good man story

It was the coldest day in this fall.It was also on that day that Merlin Square, which had become almost empty due to the war, gathered a lot of people again.It is not an exaggeration to use the word overcrowded to describe it.Beside the stone statue of Merlin is a rough wooden platform.Armed forces in uniform lined up around the table.There were a lot of people inside and outside, and the Aurors isolated the crowd, so that no matter who stood in front or behind, they could see the high platform clearly.

Sylvia sat on the chair on the high platform, facing the noisy crowd without saying a word.

People have heard the news from the newspapers, saying that the Auror Headquarters is going to disclose the execution process of the death row inmates.The law of murder for life existed many, long ago, but it was the first time in history that it was actually implemented.The Muggleborn came to see if this public execution was real or fake.The half-bloods also came to see if this cold-faced king Potter really dared to attack his own family.The pure-bloods also joined in the fun this time, let's see what the meaning of Potter is.

That's how people come together.

Voldemort didn't come, Victoria didn't come, Lucius came, and a small number of Death Eaters came.They didn't get an order to attack, and they just came to watch the wind as ordinary people to see if there was anything worth noting.If there is, go back and report to the master, maybe you can exchange for some rewards, if not, let's see how this Auror chief has the guts to kill people in front of so many people.

Sylvia saw a few familiar faces in the crowd.There was Charles, and there was Walburga, but they were all hidden behind, and the young people crowded in front.She also saw Lucius under the hood in the crowd. She couldn't quite see the expression on that face, but Sylvia could guess it after thinking about it.

Who are the prisoners?

Arlo Braun.She knew Sylvia's uncle in name, and she had held onto him for several years. Even many years ago, Sylvia brought back the savior from the future from him.He is not close to the Potter family, but he is still a member of the powerful network of the Potter family, but what he does is seed work.

Araminta Melifran.A close relative of the Black family, and the real aunt of Sirius Black.For many years, he has devoted himself to passing laws to legalize Muggle hunting, tortured and killed Muggles many times, and was arrested and imprisoned for trading Muggles with dark wizards.

Mercier Deroncel.Malfoy's cousin who is currently in charge of the family, he is a somewhat famous trash fish caught by the Death Eaters a few days ago.It's true that she doesn't have much real ability, she will do some sneaky things, she is lustful by nature, and has raped many Muggle girls.He had been in Azkaban before, and when Voldemort was recruiting those punks, Messier also got in. He wanted to use Voldemort's power to do his dirty tricks again.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and at 45:[-], the already cold Merlin Square became even colder.Accompanied by a strong breath of despair.It started with one, and as time passed, a group gathered in the sky.A group of dementors, they are floating there, as if waiting for something.

Not long after, three people in striped prison uniforms were brought up, led by a dementor with a fancy cloak, accompanied by a lame magic eye, and Marlene with a fierce face.There was one dementor to the left and right of the prisoner, and the magic eye and Marlene were on the outside, and each of them led a team.

Shackles, chains, filthy.

Withered hair, thin, gray complexion.

The crowd fell silent, because of the dementor, because of the three.

When men were brought to the high place, they saw their enemies.

Sylvia Potter.

The first to react was Arlo Braun.He saw Sylvia, looking at the woman who had smiled with him before, and now she was sitting there coldly.A cold face, and equally cold eyes.The silver-gray eyes exuded a cold meaning.Arlo Braun has always known that the girl who smiled and asked for a list was not a small character. He has always lived cautiously, avoiding those big people who can't be messed with, and avoiding all the things that may make him die without a burial. The danger of the land, but after all, it was fully exploited by this person.He was imprisoned in Azkaban for three years. He tried hard to figure out which link had gone wrong, but he couldn't figure it out. Finally, after hearing the names of Melifran and Deroncel , he figured it out.

It turned out that he had already been sentenced to death at the very beginning, so he vented his anger not on Sylvia but on the man in the crowd who couldn't be seen at all.

"Charles Potter! You are ruthless, you are so fucking ruthless, who in the magic world dares to disobey you, I will be the first to disagree!"

It's like a start, and then there's a bigger growl coming from the dying.

"Sylvia Potter! You are not a fucking human!!! You are a fucking beast!!" With the sound of cursing, Messier Deroncel cursed with all his strength.The roar was especially clear in the crowd.Everyone stared blankly at everything on the high platform, and everyone was waiting for the reaction of the scolded person.

But Sylvia didn't say anything.She just closed her eyes and sighed softly.

Sylvia didn't want to say anything, she suddenly felt tired.Then she didn't understand why she did these thankless things.

Why would she do this?

Obviously she has traveled through time, she is familiar with all the plots, and she knows that even if she doesn't do it herself, how many years later the savior will harvest all of Voldemort's lives like wheat.She knows who the bad guys are, she knows who can be trusted, and she knows too many people's weaknesses.She has death cards, she knows the relationship between everyone and everyone, and she knows the secrets that no one wants to hide.Even Voldemort.

If she wanted to live her life without attracting Voldemort's attention, it would be easier than eating.Even if she wanted to kill Voldemort, it would be easy.

But why did she do this, why did she do these thankless things.She is lazier than anyone else, and she is more afraid of trouble than anyone else, but why did she do this?

"Jie ha ha ha ha ha!!!!"

A deep and maniacal laughter came from the woman.The voice was terrifying and frightening, and even frightened Messire Deroncel, who was yelling.Even those onlookers couldn't help but stand on end.Yes, this woman has Blake blood.

Sylvia opened her eyes, and looked at the mad woman calmly and indifferently.

"Hahaha, pure blood, pure blood Potter, you traitor, pure blood traitor, you must die!!!"

Fierce as a ghost, ferocious as a monster.

Araminta rushed towards Sylvia violently, the strength of which surprised the dementors who imprisoned her. In just a moment, the woman had already rushed in front of Sylvia fiercely, only one step away, holding her back The women are Alastor and Marlene.

That one step away, can no longer move forward.

But that didn't stop the crazy woman.She stared at Sylvia fiercely, and what came out of her mouth was a stench of blood.

Unbiased, the filth fell on Sylvia's face.

At the moment when everyone exclaimed, the voice that could be heard by the entire Merlin Square spewed out in an extremely ferocious and decisive tone.

"Sylvia D. Porter, I, Araminta Isa Melibran, curse you with my soul, curse those you love, suffer a thousand times, the empire you forged, fleeting, your descendants Offspring, male thieves and female prostitutes, I swear with my soul, when you die, you will bleed three thousand times, your body will be trampled by thousands of people, your name will be reviled from generation to generation, and your soul will never rest in peace!!!”

The huge square was silent.Whether it's the prisoners, or the onlookers, whether it's the dementors, or the armed forces.Everyone was dumbfounded, because of the curse that was suddenly spoken, and everyone was at a loss, because it was a poisonous curse that cost the soul.

"It's time." Sylvia said lightly, her voice was so steady and calm, as if she didn't know what happened just now, as if the curse never existed, as Araminta said The words were just a common curse.She even cleaned her face easily with a wave of her hand.

But no.

Marlene swallowed her dry throat due to the shock, and spoke with a hoarseness that even he couldn't believe.

"Boss, that curse—"

"It's eleven o'clock, the executioner, let's begin."

Sylvia said calmly.

The hand of the executioner trembling with the great axe, he was the executioner.His ax had cut down many animals, many magical creatures, but never a man.In fact, this is not the real reason why he can't do it.The real reason is that woman's curse.

His legs were weak, his hands had no strength to lift the axe, and he—

With her hands empty, Sylvia stood up, and in her hand was the giant ax that was sweated by the executioner.

It took only a split second to go from being raised high to falling down ferociously.Marlene watched in astonishment as the body of the person she was restraining separated from her family. The fear was born at the moment the blood sprayed on her face.He even let go of Araminta, who had turned into a corpse, out of fear.He subconsciously went to look at Sylvia, and what he saw was the tall and thin woman swinging a huge ax that was the same shape as hers, beheading Arro Braun's head.

At that moment, Marlene's eyes were withdrawn.In the process of retreating, it just caught the magic eye.

Familiar emotions, which are the same as myself.

fear.

"boom!"

There was a loud sound as the giant ax fell to the ground.Sylvia first looked down at the dead Araminta, and then she looked up at everyone.

Marlene could see the spots of scarlet stained on that fair face, he could see it, and those people under the high stage could also see it.

The trend has become, bringing up the strands of hair on the woman's forehead, and also bringing up the slightly thin corner of the robe.There wasn't much excitement in Sylvia's eyes, nor was there much anger, nor even much emotion.

Her voice was firm and cold.At that moment, Ma Lin couldn't feel too much coldness and ruthlessness, he was almost swallowed by the majestic righteousness like a mountain.

"Killing for life is justified. I, Sylvia D. Porter, have never done anything unworthy of the world for 25 years in my life. The cancer will not be cured for a day, and the magic world will not be peaceful for a day. The mere curse and the magic world Compared with the safety and danger of big and small, up and down, it's nothing to worry about!"

She let go of the big ax in her hand and wiped off the salty smell on her face; she turned around and looked down at the corpse lying on the ground.

she says.

"Even if I die badly, it's not worth it if I can get these 870 three wizards to sleep peacefully."

In the crowd, someone sighed faintly, and quietly left this silent place.

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The author has something to say:

A certain one: Life is not easy, the road ahead is full of thorns, drink a cup of Taihe soup, shed a handful of heroic tears, ride a horse tonight, and tomorrow will still be sunny.

Sylvia: ...I want to be a hero.

A certain one: Heroes are just legends, and you are not a hero if you live in this world.Maybe you will be in a thousand years.

Sylvia: Hehe, after all, he is still young and frivolous, and after living for so long, he still doesn't understand.

A certain one: It's best if you don't understand. If you really understand, then there's nothing to live for. Xi Wei has a long way to go.

Sylvia: Hehe, it's just a handful of yellow sand, so why talk about the top of the world, it's nothing more than the love of children, don't learn from me in the future, don't tolerate the world if you are short, and don't accommodate all rivers if you are narrow.

A certain one: Oh...