[Comprehensive] I have ancestral shit shoveling skills

Gloomy, gray, cold.

This year's winter in the magic world has come quickly, and the unstable magic factor seems to have affected the weather. Some remote counties have started to snow in mid-October.The strong wind and blizzard whizzed past in the wilderness, and the magic tide washed away all magic-sensitive creatures like a tsunami. There was a hazy scene everywhere, and even the strongest dragon would not take the risk of leaving the lair at such a time Challenge the authority of the cold.

Fires were lit in every fireplace in Malfoy Manor, the plush rugs nearly drowned people's feet, and the ancient ornaments on the shelves were wiped spotlessly. In this environment, you were comfortably sunk in the sofa and drowsy. It is a treat for the discerning guest.

After having dinner with the Death Eaters, the Dark Lord left the hall and went to the study, while those faithful believers who claimed to be devoted to the greatest cause went to the side hall for a little rest.It was rare that the Dark Lord didn't summon any of his subordinates, whether it was Lucius Malfoy, who was recovering his favor recently, or Alexis, who had already been punished many times for failing to handle affairs but was still pretentious, they all had to stay aside honestly. "Like a granny" is roasting by the fire, cheering up to face the turbulent undercurrent between each other.

The tongue of fire licked the copper-gray furnace wall, and there were endless arguments and arguments in a corner of the room, until a voice exploded——

"I still can't believe that the master put us all on standby, just because some old guy sided with Dumbledore, and we were going to beg for mercy from the Order of the Phoenix? The master never revealed to us the plans of those demons, and all his knowledge of the status quo The answer is to send a child to carry out an assassination, and don't any of us deserve the honor?"

Lucius Malfoy added quietly: "That kid is my son."

Nott let out a strange laugh that seemed to be stuck in his throat, "Lucius, I almost thought that your golden brat wouldn't pee his pants in front of Dumbledore. Of course, our little Mr. Malfoy still Have the guts to curse a Mudblood or poison the Savior's dog. Oh yeah, I almost forgot, he's been on the verge of being the Savior's dog lately."

There were giggles in the room.

Lucius Malfoy's wand slipped from his sleeve to his hand. Bellatrix Lestrange was scratching the lines on her wand with her fingernails. When she heard this, she couldn't help but Also stopped.

But Nott didn't notice this at all, he was talking, complaining, and cursing passionately, as if a real, living Dumbledore was standing in front of him and defying him with those blue eyes.After using countless dirty words that cannot be heard, he concluded: "We can't let the master just bet everything on the illusory legends, we must—"

There was a loud bang and a red light that ended his speech, and he lay on his back, covering his mouth in pain.

Bellatrix flicked her wand lightly, watching Nott writhe on the ground with glee, tearing the plush carpet out of shape.

"I'll teach you to be good, Nott," she smiled coldly, "the Dark Lord's orders are not allowed to be questioned."

"But we're losing the war." Akris stared at his fellow grounder, then at her.

"Losing? You are so stupid." Bellatrix stood up from her chair, "On the contrary, once the master's plan succeeds, not to mention the magic kingdom, the whole world will fall, and black magic is about to usher in its most glorious moment .”

"I hope that day will come soon, I'm tired of the self-importance of those demons." Her husband declared.

Words of disapproval murmured in Yarkris' throat, but the magical animal trade he was in charge of had also been at an impasse lately.The Dark Lord relies on the transactions between the wizarding world and the Muggle world to make a fortune. Only a few elite Death Eaters know about this, otherwise it may shake his status as a "blood theory".Alex's supply of Galleons was dwindling, and he knew the punishment for those who failed the Dark Lord, so he knew what decision he had to make.

The Death Eater had to remove a thorn in his ass.

"It's always the Scamanders," he murmured wearily. "It's always them."

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Phoebe did not return to the Hall of Justice.

She found a remote corner and called Casidio.

The windbreaker angel still looked dazed, and the scars on his skin had disappeared, as if he had healed himself after leaving the suppression of magic in the Hall of Justice.

"I'm still not sure if I should call you sister," Cassidio began.

"I heard him in the hall when you stopped me," Phoebe said, taking a step forward, and the angel stepped back. "He's calling for me, he wants to protect me, he calls himself Father. But you said that is dangerous."

"I...I don't know," Casidio finally said, "Glory may blow up human beings and burn their souls, but you're still here, unscathed, even like us. As strong as... stronger than us.

"I can see their souls."

"It's an angelic skill, and it takes years of learning."

"Since I was very young, I have been told that I am special. I can understand the emotions of all living beings, and through learning, I can even understand their language. When I have glory, I can even hear angels Our communication, the howling of hell, and this: the call of God." Phoebe touched the magic factors in the air, and they stirred round and round, "It wasn't long ago that I was going to figure out how It happened, but now I've changed my mind."

"meaning is?"

"If I have power, no matter where it comes from, I can protect what I want to protect." She let the magic flow in her palm, and the silvery white light reflected in her eyes, "I like their plan, Ka Sidio, block the entire channel to draw power from God, and then slaughter all the guys who harm mankind, such as fallen angels, demons, four knights, and Lucifer."

"You are incapable of..."

"Angels have been away from human beings for too long, Cassidio, the human beings you saw before 2000 are still worshiping the gods, and after 2000, there are heroes' footprints on every land in this world. God walks through the world, Technology has reached its pinnacle, and magic, alien knowledge, and bloodline mutations have allowed more flesh and blood to forge immortality."

"Heavenly Father is stronger than them, He just doesn't respond to our calls." Cassidio turned away from her gaze.

"That's because human beings have always been his favorite creation." Phoebe pierced his disguise coldly. "In the past, he was not sure whether his favorite had the power to survive and develop, so he let angels guard the human world, Teach humans knowledge. Later he found that humans no longer need the protection and guidance of angels, although some of humans may have learned other powers, but a father will never beat his children to death because they learn new things outside Bar."

She was expecting the reaction that the angel might give, but what she didn't expect was that after a while, Cassidio's lips curled.The angel actually showed a rare smile. "Phoebe, my sister, now you sound like you are supporting Lucifer's argument. Don't forget that Satan fell to heaven because he hates humans."

Phoebe made a face. "It just proves that you angels are not good at handling family relationships. Dads always love their little sons, and they don't even understand that."

"I gradually understand why he likes humans."

"Because he made you 'perfect,' but there is no perfection in the world, Cass, not even the Father himself. And humans, humans are flawed when they are created, but they always try to be Better yourself." She raised the corners of her lips, "Okay, let me speculate pessimistically: Lucifer's seal must be broken. Why don't we start thinking about how to get rid of this number one human anti-element? After all, he has a criminal record of killing his own brothers."

When it came to the topic, the windbreaker angel frowned. "But what I said before is a fact recognized by the angels. Only one archangel can kill another archangel with the blade of an archangel, and the archangels only need to snap their fingers to kill low-level angels."

"You told me not long ago that only four archangels in the world have seen God." Phoebe thought for a while before saying, "But I saw him too, just for a moment, but very real, very clear."

"You think you can kill the Archangel." Cassidio stated flatly.

"He made me feel like I could," Phoebe replied, "and if I'm wrong . . . then I pay for it."

Cassidio looked at her, nodded after a long time, and said, "You are stronger than when we met last time."

Because maybe Grindelwald was right, Phoebe thought to herself.

Anger protects no one, fear protects no one, and even love does not always protect anyone.

Only power can.

The author has something to say: Thank you S□□eTheUnicorn little angel for mine!

In fact, I think Star Wars Anakin Skywalker is right, "Love can't save you, Padmé, only my power can." But the premise is that the power is used correctly. _(:з」∠)_ instead of a hundred ways to start doing your best.

Most of BE's CPs start to die endlessly after one party has power, or die endlessly in order to have power.

Fortunately, God, the old man prefers to go to the Pacific Ocean