Comprehensive HP on the Possibility of Dual Cultivation of Magic and Martial Arts

"Welcome to my humble house, Mr. Voldemort." When Jason saw Voldemort, he tried hard to keep a straight face, trying not to laugh. "Pfft~" It's a pity~ it failed!

Voldemort's face turned black instantly, and he gritted his molars and said, "Thank you very much for your invitation, Mr. Williams. The welcome ceremony is really! Special! No!" You must have done the anti-apparition spell.

Jason: ╮(￣▽￣)╭I don't take the blame. "Ah, as long as you like it^o^! Please come in!"

While the three were chatting, Mirkoda took Martha out of Voldemort's arms, took her back to the bedroom to change her coat, put away the candy, and went back to the living room to listen to their conversation.And Olivia went to the kitchen at this time, leaving Jason to dismiss Voldemort.

"I have read all the books you recommended to me before, Mr. Williams, and I would like to ask your opinion on a few issues." Under the foreshadowing of a series of topics such as weather and academics, the two talked very well. joyous.Voldemort also began to shift the topic to his political aspirations and ideals.

"The expression [Wizards and Muggles] I said before is not accurate. The magic power of wizards is conceived in the blood. The purer the blood, the stronger the magic power. As powerful wizards, we should take greater responsibility , instead of being huddled in a small corner by Muggles like we are now. We should rise up..."

"Merlin!" Jason was startled by Voldemort's words: "Mr. Voldemort, are you serious? You are going to lead thousands of wizards with your pure-blood noble friends, no, get rid of hempseeds, half-bloods, yours The opposition faction and the neutral faction...will only support hundreds of wizards to death, and go...to occupy the whole of Britain? Or even the whole world?"

The corner of Voldemort's mouth twitched: No!You're thinking too much. Although I have such thoughts, I haven't even managed the wizarding world yet.And such a great ideal, coming out of Mr. Williams' mouth, why does it make people feel so awkward? "You misunderstood me..." Voldemort began to remedy: "I mean, for the betterment of the world, and of course for wizards and Muggles, only wizards (that is, me) who are better in every way can truly Lead them to a better life!"

"So... you want to be the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom?" Jason asked uncertainly. "That's ready, I can recommend you some more books."

Voldemort: "..." Why is it so hard to talk to this man?If you get to the point, sell my book! (-皮-) The great ambition of the Duke of Darkness has been distorted by the strange brain, and even Voldemort himself can't bear to look directly at it.

After some talking, he finally explained that he didn't want to be the so-called British Prime Minister, and persuaded Jason Williams not to sell him any more books. Voldemort felt physically and mentally exhausted.Let them play with this kind of weirdness by themselves, Death Eaters won't accept it.

The sumptuous dinner did not save Voldemort's depressed mood, until after the dinner was over, Voldemort immediately bid farewell.After Olivia said, "Welcome to [Magic Magic Shop] anytime in the future.", Voldemort secretly rolled his eyes, Welcome to come anytime?Can I go to your place to spend?Do not forget to do business at this time.snort!Profiteer!

After this visit, Voldemort gave up on lobbying the Williamses to join the Death Eaters.If these two things join in, they won't be Death Eaters anymore, and forget about the Book Selling Association.But apart from these two people, the little girl is still pretty good.

From then on, except for Voldemort's occasional visits to the Magic Shop, there was only the exchange of Christmas gifts, until Mirkoda was 11 years old.

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Small episode:

After going back on Halloween night, Voldemort brainwashed himself in the study, trying to make himself forget the magical words of Jason Williams.

Nagini squeezed in through the study door with his huge body shaking. "Vuddie, I smell candy."

"Are you a dog?"

"It doesn't matter, I want to eat candy! I saw you bought a lot of sizzling honey yesterday!" Nagini rubbed his body against Voldemort's leg coquettishly.

Voldemort glanced at the candy jars on the table, rummaged through them, picked the most sour one and threw it over, locked up the rest of the candy, and left the study, leaving only the sour snake rolling on the floor .