[Zhongyingmei] My dad is Voldy

"Thanks." Anita took the Swoosh-Boom fireworks secretly handed to her by the Weasley twins, and carefully hid them in her pocket.

"You're welcome." Fred winked at Anita. "Have fun."

"Yeah," said George cheerfully, "don't forget to tell us about the swish-boom effect."

"Of course. I think you guys will like what I'm going to do next." Anita blinked mischievously.

George and Fred exchanged an excited look, raised their hands and fist-bumped Anita.

After George and Fred left, Draco stepped forward and asked, "What are you going to do?" Draco had an ominous premonition that Anita's destructive power was already very strong. In the case of the Sly twins, the destructive power has simply increased exponentially.

"I bought a little prop from George and Fred," Anita said with a laugh.

Draco's eyes darkened, "Please tell me that you want to tease a classmate." Draco said with a glimmer of hope.

"Temporary confidentiality." Anita said, but how could Draco, who knew her very well, not see that Anita wanted to mess up again?

"Come on, let's go to lunch, I'm going to starve to death without breakfast." Anita dragged Draco to the auditorium, "Don't worry, I'm sensible."

"When did you not say that?" Draco muttered.

"What did you say?" Anita asked.

"Nothing," Draco said, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Not yet. I have planned everything, but I don't rule out the possibility that you will be blamed together afterwards." Anita smiled slyly.

Well, he had already thought of this.Draco shook his head with a helpless smile, "My honor, Your Royal Highness."

In the afternoon, Anita and Draco were surprised to see Hermione, Harry and Ron in the Muggle Studies classroom. "Why are you here? I remember you didn't take the Muggle Studies class?" Anita asked , she pulled Draco to sit in the row in front of them.

"Ask Hermione, Harry and I don't want to come at all." Ron slumped on the table listlessly. "To be honest, I'd rather go to the library and do my homework."

"I didn't force you to come." Hermione glared at Ron, then turned to Anita and said, "I'm worried, so come and have a look."

"What are you worried about? There are dark demons this semester..." Ron glanced at Anita, and changed his words, "Professor Riddle's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and the old bat...cough...Professor Snape's potion Lesson, believe me, Muggle Studies couldn't be more harmless."

"That's because you don't understand Xia...Professor Cumberbatch's lethality." Hermione had an expression of "I can't bear to look back on the past".

"By the way, have you taken Defense Against the Dark Arts class? How do you feel?" Harry asked curiously.

"We don't have Defense Against the Dark Arts until Wednesday," said Hermione. "What did Professor Riddle teach? Do we need to prepare anything in advance?"

"My dad is definitely the best Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts." Anita said proudly.

The three of Harry rolled their eyes in unison.

"That's definitely a fair, impersonal assessment." Anita turned to Draco and asked, "Right, Draco?"

Draco nodded, "Indeed. If you don't believe me, you can ask your Hufflepuff classmates." Draco's expression suddenly became a little indescribable, "However, before class, you must have a good understanding of magic. Preparations for subversion..."

At this moment, Sherlock entered the classroom with a large pile of rolled up papers. The classroom immediately fell silent, and Anita and the others stopped talking.

Sherlock put the paper on the podium, and his gaze swept across the class, lingering on Anita's face longer than others.

"There were a lot more people than I expected," Sherlock said. "That's great. I like your enthusiasm for Muggle Studies."

enthusiasm?Anita turned her head to look at the other students in the classroom. There were only a few people in the classroom. Anita and her five students who had not taken this course accounted for half of the total number of students. The faces of the others were A bored expression, as if they were just here for credits.

"Okay, before the official class, let me see what you have learned before." Sherlock stepped off the podium, picked up the Muggle Studies textbook from a student's desk, and flipped through it. Sneering.

"It's full of shit, as I expected," said Sherlock. "Put your books away, you don't need them. In fact, if I were you, I'd throw the rubbish away."

"Fortunately, I made preparations in advance. I need a few volunteers to hang these paintings." Sherlock pointed to the pile of papers on the podium.

The students in the classroom looked uninterested, and Anita looked at Sherlock gloatingly, but Harry and Hermione volunteered to help Sherlock hang up the picture.

The students turned their heads to look at the paintings on the wall. Anita could see that these paintings were pictures of weapons and wars, but some children from wizarding families couldn't figure it out at all.

"What we're going to talk about this term is Modern Muggle Warfare," Sherlock said.

"But, Professor Cumberbatch." Hermione said, "The main purpose of the Muggle Studies class is to let young wizards understand the social form and lifestyle of Muggles, and to teach us how to treat and treat Muggles correctly. There is a proper way to communicate with Muggles. Isn't it appropriate to teach weapons and warfare to fourth-year students? I suggest starting with Muggle basics."

"On the contrary," said Sherlock. "I think that if you only have a limited amount of time to learn about a species, it's best to start with their force values. This can avoid a lot of stupid conflicts."

"Now..." Sherlock looked at the drowsy students below, showing a sly smile.

Suddenly, there was a loud "bang", Anita and Draco subconsciously cast an armor protection charm on themselves, and several deserted students screamed and almost fell off their seats.

Sherlock held up the gun in front of his body and showed it to everyone, "Now, let's start with the most commonly used weapon for Muggles—the gun."

The little wizards looked at the hole in the door in shock, and finally began to listen carefully.

Draco waited anxiously for Anita to do something, he guessed that Anita probably wanted to mess with Professor Cumberbatch's class.After all, Professor Cumberbatch and her father had an unpleasant quarrel on the train, and with Anita's degree of paternal control, the possibility of a small revenge for her father is extremely high.But until the end of get out of class, Anita didn't make any movements, but listened very attentively to the class.

But later, Draco was also obsessed with the various weapons Sherlock talked about, and he didn't have the heart to think about what Anita was going to do.As a boy, Draco was of course also very interested in weapons and war.

"Will you come next time?" Draco asked Anita after class.

Anita is not very interested in weapons, but seeing Draco's shining eyes, she still replied, "Of course. If you like it, you can take Muggle Studies as an elective, and you are allowed to change courses within the first week." .”

"Well, then should I give up the Ancient Runes class, or the Protection of Fantastic Beasts class?..."

On the other side, Tom found Erin in the old place.It was on the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest, where the dense trees just opened up a small piece of grass, and the sunlight slanted in.This is where Tom and Irene liked to stay when they were studying at Hogwarts. It was quiet, away from the hustle and bustle of Hogwarts, but not too deep into the dangerous Forbidden Forest.

Erin was lying flat on the grass, covering her eyes with one arm, not knowing what she was thinking.

Tom lay down beside Irene, looking up at the sky with his eyes squinted.

Irene didn't respond. I don't know if she didn't notice Tom's arrival or didn't want to talk to Tom.

"I'm sorry." After a moment of silence, the two said at the same time.

Eileen put her hands down and turned to look at Tom, who turned back just in time.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

"I'm sorry," Tom said. "I'm sorry that I left you alone to go through so many things that disgusted you. But now you are not alone, and whatever you decide to do, I will support you."

"I'm sorry, too," Erin said. "I'm sorry I was so capricious. I know the best option right now is to pretend that nothing happened. We're happy and everything is fine. I have you and Anita , this is exactly what I dreamed of. I gave up the bottom line, and dealt with those perverted villains in those weird worlds, for this. But call me hypocritical, call me Madonna disease, my In the back of my mind, there will always be a little voice that pops up at the happiest moment of my life to remind me that it was all stolen, that I took the life of another completely innocent woman."

"I understand." Tom kissed Irene's forehead, "Let's solve this problem together."

"Thank you." Irene said, "I want you to know that Sherlock is never the special one, but you are the special one. Because of you, I dare to be so self-willed."

"Hey, it's my mission and honor to solve any problems for you, myqueen, mylove, mylife. (My queen, my love, my life.)" Tom said, his tone seemed to be joking, but his eyes were Very solemn.

Eileen chuckled and kissed Tom on the lips.

After a few indescribable hours, Irene rested her head on Tom's arm, looked at the darkening sky, and said softly, "I asked the system, my time travel is divided into two situations, the first is like my second It’s the same as when I traveled to this world once, my character didn’t exist originally, it was the system—or the main god, the waste of the system can’t do anything—created that body, when I finished the task and left this world At that time, that body will be destroyed. The second is like this time, I occupy someone else's body, the original owner's soul will sleep in this body, when I leave..."

Tom covered Erin's mouth, "You won't leave, I won't allow it."

Irene kissed Tom's palm before pulling Tom's hand away, "I'm sorry, my fault. I mean, if I change my body, the soul of the original owner will wake up, and she will get a modified memory. If there is no accident, live according to the original track."

Tom stroked Irene's hair contentedly, "We can try to use the Philosopher's Stone to reshape your body, but how to extract your soul without damage still needs to be studied, the system should be able to do this, right? "

"Don't mention the waste of the system." Irene said angrily, "It said that unless I complete the task and leave this world, it has no right to withdraw my soul."

"Well, I can study the production method of Horcruxes, which should give us some ideas... But now, we can't live up to such a good moonlight..."