[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

There is no ulterior purpose or despicable selfishness, he just feels sorry for those Muggles who are oppressed and are about to die, so he can't help but want to help them.He is guilty, but I beseech you, don't send him to Secumshin Gaol, where he will die in ill health. "

For these pleadings and pleadings, Riddle's face showed neither pretentious sympathy nor high-ranking indifference. He looked at Detrich plainly, his eyes focused all the time.Although Detrich knew that this was an illusion, he was still grateful and ashamed because of his seemingly serious attitude.

Riddle said in a soft and cold tone: "There is a saying in Muggles, 'In a thousand pounds of law, there is not an ounce of benevolence', maybe Mr. Wagner's heart is pure, but his behavior violated the law , the law cannot turn a criminal act into a pure one. Mr. Mueller, do you want me to trample on a law that I personally participated in making?"

Despair covered Detrich's face with ashes, and Dürer next to him couldn't bear it any longer, and blurted out: "But when a person is both a legislator and a judge, and also has the right to execute, then you exist Isn’t that in itself a violation of the law?”

"Dürer!" cried Detrich in panic.

He saw Riddle's eyes flick to the side, and then he realized that the two guards were slowly lowering the wands aimed at Dürer, with fierce and cruel expressions. It was obvious that Dürer's offensive words to their superior inspired them to go deep into the bone marrow. Their owner's habit of protecting their masters, and their masters only use their eyes to control their desire to eat.

"You're right," Riedel turned to Dürer, and said calmly, "Law is a tool made by the powerful to maintain social order. As for what kind of order is to be maintained, and what means should be used to use it?" The tools are naturally decided by the strong."

He looked at Dürer and smiled softly, "Farmers sow and harvest according to the weather, but they have never heard that it should be sunny, warm and cloudy according to farmers' needs, do you think so? Another Mr. Wagner."

Riddle didn't pretend to be aggressive, but Dürer was suppressed by his aura and blushed, and said stammeringly, "You...so...Grindelwald is your lesson..."

"Every saint imprisoned in Sekum Xixing Prison was captured by myself," Riddle changed his posture, resting his arms on the armrest, resting his fingers on his chin leisurely, "If one day I also go in Now, it’s a pleasure to chat with Grindelwald about successes and failures.”

Dürer could no longer speak a word. Detrich saw the emerald green ring on Riedel's left ring finger, and for some reason a thought flashed through him: He seemed to have worn this ring ten years ago.

Shaking away this inexplicable thought, Detrich made up his mind in his heart, and said in a solemn tone: "Mr. Riddle, I also brought you an important news this time."

"I'm listening." Riddle let go of Dürer, who looked like a trampled stray cat, and turned back to Detrich.

"Our minister, Mr. Palmer, seems to have a close connection with the Ministry of Magic in the Soviet Union recently."

"Uncle Detrich!" Dürer looked at his always loyal and silent elder in shock.

Riddle raised his eyebrows with interest, and his eyes glanced sideways again. Two guards raised their wands knowingly, one cast a silence spell on Dürer, and the other levitated him out of the office.

Before the huge oak door closed, Dürer heard the man who looked more like a king than any tyrant he had ever seen with a smile, and said softly: "Mr. Muller, I hope what you are about to tell me is worth my delay from work .”

88. Raiders No.80 eight-step truth revealed

Abraxas counted the time outside the oak door, and for almost half an hour, Detrich walked out of the office with somewhat weak steps.

Seeing that his face was pale, sweat was dripping from his forehead, and he was covering his chest with one hand, and there was still a trace of pain on his face, Abraxas immediately put away the previous hostility, and walked forward with a little concern, asking if he needed help.

"No need," Detrich straightened his back, unwilling to show weakness, "where's my companion?"

"Walburga took him down for tea, you can find him in the Auror's office downstairs—" Seeing Detrich's shocked expression in satisfaction, Abraxas explained slowly, "Don't worry , we are not that lunatic Peretus, we will not do anything to him without Mr. Minister's signal."

After a pause, he looked at Detrich and smiled meaningfully, "Oh, by the way, there is no one else here, we can call Mr. Minister—my lord."

Pursing his lower lip, Detrich repeated softly, "My lord..."

After finishing speaking, it seemed that some heavy burden had been put down. Detrich relaxed a little, and nodded to Abraxas, "I'm going to find that child Dürer, I hope he won't cause you any trouble. I hope We'll see you next time, Abraxas."

"This opportunity will definitely not come too late, Detrich." Abraxas said kindly.

When he was the only one left in the corridor, Abraxas put away his frivolous smile, looked serious, turned around and tapped on the oak door twice.

"Come in."

With permission, Abraxas pushed open the door and walked into the office. He saw his boss, who was also his master, turned the chair [-] degrees, leaned on the back of the chair facing the desk sideways, and acted like Looking thoughtfully at the false snow scene outside the window, the hands folded on his belly unconsciously twiddled the emerald green ring.

Those who have followed this lord for many years know that this is a small action when he is lost in thought—Abraxas sometimes even wonders if he knows that his thoughts are too unpredictable and will make his subordinates panic, so he deliberately leaked it. An inconsequential little idiocy to show affinity.

However, hobbies are irrelevant, the ring that looks very ordinary to Abraxas' critical eyes should be very important to adults.

Nobody wears something unimportant next to their body for 20 years.

"Where's Perister?" Riddle finally finished his contemplation, turned his chair and looked at his silent subordinate.

"I don't know, my lord." Abraxas put on the shoes for him without hesitation. "After you called him to stop, he left unhappy."

Riddle nodded noncommittally, and Abraxas didn't dare to provoke any more, and instead asked, "My lord, why did you mark Detrich so quickly? Don't you need to observe again?"

"I've been observing him for many years," Riddle seemed to remember it all of a sudden, "I asked Yardley to do it, and he did a good job this time."

It turns out that what happened to Wagner was no accident!

Abraxas suddenly realized that it was Yardley who was secretly contributing to the flames.Just to subdue Detrich?What do adults want to do with him?

He was unconvinced as he thought about it, but he couldn't help admitting that Yardley always got some secret missions because he just had the ability to make all missions secret.

"Dong dong."

There was a knock on the half-open door, and a capable woman with thin-rimmed glasses and short hair came in holding a stack of documents and said, "My lord, why haven't you got off work today?"

"Dear Madam Deputy Minister, you didn't hear the movement in the corridor just now?" Abraxas asked in surprise.

"There are too many things to deal with before the holiday, and I will pretend I didn't hear it." She divided the documents into three stacks according to the label, put them on the desk one by one, and said solemnly, "My lord, these red papers You can take a look at the header file, and everything else has been taken care of.”

"Thanks for your hard work, Josephine." Riddle encouraged at the right time, and then asked, "What time is it?"

Abraxas hurriedly took out his pocket watch, "06:30."

The closing time of the Ministry of Magic is six o'clock. Under normal circumstances, Riddle will leave work on time-this is also a point that has won the favor of the Ministry of Magic staff.

No one doesn't like a boss who leaves on time.

Sure enough, Riddle got up to change his coat, and Abraxas hurried up to get him a scarf, hat, and gloves—this was always the secretary's job, but the secretary's son fell ill, and Riddle sensibly gave her an early leave.

"Sheryl will be very relieved to see this scene," Josephine pushed the glasses on her nose, "she must be very worried at home that the adults will not be properly taken care of."

Abraxas pretended not to hear the slight sarcasm in his words—this stuffy woman who was not at all French was as annoying as Walburga.

Riddle didn't care about all kinds of small thoughts among his subordinates, and nodded to the two of them, "You guys also get off work, and I wish you a Merry Christmas in advance."

The two hurriedly put their hands on their hearts, bowed their heads respectfully, only heard a soft "pop", and when they looked up again, Riddle had already disappeared into the office.

It was just that there was one person missing, and the office seemed to suddenly become empty, and Abraxas' tensed shoulders suddenly relaxed.

Looking at the empty office chair, he couldn't help turning his head and asking, "Are you not at all curious about where your lord goes every night?"

Corresponding to his unpredictable temperament, Riddle's whereabouts have always been a mystery.He had a public residence, a grand estate befitting his status, where he often received guests, held meetings, and hosted banquets, but he never lived there, even if he stayed late.As for where he will rest after leaving the manor, no one knows.

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