good man story

Sylvia didn't know how much she drank herself, but she remembered drinking the pills.The only impression seemed to be that she was crying and throwing up at the gate of the Auror Headquarters. She was crying because of something, she forgot, and the reason for vomiting was because she drank too much, and there was nothing to spit out. After the red and white beer went down, it came out. It's all alcohol.In her impression, she remembered that someone was supporting her, but she couldn't see who that person was. She only remembered that someone was going to take her home, and she didn't want to go back, but she didn't know what she said at that time. Who is it? As for how she got back to the office and how she lay on the sofa, Sylvia really couldn't remember.

Drunkenness has such benefits. At that time, she couldn't remember anything, but the cost was also painful, for example, her headache was splitting.The pain of wanting to knock my head open will also be accompanied by other pains. For example, when I was taking a shower, my feet slipped and my knees hit the ground hard, the skin was broken and bleeding, but it was not as good as the headache of a hangover.

When Arthur came over, Sylvia was lying on the ground to catch up on sleep. In fact, she didn't lie on the ground at first, she was lying on the sofa. She turned over and fell to the ground. Sylvia was in a deep sleep, unconscious until he fell to the ground.Arthur came over, squatted next to Sylvia's head and sighed faintly.Rolling his eyes, he got up again, went to the bathroom to get a glass of cold water, and squatted back.Cold water poured on Sylvia's head, and she woke up this time.

The bloodshot gray eyes were still confused, Arthur looked at her with a smile and asked.

"Director, are you awake? Have another drink if you haven't woken up?"

The cold water was so cold that Sylvia had to regain her sanity and said, "If you dare to splash me again, your salary will be deducted, and if you have something to say, just say it!"

"Is it you who vomited at the door? It's not ashamed to be ashamed, what will happen to the reporters?"

"Is there someone who cares about my drinking?! I didn't spit in the bureau!"

"Drinking is not allowed in the bureau. You made this rule. Don't you forget?"

"Didn't I fucking drink in the bureau?!!!"

"I said you'll get a hangover after a day or two. Have you finished drinking every day?"

"It has nothing to do with you. If you have something to do, get out!" Sylvia didn't care about it when she got angry. Arthur knew about it, and sighed, "At three o'clock in the afternoon, the quarterly meeting, You are a drunk cat, who will host it?"

"what time is it now?"

"It's 02:30, are you sorry?"

When Sylvia heard this, she sat up suddenly from the ground, and turned to look at the clock hanging on the side. The focus was concentrated for a long time, ten o'clock in the morning.

"Arthur Weasley!!!"

Facing the roar was Arthur's smiling face, but the bruises in the corners of his eyes made this smile not too much like an old fox.

"Are you awake this time? Wake up and talk about business. Voldemort's matter is over. Those who deserve punishment have been punished. This time, it's time to award. There are Ministry of Magic over there, and we have ours here, Eugene Have you read the proposal? Take a good look, and we will discuss this matter in the afternoon."

He was talking about business, and Sylvia woke up completely this time, touched the water stains on his face, and asked, "How did the Ministry of Magic decide?"

"One Merlin Medal for the first class, six for the second class, and twelve for the third class. You won't be able to get away with the first class. Next Friday night will be the awards ceremony. You must go that day. We have three for the second class, and one for the Ministry of Magic." , two Wizengamots, and the third-level one hasn’t been decided yet, and they said they were handing in recommendation materials, so I’ll talk about it this afternoon.”

"No, give it to Albus."

"Still drunk?"

"For Eugene, for Marlene, for Alastor, for you, anyone."

"I can't bear it, who else can bear it if you don't want it?" Arthur asked back, making Sylvia, who was sitting on the ground, bend her waist deeply.Neither laughter nor crying came.Arthur sighed, and wanted to reach out to pat Sylvia's shoulder, but when he stretched out his hand, he realized that the pressure on the person in front of him was already strong enough, so why should he add some weight to her?

She, Sylvia Potter, has won so much glory, and so much sadness is buried under that skin.

"Xi Wei, those who stand up to the sky are full of scars. If you bear the sky, you should also bear this suffering."

"...I can't resist...too tired..." Sylvia said vaguely, she got up from the ground, and remembered the bruise on Arthur's face, "How did you get it on your face, and who beat you?"

"Hehe, I met a drunk cat this morning, what do you think?"

Sylvia drank the pills and didn't remember this matter. She turned her head and went to the bathroom to wash her face soberly. Although her head still hurt like hell, it didn't affect her thinking.Arthur leaned against the door and looked at her, and said, "Shut up your temper when you need it, let alone the few of us, we all know what kind of virtue you are, Eugene has been busy with you for so many years. The reason is to be angry with you, and he is not from the team." Talking about it, why didn't Sylvia realize that Arthur could speak so well before.After wiping her face with a towel, Sylvia took some biscuits from the drawer and planned to use them to fill her empty stomach.

"I know, don't talk about it, the second-level medals will be awarded from the backbone of you, and the third-level medals should not be snatched from the lower ones. By the way, let the treasurer calculate the confiscated things, and use them in the afternoon .”

"Okay, there's nothing else to do, I'll go back first." Arthur was about to leave after speaking, Sylvia thought for a while, and then said, "Go to Irene when you have time, and ask her to leave me a ticket next door." bed."

"Are you still going to drink?"

"Don't worry about so much, what should you do?"

Sylvia patiently finished what she needed to see, and then fell asleep on the table. If Eugenina hadn't called her again before the meeting, she would really have to sleep through this quarterly meeting.After a 3-minute break, my lost mind returned to where it should be, and I made myself a cup of coffee before entering the meeting room. It didn't look too decadent, but it wasn't too good either.

In fact, there is nothing new, everything that should be done has been done, and everything that should be heard should be listened to.Ted, the chief financial officer, reported a lot of numbers. Many people were startled, and Sylvia blinked.To put it bluntly, it means confiscation to benefit the society, but to put it bluntly, it means to divide the stolen goods. She was distracted and thought for a while before speaking.

"I still owe you a few years' wages?"

Three years and six months.These people sitting in the office haven't paid a single copper Knut, not to mention bonuses, not even a basic salary.

"Deducted from here, it's all made up. Each person will add [-] bonuses. This year's year-end bonus will not be your share. Then, you will be given an extra month's salary to all the employees in the bureau. The rest will be divided into six shares. The Ministry of Magic, Wei Zengamot, Hogwarts, St. Mungo's, next door, the last share is for the public, all count, one household counts, I don't want my share."

Ted's eyelids trembled, thinking of Sylvia's vault, and asked.

"Boss, are you sure you really don't want it anymore? We have been established for almost nine years, and you haven't received a month's salary. Now you only have three Galleons and five Sickles in your treasury."

Sylvia left the key with Ted. When there was no money in the bureau, he could get money from Sylvia's treasury to make up for it.The people below burst into laughter, and it was impossible for people in the entire magic world to believe that Sylvia Potter, the majestic and cold-faced king, was actually so poor that he couldn't afford to eat.But this is the fact, believe it or not, there are only a few coins in the vault with several locks.Can count on one hand.

Sylvia's head hurt when she heard that, "I went back and saw that there are still hundreds of them. How long has it been, and there are only so few left?"

"Didn't you say to buy a game console a few days ago? Imported ones are more expensive, and the cost of drinking is also relatively high recently." If you don't take money, you won't have money to drink.

"How much pay?"

"One million and eight thousand, not counting bonuses, nor attendance subsidies."

"I'll take the fraction, and get the rest out of a children's center. You go talk to the Ministry of Magic about this. The focus is on war orphans and those displaced wizard cubs in the Muggle world. If Muggles are not welcome If so, the Squibs are also counted, and the rest will be used as medal funds to give to the Aurors these days. Arthur, please give me a report on the performance of the Aurors. Think of a name and tell me."

The meeting room was a bit silent, and before Sylvia understood what was going on, they stood up together with aspirations.Arthur understands that the amount of respect Sylvia receives is the amount of pain in his heart, but for such an action, he or they can't express such emotions in other ways except raising their hands and saluting to show respect at this moment .

Very tidy and very quiet.

They all stood facing Sylvia, silent, but they couldn't deny such respect.

Sylvia was sitting. She could see their movements and feel their emotions. She should stand up and express them.But at this moment, she actually felt a sense of overwhelming power.Like that Merlin [-]st class, she couldn't take it, it would crush her, it would drive her crazy.

She carried her down to the sky covered with scars, she straightened her back and stood upright, she could leave a name through the ages, and her name will go down in history, but she never did what she really wanted to do.

What's the use of this?

Sylvia swallowed tears that wanted to fill her eyes. Her face was as white as paper, as if she was suffering from the pain of being pierced by thousands of arrows.She stood up slowly, and the moment she straightened her back seemed to have exhausted all her strength.Raising his hand in return, he was speechless. Those clear gray pupils reflected the sorrow of a king.

Bella, I can keep this world, I can keep this peace, but why can't I keep you safe for life? ...

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I'm sorry, I went out today, and the update is late... I'm trying to restore the double update!