good man story

The cards are playing cards, the kind you can buy on the street.This thing has been popular for hundreds of years, even in the wizarding world.The rules are also general rules, the most common one, all depends on luck and guts.

Albus, who was forced to join the game, was really not happy at all when Black was in charge of dealing the cards.

"What to order next."

Sylvia suggested that Voldemort is not at all cowardly at the moment, especially after he has seen the cards.

"How about betting your life as the master said?" He said so, Sylvia didn't speak, and looked at him with a half-smile. When Voldemort saw Sylvia's appearance, he shivered a little, and he immediately remembered this. The little guy who can do it is a Gryffindor, betting his life with Gryffindor is not his Slytherin style.He glanced at the careless Albus, and said again, "That's right, since Albus is here, you won't be ashamed to gamble your life."

"Who said I didn't dare?" Sylvia didn't look at him at all, she took the bottle of brandy in her hand, and took a big gulp for herself, not even using the cup.

"Since it's entertainment, it's entertainment. Don't gamble with life, but you really have to gamble with something after you've played." Albus gave Voldemort a step down, and then he added, "I'm a poor man. You all know that I can't bet on money, and I can't bet on power, so I just bet that I will win something."

The real business people are here.Sylvia glanced at him and said nothing.Albus had just given Voldemort a step down, and now Voldemort was giving him a step down.

"If the head of the family has no objection, then I have no objection either."

Sylvia took two sips of brandy that was almost empty, there was not much in it, just two glasses, she first poured a glass for Voldemort and another glass for Albus, it was empty.

"Chila." The bottle fell to the ground and snapped his fingers at Victoria, "Rozier, bring me two more bottles!"

"Hehe, order my disciple, can you do it?" When Voldemort said so, Sylvia spread his hands, with a drunken smile on his face, "It depends on whether you can give me orders. "

Voldemort was at her beck and call, so it was Victoria who brought the brandy.She waved her hand, rejecting Victoria's intention to pour her wine, opened the unopened wine herself, poured the clear liquid into the glass and said what she had just said, "Albus, you have no money, I admit it, If you say you have no right, then I can't play with you."

"What do you want from me?"

"The right to support the gate of Atlantis." Sylvia said decisively and unambiguously.Albus blinked and said, "I'm pretty supportive now."

"Not enough. What I want is that you, the principal, must unconditionally support any decision made by my president."

Why does Sylvia value the Gate of Atlantis, a student organization in a school, so much?Voldemort didn't understand this, but Albus did.

"Hehe, if you can keep the number of people below 60, then I will agree to you in this round."

"Okay, that's it." Sylvia said, looking at Voldemort on the side, "I bet with you on the condition that if you win, you will release Arunminta Isa Melifran for me, and if you lose I don't care about that."

"Small abacus is very good, come on." Voldemort agreed.

When the second round of cards was dealt, Sylvia sat dishonestly on a chair, and she poured herself a large glass of wine.

"Follow?" Voldemort asked, Albus looked at Sylvia, then at Voldemort, and said, "Merlin is still very kind to me, I think I can go on."

"Where is the head of the house?"

"Call." She didn't look at the cards at all, "The chip I gave you, Victoria Rozier's life."

"You! Sylvia Potter!!!" Victoria couldn't bear it at this moment. No one could bear it, let alone a child in her teens.But Sylvia didn't care about her words, she didn't even look at Victoria, she just raised her eyelids and glanced at Voldemort, saying it seemed to have some deep meaning.

"I don't care about it, what adults talk about and children get in the mouth."

That was a very cutting remark, both for Victoria and for Voldemort.Voldemort didn't like her provocation, but just glanced at Victoria next to her. The girl who had just been dazzled by anger now understood that she didn't intend to jump into Sylvia's trap, so she Containing his anger, he curled the corner of his mouth, "Miss Potter, should I apologize to you?"

Hehe, my mind turned very quickly, but it was still a little bit short.Sylvia thought, looking at Voldemort with a half-smile, Voldemort let her watch, and said something indifferent, "Why should the head care about a child, since you have my disciple's mind, then, I You can only bet on your own brother's life."

An apprentice, a younger brother.This bet is really a bit of a dead end.

"Row."

Sylvia said without hesitation at all, without any reluctance in it, she could even turn her head to look at Albus calmly, but what she said made Albus feel aggrieved no matter what. If you are in a dilemma, "It's too late to withdraw now. If you win, I will stand with you. If you lose, I don't want you to care about how many people the Gate of Atlantis develops."

Albus didn't want to play, and Voldemort kind of didn't want to.

To put it bluntly, it really doesn't sound good at all.Everyone present, no one wants to stay here anymore.Let's just say that their master has already broken skin with the Ministry of Magic, but it hasn't started yet. Although it's not far from the day it started, at least they are peaceful now, not even a little face-to-face conflict.

But Sylvia provoked this, not to mention anything else, even if it was the embarrassment that the Black family would be in as the position provider, Walburga really didn't want to think about how much she had lost.

Sylvia Potter is crazy.She dealt this card really uncomfortable.

"Snapped!"

Bai Nen's palm was slapped on the table fiercely. Sylvia looked up and looked at Voldemort coldly. She spoke aggressively.

"I dare to bet my brother's life with you, Voldemort, do you dare!!!"

"bet!"

Voldemort bet no one dared to speak out at this moment.Things are getting more and more derailed, which is a bad trend.Albus is well aware of this, if it continues like this, it is very likely that what is about to happen will be brought forward a lot, which is not what he wants to see.But Sylvia didn't give him a step down at all. If he entered, he would only help the evildoers, and if he retreated, he would never recover.His brain was running fast, and Sylvia really took him into the army. This was such a dangerous step that he would lose everything if he made a mistake.But no one gave him more time to think, and the cards dealt to him made Albus understand that if he hesitated any longer, he could only be led by the nose.

Who is the other party?

Sylvia Potter, and Voldemort.

The liquid in the cup emptied and filled again, Albus was dying of thirst, and Voldemort was dying of thirst.What Albus worried about was also Voldemort's worrying.He couldn't wait to get started, but it wasn't his intention to start this way.Voldemort looked at the brandy that Sylvia opened again, poured the wine and drank it, repeating such an action, he really wanted to know whether the Potter master was really crazy or drunk.

"Shh!!!!"

Sylvia closed her eyes, leaned her index finger on her mouth, and her face was full of drunkenness. She seemed to be really drunk, so that no one present could figure out what she was doing.It looks like it's in-depth communication with someone.

"Listen, Merlin is telling me today is my lucky day~"

She said that her face was red and she had already drunk two bottles of wine, and the smell of alcohol made it impossible to suspect that she was not drunk.

"Whoever follows, I will give him the 730 million Galleons in my private treasury."

The sound of gasping for air, even a dozen Blacks in this family can't match it.Albus wanted to follow, even Voldemort was a little envious.

They are not people who bend their waists for money, but the huge amount of gold is there, making the two prudent people a little short of breath.

Six hundred million gold, enough to triple the ranks of Death Eaters.

100 million gold is enough to feed Hogwarts for [-] years, even the Order of the Phoenix can develop.

"Well, wait a minute~"

The drunken man said again, "Weigh up which of you can compare with my pile of gold, otherwise I will let you spend your life."

Voldemort, "..."

Albus, "..."

"What do you want?" Albus asked, serious.Sylvia squinted at him, and picked up another bottle of wine from the ground sideways. This time it was whiskey, spirits, and spirits like brandy. He unscrewed the lid and poured it into the unfinished glass. Comparing with the transparent color, it dilutes some of the colors, but it cannot dilute the alcohol concentration in it. On the contrary, it doubles the growth of those things.

"... I have never wanted much. I heard that the principal has such a right in the board of directors, called a veto power..."

"I follow."

Albus said.

Fighting Voldemort is the main thing. Although Sylvia has scheming and tricks in Gryffindor, Sylvia will not become the Dark Lord. It is not that he trusts Sylvia, but that he trusts Charles.The veto power of the school board is not very useful to him. He suffered a disadvantage in Voldemort's matter, but it does not mean that he suffers a disadvantage everywhere.

"What do you want from me?"

This time it was Voldemort who asked, Sylvia smiled and drank the alcohol in the glass, and looked at him with drunken eyes, "Voldemort, I know you have Slytherin's locket, I want that."

"That thing doesn't mean much to you, does it?" Voldemort asked back. He glanced at Albus, and said, "It's better to find a way to get Gryffindor than obsess over the Slytherin locket." Sword."

"That's what I'm giving to my girlfriend."

"...As expected of the surname Potter."

Voldemort said that Slytherin's pendant was indeed valuable, but compared with the pile of gold, it was not worth that price.

"and."

For the fourth card in her hand, Sylvia didn't look at that card or anyone else, she just poured wine into the glass, and then poured the wine in the glass into her mouth.She even left the card table and went to get the brown rum by herself. She opened the rum tremblingly, as if she was really drunk. First, she leaned on Voldemort's shoulder and poured the rum Poured it into the brandy glass that the other party hadn't finished drinking, and said, "This is not interesting, don't just drink it by me, you don't drink it!"

Voldemort, "..."

"Come on, Albus, I need some inspiration, drink this cup before I can think of what to bet!"

Being fed alcohol by a kid, and more importantly, they couldn't stop drinking, Voldemort regretted a little, regretted giving Sylvia alcohol when he first came.

The spiciness is squared off by the fusion of brandy and rum.

"I drank the wine too, the head of the family should gamble."

"Bet, let me hear what you have that I want." Sylvia said with her eyes closed.

Status, the inexplicable transfer, what Sylvia asked was what I want from you.Voldemort and Albus, who were drunk, didn't notice this subtle change at all.

"I will give you the status of one person above ten thousand people, and you will give me your loyalty."

Voldemort slammed loudly, and Albus looked at him with blue eyes, not weak. He looked at Voldemort, but the words that came out of his mouth were addressed to Sylvia. He used more serious and serious words than Voldemort. He spoke in a tone of voice, and with a more sincere attitude than taking an oath, he set out his own conditions.

"I'll give you everything you want. If you want Hogwarts, I'll give you Hogwarts. If you want the Ministry of Magic, I'll teach you the power to cover the sky with one hand. If you want magic, I'll give it to you." I will teach you all magic without reservation, and I want you to be a hero and do good all your life, and I want you to give me a prosperous and prosperous world, and give me a peaceful and peaceful life."

This is Albus Dumbledore...

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