HP told my dad to hit you after school

Voldemort had no idea that his daughter had put on a military overcoat and taken the last train to spend the night at her boyfriend's house in Manchester while he searched his office in a desperate state.

His office was in chaos, the bookshelves were crooked, medals were knocked off, photo frames were knocked down, documents were scattered all over the floor, there was a lot of blood on the carpet, and a small amount of snake fang venom was sprayed on it.

The corpse did not rest in peace, its eyes wide open in the middle of the documents, and the black blood flowing from the two holes on its neck had already solidified.

Before leaving, the deceased did not expect that there would be people on duty in the office on New Year's Day, so he decided to get rid of this small obstacle after being caught off guard—

Then he knocked off Ramos, who was coiled on the bookshelf, in the process of fighting, and the water master slapped on his shoulder.

Master Shui bites lightly.

Shui Ye is a viper.

When Voldemort arrived, Dolohov, who had just wrestled with the dead for a while, was still in shock.He has no fear of the opponent who keeps curses, and the spy who tries to ambush the minister deserves to die, but the viper that kills people with a single bite is even more terrifying.

Voldemort picked up Ramos, and Water Master was still licking his fangs.He hissed to appease Master Sui, and then Dolokhov.He enthusiastically praised the newcomer to the Death Eater's intelligence front, and sent him off to sleep, keeping his mouth shut about tonight's events.

Then he called Lucius and Richard Parkinson, his most trusted confidants in the Auror Division.

The three of them squatted down around the corpse, rummaging through the unidentified dead man.

Lucius turned to his face, flipping through the Ministry of Magic staff files.Parkinson, a seasoned Auror, watched the dead man's wand hand, turning it over and over again.

Voldemort mournfully cleared away the papers on the office floor.

"Found it, Lord," Lucius handed Voldemort a file with a photo on it, "it belongs to our Ministry, has no contact with foreign countries, has no criminal record, and has a clean family background - mixed blood."

Voldemort glanced at the file, the director of the Office of the Department of Magical Inventions and Patents, a 38-year-old mid-level official with a wife and children.

He clicked on the Patent Office for Magical Inventions: "Isn't this the overseas contact channel? Every year, foreign companies apply for the right to use patents, and he must handle them."

Suddenly, Lucius got up and was about to check the German patent approvals of the Patent Office in recent years. Voldemort stopped him:

"Before confirming his identity and purpose, don't conclude that he is Fassbinder's running dog. If he is not, it will waste our time."

"Lord," Parkinson undid the dead man's wristwatch, pointing to the tattoo covered by the strap, "a curvy F."

I knew it from Lucius' face: "Fassbender's initials."

Voldemort saw at a glance that this was not a simple tattoo - he happened to have studied this when he was young, and communicated information from the center to the branch through some kind of imprint.Voldemort held his yew wand against F, murmured to duplicate the tattoo, and stamped it on a financial approval form nearby.

The flower body F twisted and deformed on the paper, and Voldemort stretched out a trace of magic power to stimulate the pattern, and that trace of magic power adhered to the magic channel behind F, and followed the channel all the way to the center of the pattern connection——

"Snapped"

The magic is broken.

Voldemort breathed a sigh of relief.

"In Berlin." He breathed a sigh of relief when he found out that it was Fassbender, "Lucius, you go and inform the family of the deceased, and say that he was captured by German spies tonight, and the pension should be paid more. Let them jump out and talk nonsense."

"Parkinson," he gestured to the old Auror, "find out what he's looking for with me."

Lorenz knocks on Fassbinder's study door.The tall man in the hood opened the door silently, Lorenz gave him an uncomfortable look, and then found two other hooded men standing in the study.

"You looking for me?" Lorenz walked to Fassbinder's desk respectfully, not daring to sit down.

Fassbinder watched thoughtfully as the small fluorescent light on the 8 scale on the watch went out.

"Let me introduce you." He waved his hand casually, and the men in hoods surrounded him without making a sound. Lorenz felt a little creepy, "This is my nephew Thomas Lorenz, who is currently in sixth grade at Hogwarts. grade."

The hooded men carefully memorized Lorenz's face and the color of his wig.

"This is my Faceless Men," Fassbinder stretched out his hand, and swept his fingertips across the hoods, "silently completes all tasks and never asks questions."

Lorenz finally knew what his uncle had been training.

"You're in the bunker—"

"Shh." Fassbinder raised an index finger, "The first one: absolute silence."

Lorenz kept his mouth shut, but there were still many questions in his mind.

He's kind of...

"You can't successfully complete the tasks I give you every time," Fassbinder crossed his fingers, "I'm starting to get impatient, Thomas."

"Since my faceless man can complete the mission now, what is the value of you who have failed so many times?"

Fassbender was laughing, but his eyes were cold and piercing. Lorenz was pierced by his uncle's disappointment at that moment, and he was nailed to death on the high-back chair.

He opened his mouth slightly, like a stupid fish floating up in the lack of oxygen at the bottom.

"But, Thomas, after all, I watched you grow up, and the friendship for so many years is still there. How could I give up on you so easily?"

"You will receive my faceless training and education, and you will become No. 8 as a substitute," he pointed casually, and a hooded man came out of the three. "No. 4 will teach you. Until the end of the Christmas vacation."

"My layout at Hogwarts hasn't been completed yet, Thomas, you will be an important part." Fassbender's face showed no warmth at the moment, "You won't let me down again, will you?"

When Snape woke up, he clearly felt a large, breathing ball of hair on his chest, which was warm.

He tried not to disturb the sleeping Miaosha, and raised his hand to look at his watch: 7:23.

He got up late.

He slowly adjusted his posture and lifted the quilt.Feeling the cold air, Miaosha sniffled, whimpered and turned over, revealing her white belly.Snape couldn't help touching it.

Meowsha yawned big, narrowed her eyes reluctantly, and waved her paws into the air.

"7:[-], it's time to get up." He said hoarsely, his throat was a little stuck when he first got up.

Miaosha's eyes gradually widened, and without warning, she turned back into a human form.Isa, who was wearing a shirt and sweater last night and with disheveled hair, blushed: "Say it again! Please say it again!"

"Say it again, you just woke up not clear?" Snape frowned.

Yisha was so happy that she was about to die, clutching her chest and falling into the bed with an "ow" sound: "Professor Sexy Subwoofer wakes up with the ringtone! Even swearing sounds so good!!!"

Snape: ...He almost forgot that in this life, people in this world were fascinated by his voice-changing voice.

"So, can you always talk to me like this in the future?" She was full of expectations.

Snape got up angrily: "Okay, from now on, you will always say something like this with an idiot."

Bewildered by the "stupid guy" and lost his mind, he said, "Ah, ah, ah, it sounds so good!!!"

Snape began to reflect: after confirming the relationship, he basically never said harsh words to her, just in case he would scare her away.Why did he find out today that even if he scolded her, she was still so happy!

If this was a Gryffindor student, he would start blushing and glaring at him!

Where is the problem!

Silly: Voice!

Isa's waking up is not heavy, she just gets confused.She got off the ground, without slippers, and staggered towards the bathroom.Snape followed after making the quilt, and found her with her long hair tied up in a mess, turned on the tap, and then splashed cold water on her face to wash her face, grabbed the laundry soap and wiped it on her face.

Snape quickly took off the laundry soap: "This is not for washing your face!"

Yisha's face was wet, dripping water from the tip of her nose blankly: "Huh?"

Snape had to replace her toothbrush.Isa didn't have a cleanliness either, so she just used Snape's towel.Snape saw that she was almost done washing, so he picked up his toothbrush and prepared to brush his teeth.

After washing her face, Yisha was much more awake, and she leaned on the door frame to watch him brush his teeth.

"You see the end of the mark?" Snape asked inarticulately, foaming at the mouth.

Isa smiled: "Look at you brushing your teeth."

Snape rinsed his mouth and spit out the froth with a bah: "Are you voyeuristic?"

Isha thought that watching the professor wash and do personal hygiene is equivalent to watching her father comb and style his hair!

The most frequent appearance in HP's original novels is Snape's greasy face, even when he smiles, he still shows yellow teeth!

terrible!

I don't know what spurred Snape to pay attention to personal hygiene in his life!

Anyway, Isa thought, if Snape was still so sloppy, she wouldn't like him, at most he would be a mascot idol.Facing a mouthful of yellow teeth, she dared not even kiss her!

Snape finished washing his face, wiped his face with a towel, and straightened up to face Isa who was holding the door open.

"When are you going back?" he asked.

Yisha looked hurt: "You drive me away?"

Snape was not impressed: "Yes."

Before Yisha was about to throw a tantrum, she remembered that she was 14 and a half years old after all, and at the age of her previous life, she could post health-care articles on WeChat. An old face can no longer bear the weight of acting like a baby.She had no choice but to answer aggrievedly: "There is an early bus from Manchester to Lancashire at nine o'clock today."

Snape raised his eyebrows: "So you came by train last night?"

Isa nodded: "Ah."

"Then that scar on your foot..."

Isa scratched her chin: "After turning into a cat, I went to pick up wild cats and had a fight..."

Snape: Serve it right! ! !What about your IQ and face? !

Snape went downstairs angrily to bring Isa breakfast.

After becoming the store manager, Irene seldom rests, and she has to go to work during the New Year's Day holiday.Snape went down just in time to catch Irene putting on her shoes in the hall.After saying goodbye to her and watching her Apparate, Snape called Isa down.

After Isa stomped down the stairs, she happily rushed to the kitchen, pulled out a chair, sat down and praised: "Sandwich and milk oatmeal!"

Snape remembered Isa's preference for scrambled and poached eggs: "Would you like fried eggs?"

"I want it!"

Then Isa watched Snape open the refrigerator to get eggs, turn on the induction cooker and prepare to fry.

"Wait, wait! Are you planning to fry poached eggs for me?" She stuttered as she rubbed the back of the chair.

Snape poured oil calmly: "You are at my house, so of course I will entertain you."

Take the egg with one hand and knock on the side of the pan, with a pleasant "Zi" sound, the egg slides into the pan.Snape held the spatula in his right hand, and shook the pan with his left hand. Seeing that the heat was almost ready, he scooped up the eggs and put them on the plate. Isa kept her mouth open and stared stupidly until the hot poached eggs were placed in front of her.

"Fried on one side, soft-boiled eggs, more tender." Snape turned off the fire, "Try it."

Isa lowered her head and looked at the irregularly round side with a brilliant burnt-yellow poached egg, her throat was so suffocated.

Snape tidied up the stove, pulled the chair opposite her and sat down: "Eat, what's the matter?"

Yisha felt that it was not good to be so sensational in the morning, but she really rarely experienced this feeling.

This pure bliss, the feeling of feeling so tender in the world.

"I... all my life."

"What?" Snape didn't catch it.

"I love you forever." Isa said softly again, picked up the fork and quickly stuffed the egg into her mouth.

Snape thought he had heard it wrong, and carefully looked at Isa who was wolfing down her eyes without any signs of eating to cover up her red eyes. Impressed? !

This is, this is too...

It's just a poached egg!It didn't work for 2 minutes!Go down and sizzle, wait a while and you'll be fine!

He didn't know that he just moved the most fragile fulcrum in a girl's heart.

Just take a poached egg.

Minister Fu, who stayed up late to clean up the office, didn't know that his daughter was abducted by a boy who could fry poached eggs.

He slumped on the office chair, rubbing his forehead wearily.

"Come in." He barely sat up straight after hearing the knock on the door, and saw Lucius, "Have the family been appeased?"

Lucius shrugged: "During the collapse, question our security work for the staff."

"It's normal, don't worry about them. You've been busy all night, and it's really inappropriate to call you back during the holidays." Voldemort turned to reassure his confidant, "Go back and sleep, staying up late will make you bald."

Lucius forced himself to ignore the second part of the sentence: "I know, this matter is entrusted to me on behalf of the Lord's trust, it doesn't matter if you are tired."

Voldemort was very happy to be coaxed. After a chaotic night, he felt that his mind was also confused.After sending Lucius back to sleep, he tried one last time to see Fassbinder's intentions in what the spy was trying to take.

The spy puts on him:

DE Company's financial statements;

A photo of Yisha and him;

Copy of DE company business license;

his pocket watch.

Fassbender is interested in DE company...

He should be interested.The only company that sells X-note, holds a number of technical patents such as magic TV and movie projector.

If he wants to destroy him from the DE company, that's really a good starting point.Of course, DE's finances and operations are not completely transparent, and no one dares to say how much benefit and convenience DE has gained by taking advantage of his ministerial position.

Next, he has to tighten some DE projects, urge the accountant to balance the accounts, and even change the memory of some people if necessary...

Guarding against thieves for a thousand days is really tiring.

Then he couldn't understand why the spy stole his pocket watch.He didn't like this watch very much, but he didn't hate it either. It was a gift from the Minister of Magic of Romania. The dial was set with seven silver snakes, and the eyes were rubies and pink diamonds.He thought it was a bit of a pussy to use pink diamonds, but Isa didn't use a pocket watch, she was almost as long as her watch.So he put the watch in the office to have a look.

To sell money?After all, pink diamonds are extremely expensive.

No way... Fassbinder actually treated his subordinates harshly?

Voldemort played with his pocket watch, his eyelids getting heavier and heavier.

He wanted to go home and get a good night's sleep.

Isa left quickly after breakfast, afraid that she would be in the same room with Snape again, and in the end she would be too eager to force him to marry her.

So when Voldemort yawned and fell headlong into the house from the Floo, Isa was lazily drying her hair in the light of the French windows in the living room, lying in the shape of a little hair ball.

Seeing her own father, big cat father, coming home, she stood up with difficulty and stepped forward to greet him.

"My kitten." Voldemort lifted her up, pinching her neck, "I'm so hungry, do I have breakfast?"

Wenger definitely did it, and Voldemort returned to his room, yawning with the little hairball in his arms, and after opening the door, Nagini, who had been locked up all night and was extremely wronged, rushed out and went straight to the snake food bowl.Voldemort remembered that he had locked Nagini in his bedroom.

He was very drowsy at the moment, and when he changed into pajamas and climbed onto the bed, he even forgot to avoid Miaosha.Miaosha looked openly at her father's slender waist and long legs.

It stands to reason that middle-aged men, especially her father who is in his forties and still sits in an office every day, can already grow a belly.

But her father is still so thin!Such a good figure!Strong and white!

That thin waist!That boobs!Those long legs!

There is also an indescribable flat-corner fat package!

Taking the father's marriage line seems to have great benefits:)

Meowsha recalled that last night she hid from her to change her pajamas. In fact, the skinny Snape, who had not much flesh on his body, was also so white, and his legs were also long and thin according to my personal test, especially this year (actually there is another one) Zhou) is only 15 years old and still has room to grow taller.The waist was always covered by the robe, so the thickness of the waist could not be seen, but for a young man like Snape who would just make do with a daze as soon as he was at the dinner table, how thick his waist could be!

She also saw the adult version of Snape in the drama the year before last, he cleaned up to the level of a male god, a gloomy, mature and charming uncle!

And no belly!

...she wasn't in Black AR, the professor he played was just a little fat, and he was still so handsome when she watched Romeo last year.

Voldemort finished changing his pajamas in a trance, and got into bed.Wenger delivered breakfast to his bedside table. He drank a few sips of milk, ate a few spoonfuls of scrambled eggs and oatmeal, and lay down tiredly.

Miaosha got into the quilt from the foot of the bed, arching all the way to his arm.Voldemort vaguely felt something furry touching him, stretched out his arm and scooped it into his bosom.

Miaosha, who was hugged and slept by two men in a row, had to get used to it, really.

"Didn't get anything from them?" Fassbinder took a handkerchief to wipe his hands, Lorenz fell to the ground dripping with sweat, and No. 4, who was in charge of training him, kicked him mercilessly and forced him to get up.

"The thing was intercepted." The hooded man reported in a low voice.

"It doesn't matter. You can temporarily take the medium on them when casting the spell. You don't have to get the medium in advance. The key is to complete the logic and purpose of the dream memory cycle perfectly, without making any mistakes." He even They didn't even look at the nephew who was hit by the curse and screamed in pain, "After the finished product is finished, I will test it."

"Remember, number eight," Fassbender smiled, "Valar Morghulis, mortals are mortal."

Valar Dohaeris, mortals must serve.

Mr. George RR Martin: Call me?

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