[Comprehensive Anglo-American] Angel Kiss

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This news faded within a few days in the world of ordinary people. After all, the autopsy report clearly stated that this person was not harmed at all. An old British case came out to prove his innocence:

In the Riddle Manor in Little Hangleton, England, such a thing once happened.The three members of the Riddle family were also in this state when they were discovered one morning. They were not harmed by poison/drugs, sharp weapons, pistols/guns, etc. Except for being dead, everything was healthy.

In order to prove their innocence, the police who did not hesitate to review the records of similar cases across continents did not know that they had inadvertently touched the edge of another world.

There is a public autopsy report that can be consulted—the incident in the Riddle Manor is very similar to this case, even if the police can forge the report, can the old case decades ago be forged—and this person is The crime first, coupled with the inexplicable tightening of public opinion on this matter, combined with other things to change the subject, this matter was revealed in such a thunderous and rainy way, except for those who cared to secretly verify the legend, Except that "Ellinson's background is very powerful", no one can remember this incident a few months later, and even set off a frenzy of research on supernatural forces across the United States.

After all, this is an era of information explosion. It is very difficult for people to do their own things well. Who has the time to decipher the bizarre death of a prisoner?

However, this incident has caused an uproar in the magic world, and there are signs of intensification.All week the headlines in American Magic newspapers were about it, and the US Department of Magic had enough trouble dealing with letters from the angry populace, such as "Why Dark Wizards Are In Our Lands" and "This Dark wizards can attack Muggles today, and they may attack us tomorrow, what does the Ministry of Magic do for nothing?" Such yelling letters broke out in their offices every day.

After the U.S. Minister of Magic learned about this incident, he was furious and shot the case. He almost regarded it as a unilateral provocation by the British Death Eaters. In the end, it was his deputy who told him about it. After the cause and effect, I calmed down, but after thinking about it carefully, I still felt something was wrong:

"Even if it is to seek justice for the victim, then this is too much. What if Muggles are involved?"

"It's not that you don't know the style of their British dark wizards." His assistant sighed sadly:

"If the first-generation Dark Lord was a strict German at any rate, so apart from retaining rationality in combat and other aspects, the second-generation Dark Lord in Britain now has no normal appearance at all—except for his face. So it's no surprise that his daughter inherited all his bad qualities."

"We have to find a way to deport this Miss Riddle, but the words must not be too violent, and must be dealt with gently."

"But think about it in another way..." The Minister of Magic wavered from side to side: "If it were me, I wouldn't be able to help but teach him a lesson, but I definitely wouldn't use the Death Curse."

"Please allow me to remind you that when you say 'I can't help but do it', you are already on the verge of breaking the law." The assistant reminded him: "There are clear regulations on this in the Muggle Protection Act. "

The minister was a little unbelievable: "Even if they do it first?"

"Yes, no."

"That's really frustrating." The Minister of Magic of the United States sighed, feeling that this matter is really unprecedentedly difficult:

"Send notice to the British Ministry of Magic to ask their Senior Undersecretary to come and bring his daughter back in person."

The assistant felt that there was something wrong with his ears: "What are you talking about? Are you sure? How should we communicate? This is across continents and oceans. If you use paper airplanes, you may not even be able to enter their gates, and most owls are also powerless." To bear such a long-distance trip, if you use the Floo network to send a message...Merlin, I always have a premonition that our correspondent will be called back from some furnace in the next second."

"Well said." The Minister of Magic of the United States felt that he should withdraw the cooperation with the Muggle government as soon as possible, and see who they let in under their pass, first a Dark Lord, and the Dark Lord's daughter, What did the person in charge of the review eat to grow up, and their brains are all filled with paste?

"I'll go and inform them myself."

"We must let them know that we are the United States Ministry of Magic, not the British Ministry of Magic that specializes in wiping their asses for cross-border wizards. Merlin, please don't cause trouble for us!"

Delphine Riddle inherited all the bad qualities of her father: the excessive pursuit of pure blood, the disregard for Muggle life, and the characteristics of her mother: cruelty and extreme cruelty.In this dark age, if she goes to Hogwarts to study, she will definitely be sorted into Slytherin, and then under the influence of the general environment, she will become a third generation who gathers all the negative "specialties" of her parents Dark Lord.

But when it comes to this, I have to mention that Lord Voldemort doesn't care about her daughter.It wasn't until Bellatrix came to remind him that he remembered that he had a daughter, and he completely forgot about Delphi as soon as he got busy, and Bellatrix obeyed Lord Voldemort again, he Simply forgetting about Delphi, Bellatrix decided to put her daughter in Malfoy Manor and not let her out.

Therefore, Delphine grew up secretly in Malfoy Manor for most of her childhood and adolescence. Under the teachings of the portraits and the influence of Narcissa, a qualified mother, she did not grow up like her parents anyway. Man, what a treat.

It can be said that these two completely incompetent parents have contributed a lot to the fact that she has not gone astray at the moment.

But Lord Voldemort was reminded by the Minister of Magic of the United States, and he completely remembered that not only did he have a daughter, but this daughter seemed to be quite old, so he entrusted the task of "taking Delphi back to England" to Bellat Ricks, by the way, succinctly knocked her a few words:

"How do you say she is her mother? Occasionally, she has to perform the duty of discipline."

Bellatrix has always obeyed Lord Voldemort's words, and she will do ten points for every point he tells her. Hearing what he said so meaningfully, she immediately said in surprise:

"Master, don't worry, I will definitely discipline her well!"

Just as Bellatrix was gearing up for the United States, Vivienne and Delphi were returning from the courthouse.Because the sudden and unexplained death of the photographer in prison was so strange, Vivian had to cooperate with the police to collect evidence again and again, and even stopped social and work.

Pressing her temples, she murmured drowsily, "I'm so tired."

Delphi sat in the back seat with her, reached out and pressed her forehead thoughtfully.Compared with Vivian's hand temperature which is always a little lower than normal, her hands are always cold, slender and pale to the point where people will be amazed at first sight and then creepy. She began to lure Vivian:

"Look, what am I talking about? If you continue to work in this line of work, you will encounter trouble. You might as well terminate the contract quickly and do what you want and like. I can arrange the best team to coordinate the termination of the contract for you. , Guaranteed not to let Fei Ding worry."

To a certain extent, Delphi is similar to her father. They still can't believe that this is a legitimate industry, and they have been trying to lead her to another way.It's just that Lord Voldemort wanted her to study hard, and Delphi was more considerate of Vivian, letting her do what she liked.

Vivienne leaned on Delphi, wrapped her arms around her waist naturally, and praised her: "But this is what I really like...By the way, you really look like my sister."

Delphi has never felt the atmosphere of getting along with ordinary people in a normal family, and all her rare positive emotions have been given to Vivienne, so she froze when she was praised so suddenly, and her heart was filled with thousands of words Wanyu, but when he expressed it, there was only one short word: "... oh."

"So cold." Vivienne rubbed her body again: "Sit still and don't move, I'll lean in for a while. I don't know why I always feel a headache recently."

Delphi not only sat up straight, but also leaned slightly to lower the height of her shoulders so that Vivienne could lean more comfortably.Just when the two were leaning on each other, a sharp voice suddenly came in, interrupting all the warm atmosphere between them:

"Delphi, you have to go back with me—!"

A woman quietly appeared on the hood of their car.As if she had no weight and could not feel the gust of wind brought by the fast speed, she roared at Delphi with that penetrating voice:

"Why are you hanging out with Muggles?! You're tarnishing your father's name!"

Vivienne looked at the black-haired woman who suddenly appeared, and found that the clothes on her body were very strange. If I insisted on being polite, it would be a tattered black sack. A person exudes a certain abnormal fanaticism from the inside out: "Who are you, what do you want?"

When she was talking, she quietly pressed the alarm in her handbag. As long as she turned on the alarm, she could make a very high-pitched, sharp sound, but the sound didn't come out at all, and the woman let out a long , a series of creepy "giggle" laughter, the decibels are as good as the alarm she has on hand:

"Oh my god, look at our poor little baby." She didn't know what she did, she broke the front glass of the car window easily, and smashed the earth-shattering to Vivienne with that baby-like sweet tone. Level messages down:

"She doesn't even know that her memory has been tampered with, she's so pitiful!"