The girl's family has been passed down from generation to generation in the cup magic, which is a magic that has been passed down from the allusion that "ordinary cups are sublimated from the Holy Grail by carrying the blood of the Holy Son", and the Holy Grail is more commonly recognized as a synonym for women, so as an "ordinary cup", the heads of the Bitwia family have been women for generations.

Originally, the girl was supposed to inherit the magic mark from her mother when she became an adult, and then become the new head of the family, which is also a common practice in the magician family. But in the first half of the year, something happened that was hard to ignore, and the girl's mother, the head of the Bitvia family, was drawn into the dispute of the Akalin family, and was blasted into pieces by their peculiar water magic. Because of this incident, the magic mark that had been passed down for hundreds of years was almost completely broken, and the Bitvia family began to decline.

The girl's daily task now is to listen to her father's teachings, restore the magic splendor as much as possible from the classics collected by the family, and do her best to continue the glory of the Bitvia family.

However, girls don't like that. Like every girl her age, she loves the sun, loves the sea of flowers, and occasionally dreams back at midnight, remembering the opposite sex she likes. But the girl's favorite should be her idol.

At the end of the last century, he saved the precarious Magic Society, allowing the lineage that might have been severed to the present. I heard my mother say that the reason why I was able to grow up naturally was also because of that big man. The reason why the Magic Association is still stable and stable is because of the big man who works in the Department of Law and Politics (Ministry of Magic) and fights evil as an Auror.

I grew up under the protection of that hero. Whenever she thought of such a thing, the girl's face couldn't help but flush pink, and then she kept rolling on the bed with the hero-like pillow.

"I wonder if Mr. Potter today is still fighting for a just cause, as usual?"

"Hey, don't get distracted, it's time to learn and replenish demons."

In the basement of the magic workshop, the father, who taught the girl instead of her mother, called the girl like this, and she couldn't help but purse her lips. Before his mother's death, this man had never been able to hold his head up, and he lived in this castle resignedly. But after the death of his mother, everything seemed to be reversed, he was nominally the head of the family, but in fact the father was in charge of all the big and small things in the family.

The originally cowardly man seemed to be a different person, and began to be arrogant and arrogant, instructing the magicians who were far stronger than him. The girl didn't know why her father had become what he was, which made the girl quite miserable and helpless. But the girl knows that she needs to be patient now, and she needs to be patient. The day will come when the family's magic will be sublimated from an ordinary cup to a "normal cup", and everything will be restored to its original state. The girl was so heartily looking forward to it.

In Alexandre Dumas's "The Count of Monte Cristo", didn't the Count say this? All human wisdom is contained in these four words: "waiting" and "hoping". Then one day, my life will be able to go out of this old and old castle again, unload the burden of the family, see the flowers and the earth again, and shower to the bright sun.

Definitely, there will be such a day.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the magic workshop shook violently, and the magic workshop blessed by the family for three hundred years was theoretically able to resist all external enemies, even if a low-level heroic spirit descended into the world, it could also resist one or two. Judging by the seismic sensation...... It's above!

Someone is banging on the doors of the magic workshop.

"What's going on! Guardsman! Where are the guards?! Go up and see me! ”

The father lifted his pants in a panic and rushed out as if he had to escape, leaving the girl alone in the basement.

There seemed to be an intruder on the ground, but the half-girl had no idea what was going on, and after a moment of contemplation, the girl put on her clothes and staggered to her bedroom.

The shaking continued, and the light of the fire reflected through the gap in the door to the girl's eyes. Outside there were shouts of killing, as if the intruders were still engaged with the family guards.

But the girl knew that everything was coming to an end. After the decline of the family, the split took away a lot of the family's powerful personnel, and some hired magicians also left the family in disappointment. The Bitvia family has never been a big family, just a family of magicians with a short history of 300 years. The decline and the remaining combat power can hold on to the present, which has surprised the girl.

She curled up on the bed, wrapped in the bespectacled man's sheet, and held the idol's pillow in her arms.

She vaguely remembered that when her mother was alive, she asked the family why they chose this kind of magic study, which didn't sound great at all.

"Although it doesn't sound very powerful, but the cup magic is very high-end, you see that there has been a legend of real heroes chasing the Holy Grail since ancient times, maybe our ancestors, also with such a wish of the girl? Transform yourself into the 'Holy Grail' and wait for the hero to find and take him away. Isn't that a very romantic thing! ”

My ancestors are really girly, no wonder I chose such a magic trick that can only be learned by women. The girl still thought about it in her heart, but now, when she sensed the danger approaching outside the house, the girl's state of mind at this moment coincided with that of the ancestor who was surrounded by fire three hundred years ago.

(Can anyone come to my rescue?) ）

(Will anyone be able to find me and take me out of this castle?) ）

The footsteps outside the house were getting closer, and the girl wrapped the sheets tightly, tears of fear overflowing.

(Someone, come and save me!) ）

Then, the bedroom door opened silently, and against the backdrop of the firelight, a man with a difficult face walked in.

Emerald eyes cast over the glasses and reflected on the girl's pupils. The hero's mark on his forehead is like a golden lightning bolt streaking across the sky. Someone once told the girl that that was the label of "justice".

The girl jumped out of bed in surprise.

Then, a bright green glow flashed.

That was the last picture that the girl would ever see in her life.

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Every magic shot out of the wand takes away a life. Harry was in a trance as he recited an unforgivable spell that was too familiar to be familiar with, a spell that once only took away someone's weapon, which took the lives of others.

Bright green light illuminates the dimly lit magic workshop. The Bitvia family panicked and tried to flee, but the Dementors of the Department of Mysteries had surrounded the magic workshop, and there was no way out. The panicked members of the Bitvia family could only wait quietly for the arrival of death.

It's kind of funny, Harry thought to himself.

I used to be attacked by Dementors, and I never thought that there would be a day when I would cooperate with this group of monsters, watching those ghostly monsters flying back and forth in the magic workshop like blistered monsters, taking people's souls. Harry had been struck by the Unforgivable Spell while battling the most evil Dark Lord of all time, but now he was the one who used it.

Is the righteousness that you insist on when you are young just because your opponent is evil?

So now for the sake of maintaining peace, is it not just?

The Department of Mysteries is asking for total annihilation. Because of political necessity, the Bitvia family has violated the taboo of the Magic Society, and they have been privately contacting the governments of other countries in recent months to expose the affairs of the magic world in exchange for financial support. Once this kind of thing that is not handled well will easily lead to the subversion of the Magic Association, the Magic Association will list this kind of family that betrays information as the highest-level treatment target.

Even if he wanted to defect back then, the Thousand Worlds Leaf who formed a new magic association in Romania did not have the treatment. The people who are active in the Department of Mysteries are basically pouring out of the nest, and a large number of Dementors are also called.

Those people are undoubtedly wrong. Harry kept saying to himself. Those who intend to subvert the Magic Association and threaten the entire world of magic are undoubtedly their enemies who should protect peace. So he raised his wand in a trance, and wiped out every enemy.

Just as it had been more than a decade ago, the bright green light passed through the magicians' chests, bringing everyone an equal and peaceful death. Only this time it is no longer the black magician who is feared by everyone, but the brave man who is praised.

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PS: Yesterday I patronized to write a biography, and when I came back to my senses, I didn't write a heretical biography at all...... Okay, I'll release a single book after the insect master's biography is written.,Save the story of not liking to read non-protagonists.。 I guess it's going to be written for a long time.,After all, it's written as a separate volume.,The plot from meeting the Winter Saintess to hanging up...... Anyway, I wrote the biography before I finished writing it, isn't it too unprofessional? (Pondering) Forget it, anyway, I'm a salted fish who doesn't care about grades