good man story

It's not the first time for Evan to dig someone's ancestral grave, so this time, he didn't have to worry about it at all.He couldn't believe it, how on earth did Voldemort drug Sylvia Potter with someone he hadn't had much contact with! ! !Joining him in this business was Harry.Harry dug the hole and Evan filled it.Voldemort is actually not miserable, at least someone buried him after his death, and there is even a thin coffin.Well, let’s just say there are no nails in it, but it’s still a coffin anyway.

It's been a long time since Voldemort died.The corpse had already begun to rot, and Evan could smell the stench before the coffin was opened.

"Oh, I'm going, hurry up and have a freshening spell, it's too smelly!" Harry pinched his nose and shouted. Evan on the side had already taken out his glove and covered his nose tightly, and said, "Outsider, Using magic will destroy the corpse, so I dug it with my hands without looking."

"Your uncle, you used shitty hands, and I was the one who dug the hole, okay?" Harry yelled, and a string of stench rushed into his nose while talking like this.Evan held his nose and immediately cursed back, "Damn it, you came here after just a few words of information, do you know how many graves I dug just because of your words, I asked you to dig one What's wrong?!"

Harry felt that what Evan said was reasonable, and he didn't plan to push it back, but the bigger reason was that if he quarreled with Evan who was far away from him, he would be unlucky, after all, he was the one who was closest to the source of the stench.Fortunately, the coffin was finally completely exposed. Harry held his breath, held the shovel from a long distance, and knocked over the lid with one shovel.

The stench hit his face, and before Harry could take a look, he ran aside and threw up.

"Your uncle! Why didn't you tell me when you opened the coffin!!!" Evan ran away while cursing.

Tell you, and you will run away!Harry thought silently.

"Hurry up and look, I won't look, and I can't understand it." Harry said something, and Evan was still panting from a distance, and said, "Let's put the flavor on later." So saying , I even lit a cigarette for myself, and sat there regardless of whether the floor was clean or dirty.Just as Harry was about to walk over, Evan said, "Get away from me, you're disgusting."

"...You are disgusting." Harry didn't bother to talk to him, and sat on the side.Evan handed him the cigarette he had taken two puffs of, and he didn't refuse. After taking a deep puff, he said, "How do you know that it's better to start with the people who came into contact with Sylvia than to search from Voldemort's body?" Reliable."

"Oh, you don't know that. There are only a few people who can touch her. According to Voldemort's character, this is considered to be the last blow. He will never allow the last blow to fail. Besides, for the sake of This last blow cost me my life, not for anything else, but to prescribe medicine to you masters."

"Guess what?"

Evan shook his head, "No, check." He said, took the cigarette from Harry's mouth again, and took a puff by himself, "Let me tell you, if you fall on this this time, you will die after I die. Go to Germany and someone will tell you what to do afterwards."

"They have no confidence in Irene?"

"Yes, prepare for failure in advance." Evan said, turning his head to look at Harry, "I'll give you all my belongings, and I don't ask much. If the head of your family really can't survive this time, she will definitely die Yes, you must go to Greenwald in time, only he can stop it."

"What? Which Greenwald?"

"Gellert Greenwald, you don't know, a generation of demon kings is her teacher."

"...It's the dog's day! How do you know?"

"You will know when you have a chance." Evan said, throwing the cigarette butt on the ground, and picked up the iron catalpa that Harry put aside.The smell dissipated quite a bit, and he said as he walked, "The source of information is actually not as strong as you imagined. I can get the most and most accurate information in the fastest time by relying on two, one is to listen, and the other is to guess."

"Wait a minute, what do you mean, a generation of demon kings is the teacher of the young lady?!"

"That topic was skipped, and I'm telling you how to collect information now." Evan said, "Everyone in this world is my eyeliner, but they don't know it. You know how to do it."

"Did you drug someone?"

"Fart, do you think anyone can make a dream come true?"

"Why did they tell you the information?"

"Women, children, old people, I advise you never to use Legilimency on them." Evan said, squatting next to Voldemort's body.Although the stench is still extremely bad, Voldemort's appearance must be much better now, with insect repellent rolling on his body, festering and swollen bones.Evan didn't see much disgust in his eyes, and continued to talk.

"Because you can think of it, and others can think of it. Sometimes magic will reveal yourself. If you want to avoid being caught by your tail, then don't let them think you are a wizard."

"Serious nonsense." Harry commented, Evan heard it, but didn't say anything, reached into his pocket and took out a small silver tweezers and a small bottle, lying on the edge of the pit, ignoring the stench A pinch of black dust was picked up with the dirt, carefully put it in a small bottle, and then said, "What I tell you is all experience. In the mouths of some ordinary people, there are often words in a hundred sentences." One sentence is the most important word, and the most important sentence usually comes from the bereaved widow."

"Fuck, you want me to sacrifice my hue?!"

"Oh, it's business, your guy won't blame you, don't tell me you can't get hard when you meet a woman."

"Go away, can you have some morals?"

"Bah! It sounds like you have morals." Evan put the vial in his pocket as he spoke, pulled out his wand, and with a wave of his hand, Voldemort, which Harry had unearthed, was buried back again.

"Your sister! I finally dug it out!"

"After the investigation, why don't you put it back?"

"Then why don't you bury it!"

"It's useless, you can bury it anyway."

Harry: #￥......#%&#%￥!

Evan was right, or completely right.That black crystal is a solid dream.It's a pretty silent thing.At the very beginning, no one thought that Voldemort would drug himself, let alone that he dried Drunken Dreams into powder and smeared it on his body, just to drug Sylvia.There may be many people who have experienced it during the period, and there may be some other procedures. Those dried medicines are likely to have disappeared before seeing Sylvia.This was a matter of extremely low probability, but in the end Voldemort's goal was achieved.

If Sylvia hadn't gone to see Voldemort, if Sylvia hadn't gone to Voldemort to vent her anger very lowly, wouldn't such a thing have happened?

After all, you can't blame others.

There were also four people who were also hit by Drunk Life Dreams.And these are people who have been in contact with Voldemort.

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Sylvia's rare hangover-free night was because she had something important to do the next day.The so-called important things at this moment are indeed worth keeping Sylvia awake for one night.Of course it was just one night.

"A rare visitor." The words were very enthusiastic, which was already good for Sylvia.The visitor was a tall and handsome man from France.The point is not that he is not from France, the point is his identity.

Head of the French Auror Department.

A very young man, 28 was young and ruthless for a wizard.But it is such a person who climbed to the position of Director of the Auror Division.It is said that this man entered the Ministry of Magic at the age of 20 and became an official Auror at the age of 23. It took only five years to become the most prestigious Auror, and his former director automatically gave way to this young man.

It's a bit interesting to give way automatically.

Axel Moller, it is not simple.

"Where, Director Potter is serious." The conversation was elegant, gentle and polite.The man's handsome face with long blond hair hanging down did not look like the head of the Auror Department at all, but rather like a noble son of a certain family.

"I'm sorry, my trip was bumpy yesterday, I should have come to visit Miss Director early in the morning."

"Hehe, I don't dare to do it, sir, you have worked hard." She said so, but she was thinking of other things.Axel Moller came to the UK as an international exchange. Instead of visiting the Minister of Magic first, he came to her first.If you think about the good, you have exchanges with people from the same Auror background, but if you think about the bad, it's too much.

"Sir, you came from Minister Scrimgeour." The other way around is, if you don't go to Scrimgeour first, what are you doing here?

"You can call me Axel. I have admired Miss Director for many years. When I first came to Guizhou, I wanted to meet Miss first. The Minister was negligent."

Even talking is so expensive son.Sylvia thought, and then affirmed that this person was either hiding deeply or someone was behind him.It's not something your young master can do that quietly.Although she was busy fighting Voldemort at the time, she had also heard about the situation in France, and it never stopped.

"That's awesome, just call me Sylvia as well."

Sylvia stretched out her hand, and at the moment when the two hands were clasped, Sylvia could feel the thick calluses on the opponent's hand. This is indeed a man who often fights.She was thinking, and Axel was thinking too, this is indeed a woman of considerable strength.

A banquet is not a good banquet, and people are not good people.

From Axel's first step into the General Administration, he didn't leave Sylvia's side. After seeing the banquet hosted by the General Administration inside and out, Sylvia came to such a truth.

He does have what it takes to be the head of the Auror Division.The scheming is deep enough, the means are ruthless enough, and the ambition is not small.After seeing off Axel, Sylvia sat in the office. It was already late, but she was still waiting for someone.And living up to expectations, she waited.

She waited until Eugenina, and also waited for Irene.

Irene's entire face was full of exhaustion, and there were still bruises in her eyes. Sylvia saw it and said sorry first.

"It's true that I called you here so late. Someone came here today. I want to ask you if you've heard of it."

"Who is it?" Irene let out a breath. She has been sleeping very little recently, and the progress of the antidote is not optimistic.It's not meant to be a joke, just straight to the point.

"Axel Moller, Director of the Auror Department of the French Ministry of Magic, I wonder if you have heard of him?" Only by knowing the basics can we respond better.The only person who has been to France and had contact with France is Irene Prince.

Irene searched for this person in her mind to no avail, and was about to deny it when she suddenly remembered something.

"Mole? You said his surname is Mole? Is it pure blood?"

"I'm afraid so." Eugenina added, she studied Moller for a day, and then had to say that this young man does have some means.

"you know?"

Erin shook her head, "I don't know who Axel is, but I know the Moller family."

"Oh? What do you say?"

"It's very big." Irene said, looking into Sylvia's eyes and added.

"It's messy."

"Hehe, it's kind of interesting, what do you mean by being chaotic?" It's really rare to see a family that can be called chaotic by Irene.

"Incest." The straightforward answer made Sylvia silent for a second.A second later, she looked up at Irene and said, "Is that the incest I imagined?"

Irene shook her head, "No, the eldest son and elder brother own all the women and even men in the family, the second son owns younger siblings, and so on, can you imagine?"

Sylvia's heart collapsed for a while. It is worthy of being called a chaotic family by Irene, and then she thought, "What about the eldest daughter?"

"Um, you know not all places are equal to men and women." Erin said so, and then yawned again, "I don't know what he is here for, as you said, I am in France He was still a child when he was there, and besides, I haven't had much contact with the wizards over there, but I advise you not to get too close to them, children born to close relatives are really not good."

Sylvia had to admit what Irene said, that close relatives gave birth to children, and in the words of her previous life, all those born were atavistic.But she didn't say it. Compared with this, there was a question that made her very suspicious, about equality between men and women.

"It stands to reason that he should be looking down on me, but what he means today seems to be admiring me?"

When Sylvia said this, Irene was drinking coffee. She planned to disperse her drowsiness so that she could think normally, but unfortunately she choked immediately after hearing this.She woke up without drinking coffee.

"No, Xi Wei, don't scare me."

"Really." Eugenina pushed her glasses and added, turning her head to look at Sylvia, "During the dinner, his words had surpassed the communication between politicians."

"Uh...it seems I'm still a bit pretty." She wanted to make a cold joke, but Erin looked at her with a perverted expression, "You'd better get rid of that kind of thinking right away, although I don't know that Ake Who is Searle, but from what you said, he must be the eldest son, the eldest son owns all the women in the family and the men who are lower than him, and his wife belongs to all the men in the family before giving birth to the eldest son."

"...Beep the dog..." Sylvia threw away the mess and brought the topic to the right track, "Then why did he come here? Did he skip Scrimgeour and come directly to me? "

"I don't have any good intentions." Eugenina said, she put down the documents she was holding, and then reported solemnly. "I checked him, and as far as I know he doesn't agree with the French Ministry of Magic. If I'm right, he wants to imitate us and make Aurors independent, but with the way this man behaves, he probably wants to The Auror Division is family owned."

"Heh, he's quite ambitious." Sylvia said, "But looking at the current situation, he has something to ask of me."

"Are you going to help him?" Eugenina asked.If she helps, she will find a way to exchange for the greatest benefit with the smallest cost, and if she doesn't help, she will try to get the greatest benefit from him.

"It depends on the situation, see what he has that I want, and see what happens to his chips." Sylvia said, she has been playing the death card, and now she draws a card from it When he got to the table, he said with a smile on his face, "But it doesn't matter how I look at it. Our Mr. Minister seems to want to do something."

The card was the one that belonged to Rufus Scrimgeour.

Irene frowned, looking at such a smiling Sylvia, she thought of the unresolved poison.

"Xi Wei, listen to my advice, you'd better get involved in this matter, whether it's for fame or profit, just watch from a distance."

"Why?"

"No solution, just a hunch."

It is best not to start until your life is in danger.

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