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

[Voldemort's perspective]

Amidst the clouds and mist, Voldemort, who was hiding behind the stone pillar, saw a white and sexy female jade body. The smooth and delicate back was even more seductive against the backdrop of a black bikini.The brown hair was coiled behind the head, revealing a beautiful neck, and the white arms stretched back, the water droplets brought out splashed on the body, across the skin, down the waistline, and then down until they disappeared.

Voldemort swallowed, feeling his nose itchy, and a stream of warm liquid flowed out of his nostrils.The body that started to tremble from being too excited was a little unsteady.Happiness came so suddenly that people were caught off guard.

【Mirkota's Perspective】

Mirkoda, who had been soaking in the water for more than half an hour, felt a little dizzy, she slowly stood up from the water, stretched, and yawned.Hearing a "gudong" behind her, Mirkoda rubbed her eyes and turned around to look over, only to see Voldemort in a black bathrobe sitting slumped on the ground, staring straight at her, nosebleeds blissfully, following the waterfall like.Then I rolled my eyes and passed out... fainted... passed... went... gone...

Mirkoda rolled her eyes: With this quality, you can still be the Dark Lord?

[Voldemort's perspective]

Although Voldemort has always known that he likes the little girl Mirkoda, after all, she was still young before, and he didn't want to be a child lover so frenziedly (Abraxas: Lord, are you sorry? I feel uncomfortable when I say this Does your face hurt?).But this time it's different, I haven't seen each other for a long time, the little girl has grown up so much all of a sudden, people who are hooked by every frown and smile want to commit a crime.Especially the group of young wolves with big tails who were still around, deeply stimulated the glass-like self-esteem of Voldemort's old man.He absolutely does not admit that he is old, (You are almost fifty years old.) He is just more mature than them.

Voldemort, who firmly believed that he was still only [-] years old, never expected that Mr. and Mrs. Jones would do everything they could to get their daughter into his bed, even using such a detrimental trick.It's fine if it's someone else, and Voldemort's half-pushing and half-pushing will be like that. After all, if one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer, others will not say much.But who is that Jones?That's the little girl's friend. If the little girl knows (already knows.) It's not just a matter of breaking the leg.Fortunately, there was an accident in the middle, but this accident made Voldemort extremely satisfied...too much.

Voldemort, who obviously felt that he was about to lose control, held down his restless heart, and slowly walked out from behind the stone pillar.Due to unsteady steps, he fell to the ground.He knew that he was completely doomed, and this time he was completely in the hands of that little bastard, Mirkota.

Voldemort felt that the time in the whole world was slowing down, and the movement of turning around after Mirkoda noticed him also became a frame-by-frame freeze. This feeling was like unwrapping the gift he was looking forward to little by little. Like the packaging, Voldemort was having difficulty breathing while clutching his heart that was about to jump out.

Finally, the little girl turned around completely. With misty eyes, innocent surprised expression, teardrops hanging on the wet eyelashes, slightly opened mouth and the girl's half-covered breasts, Voldemort felt that he had come to heaven in an instant.His gaze was so tightly stuck to Mirkoda's body that he couldn't pull it off.When the little girl tilted her head and looked at her cutely, her nosebleeds became more cheerful, and the rushing could not stop.Then Voldemort's eyes darkened, and he shouted in his heart: My image of being wise and mighty!just passed out...

【Mirkota's Perspective】

Frowning, Mirkoda swam back to the shore, went to Voldemort's body and kicked it with her feet, but there was no response.Take a breath, um, not dead.He took a bath towel and put it on his body, planning to go out and call someone.As a result... the only door was locked!The door was pushed to no avail, and no one answered when knocked on the door.In line with the principle of not damaging public facilities, Mirkoda came back and began to pick off Voldemort's clothes to find the wand.

The Ministry of Magic only restricts students at school from being able to use their own wands to perform magic, and it doesn't matter if they use someone else's.So after finding the magic wand, the first thing Mirkoda did was to open the door... Hey~ Even the Alahoo hole can't be opened. It seems that the Joneses have spent all their money, and the plan is to die if it doesn't work!

In addition to only one towel around, only the bath towel on his body and the bathrobe on Voldemort's body are left.In desperation, Mirkota could only make the towel bigger and thicker and spread it on the ground, kneel on it with the bath towel on, and let Voldemort's head rest on her lap.Pass the time by counting the stars and splashing the water.

[Voldemort's perspective]

It was half an hour later when I woke up again.As soon as he opened his eyes, Voldemort almost passed out happily again.He was lying in the arms of the little girl, still resting on her lap.The round and full breasts are right above his eyes, making people dizzy.Voldemort really wanted to lie down like this forever if he could.

"you're awake?"

"Mike." Voldemort, immersed in happiness, had pink bubbles all over his body, and rubbed his head against the girl's lower abdomen.

"Get out of bed when you wake up." Mir, the little expert who ruined the atmosphere, Keda went online.

"Mike, you can really spoil the atmosphere." Voldemort pretended to complain, but he still stood up and stretched out his hand to help Mikota up.

"Don't move me yet, let me take it easy, you are too heavy." Mirkoda, who had been kneeling for half an hour, was so numb that she couldn't stand up.It looks like a small ball, very weak and easy to bully.

"Leg numb?" Voldemort raised his eyebrows: a good chance.He took off the bathrobe directly, and pulled off the towel on Mirkoda's body. A princess hugged Mirkota up, stepped into the hot spring and sat down.Relying on the fact that Mirkota's leg was numb and temporarily unable to move, Voldemort put one arm on her shoulder shamelessly, and moved his hand up and down her leg with the other, calling it a massage.

"Fudi, why do you always know that there are tigers in the mountains and lean towards the tigers?" Mirkoda admired Voldemort's death-killing ability.

Voldemort nuzzled Milkoda's cheek with his still-surviving nose, and sneaked a kiss along the way. "Baby, don't say such words that destroy the atmosphere at this time."

"Who cares baby, do I know you very well? Huh? Are you still drinking?" Smelling the smell of red wine still in Voldemort's mouth, Mirkoda pushed his face away in disgust.

"Jones took me to have a few drinks just now, and I brought the rest." Voldemort raised his chin, motioning her to look at the half bottle of red wine by the pool.

Mirkota put her arms around Voldemort's neck and looked at him with half-closed eyes, "No wonder. I've been wondering what happened to the red wine over there just now. I remember that everyone should go out to play hot air balloons tonight." Why are you here? this.

"If there are no accidents, they shouldn't be able to come back for a while. Jones and the others have arranged a lot of activities tonight." Milkota's bold action directly knocked Voldemort out of his mind.

"What about Mr. and Mrs. Jones?" Milkoda pressed her body against Voldemort's chest and rubbed it.

"If nothing else happens, they went out on a date, and they probably won't be back until eleven o'clock." Voldemort's rationality shouted to remind him to pay attention to himself.

"The door is locked." Continue rubbing.

"If there is no accident, he should still have a protective spell." Zhizhi cried in the wind: "Don't you want me?"

"So, you already knew who should be staying here?" Mirkoda smiled brilliantly.

"If there is no accident, it should be Ai... Ai, ai, ai, oh my god." Voldemort, who almost (no, already) slipped his mouth, returned to his senses in an instant.

"Ai what? Go on, Fudi?" Mirkoda sat on him, grinning grinningly, while moving her fingers and wrists "click".

"...That, that, Mi, Mi Ke, listen to my explanation!"

"Explain? If the mind of the great Lord Dark Lord is not filled with goldfish, you should remember what I said just two hours ago? Besides, sir, you took advantage of it just now, do you think I Will you let me go?" Mirkoda, who had an aura of [-] meters, held Voldemort in a corner, "Come on, choose, do you do it yourself, or I will interrupt it for you."

“米可，我的意思是艾……”眼看着米尔珂达要直接动手揍人了，伏地魔急中生智，大喊了一句：“我爱你！”

"..." Mirkoda paused, she looked at Voldemort in disbelief, her eyes widened.Voldemort secretly gave himself 32 likes for his wit.

"Fudi." Mirkoda said with a complicated face, "I really misjudged you."

"Huh?" Voldemort (⊙_⊙) who stretched out his hand reservedly, waiting for the little girl to throw himself into his arms? : Is this different from the script that Abu and I designed?Shouldn't it be when I finish confessing my confession, Baby Mi Ke rushes over to hug me? (Abraxas: Don’t talk nonsense, I mean that you can only succeed by confessing in a place with a beautiful environment and pleasant scenery, not this kind of hooliganism before you confess. Lord, your understanding ability and execution ability are too different. ? Deserves to be almost fifty and still single!)

"I didn't expect you to be so unreliable in order to avoid being beaten. Do you think I can let you go? Are you thinking too sweetly?" Milkoda grabbed Voldemort and threw him on the ground. On the ground, riding on it is a fat beating.

The old driver lying on the ground, Voldemort, hid himself while driving. "Mick, Mick, do you like this? If you like it, I don't mind using this position from now on."

"Looking for death!" Mirkoda began beating Voldemort in a fancy way, hanging on the stone pillar for more than ten minutes.In the end, 2 kicked Voldemort into the hot springs, letting him wash the yellow waste out of his mind.

"Mike, you're shy~" Voldemort climbed onto the bank for the one hundred and first time to die.What responded to him was the sound of Mirkoda abandoning his principles and directly smashing open the door violently.

"Hehehehehe...you are so innocent, baby~" Voldemort couldn't help laughing on the ground, as if he had found the right way to deal with Mirkoda.