good man story

Voldemort took advantage of the chaos and fled, but he did not escape the attack of Sylvia and the others due to his serious injuries. The trauma to his soul and body greatly weakened Voldemort's strength.More than half of the Death Eaters were lost, most of them were arrested led by Antonin Dolokhov, Antonin Dolokhov resisted arrest and was shot dead, Victoria seriously injured Remus, Sirius, and James. Dozens of people fled.With 110 combat members, 54 were slightly injured, 27 were seriously injured, 69 were killed, 55 Death Eaters were killed, and [-] were captured.Voldemort had less than a hundred people in his hands.The two sides were equal in number and strength, and Sylvia occupied the terrain. If it hadn't been for an ambush in advance, it would be difficult to kill so many.

At the General Administration Hospital, when Irene was putting plaster on Sylvia's comminuted fractured right arm, Greg came to report that he was safe and sound.The two tasks were successfully completed, and what was brought back at the same time was Voldemort's private treasury. The finance department is keeping records, and the converted amount will be released tomorrow.Before Sylvia could say a good word, Irene forcibly pressed her on the bed, saying that the injury would take three days to recuperate, and her hand could not move for the time being.But she still grinned and said, the bonus for each soldier is [-], one day off, and they will be released in turn.

Sylvia didn't have to think about how furious Voldemort would be when he saw the ransacked manor, and she didn't want to think that Voldemort had completely lost power this time.Just like that, with this thought, Sylvia fell asleep peacefully for the first time in many years.

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Voldemort was really furious, not because the manor was turned into scorched earth, but because his last Horcrux also fell into Sylvia's hands.After surviving the pain of the Horcrux being destroyed and venting the anger of failure, Voldemort regained his sanity in the first place.

The general situation is over, and it is impossible to make a comeback.If the Horcrux is still in his hands, it is still possible, but half of his life is in Sylvia's hands, so there is nothing to sing about.This is what Voldemort really thinks in his heart, and of course he won't say it.Abandoning Victoria, who was following closely, Voldemort seriously reflected on everything he had done in a place that no one knew.What was the reason for his failure?

In a hurry?arrogant?Don't know what's good or bad?

Or because of Horcruxes?

"Old friend, for so many years, I have tried my best to turn the world upside down. I succeeded but also failed, didn't I?"

There is no sound in the silent empty valley, and the dark water surface is sparkling. No one can answer his words, even if there is no echo.

"In the past, I formed cliques and held power over the world. No one dared to oppose me if I said a word, and no one dared to be angry if I killed someone. Albus tried every means to prevent me, and I still gave him a dark world, but these I've gone downhill this year."

Still no one answered him.Voldemort stood for a long time, probably a little tired, so he sat on a high platform on one side. This is a cave. He sat there like an ordinary person, just like many years ago, with his legs hanging down. It is a dark lake, surrounded by mountains, but there is an extra lake here.

"Gold, silver, jewellery, fine wine and mountain delicacies have all been tasted once. Intrigues, intrigues, everyone bows down, everyone fears, and I have also experienced it."

This life is probably like this.

Voldemort suddenly smiled inappropriately for him, it wasn't ugly, red eyes, bald head, slightly raised mouth corners on a pale face, it didn't look like Voldemort, but a man with a story.

"A lifelong rival, Albus Dumbledore is still my defeat after all." The pride in him here, the pride that came from within, and then he smiled even bigger, "Then there is a little girl, West Via Potter, not inferior to Albus, is even stronger than him, and it is indeed very enjoyable to be an opponent."

Countless confrontations with Sylvia, won or lost, made him very happy no matter which one.

Why did you lose?

"...After all, it was a bad move, and I underestimated her." Voldemort said to himself, and after a while he didn't mind smiling, as if he was talking to himself or to someone else, "You probably want to Say I'm making excuses."

The damp wind caused ripples, and Voldemort squinted slightly to enjoy the moment of dampness. No one could see such a figure. If anyone could see it, they would probably think why this not fat man was so lonely.

"I won't look for it this time, I haven't seen you for many years, but don't worry, I will try my best to live as you said."

Voldemort is not a man who weeps, he doesn't need to cry, he doesn't need sympathy, let alone pity, he doesn't even need company, so what exactly does he want?To conquer death?

"...If only you survived."

Maybe not.

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The door slamming early in the morning is a tragedy for a hangover, perhaps even more tragic than that.Evan was about to be killed by the noise of knocking on the door, but he hadn't started yet. The person on the bed kicked him with his feet and asked him to open the door. The girl who had slept all night couldn't stand it anymore.Why do I say I slept all night, because the naked body, there are still wine bottles all over the floor, and the table is also full of sex, there is still some leftovers on it.Evan looked at the person lying on the bed sleeping in the dark, and he swore that next time he would never look for someone who took drugs, even if he had beautiful black curly hair.Merlin, he has to go to the wizarding world to buy the water of abstinence.After barely putting on a pair of boxer briefs, the knock on the door outside became even more urgent.Evan picked up the half bottle of whiskey left on the ground and drank it while walking outside.

Sure enough, whiskey is still the answer to a hangover headache.

When the door was opened, there was a strong smell of alcohol, which was felt by outsiders.Evan glanced at the person coming and didn't close the door, turned his head and went in again.

"Trash! Why did it take me so long to open the door!" The person yelled, seeing a pile of wine bottles and leftover pizza spread out on the ground, his tone was particularly bad.Evan didn't care, he sat on the ground as if he had no bones, he took the remote control and turned on the TV, oh, it's another boring weather forecast, the weather in London is always the same, it's not a good day!

"You are such a disgrace to the family!" The woman said sharply, and Evan snorted softly. He had long been numb after hearing these things he grew up with.He could even answer a few words, "How are you better than me? Does your master say the same about you?"

"Slap!" The slap slapped Evan's face, which hurt a lot.This is his sister, but it is also his sister who slaps him the most.He thought to himself, she must say the next sentence, what are you, what right do you have to say things like me.

"Who do you think you are?!"

See, right?

"Shut the fuck up and make no one sleep! Let's make a noise!!!" A very irritable female voice came from the bed, and Evan turned his head to look at it, and the other's body sat down suddenly. Got up, eyes still closed, she finished speaking and then lay down again.Evan's mind moved, thinking that this girl must not have recovered from the high drugs, and then thought, temper is hot enough, sleep with her for a few more days.

"Who is this?" Victoria asked, and Evan thought for a while and said, "My bed partner." After he finished speaking, he added before the other party took the wand, "I'm going to rape her tonight, you dare to kill her, you No matter what you come to me, I will never agree."

The hand holding the wand was put down again, and Victoria slapped him again.She said disgustedly, "Give me the key to the family vault."

"My dad gave it to me."

"I'm your own sister! That's my dad—"

"Crack!!!" The wine bottle was thrown on the ground by Evan, and the splashed wine made the room full of alcohol even more intense.What Victoria saw was a pair of fierce eyes, and then a voice that seemed to come from hell came from this cowardly and incompetent brother.

"You are not qualified to call him dad!!!"

It was extremely frightening, Victoria's eyes paused for a moment, and then she changed into a cold expression, "Give me the key to the vault, or I will kill her." The cane was lightly tapped, without the slightest hint of a joke.Evan closed his eyes and returned to normal. He lay lazily on the ground, took out a golden key from the drawer with the TV, and threw it in front of Victoria like trash.

Victoria's complexion changed, but she still didn't say anything after all, she just lowered her head and picked up the golden key, but she didn't have the posture to leave immediately, she watched as Evan crawled and opened another bottle from the cabinet not far away New whiskey, pour yourself down hard.

"Aren't you leaving yet?"

Victoria didn't say anything, the brown liquid dripped from the corner of his mouth, he drank hard, he was drinking heavily.

Victoria glanced at him, and then she left. Before stepping out, she turned her head to look at Evan, and her tone became lighter, even with a little sigh.

"Evan, don't blame me, I have to."

Evan's face was gloomy, and he didn't seem to want to say anything.Victoria sighed, and said like a sister, "Drink less bars, it will hurt your kidneys."

After closing the door, Evan poured the whole bottle of wine into his stomach, which was so spicy and uncomfortable, but so comfortable that it made people scream.

After he had recovered from this, he lay down on the ground again, and stretched his arms under the bed as if he was groping for something. It took about a long time before he found a dusty thing from inside.This is his wand.

Dust couldn't disable the wand, so the Patronus floated out as usual.

——Harry, she came to me to get the key to my vault. It shouldn’t be money. She sealed something in my vault a few years ago. I don’t know what it is. Be careful, and she doesn’t know that I took it. Horcruxes, don't worry.

The silver patron saint circled him. This flying little guy is a phoenix. At this moment, Evan looked at the little guy almost with a doting expression, nodded the little guy's head affectionately, and spoke in an extremely gentle voice. Open your mouth.

"Go ahead, dear."

The little guy flapped his wings and disappeared into the air.

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Sylvia's arm is healed.Three days would pass quickly. She slept for a day and a half, and then issued a warrant for Voldemort's arrest, [-] rewards for killing, [-] rewards for catching alive, and [-] Galleons for correct whereabouts of Death Eaters. This defrauded Azkaban for three months and was fined five thousand.

No fool loses five thousand for five hundred, and it will take three months.Voldemort has nowhere to escape, unless he escapes abroad.But Voldemort didn't want to run away. If he loses, he loses. A loser has the bearing of a loser, and he hasn't lost completely yet, at least he still has people around him.

Sylvia hurt him, so he wanted to make Sylvia pay the same price at the last moment. He risked his life. He gave up his life and faced death until there was nothing to be afraid of. If the Horcrux is lost, it will be lost. Well, he really wants to see who is better in this last stand.

He made this plan.

"Is the news confirmed?" He failed to sit on the Diamond Throne, but he still had a detached demeanor, but it was Victoria who was furious.Batty ignored her, nodded and said, "I'm sure, I definitely didn't miss it."

"Hehe, it's kind of interesting. Since it's delivered to your door, you're welcome." Voldemort said, smiling meaningfully.Victoria frowned severely, and said bluntly, "Teacher, if you don't quit the country at this time, there is really no time to start again." This was almost contradictory, but Voldemort was not angry.At this moment, when he saw Victoria, he felt that his apprentice had never made any progress.

"Vito."

Voldemort spoke.Victoria froze for a moment, not knowing why.Voldemort didn't care whether she understood or not, so he asked a question from a long time ago.

"Do you still remember the old teacher playing cards with Sylvia and Albus?"

Batty didn't know about this, Victoria thought about it, and then remembered, her face was unhappy, she knew that time, it was actually Sylvia who lost. "Remember, when Potter cheated, her card was the lowest."

Hehe, I really don't make progress.

"After all these years, you have figured it out, why don't both Albus and I look at that deck of cards?"

This?

"If it wasn't for Potter's rhetoric to deceive the teacher—"

"Hehe." It really didn't make any progress, alas, it seems that I am not a teacher material.However, upon closer examination, this little apprentice of hers was really of mediocre aptitude. She was mistaken at the beginning, but luckily she taught her how to make Horcruxes. If she really made seven of them, what would happen? Voldemort didn't dare to think about it.He was afraid of death, and what he was afraid of was having no face to face his old friends. Fortunately...

"Vido, have you taken out what I asked you to take?"

"Take it out."

"Well, it will come in handy soon."

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