Chapter 658 The election begins, the origin of magic
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
"Lipi gave a surprise."
John opened a bottle of soda.
Arianna, who was sitting on the sofa watching TV, immediately shifted her gaze over.
She looked straight at John, John looked at the soda, then at his sister.
"No, you've already drank three bottles."
John rejects his own sister.
Ariana pursed her lips in displeasure.
After discovering that Ariana likes to drink this, Watson almost moved the nearby shopping mall to his home.
This also caused Ariana to drink non-stop.
Later, via the Wicks' house, the first family meeting on soda dosage was held.
With an overwhelming vote of two against and six in favor, Ariana will limit her daily intake of soda.
And Watson, another objection, was also compressed to three bottles.
what?
How can the Wick family get six votes?
Owls and dogs also have the right to vote, John said.
For this reason, Qiqi was hated by Ariana.
I don't even forgive you for offering to be nice!
John was still thinking about what old Barty had told him.
I didn't expect that kid Lippi could do such a big thing.
Just take out the ring and check the corpse and the Polish Ministry of Magic.
"Barty Sr. is now waiting to expose this conspiracy at election time."
John raised his eyebrows and said thoughtfully, "It seems too easy."
It all went too well.
John's intuition told him that there was something tricky about it.
"Let old Batty be more cautious."
He put down the soda, cut open the passage and walked in.
As soon as he was gone, Ariana's bear stalked near the refrigerator.
It climbed up and kicked hard on the edge of the refrigerator, and the door of the refrigerator was opened.
Arianna said slyly: "It's the little bear who drove it, it's none of Arianna's business."
She looked at the refrigerator and saw that all the sodas in it were numbered, and if she drank a bottle secretly, she would be found out.
Arianna pursed her mouth and closed the door depressed.
Just as I was about to go back and continue watching TV, I saw my old father coming back.
He was like his own father and daughter, Watson sneaked in.
Tiptoeing, mouth opened and mouth-shaped and asked: "Arianna, where are mom and brother?"
Arianna said: "Mom went to the beauty salon, and brother went out."
"I can rest assured that."
Watson heaved a sigh of relief. The incubator he was holding was like a box for some laboratories to transport medicine.
He came to Arianna mysteriously, and he looked left and right, as if he were a thief.
Under Arianna's curious eyes, he solemnly opened the box.
A cold air flowed out of it, and it was filled with ice cubes and soda.
Ariana's eyes lit up.
"Soda party." Watson said proudly, "There are all kinds of flavors!"
"No one restrains us today!"
Arianna cast adoring eyes, which made Watson's vanity soar.
With a big wave of his hand, he had a good drink today.
Anyway, no one else is at home, so the father and daughter can do whatever they want.
It's just that they forgot.
In addition to people, there are small animals in the house.
Two owls and a dog were silently watching Watson's ugly face.
...
Silver Hand Manor.
Riddle flew in front of John and stopped, and John stroked its head.
He wrote a letter to Batty Sr., reminding him to be cautious.
"Let the star apprentice go with him."
John adds some insurance, the Stars are hiding here and there all the time.
It will be more reassuring to have them together.
"Don't let people rob you halfway."
John touched Riddle and asked him to deliver the letter.
After finishing everything, he set his sights on the people who came to Silver Hand Manor.
"Have you decided?"
He was on the second floor overlooking Theodore below.
"I have decided," Theodore said respectfully, "The rotten Nott is dead, and I will follow you and become the new Nott."
John was not surprised by his choice.
When Theodore went to Azkaban, every move was under his supervision.
And Theodore also acted for his decision.
He chose to let his father end his never-ending incarceration.
A death is not only the end of the old Nott, but also the tolerance given by the king.
"In this election, Barty Sr. will go, and you will be by his side."
John said lightly: "You need to be familiar with all of this. What you need to face in the future will not be a Hogwarts play house."
"I understand." Theodore nodded.
"From now on, you are a star apprentice," John walked slowly, "You can learn a lot from those people."
"How to use the Killing Curse, how to torture, how to sneak in, how to escape."
He stopped in front of Theodore, looked at this former friend, and John said: "You will struggle in the mud, either sink into the mud and drown, or rush out and transform."
"The current you can't support the new Knott."
"Blood and fire can make you a qualified family leader."
John put his hand on Theodore's shoulder and said calmly, "Remember that sentence?"
"For eternal glory."
Theodore looked up, fanaticism in his eyes.
Yes, for eternal glory.
At the year-end dinner of the first grade, the young and immature Wang was surrounded by Slytherins, and he raised his glass and shouted that sentence.
And glory has become a trap that Slytherin cannot overcome.
They chase after power and glory.
Theodore, he was also one of the believers.
Like Voldemort once, John's disciples have covered the entire wizarding world.
For the sake of glory, it is to restart the glory of Nott.
Theodore would give his life.
"The election is about to begin."
John looked out to the beautifully planted garden.
The gardener is taking good care of the plants.
Little Barty gradually became less indifferent.
Maybe it's because Batty Sr. has always patiently shown his fatherly appearance, or it may be because he wants to understand that Batty Sr. doesn't need the gimmick of a heroic father.
Batty Jr. tried to get in touch with some fatherly love from Batty Sr.
What he once longed for, Barty Jr. said he still hated.
But he called 'Father'.
The rebellion in the past may have been revenge for his father's negligence, and the re-changed old Batty showed softness.
John walked up to Barty Jr., and glanced at his skillful operation with one hand.
"You're used to it."
Little Batty paused, and said, "Sometimes it's still a bit inconvenient."
John shook his head and said, "Your father, you are getting used to his presence."
Little Barty didn't know what to say and was just there to clear the weeds.
"Find an opportunity to talk to him," John said. "He will be very happy, happier than he is the president of the International Federation of Wizards."
The response to John was still silence.
John didn't say much, just left.
Little Barty put down his shovel, looked at the sky, and muttered to himself, "The weather is so nice."
When he was at the Crouch's house, he had no chance to see such a sky.
That was the sky he could see on the Quidditch pitch.
...
The election begins.
The location is at the birthplace of magic.
In the distance, green hills towered, and the top of the hills almost touched the sky.
Huge steps lead to the sky above, with a majestic castle visible at the top of the steps.
A figure stepped here, and he looked up at the place surrounded by clouds and mist.
That was where the first generation of Dark Lords failed.
And now set foot here again.
Inge reached out to touch the masonry eroded by the years.
...
John opened a bottle of soda.
Arianna, who was sitting on the sofa watching TV, immediately shifted her gaze over.
She looked straight at John, John looked at the soda, then at his sister.
"No, you've already drank three bottles."
John rejects his own sister.
Ariana pursed her lips in displeasure.
After discovering that Ariana likes to drink this, Watson almost moved the nearby shopping mall to his home.
This also caused Ariana to drink non-stop.
Later, via the Wicks' house, the first family meeting on soda dosage was held.
With an overwhelming vote of two against and six in favor, Ariana will limit her daily intake of soda.
And Watson, another objection, was also compressed to three bottles.
what?
How can the Wick family get six votes?
Owls and dogs also have the right to vote, John said.
For this reason, Qiqi was hated by Ariana.
I don't even forgive you for offering to be nice!
John was still thinking about what old Barty had told him.
I didn't expect that kid Lippi could do such a big thing.
Just take out the ring and check the corpse and the Polish Ministry of Magic.
"Barty Sr. is now waiting to expose this conspiracy at election time."
John raised his eyebrows and said thoughtfully, "It seems too easy."
It all went too well.
John's intuition told him that there was something tricky about it.
"Let old Batty be more cautious."
He put down the soda, cut open the passage and walked in.
As soon as he was gone, Ariana's bear stalked near the refrigerator.
It climbed up and kicked hard on the edge of the refrigerator, and the door of the refrigerator was opened.
Arianna said slyly: "It's the little bear who drove it, it's none of Arianna's business."
She looked at the refrigerator and saw that all the sodas in it were numbered, and if she drank a bottle secretly, she would be found out.
Arianna pursed her mouth and closed the door depressed.
Just as I was about to go back and continue watching TV, I saw my old father coming back.
He was like his own father and daughter, Watson sneaked in.
Tiptoeing, mouth opened and mouth-shaped and asked: "Arianna, where are mom and brother?"
Arianna said: "Mom went to the beauty salon, and brother went out."
"I can rest assured that."
Watson heaved a sigh of relief. The incubator he was holding was like a box for some laboratories to transport medicine.
He came to Arianna mysteriously, and he looked left and right, as if he were a thief.
Under Arianna's curious eyes, he solemnly opened the box.
A cold air flowed out of it, and it was filled with ice cubes and soda.
Ariana's eyes lit up.
"Soda party." Watson said proudly, "There are all kinds of flavors!"
"No one restrains us today!"
Arianna cast adoring eyes, which made Watson's vanity soar.
With a big wave of his hand, he had a good drink today.
Anyway, no one else is at home, so the father and daughter can do whatever they want.
It's just that they forgot.
In addition to people, there are small animals in the house.
Two owls and a dog were silently watching Watson's ugly face.
...
Silver Hand Manor.
Riddle flew in front of John and stopped, and John stroked its head.
He wrote a letter to Batty Sr., reminding him to be cautious.
"Let the star apprentice go with him."
John adds some insurance, the Stars are hiding here and there all the time.
It will be more reassuring to have them together.
"Don't let people rob you halfway."
John touched Riddle and asked him to deliver the letter.
After finishing everything, he set his sights on the people who came to Silver Hand Manor.
"Have you decided?"
He was on the second floor overlooking Theodore below.
"I have decided," Theodore said respectfully, "The rotten Nott is dead, and I will follow you and become the new Nott."
John was not surprised by his choice.
When Theodore went to Azkaban, every move was under his supervision.
And Theodore also acted for his decision.
He chose to let his father end his never-ending incarceration.
A death is not only the end of the old Nott, but also the tolerance given by the king.
"In this election, Barty Sr. will go, and you will be by his side."
John said lightly: "You need to be familiar with all of this. What you need to face in the future will not be a Hogwarts play house."
"I understand." Theodore nodded.
"From now on, you are a star apprentice," John walked slowly, "You can learn a lot from those people."
"How to use the Killing Curse, how to torture, how to sneak in, how to escape."
He stopped in front of Theodore, looked at this former friend, and John said: "You will struggle in the mud, either sink into the mud and drown, or rush out and transform."
"The current you can't support the new Knott."
"Blood and fire can make you a qualified family leader."
John put his hand on Theodore's shoulder and said calmly, "Remember that sentence?"
"For eternal glory."
Theodore looked up, fanaticism in his eyes.
Yes, for eternal glory.
At the year-end dinner of the first grade, the young and immature Wang was surrounded by Slytherins, and he raised his glass and shouted that sentence.
And glory has become a trap that Slytherin cannot overcome.
They chase after power and glory.
Theodore, he was also one of the believers.
Like Voldemort once, John's disciples have covered the entire wizarding world.
For the sake of glory, it is to restart the glory of Nott.
Theodore would give his life.
"The election is about to begin."
John looked out to the beautifully planted garden.
The gardener is taking good care of the plants.
Little Barty gradually became less indifferent.
Maybe it's because Batty Sr. has always patiently shown his fatherly appearance, or it may be because he wants to understand that Batty Sr. doesn't need the gimmick of a heroic father.
Batty Jr. tried to get in touch with some fatherly love from Batty Sr.
What he once longed for, Barty Jr. said he still hated.
But he called 'Father'.
The rebellion in the past may have been revenge for his father's negligence, and the re-changed old Batty showed softness.
John walked up to Barty Jr., and glanced at his skillful operation with one hand.
"You're used to it."
Little Batty paused, and said, "Sometimes it's still a bit inconvenient."
John shook his head and said, "Your father, you are getting used to his presence."
Little Barty didn't know what to say and was just there to clear the weeds.
"Find an opportunity to talk to him," John said. "He will be very happy, happier than he is the president of the International Federation of Wizards."
The response to John was still silence.
John didn't say much, just left.
Little Barty put down his shovel, looked at the sky, and muttered to himself, "The weather is so nice."
When he was at the Crouch's house, he had no chance to see such a sky.
That was the sky he could see on the Quidditch pitch.
...
The election begins.
The location is at the birthplace of magic.
In the distance, green hills towered, and the top of the hills almost touched the sky.
Huge steps lead to the sky above, with a majestic castle visible at the top of the steps.
A figure stepped here, and he looked up at the place surrounded by clouds and mist.
That was where the first generation of Dark Lords failed.
And now set foot here again.
Inge reached out to touch the masonry eroded by the years.
...
