HP told my dad to hit you after school

Voldemort felt that something was wrong with his education.

Really.

Although Yisha's report card shows that she is still the first in the grade, it is only limited to this.

This kid actually spent all the rest of his time boiling potions and doing school work.

She has never been to the first section of the library!

Voldemort, a genius wizard who can tamper with other people's memories in the sixth grade, was very disappointed.

He began to reflect on whether it was a mistake to let Isa write the school case.

Obviously, for his talented child, it is not the right path to follow the rules and work hard on the content of the textbooks taught at Hogwarts.

She should learn deeper and more powerful magic.

(Isha: I know how to film.)

Voldemort fell into deep thought.

He decided to use this Christmas vacation to give Isha special training.

Taught by him himself.

Isa couldn't believe her dad had burned all of her school files.

"These step-by-step things will kill your talent." Voldemort led her to a separate empty room in the manor, and showed her the books that filled one wall. "You need to learn more advanced and subtle magic now."

"Have you ever wondered what your future will be like?"

Yisha didn't hesitate, and blurted out: "Become a master."

Voldemort raised one eyebrow slightly.

"I want to have power and fame." Isa looked at Voldemort seriously and said, "Although I am not as tall as you, Dad, I want to follow in your footsteps as much as possible and become a powerful person that people look up to."

Voldemort was very, very satisfied.

"Then do you have a detailed plan?" Voldemort asked softly.

"The first thing is to become a leader at Hogwarts and get O's in all the big exams." Isa said, "Then... Then I don't know. Because the current situation is constantly changing, Dad, you are engaged in the European Magical Community In my opinion, it is a variable, originally I wanted to enter the Ministry of Magic, but the stage in the UK is too small, I am not willing to spend my whole life with only tens of thousands of people in the UK.”

Isa has big eyesight.Very big.

In the previous life, only one school's students could line up thousands of people. However, there are too few wizards in England, so few that almost every family knows each other.She probably will never see such a grand occasion with hundreds of thousands of curses under one Weibo.

However, after witnessing the scene of raising her arms and applauding thousands of people, how could she be willing to be a spectator in the small English magic world?

Once a person has broadened his horizons, it is difficult to bend down in a small situation.

"The lightest one, why don't you want to leave a name in history?" Isa grinned at Voldemort.

"You want to be famous in history?" Voldemort finally couldn't hold back his smile, "How easy it is."

"I'll give you a quick way," said Voldemort, "assassinate Dumbledore in public, guaranteed headlines for a year."

Isa thought about it seriously.

Voldemort gave her a chestnut.

"Want to leave a mark in history?" Voldemort woke her up, "Then you must always have the power to leave traces!"

"As long as you are strong enough, it's not that you beg history to leave your name, but history begs you to leave enough deeds for future generations to remember!"

Voldemort was shining in Isa's eyes at this moment.

#Fuck, this secondary illness is so handsome#

Isha spent the whole holiday practicing magic.

dark magic.

She didn't have any resistance to black magic, and practiced according to her father's teaching content very naturally and happily.

Voldemort taught her how to make others hallucinate, how to choke the throat, how to use the wand to spray black mist to trap the opponent, how to quickly bind the opponent...

Her training object is Voldemort.She practiced quick dodges, precise aiming, and whispered incantations.She can't use the silent spell yet.

After practicing every day, she is sore all over.She was bruised and bruised from the beatings and the inability to dodge and be hit.Her father would only let Wenger, the house-elf, give her a medicinal bubble bath.

By Christmas Eve, Isa had been practicing intensively for half a month.

Isa felt that she was already a useless fool.

She asked for a vacation.

"I can't hold it anymore." Isa said confidently while having breakfast, "My physical condition does not allow me to practice actual combat anymore."

Voldemort cast a sombre glance at her from the newspaper: "Unless disabled, continue training."

"I'm here, Auntie." Isa said, "Wenger can testify that she changed the sheets for me."

Voldemort tensed up suddenly.

"You don't have an aunt." He put down the newspaper, "Where is that woman who claims to be your aunt?!"

Isa: …………?

"I mean Auntie..." she tried to explain.

"You don't have a mother, I bred you from my own flesh and blood." Voldemort obviously thought she was being lied to, "Don't believe anything that woman says! How did she contact you? Did she say anything to the outside world?" ?!"

Isa: "...I said I had menstruation..."

Voldemort: ……………………

Isa: Why is it so difficult to be tactful?

Voldemort: Why do you call this Aunt...

Isa, who got a week's vacation, was still asked by Voldemort to finish reading his book list.

#You don’t know what my aunt blames me for#

Snape eventually received a Christmas present from Isa.

It is a box of magical mysterious food from the East.

She called it—

Spicy strips.

"Guarantee Lorenz wants to eat again after eating a pack, and this is an addiction that cannot be quit."

Snape frowned, and tentatively opened the package.

He will regret it for sure.

After her body recovered, Voldemort was finally going to teach her the ultimate ultimate move.

"These three spells are called the Unforgivable Curses by the trash from the Ministry of Magic." He and Isa sat facing each other, with three little green snakes curled up on the ground.

Of course Isha knew all three spells.

"The Imperius Curse, the Bones Curse and Avada." Isa replied.

Voldemort nodded slightly, and pointed at the three little snakes with his wand: "Try it."

Yisha chanted the Imperius Curse first with a blank face: "Break the soul!" Under her control, the little green snake circled its body into an M shape.

"What else?" Voldemort looked up at her.

Isa's hand holding the wand trembled slightly.

She really didn't want to say the two spells.

These two spells can touch her moral bottom line.

But her father was watching her.

This is the vote to become Voldemort's daughter.

Inevitable nomination certificate.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Voldemort picked up the little green snake with the snake letter crooked at the corner of his mouth, and turned his head to stare at Isa with hatred: "You can't even kill a snake!"

Yisha looked at him innocently: "I'm only 12."

"I will kill rabbits at the age of 8!" Voldemort said bitterly.

In this regard, Isa is no better than her father, who is naturally high-functioning and anti-social. She admitted disheartenedly: "It's hot on me."

Voldemort thought about it, and thought it would be great if she could use the Imperius Curse at the age of 12, and she was not required to kill people at school. Dumbledore also liked her very much and would not let her get into trouble, let her learn it so early. Vada didn't help either.

"Forget it." Voldemort sighed.

"Yes, yes, yes." Yisha felt that she had escaped, and echoed dog-leggedly: "You don't have to use Avada to kill people. A little spicy chicken like Qingshui Ruquan can drown people, and Shenfeng Wuying can do it." Cut the main artery, transform the enemy into chickens and throw them into the snake's nest, and spells like the levitation spell, which were learned in the first grade, can float people to the window and throw them down."

Voldemort hadn't been this surprised in a long time.

"Killing requires imagination. Don't you have to have the Unforgivable Curse to do bad things." Yisha concluded.

Voldemort felt that Isa could fulfill his dream of becoming the Dark Lord for him.

Her imagination is too rich, her methods are too cruel =_=

As expected of his daughter!

A high-functioning anti-social person is like him in every way!

"I almost succeeded in the sneak attack in the end." Isa said to Snape angrily, "I was cornered in the end, so I tore his robe to pieces, and passed out again. Who knew he still had a shirt inside ! I was subdued by him."

Snape listened absently.

"But my father said that I did a good job, because ordinary wizards basically only wear one robe, and I can succeed if I change it." Isa held her chin, "I didn't expect to be able to defeat my father. The whole Britain also has Dumbledore able to fight against him. I am already very satisfied with this result."

Snape nodded wildly.

"..." Yisha saw that something was wrong, "You are out of your wits today."

"Don't talk in class." Snape waved his hand like a fly. "Five points from Slytherin."

Isa gently moved her nose and smelled something: "Spicy sticks? Hey, why does it smell like spicy sticks? Are you drinking the love potion again?"

"Nonsense, I just ate some spicy sticks. At least try your Christmas present, don't make the little troll sad." Snape's eyes were blank.Isa could see that he used brain defense, and he was just guilty.

"How much did you eat?" Isa asked inquiringly, "I told Lorenz it was a lie. It was all given to you. It doesn't matter if you eat it all."

Snape breathed a sigh of relief.

"...You won't really eat it all!?"

Snape tensed: "What you give me is what I eat, and you care how much I eat?"

"?!" Isa was shocked, "You ate a box of spicy sticks in just a week!? How much do you love to eat spicy sticks? You can't eat spicy sticks!"

Snape retorted in shame: "There is something wrong with that box of spicy sticks! You actually put poison in the spicy sticks! I tell you that it is illegal to put poppies in snacks!"

Yisha: "I didn't put anything! I managed to get a box of Latiao from Kaina, and I sent it to you without opening the package! It's obvious that you fell in love with Latiao!"

"Keep your voice down!" Narcissa raised her head from her arms dissatisfied, "If you don't sleep, others will sleep!"

History of Magic class is communal catch-up sleep time.All the students choose to stay up the night before History of Magic because they have a whole class to catch up on sleep the next day.

Isa consciously whispered.

"Do you care what I like to eat?" Snape bowed his head to sleep after finishing speaking.Seeing that he was pretending to sleep, Isa couldn't help laughing.

The professor was led into a ditch by her!

The professor fell in love with spicy strips!

"She is very popular in Slytherin, especially in the lower grades." Lorenz concluded blankly, "There are a large number of hidden suitors. She is reticent to outsiders, and she is happy with her friends. Word of mouth is very good."

"That is to say, this little girl is quite powerful in Hogwarts?" Fassbinder asked through the double-sided mirror.

"Yes." Lorenz admitted, "and apart from the Gryffindor students who have a consistent prejudice against Slytherin, the other students have a general impression of her as [kind] and [excellent]."

Fassbinder pondered for a while.

"This half semester, I want you to let the whole school think that you are sincere to her, and you will never do anything against her." Fassbender said, "Try to be her friend. If not, then acquaintances are fine too." .”

"Remember." Fassbender's expression was gloomy, "A love potion is absolutely not allowed."

Isa, who no longer wrote school cases, caused a small sensation.

"My dad burned all the school cases." Yisha whispered to Narcissa, "He said that I was stupid in doing school cases."

Narcissa was dumbfounded: "But us children from other families are still suffering from school cases!"

"You don't have to do it." Yisha suggested, "It's all textbook knowledge, and you can learn a lot by studying hard."

"Who previewed three times before class like you?!" Narcissa wailed in pain.

Isa hurriedly said, "Shhh—we're in the library, take it easy."

Seeing that Narcissa was still full of complaints, she had no choice but to "close her ears and listen".

"I read the newspaper a few days ago, saying that Durmstrang also started using "The Case of Voldemort." Narcissa comforted her a little when she thought that foreign friends would also suffer the same suffering as her.

"And Beauxbaton." Isa added.

Narcissa felt that it was not so difficult for her to use the school case.

"Your grades have been better recently." Narcissa recalled Isha's performance in class.

"My dad specially trained me on my practical level." Isa scratched her head, "The devil's training works very well."

Narcissa said "Oh": "That's why you turned your bed into a sheep in the dormitory yesterday?"

Isa refuses to mention black history again.

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