"Stoke, why do you think those people can be so cruel? A living, innocent person has become a scapegoat. Once there is a threat, he will be eliminated immediately, and even the funeral will be disrupted! Ahhhh! I am really angry to death.

!”

The anger in her heart grew stronger due to Hetty's repeated thoughts. She stared at the wand tightly clutched in her hand and roared loudly at the indifferent Stork on the left. Not enough, she pointed angrily at the glass a few feet away in front of her.

Cup neatly threw a cutting spell at it.

I thought there was at most a crack. After all, glass is much stronger than paper and cloth. But as soon as Hetty finished speaking, the glass that was hit by the white light broke into several pieces and fell to the ground with a crash.

Compared to Stork's knowing calmness, the fact that this was just a way to vent his anger made Hetty calm down. She took a deep breath and was about to use the repair spell to clean up the mess, but she was beaten to it.

"Reparo!"

With this neat spell, the several glass fragments on the carpet returned to the table consciously and returned to their original state, followed closely by the spell caster's explanation.

"Please forgive me for being rude. Miss, you should understand that the Ministry of Magic is no different from a battlefield. The illusion of peace can only exist until no one's interests are touched. This Miss Hope is just the most common exception, but this exception can fill the gap of your lord.

Achievements."

Although it sounds unkind, Hetty also understands how complicated officialdom is. As an outsider, she can only see the most superficial layer. There are people who may be involved behind the incident of Hope's death and the conflicts between them.

The interest chain is the key point. In other words, if Hope had not died, it would not be easy to create such a public opportunity again.

The current direction of events is invisibly tying Hope's death to the Azkaban attack, trying to convince the public that this poor Ministry of Magic employee has any connection with that evil organization, that is, her death is not unjust. But only a few understand it.

Only those with partial truth understand how innocent Hope is, like her. As for completely clearing her name, the only way to completely clear her name is by the Dark Lord and Brooke who are really looking for an opportunity.

Although she was still a little unhappy, Hetty also knew that it was useless. After all, the Dark Lord was still dealing with it, and it was not her turn to worry about it, so she didn't lose her temper anymore and turned around to continue studying the Transfiguration class.

Perhaps it was Stoker's intention, but the tight schedule of classes in the afternoon made Hetty even more unable to spare time to think about people or things that had nothing to do with the class. Her pace was drawn into endless study and training.

The hands of the clock move tirelessly around and around until the sun sets and brings night.

This was probably the first time that Voldemort saw her being so serious that she forgot all about sleep and food. Even when he was standing outside the door, she was still concentrating on waving the wand repeatedly without noticing the extra audience. He stopped him silently.

Stoker was about to salute, and just stared at the scene in front of him quietly.

Stoker dutifully taught her the knowledge and skills on how to make cross-species transitions most easily. After the demonstration, he corrected her posture of waving the wand and chanting spells step by step. Under Voldemort's eyes, he did not dare to show any slightest indifference.

.

Hetty, who was immersed in learning, seemed to have forgotten the time. Facing the Transfiguration class, which was at least twice as difficult as the Charms class, all she could do was devote all her concentration and effort. If she had given up before, she would have done well.

She complained about this damn spell, but after experiencing so much, she also understood that only when she is strong is she truly powerful, otherwise as long as the Dark Lord is not around, she will become a fish on the chopping board.

Of course, all of this was seen by Voldemort. Even though she was not an excellent talent, the girl's determination and perseverance in not getting discouraged or giving up in the face of constant failures was indeed worthy of praise. Time passed, and he waited for how long she had been practicing.

How long, but in the end, the overtime class was terminated by him who had chosen the right time.

It wasn't until the fragrant and hot food appeared in front of her eyes that Hetty finally realized how hungry she was. She immediately picked up the glass and took a swig of water, and then forked a large piece of grilled chicken breast into her mouth.

stuffed, and said vaguely to the man on the right, "It's delicious! Tom eats it too!"

But her appearance of being hungry for three days and three nights didn't make him laugh. Apart from a brief reminder and an extra hand on her back that was patting gently, all she got was a frown on her face. She tried her best.

After swallowing the food, he immediately picked up a small piece and handed it to him.

"Phew! Don't be like this. I'll chew it carefully, and Tom will take a bite too! You've been busy at the Ministry of Magic all afternoon, and when you come back, you watch me practice without taking a good rest. This makes me feel so guilty!"

"

Fortunately, a certain Dark Lord did not refuse, and after eating the piece of chicken breast that really tasted quite cooperatively, he immediately grabbed the fork, stood up without any explanation, came to her side, picked her up and held her in his arms, then sat down and started

He laughed softly as he prepared to feed her.

"I think this is what lovers or husbands should do. No matter how much chores there are at work, I'm just yours when I get home, and I should be with you wherever you are, right? Besides, I don't think that's the case.

It’s not a burden, but it’s luck and happiness to be able to witness my dear Elaine grow up slowly.”

If the sweetness of candy is the limit that many people can accept, then what this man said is simply 10,000 times sweeter than candy in Hetty's heart, as if the wave that keeps rolling upwards finally gets stuck in her throat.

Son, she opened her lips but couldn't say anything immediately, but it turned into an upward curve at the corners of her mouth.

After drinking another spoonful of soup he brought, Hetty spoke again, "I promise you that I will never let you down, whether it's academic work or making you happy, but I have to continue with these two things."

I have to work hard, so Tom has to give me enough time. The most important thing is that I also want my happiness."

After saying that, Hetty pointed to her mouth, and Voldemort naturally understood. His dark eyes were occupied by her smile. After meeting her direct gaze, there was no refusal or hesitation. He lowered his head and kissed her.

Follow her wishes step by step.

The aroma of food filling the air becomes a disguised appetite-stimulating agent. What is chewed repeatedly in the mouth is a kind of spiritual food that is different from food satiety. It can also stimulate the excitement of the subcortical nerves of the brain and contribute to her happiness.

Overtime.

This seemed to have become a habit. The infamous Dark Lord, who must not even be named, had a special little fiancée. Holding hands, hugging and kissing was commonplace, and the physical compatibility was steadily increasing. He took advantage of the situation and hugged her tightly.

He has found some beautiful young girls and he will not refuse them.

The night schedule has not changed, astronomy lessons and the practice of the Patronus Charm have been fixed. With the Dark Lord's encouragement, Hetty did not dare to relax. After all, she remembered that she had promised not to let him down, so she had to

Take action.

The consequences of high-intensity efforts can be imagined. After Voldemort announced that today's classes were over, the relaxation of her tense nerves only brought a sense of physical and mental exhaustion, as if her strength had been drained, and she didn't even want to walk on her own.

In fact, Hetty only needs to act coquettishly and lean on her man. Even if she falls asleep, she doesn't need to worry about anything else. But she doesn't want to be a different kind of burden anymore. She is never the only one who is tired, so

After coming out of the practice room, she obediently walked up the stairs to the dormitory with his fingers intertwined.

The extremely fulfilling day ended the moment Hetty lay on the bed and couldn't open her eyelids and fell asleep. However, Voldemort, who was supposed to hold her and fall asleep together, came out of the bathroom fully dressed. He didn't even glance at the condition of the girl on the bed.

I just waved my wand neatly, and the next moment the lights went out and I was plunged into darkness.

The entire dormitory was so quiet that only her shallow breathing could be heard. Voldemort, who was supposed to be standing outside the bathroom, had disappeared, and the hands of the wall clock happened to be in the early hours of the morning.

In the courtyard shrouded in darkness, there were only a few flashing lights on both sides of the main road that barely illuminated the road ahead. Only a few seconds passed, and a dark figure suddenly appeared under the street lamp, but soon, that figure disappeared from the street.

The light passes through and finally hides in the darkness at the end.

Needless to say, the feeling of sleeping until you wake up naturally is very comfortable, but there is a little disadvantage. When Hetty woke up, she realized that she had missed the time to send the Dark Lord off to work, and it was only five minutes away!

He was always like this, so considerate that Hetty always felt guilty. It was like when everyone else was studying at school and only she was playing. She would easily become anxious, and then she would naturally join the learning team, even though she was

Forced into a last resort.

After quickly washing up and changing clothes, Hetty sat down in the dining room on time to enjoy a sumptuous breakfast. At the same time, she turned on her double-sided mirror and chattered about today's arrangements with Voldemort, who was already at work, but he was interrupted at the right time.

"I very much believe that my Elaine can successfully complete the learning task. I am relieved that Stoker will teach you on my behalf, but I also hope that my dear does not have to be so tireless. You should always set aside some time for me, right?

."

So there was a scene like this. Under the tender gaze of the handsome man in the double-sided mirror, the girl on the other side of the mirror couldn't hold it back. She quickly put down the cup she took a sip from, swallowed it hard and suddenly let out a series of laughs.

Even though she covered her mouth with her hands, she still couldn't help but look like she was trembling wildly. Then her expression immediately changed, as if she had discovered some new world.

"Merlin Merlin Merlin! Tom! How can you be so cute? No, I want to come to you now. I want to hug you and stick to you! Wait! Merlin's beard! Tom, I want to see it.

What should I do if you wear women's clothes? It must look very good. I want to see ancient costumes, big skirts and more."

If you observe carefully, you can find that the man in the mirror frowned slightly, but this was too fast. Hetty didn't pay attention to this only alarm at all, and was still immersed in her own fantasy, until

"Since it's Elaine who wants to see it, of course it's not impossible, but it depends on what my dear Elaine has done that makes me happy, right? But now, it's time to continue eating."

But Hedy thought she had heard wrong. She stared at the double-sided mirror nervously, but except for the other person's gentle smile, she couldn't see anything else and didn't dare to ask any more questions. She had no choice but to nod vigorously.

Then he resisted the urge to howl with excitement and began to sweep the food on the table.

The morning class went surprisingly smoothly. Even Stork, who was always calm and could not see any emotional fluctuations, rarely showed a surprised look. He even felt extremely relieved, but he could not imagine supporting his mistress to work so hard.

What could be the reason?

As the saying goes, when you have a goal, you have motivation. The Dark Lord wears women's clothing. This is a good opportunity that no one will miss, right? Just thinking about him wearing a waist-cinching suspender skirt, her heart feels like burning

It was boiling like boiling water, the scene was so vivid and vivid, just imagining a scene made her blush uncontrollably until her ears.

Yes, sometimes satisfying a woman is that simple.

Compared with the comfort here, the Ministry of Magic is a mess. Ever since Voldemort started working in the morning, paper planes have not stopped passing around, especially in the Legal Enforcement Department. Director Bones got angry at his subordinates.

Two-thirds of the Aurors were sent out to perform the same task: to capture all dark wizards who claimed to be "saints".

After he cut off the communication between the two-way mirror, Beverly Moon, who was supposed to be with the Aurors, appeared in his office. Her arm was wrapped with gauze and she was obviously injured, but she looked normal.

Ding didn't look like a wounded person at all. He came up to him in high spirits after closing the door tightly and deliberately interrupted the work at hand.

"The news of the fierce battle in Azkaban last night has been completely blocked. It happened that several Aurors and I fought against the group of "Saints" at the scene. As you can see, I was the one who suffered the least harm, and the other few

Aurors are not as lucky as me. Tom, I have heard all the descriptions of your dueling abilities from Brooke. I have proposed to Director Bones that you also join the team. I hope you will not blame me. This is a good opportunity for promotion.

I believe that with your ability, you will be able to catch those damn guys."

But in this regard, Voldemort was extremely indifferent. He didn't even look at her injured arm that was dangling deliberately. He just put down the document and stood up and walked towards the door, "Maybe I should thank you, Miss Moon.

Such care for an insignificant little person like me."

And Mu En was definitely following him. Although the other person's tone was calm, in her eyes she felt even more aggrieved and sad than the furious Bones just now, but she still secretly grabbed a corner of his clothes,

Follow him closely.

The destination was naturally the office of the Director of the Department of Legal Enforcement. Arriving here felt like arriving at Mu En's home court. She knocked on the door first and then opened the door after receiving permission. She also invited the man next to her to go in with her.

When Bones saw the visitor, the smile on his face disappeared without a trace due to the appearance of Voldemort. He pointed to the seat on the left and only said to Mu En, "Sit down, Beverly, your arm is injured."

This is no ordinary injury. Do you remember the medical doctor’s instructions? If not treated properly, it may be counterattacked by black magic. For the sake of the minister, you should stay at St. Mungo’s now!”

But Mu En had no intention of sitting down at all. Instead, he shook his head fearlessly, "Don't worry, I don't dare to forget so many precautions listed by the medical doctor. I came to you for one thing. During this time when I was injured,

, I recommend Tang Wente to replace me and cooperate with Director Skjelin in handling this case."

Even if Moon said this, Bones' eyes still did not move away from Voldemort, but his expression was obviously sarcastic, "Of course, this is what I promised you, but dear little Beverly, if Mr. Winter

If he fails to make any contribution, then I can't guarantee whether he still has a future in the Ministry of Magic."

It seemed that there was a discrepancy with what he had imagined. Mu En immediately explained, while Voldemort only maintained a polite smile and paid attention to the clown performance. His eyes passed over the elderly woman, and the undercurrent only flashed past.

He took the initiative to end this meaningless conversation.
Chapter completed!