Grandpa Guang Weizheng[Comprehensive]

Voldemort, male, who had been resurrected for less than three months, had just suffered a humiliation that he had never experienced in two lifetimes.

First his pet, his Horcrux, Nagini, was brutally eaten by a gang of Muggles.Then he had just arrived at the crime scene, and before he had time to shoot Avada at those shameful culprits, he was smashed into the wall by something with terrifying force and lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, he had been rescued from the wall... no, he had already come down from the wall, and a bunch of instruments had been connected to his body by those vicious Muggles.The consciousness of Voldemort who had just woken up was not very clear, but he realized very clearly that he must leave here immediately!

Muggles can stale the air around them, making it difficult for noble wizards to breathe!

He didn't have a clear destination in his mind at the time. After apparating, the scenery in front of him gradually became clear. He found that he seemed to be in the corner of a certain corridor, and there were Muggles coming and going in front of him.Although he regained consciousness, he was shocked to find that he couldn't complete the standing action at all!He can't feel his legs!

Maybe it was too long to be backlogged by the wall, and now he felt the pain of tearing the skin all over his body.

For a long time as a nightmarish existence, Voldemort could even stop children from crying at night in the British wizarding world, but now he is in such a mess.Although he hadn't heard the old Chinese saying "a tiger falls in Pingyang and is bullied by a dog", but at this time the emotions in his heart were mixed, so Voldemort had to take a deep breath to calm his mood, so that the moisture in his eyes would not fall .

At times like this, he had Nagini by his side.

Oh and!Nagini!Poor Nagini!

Thinking of Nagini, who died before he was able to succeed in his mission, Voldemort finally couldn't help crying.

His soul was never whole again, and Nagini had just left him.

Voldemort was still wearing the black robes he had come in, too bulky for his thin, pale frame, dusty and torn in several places from spending too much time in the walls.The original high-end fabrics have also become disgraced at this time, and even look like a senior homeless man.Coupled with his obvious waist and leg disabilities, recalling the past with mixed feelings at this time, the appearance of covering his face and crying is really painful.

Come on.

The sentimental Voldemort trembled all over his body. Through the gap between his sleeves, he stared at the dime on the ground in front of him with his snake eyes, and the little Muggle standing in front of him. He didn't know what to do for a while. reaction.

"Although life is hard, don't cry so easily." The kid with a snotty nose licked the lollipop in his hand: "Although you are ugly and look scary, you must maintain confidence in life— My mother taught me."

He ran away after speaking.

Finally realizing what kind of insult he had just suffered, Voldemort was angry from his heart.His hand tremblingly stretched into his bosom to take out his wand, but because the trembling frequency was almost like that of a Parkinson's patient, he failed to grasp the wand after brushing his fingers several times.In the end, he could only use his other hand to pick up the coin on the ground and crawl as hard as he could in the direction the child left, holding the coin high in his hand: "Take it! How dare you insult me!"

Hoarse, exhausted, hoarse.

Heartbroken, broken heart.

Because his waist was broken, he couldn't move forward even a step. The wizard's body was already weak, and Voldemort felt that the cold was unbearable after lying on the ground for a while.

His sanity has returned a bit. Although he is temporarily disabled, he can still use magic, and he can also ask his Death Eaters to prepare potions for healing.

right!it's not finished yet!Wait, Muggles!Your time will end when the Dark Lord returns! ! !

Thinking of this, he became full of confidence again.He took out his wand, waved it and was about to Apparate, when he saw a burly man holding a shopping bag of groceries staring at him thoughtfully.As if waiting to watch the magic trick, he also took out an apple from the shopping bag and gnawed on it.

How can a mere Muggle be qualified to see magic?So Voldemort also held his breath, he didn't chant spells, he didn't apparate, he just held up a wand without doing anything.

Sol waited for a long time but did not find anything rare. His probing eyes suddenly became sharp, and then he became sympathetic as if he knew everything.

He slowly came to Voldemort's side, his tone full of sympathy: "It turns out that he is not only a cripple, but also has problems with his head."

After speaking, he put the cored apple he had eaten in front of Voldemort: "Here you are, you're welcome."

After finishing speaking, he strode forward and took out a small box and began to speak: "Hey mom, oh, I'm coming back soon, let me tell you that I just saw a fool playing with a small wooden stick in the underground passage..."

Voldemort couldn't bear it anymore and smashed the core of the apple in the direction Thor left.

When he moved to Malfoy Manor, Lucius, as a Death Eater, just wanted to express his respect to the Dark Lord, but he didn't know how to speak when he saw his dignity.

"What are you doing in a daze, prepare me a potion that can heal me." Voldemort gritted his teeth: "I want to destroy all Muggles."

"Of course, my master, you are supreme." He bowed gracefully and took a step back: "Then I'll go and brew a potion for you now, and I'll take my leave first."

When he exited the room and the door closed, Lucius turned around with a tense face and walked quickly.Facing his wife who came in a hurry, he looked into those worried eyes and shook her hand vigorously: "Don't worry about Narcissa, he didn't ask anything—leave everything to me."

"I see." Narcissa took a deep breath, rearranged her necklace and calmed down: "Then I'll go and hold him...tell Draco that I love him."

Lucius rushed into Draco's room, not daring to stomp his feet hard, so he pushed Draco twice, who was still sleeping, and after waking him up, he began to randomly stuff things into the box: "Listen son, now There's a big guy coming home, that's [the one], the Portkey to Gotham, USA will be activated in an hour, so I want you to wake up now, and leave before that one finds you at home—with If you have enough money, buy what you need there, and don’t come back this holiday.”

"But I don't know anyone there." Draco complained in a low voice while getting dressed, he couldn't help but look at his father who was busy like a spinning top, "Maybe I can-"

"No, you can't." After bringing a few changes of clothes, Lucius stuffed a large amount of Galleons into the suitcase, cast a spell on the suitcase that was about to explode, and locked it. He pulled up Draco who was fully dressed, and put The suitcase was stuffed into his hand: "Buy the things you need in the United States, and write to me if you have no money—take your owl, don't go through the main entrance, and you can find the door key by turning over the hill."

He took a long breath of relief, as if he wanted to let out all the worries and fears in his heart at this moment along with this breath.He gathered his coat and turned into that noble and arrogant Malfoy again. He looked at his son, who was panicking because of an unexpected situation, and solemnly put his hands on his On the shoulder: "Don't be afraid of Draco, just treat it as a hasty vacation, remember to take care of yourself, you can use magic spells when necessary, I'm here for everything."

Like a life-and-death farewell, he hugged Draco tightly: "You are Malfoy's pride Draco, so don't be afraid. Both your mother and I are proud of you."

Before Draco could tighten his arms, Lucius had pushed him away sternly.He opened the window of the room: "Go, Draco."

With his left hand he lifts his birdcage.With his right hand dragging the suitcase with difficulty, Draco's eyes were red, trying not to tremble in his voice: "Don't worry, Dad... you and Mom should also be careful, I'm in Gotham, everything will be fine."

After the file was stabbed horizontally by Captain America, it did not match the progress of the friends.Of course she could choose to move directly to Gotham, but... Anyway, for many reasons, the file finally decided to take the passenger ship bound for Gotham Pier.However, on the way forward, she accidentally saw an old friend.

Bucky is wearing a long-sleeved jacket, hat and sunglasses.He was staring at the direction of the file unabashedly, laughed when he was discovered, and waved the ticket in his hand to her.

The file was a little surprised: "Why are you, are you free to go out now? I mean now, um, is there no problem?"

"The problem is not that big. After all, the location of the trauma is special and difficult to repair." Bucky took off his sunglasses and played with them in his hand: "And recently, Professor X helped me correct some of the codes that were previously planted in my brain. And you're all gone, and I'm bored by myself."

After listening to what he said, the file circled his hands and put on a cold face: "So it's Professor X's favor? Tell him that I don't need it. Anyone in this world can continue to live without anyone. He is It’s not about imagining yourself as too important.”

"Don't say that, it's just reciprocation—I think I'm more important to you than the news of the resurrection." He spread his hands: "And I finally don't have to worry about whether I can meet with you again, now Is there nothing you want to do after finally seeing you?" He moved his arms: "Hurry up, I'm exhausted from raising my hands like this."

"...Well, you begged me to do this." She jumped up and hugged Bucky's neck, and turned around after being hooped.The file hugged Bucky tightly, like embracing a lost treasure: "I'm sorry, I hit you then."

"anything else."

The file stood on the ground again: "I miss you too."

Since Bucky also wanted to participate in this operation, the file briefly told him about the current situation.After introducing her teammates, she put her hands on the side of the boat: "I don't know where they are going to go now. They should have found Edward."

However, the people who should have found Edward were moving forward amidst the overwhelming exhaust fumes and deafening horns.

Polaris, impatient: "I said, is it so difficult to rebuild the ten-meter bridge? Why is it still blocked like this? When will it take so long to enter the city? I want to fly in first by myself—if there is a bridge before dark If I can’t enter the city, I simply won’t go in, and I’ll save myself from meeting the old bat, it’s annoying.”

Damian, coldly: "Because the explosives are too special, it took a lot of effort to avoid residues and clean them up. Now it can be repaired like this quickly. Besides, although Batman doesn't often go out during the day, it's not like he doesn't have no time during the day." A precedent for dispatch."

Laura, curious: "Why do you know so clearly?"

Damian: "...Because I often read newspapers."

Eggsy and Super Killer looked at each other, and they both saw the suspicion in each other's eyes.

Harry Potter, after hesitating for a long time: "...Everyone, I have a..."

"Wait! What do you see? What's on top of the bridge? It seems to be pointing at a ship in the distance." Wanda narrowed her eyes.

Pietro, probing: "Looks...like a..."

Damian took a look and covered his eyes: "Like a clown."

The author has something to say: Congratulations to the rebels who are about to be greeted by Ugly Lord while the Gotham Bridge is stuck in traffic

Clown: I'm going to blow up that passenger ship!

File: ...you say that again?

Privately set:

Although he is a pure-blood noble wizard, the Lucius couple does not want their son to become a Death Eater

The resurrection of Voldemort made a big move this time, and some Death Eaters died in the battle to conquer Hogwarts before.

They don't want their son to be a victim too

In this dungeon, I must write my eldest sister out!

I didn't write it out a few times before!

This time I must write it out!