"This is indeed a try, and may be able to break the current deadlock, but for the sake of safety, Miss Fudge shouldn't have told me the plan specifically. Like the others in the ministry, I have some suspicion."

Although he said this, Voldemort was not giving her a look, and he was completely focused on the little girl who was slashing around his palms in his arms, and this was also a disguised order to expel her guests.

Bevli, who was already sensitive, could naturally hear the other party's implication. Besides, she would know just by looking at his perfunctory attitude that he wanted her to leave immediately.

But since he came, how could Beverly leave easily? Although the girl was really annoying, she had to continue calmly, "No one of the undercover agents can be you, I believe you, Tom."

But this can only be exchanged for his sarcasm, "Is that right? I heard that Director Crouch is going to send the deputy director to help. If Miss Fudge can stop emotional activities at work, I don't think anyone will doubt your ability."

As if she was poked into the pain, Beverly's expression had cracks, especially the girl opposite him looked over, as if she was laughing at her, and she became even more angry.

But she still tried her best to carry the final etiquette, "It's true that I'm wrong. I believe you have my reasons. This is not the purpose of my visit. I hope you can ask for your help."

However, Voldemort basically did not hesitate and refused directly, "Sorry, Miss Fudge, this is not within my work scope, and my work is busy enough, and Deputy Director Fergrey is experienced in this area, I think he will better help solve the case."

But obviously Bevley seemed to have expected that he would refuse and responded calmly, "I know what Director Crouch means very well, but he did not have the pure intention of arranging the deputy director over here. I need help, but I don't need such a thing.

And I should also be responsible for the initial boast of Haikou. I'm sorry, if it's because of work, it's very easy to solve. I just want to help me, Tom."

She acted extremely earnestly in both expressions and tone, but when she fell into Voldemort's eyes, she looked like a clown wearing makeup and preparing to perform hard. But this scene was not funny and boring, and it was boring.

In addition, the little guy in his arms seemed unhappy again, so he simply repeated it, "This is not within my work scope. Miss Forge, please stop at this time."

Sure enough, she saw that she could no longer maintain her decent smile on her face. Even though her heart was sore and her face was lost, she still didn't want to give up. "This organization is provoking the entire Ministry of Magic. As long as she is a member of the Ministry of Magic, she has the obligation to help cooperate with the investigation. You will not be unclear. Your abilities are obvious to everyone. Maybe you should consider them again."

Hetty, who had thought that his man quickly refused to drop this Miss Forge, then heard the other party say this, suddenly remembered what Stoke had made a reasonable and well-founded analysis.

Besides, the promoter behind this case is the Dark King, and it seems to have become a big problem at present. So it is better to let him participate, so that everything is in control, no matter what kind of ending it is easier, and it can add another amount to his political achievements. Why not do it?

But with the intention of the Dark King, how could he not understand the pros and cons? He has been sternly refusing. If you think about it, you will know that it must be to make her happy.

So, Hedy, who had been a melon-eating crowd for a while, blinked her eyes very quickly, and looked at her man in a very naive way and pretended to be angry, "Tom, these bad guys are too much! Miss Forge and Tom are colleagues, and she has requested this way. Can Tom help her?"

Fearing that a certain dark demon king would not understand the meaning, Hetty grabbed his hand and then slidly pinched it. With the angle that was invisible to Miss Forge, she shook her eyes at her man, and then told him to agree quickly with her mouth shape.

Bevli was surprised that this girl's sudden remarks could be regarded as a helping hand. Although she had thought that such a girl who had no family background and was not good-looking or even a little stupid was not threatened at all, she didn't expect that the other party could be so stupid as to help her rival.

Even though she wanted to laugh, Bevli could only pretend to be moved and thank her sincerely, "Thank you, Miss Elaine, I was prejudice against you before this, and many misunderstandings have occurred between us. I am very sorry, I hope you can forgive me."

The rival in love showed his goodwill. How could Hetty be stingy? He immediately turned around with a smile and waved his hand, "It's okay, Miss Foggy, I always understand that I'm not worthy of Tom, but Tom always told me not to think about it. He loves me, so I shouldn't be so petty. It would be great if I could be friends with Miss Foggy."

As a result, Bevley couldn't laugh at the girl with a smile. If the other party had not advised Winter to help, she would have suspected that the girl was pretending to be stupid, but she could not have had an attack at this moment.

He had to take a deep breath and maintain a far-fetched smile on his face and continued, "Of course, I also want to be friends with Miss Elaine, we will definitely get along with each other."

As a bystander, Voldemort was only staring at his own little girl throughout the whole process. He naturally understood what the little guy was thinking, especially her rapidly changing expression was really cute. If she ignored her and started pinching his palms.

Although it did hurt a little, Voldemort didn't care. He simply grabbed her finger with his backhand and took the topic very at the right time, "Since that's the case, I will cooperate with Miss Fudge, but please pay attention to the time. Why don't you let me listen to your plan first."

Seeing that he was finally willing to give in, Bevli regained her sincere smile, no longer cared about this extra person, and began to slowly explain her implementation ideas.

It must be to stay with a certain Dark King for a while, Miss Forge forced to pull back and for nearly an hour, and during this period, Hetty kept sticking to him, although she was impatient to hear it.

Finally finally finished, Hetty thought that Miss Fudge could leave, but the other party asked to appreciate the courtyard and wanted to chat with her.

Although it is not impossible to refuse, at least this woman is a guest, and Hetty still understands the basic way of hospitality, and it seems that they have established a fragile friendship. Anyway, it is better than staring at her own man.

So a certain Dark King was able to rest in the intermission, while Hetty took Bevli to the courtyard as the hostess.

The two walked side by side on the side of the main road. Hetty dutifully began to introduce how the precious flowers were used by the Dark King to please her to maintain the most beautiful and beautiful state of blooming. The sweeter the smile would be, as if sharing a secret, covering his face shyly.

Bevli, who had not made any sound, seemed to be listening carefully, but in fact, her hands hanging beside her were already clenched into fists without any hesitation. She wished she could draw out her wand to teach her a lesson, but she knew that if she did this, the man would definitely use all means to make her pay, even if she was the only daughter of the Minister of Magic.

Now she had to bear it, and faced the girl she hated, so she had to smile friendly. "So that's it. The relationship between Miss Elaine and Tom is really envious. I wonder how you met?"

As expected, Hetty was quite surprised why Miss Fudge wanted to talk to her, and she was waiting for her. Haha, cliché, right? She will definitely tell this story well.

Then, Hetty immediately changed into a nostalgic expression, and deliberately looked into the distance and began to slowly say, "I remember it was three years ago. My family was very poor and had no money to buy food. I was a child picked up. My Muggle parents never liked me very much. I had to do the most tiring and dirtiest work, but my father still couldn't make money and beat me every day when he got home.

Later one day, they took me out of the village to a larger city and said they wanted to send me to school. I was very happy. I thought my parents loved me, but because I had been performing poorly.

We took a long car to a very luxurious mansion. The owner was a middle-aged man. I don’t know what my parents talked to him. When they left, they told me to let me stay here for a few days and come to pick me up again. We must listen to this uncle.

But my parents didn't come back, and the uncle had to sleep with me every night. He said that I was like his daughter and he liked me very much, but he didn't allow me to wear clothes. I didn't like this, but if I didn't obey, the uncle would become fierce.

I didn't dare to refuse, so I could only listen to my uncle. Until one day later, I overheard the conversation between my uncle and others. It turned out that my muggle parents had sold me, and the uncle said I was too thin and I would eat it after raising me.

I was very scared. I ran away secretly in the middle of the night that day. I was afraid of being caught. I walked all night and didn't know where I went, but I didn't start my wandering life from then on.

I had no money, so when I was hungry, I could only find wild fruits to eat or rummage through the trash can. Later, when I couldn't find it, I went to steal the food from the store. I only stole it once, and that was the first and last time.

I was caught by the boss, and they punched me and wanted to hand me over to the police, but at this time Tom showed up. He saved me and took me home, gave me delicious food, and helped me heal my injuries. He was the best person I have ever met.

Fortunately, I met Tom, otherwise I might have starved to death or been beaten to death now."

Hetty spoke very slowly. These were made up by her novels that she had read for so many years. However, they should have been fake, but she seemed to take it seriously. Misty gradually appeared in front of her eyes, biting her lower lip and choking and continuing.

"Tom has always been very nice to me. He doesn't dislike me at all. He also taught me the spell himself. I really like him. I don't know if Miss Forge can understand my mood. I can't live without Tom."

"I didn't expect Miss Elaine to have such a bad experience. I'm so sorry to let you re-mentioned."

Although Bevli was indeed a little sympathetic and the other person's expression did not seem to be fake, she still had questions in her heart. After apologizing, she immediately forwarded the question, "But, please forgive me for being rude. Have Miss Elaine thought carefully about your feelings, perhaps it was just a habit formed by long-term dependence on Tom.

And because he appears in your time of danger, he must be a hero in your heart, and therefore admires him, but these feelings and love are different. Does Miss Elaine understand him?"

Who knows how much Hetty wants to roll his eyes, but this Miss Fudge is too difficult, but in order to maintain her character, she frowned unhappily, "Of course I know Tom, I love him very much, I know his preferences, and he should be my favorite."

Unexpectedly, what he got was a sarcastic smile from the other party and a sentence, "I'm so sorry, Miss Elaine is so confident. In my opinion, Tom is not a kind and good person. You must know that good people have always been stupid. He will not meddle in other people's business, nor will he save people for no reason. Miss Elaine should have thought about this, right?"

It was only this time that Bevli finished speaking, and a cold male voice came from behind, "The number of wizards is considered endangered compared to Muggles, and rare little wizards should be well protected. Does Miss Fudge think this reason is enough?"

After saying this, Voldemort had already arrived at his little girl. After hugging her in her arms, he glanced at the woman with a glance and said mercilessly, "It seems that Miss Forge does not really want to make friends with Elaine, so this is exempt. As for your plan, I will help you, but you are not welcome here."

Then he picked up the villain in his arms and said, "Jen, see off the guests", and the two disappeared immediately, leaving Bevli who regretted it and the house elf who suddenly appeared.

When Hetty returned to the mansion, she was still in Voldemort's arms. She puffed up her cheeks unhappily and pointed at his chest and said indignantly, "Tom! That Miss Forge is so annoying. I have made up a super touching story. She is really not sympathetic at all! If it weren't for Tom's political achievements, I wouldn't want you to help her!"

Speaking of this story, Voldemort naturally did not fall. He just grabbed her finger and kissed her again, and then said warmly, "I am very happy that my Elaine has a story of her own life, but does this mean that women in a jealous state have no reason and only know how to attack the enemy."

"I don't know anyone else, she must be!"

Hetty said and snorted again, but as if he had remembered something, he immediately looked straight, "Tom, do you like me the most?"

This obviously belongs to the point-givea question, Voldemort naturally answered without hesitation, "Yes, I love my Elaine the most, my expectant wife."

But the villain was obviously still unhappy. She put her hands on her hips and asked with great force, or she could be called a fearless question, "Then do you and Corona have any ulterior motives? Otherwise, why would you be so special to her?"

But the next moment she squinted her mouth again, feeling very aggrieved. "You still allow her to call you Riddle. Have you ever liked her before?"

Although Voldemort wanted to see the cute expressions of his little girl when she was angry, it was obvious that this little guy would give her tears first, so he hugged her and started coaxing her, "Dear, my little fool, the Dark Lord has given you all the only love he has, and others don't have the qualifications."

It was always effective to say this from his mouth. I saw that the aggrieved expression on the little guy was swept away, but he took the initiative to lean into his arms and said slowly, "Then, can you tell me your previous story?"
Chapter completed!