good man story

Rodolphus Lestrange just wanted to be a Death Eater in peace, but in fact he didn't care at all. Looking at the sky at a 45-degree angle is based on the book. The book says that if you give someone a side face at this angle, the little girl will be unconsciously addicted.Rodolphus decided to do this, to make it a habit, and he did. Unfortunately, his beard did not outline a white, tender and perfect angle as stated in the book. The chin, also failed to make the maturity he expected to be discovered by the pretty little girl.Apparently he forgot to read the title of the book when he was reading. He should read "Hundred Ways of Picking Up Girls" instead of "Chrysanthemums to Be Released".Fortunately, his chrysanthemum was still safe, and somehow he actually met a girl, and he also had an extra son, who was still in the womb, but the therapist said it was a son.This is really a great relief.In the battle of Azkaban, not only Antonin Dolohov was killed, but also Rodolphus' father and his younger brother.Rodolphus couldn't escape at the beginning, he was ready to die, but at the last moment, it was his father who stood in front of the fatal attack.The vitality disappeared very quickly, and even before his father could finish the word escape, his father died.Before that, his younger brother also died.

If you are a person with feelings, you will probably look up to the sky and sigh, then sing a long song, and sigh about injustice.But he didn't, Rodolphs just fled to the house as quickly as possible, quickly closed the door, and sealed the manor, he rushed to the wine cabinet and drank a large bottle of strong wine, to appease the little heart that was about to jump out of his heart .Then his wife told him that I was pregnant and the therapist said it was a boy.There was a sharp contrast between the happy face and the frightened Rodolphs' face. After 10 minutes of silence, Rodolphs swallowed those inexplicable sorrows and said something.Congratulations, I'm a dad.

Being a father means growing up, but this growth cannot make Rodolphs refuse Voldemort's call at all.Speaking of which, if he dies, will his property be confiscated?Should I transfer more money to my wife's treasury now, at least to be able to eat, drink and play for my son for a lifetime!Rodolphs has been thinking about this matter, and before he could react, he was sent by his master to win over the giant.Before he could say anything, he was kicked out with a mallet.Rodolphus told his master that the sub-task was a failure, so he set off on the return journey.Well, they should buy another house for their mother and child to live in. Lestrange Manor will be confiscated in the future, so find a remote place where there are few quiet and bad people. Fortunately, the seeds have been wiped out, so there is no need to worry about it.So, Rodolphs has no feelings at all.

Unlike the resplendent and magnificent Riddle Manor, this place looks really aggrieved.But fortunately, he can hide people. Rodolphs thought of a word, tigers fall into the sky, and he only thought about it for a second, and then he thought about his son again.What do you want to call it?Which college will you go to in the future?Is it a squib?Shall I send it to Durmstrang?But no matter where he stays, he must leave a letter to his son, without writing anything on it, just say a word, son, you can do whatever you want when you grow up, but you must not do immoral things.Well, that's it.

Rodolphus's mind was wandering, even when facing his own master. Voldemort knew that his mind was distracted at a glance, but as the only one among the Death Eaters with emotional thinking, Rodolphs decided to let it go. After all, his brother died. A sad man who lost his father should really feel sad.

What a wonderful misunderstanding.

Rodolphus made a report and was waiting to take on a new task. Voldemort waved him to go home and stay.There is nothing to do.Rodolphs tentatively asked if he wanted to change to a new place, it was too shabby.Voldemort shook his head, indicating that he wouldn't be here for long.Rodolphs nodded, and decided to look for a house instead of an agency, since the hands of the agency are not very clean, so should we build one?Thinking of this, Rodolphs walked outside, and stopped after walking a few steps.

Speaking of which, isn't it difficult for the master to live alone in this broken place?Just now, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a door that was ajar, and there seemed to be someone inside.Rodolphus thought about Victoria who lived in the lobby and met him. He felt that it was really impossible for Voldemort to live alone. Victoria must be here too. She climbed into the master's bed many years ago, but after so many years, there is no one. name.Well, the master-student relationship cannot be said to be a title.

Taking two steps back, Rodolphs stood at the door and gently pushed the door open. He wanted to see who was inside, and who could give him such a strong sense of familiarity.

With dark hair and thin hands, Rodolphs tried hard for a long time but couldn't match this dead white face with the woman who exuded a slight smile many years ago.

She has lost a lot of weight.

Bella.

The woman he could never get close to in this life, Rodolphus understood this truth, so he buried all his feelings in the deep valley, this is the truth he understood when he was first stained with blood.In fact, it has always been like this, this person and him have never been in the same world.

Hands are cold and soft.Rodolphus held it lightly and saw the clear and neat needle holes on his wrist, one, two, three, four, five, six, a total of six.But at this moment, he especially didn't want himself to know what it meant, and he even wished he hadn't seen her at all.

But no.

He clearly knew what it was, and saw it clearly, and even held her hand.

"Why are you still here?" An indifferent voice sounded at the door, full of hostility, which did not make Rodolphs let go of her hand, even though the person in deep pain might not know it at all.How much Victoria hated Bella, Rodolphs knew it well.So he asked hoarsely.

"When did you catch her?" When did she come back?How did she become like this?

"Oh? Do you still miss your old lover?" Victoria had a hint of sarcasm at the moment, and Rodolphs' shoulders trembled. It wasn't because he wanted to, but because he couldn't help himself, just like he didn't want to be a death eater. only.

"she is my friend."

"She is the teacher's chess piece." Victoria said, looking at Rodolphs sarcastically back and forth a few steps up, "So are you pitying her?" Not pity, she never needed pity, let alone pity.Rodolphus took the woman's cold hand with his own both this time, and he asked, without emotion, "Where's the rest?"

"Oh? Do you think I'll tell you?"

"Where's the rest?"

Rodolphus asked again, and then he raised his head, his brown eyes flashed crimson, and the face of a man who looked like a man with vicissitudes turned out to be hideous at this moment, "Where are the rest?" The voice was calm and gentle Repressed, so weird that Victoria couldn't help but take a step back.

"In the hands of the teacher."

Voldemort.

Seeing Rodolph's pale face, Victoria felt a surge of malice.She just couldn't see other people's kindness, she couldn't see Voldemort taking such good care of him, letting him win over the giant because of his mood, even if the mission failed, she didn't blame him!What is so good about this useless man? ! ! !

"Even if you get the rest, you can't save her. Once you drink the seven potions, you must finish them, or you will die. Even if you finish killing them, she has a half chance of dying." She said maliciously, and then didn't do anything. Just say it out of embellishment, there is no need to add oil and vinegar, the facts can defeat this worthless man. "Even if she survives, she will no longer live as a human being. She cannot run, jump, or do anything. Her only value is that of a so-called experimental product. She will lose her five senses one after another. In the end, it can only be in the dark and silent—"

"She's my friend." She's the one I love.Before he could finish speaking, Rodolphs let go of his hand. Instead of looking at Victoria's ugly face, he just reached out and gently touched the same cold face. It turned out that sometimes a farewell is a lifetime.

Son, the most proud and guilty moments in Dad's life are at the same time. The most proud is because your father and I gave up and saved the person I love the most. The most guilty is because that person is neither you nor your mother.

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Rodolphs had never been so frank and bold in his life. He broke into the Auror Headquarters and lowered his wand surrounded by countless magic wands. Facing the opponent's distrust, Rodolph Stein said frankly.

"I never make fun of Bella."

Sylvia was still full of doubts, hesitating between taking Rodolphs or listening to his words, but what surprised Sylvia at this time was the patron saint from Harry.

——Sylvia, it was Bella who killed Batty and the others. She's back. Don't worry, I'm still checking her whereabouts.

"Lead the way, Rodolphus, don't think I'll let you go."

"You don't need to let it go."

That night, the Auror Headquarters was mobilized.It wasn't even 5 minutes before they were back in that place.

Empty place, as if no one lived at all.But no, Sylvia really saw a person she could barely recognize there, and she couldn't miss that person at all, that person was lying there quietly, if it wasn't for the weak breathing that showed that she was still alive, Sylvia Yadu thought the man was dead.

died.

The person I love the most is dead.

Bella, dead.

Sylvia's head was empty, as if something exploded somewhere, and then everything was blown up to ashes.She touched the hanging hand carefully and fearfully, the freezing temperature made Sylvia quickly back away the moment she touched it.She didn't dare, she was afraid, she was afraid that the person in front of her would freeze forever, disappear forever, and finally turn into a handful of loess, and finally there was nothing.She didn't even dare to breathe, she was afraid that her heavy breathing would disturb the cat-like weakness, she was afraid that she would never be able to look at her again, she was afraid, so afraid that she would die.

Arthur sighed. He looked at the words written on the parchment in his hand, and he finally ended up like this.

"Sylvia, take... take her back first, Voldemort has already left, he left this behind."

——Sylvia, I risked my life to accompany you to the last round, and you will definitely lose this round.

"Hey... Do you want to play me like this... Hurry up and tell me, tell me this is fake..."

Pain, all over the heart; despair, overwhelming.

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