good man story

"I thought you were going to use the amnesty here?"

"Compared to this, the amnesty order can play a greater value." Sylvia said so and threw the apple core in his hand into the trash can.Sylvia glanced at the woman in front of her, and sighed slightly, "Be careful in the future, I don't have any power in the UK anymore, Irene, this incident has troubled you."

Irene Prince, rushed to England after getting the news, but that didn't help, Voldemort was moving faster than anyone could have imagined.

"I didn't expect you to trust Marlene Selwyn. The man, no, the beast was never worthy of trust."

"Maybe." Sylvia said, without any anger, what was normal could no longer be normal.Irene looked at such a calm Sylvia, and she had to believe what people said, this person had indeed changed after undergoing drastic changes.

"You—" Irene hesitated, she didn't know whether Sylvia needed comfort or not at the moment, if she needed it, she would say a few words without hesitation, but Sylvia looked so plain, It seems that there is no need, or she hides that hurt feeling in the deepest part.

"Huh?" Sylvia looked at her with a normal expression, waiting for her next words.

Perhaps Sylvia Potter had never been the one to be comforted by her.Irene thought so, patted the shoulder that was no longer immature, and said briskly, "Don't worry, there will always be a time of the past, and you can keep Prince as your hole card for as long as you want."

"Hehe..." With a smile like a spring breeze, Sylvia Potter became fond of laughing.He reached out to hold the woman's hand, and made a crisp sound when his hands intersected.

"Thanks, Erin."

……

In her sleep, Sylvia felt a figure shaking, footsteps, or something else, so she had to open her eyes to see what happened.It was a familiar figure that broke into her eyes in the darkness. Sylvia wanted to keep her smile, but after doing so, she found that even if she didn't look at it, she could still know how ugly it was. He stopped laughing, and then his hands moved uncontrollably, covering his eyes, but he couldn't cover what was flowing out of his eyes.The reflection under the moonlight makes it clear for those who come to see it.

"...why... woo woo... I feel like you're making noise when you come back..."

Bella.

She knew the consequences, she knew what it would be, and she thought she was ready for everything that came next.She even practiced smiling in front of the mirror for a long time before the incident happened, but when things really happened according to the track, Sylvia overestimated her ability to bear it. She wanted to cry out loud.She held back all the sadness, even when facing her parents, she could still smile and say a few words of reassurance, but at this moment, in the dark night, the familiar person, Sylvia warned herself a thousand times not to Leave tears that symbolize cowardice in front of this person, but ideals and reality are always very different.All the camouflage, all the assumptions, all the oaths were all shattered under the light of those black eyes, and turned into mud.So Sylvia could only find an excuse that was not very successful, and then use this poor excuse to dump all the grievances and heartaches.Like a newborn child, like a wounded beast.

Bella heard the complaint, and also heard the cry.Maybe the reflected crystal made her heart heavy, but the deep voice made her chest tight.Double discomfort, Bella's nose was sore, she didn't want to admit that she was mourning for Sylvia, but it was a bit futile.After she learned about the situation here in Germany, she immediately put down everything in her hands and returned to England. Before she could go home, she came to Potter Manor in the middle of the night.Not for anything else, just to look at a child that I watched and grew up from a young age, just to make sure that she is safe and sound.She imagined that when she saw Sylvia, Sylvia might jokingly ask her why she came back so soon; she also imagined that the little kid would say to her heartlessly, oh, This time, she seemed to be stumped; she imagined many expressions of Sylvia seeing her, and also imagined many words that Sylvia would say, and she even thought about how to refute her.But she never thought that Xi Wei would start with such words.

She has seen Sylvia's tears too often, and Sylvia's grievance too much. She knows her so well that she can understand what kind of pain Sylvia is deep in at the moment just by looking at her.All the pretense, the indifferent smile on the newspaper, the pretended strength between the lines, at this moment, Bella understood everything.

Sylvia, who was being betrayed in this way, how much courage did it take to curl her lips and stand firmly in front of others?How much pain did she endure to face everything with a smile?

Bella admits that being betrayed by someone she trusted, whether in a previous life or in this life, she could never be like her.So she could only hold up the pale and thinned face, then gently kissed off the crystal clear liquid, burst into a smile, and used all her tenderness to contain the pain of the person in front of her.

"...don't be afraid, I'm..."

——Sorry, Nick, I may not be able to catch up with the assembly time. If possible, please give me another year. If it is not possible, then we are not meant to be.

——Hehe, why did you suddenly change your mind?

——A very good friend of mine had an accident, and I wanted to be with her.

——Alright, let’s enrich myself a bit.

……

Hogwarts, Hogwarts without students is really cold and scary. There are not many people in the school of Nuoda University, and the silence is a bit scary.Bella just knocked on the door of the principal's office, and then it opened, obviously the people inside were already waiting for her.

It is said that Albus Dumbledore, as the headmaster, rarely leaves school no matter whether it is winter vacation or summer vacation.Bella took a look at the headmaster's attire, and she felt that this rumor seemed to be true.He was still wearing pajamas during the day, not to mention messy hair, but he was still wearing a nightcap.Merlin, it's already eleven o'clock in the morning, did he just get out of bed right now?

"Good morning, Miss Black."

"...It's already eleven o'clock, Mr. Headmaster." Bella said this, Albus didn't mind the noye, and he yawned, "Sleep is a very beautiful thing, usually when I sleep During the holidays, I spend my time sleeping."

These were two polite words, Bella sat on the chair opposite the principal, stopped talking, and said straight to the point, "Sir, I think you have already read my application."

After she finished speaking, Albus took out a stack of letters from one side of the drawer, and said cheerfully, "At this time of year, I worry about finding the position of professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. There are many applicants, but none One that reassures me. Miss Black, I thought you'd be happier choosing the Dark Arts, if there was one, of course."

"Unfortunately not." She was not afraid of Albus's temptation, she liked black magic, everyone knew it. "Forgive me, but the first thing you need to do to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts well is to understand black arts. Even in front of you, I still say this."

"Hehe, you are very courageous, Miss Black, you are indeed Greenwald's personal disciple." Bella was silent for three seconds, and then returned it unceremoniously.

"Thank you for your praise. The teacher often mentioned you to me, saying that your black magic talent is also unique."

Albus took out the application letter belonging to Bella from the thick letter, his face was as usual, as if Bella had never said this before, he was very natural, skipping the topic just now without admitting or denying , and without guilt.

"Ah, I found it, I have indeed read it." The old man raised his head and put the application letter aside, looked at Bella with blue eyes, and asked with a smile, "Excuse me, why do you think I will hire someone who just What about a student who left school to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, not to mention that this student is still so keen on black arts, of course I don’t deny that you do have such abilities.”

He could offer her the job, but he had to be persuaded.Bella thought, then decided to convince Dumbledore with one sentence.

"I'll accompany Sylvia."

There was about a second of silence, then Albus reached out to shake Bella's hand, and said cheerfully, "You can call me Albus, Bella, I hope you don't teach your students too much about the Dark Arts, after all not all of them Someone as gifted with the dark arts as you are."

"Okay, Albus."