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

Labastan felt that he might be expelled from the fandom. He wore a black cloak and a mask with a mournful face. He didn't look like a good Voldemort and went to the venue.As for the Lestranges, Labastan said: Refuse to bring two men who are afraid of chaos, they will screw everything up.

This is definitely a grand event, with men, women, young and old, and all kinds of strange creatures.Voldemort looked speechlessly at the round table specially placed for drinks, and there were actually two centaurs drinking juice there: Miko, what kind of monsters and ghosts did this attract!Eh?Mike is there! o(≧v≦)o.

Labastan bravely stopped Voldemort, who was about to approach Mirkota, and warned him in a low voice: "Lord, keep a low profile, no matter what your status is here, if you harass idols, you will be beaten by gangs. And Dumbledore is here today."

"Why is that old guy here! (———)" Voldemort gritted his teeth.

"After all, he is the honorary deputy head of the support group. Even idols recognize it." Labastan whispered. "I didn't have this position at first, but Dumbledore insisted on adding this title to himself, and he passed the bright road with idols, shameless! It's okay to bully idols! In this way, he can save half of the purchase of peripherals Money! Lord, you are not yet an official member of the support group, if you want to talk to idols, you have to be careful."

"What do you mean! Is it possible that I, the mighty Dark Lord, are still afraid of people... woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"Brother, you are not afraid of me!

"Hush! Lord, please keep your voice down, we will all be kicked out if someone finds out. Any kind of disturbance is prohibited here, and the most important rule of the regiment is that as soon as you enter the fraternity venue, everyone has to ignore each other. Status, regardless of age, regardless of position, all normal and abnormal retaliation are prohibited, and once found out, they will be expelled from fan status." Rabastan looked around and found that no one noticed his situation, so he delayed Voldemort ran to the corner and squatted.Voldemort never thought that after becoming the Dark Lord, he would hide like a mouse one day. (In the original book, you also have the opportunity to hide like a mouse)

Granu lay on the head of Severus who dared not speak out, and yawned boredly.His mother, Martha, had always warned him to protect Mirkoda, especially to guard against a certain bald red-eyed monster.At the beginning, Granose didn't quite understand why, but after he met Voldemort yesterday, Granose finally understood what his mother said.How can this guy look so annoying to cats?It's like an egg, so stupid.Especially the way he looked at Mi Ke, it was stupid and disgusting!

Granose looked at the crowded meeting place boredly, sometimes licked his paws, sometimes ground his teeth with the hair of the servants under him, and suddenly he twitched his nose.Um?What is this smell?That bald and red-eyed monster!ha!found it!Dressed so strangely and covering her face, she must be trying to do something bad!

Sugar immediately stood up from Severus' head, measured the height, jumped off, and ran to provoke Voldemort.

Severus was already full of anger when he was pushed on his nose by sugar, and if it wasn't for Milkoda's face, he would have turned him into a dead cat!Now this snake spirit is still alive, and dares to kick his head!It's not that I don't know how death is written! (San Tang: Do you want a cat to be able to write? Have you got cat food in your head? If I can lie on your head, it is already your good fortune, okay? What a slave! Don’t quit!)

Severus followed Granger around and around in circles.

Seeing that Voldemort turned into a corner, Granose leapt up, "Meow!" The claws straightly nailed Voldemort's robe to the ground. With a "hiss", the robe turned into rags...

Voldemort: ...this scene looks familiar...

Granitum silently looked at Voldemort's troubled face, then lowered his head and touched the fabric under his paws... so comfortable ~ the cat's mouth was almost grinning to the back of its head.

"Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua" the cat's claws quickly doubled, and Granose rubbed the rags to grind the claws.

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A vein popped on Voldemort's forehead beneath the mask: This dead cat!

When Severus, who was thrown off by the sugar without paying attention, found him panting, the god was almost scared away.This cat's courage became more and more courageous after being used to it by Mirkoda, and it even grinds its claws on other people's clothes. When you meet someone with a bad temper, you will be beaten like a cat, you know that!Severus sneered at Sugar, and walked over to tear him off his robes.Just by looking at the fabric, you can tell that this person is definitely not easy to mess with.

"Sorry, sir. My cat has caused you trouble." Severus apologized politely.

"It's you? Snape!" Before Voldemort could say anything, Rabastan, who had returned with a tray of snacks, pointed at him in surprise. "Why are you here! Also, why are you hugging Aidou's cat!"

"I thought you all knew that Miko and I lived together," Severus said ostentatiously.

Labastan puffed up his face, "Don't be complacent, you've lived in Aidou's house for so long, and you're just a single dog!"

"Hmph!" Severus left arrogantly holding Sugar.Labastan gritted his teeth angrily.

Voldemort is also grinding his teeth: this is not a big deal, but two rivals in love popped out first.It has been more than four years since I confessed my love to Mi Ke, and Mi Ke has never taken it seriously. This little bastard is always worrying. He has provoked so many big-tailed wolves, so he has to settle down first. Only then can I feel at ease.

Voldemort, who had always felt good about himself, shook off Rabastan, a bad guy, and sneaked towards Mirkota, only three meters away he saw Mirkoda talking to a gentle-looking young man.

"Long time no see, Quirinus! You are finally back from practicing, and everything is going well?" Mirkoda smiled cheerfully.

"Very, very smooth, Mi, Mirkoda." Quirrell smiled shyly.

Mirkota in a purple tuxedo dress with her hair tied up is really beautiful, and the young man she was talking and laughing with looks very good for her.Voldemort stood where he was, clenched his fists tightly, his heart ached like being eaten by ants.Voldemort tried not to rush himself to give the unsightly man a barrage of avatars.For the first time, Voldemort felt jealous.For the first time, he also understood the distance between himself and Mirkoda. Mirkoda is still young, but he is already over 50. Even if the wizard can live for a long time, no matter how old he is, there is a big difference between him and Mirkoda. At 34 years old, he is perfectly ready to be her father.Voldemort wanted to leave here, but he was not reconciled. He really liked Mirkoda and really wanted her.

The young man's words came again, "Mm, Mir, Ke, Kodak, I, I, I like..." The man's face was flushed, he stammered nervously, and he couldn't speak well.

Voldemort bit his lip hard. He was too familiar with the way the man looked at Mirkoda. It was the way a man looks at the woman he loves.There is only one idea in his mind now, and he can't be allowed to say it!

Voldemort couldn't take it anymore, strode over, interrupting their conversation. "Miss Williams, I want to tell you one thing." After finishing speaking, Voldemort ignored the man's annoyed face because he was interrupted, and grabbed Mirkota's wrist, leading her away.

"Sir?" Mirkoda was dragged to a balcony by Voldemort, and she watched vigilantly at the masked man in front of her who cast various ignoring spells and expulsion spells on the French windows of the balcony.I have smelled this cologne before, so it should be an acquaintance, "What do you want to say?"

Voldemort took off his mask and hood, "Mike, it's me."

"Fuddy? Why are you here?" Didn't it mean that only members of the support group can come?

"I want to see you. Miko, I want to see you." Voldemort looked at her affectionately.

Mirkoda was puzzled: What happened to this man today?Started to play sensational?

"Mike, have you considered your future partner?" Voldemort nervously waited for Mikota's answer.

Mirkota tilted her head and looked at Voldemort cutely. His heart was beating wildly, and his mouth was dry: so cute~!

"I remember you asked me before?"

"Then what's your answer now?" You swallowed.

"Of course it doesn't matter~"

Voldemort raised his forehead in frustration, "Mike, there must be at least one standard!"

"Hmm... standard~" Mirkota rubbed his chin and thought, "First of all, you must like me, treat me well!" Voldemort took out a pen and paper and began to record. [First, be kind to Mi Ke, like Mi Ke. ] Then put a tick behind this sentence.

"Then...there are three views that fit together."

"That...Mike, what is the Three Views?" Voldemort asked while writing.

"It's the world outlook, outlook on life, and values. They have similar views on everything, and they won't fight because of disagreements."

"Oh, is there any more?" Voldemort crossed the second line with his mouth curled.

"You can't restrain me. I don't ask him to let me do whatever I want, but if I don't want to do it, I don't have to!" Voldemort pondered for a while, and felt that the difficulty should not be too great.

"Finally, you can afford me." Hmm... When I go back, I will scroll to see how much assets I have.

"What about height, appearance, personality, age?"

"Hmm...he's taller than me." Voldemort quietly checked with his eyes, and ticked off this item.

"Look... not ugly, but I like black hair." Voldemort subconsciously looked at himself against the windowpane. ....The villain in my heart burst into tears and thought: I need to prepare hair growth agent.

"Personality? Don't be anti-human and anti-society, or I will beat him to death with my own hands." Uh..., well... Seeing Mirkota's suddenly sinister face, Voldemort felt that he could not violate his conscience. Said that he had no anti-human tendencies.

"Also, there is no strict age requirement, just not younger than me."

"What if it's much bigger?" Voldemort asked nervously, his heart pounding in his throat.

Mirkoda calculated silently in her heart, she lived more than 80 years in her first life, seventeen in her second life, and twenty now.A wizard who is older can probably live to be nearly two hundred years old.Hmm... "No more than forty, I can accept it." Finalized!

Voldemort let out a long breath, it's dangerous!I am still within the standard range.Thinking of this, he felt a lot more relaxed.