good man story

Sylvia has always been a frequent visitor to the Ministry of Magic. Everyone from the Minister of Magic to the small staff who brought tea and water knew about it, but today's trip was a bit strange.You can see Sylvia on the second basement floor, and you can also see Sylvia on the third basement floor. Whether it's the Minister's Office or the Department of Magical Creatures, even the Department of Prohibition of Misuse of Muggle Items, Sylvia has nothing to do, but today , Sylvia went to the fifth floor below.Department of International Magical Cooperation.The famous Sylvia Potter really came here for the first time.

She wore a neat wizard robe, and Sylvia added a hood on it on her own initiative. No one would care that a famous person like her made such a small change.When I got out of the elevator, I just ran into an acquaintance, the magic eye Alastor Moody.

"Yo, why did the boss come here?"

"Just take a look." Sylvia greeted, and shook hands with Alastor with a big wave. "What's the matter, how do you guys run this way if you don't train in your training room?"

"Practice, international cooperation." Speaking of an acquaintance, Sylvia pulled his hand from the opponent's hand. This Auror was not light at all. "Tell me, let me know?"

"The head of the house still wants to have a leg?"

"Let's talk nonsense."

"Don't talk nonsense, you are plotting against you, I still have something to do." The magic eye said, familiar with it, but Potter, the master's scheming, he, an Auror, really doesn't like it at all.Alastor thought so, and strode towards the opposite direction of Sylvia.

Sylvia chuckled and rubbed her nose, and sighed inwardly, trying to win over the magic eye, but now is not the time.Albus, tsk tsk, you really have the ability to subdue such a tempered person, I really admire you.

When Balante saw Sylvia, he really sighed, and in front of Sylvia, before the other party could speak, he said, "Master, just let me go, okay? You said that’s really not okay!”

"I haven't said anything yet." Sylvia said this, and sat leisurely on the reception sofa in the office.The house elf delivered the coffee in a timely manner, and Sylvia put on such a smiling face, "I just came here to sit and sit with you when I have nothing to do. I have communicated several times, and I haven't met the real person yet."

"Don't see me, even if you see a real person, I should say no or have to say no." Balant looked like he was about to cry, this is a private office, there is no one else in the room, and he is not afraid of someone eavesdropping, "No If I don't give you face, then someone is suppressing me and won't let me agree."

"Hehe, what advantage does Albus give you to make you work hard for him like this." He spoke directly, without any meaning of politeness.Hearing this, Balant smiled, and leaned back in the chair a little relaxed. He also picked up the coffee, took a sip, and carefully observed Sylvia's expression.

This skill is not ordinary.Sylvia Potter, who was sending out flowers outside, is really not a showman now that she has really seen her.

"How can you say that, I am acting according to the regulations."

"I also ask you to act according to the regulations." Sylvia said, putting down the delicious coffee that is far from being made by the savior, "I have mentioned this matter for several years, and I have left the procedures that should be followed. I also applied, why am I stuck here with you?"

Ballant really wanted to cry, the head of Porter could really choke.

"Actually, this matter has to be decided by the school board of directors, and I will sign it alone. If you come to me, even if I have the heart, I don't have the strength."

"Hehe, it's not that you are weak-minded, you are powerless." Sylvia said this a little aggressively, she drank a cup of coffee, and she said, "I also know what your concerns are. I was busy before, so I smoked Don’t have time to rush this matter, Ballante, the ugly words are up front, if I pass you and turn directly to the French or German seats, you will be embarrassed.”

"Then do I have to thank you for coming to me first?" The atmosphere just dropped like that.Seeing the hidden displeasure of the other party, Sylvia hooked the corners of her mouth, "It's a bad word, but what you said makes sense. I forgot about the school board."

Although he is a fool, he has a bit of a temper.Sylvia thought, after calming down the atmosphere, she didn't miss a word, "Balante, I'm bound to win this matter, I hope you can give me something that satisfies me when I come back next time." The answer." After finishing speaking, Sylvia stood up quickly without stopping at all, and didn't even say goodbye.

The door was closed, and Ballante's smile contained too much disdainful emotion inside.Spread out on the table were documents, with the headline—Proposal to Restart the Triwizard Tournament.The man reached out and crumpled the document into a ball, and threw it into the trash can behind the door with a particularly accurate angle.

"Hehe, I have some skills. If you want me to nod, at least you must first know what politeness is."

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Sylvia didn't go home, and she didn't spend much time at the Ministry of Magic. It wasn't too early when she came out of there, and it was almost lunch time.I didn't want to go home, and I didn't want to go to Knockturn Alley in Diagon Alley, just wandering on the streets of London.

On King's Cross Street, she gave herself a charm spell so that the Muggles would not look at her strangely.

There is a milk tea shop on the corner of the street. Sylvia knows this place. She and Bella had a good meal here a few weeks ago. Their taro milk tea is really delicious, and they don’t feel much when drinking it, but It will be unforgettable.He touched his pocket, and there were galleons and a few pounds in the money bag.

The big cup of milk tea is cold, and it can be drunk for about a day in your hand.There were quite a lot of people queuing up. She had been queuing for a long time just now, and it was already past meal time.Sylvia turned a street, and there was a restaurant not far from the milk tea shop.There aren't many people in the restaurant, too, the meal time is over, it's past the busy time.Look, the waiters are orderly clearing the tableware on the table.When Sylvia arrived, a waiter came forward with a menu, but she didn't take it to look at it. Instead, she chose a rather awkward place to sit down and said, "Egg fried rice. Put two more eggs and add squid."

The waiter was a little taken aback when he heard this, because there is no such item on the menu.Sylvia smiled and took a breath of milk tea and said. "Are you new here?"

"Uh, um."

"Tell you the chef, he will do it."

In line with the idea that the customer is God, the waiter went down.Sylvia looked around this small restaurant. The decoration was not that particular, not that much romance, not that much magnificence, even if there were not many tables and chairs, such a restaurant is located on King's Cross Street It is shabby in the last calculation.There are only three or four waiters working, each busy in their own way, and they all look young, presumably they are all students, and they come to this small place to work to earn some pocket money when they are busy.

The place is not big and there are not many people. The tableware left by the guests will be cleaned up in a short while.There was only one customer in the store, Sylvia, and they didn't need to do anything. People in twos and threes gathered together to rest and chat while some people took out poker cards from behind the counter to play a couple of hands.

After such a short time, a person came out from the back hall with a serving of hot food.Obviously this is the egg fried rice ordered by Sylvia, but it also comes with another dish.

When the children saw this person coming out in a slightly greasy chef's uniform, the person holding the cards immediately hid the cards behind him, looking cautious.

"Go and play inside, don't embarrass yourself outside." The man said so, and everyone who had nothing to do laughed and went into the back hall.Then only the chef and Sylvia were left in the restaurant.

Egg fried rice with squid rings, that is squid egg fried rice.The cook brought rice, but instead of a knife and fork, he added a pair of chopsticks.Sylvia took a side of mustard and poured it into the rice, and took a big bite with the heat.The mustard sauce has a strong taste, and it has a different taste when added. Speaking of which, why didn't she think mustard sauce was so delicious in her previous life?Another dish is sauce-colored shredded pork with white and tender scallions. In previous lives, people called this shredded pork with Beijing sauce.Sylvia took a big mouthful and stuffed it all in her mouth, and said vaguely.

"Well, okay, delicious."

Sylvia said.

The man smiled and sat opposite Sylvia. "Eat more if it tastes good. This time I added some saffron into it, and used spices to remove the fishy smell of squid. You don't like sweet food, so you can't taste the sweetness. In fact, I put some sugar cubes in it. , covered it up with white curry. Hehe, you have to eat less mustard, the taste is so strong that your taste buds are different from ordinary people..."

The man rambled and said that Sylvia was devouring it, as if she hadn't eaten it for several years.

"The Chinese food you mentioned, I have researched a few dishes, and the taste is not bad, and it is fresh to eat. I will make you the Kung Pao Chicken when you come next time. The book says I went to Chinatown for the shredded tofu, but I didn’t see it for sale, and I don’t know how it’s made.”

What burst out of his eyes was the passion for the chef industry, the kind that can be seen at a glance.

"Speaking of Chinatown, I tried a new thing this time. It's called hot pot. It tastes really good, but it feels weird to eat alone. It's quite easy to make. It was just summer when I went there, so it should be eaten in winter. Even better, it is easy to get angry, if you have a chance, you can eat it, but speaking of it, I still like Italian food..."

"Delicious!" Sylvia said, eating up all the rice on the plate and shredded pork with Beijing sauce, not even a shredded green onion was left.Sylvia burped, then wiped her mouth with a tissue.

The man looked at her with a smile, folded the plates and put them away. When he was about to get up and leave, Sylvia's words made him pause.

"Have a hard time, Jarvis."

Jarvis is his first name, and he has a surname, which together is Jarvis Goyle.

"What are you talking about?" He said, but he couldn't stop his movements and stood up from his seat. Then Sylvia said, "Voldemort has started to put pressure on you."

"..."

Jarvis sat down again.He looked at Sylvia, who was sipping milk tea, with a smile on his face, but he didn't have much temper in it, "This is not good, our camps are different after all."

"If only you were really just a cook." Sylvia said, she didn't look at Jarvis, but looked away, "You can guess it, I gave Rozier that one at the party that day." It's so ugly, it's not her character if she doesn't get it back. I heard that she used force against you small families?"

"Hehe, you know all of this, it seems that nothing can be hidden from your eyes."

"The wound is exposed." Sylvia said, she still didn't look at Jarvis.Jarvis didn't force a smile at this moment, but just lowered his rolled-up sleeves to cover the small, still fresh scar that had leaked out.

"Lord Rozier is a disciple of the Duke, so he should have a bad temper."

"How many years have we known each other?" Sylvia asked, as if she wanted to continue the chat.Jarvis thought about the days of acquaintance, and immediately smiled, "It's been four years."

"It's been four years. Don't your family know what you're doing?"

"Hehe, I'm a Slytherin. Cook is not a good job." Jarvis said with a smile, although he said such a thing, there was not much shame in it.Sylvia sighed, and the words he said were a little hesitant, "Can you say no to him?"

"Don't you understand the status of the small family?"

Small families that are attached to big families, such as Crabbe and Goyle, have been attached to Malfoy for generations, such as Marcus who has been attached to Potter for generations, and Travers who belongs to Black.They are pure blood but not aristocrats, they have no right to speak, and they are doomed to die for the family they are attached to from the day they were born.It's a bit like a servant in another way, relying on the mercy of his master to eke out a living, maybe just survive.He has never received much attention, and his sense of existence is also outrageously low.Their fate has been out of their control since birth.

"Understood." Sylvia said, without empathy, she scratched her head and said, "Old Malfoy's death will make your situation even more embarrassing."

"Little Mr. Malfoy is still underage, and he can still survive. It is nothing more than some temptations."

Probing what?To test loyalty or disloyalty?Malfoy didn't speak, and those affiliated families were not qualified to speak. Rozier's pressure was a matter of pressure, and she couldn't exert pressure on Malfoy. It was only Crabbe and Goyle who were unlucky.

They obeyed, and from then on, they had to guard against not only Rozier, Blake, those people they couldn't afford to provoke, but also Malfoy.

If they refused, they had to endure this temptation and suffer this exclusion.When Mr. Malfoy felt that enough was enough, when the minor felt that they were still loyal, when the rain was over.

"..." It's not easy, Sylvia doesn't know what to say.She wanted to pull such a person into her camp and work for herself. This was her most sincere thought, but looking at the man in front of her, Sylvia found that she couldn't open her mouth.With a wave of her hand, Jinkou opened her mouth and said, entrust your future to me.But after that, both he and they will disappear in a very short time.

forever.

"By the way, I haven't congratulated you on your revenge yet."

"What hatred?"

"I heard something from my son about Master Rozier at school." His son, Greg Goyle, was the pride of Jarvis' life.

"Thank you for your cultivation. I understand. With Gray's qualifications and status, it is not enough to become the team leader in the Gate of Atlantis. Thanks to you, my son's grades this year even passed the history of magic." gone."

Sylvia waved her hand, "I don't care about the affairs of the meeting. If your son can become the team leader, he really has the ability." She said, looking up at the man abruptly, "Victoria didn't treat the children of your two families Let's do it?"

"Not yet. Cornia, Crabbe's wife took them abroad to avoid the limelight. I discussed with him and asked them to come back after school."

Hey, this Victoria is really making people complain.

Sylvia thought, turned her head to look at Jarvis, and after careful consideration, she spoke with unprecedented seriousness.

"Jarvis, if I ask you, can you refuse Voldemort?"

"Hehe, you are still drunk, when did I have the right to speak?"

"I mean, if there is an opportunity in front of you, are you willing to reject him for your family and your son?"

"Hehe." Jarvis smiled, this time he really stood up with the plate in his hand, and even wiped the table with a rag, he turned and walked inside, the words passed without much emotion, The voice was soft, but it could be clearly heard by Sylvia.

"If Marcus betrays you, what will you do? I'm afraid I won't have the chance to make Kung Pao Chicken for you..."

Sylvia sighed, and buried her face in her hands, while the ice in the milk tea melted, and the table that had just been wiped was stained with water again.She thought of her own plan, thought of that beautiful blueprint that made Xenophilius yearn for, even if it was for the sake of it, she would not hesitate to die.Sylvia felt that she understood, understood why a demigod could speak out to help her with her sincere thoughts that day, and understood why Diana would speak out so easily - just help.

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