HP for world peace

Taking down the blue hyacinth that had been on the shelf for a long time, I sighed that the roulette of fate is really amazing. The flowers 6 years ago have finally been delivered to the only recipient today, 6 years later.

"Baby, this is a gift I prepared for you early." Putting the flowers on the small round table, I rubbed Tom's little head.Little Carrot's head feels really good~ "Give it to me?" Tears glistened in her big cherry red eyes.

"It's been prepared since before you were born."

Little Tom never thought about how such a potted flower can be kept for six or seven years and still be so small and cute. He was first excited when he received the gift for the first time, "Thank you, father."

I watched the little child stretch out a pair of frostbitten hands and carefully touched the petals of the blue hyacinth. I waited in vain for 6 years for the master's hyacinth to explode at the moment of contact.The power of the blessing forcibly merged into Tom's body. I watched the child fall from the chair to the ground under the impact of the force.

I hugged Little Carrot's body that was the size of a small head and hugged him in my arms, and I comforted him softly, "It's okay baby, although it hurts a bit, it will pass if you bear with it. From now on, the disease will stay away from you, and your health is my responsibility." I wish you a lifetime of blessings." The blue hyacinth that grows under the breath of the Elf King endows the blessings of nature, and makes those who receive the blessings overflow with vitality.

I thought he would be fine if he waited for the magic power of life to blend into his body. Unexpectedly, his magic power rioted during this blessing ceremony.The wizarding books I have come into contact with in recent years tell me that the magical riots of little wizards are a common problem. From the riots, we can see the child's magical level and his potential.

I have no contact with other wizards, so I don't know if his potential is great. The first thing I should think about now is not his magic level, but how to stop the magic riot.

It is not uncommon in the history of wizards who shattered the magic core during the magic riots to become squibs. Now that I have decided to raise a son, I don't want to raise a half-disabled son.

Searching in the space ring, among a pile of gems and jewelry that practice magic pattern engraving, I found out that when I was in the infinite space in the early years, I only spent a few points because I was reluctant to exchange points with the main god for high-level stable and dredging magic props. I came back with a pile of high-quality raw materials, and hid in the room to carve magical magic patterns.

As long as you are willing to do it and practice, you can get started with anything you are not familiar with.This black gemstone pendant is one of my few high-end finished products.The effect of using it is not much different from that exchanged by the main god.

Stuffing the pendant into the small palm of the little radish head, the effect was immediate, and his violent magic power gradually calmed down.I held him until he settled down, "Baby, are you okay?"

"Hmm..." Tom made a vague nasal sound, stretched out his palm to his eyes and looked at the finely carved black gemstone pendant in his hand, he could feel its magical effect, "What is this?"

"A pendant, I think you need it, it will make you feel better." I took the pendant and put it around his neck.

He seemed to understand the function of the pendant, and nodded his head.Then he stared at the table, staring at the blue hyacinth that had served its purpose and vanished into ashes, leaving only an empty pot to prove it had ever existed.

Tom looked disappointed, "Did I destroy it?"

"It just fulfilled its mission and met the person it was waiting for in its life. It told you the meaning of its existence, and then left. Don't be sad, there are many flowers in my flower field, you will like them .”

"...Father also has magical powers?" Tom asked.

I looked at him lovingly, well, I've never practiced how to express loving kindness in mirrors, but I think I'm trying to express it now, "No one ever told you that you were a wizard did you? It's okay, I I will teach you all of them, so that your clever little head will be filled with wisdom.” Having never raised a child before, and having no idea about child-rearing education, I decided to go to the bookstore one day to find a few educational books to ponder.Raising a child is easy, but raising a good child is not easy.It seems that it is not an easy task to cultivate children with all-round development of morality, intelligence and physique.Think about my student days, when I was always buried in textbooks, test papers and the pressure of entering a higher school. Every day, I fantasize about hurry up, the typhoon flood washes the teaching building to the aliens, hurry up and kidnap all our teachers and go to the alien planet to win glory for the earth people. On a business trip, I even pay homage to Brother Chun every time before the big exam. What I am thinking about is not that Brother Chun will not pass the exam, but that Brother Chun will bless you tomorrow and let us wear it. Don't leave us cruelly in this sinful classroom!

Although we have been on stage to lead model students and excellent students every year, in fact, we have been distorted at that time.Otherwise, when I opened my eyes and found that I was in a horror movie, I wouldn't have jumped up and danced ecstatically.If you look at me, a gentleman who wears the brand of an all-round development and good student, you will find that the all-round development of morality, intelligence and physique is bullshit.Looking at me now, I am not a BT or a beast, but a gentle scum, who likes to pretend to be B with the elf's airs.

Wrapping his own scarf around Tom's neck and half of his face, closing early for the first time, holding Tom's rough little hands after working too much, and leading him to the orphanage.

Tom's Wall Orphanage is on the other side of London, across the Thames.I took the car of an acquaintance and got off at the entrance of the Wall Orphanage. Only then did I know that it would take more than half an hour to walk from here to my flower shop.Once again, I am in awe of the kid's stamina.

The Wall Orphanage is located in an inconspicuous part of the bustling London streets. I held Tom's hand and stood in front of this dilapidated orphanage without expressing any opinions. Tom pursed his lips and stared at me, I smiled softly to relieve his anxiety, "After completing the relevant procedures, the baby can go home with me. It won't take long, just find a hospital Long talk."

He looked very unwilling to come here, Dang nodded and followed me in.

The orphanage house looks dilapidated, but the ground is still very clean.Under a tree with sparse leaves on the right side of the courtyard, a boy with blond hair ran over with bright eyes when he saw us coming in, "Sir, are you here to adopt a child?"

"Go away Andrew." Tom, who has always been well-behaved, showed his aggressive side in front of me for the first time, looking fiercely at the blond boy with his cherry red eyes.

"Dear Tom, be polite." I patted his little head, not angry but spoiled.Seeing that Little Carrot continued to stare at people without making a sound, I said to the blond boy in a good temper, "Yes, can I call you Andrew? Boy."

He nodded quickly and asked eagerly, "Of course sir, nice to meet you. What kind of child do you want to adopt? Boy? Do you like blonde hair? Or blue eyes?"

If I understand correctly, this kid is recommending himself, right? This kid will definitely become a great salesman in the future.

"Actually, I came to find the dean. I am very happy to have found my son." I smiled brightly, as if I really found my long-lost son. Tom's originally biting expression turned red with embarrassment under my smile of "Go to hell with the brilliance of the head of the regiment shining on the earth and making you faint."

The blond boy seemed to have just noticed the similarity between us with the same black hair and the same red eyes, and ran away with an inexplicable grievance on his face.

I stared at his back and thought it was really difficult for a child to understand, why is he wronged.No matter how wronged I am, it's none of my business, I'm just an insignificant passer-by.

I found Mrs. Cole, the dean of the orphanage, and sat in her messy-looking office, facing this ugly-looking, ugly-looking, and ugly-dressed woman, but she still showed me her lame aristocratic etiquette middle-aged woman.I vomit blood inside.Please, big sister, don't show me your mature woman's charm with a serious face, your secret glances are too obvious, do you know that it makes my stomach hurt!As the director of an orphanage who leads a group of little ghosts alone, you have to lead by example, don't seduce a single man in broad daylight, hey!Although I have a male body and try my best to twist the female heart into a male soul, but even if I really adjust the gender of the soul to the point where it is in balance with the body, I will not fall in love with you!

As my stomach continued to protest against me, I finally finished the formalities and came out to find Tom to go home with me. I wandered around in the orphanage, and when I found Tom, he was confronting a group of children of all sizes.

"Tom you devil, you killed Johnny's rabbit!"

"Give me back the little rabbit, you devil!"

"Hit him, hit him, he's a bad boy!"

A group of brats who yelled and yelled endlessly.Children are the most annoying, they love to cry and be fussy and willful.

Tom was childlike in his composure to their accusations, indifferent.

Stepping closer, I said softly, "Tom, what are you arguing about?"

Tom obviously didn't expect me to appear suddenly, he looked flusteredly at the children in front of him and then at me.

"Sir, you must help me, Tom killed my little rabbit, he is a bad boy." The little brown-haired boy ran up to me and accused him.

Tom looked at me with a tense face and said nothing.I looked back, "Tom, don't you want to say something to me?"

He opened his mouth and said, "I didn't do it."

I lowered my head and said kindly to the brown-haired boy, "Tom said he didn't do it, there must be a misunderstanding."

"He lied, he lied, sir, don't believe him, Tom always lies! Otherwise, Mrs. Cole wouldn't always lock him up in the dark room, he's too bad!" the brown-haired boy yelled.

So I hate children the most, they torment my ears with bluffing.

"So tell me, boy, when and how your little rabbit died," I asked him kindly.

"Just yesterday at 4 o'clock in the afternoon, when we returned to the room after church with Mrs. Cole, we saw my little rabbit hanging motionless on the pull cord of the roller blind. My little rabbit died. Only Tom didn't talk to me. We went to church together, and he always sneaked out of the orphanage alone, not knowing what bad things he was doing!"

"You know he slipped out yesterday?" I continued to ask kindly.

"I saw him slip out after lunch."

"Well, where's your bunny after lunch?"

"In the kitchen, Bruce is feeding the bunny grass."

"So, Tom slipped out of the orphanage after lunch, and the little rabbit was fed grass by Bruce in the kitchen. Tom didn't touch the little rabbit, so Tom didn't kill the little rabbit, right?"

"No no no, Tom must have killed it, he must have come back to kill it while we were at church!"

"Actually, Tom was with me on Norris Street yesterday at 12:40 noon. If you had lunch on time at 12 o'clock, it would take exactly 40 minutes to get to Norris Street from here. Tom didn't have time to kill your little bunny , he didn't go back until 4 pm. It should be close to 5 when he got here, right? Tom didn't kill the little rabbit, are you right, boy?" I did see the little carrot at that time Appeared there.

The brown-haired boy Nuonuo was speechless, "But, but..."

"Who killed the little rabbit, do you know, boy? The innocent little rabbit was hung on a reel. The little rabbit must have been in pain at that time. The pure creature was deprived of its life. The little rabbit must be resentful." " I watched the boy's trembling body, and I continued, "It could have been alive, as a little animal loved by the master, and accompanying the master like a loyal friend."

Then I don’t need to say any more, the child started crying on the spot, snot and tears came down together, “I, I didn’t mean it, I just tied the little rabbit to the winding line, because it was not good. But back, back It's time to die."

The remaining children looked at the crying boy in shock, as if they were meeting him for the first time.

"It's like a farce." I walked out of the orphanage holding Tom's hand, and walked slowly on the slippery street. The snowflakes were falling, and Little Carrot's hand was holding mine tightly.

Noticing that he kept looking up at me, I turned my head and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Little Carrot's big round eyes looked at me with sparkle like a small animal, and he smiled at me for the first time, very well-behaved, "Thank you, father."

"Like a little fool, so what if you really did it, you are still my child, and I am very defensive."

I don't know if it's right to teach children this way, but little radish smiles brighter anyway.I think it should be a good thing if he is happy.After all, I don't know him well, I only know that he is a little twisted, precocious, intelligent and patient.Showing indifference and aggression towards those who isolated him, a little wizard who was called a demon.

"Tom, are you often locked in a dark room?"

"Mrs Cole doesn't like me..."

"I hope you won't be afraid of the dark. I like to read short stories at night. If you are afraid of the dark, I can't ask you to read short stories together."

"Well, I'm not afraid of the dark. Father, can I sleep with you at night?"

"Of course, you can also read a bedtime story together."

"Are bedtime stories your habit?"

"Yes." I replied with a smile.

In fact, my old lady's habit before going to bed is to incarnate and die.

I tried my best to straighten the expression on my face so that the children would not leave an indelible shadow on our ferocious face...