good man story

During the evening entertainment, Sylvia had to drink, but fortunately she could drink.Bottle after bottle was poured down, in the words of her previous life, it was all red, white and foreign.The good thing is that the contract was finally won. Alan, who was drunk, finally took a look at the newspaper she had been carrying for a day. Sylvia took the opportunity to pour some ecstasy soup into it, and the old guy signed the contract.

The host and guest had a great time, and it was already three o'clock in the morning after the meal.Sylvia stumbled home, and the effect of apparition made the young child vomit as soon as he landed.Both Charles and Doria were asleep, and James was asleep too, leaving a lonely, empty and cold savior tossed by the sound.Going downstairs in a daze, I saw Sylvia who smelled of alcohol.

After Sylvia spit out the pile of alcohol in her stomach, she became a little more sober, added anti-alcohol medicine, and now leaned on the sofa to relax.

"It's so late at the party, and you have worked hard for your gate of Atlantis." The savior said so, and Sylvia waved his hand, "It's a small thing, just drink more today." That's right, Dolan Sivia made such a fuss that Sylvia, who didn't want to drink, opened her mouth to drink today.Harry sighed without pretending to be a child now, "Eat something? You can't eat anything when you are socializing."

"Don't eat, the savior, give me a cup of coffee." Sylvia said, Harry took a look at her and went to make coffee. He was not happy at first when he was ordered by such a person. After so long, Sylvia This person really has a temper like his, she has a lot of airs and a lot of heart, but she is different from the friends he knew before, she is not as smart as Hermione, not as direct as Ron, but she has the courage that none of them have. .

A good man, Harry thought.

A cup of coffee was brewed and served, Sylvia's face turned pale from the alcohol.The savior thought that since he lived in someone’s house, he would do something to repay him. It’s impossible to get involved in those messy things, but it’s okay to be with this person with peace of mind.

"What happened to make you drink so much?"

"Pieces and sevens, it's not worth mentioning." After taking a sip of coffee, it burned his tongue.Harry smiled and said to her, "I don't want to help you, even if you ask me, I don't care."

This time, Sylvia opened her eyes and glanced at the savior, and then closed them again, "It's nothing more than Voldemort, he's making trouble right now, it's going to be a problem no matter what."

Speaking of Voldemort, Harry sighed.In his previous life, he had been around Voldemort for the rest of his life. He really didn't want to see Voldemort again in this life, but this guy was really everywhere.In this life, he has no scars on his head, and he is not a savior. In this life, he has a mother who loves him. Although he is a product of criminal behavior, his mother loves him. He traveled with his mother in those years and did not know the magic world. There is no news about the matter, at first he was anxious, he wanted to know, but then he stopped and stopped and looked at different people and different worlds, and his heart, which had suffered from aging in the previous life, came alive like this.Harry didn't know whether his mother knew or didn't know his secret, but what his mother rang in his ears made him unforgettable for the rest of his life.

——Harry, people must have the courage to move forward, the ability to bear the consequences, the freedom to look past everything, and more importantly, the peace of mind to go with the situation.

Harry didn't think a three-year-old could understand those words, but his mother had said that when he was three.Later, he saw it away, he lived chicly, laughed brightly, and cried happily.My mother said that the best reward is to let yourself live happily, so that those who love you deeply can be happy.

"I don't think you don't know about Horcruxes." Harry said so, and Sylvia replied lying on the sofa, "What's the use of knowing."

"It's nothing more than Voldemort."

"Oh, Harry, James has never heard you call him Dad in all his life."

"Is it really just for that?" Harry asked, his green eyes startlingly penetrating.Sylvia opened her eyes and sat up from the sofa to take a sip of moderately warm coffee.

"One cannot do nothing while one is alive. To live in this society, the society gives you the space to live, and you have to contribute your own strength to this."

"Your words are too positive. It's fine if you live well, or have you not felt the deep malice from this fucking society?" Harry mocked her, even with a little disdain.Sylvia smiled without calculating, it was a kind of relief, "I have been corrupted for a long time, there are still a few people who have not been corrupted, and how many people can protect them. Say me a Holy Mother, I Thank you."

"Hehe, the heart of a rabbit is the life of a cow. You are really stupid if you are born to be troubled. Sylvia, you have to learn to be content."

"Couldn't you say something about the Holy Mother?" Sylvia smiled and didn't pay much attention, Harry shrugged and patted Sylvia's thigh, "Go around Severus, I'll run errands for you. Let's talk about it first, Voldemort It's not my business."

"Okay, I didn't dare to pull Sev down from the beginning."

"Why, reluctant?"

"I'm afraid of his mother. You didn't see it. When Irene smashed the glass shard into the man's heart, it was so frighteningly scary."

……

Unlike the little warmth in Potter Manor, this place is terribly gloomy and depressing.This is a black room with black walls and black curtains. It seems that everything is black, and the only embellishment is not much silver.In the darkness, the few bright silvers look like they are being forced and have nowhere to escape.

There are a few books spread out on the desk, but there are more newspapers, just old newspapers.The owner of the room is now leaning on the big soft bed, which is very soft and comfortable. Unfortunately, the bed sheet is still black.

The red hair is well done, and at first glance it looks a bit like a princess from a dream, but what makes this dream even more charming is the pair of purple eyes.Red and purple, this is a strange combination, but there is no strange feeling in this girl, it is just so natural, so dazzling.

Victoria's face was a little pale, unreasonably white, as if she was enduring some pain, but Victoria's expression was not like that, she looked extremely happy, just for a moment, a little boy with straw-colored hair Pushing the dark door open, the five or six-year-old boy was still inside with a happy look on his face. He was about to say something, but Victoria turned cold in an instant.

"How many times have I told you! Knock first when entering the door!! Who ate your brains!! Why don't you remember every time! Do you know how to be polite? How did you learn it in etiquette class!!! Can you I can’t let people be so disappointed!!!” With scolding, the little boy’s smile faltered, timidly, his white and tender face became extremely pale this time, and even his brown eyes were covered with tears. A light mist of water.The little guy is afraid, afraid of Victoria's appearance.

"You can't even speak! What are you doing here! Have I taught you that you can't even speak a word when you break into other people's territory?! Why are you crying? What reason do you have to cry? !!"

Big teardrops rolled down, the boy bit his lips desperately to stop the tears, but no matter how hard he tried, there was no effect, it probably came from the sound, the face is not handsome but he can be said to be a resolute man Walking over, picked up the little boy and wiped away his tears, and said to his eldest daughter.

"Vido, little Evan, let him go."

"Small? I should let it go, how many times have I told him to knock on the door, don't you understand?!" Victoria's voice became sharp and irritable, so that Rozier, who was in charge, didn't understand that the resentment came from peace. , he looked at his daughter who had become a little strange, and thinking about what happened before, he could only feel helpless, "You have to put down your temper, don't you know that the sky is high and the earth is strong, that Potter's head——"

"Crack!" The book in the girl's hand was slammed onto the ground. Victoria looked very angry at the moment, no different from being irritable. She yelled at her father, "It has nothing to do with you! Don't let me I saw you nodding and bowing to that Potter! What qualifications does a mere Potter have to talk to him, recognize your position, I have no time to protect you if you are on the wrong team!!!"

Even if Rozier didn't understand it at this moment, he understood that the resentment was not against himself, but against that adult, and he was just the one who spread the anger.The daughter is angry, and the daughter is grateful and admiring to that adult, but at this moment, as a father, he has to say bad things, even if they are not pleasant, he has to say them.

"Victor, don't underestimate Potter—"

"I don't need you to say what I do." Interrupted by the cold tone, and the angry face, Victoria pointed at the door and said loudly, "Get out."

"I know you can't listen, but you have to know that Sylvia Potter has more contacts than Dumbledore, and Potter is not something we can mess with."

"You have fallen to this level because of your wimpy appearance, get out!" The ordinary words were swallowed up in such a deadpan manner, facing the man named father.Rozier was frightened, staring in astonishment at the frightening daughter who had become unfamiliar, unable to utter a word.On the contrary, the child in his arms had long been frightened by the too intense conflict, and the tears that had been held back for a long time finally flowed down in his father's firm arms, with soft sobs.

"Hurry up and get out with your useless son!"

The man sighed and comforted the son in his arms. He turned around exhaustedly, leaving behind a father's words.

"Evan is still a child. When he grows up, he will protect you and take care of you. Even if you don't like him, don't break his heart."

The dark door closed, and the little child cried wantonly in his father's arms. The man patted the child on the back, swallowed all the bitterness brought by that trash, and then turned to face him with such a generous smile. own son.

"Okay, stop crying Evan, your sister is joking with you~"

"Woo, Evan is so scared ~ woo...Evan is right woooo..."

"Yes, yes, it's Evan, that's right, Evan is the best, tell Dad what Evan is doing to find his sister?"

The boy was crying fiercely, but he calmed down slowly under the comforting voice of his father. Evan loosened his tightly held hands, revealing a somewhat deformed concubine soaked in sweat and tears. Candy, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo and to eat the last piece of toffee, the last piece, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhh, ohhhhhhhh, I found it after searching for a long time in the room… Woooo..."

The enthusiasm was exchanged for a scolding meal.When the father couldn't understand the bitterness of that moment, even if he was oppressed by the unspeakable world, he must laugh out and give this pure white child a small square inch of space to store what he came from. Not easy naivety.

"Hehe, Dad wants to eat it too, is Evan willing to give the toffee to Dad?"

Seeing his father's benevolent smile, the little boy's tears gradually stopped flowing, and he was still holding his nose. He peeled off the icing of the toffee little by little with his dirty little hands in his father's arms, and then returned the tender white toffee. The candy with some tears in it was put into father's mouth.

Sweet and salty.

What is sweet is innocence, what is salty is reality.

"Oh, it's so sweet~"

The man said, and then he reaped the smiling faces that belonged only to childhood that he never went back to.

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