Grandpa Guang Weizheng[Comprehensive]

Steve's hands were folded on his chest, and the smiling face made people feel no trace of warmth or kindness, and even a hint of sarcasm.

Yes, sarcasm.

This was Damian's most intuitive feeling at the time.

As an excellent fighter, he relied heavily on his first feelings, and Damian was a little confused when this information was fed back to his brain.He thought about it carefully for a while, and felt that he really didn't do anything to make Captain America, who was subdued, open his mocking face.Well, even if it's true that he hadn't called the file before, that was...wait.

He froze for a moment, and then he straightened up his somewhat bowed waist for no apparent reason.

"Long time no see, Mr. Steve." He adjusted his expression, the smile on his face was more than one grade of sincerity, and his tone was respectful and polite: "I heard that you were injured before, are you all right now?"

——Yes, there is no need to explain this kind of thing to Steve, and this inexplicably confrontational attitude must be adjusted immediately.This person is one of the targets that must be attacked, and it is even very likely to be the decisive game!

Immediately adjusted his mentality, and after silently saying "Facing him is better than facing that bastard in the red barrel" three times, he felt much better in his heart.

"Yeah, something happened before, thanks to Lily, it's fine now." Steve noticed the change in Damian's mood, and he immediately changed his attitude, at least the sarcasm was no longer easy to see.

The file standing on the side feels a bit inexplicable.These two people seem to have entered a strange mode since they met just now, and now they are acting like this, as if they are playing the game, and they are going to and fro, it is really confusing Did I miss a dozen chapters and missed some key things?

Looking at the two men chatting awkwardly with their arms around each other, she raised her eyebrows after a few seconds: "I said, is there something wrong with you two?"

If it is said that the file was a bit inexplicably guilty when it was discovered before, it is probably a bit like a scumbag who was met by his parents holding hands with his girlfriend on the road and threw away his girlfriend's hand for a second, and the file also had a longing to move to the left. The urge to step away from Damian.But before she could do it, Steve's gratuitous rage was directed at...Damian?

Although he didn't understand why, the file suddenly felt at ease.

She even watched the two people sing with great interest, and found it very interesting.

She pointed to her head, and said in a sly tone, "Did you two hit your head when you came here?"

"That's not true, but there is one thing I want to remind you about Ms. Rogers." Steve stretched out a finger and hit the head of the file so hard that the file hugged her head when it hit her Squat down.Steve didn't even look at the lump curled up on the ground, and continued to say kindly: "Before I received a report that you forced a Ministry of Magic member... who looked obviously older than 30 years old to the wall. I did something dangerous, although I didn't believe it, but just now I decided to remind you about such issues."

He took a quick glance and took a step back consciously, but he still couldn't stop the fire from continuing to burn Damian on himself: "Look, I don't have the spirit of responsibility to face the blast with you at this time, could it be that you Is it your choice? I was worried about the stampede due to too many people, and I kept watching the rally from the back door of the Hogwarts hall. If I read correctly, he should have planned to do something rude to you, right? Although At the last moment, the awakening of conscience did not make a move, but it is obvious that this idea has already occurred, right?"

File, covered her head and raised her head, physical tears overflowed her eyes, and the flickering of tears made her eyes look less fierce: "So?"

"You still dare to ask me why?" Steve looked unbelievable, he stretched out his hand for the second time, maybe he didn't develop the habit of pointing at others casually now, Steve still hesitated even at this time. He opened his hands, signaling the file to turn his attention to Damian's direction: "You want to let those who plot against you—"

The rest can't be said.

The file that was squatting on the ground just now was like a fired mortar, its legs bounced off the ground violently, and it hit Steve's chin hard with the top of his head.Immediately afterwards, the severe pain caused by the impact quickly knocked down the two people, and the file shrank back once covering its head, and this time it shrank even tighter.And Steve, because of the violent impact just now, staggered and backed up, and didn't stop until he reached the opposite wall of the corridor. He clutched his chin, and put his hands back on the dislocated part violently. At this time, there were also physiological tears.

Damian, who watched all this, didn't know how to express his mood at the moment other than being stunned.

"What are you doing?" Steve said, rubbing his chin.

"...It's what you want to do." The voice of the file was still choked with meaning, she leaned on the wall, and handed the other hand to Damian to signal him to help herself to stand up.Responding to the call, Damian firmly held the arm of the file against Steve's stern gaze, as if he had returned to the mode of the housekeeper for a day.The file stood up and wiped his eyes with his sleeve.Without tears as a buffer, his eyes were full of fierceness: "You suddenly shot at me! How dare you hit me on the head! If you don't give a reasonable explanation today, the two of us will never finish today!"

She declared war aggressively, making a fierce look, ready to pounce on Steve at any time.

But did I say that before, Steve already fully understands the behavior of the file, and fully understands how to deal with her.

In addition, Steve knew very well what had tortured the file group to exhaustion and emaciation in the past two days.

So he cleared his throat: "Do you need me to call Draco to teach you a lesson why we should respect the elderly and honor the elders?"

The file, which was aggressive just now, froze and then withered: "No, I can't..."

As she said that, she took off Damian's hand that was still holding her arm, and pushed him away by the way, as if expressing some attitude, fearing that the effect would not be good, she took two steps in Steve's direction.

"I remembered that Wanda and Pietro wanted me to go shopping in Hogsmeade with them. I'm sorry, you can play by yourself first, and I will come back to you in a moment." Patted Damian's shoulder, the file looked around After finishing speaking with fluttering eyes, he immediately followed Steve's footsteps: "I don't know what Malfoy looked like before, but it's really scary now—you are welcome to challenge Commissar Ma, Secretary Da Come on—anyway, I’ll go with Steve first, and I’ll come to you later.”

Damian: ...

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but finally closed it.Robin's pride made him not allow himself to make such a gesture as Erkang's hand, although he really wanted to keep the girl who was going away.

Ah, unexpectedly, one day he can feel this way too.

After seeing the parents on the road, they were thrown away by the person holding hands.

It turned out that this is how it feels.

Secretary Da re-entered the venue in a daze. Fang Accelerator and Lorna looked at the at a loss among the group of people and tried their best to hold back a smile. Can barely stand on the wall.Seeing Secretary Da walk in from the gate, the two of them wanted to say hello but couldn't make a sound, so they could only reluctantly nod to him.

After Dashu greeted them with a livid face, he stepped onto the podium again.

"Be quiet! Dear friends in the wizarding world."

Without the blessing of his loud voice, his voice was quickly drowned in the noisy crowd.

"Be quiet." He raised his voice an octave, but still no one paid any attention to him.So, Secretary Da, who had been on fire since before, took a deep breath.

"I said—" he slowly raised his hand: "Shut up!!!"

A heavy fist hit the poor table, and after a shock, this solid wooden table with a long history died like this. Only the debris and dust flying in the air and the scattered wooden blocks left on the ground can declare that it was once here walk by.People with extremely high force values ​​can reap the effects they want under any circumstances, or at least temporarily reap the effects they want, such as now.

The crowd was so silent that you could hear the quiet pin drop on the ground.Everyone's movements stopped at the last second, and everyone's eyes were focused on Damian. I don't know if it was an illusion. Just now, I wanted to see dark grass growing on him... No, it's not grass, it's murderous.

Crabbe raised his hand tremblingly: "Excuse me, what does Mr. Damian want to say?"

Patting his sleeve covered with sawdust and dust, Damian adjusted his expression, turning Robin's face interrogating the criminal into that of the revered Secretary Da.

"Friends." He smiled, "The false gods who put themselves above the people have been defeated. In order to commemorate our revolutionary cause, we have taken a landmark step. Why don't we go to Hogsmeade to celebrate Woolen cloth!"

After a few seconds of silence, the crowd erupted again!

No one wondered why a Muggle knew about Hogsmeade, or one or two doubtful voices quickly melted into the warm atmosphere.The crowd flocked Damian all the way to Hogsmeade, and only dispersed in twos and threes after receiving Damian's dismissal password.

Among the group, the last three were whispering incessantly.

Lorna: "I bet Damian got deflated at the file."

Accelerator: "Isn't it obvious, the displeasure is written all over his face."

Dead handle wooden hanger, pulling two people's arms with four fingers vigorously: "I want to get out of this horrible land now, I want to go home, quickly find me a file or I will put down the last finger! Listen No!"

The kid couldn't get used to the atmosphere and was on the verge of crying from the frightening way things were being done.

"Got it, I got it. Go find it yourself, the file should be here." Lorna looked impatient, and took off the dead hand: "Damian won't go after the target indiscriminately, you are here Just look for the file, and you'll find it—Laura, Laura! This way." She beckoned Laura who had just come out of the Honeydukes store, "Did you see the file just now?"

"The file? Emmm, it seems that I came with Steve before, after that..." She thought for a while: "Is it the three broomsticks?... What's wrong?" Laura suddenly turned around when she saw herself halfway through the sentence Siganmu ran away, a little stunned: "...What's wrong with that person...I said hello to Pietro before, and he said that the file seems to be going to New York and come back soon..."

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Sigang Muhang's motor nerves are not well developed, in other words he is not a player who can continue to fight.So when he ran all the way to the Three Broomsticks Bar with his own life, panting like a stranded fish, holding it on the door frame, clutching his painful stomach, and many strangers in the bar, he felt that nothing but I have no other thoughts other than wanting to cry and make a fuss.

He decadently ordered a cup of butter beer and sat near the door, intending to find trouble with Lorna and Accelerator later.However, within 3 minutes, before his abdominal pain dissipated, a masked man in a black robe sat in front of him.

"Hello, dear friend." The other party's voice was hoarse, and he seemed to be trying to show kindness to himself, but there was a sense of superiority in his tone: "You seem to need help?"

"Help? Of course!" Sigang Muhang was in a bad mood: "I just want to kill those two bastards who played me!"

"Oh, that sounds like a good idea." Condescendingly, the man in black stretched out his pale fingers like a giant spider: "I wonder if I have the honor to join you?"

There was a ring on the opponent's finger, and Sigang Muhang looked at the hand hanging in the air and frowned: "Are you sure you want to shake hands with me?"

"Of course, my friend." His voice sounded eager: "I can't wait."

... well, it's your choice.

Sigang Muhang stretched out his hand, and held his whole hand tightly with the other party: "Okay, then wait for you—"

- pat.

The stone on the ring collapsed and fell on the table.

Seeing this, Sigang Muhang was a little embarrassed: "Ah, my finger has grazed the stone. I confirmed it with you before, and you said you wanted to shake my hand."

Man in black: ...I hate it so much!

The author has something to say: Voldemort: So what is the point of me making seven Horcruxes? ? ?

Sigangmuhang: I don’t know, anyway, I didn’t see the use of it

Anyway, congratulations to Voldemort for finally leaving

Well, after all, I don’t have any tragic villains at all.

Except for really ugly ones such as Apocalypse Steppenwolf

There is also a clown who was exterminated by Voldemort and Avada