Afterwards, Voldemort went to the Magic Shop several times and never saw the little girl again, and was told that the little girl had gone to school in the Muggle world.Voldemort who is looking for who is not there "..." After many inquiries and follow-ups by his subordinates, he finally found out that the little girl Mirkoda Williams is now at the Leather Street Primary School in Medway, Kent.

In the past month, when Mirkota went out, she always felt that someone was following her.After school in the evening, he deliberately dawdled until everyone had left before Mirkoda stepped out of the school gate.The usual 15-minute journey home was infinitely extended as Mirkoda took two steps and one step back... When Mirkoda heard the sound of breaking through the air behind his ears, Mirkoda made a V in his heart, "I'm hooked~"

Voldemort, who had just apparated to the vicinity of the Leather Street Primary School, was taken aback when he saw a wretched, slovenly man with a stubble behind Mirkoda, throwing a wooden stick at her. "Be careful..." Voldemort, who had no time to shout, immediately pulled out his wand and prepared to give him Cruciatus, but... the development of the matter seemed to be beyond his cognition...

Milkoda lowered her head and dodged the whistling wooden stick, first she turned around and kicked the broken wooden stick, then punched the man in the face, and finally jumped up and grabbed the man's collar, kicking hard—it didn't hit Stomach, the position was a bit lower, Mirkoda made a pitiful "stain", and the man rolling on the ground who didn't care about the pain at all was in excruciating pain.

The one who felt the same pain was Voldemort who watched the whole process.To be honest, before he saw the final blow, Voldemort was in a daze. There was absolutely no need to play by himself... The little girl solved it all by herself, and the clean and neat movements made Voldemort wonder if someone drank the compound soup Pretend.However, Mirkoda's next move dispelled his thoughts... She is definitely the one who is so cruel!

What is Mirkota doing now?She is untying her shoelaces, and she just wears canvas shoes today, the shoelaces are long~╮( ̄▽ ̄)╭, two of them are just enough to tie people~.

Milkoda stepped on the back of the wretched man and tried to tie his hands together.Voldemort said that he couldn't watch anymore, he immediately waved his wand and swung a speedy prison.

Mirkota "..." glanced at Voldemort, and began to squat down and knock the man on the head.

"What are you doing?" said Voldemort, grinding his back teeth.

"You just used magic!"

"……"how?Not because of you little bastard.

"I have to hit him with amnesia, he won't remember. Wizards can't be exposed to Muggles." Mirkoda said confidently.

"..." So you think it's my fault?Voldemort glared at Milkoda.

"..." Isn't it?Milkoda's stare back.

Not to be outdone, the two stared wide-eyed.After staring for a while, Mirkoda turned her head to look around.

"...What do you want to do?"

"Find a payphone."

"Payphone? What do you do?" What's that?

"Call the police and contact my parents to deal with it." Mirkoda gestured to the man who was still trapped on the ground with his eyes.

"You can give him to me." Do you think I'm dead?

Seeing Mirkoda's "Are you okay" look in his eyes, Voldemort decided to let her experience Lord Voldemort's ability and aura of [-] meters.

—————————— I am the dividing line that Voldemort asked his men to come down to solve the follow-up problems———————————

Watching the wretched man being taken away by the people Voldemort called with the Dark Mark.Mirkoda muttered in a low voice, "Tattoos are ugly."

( ̄д ̄#): "Let's go, I'll take you home. Take back your eyes." Mirkoda looked at him with anti-wolf eyes.Stains ~ really want to pump her.

"You want to steal my parents from me?" Voldemort, choked by Mirkota's words, directly lifted her collar and walked towards Black Street like a cat.

"You are a wizard, you should use [Quick Imprisonment] instead of shoelaces to tie people up!"

"I don't have a wand." No common sense!

"..., to erase people's memories, you should use [All Forgetfulness] instead of hitting people with amnesia!"

"I don't have a wand."

"..., and, contacting others is not about looking for something public..., it doesn't matter. You can use [Calling Guardian] to summon the patron saint."

"I don't have a wand."

"……,alright, you win."

"Also, remember! As a little girl, don't be so cruel, let alone kick people down. But your vigilance is not bad."

"Hmm...you mean?" Mirkoda thought for a while. "It's okay to grow up? Okay~"

"..." No, I didn't mean that.Voldemort had a headache.

"What are your actions today...?"

"Oh, Chinese Kung Fu and women's wolf defense. My father enrolled me in interest classes." Mirkoda gave Voldemort a strange look. "Interested? Want to learn?"

"..., you're thinking too much!" Who wants to learn women's wolf defense?You have raised your daughter so cruelly, can you marry her in the future? (Jason: Fuck off, it's none of your business, you need to worry about it!)

"If you're interested, I can teach you~"

"Shut up! I can teach you powerful spells in the future..."

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah Masha ~ you come to pick me up ~" Milkoda saw the cat waiting on the street excitedly skipped over Voldemort and returned to his collar and rushed to pick up Masha and put his face Buried in Martha's stomach, rub, rub, rub~

Voldemort... glared at Martha.He took Milkoda in his hand again.

Martha: Oh, the staff!

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