It's a simple question. But how do you say things to a little kid are not that simple, and some questions may not have easy answers – and may not even have answers at all.

Although from a very young age, we have become accustomed to looking for an answer, whether the answer is open or closed, we always want to know an ending, always want to see the end of the story.

But the real world is continuous, no matter what Andrew wants, the world can't be broken, and even if all the wizards in this world are together, they can't stop the continuity of the world.

The Age of the Demon God is over, the end of the law is coming, the dimensional wars, the Star Monarch, the Source of Destruction, these unprecedented destroyers are eroding every universe until they are in ruins.

The world is not at all as beautiful as it is in the eyes of children, no matter how precocious they are and how sensible they are from an early age, they may still end up with nothing.

Andrew looked at her overly sophisticated eyes again, and then quickly looked away. Andrew didn't want her to see what kind of people were around her, and he didn't want her to see what the demons wanted to do to her. She didn't need to know. "I'll do my best to help your mom. “

She nodded. "I have heard a lot about you from Elder Dora, I have heard your stories in school, and I know you are very good. “

Andrew wanted to say something more, but in the end he didn't say anything. Andrew nodded and assured her.

She thought for a moment, looked at Andrew, and nodded. "Mr. Li, my dad used to be a good man, but I don't think he is anymore. Her expression looked sad. It was a poignant, innocent expression. "Will you kill him?"

Again, a simple question.

"Yes. This time Andrew didn't think about it for long, he was used to this kind of decision, and the removal of the remnants of time of the danger people - to turn them to ashes - was the easiest and most efficient way to deal with the trouble people--- Andrew did not realize what this meant for a first-year Hogwarts student.

Andrew told her. "He wants to kill you, and he's already killed so many people. So I may have no choice but to end his life. “

She stopped talking, lifting her chin. "I love my little Aunt Jane so much. Her eyes filled with tears.

"Mom didn't say anything, Billy was too young to figure out what was going on, but I knew what was going on. She turned around and left with an unimaginable grace in Andrew's unimaginable manner, and said calmly: "Mr. Lee, I hope you are also a good person, we really need the help of good people, I hope you are all safe, I will study hard at Hogwarts, and become a powerful wizard like you in the future, I will try to become an Auror and protect those who are weak." “

With that, she disappeared barefoot and quietly at the other end of the hallway.

Andrew got away from the house as fast as he could, his feet running down the eerie sidewalk back to the taxi parked around the corner.

Andrew got into the car and asked the driver to take him to the nearest public phone booth, and Andrew closed his eyes and tried to think.

After facing the countless temptations and "good advice" of the devil, it is really difficult to think.

The devil tries to convince Andrew that he is too stupid---- they want to take advantage of Andrew's sympathy, and of course they feel that the mother and daughter need to pay some small price--- the devil's code: fair dealing, right.

But Andrew just hates to see people like Monica and Little Jenny get hurt. There shouldn't be pain like this in the world, and every time something like this happens, Andrew gets angry, angry and sad.

Andrew didn't know if this was the source of the demon's power, they became more active, and kept trying to convince Andrew to kill those fools directly with the Death Spell--- Andrew had to wonder if each time he used the Death Spell would bring him closer to losing his mind.

Andrew wants to peel Philip directly into a pile of gravel--- he absolutely needs to rely on a certificate to be a parent, and he has to be reviewed annually, otherwise the world will really be saved.

Andrew wanted to give Jenny a hug and tell her that everything was okay--- and that he might want to send Elder Dora an owl letter. Andrew was now like finding Philip, the poor wizard apprentice, who had no idea what he was doing.

"Magic, magic, it's not magic's fault, poor man, he has mastered abilities that he shouldn't have mastered, and as a result, he has completely lost himself and become a pathetic shadow. Andrew told himself. "Too many people simply don't understand what it takes to really master those powers. “

The driver looked at Andrew with a strange look in the rearview mirror--- looked at Andrew and muttered to himself.

Andrew squeezed all the feelings, all the devastating desires and anger, into an airtight ball. Andrew doesn't have time to be numbed by these feelings, what Andrew needs is sobriety, focus and determination.

Hermione, Hermione might be able to help. Andrew can reveal the news of the seaside mansion to her and ask her to notify the police. They'd find a bunch of illegal drugs over there and arrest Philip like a criminal.

But there are many loopholes in this plan.

What if Philip hadn't left the medicine at the seaside mansion, what if he escaped from the police? If he did, Monica and her little ones would be in danger.

Not only that, what if Hermione didn't listen to Andrew? Damn, there's no way a judge in these days would just take a word from one person and send a search ticket to investigate someone else's private mansion.

What's more, there's another search ticket just to catch this big-mouthed guy. Not only that, but the bureaucrats on Sunday who are going to stir up trouble over which police station the seaside community belongs to will slow things down. No, Andrew can't rely on the police.

If it weren't for this, if the Ministry of Magic had been less suspicious of Andrew, Andrew could have reported Filly to them and let them take care of it.

They have always been merciless to magicians like Philip, summoning demons, killing people, and creating forbidden drugs, all of which have defied every one of the magic precepts. The Ministry of Magic should not hesitate to send someone like Morgan to kill Philip.

But Andrew can't rely on the Ministry of Magic either. Andrew had already made them suspicious, thanks to the narrow-minded, short-sighted Morgan. The Ministry of Magic was already meeting at sunrise on Monday, and there were some people in the ministry who would trust Andrew, but they might have gone far by now.

Therefore, Andrew came to a conclusion: Andrew had to go on his own and come by himself.

That's a thought-provoking thought.

Andrew has to face Philip in his own magical stronghold, the seaside mansion. It didn't matter, Andrew still had to defeat him without violating the magic precepts---- Andrew couldn't arouse suspicion. Andrew can't kill him with illusions - but Andrew has to stop him anyway.

Whether Andrew chooses to face him or not, it seems that Andrew has a good chance of dying. Then let him die, if Andrew is destined to die, Andrew will never let himself lie on the ground moaning and complaining. If Philip wanted to kill Hermione, he had to use magic to end Hermione's life.

This decision made Andrew happy. At least Andrew knows what he's doing and where he's going. Andrew decides, and what Andrew needs is a sharp blade, a weapon that the Ministry of Magic has not expected.

Now that Andrew knew his identity, Andrew understood the magic he used better when he fought him outside his apartment.

It's powerful and lethal, but it's not too complicated and not very well controlled. Philip's magic is powerful, he is a natural mage - but he has not practiced and has not been professionally trained---- most of these wizards may be unaware of their talents for the rest of their lives, of course, some of them have awakened into all kinds of strange appearances, and even better have become the obscurity of legends.

If Andrew had one of the things on him, like hair, Andrew would have been able to deal with him. Maybe Andrew should go back and check on Monica's bathroom, but Andrew had a hunch that he wouldn't be negligent to that extent. Anyone who would want to use this trick against someone else is an extreme paranoid person and will not give people the opportunity to deal with him in the same way.

Andrew had a flash of inspiration – Andrew did have one thing from Philip. Andrew has his scorpion amulet, which Andrew keeps in his desk drawer in his office. It's one of his tools, something he's close to and familiar with. Andrew could use the amulet to establish a connection with him, and use his own magic to turn against him and defeat him as if he were using force, so decided, Hugh said.

Maybe Andrew still has a chance--- can kill this idiot without using any unconventional means.

The driver drove the car to a gas station and parked next to a public phone booth. Andrew asked him to wait a moment and got out of the car, fumbled around with a penny and a penny from his pocket, and dialed the phone. Not only does Andrew count the scum to see tomorrow, Andrew arranges for Philip to live in hell for a while, maybe forever.

Andrew dialed Hermione's office phone number.

The phone rang several times, and finally someone picked it up. The quality of the line was very bad, there was a lot of noise, and Andrew couldn't hear who it was. "Hermione's office, I'm Mike. “

"Mike. Andrew said loudly into the phone. "I'm Andrew Lee, and I'm talking to Hermione. “

"Huh?" said Mike. The phone makes a high-pitched noise of interference. The phone always bothered Andrew when he least needed it. "I can't hear me, Hermione? You're going to talk to Hermione? Who are you? Anderson, is that you?"

"I'm Andrew Lee. Andrew yelled. "I'm going to talk to Hermione. “

"Ugh. Mike read a few words. "Anderson, I can't hear you. So, Hermione went out, and she searched Andrew Lee's office with a search ticket. “

"Where is she going?" Andrew said.

"Andrew Lee's office. Mike said. "She said she'll be back soon, let's do it first, the phone line is terrible, you can call again. He hung up the phone.

Andrew hurriedly fumbled for another two-and-a-half-cent, and Andrew dialed the phone number of Andrew's office with a trembling hand. The last thing Andrew wanted was for Hermione to rummage through Andrew's office, or even seize Andrew's things. If she had listed the scorpion as evidence, Andrew would have eaten and walked away, never having a chance to explain to her what it was. If she was allowed to see Andrew, she would probably be so angry that she would take Andrew into custody and lock him up for the whole night. If that happens, Andrew will be hung up in the morning.

Andrew's phone rang several times, and then Hermione picked it up, and the line was as good as hell. "Andrew Lee Office. “

"Xiaomin. Andrew said. "Thank goodness. That's right, I'm going to talk to you. “

Andrew could feel her anger. "Andrew, it's too late. You should have come to talk to me this morning. Andrew heard her walking around, and she began to open Andrew's drawer.

"Hey, Hermione. Andrew said angrily. "I know who the killer is. Please don't touch that desk, it's dangerous. Andrew originally thought that Andrew was telling a lie, but as soon as the words came out, Andrew realized that Andrew was telling the truth. Andrew remembered that when he was examining the amulet, he had seen or thought that Andrew himself had seen some movement. Maybe Andrew wasn't cranky.

"Danger you're big. Hermione growled. Andrew heard her pour out all the ballpoint pens in the first drawer of Andrew's desk and fumbled around, and the amulet was placed in the next drawer. "Shall I tell you what is dangerous? It is dangerous for you to dare to play tricks on me, Andy. I'm not here to play with you haha, I don't believe anything you say anymore. “

"Hermione. Andrew managed to make his tone sound smooth. "You have to believe me and give me another chance. Please, don't touch that desk. “

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line. Andrew heard her take a breath and exhale through her mouth, and then Hermione said in her tough, professional tone, "Why? Lee, what's in there?"

Andrew heard her open the next drawer.

There was a click, Hermione cursed, followed by the sound of the microphone falling to the ground. Andrew heard the deafening sound of gunfire and the screeching of bullets, followed by a burst of screams.

"Fuck!" Andrew yelled into the phone. "Hermione!" Andrew hung up the phone and ran back to the taxi.

The taxi driver winked at Andrew. "Hey, brother, where are you going? “

Andrew slammed the door shut and told him the address of his office. Then he took out all the cash he had and said, "Get there in five minutes." “

The driver looked at the money in amazement, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Crazy, no wonder everyone says that taxis carry a bunch of crazy people." He drove Andrew into the street and drove away.

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