present to the lord

He walked briskly in the dark, while the four or five-year-old child was brisk and swift. There were two boxes of food in his package, one box for a cloak, one box for gold, and one box for a long knife, and one box was left empty.This package is also a conscience, there is no distinction between food, as long as it is food, it can be thrown in, clothes are also regardless of size, as long as it is a black cloak, it is also regardless of size.

On the way, he was very lucky to meet a man who wanted to abduct him, and the trouble of having only gold but no cash was easily solved.

I went directly to a hotel with a lot of personal traffic. No matter how many people the salesperson had seen, he had never seen a four or five-year-old child come here alone. The child's green eyes were very clear and his appearance was quite delicate.He sighed inwardly, when a child who ran away from home entered here, he entered a wolf's den.But he didn't say anything, and directly opened a room for Fan Haoran.

Fan Haoran felt a lot of gazes, many with malicious intent.After he went in, he didn't take a shower directly. He pulled up a chair and sat down facing the door. His small body sat on it with his feet hanging in the air.

However, the door was pried open in 5 minutes, and the man who came in was sitting there facing the door, as if waiting for someone to come in. Before he could react, an arm suddenly fell to the ground, blood splattered squirted out.

Fan Haoran was holding the knife, his small body did not match the long knife in his hand, it looked very weird.He laughed, narrowed his cat's eyes, and smiled innocently, "Yo, you were the first to come in." He touched his face, "This face is really pretty."

The man screamed and covered his bleeding arm, and rolled out. The scream attracted many people to open the door to watch.

Fan Haoran dealt with two more groups of people. The arms on the ground were all piled up at the door, which looked quite terrifying. Blood was scattered everywhere, and the strong red exuded a disgusting bloody smell.But he took a bath in the room as usual, wiped the knife clean and put it beside him before falling asleep.

When he woke up the next day, he went directly to the counter to have his room cleaned up, left five pounds of consumption and went out.He was wearing baggy clothes, so he went quickly to buy normal clothes, black sweater and light gray pants, children's decent clothes on him, with a delicate little face, he looked so cute.

He put the hoodie cap on his head, inside was a T-shirt with the letter S, and his short black hair was very fluffy. He originally wanted to open a bank card, but after thinking about it, this small body?Finally forget it.He directly put on a well-fitting cloak, and the hood covered his whole body.

He did his old job.

— Fortuneteller.

The stalls are still placed at the intersection entrance of Hei Street.There are mixed forces here, and there are everyone.Seeing that such a small and exquisite person dared to set up a stall here, Fan Haoran was immediately surrounded within 10 minutes of sitting there.

"Do you want to tell a fortune?" He didn't pretend to have a voice, it was a childish and clear voice, but this voice had a strange rhythm, and after listening to it too much, it made people feel so relieved that they wanted to sigh, like floating in a dream As gentle as in China.

Now that Wuji is in charge, it is too easy to know a person's fate.Now he can know a person's past and future without judging by the psychology of human behavior.This ability was originally a chicken rib, but now it seems that it is still useful.

"Fortune-telling? What can you do, you little bastard? Don't play tricks here, this place is not for little brats!" The man with one ear missing threatened fiercely, and the iron rod in his hand bumped and immediately went Fan Haoran smashed the table with the crystal ball in front of him.

There was a knife beside him, he stretched out his hand and swung it lightly, the iron rod was cut off against the back of the man's hand.The broken section crashed to the ground.

"You stupid 15-year-old who wets the bed! You deserve to die just like your bloody father!" The child suddenly screamed, it was a woman's angry scolding voice, but at this moment, it came from the mouth of the four or five-year-old Kaizi. Come out, it's creepy and creepy.

"Mom, mother..." The face of the man who was still ferocious turned pale and trembled, and he suddenly howled in pain as if he had collapsed.

There is a small white chin exposed under the cloak, bright red lips, and a very cute nose, but when those green eyes look at you, the kind of penetrating power, the kind of clarity that seems to see through everything about you is overwhelming. The person backed away unconsciously, as if he was some kind of terrifying beast.

After intimidating the crowd with various imitated voices, Fan Haoran was invited into a luxurious singing and dancing hall with a smile squinting his emerald green cat eyes.

Wow, looking at the rich food on the long table, although he also ate well and slept well in "The Promise", he didn't have any special food.He never wronged himself, and took it directly with a plate without any exception. The food was not ugly, but the speed was quite fast.When the person who wanted to see him came down, he had already finished three plates of food, which made the corners of the guards' eyes twitch.

"It's you who want to see me." Fan Haoran took out a napkin and began to wipe his mouth and hands, "Do you want to tell your fortune?" He moved his short legs hanging in front of the chair, raised his head and asked with a smile.

This is a peaceful-looking man, in his early 30s, with deep eyes, but with the bloody smell of being killed.

mercenary.From the first glance, he saw the aura of this man as a former kind.Very good, it's not a waste of time.

"Then tell me, what did you figure out." The man was not contemptuous because of the child in front of him, but his heart skipped a beat when he saw those green eyes, and he sat down on the leather sofa and took a sip of red wine.

"Are you sure you want so many people to listen together?" He glanced around and smiled.

The man didn't believe that a child could really do anything, so he waved everyone away.

Fan Haoran was very satisfied, anyway, he was already very satisfied when he came out from there.As the psychological counselor of Heijie, he will live here for a long time. Of course, it is his own villa with a garden and fountain, Rococo architectural style, and the decoration is very delicate and gorgeous.

"A lot of effort has been put into it." He walked in and raised his eyebrows, but it's nothing, the guidance he will give as a "psychological counselor" is not to mention a rococo villa, even if you want to buy a castle. .

Fan Haoran can finally touch his beloved firearm after he settles down. He is very obsessed with sniper rifles, and he also enjoys the pleasure of lurking in the dark and quietly waiting to bring the end to the prey, but he can find pleasing to the eye in the 90s It's not an easy thing.

While Fan Haoran was enjoying himself here, a certain white wizard in Hogwarts was so anxious that he couldn't even eat sweets. By the way, a certain potion master also discovered that the savior's so-called prince's life is a Rage after deceit.

However, for Fan Haoran, the current life is indeed like a prince's life, and for him, the life here is simply heaven.The coldness of the machine and the smell of gunpowder made him ecstatic.In addition to his work as a psychological counselor, he will also accept the work of a mercenary. For him, a comfortable life is equal to the obliteration of the soul.

He needs to return to the life he is familiar with, and needs vigilance and unstable factors to keep him awake.

One year, two years, three years, four years... While the savior seemed to have completely disappeared, Fan Haoran gradually grew from an unknown little character to a reaper in the dark. Everyone knew that the ten-year-old fortune-teller was a A weird and untouchable big man, they are afraid of him and hope to befriend him, they delusional to get hints of their own destiny from the mouth of the fortune teller.

But in the long and refreshing mercenary mission, time passed so quickly, Fan Haoran felt very regretful. He looked at the Hogwarts notice in his hand and was a little disappointed. He really didn't look forward to life in the so-called magic world. get up.

"Really." He held up the parchment and looked at the gorgeous crystal chandelier. The opened face was fair and beautiful, and he probably inherited all the advantages of his parents. It's mind-blowing.But at this moment, he had no choice but to prepare to end his happy life with regret, "Magic world? Well, learning magic should be a good thing too?"

He picked up his pen and began to write a reply, releasing the owl that had been waiting by his side, he was waiting for tomorrow to guide his um...professor?

However, what he was waiting for was an old man with a big white beard and a man in a black robe rolling like waves.

"Good afternoon, both of you. You should be the professor who came to guide me?" He saluted slightly with a decent smile, and asked them to sit down.

The servants brought the refreshments quickly.

While feeling the scrutiny of the two, Fan Haoran was also observing the two.One has a kind but unfathomable smile, the other has an ugly complexion, extremely aggressive gaze, and a lot of negative emotions, but always shows an embarrassing expression when he sees his eyes.

very good.Fan Haoran took a sip of black tea, his face was blurred by the dense air.

Dumbledore began to find out why he disappeared and what he had done all these years, and he was not going to hide it.

"Ah, you mean me? My guardian, Mr. Liz, is a very nice person. As for the Aunt Petunia you mentioned, Mr., I do have such a lady in my memory. But I can have a better choice Isn’t it, for human beings, when you are facing endless hunger and cruelty, when you have an opportunity to save you, you will firmly grasp it, won’t you?” He smiled , but in his mind he began to fabricate the scene of being beaten and abused and then escaped unbearably.You know, he is fine as a psychological hypnotist.

Under Snape's even uglier face, he continued to say slowly: "So, I chose to stay away from those who hurt me, and accepted Mr. Liz's upbringing. I hope that I can live a better life, at least I can't just eat for a day. A piece of bread, and then suffer from endless hunger. And my choice is indeed correct, I have received a higher education to discern, I know what is right and what is wrong, at least I understand , child abuse is a crime."

As he spoke, he showed a flat smile, and his green eyes showed no trace of resentment.

"Oh, child..." Dumbledore didn't know what to say for a while, he looked at Fan Haoran kindly, "They are your relatives..."

"Indeed." He interrupted Dumbledore with a nod, "so I gave them enough money to thank them for their four years of care."

"It's really a good choice for the great savior Harry Potter to thank his aunt who abused him when he was finally able to support himself." Snape in the black robe sneered.

"Savior? What are you talking about?" He laughed and put down the cup in his hand, "What kind of savior is there in this world? Man's destiny is controlled by himself. I don't believe that anyone can save all human beings by himself. In this way It's too arrogant and stupid." He looked at the two in front of him seriously, "If you are really in a desperate situation and waiting for others to redeem yourself, then such a person might as well die. There is no such thing as the decay of the soul. Anyone can save."

"Oh, it's already at this point, boy, it's a pleasure to chat with you, but now you should prepare the items and books you should use when you start school." Dumbledore looked at him complicatedly, but the glasses immediately covered him eyes.

"Me too, it's nice to chat with you old sir." He stood up and sent him off.

After Dumbledore Apparated and left, Fan Haoran finally met the merciless spraying of a large wave of venom by the black robe professor.Naturally, his expression didn't change. What kind of person has he never seen?In recent years, as a psychological counselor, he has seen all kinds of abnormalities. He has already seen this man's posture as if he is ready to fight at any time, very rigorous and powerful.

"Sir, please take me to prepare things." He squinted and smiled, his eyes were completely exposed because he was not harmed.

"Then ask the great savior to move your stupid heels to me." His robe was as imposing as waves, "By the way, don't forget to bring your troll-like head."

"Of course, what you said is, sir." Hearing the man's series of gorgeous adjectives, he responded with a smile. He didn't mean to be sad or cry at all, but deliberately provoked the man to speak along the way. .I have to sigh for the richness of this man's vocabulary, and he can spray venom continuously in a single sentence.

"You are simply a genius." Fan Haoran covered his forehead and laughed, still very happy under the man's terrifying gaze, and continued, "You are simply a genius in the language world." He squeezed his chin with interest Looking at this powerful man, "Don't stop, my ears are always listening to your wonderful words, coupled with your voice, this is simply the bliss that is rarely seen in the world."

"Shut up, Mr. Potter, did you forget to take your brain out of your luxurious villa, or did you leave it on our way to be tricked by some mouse, and now there is no reason in your empty shell Stop the great savior from acting like a normal person?" He aggressively pushed away the dilapidated wand shop.

"Wow, that's a good sentence." He followed in, without teasing the professor's guilt at all, and saw the strip boxes that had been piled up to the ceiling.

In the Olivan Wand Shop, the old man with silver pupils came down the wooden ladder and was about to say something.

"Shut up, Olivan, I don't have that much time to discuss with you here countless times every year." Snape sneered, and then sat aside.

"Oh, well, what a pity." He glanced regretfully at Fan Haoran's forehead.

"Try this one, east green wood, phoenix feather, eleven inches, soft and flexible."

Fan Haoran took it, waved it under Olifan's expectant eyes, and suddenly there was an explosion, and the magic wands piled up to the ceiling suddenly rushed like a gust of wind.

"Not this one." Olifan immediately snatched back the wand with a strange expression, and then tried one by one, but the scene became more cruel and irritable each time.

"Give me that one." With his powerful mental power, he swept across the already chaotic shop, feeling a little impatient, and finally felt a melody that was the same as his soul beating.

"Oh! It's a very wonderful combination that has never been seen before. The body of the wand is made of the trunk of the undead tree. It has human nerves, thirteen full inches, strong and hard, and can do whatever you want." He handed over the pitch-black wand.

When Fan Haoran held it in his hand, it was already there. With a wave of his hand, the sense of fit made him feel as if his whole body was completely renewed, and every cell was moaning and breathing.

Looking at the pictures that kept flashing in the air, first it was his original world, then there were various scenes in Wuji, and then there was the picture of him kissing Wu Huan's forehead in the golden bird cage, and finally it turned into The golden light dissipated.

"Very good, that's it, how much is it?" Fan Haoran held a stick flower, feeling quite good.

"Seven Galleons, you will definitely do a great job."

Fan Haoran looked back and smiled sassyly: "I have made a great career."