No one present dared to step forward. Except for a certain Dark Lord who was scolded, who calmly looked directly at the angry director, everyone else looked trembling, as if they were afraid that they would also be affected.

This picture brought not only a visual impact to Hedy, she even felt that she had heard and seen wrongly!

Who is that?

Tom Riddle, Lord Voldemort, one of the most dangerous dark wizards in history, the mysterious man whose name he dare not even mention!

At this moment, I was actually being scolded by my superiors for work issues.

Merlin's beard! This is stranger than the sun rising in the west!

Seeing this, Hetty couldn't help but think about how those people present would feel one day in the future if they knew that the subordinate being scolded by the director in front of them was the infamous Voldemort himself.

After another quick scan, she found that except for Brooke, Tonks, and the woman who looked as delicate as a doll who had a good relationship with Beverly Fudge, she didn't know anyone else, except for a few at most.

Looks a bit familiar.

Hetty, who was hiding aside, cautiously poked her head out and stared at a certain Dark Lord. She couldn't help but frown at the embarrassing words that poured into her ears.

But no matter how angry she is, she can't jump out and point her finger in the other person's nose and yell back. Not to mention that this kind of behavior is childish and impulsive, but judging from her man's calm look, she shouldn't be rash.

It's just that, who can watch the person they like being scolded with peace of mind? Although she can't jump out, Hetty is already very distressed at this moment.

In particular, the director became more and more angry as he spoke. He actually picked up a thick stack of documents next to him and swung it forward. Within two seconds, except for part of it, it hit the Dark Lord, and the rest flew away with a "crash".

Got out.

Hetty couldn't hold it in any longer. She clenched her fists and was about to rush out. However, after taking two steps, she was accidentally bumped by the corner of the table next to her because she was too impatient. Her body leaned forward uncontrollably.

Unsteady, he fell heavily to the ground.

A muffled sound of "bang" successfully interrupted the meeting inside, and everyone looked outside the open door in unison, where there lay a little girl who was breathing frantically.

She raised her head with tears in her eyes, and all the features on her face were wrinkled because of the pain. But after she realized that she had become the center of attention, she immediately got up and smiled awkwardly but politely, "

Well, sorry to bother you!"

After saying that, she quickly turned around and ran away. She waited until she had trotted some distance away before she lowered her head and looked at her legs. There was a scrape of skin on her knee that was not covered by the hem of her skirt and it was bleeding.

Her mouth pinched in pain, and tears welled up in her eyes. She slowly walked back to a certain Dark Lord's office, sat down next to him, took out his wand, and prepared to cast a spell.

But just as she raised her hand, before she could wave it, the office door suddenly opened from the outside. The second she saw the person clearly, Hetty immediately stood up and wanted to go over, but was hugged first.

"Oh... Tom, it hurts..." Hetty cried and stretched out her arms to hug his waist. She originally planned to handle it by herself, but when she saw this man, the grievance in her heart disappeared.

A lot of thoughts came out.

In fact, she was also held very tightly. From the perspective that she could not see, his brows and eyes showed clear distress. A light kiss fell on her face, and his low and gentle voice immediately sounded in her ears.

"Sit down first and let me take a look at the wound."

"Um..."

As soon as she agreed obediently, she was helped to sit back. The man knelt on one knee and gently pressed around the wound with his fingertips, "Does it hurt here?" ωωw..net

Although it hurt a little, Hetty still smiled and said, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt. It's all my fault that I fell because I didn't pay attention. Just use magic to treat the wound and it will be fine!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved the wand, and blue-white light burst out from the tip of the wand, covering the wound on her knee, as if she had been scratched by a feather. In addition to pain, she also felt a little itchy.

It was more than enough to use the Dark Lord's profound magic power to treat her wounds, so when it was over, Hetty immediately rushed forward and squeezed into his arms.

"Tom! I saw everything just now. Don't pay attention to what the director said. My husband is so powerful but he is a good-for-nothing! If she scolds you again, I will report her for workplace bullying!"

Her expression must have been too serious, as these words fell into the Dark Lord's ears and instantly turned into a smile in his eyes, "Then maybe my little baby will have to work harder. The Director of the Legal Enforcement Department who reported the iron-blooded tactics is one thing.

Troublesome."

As a result, before Hetty could answer, the office door was suddenly pushed open, and Brooke added with a smile, "Although the success rate of reporting is low, you can still try to file a complaint or publish it in the newspaper, but it will cost more, but

Winter is not short of money, don’t worry, Miss Qiao!”

Although she knew Brooke, Hetty was not shameless enough to be so intimate with her man in front of others, so she immediately moved back, trying to get out of his arms and sit on the edge.

After just two twists, the arms around her waist immediately tightened, and the next second the man stood up with her in his arms, sat down next to the sofa, and let her sit on his lap.

As soon as she turned her head, Brooke had already quite consciously sat on the single sofa in front of her on the left. She looked at them both with great interest and at the same time said, "Went, you still have to thank Miss Qiao.

If it hadn't been for her appearance just now, I guess the director's criticism of you wouldn't have ended yet."

The named Dark Lord just glanced at him and said without changing his expression, "If the cost is to make my fiancée fall, then I would rather Director Bones continues."

"Okay, okay, don't show off your affection! Is Miss Qiao okay? I think the fall just now was serious!" Brooke stretched his neck and looked around.

Unexpectedly, the Dark Lord directly tugged at the hem of the girl's skirt in his arms until it covered her knees before answering, "Nothing. If there are no other questions, we'll leave first."

The other party's little move made Brooke have to look away. He cleared his throat deliberately, "I've been waiting for your words! Winter, you see it's so late. I suddenly miss the taste of your food. It just so happens that I also

I have something I want to talk to you about alone, how about it? Can I come to your house and sit down? "

On the other hand, the Dark Lord raised his eyebrows and said, "Something happened? Don't be in a hurry. Let's solve it completely before leaving."

As a result, Brooke immediately sighed, "I'm not telling you, Winter, you really can't tell but you're just pretending. We colleagues and friends, please stop trying to undermine me!"

This preaching tone made Hetty smile. Looking at the man holding her, it was rare to see the sense of relaxation in his expression and eyebrows when facing someone other than her.

However, the other party's accusation only received a soft "tsk" from a certain Dark Lord. He narrowed his eyes slightly and said obviously displeased, "You seem to be very justified in disturbing the world between me and Joe, Brooke."

Hearing that his tone had changed, Hetty quickly laughed and jumped out, "Oh! Don't be angry, Tom! I believe Mr. Brooke didn't mean it, and besides, we still have a lot of time to spend together! Since

If he has something to do, then there is nothing wrong with inviting him back to our house for a meal, and I don’t think Tom hates chatting with Mr. Brooke more! In addition to being colleagues, it must be because Tom regards him as a good friend, right? "

And Brooke immediately took advantage of the opportunity, "Miss Qiao, you said it so well! Although this guy Winter is usually very serious about his words and cherishes his words like gold, I understand that this is just the character he has developed. In the ministry, I will come whenever I have the opportunity.

Chat with him and make sure he doesn't feel lonely!"

Speaking of this, the Dark Lord seemed to have thought of some bad scene, his brows furrowed visibly, and then he gently pinched the face of the girl in his arms, "The content of the chat is nothing more than eating, drinking, having fun and women, my dear, you

Are you sure this is what you like to see?"

But in the next second, Brooke interrupted, "Hey! That's called pure appreciation! Don't make it sound like I'm pulling you to do bad things, Miss Qiao, I swear to Merlin that I never took Winter with me.

fool around!"

If it were another man, Hetty would definitely be suspicious, but this man was focused on his career even in his prime, let alone now, so she absolutely trusted him.

"I know, anyway, Tom only loves me. Even if Mr. Brooke takes him to that kind of place, he will never have too much contact with people of the opposite sex other than me! I believe him!"

Her determination made a certain Dark Lord's expression soften a lot. He leaned over and kissed her cheek, "Let's go home."

"Yes!" Hetty nodded with a big smile, then held his hand obediently and let him get up and walk out the door.

Brooke, who witnessed the whole process, turned around and slapped himself hard. If he hadn't been so talkative, he wouldn't have been hit so frequently. If this continued, he would one day have to upgrade from envy to jealousy.

Of course, the sweet young couple didn't forget to ask him to join them before leaving, but he already regretted it.

But after enjoying the delicious food, these depressions were nothing to Brooke. He could even enjoy the two people on the main table making love to each other while enjoying the delicious food.

After dinner, Hetty consciously followed Brooke to continue the evening classes, while the remaining two men sat facing each other in the study.

"Miss Qiao was here just now. I'm embarrassed to say, Winter, that boy Roger Smith is definitely suspected of revenge! Who knows how painful it has been for me to cooperate with his so-called work these days! And why are you here, that boy?

Now that An Qin has settled down, he will immediately turn into a master as soon as you leave?" Brooke poured out all the resentment he had accumulated over the past few days.

However, a certain Dark Lord just slowly picked up the black tea and took a sip, "In that case, why don't you and I change things, and leave Beverly Fudge to you, and I will continue the follow-up work with Smith."

As soon as these words came out, Brooke waved his hands repeatedly, "No! If it were me, Fudge would probably have to stay in the United States for half a year longer. Without the director's intervention, the director would definitely fire me! And that eldest lady has a crush on you.

She has a special liking, how could she want to see someone who doesn't matter?"

This time the man sitting across from him simply ignored him and picked up an old manuscript to read with interest. Brooke also understood that he had said something he didn't like to hear, so he quickly changed his words, "Okay, okay, let's talk.

Let’s get down to business! The latest gossip, they may be interested in Tang

Tonks took action. You know that since Sirius escaped from prison, he has not been able to be arrested until now. The suspicion has been pointed at the Aurors. Although no one mentioned it, the director has always had problems with Tonks, and this time

She also found these things that she shouldn't have checked..."

Brooke didn't continue talking at this point, and just stared at the man opposite who was reading. It wasn't until the other man's fingers paused when turning the page that he said again, "The worst result now, Tonks will definitely be killed."

If they act together, they might be labeled as undercover agents."

But the man's expression remained unchanged. When he raised his eyes, he asked indifferently, "Why, you can't bear it?"

"You mean...this can't possibly be part of the plan, right?" Brooke seemed to have thought of something, and his surprised expression added a bit of disbelief.

Unfortunately, this question failed to arouse the other party's interest. He continued to read the manuscript calmly, "Plans can never keep up with changes. I thought you understood such a simple truth, Brooke."

The other party's tone was calm and smooth, but this sounded completely different to Brooke. He scratched his hair irritably, "No, I said is it necessary for you to drag so many people into the water?"

"Do you think it was me who pushed behind the scenes that caused the current situation?" Voldemort asked.

"Isn't it?" Brooke frowned.

But Voldemort didn't reply. The study was eerily quiet for a while. After a long silence, he suddenly said, "Do you remember Hope?"

A simple name immediately reminded Brook of the vivid scene from last year. He leaned back as if his strength had been drained, and closed his eyes again before saying, "I understand that I cannot fight against them alone. The current situation

It’s even less suitable for Xu Xu Tuzhi, your decision is right, Winter, it’s my problem.”

"Brooke, I told you that you and I are different. It's not too late to quit now."

His face was expressionless when he said this, and his deep, lifeless eyes seemed as if the calm surface was hiding a turbulent sea level, as if a dangerous shark would jump out at any time, flashing its sharp fangs and waiting for an opportunity to catch its prey.

At this moment, Brooke felt nervous for no reason and a sense of urgency that he had never experienced before, as if a pair of hands were strangling his throat. For two seconds, he even felt it was difficult to breathe.

At the end, Brooke suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, "Winter, you underestimate me too much. We are pretty familiar even if you don't say it. After all, I am also an Auror who has passed the exam seriously. Why are you talking so much about me?"

Have you become a coward who is naturally afraid of death?"

"Really?" He just raised his eyebrows.

"Of course! Although I have graduated several years ago, as a former Gryffindor, I don't want to embarrass my house. I really can't do such an act of bowing to evil forces."
Chapter completed!