft face.ah!It still feels good.

"Honey, what's the matter?" he asked me.

"No, I just feel that you feel good."

The corner of his smiling mouth raised into a weird arc, and just about to say something, the new inmate started shouting again, interrupting what he hadn't said.

The boss's jokes stopped again, and the Arkham crowd looked at the "Apostle of Satan" expressionlessly again.

Then "Apostle of Satan" suddenly fell down on the table, and a lot of purple gas came out of his mouth like a balloon.

The gas quickly dispersed throughout the lounge, and I immediately cast a spell on the top of my head, and then slapped Jerome's face with my left hand and the spell on it.

Ah, it feels so good.

The inmates fell down one by one, and Jerome mouthed "see what tricks they have" at me, and lay on the ground pretending to die.

I lay down side by side immediately.

The door was blasted open, and the woman in leather came in holding a gun. We were stuffed into the car by Juba Juba, and we swayed all the way, but I actually fell asleep.

When I woke up, it might be later than other kidnapped people, so when I woke up, a man in a suit looked surprised. He said that he thought I was poisoned to death by taking too many drugs.

The decoration of the house seems to be quite good. In front of me is an artistic golden angel sculpture.The seven Arkham households are all tightly bound, and Jerome and I are separated by the Atlantic Ocean.

"Sir..." I said dizzily.

"My name is Theo Galavan." He nodded for me to continue.

"That..." I hesitated. "But you really look like...my dad? Don't you have any British relatives? Or are you my dad and you want to arrest me now?"

Quiet, the room was eerily quiet, and three seconds later, there was a burst of laughter.

"Sorry, Miss Wilhelms." Calvin held back a smile. "But I really don't have... a daughter as old as you."

"I think so." I lowered my head and muttered in a low voice. "How could my father leave my mother? Even if they die, they must die together."

When Calvin saw that I was awake, he started his own speech, talking about his conspiracy to make a big news, and sincerely invited us to join by the way.

I wanted to say that I don't kill people who don't have any grudges with me, but before I could say it, the previous boss spoke.

I don't know what kind of factional disputes there are between them, anyway, the previous boss was quickly replaced by the current boss Theo Galvin's men (later Jerome told me that was his sister) because of a wrong word. Poked into a ball...paste.

paste……

Are Muggle killings so disgusting?

What kind of aesthetics is this?Killing requires aesthetic understanding!

The former boss turned into a paste, and the rest of the people didn't have any objections to express.

In Theo's speech, we were praised as great people, ambitious and beautiful.To be honest, except for the two women who are tied up and Jerome, there may be no one who can match the word "beautiful".

In the end, everyone happily reached a consensus amidst the blood splattered by the former boss.But I didn't like that Theo.

Maybe it's because he has my dad's face, or maybe it's because I was taught at Hogwarts to never trust villains.

Of course, I'm also a villain, but... have I killed anyone who has no grudge against me?Have you ever taken revenge on society?

no.

So, I'm a good guy.

But I have to bow my head to be dependent on others. I am obedient and obedient like everyone else, and I also put on the appearance that all the professors will like at Hogwarts.

Theo's younger sister, Tabitha, whom I counted as a subordinate, took me and Barbara to get dressed and choose clothes.The clothes chosen by the two beauties are extremely hot.I was considering whether to unify with their style, when I suddenly saw a loose straight doll skirt with pink plaid.

The neckline has a bow tied with a belt, which is very beautiful.

I picked up the dress without hesitation.

Tabitha said again that she would take us to play. I don't know what to play, but when I saw the little leather whip and a person whose brain was stuffed into a box, I probably understood.

"Is he dead?"

I asked Tabitha, but the man shrank in a ball of fright at the sound.

"Oh, not dead." I answered my own question.

Then everyone happily whipped the man with a small leather whip to walk around in the huge Calvin Manor.

Actually, I don't like beating people very much, but I was embarrassed to see the other two beating so happily, so I also slapped my buttocks twice.

It's really easy for me to give outsiders the feeling that I'm easy to get along with, especially when I was at Hogwarts, they all thought that.

In the middle of the draw, I saw Theo Galavan, and I dropped my whip and went to him.

"Mr. Calvin, hello."

He turned around, looked at the skirt on my body, and smiled. "The dress is lovely, Wilhelms."

"Thank you." I smiled. "Sir, as you said, we all have our own talents, but my talents need a little...external force to maximize my talents. You are omnipotent, so you should be able to help me with this little favor?"

"Just say it."

Oh, he was happy to say yes.

"So, sir, I wonder if you can get a... wand on the black market through some effective means?"

Calvin's smile froze on his face.

"Just treat me as a lunatic, and buy a few more in case which one is useful?"

"Wilhees." The man with my dad's face raised his eyebrows. "I checked the past of each of you, Barbara is Detective Gordon's ex-girlfriend, Grindelwald likes to eat women...Only you, I only found out the reason why you entered Arkham-killed in college classmate."

He took a step forward and looked at me with his arms raised. "You are mysterious, that's why I choose you."

"Magic wand, how many more do you need? There are so many fakes these days, who knows if you can buy real ones?"

I interrupted him, smiled a little, and ran back to whipping again with Tabitha and Barbara.

At lunch, we pumped people with brains in boxes all the way to the dining room.Just in time to see the boys at the end of the first show.

"Jerome, are the donuts sweet?"

I put the whip on the table and waited for his answer.

He was wearing a burgundy robe that looked like pajamas.The blue shirt inside showed a little collar, two unbuttoned buttons, and a little white tender skin on the chest.

Wow, I am suddenly happy.

"Taste yourself." He seemed to be in a good mood, whistling while breaking the donuts.

I leaned down and kissed him.

"Wow, so sweet." I added another sentence. "So I don't eat."

Jerome laughed, a sharp grin at the corners of his mouth.

"I have to ask." Theo suddenly appeared out of nowhere. "you……"

"If you're asking about relationships." Jerome winked at me.

"friends with benefits."

There was a slight change in Theo's face.

"Oh, that's too hurtful." I pouted. "Jerome, you have to hesitate, then frown, reluctantly say 'oh we're friends with benefits'. You have to be a little expressive—" I draw out the ending, squeeze my thumb and forefinger, in the air A drawn note is drawn in the middle.

"One more time, Jerome."

"Okay." Jerome sat upright and cleared his throat.

He looked hesitant and sad, frowning, and his green eyes were even slightly red, as if tears were about to flow out in a second.

In a low voice, he said—

"Oh, Mr. Calvin." He whimpered. "Miss Wilhelms and I are friends with benefits."

"How?" He suddenly laughed and raised his eyebrows at me.

"Perfect." I nodded and turned to pick up the pink donut Greenwood was about to pick up.

"Sorry." I took a bite and winked at him.

Barbara was still waving the little leather whip cheerfully. I walked up to the poor man and pulled out the wand that Mr. Calvin found for me from under my skirt.

My Merlin is actually produced by Ollivander in the UK.

I cast a spell on the poor wretch lying on the ground.

"Cruciate."

How could a wizard lose face in front of Muggles, the poor ghost's scream immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"New feeling, huh?" I smiled and read it again.

"Cruciate."

No one noticed that Wilhelms' eyes suddenly dimmed.

The author has something to say: Fairy Wilhelm is not happy

sosad

There are more comments here than "Winter Rose"... If you keep working hard, I may finish writing this in one breath without stopping hhhh

☆, the finished Wilhex

The room was terribly quiet, only the poor ghost kept twitching on the ground and screaming horribly.

I think he's going to hoarse.

After a while Jerome started laughing.

And the sudden stillness in the room was eased by Jerome's infectious laughter.

Greenwood stood on the chair, looked at us, and sat down again.

"How did you do that?" he asked curiously, taking a bite out of the donut.

"I'm a witch, of course I use magic!"

I tucked my wand back into the hidden button of my skirt and stood obediently behind Barbara.

Theo raised his eyebrows, and there was a strange joy in his eyes.He smiled at me like I was a surprise.

Maybe people with such a face like to make long speeches, and he began to encourage everyone at the table to make persistent efforts.

I picked up the newspaper he had thrown on the table, and on the front page it said that I saw a photo with a mosaic.But what can still be seen clearly is that there are a few people whose brains have been blown out, and a word formed by the letters on their bodies.

"Crazy Gang?"

I thought about it and gave a fair evaluation. "Realistic but not artistic enough. But the exclamation mark at the end is really a finishing touch, fully implementing the principle of no waste."

"Thank you." Jerome stood up suddenly, waving the non-existent hat in a gesture of nodding. "Thank you, I will continue to work hard."

Theo said that what we have to do now is to destroy the goodness of the citizens of Gotham first, and then save them, so that they are in our pocket.

Jerome looked eager to try, with ambition and desire written all over his face.It made him look all the more seductive and—sweeter.

But "we"?

The accuracy of this word is still to be considered. In fact, the last man with this face who appeared in front of me was not a person who likes to share.

So I don't believe that a man with the same face would be happy to share Gotham.

Especially, with us Arkhamites.

Perhaps it was the fear of this face imprinted in my bones, when Theo's gaze turned to me, I shrunk my neck subconsciously.

After all, the Cruciatus Curse really hurts.

Theo didn't care about my little anomaly. He said, we are going to start a show and be on TV, so we have to learn to act.Everyone has to have their own style blah blah.

He began to ask everyone at the table to say the opening remarks that are common at formal banquets.The first person to be named was a wretched man named Dobkins with a hair full of instant noodles.

He said it twice and failed to satisfy Theo. When it was Greenwood's turn, he exaggerated like a comedian, but Theo still gave a good evaluation.

I glanced at Jerome, who was yawning impatiently.

Theo looked at the big man again, thinking about it or forgetting it.

"Can I try?" I raised my hand to signal.

Theo nodded happily.

I cleared my throat, sat on the table and corrected my posture, and said my lines.

"It's like a radio host, Wilhelm." Theo shook his head. "You're too formal."

I'll take this as a compliment for now.

Finally, it was Jerome's turn.

With the kind of eagerness to try, he also cleared his throat, jumped up and stood on the chair with the armrests, and spread his arms.

He first said the previous sentence in a strange tone and with a cute little stammer.

"Ladies--"

Then it plummeted to a more formal voice than mine.

"And gentlemen."

The end of the sentence rose, "In the evening——"

Fall again. "good."

Simply perfect.

Apparently Theo thought so too, saying his voice had a "childlike charm".I added in my mind—the same goes for the bed.

Jerome, who was praised, laughed, the same kind of sinister laughter that was suppressed from his throat.

Theo nodded in satisfaction, saying that the laughter can also be added.

Theo was glad the three of us got along.

"Like mother, mother and daughter," Barbara added, looking at my dress.

"It's not fair." I stamped my foot and tied the ribbon of the bow again. "I'm not the only one who is still at school age in this room!"

"Look at the newspaper, Wilhelms."

Jerome's tone was cold.

When I thought of that wonderful exclamation point, I realized that I was really the one who didn't do anything.

"Okay, I'm just a naive ghost."

I stuck out my tongue, turned around and cast a Cruciatus Curse on the unconscious box man.

He jumped up screaming again.

Barbara gave the man a blank look. "I thought he was dead."

"Obviously not," I continued.

Theo came over to look at us both. "Don't really kill the mayor."

"Mayor?" I seemed to have grasped something important in his words, and repeated it excitedly.Then he rushed to the box man and took a good look.

"Ah, a government official. What a rarity!"

Theo on the side had already agreed with Barbara what to do when I was looking at the mayor, and now he turned to me, pointing at Jerome and Barbara respectively.

"Ignite headlines or extinguish hopes, which one do you choose?"

I looked at the two separately, and then turned my gaze back to Theo. "That depends on who doesn't dislike me as a childish ghost."

Barbara laughed, raised her whip and left with Tabitha, the high heels ticking on the floor along the way, which was very nice.

Maybe I should dress less like a kid?

But I like this skirt.

I looked at the sexy backs of the two of them, and suddenly said something like "I'm not a lesbian".

Theo laughed and patted the little bow on my neck.

"Follow Jerome, Wilhelms."

I glanced at Jerome, but I didn't notice the slightest emotion in his eyes.

At that time, I thought, there must be something wrong with me.

But where?

When it came time to pick a weapon, I was content with the second-hand wands I had, and just sat on the ground and rummaged through the boxes with wretched Dobkins and the big guy.

Dobkins deservedly left a wretched impression on my heart. When I picked up a shiny silver knife, he touched my hand.

"Did you wash your hands?" I asked him.

He just laughed, and his saliva was about to flow out.

I rolled my eyes and cut off one of his fingers with my backhand.

There was screaming and laughter, and I wiped the back of my blood-spattered hands with the curtains, and made a face at Dobkins.

Jerome and Greenwood didn't know when they quarreled over a good-looking samurai sword.

The sound of the chainsaw colliding with the blade was harsh and disturbing.

Theo came through the wicket and stopped them, saying we are a team and we don't fight among ourselves.

Oh dreaming.

I put the knife away, bypassed Dobkins who was still clutching his fingers, and sat on the window sill to watch the play.

I was in a good mood because I knew that Jerome had more potential than that Greenwood, and Jerome was more than twice as good as him.

So I knew that whatever happened, Jerome was going to win.

But when Theo pulled out a revolver and said he was going to make the two of them play roulette, I suddenly became nervous.

I thought Theo would definitely pull out the firing pin, but seeing his eager face and ready to hide the blood flower, this guess was completely shattered.

I found my hands were shaking.

I thought I was just not a nice guy, but I'm really not crazy.

I looked at Jerome, who was laughing insolently, and suddenly discovered a terrible fact.

I thought I was acting.

But I'm in love with a madman.

"One must have a starting point. I have vision, ambition and brains."

Yes, you are quite right, Jerome.

but……

"Greenwood

What's the secret to good comedy? "

He held the gun to his temple.

Then the trigger was pulled.

First shot.

"opportunity."

"Then what is courage?"

The muzzle reversed and slid to the cheek.

That was the second shot.

"Remain graceful under pressure."

He smiled more and more happily.

"So…

Who is the boss? "

The corners of his mouth were raised, and a mocking smile was engraved in the eyes of all the onlookers.

"I am the boss."

Love breeds jealousy, which is bad for teamwork, Theo said.That's why he killed the former boss.

Well, I'm done.Jerome.

"Jerome."

She took off her cloak, and her beautiful black hair fell over her shoulders.

"If you ask me, the psychic in your circus must be a magician. It's even less reliable than the divination teacher in our school."

In the cramped RV, the red-haired boy was swallowing a sandwich he picked up.And the wound on his face was still dripping blood.

He glanced at the girl, noncommittal to her words.

A girl in a black cloak walked up to him and handed him a glass bottle.

The bottle was plugged with a cork and contained a fine shimmering white powder.

"what is this."

Choking heavily, Jerome looked up from his sandwich to find water.He looked at the bottle in the girl's hand.

"I can't afford this stuff."

"I don't have that either." The girl stuffed the bottle directly into his hand. "This is our Bai Xian, it's the best for healing wounds."

"Looks like a bottle of glitter."

"It's worth more than [-] bottles of glitter."

Jerome was choking and thirsty. He pushed away the girl who was blocking his view, found the faucet, turned it on, and poured it into his mouth with his head raised.Water flowed down his worn sweater onto his pants and shoes.

I don't know, I thought his uncle threw him into the puddle besides beating him.

After drinking enough water, Jerome slumped back to the floor and looked at the girl in the cloak in front of him.

And the wound on her forehead.

As usual, he said mean words——

"Then why didn't it heal the wound on your face?"

The girl in the cloak was stunned, holding Bai Xian's hand and stopped in mid-air.

"I am used to it."

Jerome gave an inexplicable smile.

"I'm used to it too."

Footsteps suddenly sounded outside, the girl turned and looked out the window, and when she turned back, she saw a panicked and trembling Jerome.

"She's coming back, hurry—"

The remaining half of the sentence was blocked in a kiss.

"take care of yourself."

The girl patted his hand holding Bai Xian.

"See you next time..."

He was alone in the RV.

The door opened and the drunken woman vomited all over Jerome as soon as she entered.

"What's your expression like."

She slapped him across the face.

"It's like being fucked by someone."

After saying this, the drunk woman collapsed on the floor completely drunk.

When she fell, she tried to catch Jerome, but only caught a glass bottle.

Baixian powder was scattered all over the ground.Everywhere is sparkling white.

Jerome looked at the mess of the place and laughed.

Yeah, it's like fucking fucked.

Completely correct.

Jerome, who had successfully won Theo's affirmation and the leadership position in the team, laughed while holding the samurai sword.

He walked up to Wilhelm who was sitting by the window, and made a head-bang gesture to her head.

He saw Will's panic, long before his victory.

"You're exposed, witch."

He said.

A pair of green eyes were burning with fire.

I'm exposed.

The author has something to say: My barren language cannot describe Jerome's appearance when he was playing gambling

So I briefly wrote down the key points, and I hope that you can draw the cute little angel Jerome in your heart under the preparatory work of the previous article.

Maybe that's the best way to describe him.

Jerome, it's perfect.

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☆Jerome the Manic

【"My, poor ghost sister."】

That voice said so.

When he opened his eyes, Jerome was in front of him.I was pinching his chin, looking like I was going to kiss him.

Still Calvin, but in Jerome's house.

"what happened……?"

I was a little confused, and Jerome's expression changed from disgust to indifference after I said this sentence.

"Am I sleepwalking?" I asked him.

"Untie your magic before you speak, sweetheart." Jerome turned his head away.

Only then did I realize that I was completely suppressing him in a posture of riding on his crotch, pinching his chin, not only wanting to kiss, but also to rape.

And his two hands were clasped together, held high above his head.

I snapped my fingers, and Jerome let go, shaking his arm again.A roll over put me under the body.

"Your sister came out to talk to me, honey," he whispered in my ear.

My whole body froze.

"She's dead, Jerome," I added. "I hung upside down in the auditorium, cast three Unforgivable Curses, and drained the blood. You are a Muggle, and you can't see a ghost on a Muggle, let alone she didn't become a ghost..."

"But she's stalking you."

He pursed his lips helplessly, kissed the corner of my lips, and blocked the remaining words that he hadn't said.

I was silent.

"I'm a little bit of what she's doing to me