MTL - The Existence of Harry Potter-v2 Chapter 95 no default

Whoever said that I recommend VIP to cheat people, the public part will not charge you, and if you think it looks good, just go to the pirated version.

Then about Merlin, please see my previous explanation, I have already posted the original text.

In the end, I said that I will keep reading until the third volume. Believe it or not, I will write the third volume for you to read this week! And I didn't stop updating because the plot of the third volume was all written out, I just wanted to play games! Kisan, WOW, DNF, LOL, Heroes of the Storm, Diablo 3 and all kinds of GALGAME that will never end, I'm very busy!

Cough, the above is for the purpose of drawing materials and finding inspiration. These three scumbags can post videos on station B, why can't I play games?

And Sanzha's B station number is [Three days and two sleeps], welcome to join the barrage to urge the bigger army!

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Lie, verb, means to gain the trust of others with false information, so as to obtain illegitimate benefits.

"No, it's not like this..."

Asker's explanation can only be heard by himself, weak and powerless, just like his mood at this time. He is eloquent and quick-witted. Even an undefeated debater is at a loss for words. There are always some things that cannot be denied, refuted, or shirk responsibility.

cheat?

That's right, it's really cheating, no matter what the motives are, no matter what the results are, just in terms of behavior, that's cheating.

This is undeniable because it is a fact.

A person kills someone, no matter if he kills to save someone or not, no matter how damnable the killed person is, in terms of behavior alone, this is murder.

Is every murderer sentenced to death?

It doesn't seem so.

Because not every murderer has been sentenced to death, is there a reason for murder?

It doesn't seem to be so.

"You still don't want to come in? I..."

Delia asked again. Asker, who was in a trance, only saw her lips were opening and closing, but he didn't hear her voice at all. Then, he saw Delia stand up, take a step back, and gently The bench is dragged to the back, and finally...

"Pong!"

The thick and sturdy door panel almost slapped on Asker's face. The violent vibration and noise made his head a little dizzy. What caught his eye was no longer the girl with a sweet smile, but the interlaced wooden door.

After standing for a long time, Ask took a step back, touched his nose, and said to himself with a wry smile: "...It seems that I said something wrong again, really... I didn't even have time to say Merry Christmas, what a failure."

Azkaban's winter night is very cold. Standing on the third floor, Ask didn't notice it before, but now he just thinks that standing here for one more second is no less ordeal than the final exam.

Considering that before that, Delia seemed to invite him three or four times to come into the room to chat slowly, but he refused, and now it can only be said that it is self-inflicted, no one can blame anyone.

"Forget it, we've met anyway. I know she's doing well. She has a great grandfather who is covering her, and she's doing better than me... It's enough, right?"

After another burst of self-talk, Ask shrugged his shoulders and left here at a more relaxed pace than when he came. However, he came back a minute later, stood at the door and knocked, but the door didn't open and there was no response.

"Tsk tsk, you forced me."

Glancing at the window next to the door, Asker took out a hammer from his pocket, smashed the glass at once, then threw a small gift box in, and finally shouted "Merry Christmas" and panicked like a bad thief run away.

"Crack."

When the window was broken, Delia was sitting on the bench behind the door, and the farthest piece of scattered glass just landed at her feet. Glancing at the small gift box that fell on the ground, Delia stood up and walked over to pick it up, and then looked at the window with a hole in it, both angry and funny, but there should be more small components.

"It's not like him at all, it's still like a child."

After breaking the glass window, Ask trotted to the stairs, and when he was about to go down, he realized that he didn't seem to know that Chris and Dias had gone there. Stopping, Ask, who had time to think, finally realized that something was wrong.

"Uh, wait a minute, it seems that the dementors didn't come to trouble me?"

The dementors should be afraid of Kris's boss, the ruthless man who killed a bunch of dementors in one go, the Ministry of Magic didn't bother him, and he was fine. So what does it mean that these dementors are not attacking, but hiding far away? Is it really because of the saying "the skin of people who live close to Zhu is more red", after staying with Chris for a while, he has that kind of domineering air on his body?

"It's a little uncomfortable, it seems that someone has calculated it again."

Asker had a vague feeling, but he couldn't see through, as if there was a layer of fog. But one thing is certain, that is, there must be something wrong with the boss that Kris said, and his identity can probably be determined to a certain extent, it should be someone in the Ministry of Magic. The age is not too young, because Delia calls his grandfather, has a certain status, can play like this in Azkaban, it is not a problem, let alone Cornelius Fudge wants to shelter someone in Azkaban It won't be successful, and at the same time, the department where Chris works is the Department of Mysteries, and that letter was also sent by the Department of Mysteries...

"I know who you are."

Asker looked bitter and hated. According to his logic, if this guy hadn't sent him a letter, there wouldn't have been so many troubles in the future. So, if things are going to get to this point, no matter what you think, it's all that person's fault.

"Don't let me touch you, otherwise, hehe..."

"Ah!"

In Delia's room, a man wearing a black and white plaid pattern with a mosaic on his face, bah, a man wearing a mosaic mask couldn't help but sneezed.

"Betting a copper nut, that kid must be talking bad about me."

Leaning on the sofa, with his arms spread out on the back of the sofa, the masked man stretched out and made a crackling sound.

"Huh, this time has worn me out. If it wasn't for that stupid dog and that stupid dog's brother, I should be surfing on the beach in Hawaii right now."

Delia walked to the sofa opposite the masked man with the gift box and sat down, pointed to the window that had a hole in it, and cold wind was pouring into the inner room, and said angrily: "Hey, the window is broken, you didn't See? Why don't you go and fix it!"

"Hey, I just arrived, can't you let me rest for a while?" The masked man said angrily, "Also, can't you solve this kind of little thing yourself?"

"cannot."

"You lied to the Dementor!"

"There are ready-made coolies here, why should I do it myself?"

"Please, this is your house, not mine!"

"Are you going to fix it?"

"……build."

The masked man stood up, shrugged his shoulders, took out a large piece of glass from his pocket, walked to the window and made a gesture, then took out a glass knife and cut it. Once the size was determined to be the right size, the original window glass was shattered with a hammer and replaced with new glass.

After watching the whole process, Delia couldn't help but put the book on her face, and a dull voice came out from under the book.

"Things that can be solved by a spell, you really changed a glass again, are you still a wizard?"

"That's the joy of life."

Nodding satisfied with his results, the masked man cleaned up the clutter and garbage, and went back to the sofa to lean against. Glancing at the gift box on the coffee table, the masked man reached out and grabbed it, but it was empty.

"What a fuss, I'm just curious about what's inside~www.novelbuddy.com~ Don't you know everything?" Delia held the gift box with contempt on her face, "Then tell me what's inside. ."

"It won't do you any good if you guess right."

"Anyway, it's Christmas. You and I are all free, so let's just treat it as a game."

The masked man waved his hand, expressing no interest, "It's boring, I already guessed what was inside."

"He is a person full of surprises and surprises, maybe what's inside is different from what you guessed."

"Really?" The masked man shrugged his shoulders, then cleared his throat and began to hum a song, a very common and common song, but no one knows it.

"Jingle-bells, jingle-bells-Jingle-all-the-way, Oh, what-fun-it-is-to-ride-in-a-one-horse-open-sleigh, hey..."

(Ding ding dong! ding ding dong! Jingle bells, how happy we are skiing on the open sleigh...)

This song is not long. It didn't take long for the masked man to finish humming. Then he motioned for Delia to open the gift box, and said confidently, "I bet a copper nut, I'm right."

Delia didn't say anything, just smiled and shook her head, then opened the gift box and extended her hand to the stunned masked man.

"You lose, a copper nut, you are not allowed to default."