The history of human society has been repeating the same thing, fighting.

For better food, for better resources, for better women, from ancient times to the present, as long as there is, there will be no shortage of struggles between people.

Perhaps, the initiators will give their actions a glossy name, but they can't avoid the fact that they need to take the lives of others to achieve their own ends.

To Shaun, Voldemort's actions are like the rebellion of a young boy with beautiful dreams when he first comes into contact with a chaotic society.

It's impossible to say who is right and who is wrong, no snowflake is innocent in an avalanche.

Tom Mavolo Riddle, who incarnated as Voldemort, may have been stimulated by his own upbringing, and chose to embark on his current path.

On the whole, his actions are docile, of course, for ordinary people who do not affect him, and the wizards live in fear of him.

"I said a long time ago, the guys in the wizarding world are really weak."

There is nothing new, and all Sean has to do is stay in his small room and lose a few more hairs in the face of tedious research.

Well, I'll have to prepare for the next semester of the melee mage course.

Shakespeare's departure really caused him a lot of trouble.

"I knew that I would have set a contract, and if I resigned, I had to give half a year's notice."

Complaining and waiting, Sean was not very happy busy.

"Long time no see, I guess you're Hagrid, right? This lady is very happy to meet you, doesn't Lao Deng introduce me? ”

"Long time no see, Professor Sean. You...... Still so young, I feel like you haven't changed your appearance for so many years. ”

After Hagrid confirmed that the person in front of him was indeed Sean, he said in surprise that no one knew how complicated his heart was.

"Thank you for the compliment, if I were a lady, I would probably love it."

After saying that, Sean sat opposite Dumbledore, watching that there was no one else in the Hog's Head Bar except for them and the owner, and Sean was happy to hear what good news Dumbledore had brought him.

Heavy rain doesn't make people feel happy, unless there is a bowl of warm soup to warm people's cold hearts.

A steaming glass of butterbeer was placed in front of Sean, and no soup or liquor would work.

Sean took a sip and looked at the three people present, finally focusing on Albus Dumbledore.

He, and Dumbledore, knew that if there wasn't a good reason, Shaun should be angry.

As a senior professor at Hogwarts for more than forty years, Sean has the ability and the credentials to speak out about his grievances.

"This is Lady Sybil Tree, the new Divination Professor at Hogwarts, and I have asked you here today to let you hear about Sybil Tree last year

Launey's prophecy. ”

Dumbledore still maintained that amiable countenance, which seemed very relatable to those new students who had just arrived at Hogwarts.

"Oh, what a prophecy, more than a prophecy or something, I would like to hear what you will do to your good disciple. He's kept my unsuccessful disciple busy, and if you don't act quickly, maybe Shakespeare will really kill him and become a hero in the English wizarding world. ”

Taunting Dumbledore, Sean had a reason to do so.

If there is anyone in the wizarding world who has the ability to deal with Voldemort alone, in addition to Dumbledore in front of him, the other is Shaun's disciple Shakespeare.

Although there are some complaints about Shakespeare's sudden departure that he has a lot more work, Sean is still happy to see his disciples make a name for themselves after completing their studies.

Sean does not intend to interfere in the lives of his disciples, their own choices, and everyone is prepared to face the consequences of their choices.

However, Shakespeare's record on the front line of the anti-ambush has made his melee mage course a lot busier, and many wizarding families will ask their children to perform well in the melee mage course, and it would be even better if they could enter Sean's eyes.

As a result, the obvious course problems for the sake of the mission, or the countless visits for some reason, forced Sean to move out of Hogwarts during his sabbatical and find a room in a remote place to do his own research in peace.

Boys who are "born into a family that has fought off the Dark Lord three times", "will be born at the end of the seventh month", and have "powers unknown to the Dark Lord" will appear and defeat Lord Voldemort.

Dumbledore said to Shaun.

"Prophecy? I think it's better to believe this prophecy than to bet on my disciples, and if you make a little effort, maybe Tom won't be able to do things for fourteen years, you say. ”

"It's all in the past."

Dumbledore picked up the cup and clinked glasses.

"Anyway, you're the principal, and I can't control you, can I? Tell me, it's better to have a bowl of hot soup than a butterbeer. ”

"Of course, we've been friends for years, and I need to do me a favor with Hagrid with your strength."

1981, Halloween, Night.

Shaun and Hagrid braved the snow and arrived in Godric's Hollow, where they were going to visit the Potters, even if Shaun had paid Hogwarts for his years of room and board.

Hagrid, who has a little giant blood, intimately shields Professor Sean from the oncoming cold wind for Professor Sean, who is not known how many years old.

To be honest, Hagrid still couldn't believe his eyes, from the beginning of his enrollment to the present, Sean was still the same as when they first met, which made him feel that this was a breakthrough in the research of Master Nick Lemay.

There is nothing to say all the way, and no one will want to pour a breath of cold wind in one mouth

Babbling in the air.

"Potter, it's me, Hagrid."

Arriving at his destination, Hagrid knocked on the door, but there was no response from inside.

Sean frowned, he felt that the magical elements in the room had become disorderly and disorderly.

This shows that there was a big battle in the room not long ago, and he immediately said: "Open the door and go in, there is a situation inside." ”

Don't worry about asking, Hagrid has been instructed by Dumbledore before coming back, and everything is based on Sean.

Lift your foot, contract, force, kick.

The delicate gate fell to the ground in response, letting out a cry of helplessness.

Blood streaked all over the floor of the room, and two adults fell to the ground, motionless.

The two of them, whose bodies were only a little warm, and who had long since lost their breath, had lost their lives.

"James, Lily!"

Hagrid, Pouton, knelt in front of them and let out a helpless roar.

Sean touched the tip of his nose and observed everything in the room.

A baby's cry caught the attention of the two, a child the size of a ball, lying in the arms of his dead mother, trying to reach out his little hand to get his mother's attention.

"Take it back, give this child to Dumbledore, and tell him by the way, Tom will probably be dead for a few years."

Looking at the scar on the child's head, Sean also had a certain number in his heart.

Is it really a cunning fellow who resists death like this?

With a sigh, Sean left the room, looking at the snowy sky and was silent for a long time.

Only by experiencing oppression can we appreciate the beauty of freedom.

The few people know that Voldemort is not dead, and it is indeed claimed that the mysterious man will never appear again, in order to heal the wounds that Tom had caused.

When Shaun returned to Hogwarts, he could still feel the unrest in his heart, and he understood that the script had just been played.

Recalling the news that Snot had brought, Sean didn't have any way at all, all he could do at the moment was to pass the trial as soon as possible in the world designed by Calder.

Summer 1985.

Sean receives a letter that embarrasses him.

"You're fifty years old, and you're still going to get married, man!"

Putting down the envelope, Sean felt that the concept that Xiao Wang had told him next door was right.

Men are very single-minded beings.

When a man is eighteen years old, he likes an eighteen-year-old girl.

When a man is twenty-eight years old, he still likes an eighteen-year-old girl.

When a man is fifty-eight years old, he still likes eighteen-year-old girls.

Shakespeare, who had been single for more than fifty years, sent an invitation to his teacher that was enough to be burned, and he was getting married.

PS: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival! King Meow wishes everyone a happy family and a great fortune!