good man story

The army is assembled. In fact, for this small magic world, the so-called army is only a few hundred people.Sylvia stood in front of the crowd with her hands behind her back, and Rodolphs, who looked a little downcast, was brought over.He was being watched and suppressed by the dementors, even if he hadn't suffered any abuse, he wouldn't feel comfortable.

"Is she okay?" This was the first question that came out, not when are you going to let me go?Sylvia glanced coldly, with a low air pressure that could almost suffocate hundreds of people.

"It's just living."

Rodolphus breathed a sigh of relief when he heard it. He broke free from the dementor's hand violently, looked straight into Sylvia's eyes, and spoke to her in a man's tone.

"It's over, you can kill me how you want, let me kill Victoria Rozier and give you my life!" The ruffian was angry, this seemed to be back to the student days, that half-grown boy One mouthful, one uncle, one mouthful, one elder brother.

"Hey, pay attention to what is first come, first served. My sister's life is mine." A more irritating voice came out, and Rodolphus turned his head to look. It was a beautiful man with slightly dirty clothes, maybe not a man. , that face is clearly still immature.But a young man.

"who are you?"

"Evan." He said, biting off the cork of the whiskey and spitting it on the ground. After taking a sip, he completed his last name, "Rozier."

Victoria Rozier's younger brother, a man whom Victoria Rozier called useless.

"Who knows if you'll—"

"She killed my dad." The unfinished questioning was interrupted at this moment, and Evan turned his head to look at Sylvia coldly, "In order to please her dream lover."

Silvia didn't have much expression, whether it was facing Rodolphs or Evan.She just looked at everyone coldly, and then gave orders coldly.

"Voldemort, Victoria Rozier, I want to live, and everyone else will be killed by me."

The cold and ruthless words shocked both Rodolphs and Evan. Both Evan and Rozier knew that the culprits were Voldemort and Victoria, and those Death Eaters were just out for their lives. It is enough to catch him and lock him up for decades, but she actually said to kill him?

"Yes!!!"

Neat, powerful, unmistakable.The roar that could shatter the entire training ground made the two of them feel a little bit astonished when they came into close contact with these mysterious and daunting elite troops for the first time, so easily accepted the order that could almost kill them?Capture Voldemort alive?Capturing Victoria alive?Are they not afraid?

Silvia closed her eyes and said coldly.

"Greke, take these two people with you, and if you have any disagreements, kill them directly. If you can't catch Victoria, come see me."

"Yes!"

"Disperse."

Before all the voices fell, only Sylvia was left in the huge training ground.She turned around and looked at the busy traffic outside the window, the frightening coldness flashed in her eyes.

……

The cauldron, which had been boiling for a long time, boiled a blackened liquid.The stench filled the somewhat empty room, and the source of the stench was the pot of charred liquid.Victoria covered her face and frowned fiercely at the stench, while Voldemort stayed in front of the pot of stench with great interest, looking at the scorched pot as if watching a lover.

"Teacher, those Aurors have already started hunting us with great fanfare."

"Heh, it's about time," said Voldemort, laughing, not annoyed at the predicament he was in.Just focus on what's in front of you.Victoria frowned again and again, but she couldn't divert Voldemort's attention a little bit. She was dissatisfied with the status quo, and then spoke out.

"Teacher, the best thing to do now is to fight back. Potter sent most of his forces to hunt us down. Her Auror Headquarters is an empty city right now. Teacher, why don't you send someone to attack there? With the teacher's ability, we will surely be captured."

Voldemort's eyelids twitched, and instead of answering her question, he asked a question.

"Vido, how many people do you think Sylvia can send to hunt us down?"

"A report came from his subordinates, and Potter dispatched all his combat forces."

"How much combat power does Sylvia have in total?" She asked nonchalantly. Victoria was at a loss for words and couldn't explain why. Voldemort didn't look at her, but just continued to explain, "The battle of Azkaban , I sent all the people there, most of them were lost in the battle with Sylvia, have you ever counted how many people she lost?"

"This……"

"Not much. The fight is not about the number of people, but about consumption. Besides, she didn't use her full strength in that battle." Voldemort said with such a hint of appreciation, even though he jumped into the opponent's trap first, Sylvia It is indeed a good material for war.This loss is not in vain.

"Could it be that the teacher is worried about the Horcrux?" Victoria asked tentatively. This time, Voldemort finally turned his attention to Victoria. "Do you think I am worried?"

This is really a good question, at least she can't answer worried, let alone not worried.Victoria froze there for a moment, but Voldemort didn't bother her for a long time, and he concentrated on looking at the charred pot again.

"Let me test you now. Do you know any medicine in this world that has no solution?"

"...a lot."

"Not many." Voldemort said, "There is only one, remember, and that is drunkenness."

Victoria didn't understand why the teacher brought up such a thing at this time, and she didn't want to understand, she just wanted to know how to fight back against Sylvia, so she just said hastily, "Students, teacher, we have to Do not attack the headquarters?"

Still don't remember.Voldemort thought, shook his head slightly and said, "No need, no matter how many people are sent there, they will die." This sentence does not fit Voldemort's character, let alone what Voldemort said.Victoria frowned and said, "Is the teacher afraid? Afraid of Sylvia Potter?"

"Hehe." It was a very short laugh, and it was inexplicable. Victoria looked up at her teacher, "If you don't do it now, you will never have another chance. If the teacher dares not, the students are willing to do it for you."

Alas, after all, it's a bad move, why don't you listen to what you say.Voldemort thought to himself, and asked her with a smile, "Then, how much do you think you can take down the Auror Headquarters?"

"Ten masters are enough."

"Okay, here are twenty of you, go." Voldemort said, Victoria was taken aback by the ease with which the teacher gave her the task.

"Just remember, Vido, I'll give you a day to think about it. If you still decide to go, don't come to see me." Voldemort worked hard for a long time, but he could only squeeze out such a little bit of kindness.Victoria was stunned for a moment without being suspicious, she bowed slightly, then turned her head and walked out.Before leaving the door, she looked back at Voldemort, at the man she had followed for a long time, at the man she loved.

"Tom."

"Ok?"

"In these years, I have never betrayed you. No matter before or after, I really like you. If you can escape in the future, run away, leave this place, and live happily."

"Rozier, as I said, what you want to give me is never what I want."

"You also said that it's up to me who I like, hehe, forget it, teacher, it's enough for you to be happier."

With the closed door, Voldemort stirred the charred pot with his wand, unmoved.Until the scorched black turned into a clear liquid, until the stench was replaced by the fragrance that filled the room, Voldemort's wand was scratched on the wrist, and the bright red blood gathered into a drop, which fell into it with a click, and the liquid was affected by the blood Rendered a light gray color.Voldemort stopped and extinguished the flames.A long sigh sounded.

"I have kept the pure land for you all these years, how will you compensate me, Thomas?"

There was no one named Thomas, and there was no weird little man in his memory. Voldemort smiled, and the red eyes were full of tenderness that no one had ever seen before.

"It's all right if you don't wait, but if you wait, you will live forever, what do you think?"

Victoria never came back.Harry was waiting for one or two bold people to come up at the headquarters, and he wanted to relax, after all, there were not many people on Voldemort's side who dared to attack the headquarters at this juncture.At first he thought that it was the big stupid Roll, but it was his old enemy Victoria Rozier who came.He really wanted to ask Victoria Rozier, the General Administration is next door to the General Administration Hospital, and now Sylvia's lifeblood is staying in the General Administration Hospital, do you think Sylvia is really stupid enough not to stay? People guarding the General Administration Hospital? !

Harry scratched his head, not embarrassed to taunt the arrested Victoria, locked the door and left. He had a face-to-face meeting with Evan who just came in. Evan came back after knowing the news. It was unconditionally given to the Auror Headquarters, in order to replace the chance of killing his own sister with his own hands.

Inside and outside the door, separated by a wall.Victoria was surprised and stunned. She never thought that she would be betrayed by her own brother, let alone that this man she had always looked down upon would vote for Sylvia without her knowing.With an angry face, Victoria was about to curse, but this time she was interrupted by the other party.

"A good-for-nothing trash? In your heart, this is how I exist." The young man is no longer arrogant, maybe the previous frivolity was just a disguise, deceiving others and himself.But in his early twenties, his supposedly reckless age was tainted with vicissitudes.The guard standing on one side stepped forward, and just about to say something, Evan waved his hand and said to him, "You go away first." The guard hesitated a little, but he saw the special pin on Evan's shoulder. He just nodded behind the badge of the executive officer, and left the somewhat empty living room with a slight bow.

"Are you also here to show off to me?" Victoria said, without tit-for-tat and arrogance.Evan smiled when he heard her words, it was a genuine smile, not malicious.

"What do I ask you to show off?" He asked back, looking at his sister inside, and sighed softly, "No matter what, you are my sister after all."

"You still have my sister in your eyes?!"

Evan shook his head slightly. He sat on a chair beside him, looked at Victoria, and spoke the most serious words in the most serious tone.

"When I was young, my father told me that I should grow up quickly and help my sister when I grow up. Later, my father told me not to rush to grow up, but to grow up slowly and happily. , so that he can protect me.” The words that should have been sad were said by Evan in such a calm tone, Victoria dodged his eyes, and didn’t want to know what he was talking about, but Evan insisted on continuing go down.

"You are amazing, you are smart, you can hold up half the sky at home at a young age, and my father is proud of you. At that time, my dream was to become the most powerful Death Eater." He talked about the past that could not go back, and then He smiled faintly, "I don't mind if you hit me and scold me, because you are the glory of the family and the person I admire, no matter how many excessive things you have done, I will tell myself that you have your reasons , you are for the family."

Victoria didn't seem to want to hear him talk anymore, and said a little annoyed, "I don't know what you're talking about, you go, I don't want to see you."

Evan didn't leave.He also ignored Victoria's words.

"But later, I can no longer deceive myself with such words." Evan paused, and then smiled softly, "I know how dangerous the Death Eater assembly is, and Voldemort is not a man who treats his subordinates well. People, there are more quarrels at home, and my father never shows pain in front of me, but I know that he is in pain, and he never tells me that he wants me to be like you, he just wants me to be happy, and later , On my 13th birthday, my dad prepared a big dinner. There was no you that night, just my dad and me. He watched me finish eating happily, and then said to me. Evan, take good care of yourself in the future, Be careful who approaches you. The next day, Dad never came back, and I didn’t understand what it meant at that time, but then I got the letter that Dad left for me.” Still smiling, Evan seemed It’s telling other people’s stories, “I know you want to get to the top, and I know you’re scheming, and what you’re good at is sacrificing the people around you, making them your stepping stones, and that time you sacrificed me dad."

"..."

"Victoria, have you really not developed any feelings for the decades of nurturing?"

Victoria didn't speak or look at him.Evan restrained his smile, but sighed softly, "Professor Black once told me that living in the shadow of others is not destined, but chosen. When I understood this truth, Dad Already dead, I broke free from your shadow, and you are destined to be enslaved."

"Is that all you want to say?"

"No, I'm here to kill you." Evan said, taking out a bottle of pink potion in his pocket, "The water of heaven, the antidote has been poured out, you kill yourself."

The small window that was opened, Evan put the potion in it, and then closed it again.Victoria didn't go to get the water of heaven, but just looked at him with a sneer and disdain, and asked coldly, "Are you so sure that I will commit suicide?"

Evan shook his head, "Not sure, if you were really from the Rozier family, maybe you would, but you're not."

Victoria narrowed her eyes, coldly, "You know?"

"I know."

"How did you know?"

"Hehe, why didn't I know?" With a chuckle, Evan turned around and didn't want to stay here too much, and walked out slowly. The vicissitudes of the young man's steps made Harry look a little heavier from the outside.This is a completely different world. Last time he felt that there were only Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix in this world, but this time, no matter whether it was good or bad, it turned out that there was a human touch in it. Is it from the previous life? The same is true for Wen Rozier. Could it be that there is such an unavoidable story hidden under the masks of the hideous Death Eaters in the previous life?Harry thought of what he asked Bella a few years ago, and then he thought of the unconscious woman in the hospital at the moment, shook his head and sighed, but failed to pat Evan on the shoulder after all.

"Boom!" A huge explosion sounded from not far away. Harry looked at the source of the explosion in astonishment, and ran over a few steps. Slowly flowing down, the only thing that was intact was the broken crystal staff.The guard looked at Harry in panic and explained.

"Team, captain, I don't know, just a short while after entering, she, she exploded."

Evan Rochelle.

Harry turned his head and ran a few steps, catching up with Evan who was lighting his cigarette, and just about to open his mouth to say something, Evan had already blown out the smoke he had inhaled into his lungs, with a sigh.

"It still doesn't have the temperament of Rozier's family. When a magic circle is placed on it, it will die if it is drunk, and the whole body will be left behind. If it is not drunk, it will explode."

"This... isn't this too harsh." Harry's words were a little trembling, and Evan glanced at him and smiled, "Why didn't you ask that when she bombed my dad?"

Harry scratched his head, but couldn't say anything. He just sighed in his heart that your circle is really messed up, but within a few seconds, he still said something, "How do you write the report?"

"You see."

"Then I'll say you did it."

"It doesn't matter. Young master, I went to spend a lot of time and drink, and headed into Azkaban, and I can still hangover for seven or eight days."

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I always feel that the relationship between Voldemort and Victoria is not handled well... it feels weird... um...