A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

In the infirmary on the second floor of Hogwarts Castle, several single beds covered with white sheets and pillows are neatly placed on both sides.

At this moment, the famous "Savior" Harry Potter was lying alone on the innermost bed, one of his legs was suspended in the air with a splint and a bandage, and one arm was also splinted and bandaged to his chest. forward.

Obviously, despite the intervention of Zuo Si, there was no liar Gilderoy Lockhart to cause trouble, but he still suffered a very serious injury during the game, so much so that even magic potion could not heal it immediately.

The arm was broken by a Bludger affected by the spell.

You don't need to ask to know that under that kind of terrifying kinetic energy impact, an ordinary human's fragile body would be quite lucky if it didn't break into two pieces and bleed heavily.

As for the leg, it was because it hit a piece of hardwood that was raised on the edge of the stand when it fell from the broom.

If he moves up a little further, he may have to say goodbye to his "little brother" for a while.

After all, even in the magical world, regenerating something is quite difficult and troublesome.

If he were unlucky enough to meet an unprofessional therapist, the Potter family might really be wiped out.

But Harry clearly had no regrets.

Because he won that fateful game and caught the Golden Snitch before the pesky Draco Malfoy did.

Especially after the game, seeing the opponent's ugly face as if it were his dead father, I felt an indescribable joy, even if it cost another leg or an arm, it was worth it.

As for the severe pain caused by broken hands and legs, it will pass if you grit your teeth and endure it.

Anyway, when he was living with the Dursleys, he was bullied, beaten, and injured by his classmates, and he managed to resist it all with willpower.

I have to say that this boy is indeed a cruel person to a certain extent, especially when he is extremely cruel to himself.

This can be seen from the fact that he was injured several times during the Quidditch match but never cried. Later, it developed to the point where he endured the Cruciatus Curse without making any sound.

You must know that even a twisted and crazy Death Eater like Bellatrix cannot withstand the pain caused by the Cruciatus Curse and will still let out heart-rending screams.

But at the moment, what bothered Harry Potter was not these, but the fact that he met the house elf who called himself Dobby again last night.

The other party not only admitted that he had done both of the closing of Platform Nine and Three-Quarters on the first day of school, but also that he had almost killed himself by manipulating the Bludger.

And he also swore that all this was for his own good, and that he could stay away from danger as long as he left Hogwarts.

Harry couldn't understand how the school could be in danger with Principal Dumbledore and many professors sitting around.

What's more, Voldemort and all the Death Eaters who caused trouble in the Ministry of Magic have now been wiped out in France.

Especially the photo of the Dark Lord dancing in a white silk skirt in the newspaper, which suddenly replaced the previous vicious and cruel image, making people want to laugh at a glance, and the original fear was also gone. fly.

Thinking of this, Harry turned his attention to the copy of the "Daily Prophet" that he had specially kept as a treasure on the bedside table, as well as the praises of Zuo Si in the above blockbuster, with a hint of envy in his eyes.

Because if I had such talent and strength, I wouldn't have to worry about the lightning-shaped Horcrux on my forehead.

Just when he was about to get up and pour himself a glass of water, he suddenly saw a familiar figure opening the door and walking in from the outside.

"Long time no see. I heard from Professor Snape that you were knocked off the broom by a Bludger and almost broke your neck?" Zuo Si took the initiative to say hello with a smile on his face.

"Sos? When did you come back?" Harry had an expression of great surprise on his face.

Zuo Si shrugged his shoulders and replied: "I just came back. Didn't I give you advice last time that it was best not to participate in the Quidditch game? It is too dangerous for you, and it is very easy to be used by people with ulterior motives. ."

"It's all because of that nasty Malfoy who took the initiative to provoke me. I can't let him look down on me, right?" Harry defended his impulsiveness.

In fact, when he saw the Bludger out of control on the field, he realized something was wrong.

However, the young man's competitive spirit prevented him from quitting the competition immediately. Instead, he risked his life and staged a "speed of life and death".

The last dangerous move that resulted in amputating hands and legs was the result of a large amount of adrenaline being secreted and the brain nerves being extremely excited by external stimulation.

"You two really love each other and kill each other..." Zuo Si held his forehead and complained in a low voice.

As a relatively rational person, he really couldn't understand how a simple failure to make friends could gradually turn into a bitter enemy that disliked each other.

Moreover, the hatred between the two sides is getting deeper and deeper.

Of course, in this matter, Master Malfoy, who has been spoiled since childhood, must be more responsible.

After all, he was the one who started the first few conflicts.

"Forget about Malfoy, tell me what happened in France? How did you defeat Voldemort and his Death Eaters?" Harry asked with a slightly excited and expectant tone.

"There's nothing worth saying. The Voldemort you saw in the newspaper was the same as the one who possessed Professor Quirrell last semester. It just took over the body of another person. It is not a real resurrection in the strict sense. If It's impossible for me to win the fully resurrected Voldemort so easily. As for the exaggerated descriptions in newspapers and magazines, just treat it as a joke." Zuo Si explained nonchalantly.

After all, the half-dead and fully resurrected Voldemort are two completely different creatures.

The latter's magic power alone can far surpass all other wizards in the world except Dumbledore.

"Even so, that's awesome. I'm not even qualified to stand in front of that person now." Harry subconsciously tightened his grip on the wand placed next to the pillow.

Zuo Si noticed the other party's little movements, smiled and comforted him: "Don't worry, no matter who you are, it takes time to grow. As long as you are willing to spend time and energy to learn and exercise, you will one day be able to gain the strength to confront him head-on. Oh, by the way, I also brought you a gift, I hope you like it."

Say it, Zuo Si took out a brown wooden box slightly larger than an adult male's hand from his pocket and handed it over.

Harry quickly took it, opened it, and was stunned for a moment.

Because what was placed in the box was nothing else but a very delicate and beautiful silver revolver.

If you are a child who grew up in a pure-blood wizard family, you may not recognize what this thing is.

But Harry had lived in the Muggle world for eleven years and was very aware of the terrifying power of weapons like guns.

Many movies and TV series have repeatedly shown that if you are not hit by this thing, the possibility of surviving is definitely not very high.

Especially the one in the box, you can tell by looking at the magazine that it uses large-caliber bullets with extremely lethal power.

"How is it? Do you like it?" A hint of playfulness flashed in Zuo Si's eyes.

Obviously, he gave the savior a gun out of some evil interest, and wanted to see how Voldemort would react if he was hit by this thing when he was resurrected again in the future.

If you die with a headshot, the scene will be very exciting.

You must know that even a wizard like Dumbledore cannot maintain a large amount of protective magic 24 hours a day.

This means that most wizards will be injured and die even if they are hit by bullets.

What's more, the gun in the box is not an ordinary gun, but an out-and-out magic item.

Because wizards are not fools and know how rapidly and destructively Muggle weapons have developed after the two world wars.

Therefore, while adding the Muggle-repelling curse, there will also be a curse that makes all things invented through science unusable.

If someone wants to break into a place where wizards gather with a gun and kill, even if he successfully resists the expulsion spell, he will find that the firing pin cannot activate the gunpowder in the bullet when he pulls the trigger.

In the same way, artillery, explosives, grenades, incendiary bombs, cloud bombs, nuclear bombs, as well as missiles, aircraft, tanks, warships and other advanced weapons will all fail under the influence of magic due to various unexpected situations. .

This is why, even though technology in the Muggle world is advancing rapidly, wizards in the magical world still don't have much sense of crisis.

Looking at the silver revolver in front of him, Harry was stunned for two or three minutes, and then he came back to his senses and asked in an unbelievable tone: "Where did you get this?"

"A little gift given to me privately by a wizard family from Switzerland.

I secretly made some modifications and enchantments to it so that it can still be used normally even in a place like Hogwarts.

Of course, the bullets must also be specially made.

The next time you encounter Voldemort or his Death Eaters, you may consider using this gun if the spell is not very effective.

Believe me, until you reach a certain level of spell proficiency, this thing is much easier to use than a wand.

At that time, you only need to take it out, aim at the target, and then pull the trigger continuously.

Maybe after one round of shooting, Voldemort's head would be like a watermelon that fell to the ground and shattered. "

Zuo Si strongly recommended in an inflammatory tone.

"I...can I try?"

There was a look of eagerness in Harry's eyes.

"Hold on!"

Zuo Si raised his hand and cast a spell on the door, completely blocking all sounds in the room, and then made a gesture of invitation.

Harry understood immediately, picked up the revolver, stuffed a blue-marked bullet into the magazine, aimed at the ceiling above his head and pulled the trigger.

The next second...

A dazzling blue spark appeared the moment the hammer hit the primer of the bullet!

Then the violent force in the opposite direction almost made him unable to hold the gun.

Before he could realize what was happening, the entire chandelier on the ceiling above his head was engulfed in a ball of dazzling blue electric light.

Although it was muted by magic, no sound was made, and everything was done in complete silence.

But Harry knew that without the spell, no matter whether he fired a gun or the electric arc jumped between the chandeliers on the ceiling overhead, there would definitely be a loud noise.

In about two or three seconds, when the electric energy in the bullets was consumed, three huge copper chandeliers fell directly from the height, smashing hard on the ground and the surrounding hospital beds.

It was obvious that the metal rings holding the chandeliers in place had completely softened under repeated lightning strikes.

Seeing the mess in the entire infirmary, Harry stared at the revolver in his hand, his mouth wide open and speechless in shock.

He couldn't believe in his dreams that all of this was the result of pulling the trigger once.

But in terms of lethality and destructive power, this thing is indeed much easier to use than a magic wand.

"Recover as before!"

"How? I didn't lie to you, did I?"

Zuo Si asked with a smile while casting a spell to restore everything to normal.

Harry nodded excitedly: "This thing is awesome! With it, if Voldemort comes to trouble again, I will give him a good beating. Thank you, this is the best thing I have ever received in my life." It’s a gift.”

"You're welcome. There are twenty-three bullets here, I think it should be enough for you to use for a while. Also, promise me, no matter how much you hate Malfoy, you won't point this thing at his head, okay?" "

Zuo Si also took the opportunity to make a small request.

"Hey, don't worry, although I hate Malfoy, I'm far from wanting his life."

Harry carefully put the gun back into the box and agreed without thinking.

While the two were talking, Madam Pomfrey walked in from the door at some point and urged with an unhappy look: "The visiting hours are over, it's time for you to leave. The patient needs to rest now."

"Of course, ma'am."

Zuo Si turned around and walked out without saying a word.

But before he could take a few steps, he heard Harry shouting from behind.

"Wait! Soth! I have another question to ask you."

"Oh? What is it?"

Zuo Si stopped and turned around to look at the savior lying on the bed.

This question was obviously more private. Harry didn't want Madam Pomfrey to be around, so he gave Madam Pomfrey a pleading look.

The latter hesitated for a moment and quickly said: "I'll give you five more minutes."

After that, she left the ward and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

After watching the respected school nurse walk away completely, Harry asked in an uncertain tone: "Do you know about house elves?"

Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Of course I know. They were originally a very powerful race in ancient times.

But later, a war broke out with the wizards, and they were eventually slaughtered mercilessly. Only a handful of docile cubs were kept as slaves.

And these cubs are the blood source of house elves.

Through magical intervention and taming from generation to generation, these little things gradually become servile and extremely loyal to their masters, making them the most ideal servants.

However, their number has never been large, and they cannot be bought with money. Only those pure-blood or mixed-blood families with a long history have them.

To put it simply, house elves are equivalent to slaves in the magical world. Both their life and personal freedom are completely under the control of their master. "

"You mean...house elves usually only act on their master's orders?" Harry frowned.

"That's right. For house elves, serving a family and its master is a supreme honor. Any house elves who are expelled for making mistakes will not only be spurned by wizards, but also despised by their own kind. ." Zuo Si replied straightforwardly.

"Then are there house elves who secretly take some actions behind their master's back?" Harry asked in an uncertain tone.

Hearing these words, Zuo Si immediately realized that this was the visit of the Malfoy elf named Dobby, and said in a slightly playful tone: "Generally speaking, this situation is very rare, but it does not mean that No. After all, there will never be a shortage of outliers in any group. In addition, if there are such house elves, I suggest you pay more attention."

"Why?" Harry blinked in confusion.

"Because all the ancient wizarding families in the entire magical world will not like the existence of such house elves. Because no one knows whether its deviant behavior will spread like a spark among other house elves, eventually leading to A large-scale resistance and uprising, and even a war that affected most of the magical world."

Zuo Si pointed out Dobby's particularity very clearly.

Because this is currently the only house elf who is not willing to be enslaved and has made a substantial act of resistance.

Although in the eyes of many people, this kind of resistance is just a tiny spark, it is still far from being able to really make a big splash.

But he knew that the large-scale withdrawal of slavery from the historical stage was caused by the ignition of these small sparks to form a prairie fire.

If Lucius learns of this, he will definitely give Dobby a set of Cruciatus Curses, then behead him and make a specimen to warn other house elves in the manor.

Yes!

There is not only one Dobby in the Malfoy family, but several house elves serving him.

Harry obviously didn't understand the complex interest entanglement behind it. He just raised his head and asked: "But they are just fighting for freedom. What's wrong with that?"

Zuo Si explained with a playful expression: "Think about it, if those ancient families lost the service of house elves, they would have to clean the house, cook, wash clothes, mow lawns and gardens, and clean up all kinds of pests by themselves.

How can we maintain a decent life and the sense of superiority of a pure-blood family then?

Remember, Potter, not the right thing in this world will necessarily win the support and approval of everyone.

More often than not, what people actually care about are tangible benefits.

When you can bring huge benefits to some people, even if it is wrong, they will choose to support it without hesitation.

On the other hand, if you infringe on the interests of some people, even if it is right, they will do their best to stop and destroy it.

As slaves to the magical world, the existence of house elves is the best example.

If you want to change all this, the first thing you need is strength, a force strong enough to crush all opposition. "

"Like Voldemort?"

Harry made a shocking statement.

In fact, due to the Horcrux, his thoughts, personality and many aspects are often inevitably affected by it.

If anyone else heard this sentence, they would probably faint on the spot.

But Zuo Si touched his chin and responded with interest: "Yes, just like Voldemort. Although his methods and the theories he advocated are wrong, he used strong power to subdue opponents and promote his ideas. It's a good choice. Well, that's the end of today's conversation, I don't want to be driven away by Madam Pomfrey a second time."

After that, Zuo Si turned around and left the infirmary, and after a while he disappeared near the stairs leading to the lower level.

As for Harry Potter, he was lying alone on the hospital bed with a thoughtful expression on his face.

…

As Zuo Si reappeared in everyone's sight, many Hogwarts students fell into a fanatical personality cult for him.

After all, it was an almost crushing defeat of the Dark Lord and his most powerful and loyal Death Eaters, and he single-handedly dispelled the dark clouds hanging over the British wizarding world.

This record alone is enough to make him a hot star.

In addition, students at Hogwarts are just in their teenage years and are most likely to develop idols and power worship.

So no matter where Zuo Si went, he would always be followed by a group of boring guys who wanted to observe and imitate his words and deeds.

If he didn't exude a cold and unapproachable aura, he would have been surrounded by ardent fans.

Especially the "little snakes" from Slytherin House looked at Zuo Si with admiration in their eyes.

After all, he was the first person in this world who dared to judge Voldemort to his face as a coward and a loser.

Even the number of students taking the elective course on making magic scrolls has skyrocketed because of this, and the seats are packed almost every time, which is in sharp contrast to Snape's temporary and lifeless Defense Against the Dark Arts course.

As for poor Gilderoy Lockhart, although he was not completely sucked dry by Voldemort's Horcrux - the diary and died, his body has become extremely weak due to the long-term erosion of dark magic. He is currently lying in the Holy Light. Ge was unconscious on the bed at the Magic Injury and Injury Hospital.

According to the attending physician, it is very likely that he will never wake up again in his life.

Of course, thanks to Lockhart's contribution, Zuo Si has completely mastered the method of making Horcruxes and the complex principles behind them.

In this way, in peace and tranquility, Christmas arrived as scheduled.

Since the Horcrux had been eliminated in advance and the Basilisk was hidden by Voldemort, the atmosphere in the school was no different from before.

Most students signed up to go home and spend time with their parents and relatives.

Even Harry, who originally wanted to stay in school, was prohibited from signing the stay list by Snape using semi-coercive means.

The only regret that Zuo Si felt was that without the basilisk attack in the original plot, Hermione would naturally not be able to prepare polyjuice potion and then transform into that cute Catwoman form.

For Furikong, this makes him feel more inexplicably excited than the normal human form.

Maybe……

Can he deliberately create an accident and have some up-close interaction with a girl who has turned into a half-cat, half-human form?

"Hey! Soth! What are you thinking about?"

Following the girl's cry, Zuo Si quickly came back from his wonderful fantasy and immediately responded with a guilty conscience: "No, it's nothing. I was just thinking about how to spend the Christmas vacation."

"Really? Why do I feel that the look in your eyes just now seemed strange, as if you were thinking about something rude?" Hermione's eyes showed strong suspicion.

"How could it be! What's more, we are so close to each other. Even if we are rude, how can we be so rude?"

Zuo Si pulled the girl closer to his arms and tried to divert her attention by kissing her.

It had to be said that compared to him, who was experienced in this area, Hermione was too immature. She was teased so hard that she blushed and completely forgot what she wanted to say.

In the end, it was the cry of the poisonous leopard on the side that made the girl suddenly come back to her senses. She quickly straightened her messy clothes, hair and skirt, and said in a slightly twisted voice: "My parents want to invite you to come." We’re spending Christmas Eve together at home, are you free?”

"Are you going home?" Zuo Si raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Because the Grangers' income was definitely considered upper-middle class in this era, but their house was not that big.

According to the girl's own introduction, the first floor is basically the living room and kitchen. Apart from the master bedroom, the second floor only has her room and a storage room full of sundries. There is no guest room at all.

Zuo Si was a little confused. Where did the other party plan to let him rest at night?

Although staying up all night was as easy for him as eating and drinking, the Grangers certainly didn't know this.

Are British parents so open-minded that they allow their daughters to sleep in the same room with male classmates at such an age?

Hermione obviously noticed something from Zuo Si's expression, and immediately blushed and explained: "Don't get it wrong! My parents have cleared out the utility room on the second floor. You can sleep next to me."

"Is there any surprise on Christmas Eve?" Zuo Si asked with a half-smile.

"You...what surprise do you want?" Hermione was obviously nervous and flustered.

Zuo Si smiled slightly and whispered into the girl's ear.

moment!

The latter became angry and raised his leg and kicked Zuo Si, and said viciously: "Don't even think about it!"

Zuo Si was not angry, but smiled and spread his hands: "Then I have to decline the kindness of Mr. and Mrs. Granger. How about this, how about you let your parents come to my house?"

"Go to your home?"

Hermione was stunned for a moment.

Because she doesn't know where this so-called "home" actually refers.

Is it the house in the Muggle community of London, or the property in the wizarding world.

"You haven't been to the house I bought in the forest, have you? I just took this opportunity to go and see it together, and get to know the way. Believe me, the scenery there is beautiful, and there are also attentive services from house elves. ." Zuo Si took the initiative to send out the invitation.

"Sounds good. Let me tell my father and mother when I get back." Hermione was obviously moved.

So far, she had not seen what a wizard's home was like.

"In that case, it's settled. After sending your parents home after Christmas Eve, I happen to have some secrets to show you."

After that, Zuo Si kissed the girl on the forehead, and then threw all the pieces of meat in the bucket to the poisonous sac leopard cub that had grown up a lot.

After being fed by its owner, the little leopard immediately devoured the food.

It has no idea that it will soon be given as a gift to a certain goddess and then be transformed by divine power.

"secret?"

Hermione's eyes shone slightly.

After all, ever since she realized that Zuo Si was most likely a human from another world, she had been looking forward to the moment when the truth would be revealed.

"Yes! It's a secret. I hope you are mentally prepared. Because once you know this, you will never look back." Zuo Si raised his hand and gently smoothed the long hair hanging down by the girl's ears.

But Hermione didn't care at all about such warning words. Instead, she raised her chin and replied affectionately: "As long as I can be with you, it doesn't matter even if this road leads to hell."

"You can't tell that our top student lady also has some crazy qualities in her bones." Zuo Si joked with a smile.

"No way! In order to match a madman like you, I have to turn myself into a crazy woman." Hermione winked playfully.

After deciding how to spend Christmas Eve, the two quickly returned to their dormitories to pack their things and prepare to board the Hogwarts Express.

Just when Zuo Si walked into the Slytherin common room, he suddenly saw Gemma Farley blocking his way.

At this moment, the female prefect changed into a set of casual clothes. Her black hair had obviously just been washed, and she even had a very delicate face painted on her face. She was also carrying a box in her hand. She was obviously going home for Christmas. Festival.

Out of curiosity, Zuo Si asked in a low voice: "Is something wrong?"

"I want to talk to you alone, are you free?" Gemma Farley stated her intention straight to the point.

"I should still have some time before the Hogwarts Express sets off." Zuo Si gave a positive answer after thinking for a moment.

Soon, under the leadership of Gemma Farley, the two walked into an empty women's dormitory of Slytherin House.

After repeatedly confirming that no one was eavesdropping, the female prefect took off her coat to reveal a black dress with hollow lace underneath, and asked in a seductive tone: "What do you think of me?"

"you?"

Zuo Si looked up and down with an appreciative eye, and then commented: "The figure is quite curvy. Coupled with the combination of this dress and black stockings, as well as the unruly and ambitious temperament, it is barely a hundred percent." Maybe eighty-five points.”

"In other words, I am still attractive to you?" Gemma Farley showed a proud smile.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Zuo Si raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

Because the scene before him was too familiar to him.

As early as when I was an apprentice in the Mage Tower of the Floating City, similar temptations were played out again and again.

Moreover, there are basically some vicious-minded and ambitious seniors who want to climb up the ranks.

There is no doubt that the female prefect of Slytherin House in front of her exudes exactly the same aura as them.

The only difference is that Hogwarts still has legal and moral constraints, and there is no situation where apprentices are encouraged to compete, murder, and eliminate each other.

Otherwise, it is estimated that all the people in the other three houses would have died long ago, and in the end only Slytherin will be left, who will do whatever it takes to achieve their goals.

"How about I be your subordinate and lover? Don't worry, I have a strict mouth and am good at keeping secrets. I will never be discovered by Hermione Granger. And..."

Gemma Farley suddenly bent down and whispered seductively into Zuo Si's ear: "I can give you the excitement and wildness that she can never show."

"Sounds like a great idea. But the question is, what do you want from me?"

As if he was not affected at all, Zuo Si turned his head and stared into the other person's black eyes and asked.

Gemma Farley was obviously surprised that the junior student in front of her could still remain calm under such circumstances, and could even be said to be indifferent.

You must know that she has tried the same method on other boys, but without exception, the other boys would lose their minds like wild beasts in heat.

After a moment of silence, the female prefect took a deep breath and said solemnly: "I hope to have a career of my own in the Ministry of Magic, so I need your support and help."

"You also want to be the Minister of Magic?" Zuo Si raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"That's right! I not only want to be the Minister of Magic, but also the youngest and longest-serving Minister of Magic. And you will be my master, the real controller behind the magic world."

Gemma Farley knelt down on one knee in an elegant gesture and kissed the magic ring worn on Zuo Si's finger.

This is a very symbolic move.

Throughout Europe, whether in the Muggle world or the wizarding world, it means loyalty and obedience.

Zuo Si did not refuse the other party's action of kissing the ring, but said in a slightly appreciative tone: "I like your ambition and boldness. But whether you are worthy of all this, it will take time to prove. Knowing Umri Is that weird? Just go find her after you graduate and she will arrange a suitable position for you."

"Umbridge? She's yours!"

Gemma Farley raised her head suddenly, her eyes flashing with undisguised surprise and enthusiasm.

Because if this is true, it means that Zuo Si has already reached into the Ministry of Magic and controls a huge political force.

"my people?

No, no, no, I don't like that short-sighted fool.

She is just a pawn.

If you behave well enough, I can always let you replace her.

But if your performance doesn't satisfy me, or if you feel your wings are getting tough and you want to fly solo, I also don't mind letting someone else replace you.

After all, the British wizarding world is so dangerous. Even if Voldemort and his Death Eaters suddenly return and kill one or two Ministers of Magic, it's not worth making a fuss about..."

While saying these words, Zuo Si raised the wand and lightly traced it on Gemma Farley's slender white neck, and slowly moved downwards against the skin until it stopped at the heart.

This kind of fear was mixed with emotions of excitement, fanaticism and admiration, making this ambitious female prefect feel unprecedented excitement, and her whole body was shaking slightly uncontrollably.

As a member of Slytherin House, she was born with no resistance to the powerful, confident and evil-scented opposite sex.

To some extent, Gemma Farley is not fundamentally different from the crazy Bellatrix.

It's just that the latter has a more assertive personality, while the former is relatively calm and calm.

"It is the greatest honor of my life to be able to meet you and serve you. I swear that I will never let you down, let alone betray you."

Gemma Farley allowed the wand to be pressed against her heart without any resistance. Instead, she puffed out her chest and showed her best side, with a trace of expectation in her eyes.

Unfortunately, Zuo Si did not take any further action. He took back his wand and nodded with satisfaction: "Very good! I'm looking forward to your performance. Now, you can go."

"Leave?" Gemma Farley was slightly stunned. "Don't you need my services?"

"No need! At least not now. Because when I don't want it, no one can force me, and when I want it, no one can refuse me. If one day I need your service, I will appear directly at In front of you and give orders. Before that, all you need to do is to do your job well. "

After saying this, Zuo Si left the empty girls' dormitory without hesitation.

As for Gemma Farley, she stayed where she was. She seemed to have just experienced an after-party, with an extremely satisfied expression on her face. She whispered in a voice that only she could hear clearly: "That's right! This is what happened." The master I look forward to serving. Strong, calm, wise, and brooking no doubt."

After about three to five minutes, she slowly stood up from the ground, put on the coat again, regained her usual aloof temperament, picked up her suitcase and set off on her way home.

After Zuo Si returned to his place of residence, he was packing his things and complained: "I found that the wizards in this world, especially the students who graduated from Slytherin College, have a little abnormal brain circuits. They always seem to want to Find yourself a backer and master, and then go crazy and build an irrational personality cult."

"What's wrong with this? Isn't it just convenient for you to start? I think Gemma Farley just now is very good. She has ambition and ability, and her appearance and figure are not bad. She will be a good lover. Wait for Umri After Qi is abandoned, she can perfectly take the former's place and become one of your grippers to secretly control the world."

The diary expressed his opinion nonchalantly.

"Do you think I still need a hand to control this world? The soul well, the source of magic, is now in my possession. As long as I solve the problem of time magic and retrieve the lost seal scroll, no matter what I want, No one can stop anything in this world." Zuo Si rolled his eyes angrily.

The diary said with great disdain: "Then why did you accept Gemma Farley's allegiance just now? Wouldn't it be better to let her get out of here?"

Zuo Si sneered and shook his head: "No, you don't understand. If I don't accept my allegiance, Gemma Farley may defect to Voldemort in the future, or even become a sacrificed pawn. Even if she looks at her former opponent in the first grade For the sake of my kindness, I will give her a hand."

"So...are you doing this out of pity?" There was a hint of playfulness in the diary's tone.

"It's not pity. After all, Gemma Farley's outstanding talents are there, and she will definitely be a very capable strong woman in the future. Her development potential is about the same as Hermione's. Maybe she will be able to do so at some time. It comes in handy. After all, there is never too much talent reserve. By the way, how do you think Talona will react if I give the Poison Sac Leopard as a gift?" Zuo Si asked casually.

"Hmm - I think it will probably be ecstasy. After all, she has always given you things, and this is the first time you give her something. And the poison-sac leopard is very suitable as a symbol of the goddess of poison and disease. If in The proliferation of Faerun will inevitably increase its influence and provide powerful assistance to its Druid followers." The diary analyzed seriously.

Zuo Sishen nodded in agreement and continued to ask: "Do you think I can use this thing to trade with the goddess for a great druid?"

"Arch Druid? Oh - my God! Do you want to..."

The diary is connected to the mind of its creator and immediately realizes what its owner wants to do.