Schutz III

As soon as Draco and Pansy came in, they saw four people sitting together in a strange atmosphere on a square table. Two of them knew each other: Shutz and Blaise. They knew a little about one: Byrne. Know one: Cain.

Schulz was fidgeting, and when he looked up, he saw a young couple with ruddy complexions.

"Come on, Draco and Pansy." Shutz tried to greet the two with a calm voice.

And Draco and Pansy glanced at the two smiling men, then at Blaise with an ugly face, laughed dryly, waved at Schulz and quickly disappeared.

Shuzi sighed in his heart, lowered his head and slowly stirred the milk tea that was about to cool down in front of him.He misses Salazar's cold and calm face very much now, at least it is better than Blaise's black face, Cain and Byrne's fake smiles.

There is no need to stay any longer after playing this far, Schulz stood up first, smiled at Byrne and Cain, "Brace and I are going back to school, goodbye."

Blaise stood up in a daze, his eyes a little surprised.

Cain's gentle smile froze on his face.

Byrne smiled even more happily, his eyes narrowed deeply, "Master, are you saying goodbye to me?"

Cain looked at Byrne thoughtfully, curled the corners of his mouth lightly for a long time, and rubbed Shuzi's hair in a paternal manner, "Then dad is leaving first."

Schultz had a few quibbles about being called "Daddy," but before he could say it, Cain asked him if he wanted to spend Christmas with him.

Shaking his head, shaking his head firmly.Thinking of the shattered double-sided mirror, Schultz felt that he must not agree to Ying Yin; besides, he didn't think his heart had been completely opened.After all, whatever the outcome, the reason is exploitation in the first place, isn't it?He was never a generous person.

Cain was a little disappointed, but he also understood that things had to be done step by step, and left the teahouse with a smile.

Seeing that one was solved, Schulz looked at Byrne who was smiling but could not stop chilling.

Byrne glanced at Blaise from the corner of his eyes, and said in a mocking tone, "Master, do you think you have the right to let me go?"

He came to Schulz's side and stared condescendingly into Schultz's eyes, "I know you have remembered the past now. Shhh—don't worry." With his fingers on Schulz's lips, Byrne said softly, "I believe Me, you can't unilaterally let me leave you."

Blaise watched Byrne's frivolous movements, his eyes were full of anger, but he found that he couldn't move at all.

Regardless of Shutz's stiffness, Byrne approached Shutz's ear, "I will forgive your rudeness this time, then... I will go back to the manor and wait for you."

It took several seconds for Byrne to leave before Blaise regained control of his body.

"Are you all right, Blaise?"

Blaise, however, didn't seem to have heard Schulz's words, and clenched his fists tightly; at this moment, he hated his own weakness - he was simply vulnerable in front of the opponent, and he seemed powerless with every movement of the opponent.Such a him... How can such a him get what he wants?

Seeing Brace, who was immersed in his own thoughts, Schulz hesitated for a moment and called out again.

Bryce raised his head reflexively, and after being slightly stunned, the corner of his mouth put on a smirk again, "Let's go, let's go back to school."

Schulz felt that there was something wrong with Blaise's eyes, but it was hard to say anything, and the two left in silence.

Salazar browsed through the numerous files in front of him, and tapped lightly on the desktop, "That's all?"

Villanova shook his head, "In fact, sir, if you want to know more, you can go to the family laboratory." He paused, "The family secretly absorbed a group of religious heretics from Rome in the [-]th century. These people have always existed as the family's secret power in the Muggle world."

Seeing that Salazar had no expression on his face but did not object, he calmed down a little and continued, "These people have combined alchemy with Muggle chemistry and physics, and developed many methods that are more advanced than the Muggle world." arms."

Salazar frowned slightly, "I have no idea of ​​introducing Muggle weapons into the wizarding world."

"Then you—"

"You said that the current headmaster had contact with the Muggle Prime Minister many times?"

Villanova withdrew his surprise, "Yes."

"Well, you arrange it. I need to see the Prime Minister before I leave." Salazar looked out of the window. "I want to make sure they don't interfere with our thoughts and - turn him into our ally."

Villanova lowered his head, and asked again after a long time, "I heard that sir, you agreed to cooperate with that Dark Lord?"

"Cooperation?" Salazar raised his eyebrows. "Maybe it's just mutual use. Besides, this junior is full of thoughts. Also, he claims to be my descendant. I want to know your explanation for this matter."

Villanova pursed her lips in embarrassment, "After you left, sir, I also left East England with the rest of my family..."

"Where's Eugene?"

Villanova's face became even more embarrassed, "Master Eugene had disappeared before that."

"So he might be a descendant of Eugene?"

"Yes, sir."

Mr. Prime Minister has not had a very comfortable life recently. First, the newly appointed Minister of Administration always caused troubles, and then the support rate of voters in the Northwest constituency for the new government has been declining, but this is not enough What, what worried the prime minister the most was a letter, a letter from a man named Villanova Leviathan.Mr. Prime Minister couldn't help thinking of the advice given to him by an old man wearing a Christmas star robe who suddenly appeared in his office three days ago: be careful of the evil forces in that world.So could this Villanova Leviathan be the evil force that the old man said?Looking at the repeated gorgeous silver-green lines on the envelope, Mr. Prime Minister sighed deeply, picked up the phone and made arrangements to his administrative secretary, "Pull down the meeting with the Duke of Somerset, I want to make sure that tomorrow is a full day Plenty of time."

At nine o'clock the next morning, Mr. Prime Minister sat behind his desk on time, his eyes glanced at the slow-moving second hand from time to time, and he couldn't help but stretch out his hand to loosen the colorful tie around his neck.He couldn't help but wonder if the people who came this time would have the same weird taste as the old man with the white beard last time.No—probably not, the Prime Minister thought of the smooth and elegant cursive English written on the beige letter paper embroidered with gold. A person who has an assistant who can write such a letter must have a very high level of self-cultivation.

While the Prime Minister was still sighing, a man appeared in front of his door out of thin air, and a burst of bitter mint fragrance permeated with the flow of air.

"Hello, Mr. Prime Minister."

A cold but extremely pleasant voice sounded, and the Prime Minister couldn't help but look at the tall man in front of him.A black robe swayed slightly as the man moved forward, but there was no wrinkle; long black hair hung down from his shoulders, and a pair of red vertical pupils looked at him casually, yes, casually.This man doesn't seem to take him seriously, maybe this guy is really the evil villain?

Sarah looked at the so-called Muggle Prime Minister who was wandering in the sky, and suddenly wondered whether such a person had to talk about it in person.

It took about a minute for Mr. Prime Minister to recover under the pressure of the cold gaze, trying to make a peaceful facial expression and say, "Hello, sir."

"Salazar Slytherin."

"Yes, Mr. Slytherin," the Prime Minister answered kindly, and then asked, "Would you like something to drink?"

"No." Salazar sat down on the sofa, "Maybe we can start talking as soon as possible."

"Oh, yes." The Prime Minister sat down with a serious demeanor. "And what would you like to talk about, Mr. Slytherin?"

"I know you have some agreements with Dumbledore."

The Prime Minister's face turned serious.

"I hope you can take a closer look at those agreements. Do you think that the Muggle world under your rule - at least in terms of medical skills and scouting news - relies too much on wizards?"

The Prime Minister blinked, "What do you mean, sir?" He folded his hands on the table, and after thinking for a while quietly, he said, "You are probably a very remarkable person in the wizarding world. It should also be very powerful; with all due respect, you may not be able to understand how important those insignificant potions and the mind-bending minds of wizards are to some of our work in your opinion."

Salazar pursed his lips, his eyes were cold.

"Mr. Dumbledore is much friendlier than you." The Prime Minister chuckled, "This kind old gentleman not only provides us with some effective potions for free, but also regularly invites his followers to visit us. By assisting us in our work, many vicious cases were easily resolved."

"But after all, you and we belong to two different worlds. Does Mr. Prime Minister really think this is a good thing if you use the power of wizards too much?"

Seeing that the man's expression was a little shaken, Salazar continued, "Your current behavior is equivalent to dragging wizards who are trying their best to avoid the world into Muggle affairs, you know it's easy to get them involved but it's not so easy to let them go. "

The prime minister's face began to turn pale, obviously thinking about the related bad results.

"If you ever think about it, please feel free to contact my servant."

The author has something to say:

Mr. Zha has been so busy recently that he has no time/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~ The teacher assigns a paper that needs 1W words, plus the classes are full every day, so the sleep time is really tight... So it’s only updated now, and the number of words is not too much/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~Forgive me.

PS: It may be slower, but a certain slag will not be pitted.

PPS: Thank you for the mines of the smiling master, okay~~~