good man story

Bella once again ended her third year of life with a full score. Although Sylvia was the first in grade, she was still far behind the full score. It is worth mentioning that the freshman, Victoria Rozier, was called by Sylvia The so-called magical eyes also ended the freshmen's course with the first grade in the grade, but it is said that the chief lady is not very happy. She seems to be a little short of getting a perfect score, so Bella's record is still maintained.Victoria was deflated, and Sylvia was very happy, so she completely forgot that those magical eyes were a Parseltongue thing. As for Bella, she knew it, but——what does that have to do with her?Bella thought irresponsibly.

Bella agreed early in the morning that she would go to her teacher in Germany during the summer vacation.Sylvia still couldn't find out who the teacher was, but it wasn't that urgent anymore. This person, Bellatrix Black, was a Death Eater among the former Death Eaters and now a white lotus among the white lotuses.I hope that the teacher who is keen on black magic won't be straightened by this white lotus!No matter how many times Merlin saw Bella go shopping with the savior in one hand and the Sirius she had killed in the other hand, it was a very scary thing.Especially Bella will ask two little kids.

——Do you want to eat ice cream?

At the beginning of August, Irene showed up at Potter Manor and then took her son out for a cool trip.The woman who hadn't seen her for a year, Sylvia saw the smile on the woman's face the moment she saw it, and she completely believed the evaluation of the woman in the death card.

—— Make good use of it to destroy the world.

"Irene, I hope you won't blame me for forcing you to kill your husband." Sylvia said sincerely. The light in the woman's eyes made Sylvia apologize seriously and deeply, very sincerely.People with a dangerous level of SSS are really not easy to mess with. Sylvia's cards have been in hand for so long, and she has seen only three people with a dangerous level of SSS. One is Voldemort and the other is the woman in front of her.

"Hehe, why do I feel that you are afraid of me as the head of the family." Irene said with a light smile, her appearance seemed to have transformed, and her heart seemed to have gone through vicissitudes.Sylvia nodded very frankly, "I'm really afraid of you, I'm not even afraid of Voldemort, but I obey you."

"It will hurt you to be so honest in the future." Irene said, pointing her finger at Sylvia's forehead and said, "Since I asked you to be the head of the family, I won't harm you. I will take Sif away. Although I don't have much ability, But it’s still okay to run errands for the head of the family.” After finishing speaking, the woman took her son and took the plane directly to Italy to play.Irene didn't hear Sylvia's words that she didn't dare, but Irene knew that she could tell from Sylvia's eyes that Sylvia didn't dare to ask her to run errands for a long time.

Reform?Hehe, very interesting kid, let's see how far you can go.

The woman thought so on the plane, and then the soft son in her arms hugged herself and said "Mom, you are so beautiful~"

"Hehe, Xifu's mouth is so sweet, did your sister Xiwei give you ecstasy soup?"

"No, mom is just so pretty~"

"My son, I haven't seen you for a year and I'm sensible again~"

"Mom, when are we going home?" the soft and tender little bun asked eagerly, and Irene smiled and kissed her son on the head and said, "Does Sev want to go home?"

"Sev wants to be with Mom."

"Don't Sev like Papa Charles and Mother Doria? Don't you like Sister Xi Wei?"

"Well... I like it, but Sif wants his mother to be there all the time." Little Roubaozi's blinking eyes sparkled, and Irene shrank her heart and asked with a smile, "Does Sif want his father?"

"Eh... If Dad doesn't beat Mom, Sif can also want Dad!" Eileen vowed, at this moment, I am grateful that I met Sylvia, no, I am grateful that Sylvia found her, and kissed her. On her son's forehead, Erin said "Is Sev strong enough to know the second half of the story about where Dad went?"

Brave light burst out from the black eyes, and he nodded heavily.Eileen hugged her son with a smile, and spoke again to start telling the unfinished story.

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On the first day of August, Sylvia was wearing a black wizard robe that just fit her body, and the silver badge belonging to the Potter family pinned to her chest was dazzling.The wand was in the cuff, the cards were in the pocket, the zero bag was in the belt, and the gun was in the trouser pocket.The hair that was originally a little long was repaired by Doria yesterday, and today her silver-fried hairs are back to normal. With a cold face, Sylvia is arranging her wizard robe in front of the vanity mirror, letting the edges The folds are flatter.Harry just came down from the stairs, still wearing pajamas, looking like he was breathing heavily, with coffee in his hand, it was obvious that the savior was still relieving his morning sleepiness.

"Where's Dad?" Sylvia said, meticulously.The great savior spread out on the sofa and hugged the pillow, but he still said lazily, "Well, I didn't know when I just opened my eyes." He looked up at the clock hanging on the wall, it was just seven o'clock, Merlin, what is he doing up so early? !Sure enough, if you don't sleep with Sif, you won't sleep well.

"Dad is still sleeping at this point." The savior, Severus, and James all call Charles Papa, and Severus calls Doria Mama Doria. It's as easy as it sounds.

"Are you still asleep?" Smoothing out the wrinkles, Sylvia took out a newspaper from the coffee table, and drank the coffee that Harry put on the coffee table.

"Well, I won't sleep anymore, I'm lonely, empty and cold without Sev..."

"Humph, brat, Dad got up and told him I went to the Ministry of Magic, and he was given a holiday in August, so he didn't have to go to the Ministry of Magic to report."

"Oh... When will my Sif come back? It's been sixteen hours..." The savior rolled around on the sofa, the corner of Sylvia's mouth twitched, and she grabbed the pillow on the sofa and threw it on him , "My mother only sees her son these two weeks a year. When Sev comes back, tell me to pay attention to what he says."

"Why don't you just tell Irene to let me get engaged to Sif~ You can take me with them next time they travel~"

"The Potters don't have this habit." Sylvia drank the coffee in the cup, took the newspaper and turned to go out, and said casually, "I won't come back for dinner tonight, don't wait for me for dinner."

Harry rubbed his eyes in response, sat up from the sofa and stretched out his hand towards himself. The coffee was empty, and the savior was annoyed, "Sylvie! You didn't leave me a sip of coffee!!!" Sylvia's feet trembled Immediately speed up, tsk tsk savior, his uncle and the others have really trained the savior's good cooking skills, at least the coffee is delicious.

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The magnificence of the Ministry of Magic has always been like this, and the statues in front of the court have always been like that. Is there enough place for Sylvia to come.When registering with the Ministry of Magic, Sylvia wrote her own name. While waiting for the elevator, Sylvia ran into an old acquaintance.

Voldemort, Tom Riddle now, the Dark Lord, Voldemort in the future.

"Oh, what a coincidence, Potter is in charge." Voldemort took the initiative to greet everyone. Sylvia treated everyone like that. His cold face was considered famous in the Ministry of Magic, and it was still the same at this moment.

"Morning, Director Riddle." Director of the Department of Mysteries, candidate for the next Minister of Magic.Voldemort didn't underestimate Little Douding, who was less than his waist, "The master came quite early."

"Aren't you too, it's just a meal."

"Hehe, I'm too modest, why is it a holiday, what's wrong with the old boss?"

"I'm sick, and I'll make up the leave later." If Challes, a strong man like a bull, fell ill, he, Voldemort, would be paralyzed.The ability to tell nonsense with open eyes can make a living in the Ministry of Magic.

"That's hard work for the head of the family. After two days, I have time to see the old head of the house?"

"Infectious disease, you are quarantined at home, just forget about your daily affairs." Sylvia said so. The kung fu elevator came, and there were Voldemort and Abraxas who just came in.The old Malfoy nodded to his master as a greeting, and then he hit the little one.

"It's early to be home."

"Morning, Mr. Malfoy." An honorary member of the Ministry of Magic, who came in for a stroll if he had something to do, he had no rights but his words carried weight. "I heard from the child that the head of the family is doing well in his studies, and he has made a lot of money." They are all half-acquainted people, and there are not many polite words that they know well. There is a little affection in it, but not much. .

"There's a lot of homework, I'm busy, and I can't take care of it. In terms of business, I still let my husband take care of it." Sylvia said that a few months ago, Sylvia quietly robbed a piece of land from Malfoy's house in the school. How much is it worth is a sigh of relief.Malfoy doesn't care about that anger, he cares more about money, the price tag is a bit worth it, he doesn't mind if he doesn't want it, but he can't suffer from his words, "Hehe, I, an uncle who is young and energetic, have to give way ah."

Paralyzed, you can die if you don't take advantage of it!Sylvia complained inwardly that Malfoy and Potter were distantly related, and every four generations a girl from the Potter family married into the Malfoy family.

"Then I won't say thank you." Sylvia said this without blushing at all. When she reached the third floor, she went to the office of the Daily Prophet.Sylvia greeted her and went out without stopping at all.Inside the elevator, the master and the servant looked at each other. Sylvia didn't know what was being sold inside, and she wasn't interested in knowing for the time being.

The office of the Daily Prophet hasn't opened yet. The working hours are eight o'clock and now it is seven forty-five.Sitting with Erlang legs crossed in the waiting room on one side, the house elf from the Ministry of Magic made black tea and brought breakfast, not much, a pudding and a piece of cake.Pudding is a pudding that is not too sweet, not cake. It is too sweet, so sweet that Sylvia wants to taste some mustard.But at the moment, there is no mustard, so I can only eat pudding and drink poorly made black tea, tsk tsk, it is not as good as the coffee of the savior.

At 55:[-], Alan Locke, dressed in a neat wizard robe, came. Seeing Sylvia, he quickly stepped forward and stretched out his hand, saying, "Rare guest, rare guest, Miss Potter." Sylvia's hand could Being held by a man, after all, an adult, a child.After a symbolic shake, Sylvia evoked an equally symbolic smile.

"I don't dare to be a rare visitor. I want to come early so that you don't avoid seeing me again." She said this, and Allen said without any embarrassment on his face, "Oh, the head of Potter really knows how to joke."

Damn, it's so fucking ruthless, blocking me to this point, if I knew it, I wouldn't come to work.

The door opened, and Sylvia was invited into the office. It wasn't a magnificent place, it was even a bit sloppy, but it was a bit outrageously large. There were new and old newspapers piled up on one side, and there were a few tables. Placed in the office, at first glance it looks like the place of those illegal pirate producers in the previous life, but now this is indeed the serious office of the Daily Prophet.

After a few words of politeness, I started to talk about the topic. Sylvia couldn't let Locke be polite. If he was a reporter, he could talk about it for a day if he wanted to be polite.

"The office of your department is a little crude."

"Hehe, how can you compare with the head of the family, it's just a meal."

Old fox, Sylvia thought, but he smiled a little, "Everyone just eats and eats, and a child like me runs to you when I don't have time to do my summer homework. It's not easy for everyone, isn't it?"

"Those who are capable work harder, and those who are capable work harder. The future of being a family leader is promising." Allen said politely, but he didn't want to play Sylvia's trap.Sylvia didn't have so much impatience on her inner irritability, but she didn't know that the alarm bell in Alan's heart was always on his mind. When talking about cooperation with Porter's family, he really had to be 120 careful. The kind that can't climb up.

"Actually, I didn't think about it. This student has been staying in Hogwarts for a year. The parents must be thinking about it. If they can give any news, they will give it a message."

"Oh, the head of the family, to be honest." Allen opened the chatter box, "I really miss it, but don't make things difficult for me, the head of the family. If the school board disagrees, there is nothing we can do here."

Humph, just fucking lift the ball around.

After talking like this for a while, an employee came in. Seeing the director talking to a child kindly, he knew who the child was.

"It's not impossible to do business." Allen said so, "It's just that the pressure is tight, and I can't do it even if I want to."

Fucking fart, you are the boss, you pretend to be a big-tailed eagle, don't you just dislike the small profits.You, a Daily Prophet, still fucking want to swallow 80.00%?I have fed you, I have to feed that old fox in school, and there is still a fart in my hand in the end!She still has a large group of people to support her!

"Well, Alan, it's not easy for us all. Why don't I host a meal in my restaurant tonight. Although it's a Muggle restaurant, I guarantee that no one will disturb you."

"I really dare not eat this meal from the master."

"I'm thinking too much, Alan. I've troubled you about last year's incident. I really should treat you to this meal." After finishing speaking, Sylvia stood up from the chair. Although her face was expressionless again, there was warmth in her voice. , "Everyone, my father has caused you a lot of trouble in the past. Tonight, I invite you to the Red Star Hotel as a way of honoring the surname Potter. Everyone, please relax."

There were more than 20 people, and there was a lot of applause.This is just the name of Charles, which is what the old thing does.

Sylvia left the office of the Daily Prophet, regardless of what was said inside, anyway, Allen would not say good things, but she had to win this contract.If I didn't go home, there was more than one arrangement for this matter today, so how many more are there?

The elevator went down to the seventh basement floor, and then stopped at the Gaobshi Official Club.Unlike Alan Locke just now, the man named Jesta in front of him sincerely hoped that Sylvia would come.

"I was still thinking about when I would be able to expect the head of the family to come over, and it turned out to be like this. It is indeed my birthday today, lucky."

"That's my rudeness. The surname Potter apologized to you. Happy birthday." The eyes were full of smiles, but the flesh was not affected much.Jesta is a man in his late fifties who is always smoking a pipe, with a smiling face and a childlike innocence.

"Don't dare to be, dare not be, I accept it with my heart." The office is not as big as the office of the Daily Prophet, but it is quite small, but it can accommodate six people, including young children, middle-aged people, men and women.

"Don't tell me, this is really Porter's negligence." Sylvia said, thinking about it and said, "I will apologize, and the Red Star Restaurant invites everyone to have a meal tonight, which is considered to be a birthday celebration for sir."

"Hehe, that's a good thing."

Sylvia sat down, skipped those tedious polite words, and said straightforwardly, "I've read the letter I sent you two days ago."

"I don't dare to be honorific, the head of the family will do my best, old man, I will call you the head of the house for the rest of my life, just call the old man by his name." He said and took a puff of his pipe, which was full of smoke.Sylvia smiled a little more sincerely this time, what to say to someone, the first rule Chales taught her.The old man is straightforward, and if he is too polite, he will be annoying.

"Then I, the head of the family, will not be polite. You also know that it is not easy for a child like me to lead such a group."

"It's not easy. The head of the family has really spent a lot of money for you, the gate of Atlantis."

"Hey, my brother Pi, as a sister, I want to make the school better. When the child goes to school, can there be more fun besides school? Well, child, it will be good if you play well. gone."

"The head of the house is worthy of being the head of the house. I will say this to you, and the old man will protect you for what you said." The old man said so, and Sylvia smiled, "That Potter can't let you suffer. You take 30.00% of the Daily Prophet, 30.00% of Hogwarts and 30.00% of the rest to the Gate of Atlantis, what do you think?"

"Hehe, okay, the old man is not stingy for being so generous. The boss hasn't chosen the prize yet."

"This is really true, I still can't understand this game with my brain."

"Hmph, don't be modest, Gao Bushi is not the owner of the game. Let the old man give the prize, and you can't let the owner down."

"The one surnamed Potter is not welcome." Jesta waved his hand, smiled and signed the printed contract, obviously ready, Sylvia took the contract and quickly scanned it Signed it at a glance.

"Crack" hands clasped, this is the deal.Before leaving, Sylvia said, "Tonight at Red Star Restaurant, the surname Potter congratulates you on your birthday."

"Hehe, be there on time."

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