Chapter 1719

The rain still didn't mean to stop. The grass under her feet seemed to be soaked in water. Hermione could feel some water in her little boots and her toes were cold.

Does she kill?

her eyes pass through the light net woven by magic traces, and pass over a broken but still grinning corpse, and falls on the man in the black robe.

That pale bald head, no nose face, snake like eyes, gentle and easy-going, fragrant mouth...

"Oh, I can kill this, he is not a human at all."

Hermione suddenly relaxed. She was a little resistant when she heard that she wanted to kill herself. However, when she looked at the target, the conflict disappeared completely. She also held out her hand to ask the professor for a Gauss Rifle.

This is the killing curve arranged by Su Ming when Hermione was in grade one. With the beginning of today's event, there will be no psychological burden to kill others in the future.

"Don't worry. I have an appointment with a TV anchor. You need to publicize your killing of Voldemort. I'm going to let you graduate from Hogwarts at the end of this semester and go to the International Federation of witches and become a president in the future."

"Isn't president Dumbledore now?" As Hermione knows, the headmaster is considered to be the greatest wizard of the century, and his seat is also popular.

"Old Deng will soon retire with Greenwood and go to a paradise to live a life of fairyland. Other things are no longer important." Su Ming waved his hand indifferently and pointed to Greenwood.

The first dark lord winked at Hermione: "little girl, don't blame me. It's your idea to teach you magic by hiding your identity."

Hermione laughed and shook her head politely. "I guessed when you revealed your identity that only he would do such a boring thing."

"He is too good for you." "If my professor had been as good as he was, I would not have gone that way," he said

"What is your relationship with headmaster Dumbledore?" Hermione touched her face. She didn't know what happened in the past. She didn't know why the professor and Greenwood walked together. She was more interested in why the two old people retired together.

Is the Dark Lord good or bad?

It has nothing to do with her. She was born in Muggle. There was no ancestor in the family who was killed by greendevo. The old devil didn't like killing Muggles for fun like Voldemort. Hermione didn't have any conflict of interest with him.

She only knows that this is an ally of the professor, so her position is here. Even if the whole world is saying that lindworth is a villain, Hermione only listens to her own professor.

Grindworth smacked his mouth and the teapot in his hand shook. He looked up into the distant sky and listened to the screams of death eaters, telling Hermione a love story of the past.

Two young people, in the best time, met the best person, from like-minded to split, and then to regret and helpless.

Greenwood has nothing to hide, whether it's his homosexuality or his role as the Dark Lord.

He didn't know whether he had a chance to get albus's forgiveness, but he had to try. The only way to accept the condition of the death knell was to accept it. After all, there was no one else in the world who could help him.

As an Englishman, Hermione's attitude towards fags is much more tolerant than that of Su Ming. She not only does not dislike their feelings, but also sympathizes with their experiences.

It's like the magic version of Romeo and Juliet, and the "good dagger" is almost inserted into the breast of a lover.

Of course, she didn't know how many people her professor had killed in order to get rid of grendevor. But she doesn't have to know the details, as long as she knows it's for the sake of becoming a good person.

"I'll help you persuade the headmaster." Hermione made a statement to grinderwaugh and clasped her fist enthusiastically: "those things in the magic world in the past have nothing to do with him. Just save his sister?"

It has to be said that Hermione's way of thinking has died, and she is indifferent to the past wars in the magic world.

Grindworth smiles and nods his thanks.

"We all want good results. I've been pursuing greater interests all my life, but now I want to switch one back to him."

"Oh..."

Hermione held her hands in front of her chest, her eyes blinking.

It's very touching, especially the taboo love between the bad guy and the good guy. It's just great.

People say that grindword is a bad man, but Hermione doesn't think he's bad. He's not only very polite, but also good-looking than Voldemort.

Is it true that the public perception is wrong again...

Su Ming nodded with relief when he saw that his apprentice was doing well. At least she did not blindly follow the mainstream views of the world and knew where her position was.It's not enough to say that he is a devil, but what does it have to do with the death knell?

Only Greenwood can get rid of Dumbledore, and then suming can start with the three Deathly Hallows in a more peaceful way, and then negotiate with the world's God of death with the sacred vessels, so as to achieve his own goal.

"Don't talk about hope or anything. It's better to use more brain than that." Su Ming shook his head, raised his chin and motioned them to look at the other side: "I don't believe you listen to what this man said, ambush bug, how do you think of" Hope "

The ambush bug, who was coming out of a green iron gate out of thin air, still had a microphone in his hand. When he came up, he was not flustered by the endless questions about the death knell.

As a TV host with a lot of bullshit, how can you not have a little bit of adaptability?

This is the new world of people's death knell. It's over with his words.

"Hope is bullshit. It's useless. Even if it's stronger than superman, it's just a tool in the hands of wise people. There's never a savior. Human beings still have to rely on self-help."

With that, the green locust was still winking at the funeral bell, as if to ask himself if that was right.

"Well said." Su Ming gave him a cigarette with satisfaction, and asked him to hide under the awning formed by his cloak: "I still think who will come here this time? It's you. How can you delay so long?"

"After all, it's the first time we've jumped out of the multiverse. All four of us want to come, so it's a waste of time to make a decision." The ambush rolled up the locust mask on his face, put the smoke into his mouth, and put his head close to the fire.

Su Ming took out a lighter to light it for him, wondering, "I've already informed you. How can I decide the candidate now?"

"Don't mention it. The calendar man proposed to play mahjong to decide the candidate. We all agreed. It took 30 laps to determine the winner. It's hard to deal with the people from Gotham." The ambush bug looked sad, but soon showed a cheap smile. It must be that his winning means were not so glorious.

You can think of it with your toes. After all, the difference between him and Wade is just a green and a red one, one is about hygiene and the other is not about it. Integrity is not a problem for them.

the death knell showed a "I understand" smile and patted him on the shoulder: "smoke a cigarette, drink some tea, prepare a video backup, and we will send the victim on the road."

"That's good. Is that the bald white head over there? It's pathetic to have no clothes but to wear rags. But our audience like to watch the poor people die. Ha ha The ambush bug snapped a mouthful of cigarette and nodded in a very social way: "by the way, can those Mr. skeletons over there also appear? I think undead can help ratings. "

The supreme mage nodded in an easygoing manner: "if you want to shoot, you are still professional, after all? But in this way, I need a version that has been dealt with by technical means. There are no undead creatures appearing, which makes my apprentice appear to be extremely brilliant. In this world, do you understand me? "

For those who have participated in the 52 channel, it is better than their first experience of the universe!

Sure enough, there's nothing wrong with working with the death knell. Today is really a memorable day.

He looked down at his footprints on the rotten grass under his feet, which was a small step for himself and a big step for the whole DC Universe.

It's ironic that what people like Luther have been pursuing has been achieved by a news anchor.

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