HP told my dad to hit you after school

Chapter 35. Breaking

Isa thought it was very clever of her to pick such a time with Snape!

In July, the European Union of Magic Congress will be held in London.As the minister of the host country, Voldemort has been busy with the preparations for the meeting recently.

He didn't have time to find out Isha's relationship problems. In fact, he had forgotten to give the pocket money for two months.Every time Isa found out that she was short of money, she reminded him with a fork book to urge money.

In addition to the venue layout, the ten-year president will be re-elected this year.

Our Minister Fu is full of ambition.This year's popular candidates are only Voldemort, Fassbender and France's Gesla.The only competitor in Voldemort's eyes is Fassbinder.

"He is a guy who can't even handle the socialist wizards in East Germany, how can he compare with me!" He said to Isa in the Chachabook, "I heard that those Eastern European wizards now believe that they can scare people with sickles and hammers. Get off the vampires! Ha! Ha! Ha!"

Isa: =_,= Oh, you have a lot of opinions on socialism!

Minister Volt's early reforms within the Ministry of Magic have begun to bear fruit.The newly added Propaganda Department was ridiculed by newspaper editorials as a tasteless department at first, but they shut up after using memory tapes to make two movies and TV series.

Isa thinks that the gang who made pens was beaten by the wife at home.

The Witcher movies and TV series have a relatively short shooting cycle because there are no editing and special effects, or even a camera.When shooting, you only need to let the director memorize the content of the actors' performances. After shooting, take out the memory and simply modify and spell it to reproduce it in mass production.Some places that require special effects only need to be imagined by the director, and the corresponding scenes will appear in memory.

After the summer vacation, Isa thought that she could happily watch the newly filmed movies and TV series, and go out with Snape to make appointments to press the road or something, but Voldemort detained her at home.

"You'll have to learn some foreign languages," said Voldemort.

Isa's eyes widened: "I have even learned seven or eight eight eights of Latin in order to cast a spell! Why do I need to learn a foreign language!"

Voldemort said seriously: "I heard that Fassbinder's nephew will also go to the meeting that day. He can speak French, English, German, Russian, and Italian. You will be inferior to him."

Isa's heart is broken.

Lorenz you dog! ! !

Hidden secrets, you! ! !

It's okay to learn a foreign language blindly! ! !

Mommy didn't expect to meet other people's children in this life, she thought she was already super powerful and super genius!

So she was forced to learn French and German for half a month. When chatting with Snape, the language used was disordered, forcing Snape to look up the dictionary, because he thought Isa said something in code words. Unworthy things, such as confession or something.

It turned out that Isa just used French grammar mixed with German words to scold Lorenz.

Snape (disappointed): Oh.

The night before the OMA conference, Isa heard her father recite his speech after being elected.

Wearing her pajamas and pulling on her slippers, she gently pushed open the door of her father's bedroom.

Voldemort looked back at her from the French window.

When Isa was a child, she often visited after Voldemort went out, mainly to roll around happily on her father's big bed twice.Sometimes I accidentally crush Nagini who is sleeping under the quilt.

Voldemort's bedroom faces south, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the mountains and a bathroom with a large pool for bathing.

Isa occasionally came to take a bath in her pajamas, and Voldemort was not ashamed to come in and out to brush his teeth and get things. Once he saw her blowing bubbles, he made her a rubber duck to play with.

"Come to take a bath? Did you ask Wenger to boil water for you?" Voldemort looked down at the manuscript.

"No, I've washed it, I'm here to chat with you."

Voldemort looked up, and turned, too, toward her.

Isa saw Voldemort's face clearly.At the moment, his physical condition is not very good. This is the embarrassment caused by staying up late to check the venue and the process.

But there was a light on his face.He is excited, excited that his career is about to reach a new height.

He is about to prove his worth.He will become the master at the top of the European pyramid. Although it is only the leader of a nominal institution, this is already a supreme honor.

Isa approached Voldemort and took his hand: "Let's sleep together tonight, look at your current appearance, you will have to use powder to cover your dark circles tomorrow, so how can you scare the audience of fans? ?”

Voldemort didn't hold back.He obediently put down the manuscript, took off his coat, lifted the quilt and got into bed with Isa.

"Finally slept in the same bed with daddy hehehehehe!" Yisha hugged a big soft pillow and rubbed it, "Dad, are you so excited that you can't sleep tonight? I couldn't sleep at night!"

Voldemort was a little awkward, but he pretended not to care about another soft thing under the bed, and said masculinely: "Insomnia is because of thinking too much. The president is already in my pocket. What am I worried about!"

Isa knew he would pretend.But she didn't point it out, and nodded: "That's right! My father will definitely be able to crush Fassbender's soul!"

Voldemort tucked a soft pillow behind Isa's back to make her more comfortable, and then he hesitated.

...Does a kid this age still listen to bedtime stories?

Isa lifted the quilt, slapped Voldemort, and yawned, "Dad, what time do you usually go to bed at night?"

"It's late at night, the time is uncertain."

"No, you have to go to bed early. Going to bed early is good for your health..." She curled up under the quilt, showing half of her face, and told him, "I want to train Nagini to urge you to go to bed early."

Voldemort rubbed Isa's long hair amusedly: "The wizard's physical fitness is very good, even if I don't sleep for three days and three nights, it's fine—"

"Father, you have tried without closing your eyes for three days and three nights!? How can this be possible! It hurts your health! No wonder your eyes are red!" She widened her eyes.

Red-eyed big cat father: ...My daughter cares about me, but why is it that I am moved and a little annoyed.

"Go to sleep, you are still growing, you must sleep more." He stretched out his hand and gently covered Isha's eyes, "Good night, Isa."

"Good night, okay, Dad."

She slept curled up in a ball, her hands clasped loosely around her face.Voldemort stroked her long black hair with a tenderness that he didn't know how to describe.

Orphanages do not allow children to grow long hair for fear of lice.Every time they take in a little girl with long hair, they are very happy, because the cut long hair can be sold.

Voldemort, who was only a small Tom back then, would run to take a first look every time a newcomer came, in order to have a look at the long-haired girl who only existed in the book.

The girls in the book are all cute and kind, and they all have long hair.His favorite story is Rapunzel, who not only has long blond hair, but also has the power to defeat witches.

Little Tom felt that he was also a child trapped in a high tower. He once dreamed that he had grown hair that filled the whole room, and then the Duke of Windsor came and announced that he was a noble prince living outside. .....

He has been lying by the window to observe other people's families, and he has also thought about why he grew up in an orphanage.Maybe his unseen dad is somewhere in the world and will come to him one day, he may be a sailor, so he hasn't had time to pick him up on land...

If he is taken back by his father, he will not want anything.He can give up chocolate, drink milk every month, and even take a bath once a week.

All he wants is a roomful of books and a little fluffy rabbit that he can touch while reading.

Although all his fantasies did not come true.The world kissed him badly, and he decided to make the world cry blind.But he had a chance to fulfill the wish of little Tom who was waiting by the window.

Fourteen years ago, he picked up a naked baby from the magic circle, and almost lost his arm and threw her down.Because of massive blood loss, there were still stars in front of his eyes, and his limbs were weak, but when he saw this child who opened his eyes slightly and looked at him with pure black eyes, all other thoughts disappeared, and he just wanted to stretch out an index finger , scratching her little palm.

He scratched, and she grinned, revealing her toothless pink gums, and her chubby hand gently wrapped his index finger around.

He hated babies the most, because they cried loudly regardless of time and place.He never cried as a child, and neither did she.When she woke up, she would open her eyes and look around, especially looking for his figure.At the sight of him, she writhed and rolled over, then threw herself into a giggle.

Her arrival awakened the cropped little Tom.Every step of her growth reminded him clearly of that gray orphanage and little Tom's colorful fantasies.

Little Tom's wish came true, in Isa, little Tom's child.

Isa has long black hair and grew up like a cute and intelligent princess in a fairy tale.

She has a room full of books, and can read all day without worry, while petting the fluffy kitten.

She takes a bath every day, eats chocolate and drinks milk every day, and has clothes that cannot be changed in several cabinets.

She has many good friends of the same age, and the eldest son of the Black family, who he is most worried about bullying her, is also very close to her.

The little Tom lying by the window has always believed that he is a special child, maybe a descendant of a noble family.

If Voldemort could return to that orphanage, he would pat that waiting little Tom, rub his prickly head, and tell him:

You have a distinguished background, but that doesn't make you special.

You can't wait for your father to pick you up, but you will wait for your professor to pick you up.He will tell you why you are different.

You're a wizard, boy, and that's your world.

What makes you unique is not your appearance, origin or snake language, but your unparalleled strength and intelligence.

Nobody has the ability to set you apart, not even Salazar Slytherin.

It's you who make the difference, boy, and only you can make it to the top.

You'll also bring others to greatness, the Rapunzel you've always wanted to meet.do you know?I found a brunette Rapunzel.She is exactly the same as you, but she has been very happy since she was a child, and she is as smart and cute as you imagined.It was you who gave her a life of abundance, and you who gave life to Rapunzel.

Don't be sad, little Tom.Your future is destined to be legendary, and now, you just have to wait for a brown-bearded weirdo to knock on your door.

Voldemort slept soundly this time, and when he woke up in the morning and saw Isa, Nagini and Ronaldo, who had slipped in in the middle of the night, sleeping together in the pose of a free fighter, he almost laughed out loud.

He tucks the tip of Nagini's tail into Isa's collar, and she wakes up thumping.

They get busy early in the morning.Choose your clothes, have your appearance done by a professional beautician, and then desperately memorize the list of attendees and their bios.

"Italian Minister of Magic and representatives of young Italian wizards..." Isa flipped through the meeting manual while waiting for her father to get his pomade, "Oh, this Latin guy is so handsome!"

Voldemort glared at her in the mirror.

"Anyway, we will definitely meet at the meeting." Isha, the representative of the British young wizards, said contentedly.

Voldemort decided to temporarily change the seating chart and send all the male youth representatives to the corner!

However, Voldemort still did not change the seat.

The opening ceremony took place on time at the venue in London.When he was giving a speech on the stage, the camera flashlights of the reporters under the stage flickered, and he saw Isa and a young man with a Slavic appearance in the spotlight whispering a few words from time to time, which made him speak a lot faster.

When he stepped off the stage, he almost forgot to say hello to the next Dumbledore who was going up to give a speech. It wasn't until he felt something hot in his eyes that he realized that Dumbledore, who was dressed like a medieval court astrologer, had swayed to him. , the audience roared with applause like a tsunami.

"Good afternoon, Professor." He smiled and shook Dumbledore's hand, but Dumbledore insisted on a hug, so they hugged and Dumbledore sneezed.

"You wax too much," whispered Dumbledore to him before the microphone came closer. "Did you know that too much wax can lead to premature baldness?"

Voldemort gave the old Headmaster a savage look while his back was turned to the audience.Dumbledore smiled gently and resignedly, as if he tolerated him reading other books in Transfiguration class.

"Good day, gentlemen and ladies, I think you have all heard the wonderful speech of the last one, and the ladies here are especially excited, I understand, I understand, a bad old man like me does not have the incomparable charm of Tom ......"

Voldemort walked back to his seat, occasionally nodding to the old acquaintances present.Before sitting down, he took another look at the young Slavic man who had met Isa head-to-head, and saw that the slender, pale young man had a thick coat covering his knees, covering her skirt.

...is a girl.

He looks so handsome =_,=

He felt a little relieved, and sat down to listen carefully to the old headmaster advocating friendship and cooperation among wizards. Suddenly, the Irish Minister of Magic next door got up and changed positions with others, and Voldemort frowned.

Fassbinder sat down next to him.

"Nice to see you, Tom," he greeted.

"Me too, Eric." Voldemort smirked, glanced at Fassbender who also had a sleek back, and said to himself:

Hurry up and go bald, Hundan pretends to be a criminal!

Isa had a great time at the dinner party.She was about to fall in love with that handsome girl from the Soviet Union, this hairy girl Aniya with light hair and the style of a little fresh meat, spoke English with a strong accent.The life of wizards in their socialist countries is very difficult. Wizards live in groups and dare not show any signs of magic at all. They are eager to get help from wizards from other countries on the European continent.

"My dad has to work and grow corn." She looked at the corn kernels mixed with salad dressing on the dining table with a sad expression. "No one dares to use magic in front of Muggles because they will be reported. We don't have a magic school. The nearest Durmstrang doesn't take girls, Beauxbatons is too far away..."

"So I went to school with Muggles, all the way to university. There are a lot of wizards in Moscow, and a lot of interesting Muggles, and my classmates are all great, and we study physics, which is different from magic, but both are beautiful. We participate in I want to study satellites, and I want to send people into the sky. Muggles can do it, but wizards can't. I want wizards to do the same, to see the stars..."

So you successfully invented the prototype of the spacecraft powered by magic, girl!

Isha threw herself at her.

"I'm too stupid, I can't study physics well, but I like biology and natural history, psychology." Isa chatted with her, "I originally wanted to be a doctor, you know, not a pharmacist, not a healer, but a doctor." A common man's doctor who cuts people open. I want to find out how to cure cancer."

"But you are already great." Anya gave a thumbs up, "You know F=ma, and you know the first cosmic speed! I thought European wizards didn't even know what an atom was!"

"So I really like pragmatism and science! People are straight to the point, everything has the right answer! Come and let's have a drink Davarish!"

The two wizards clinked glasses and drank a glass of vodka.

"You seem to be on the mend, Tom," said Fassbinder sarcastically.

Two big backs hide on the terrace, blowing the evening wind in July, chatting like ten years ago.

"Don't call me Tom, you've been trying to irritate me like this lately, are you so stressed at work that you're going manic?"

"I only call you that when I'm unhappy," Fassbender glanced at him, "You don't seem to realize it yet."

Of course Voldemort noticed: "Of course you're not happy, because you're going to lose that bet. I'll be the winner."

"Not necessarily." Fassbender was silent for a moment, "You seem to be keen on becoming an educator. You have taught your daughter very well."

Voldemort raised his eyebrows slightly. Although he knew that his words had ulterior motives, he happily accepted the compliment: "Thank you, Isa has always been my pride."

Fassbinder has no more text.He looked at Voldemort in silence, with disappointment, with fanaticism, and with a last desperate attempt to make a last-ditch effort.

"We talked about it before, so many kings whose foundations were ruined by their children actually died of love." He stared into Voldemort's red eyes, and persuaded with the utmost sincerity he could show, "I don't know She was an accident or something, but she was as ambitious as you and me. I also know a lot of things you do in private. There is a muggle family in Lancashire, and one of your men tortured them. You kept it a secret, but as your closest person, she not only knows this, but also knows more about your secrets. Once she betrays, your career will be over. You can't keep her, no matter how innocent she is now What a delight. The cubs are cute when they're young, but when they're hungry, the first thing they eat is the keeper."

Voldemort thought Fassbinder was crazy.

He really never thought about what the betrayed Isha was like, he watched her grow up, she depended on him wholeheartedly, even fell asleep in his arms last night, such a soft one dare not even look at Najib A little thing that preys on live chickens, there will be a day when you will give birth to a heart of betrayal?

He is a skeptic, he doubts everything, even thought that if he is disfigured, the current group of fans who claim to love him forever will support another handsome guy tomorrow.

But Yisha has no reason to betray her?

He gave her everything, fame, wealth, circle of friends, including life.

Once she betrays, her life will be gone.

But she will never betray.

Isa is very ambitious. She even came to him tonight and told him she wanted to go to the moon.

But she will never betray.

Fassbinder, the person he once regarded as a close friend, the person who always wanted to train him to be a great man, the person who always thought of being his teacher, so that he led him, and finally achieved success by stepping on him A person of higher honor.Voldemort had tolerated his self-righteousness in his first attempts to seize the initiative, until today, when his finger-pointing finally stepped on his bottom line.

No one can question Voldemort's pursuit of immortality.

On June 1960, 6, Voldemort bled for the last time. This time, he dissolved a small piece of his soul in the blood and poured it all into the fragile flesh in the magic circle, finally getting the most perfect guarantee of his eternal life.

And Fassbender said he couldn't keep her?

"You know nothing." Voldemort said to him coldly, "You know nothing. Don't let me hear your vicious provocations against my child again, so that we can remain friends."

Fassbinder looked him up and down as if he didn't know him.

"That Tom Riddle who said he didn't believe in love died in Neuschwanstein Castle?" His tone was dangerous, "You are refusing the most valuable advice! You are looking for your own death! You are, you are actively demanding to break with me! "

Voldemort found it particularly ridiculous.

"Then let's break up." He said lightly.

Fassbinder watched him turn and re-enter the dinner party.

"I could have single-handedly made you the ruler of Europe," he said sadly, "but I made a second-rate product. It seems I can only destroy you."

Voldemort didn't look back.

"You can try it."

You know nothing.

Tom, Tom, you're the one who doesn't know anything.

Fassbender observed Tom almost paranoidly, peeping at Tom, the most perfect work of art.

His feelings for Tom could even be called crazy.

What, what a perfect candidate, what a beautiful gem!

As long as he is meticulously polished, this ambitious, talented, and cold-hearted man will be the next King Solomon!

Flawless King!

But his jade in the rough will be destroyed, destroyed by insignificant insects and ants.He couldn't stand it, God, he couldn't stand it! ! !

He couldn't stand a work of art ruined by a blemish!

He couldn't stand him teaching a person who ruined his fortune on a little girl!

No, no, the problem is not with the little girl.The little girl was in no danger, she was a solid-eyed cutie, and if she had been from another family he would have liked her very much.

But Voldemort shouldn't experience the taboo drug called "love" because of her.

Love is a crack.You thought it was just a small opening, but the whole dam collapsed because of it!

If he loves his daughter today, he will love his cronies, subordinates, friends, and people tomorrow!

When it comes time to sacrifice, love becomes weakness!

He will hesitate!How terrible to hesitate!

Fassbinder doesn't allow it.

He made him with his own hands, and then destroyed him with his own hands.

Although, very sorry.

At the closing ceremony, Voldemort was elected secretary-general of the European Union of Magic Conference.

The author has something to say:

Our school sports meeting last Saturday.Our school is very interesting. It is a fully closed boarding system, and it pays special attention to the enrollment rate. It is a typical key high school.But our principal is a kind person, a kind person with feelings, and under his care, we have super interesting activities every year.

There are art festivals and technology festivals every year, which are the kind with a lot of projects, such as English dramas (every class has to perform, I played the magic mirror that year), throwing eggs from the 4th floor to see who can make the best The installation keeps it intact, the science fiction competition (I participated in it last year, but I didn’t win any prizes), photography... There are also special activities for each grade, the thunderstorm performance in the first year of high school (every class has to perform, and I have one Bai Huhu round face went to play Zhou Fanyi hhhhh the acting is super cool! I am an acting school!), sophomore psychological drama (I am the director, screenwriter and male lead, playing a grumpy gangster, in the handsome male deskmate Wang Zhongji I decided to study hard under the influence. I also assigned myself a muscular and handsome younger brother, with a classy appearance, a black and athletic man, but I set him up as a sissy, and his name was Xiaomei. In short, all kinds of Funny baggage and weird plots. The performance was super sensational on the day of the performance, the students liked it very much but the judges and teachers hated it =m=).

The sports meeting has a theme every year, and every three years, the opening ceremony of the sports meeting will be performed every year. 16 people in each class will perform for 40 seconds, showing their own characteristics.

The first year is the region, like Jiangsu, Shanghai, Beijing, Tibet... This kind, each class of the three grades has to draw lots, and we won Guangdong in the first year of high school, so more than a dozen people went to perform Cantonese opera "Purple" "The Story of the Hairpin".I was a small bunting in the middle and spun for 40 seconds hhhhh

The second year is class culture, anyway, it is to show the characteristics of the class, which is basically equivalent to dancing casually.

This year is the best of all three themes, Ethnics.Our class is lucky, Miao.So our class played with the Miao wedding customs, the groom snatched the marriage and then paid homage.Our groom is classmate Xiaomei, and the bride is the most handsome boy in the class. We call him Rarity.Rarity has an angelic appearance and a wild heart, and a simple sentence can turn into three dirty words.

So we bought Rarity a bright red dress and a long straight black wig, and we got a jolt when he put it on (beautiful!).

On the day of the sports meeting, in front of the good principal and more than 1000 people in the school, we let the muscular boy Xiaomei and the princess pick up the shy Rarity, and rushed to the four parents who pretended to be parents.

GJ!