good man story

Voldemort came to fight Sylvia with the idea of ​​dying. Maybe he didn't think about running away from the beginning. The people around him were caught by the Auror Headquarters one by one, some were killed on the spot, and some were thrown away. Zkaban, that didn't matter to Voldemort anymore, not even getting himself caught.In front of nearly a hundred armed men, he didn't even take out his wand, and directly raised his hands with a smile on his face. Alastor didn't want to admit that he was cowardly, but he really didn't dare to walk in front of Voldemort at this moment. The opponent wears handcuffs that block the magic power.Ma Lin turned her head to look at her former rival and current partner, and then he had to admit that he didn't dare.But in the end, he put it on. Voldemort stretched out his hands automatically, and looked at Ma Lin with a playful face. The half-smile made Ma Lin a little guilty. He had to admit that Voldemort, the second-generation devil, was stronger than he was when he was in the first place. decimal point.And it's so weird to be caught without a fight.

Marlene was not the only one who felt weird, and Alastor also thought so. He touched Marlene's arm, and his demonic eyes rolled twice and asked, "Hey, what are you demon bosses thinking?"

"What do you mean, how do you talk? What do you mean us to be devils?" Marlene didn't like to hear it. Although he had been a devil before, he was no longer a devil. Alastor always used this matter to run on him. An old guy often quarrels because of this.But this time Alastor ignored Marlene's faultfinding, "Speaking seriously, it's not Voldemort's style to be captured like this. According to his ability, let alone you and me, count all these people. It’s not impossible to retreat.”

It was indeed a problem, but Ma Lin couldn't figure it out. She shook her head and said, "I don't know, but there is indeed something strange." He said this, and then thought from another angle, "But then again, none of the people under him What else can he do, alone, alone?"

"That's right." No matter how strong he was, he couldn't hold back their numbers, Alastor thought so.

……

Wherever Victoria passed, this time it was Voldemort.Voldemort lived a very leisurely life, with three meals a day, books to pass the time, and cards to entertain. To be honest, he has not enjoyed such a relaxed life for a long time.He thought it was Sylvia who came to see him first, but in fact it was not, it was Albus who came to see him first.

The old guy's relaxed and rosy face was not much different from Voldemort's.There is a wall, they can see each other, and they can hear each other's words.

"Long time no see." It was Voldemort who said it was a long time no see, so calm and magnanimous that people thought that Voldemort had changed his gender.Albus really thought so, he seemed to see Tom in his student days again at that moment, gentle and polite.

Why did he go astray?

"Surprise?"

It didn't involve anything else for many years, but being a principal in a peaceful manner made Albus's ability to disguise a lot weakened, and even Voldemort could see it.Albus thought so, and sighed faintly, "Why aren't you surprised, Tom, if you had woken up earlier, you might be the one sitting at the head of the Ministry of Magic right now."

"Hehe, power is not what I want, I thought at least you can understand me." Voldemort said words that only each other could understand, and Albus was suddenly touched, which came inexplicably and out of time.If it was a different way, would the radiant and talented boy back then be able to go further in the journey of life?

Unfortunately.

"Death is another great adventure, Tom, don't you understand by now?"

"Compared to you, at least I am really serious about doing it, Albus, no matter what you do, you are a failure." Voldemort said this, picked up the hot tea in his cup, and smiled gently on his face. He looked at his former mentor, his former sworn enemy.

Voldemort was right. In politics, Albus lost to Sylvia. In terms of conquering death, he lost to Voldemort.Albus admitted this, speaking of his life, the most successful thing was being a headmaster.

"You are as sharp as ever."

"It's the same for you. You're still as fearful as ever." Putting down the teacup, Voldemort looked at Albus again, "I didn't expect you to come to see me, but it's really not difficult to understand that you can come to see me."

Albus sighed, tainted with the vicissitudes and kindness of the old man, he didn't want to skip this topic and talk about other things, so he asked a little stupidly, "If I didn't keep on guard against you back then, wouldn't you In such a situation?"

"Ha ha." A very light laugh, not laughing at Albus, but Voldemort laughing at himself, he waved his hand and said, "No, no matter how you treat me, it will not change, Albus your so-called love , it won't work with me." Not as generous as Voldemort, nor like the Tom Albus knew, and then Voldemort went on, "I'm glad that you're on the lookout for me, and I've noticed You, to be honest, being your enemy for the first half of my life really made me happy. As an enemy, you are a qualified enemy."

This time Albus smiled too, with a benevolent smile, even though he was facing a vicious devil.

"At this time, I should say thank you." Even though he left midway, whether it was Albus or Voldemort, they had to admit that for them, each other was a good opponent.

It's just that there is one more Sylvia.

"I just didn't expect you to be caught by her so soon." What Albus said first, Voldemort smiled and shook his head, "Horcrux is in her hands, I can't escape very far even if I want to, let alone this last one No matter how I say it, I want to win a nice game."

The so-called good win comes at the price of that innocent person ruining this life.Albus sighed silently, speaking in a tone mixed with some reproach.

"Why do you have to be so extreme, involving innocent people—"

"Isn't that just my style?" Voldemort cut off his words with a winning smile, "And didn't Missy survive?"

"Better dead, Tom, it's very cruel."

"Hehe, there is an injustice and a debtor. Since Sylvia sent the 'Dream Flower' to me, how can I waste it?" The moment he saw Irene Prince, all the unpleasant things Everything that is understood is understood. The so-called Irene Theron has never existed, and the real one is Irene Prince.

Only Prince can make 'dream flower'.

"Alas..." A long sigh sounded, and Albus got up from the chair and started to walk outside.Voldemort didn't look at him, but picked up the hot tea in his cup again, and sipped it, contentedly.

"Teacher and student, I won't send you off on the day you leave, Tom, no matter what you have done, good or bad, it is indeed my pride to have a student like you."

After closing the door, Voldemort drank the hot tea in his cup in one gulp.

"Oh, teacher and student? That's true, no thanks, Albus."

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It was night when Sylvia came over, it was very late, it was already dark, and there was only a team of Aurors guarding outside the police room.Voldemort only woke up after listening to the voice. When he opened his eyes, the Auror who had been guarding outside him had already left. The one who stayed there was Sylvia, still with gray hair and gray pupils, but with black and blue eyes. To make it clear to Voldemort that she was not happy.Sylvia didn't have a good face, she just sat on the chair outside, looking at Voldemort across the wall with a cold face.

Voldemort sat up from the bed with a smile on his face, as if he wasn't too angry about being defeated by the other party, or as if he had seen everything through and was ready to die calmly.

"I thought you would at least choose to visit me during the day." Voldemort said with a smile, but Sylvia didn't.There was nothing to be seen on her cold face.After a moment of silence, Voldemort said again, "Later than I thought."

"Are you particularly happy?" A question without any emotion, or it is not a question in itself.Voldemort smiled, and didn't care about Sylvia's tone at all, "Seeing you like this, I know that the life of the eldest lady is not good. If I guess right, with her character, she would rather go Even if you die, you don’t want to become a medicine man.”

With a cold expression and clenched fists, Sylvia gritted her teeth and said nothing.But not Voldemort.

"And, I don't think they know, you're the one who came up with the idea."

"Don't forget that you are my defeated opponent." Sylvia said bluntly, as if she was holding back something.She stood up and turned her head to go out. She had already taken a step, but she heard a very clear laughter from behind.

"Hehehe, your defeated general? Are you really sure that I am your defeated general?"

The pace stopped abruptly, and Sylvia frowned and turned her head, looking at him fiercely.

"What do you mean?"

"Compared with you at this moment and me at this moment, who is more like a winner?"

Voldemort is more like that.Silvia thought, clenched his fists and strode out without saying a word.

"Hehe, the medicine man who survived, I really want to see this legendary little white mouse."

Voldemort was really satisfied with the people stopping. He looked at Sylvia with a half-smile, with the pride of a winner.That shouldn't be his, it should belong to Sylvia, after all, one is in the cage and the other is outside the cage.But Voldemort had that smile on his face.

Voldemort was right, she lost, and Voldemort was the real winner.Sylvia thought, it felt as if her body was being torn apart.Lose the thing you can't lose the most, and lose the person you can't lose the most.

"Do you know how terribly Missy cried when she was injected with 'Dream Flower'?"

"Shoot."

The opened door, and the shadowy Sylvia, she was holding an inexplicably extra stick in her hand.

"The dignified chief uses lynching? Aren't you afraid of being scolded by everyone?"

"I don't want anything but to beat you right now."

This wasn't a fierce battle, it was just a one-sided sadism. Voldemort would fight back, but he, who had lost his magic power, could hardly do anything when facing Sylvia.The stick can break bones, but it can't kill Voldemort's man.Sylvia became more ruthless and more ferocious. She vented all her anger against Voldemort and the culprit.But what's the use?The most cherished person is still lying on the bed, and the person who wants to protect the most will never be healed for the rest of his life.

Sourness surged up like this, and a broken wooden stick couldn't relieve such bitterness, so Sylvia gave up those. She used her own hands, her own fists, and she wanted to use this substantial vent to relieve those who could make her collapse. However, the more she swung it, the more uncomfortable it became for her.

why?

She couldn't figure out the reason, and she didn't even know what the why was.She just wanted to ask why, but she just didn't understand, just... confused.

Panting, tears pouring down my eyes.Sylvia is only a woman after all, and Sylvia is only a person after all.She can't be ruthless, let alone hateless.

"...Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! What the hell is playing tricks!!!”

Mixed with angry cries, Sylvia collapsed at this time.She lowered her fists, almost exhausting all the strength in her body, and Voldemort's lips were bloodied, the corners of his eyes were black, and he could hardly move due to the pain, but at this time, he could still sit on the ground, facing Xi Wei Ya pulled out a victorious smile.

"Huh... haha... um... Xi, Sylvia, you... Phew... You forgot... You, you said, the day you lost... Don't, don't lose... The attitude of a loser... Huh...haha...Now, now...Who the hell is...hehe...who lost his temper."

——On the day when the outcome is decided, I really hope that you can still maintain your demeanor.

"Oh!"

Fist slammed into the face, and Voldemort's mouth had a black mark.Sylvia stared at him with red eyes, and almost shouted hysterically, "Stop fucking me with words! You are the one who is falling now! Voldemort! I didn't support you! You fucking let me go!" The Ministry of Magic is destroyed! Do you really fucking think you can get any good fruit from Eugenina's hands?!"

"... Hehe... Then, that is... If, this, this is... the truth..."

The truth is, nothing can be changed.Tears fell like this, and fell on Voldemort's face.Sylvia tried her best not to show her pain and make Voldemort happy, but even if she closed her eyes tightly, she couldn't stop the tears.Did she really win?Is she really the winner?

She took a deep breath and froze everything in her. She reached out to touch the thing that should not have appeared in front of Voldemort, and then staggered to her feet, speaking with heavy depression.

"……you're right……"

Without saying any more, Sylvia left silently, the door was closed tightly again, and Voldemort could see the back of the other party with his head turned. The loneliness and loneliness were so familiar and terrifying, so he even hooked out his face regardless of the pain on his face. A crooked smile.Spreading out his palms, there was nothing there, Voldemort stretched out his hand to sniff at the tip of his nose with difficulty, the almost inaudible odor made him even more satisfied.And then the smile grew bigger, he said to himself after a long while.

"Sylvia... the last game, you will lose!"

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Voldemort is really scary...