HP for world peace

People who use "minutes" to calculate time have 59 times more time than those who use "hours" to calculate time. — Rybakov I read this line in the hardcover book, and I couldn't help but smile.Huh~ What do you use to compare "minutes" with "hours", I have lived for so long, and the ratio of "years" and your "minutes" is more than 59 times longer.Tragic elf bloodline, living in this world can't even experience aging.In another ten years, you guys can call me old lady and old witch.Maybe Tianshan Child Elder?Millennium old demon?

It doesn't matter, the true meaning of life lies in sports, and I dedicate the true meaning to my flower business.We can't compare ourselves to other people, no matter how much we pretend to be human, we can't change the fact that our races are different.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Vikram, do you have bell flowers here today?" With a crisp ringing of the small bell on the door, the guest pushed the door and entered.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Edwin, are you picking this one for your lovely little daughter again today?" With a smile like a spring breeze, I brought the guests to the flower stand with bell flowers.

When talking about his little princess, Edwin smiled and said, "My lovely princess likes your flowers, and she always clamors to come here. But unfortunately, the little princess has a cold and can't go out today. I can only come Chosen for her."

"She will like it." With a smile, I took down the pot he designated and handed it to him.

"Mr. Vikram, my wife wants me to ask you if flowers keep you young? Just a little secret, can you reveal it to my wife?"

"The secret to staying young?" I asked strangely.

"You look the same as seven years ago. Does planting flowers and reading classics really have the effect of delaying aging?"

"Perhaps you should add that you don't smoke, don't drink alcohol, eat more fruits and vegetables, and get close to nature. A healthy life always has a great impact on the body, are you right?"

I thought for a while and said half-truth.

"Sounds reasonable, but my wife must not be able to do it. She likes to drink and doesn't like sports."

After seeing off the guests, I stared at the blue hyacinth in the old seat and sighed, seven years have passed, but I didn't feel it.This pot of blue hyacinth has bloomed from that time to now, and there is no sign of decay.I have been pondering the specific function of the spirit king's breath for a long time. At the beginning, I blew on this flower in one breath every day, but I over-blown it, and its flowering period was deeply extended by 7 years.But now, it should have died long ago, but it has maintained its original beauty until now.This potted flower has its own persistence and continues to bloom.Maybe one day, it will suddenly turn into fly ash.

Oops~ A potted flower can mutate, this world is amazing.Maybe one day it can be cultivated into a flower demon.Holding his chin, he thought seriously about whether I should water and fertilize the flower demon during its cultivation.

I saw a small figure out of the corner of my eye, and I turned my head slightly to look out the window.It was a rare black-haired and red-eyed child, with deep black hair like ink, white to transparent skin, and clear cherry red eyes. It looked like a five-year-old child was passing by.He walked straight along the sidewalk with his little feet, but the expressionless bun face with his neck twisted was looking at him.Tsk~ This kid looks really familiar.

So, out of habit, I smiled softly at him with soothing brows and eyes.I have used this trick for many years. I have seen gods kill gods, meet demons and subdue demons, killing countless men and women in seconds under my mysterious smile offensive like a magic stick.

As I expected, the little child stumbled, and his tense bun face broke.The cherry red eyes widened slightly, and the small mouth that was pursed into a line made an O shape to express "I'm very surprised".After being dazed for a few seconds, he immediately ran away with a blushing face and kicks.

This kid is really funny.Turning my gaze back to the polished glass window, and looking at the young man with black hair and white skin in the reflection, I suddenly realized.No wonder it looks familiar, it turns out that this child is like me, with the same black hair, the same red pupils, and even the same skin color.

Could it be my child?

I continued to hold my chin and ponder seriously over the years whether I had developed the bad habit of running around in the middle of the night during the estrus period after drinking and climbing other people's daughter's windows.Then he expressed contempt for himself with black lines all over his head.The system of not getting drunk for a thousand cups and having sex after drinking is what. If the dark elves have a estrus period like a beast, the sun can reproduce by itself and reproduce N solar systems.As for climbing someone's girl's window in the middle of the night, if I really do it, I don't need to say that girl should be happy to spread the word all over the world.

Alas~ Are the days too boring?Then find something to do.

Taking out the piles of spell books brought back from the bookstore in Diagon Alley, I continued to study those weird spells.Speaking of which, wizards in this world are really embarrassing things. A small wooden stick can be done very well, and they don't even have a powerful group attack magic.If there was a group fight, wouldn't they take Awada's turn one by one?How tiring it must be.

An embarrassing thing is an embarrassing thing, there are no spells that can cause great damage, but spells that can be mischievous abound.Wouldn't it be a farce if they went to the battlefield?

However, I am also very interested in learning these spells. After learning them, I can save a lot of trouble. In other words, they can make me lazy.

The days are still going on unhurriedly, and occasionally I can see the child passing by through the window.That kid always turned his head and watched me pass by, and every time I caught his gaze, I would give him a perfect cosplay angel healing smile.Except for the first time when the child ran away with a blushing face, the child kept a straight face, determined to face me with a blank expression, but an uncontrollable blush floated on his cheeks.

Sometimes he walked by with an arm full of small handicrafts, sometimes he walked by empty-handed as if he was really just passing by, and a few times he walked by with a few older children holding a donation box.

I knew they were children of orphanages, and there are not many orphanages in London.The economic crisis and wars in recent years have increased the number of children abandoned by their parents exponentially.As the situation worsened, the government's relief funds for orphanages were cut for a time.

And the place where my shop is located is an area where businesses are more prosperous and rich people are more likely to hang out. It is not uncommon for children to come here to sell small handmade products to raise funds.

I sat quietly in the shop, from spring to winter.I thought that one day, that kid who seemed interested in me would step in.

But in fact, that little child just turned his head to look at me stubbornly with a poker face, and then passed by.

This winter, the wind and snow came as expected.The child walked past the window in slightly thin clothes, sometimes once or twice a week, and sometimes he could be seen every day.And he never stepped in.

So the children nowadays are more powerful than each other, and their vigilance is so strong at such a young age that the old lady is like a strange sorghum, ruthlessly labeling them as inaccessible, inaccessible, and not to be alone.

Damn, my old lady is smiling when she unconditionally presents a magic stick card every time.Give it back to me, you bastard!

So, before I went to sleep, I became the head of the death group, and added a child who always used his eyes to torture my nerves that were many times sharper than ordinary people from the orange peel Merlin that I had to talk about for thousands of years.

On this day, it was snowing heavily in the middle of winter, and I nestled in the store and began to read the most intimate "Journey to the West".Sure enough, the one produced by my Celestial Dynasty is so good-looking~ It looks so intimate~ Even the simple description of the image of Brother Monkey in the book moved me.

Indulging in my wonderful Chinese characters, my sharp nerves began to protest to me again.I looked up and looked out the window, but I didn't see the familiar little boy passing by.Lowering my head, I continued to turn the pages and continue to focus on the text.

When I looked up again, more than half an hour had passed, but the sight staring at me still hadn't disappeared.

Is there any mistake, staring at people like this is called an old lady, how can I read a book.What's wrong with the brat this time, it's really unkind to torment my nerves like this!

Putting down the book, I got up and walked to the door. Standing at the door and looking in the direction I perceived, I saw two small footprints on the snow, but the owner of the small footprints was not standing there.

Hey, I said kid, who are you trying to deceive by hiding so clumsily.I know you are behind the wall.

I just stood there, looking at the gray wall.After waiting for a while, there was still no movement.This kid is so patient!I praised it, and I continued to watch it unmoved. After a while, the child probably confirmed that I had returned to the store before carefully poking out his little head to check.As soon as he checked, he froze there, because the person he saw was still standing at the door of the store smiling at him leisurely.

Okay, I admit it's funny to see the kid's embarrassing expression.But the child's face is blue and white, his lips are black and purple from the cold, and his little cheek is bruised and swollen on one side, which is not interesting.I waved to the kid to come over.He leaned against the wall and stared at me.

Hey, why do I feel that this scene looks familiar?

Next, I resorted to my usual tricks—the shining angel healing smile.Use the brilliance of the head of the dead group to shine on you, the child, hurry up and come to the old lady obediently, or you will look good.

The child hesitated for a moment, then stood up as if he had made up his mind.No matter how you look at it, there is a stance that the strong man is gone forever, causing me to have the illusion that I am doing all kinds of evil, bullying men and women, and losing my conscience.Damn, this kid is a little too superb.

When he came up to me with his little feet, I looked at him softly, "I am lucky to know your name, lovely little gentleman?"

"Tom.Marvolo.Riddle." He blushed and replied.

Hey, this name also gives people a sense of disobedience, as if I have heard it somewhere.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Tom, then, may I have the honor to treat you to a cup of tea?"

"Hmm." He nodded obediently.

I invited him in and took the place where the young woman with the dark eyes had been.Make tea for him, and take out homemade treats from enthusiastic girls. After taking a sip of hot tea, kid Tom's face turned a little rosy. He seemed very nervous, and his cherry red eyes showed anxiety, "Sir, what should I call you?"

"Vikram, you can call me Vikram."

"..." Tom held his teacup with his head down, not knowing what to think, and when he looked up again, he was serious and determined, "Can I ask you a question?"

"Okay, if I know the answer, I will tell you."

"Do you know Merope.Gaunt? She's my mother..."

The moment I heard this name, I felt as if I had traveled back in time again. Merope. Gaunt, that ordinary, melancholy and inferior girl, flashed back to a long time ago.The words of the old orange peel, which I had forgotten in the corner for a long time, flashed into my mind again - your mission is to maintain world peace, and you will teach Tom. Riddle the correct world view and help him get out of the shadow of childhood.

The task of reappearing the earth that gave me the unceremonious floating clouds early, said that world peace is a childhood thing of a child.This old Orange Peel didn't even explain clearly, he didn't have any professionalism, his professional ethics must have been ruined by him.

I replied with a look of surprise, "Of course, I know her. I have been with her for a while."

What Xiaoluotou said next terrified me. He asked me seriously, pretending to be serious, "Then are you my father?"

Pfft——I really want to spray, I really want to spray, calm down, calm down, it’s nothing, when I comforted my classmate, I didn’t say any soft, philosophical and nasty words, I didn’t even say the part that forced me to put the cupboard I have endured the impulse to put all the cups and tableware in my life on the tea table in my life.He was just asking if you were his father. Both of them have black hair and red eyes, so it is easy to be misunderstood.We have to be considerate of children's yearning for parents without parents since they were young, lest the poisonous tongue hit the pure and fragile hearts of other children.How many children left shadows like this, then twisted and twisted, and finally grew into terrorists who persecuted innocent passers-by, robbed their homes, disrupted social order, and made the world no longer harmonious... By the way, this kid Tom will not really leave any shadows when he was young. Let's ruin the peace of the world...

Think carefully about the old orange peel's words - your mission is to maintain world peace, and it is up to you to teach Tom. Riddle a correct view of the world and help him get out of the shadow of childhood.

Sure enough, the child was a fragile young man whose heart was severely hit, causing the future to grow distorted.

Oops, I suddenly feel that I bear the heavy responsibility of the lives and safety of billions of people in the world! It's very stressful!So, within 0.03 seconds of me, I decided to raise a filial son to support the elderly.

Swallowing down the tea, I carefully looked at the little face of the little radish that had been flattened, "Ah, Tom really looks like me."

Little Luobotou immediately became excited, and stared at him without blinking.

"When your mother disappeared after Christmas Eve, I was focused on planting gifts for the baby who was about to be born and ignored your mother. When I recovered the next day, your mother was gone. I never I found her in the suburbs in the city and couldn’t find her everywhere. (From the small house rented by Merope in the city to the flower field of classmate V in the suburbs, two straight lines.) Then your mother’s friend told me that she went back to her mother’s house to have a baby, and there was no news after that. Tom , good boy, can you tell me where your mother is?"

"Mom died because of giving birth to me." Tom said disappointedly.

"..." After a long silence, I seemed to pull myself together from the grief, hugged Tom's thin body and comforted gently, "It's okay baby, you still have me. Thank God for not taking you all away. "

Soothed by the soft and pleasant voice, Tom couldn't help crying in his warm embrace, "Woo~Father~"

"Be good, don't cry, don't cry, I will always be with you in the future, don't be sad anymore." I was exhausted from comforting, this little one is not much less lethal than his Merope mother back then.Why does the old lady still do this kind of thing of coaxing children? She obviously doesn't even have a partner, but she hooked up such a big son with just one sentence, which is very frustrating!

In fact, many, many years later, every time Lord Voldemort thought of this scene, he would be devastated.Like a fool, he just recognized his irrelevant father and came back.What's even more frustrating is that the huge obstacle on his bumpy emotional road is that someone really treats him as a son over time.