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

Emily's home is in North Fledering, Yorkshire.Milkoda first came to Yorkshire by car, and then found a slightly trembling broken bottle emitting a blue light that only wizards could see from a hidden corner of a grassy field next to the station.

Mirkota pressed her fingers on it in disgust, as if a hook was behind the navel and slammed forward with an irresistible momentum, then both feet left the ground and flew up.It flew forward like a gust of wind, and couldn't see anything clearly.When Mirkota touched the ground with both feet, he was in a panic.

"Oh, Merlin! Milkoda, you're finally here, I've been waiting for you for a long time~" Emily pounced skillfully. "You have seen all my family members, so I don't need to introduce them. So come quickly, I will take you to your room~"

"Wait, Emily, let me clean myself up." Mirkoda struggled carefully not to hurt Emily. "Is it okay not to say hello to your parents?"

"It is said that a big person is coming today, and they are too excited to control us. Let's go, let's take you to the room." Emily dragged Milkoda's arm.

Along the way, Emily chattered about how boring the holidays were, and her parents and brother had been carefully preparing for the prom. "Your room is next to mine. We can play in the room together these two days! I'm sorry, Mom and Dad asked me not to take you around these few days. I can't take you on an adventure in the manor, but We can go play in the woods."

"Then is your study open to the public?" Mirkoda said jokingly.

"Of course! Honey, you know that I am completely open to you." Emily opened her arms and said exaggeratedly.

Mirkoda pushed her away expressionlessly: "No need, thank you!"

At the dance that night, Mirkota sat in the corner holding the fruit juice and watched the Joneses take their children around to chat with others.Suddenly, the originally noisy meeting place fell silent, and Mr. Jones announced in an extremely excited way: "Ladies and gentlemen, let us warmly welcome the greatest wizard of this century, the descendant of Slytherin——Lord Voldemort."

Standing proudly beside Mr. Jones, Voldemort nodded to everyone, and the people at the banquet kept cheering.After Voldemort gave an impassioned (and often) impassioned (brainwashing) (brainwashing) speech, the dance began.

Emily sneaked out from her parents and found Mirkota who was hiding in a corner and was studying the carpet pattern. "These people are so crazy! I don't understand why they worship that man, and so do my parents. They are all smug about being pure blood. Fortunately, I run fast, otherwise they would have recommended my brother and me. Give it to that person."

Milkoda patted Emily on the shoulder comfortingly, and handed her a piece of cake.

"Let's just hide here for one night today. I don't want to show it to others like an exhibit." Emily pouted with an unhappy expression on her face.

Emily (unilaterally) was chatting happily with Milkoda when a man stood in front of them, "Miss Williams, you are so beautiful today. Am I lucky enough to invite you to be my next dance partner?" Or a Malfoy-style ornate aria.

Milkoda raised her head and narrowed her eyes to look at Lucius, looking at him a little unnaturally, "Is there something wrong with me?"

Mirkoda said slowly, "No, I just want to know if your feet are strong?"

"..., please." Lucius didn't want to talk nonsense with her anymore, he directly took Milkoda's hand and dragged her into the dance floor.The two spun and swayed to the music.

In order not to make the scene awkward, Lucius tried to find a topic, "I don't know what Miss Williams usually does for fun."

"Hair extender is very easy to sell." Mirkoda glanced at his hair casually, and said, "The hair quality is good, but I use too much hair gel. It's easy to go bald!"

"...!" Do you know that if you chat like this, it is easy to have no friends!Lucius made up his mind that he would never talk about anything with this man who was suffering from the death of speech in the future.Jump now, and get out of here after the jump.

At the end of the song, the two bowed and said goodbye.Mirkoda suddenly said, "You should have a son after you turn 26, a Gemini."

Lucius, who had already turned to leave, heard Milkota's words, turned around and said with a smirk, "I didn't expect Miss Williams to have the prophesied bloodline?"

Mirkoda looked confused: "Huh? Ah, don't worry. I just suddenly..." Lucius didn't hear the next few words clearly.

Back in the corner, Mirkoda also felt a little strange. Recently, some scenes and sentences always flashed in his mind.For example, now, looking at the man standing in front of her with a displeased expression on his face, Mirkoda glanced at him, then began to lower her head to study his legs.

Voldemort, who was already receiving admiration and compliments from others, was complacent about this, and with a casual glance, he saw Milkoda dancing with Lucius on the dance floor, and was instantly furious.Someone even peeped at Kai's own little girl.Lucius Malfoy!You are doing well!I want you to take care of her, not to seduce her.He even held hands!Bastard, how dare you touch her waist!Sure enough, that old guy Abu is not upright, his father is a hooligan, and his son is not a good bird! (Abraxas takes the blame again!)

"You don't have anything to say when you see me!" Voldemort felt that Mirkoda's aesthetics were too poor, so he ignored a man as good as himself (don't you have any points in your heart for how disfigured you are now?), Intrigued by that golden onion on Lucius Malfoy!

"I don't know why, when I saw you, there was a voice in my head telling me." Mirkoda looked a little dazed, her eyes were unfocused.

Voldemort pricked up his ears, secretly pleased. "tell you what?"

"I should break your leg!"

"..." A pot of cold water poured into Voldemort's heart.WTF!What do you mean should break my leg?Did I provoke you?It's so annoying when we meet!Voldemort gritted his teeth: "The reason!"

"Huh? What?"

"The reason why you want to break my leg!"

"do not know!"

"You want to fight without knowing why? Are you kidding me?"

"If I knew the reason, I would have done it directly."

"So I have to thank you, I don't know!"

"Huh? Oh! You're welcome."

"Little bastard!" If it weren't for the need to maintain his image, Voldemort would have been grabbing Milkoda's shoulder and shaking it back and forth.

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