Chapter 40 Margaret: Rolf, Do You Need Me to Help You Train Shirley?

Rolf and Margaret didn't talk for too long before returning to the second floor, because Margaret's mother Alyssa had gone home.

Alyssa was a witch of medium build. Although she looked ordinary, she was warm and talkative, and most importantly... she was a normal person.

In short, she was completely different from her beautiful crazy daughter.

Alyssa liked Rolf very much and talked to him about many recent events.

As the editor-in-chief of the New York Ghost, she couldn't help but talk about the Black Case because of her occupational disease.

"Does the British Ministry of Magic have no intention of executing Peter Pettigrew?" Alyssa handed the washed apple to Rolf and asked:

"He is a Death Eater who has been on the run for twelve years, so dangerous..."

"The British Ministry of Magic almost has no death penalty." Rolf thanked him and whispered: "They believe more in Azkaban and Dementors."

Similar to the Muggle world, the magic world is also divided into the death penalty faction and the abolitionist faction.

The so-called abolitionist faction, as the name suggests... is committed to promoting the abolition of the death penalty in judicial practice. The Wizengamot of the British Ministry of Magic belongs to the abolitionist faction.

If Voldemort is caught one day, he will probably not be executed, but imprisoned for life like Grindelwald.

The American magic world is different. For criminals with serious crimes, they will be killed directly without mercy, without any room for maneuver.

Back then, Newt came to New York alone and was sentenced to death... Of course, Grindelwald's own emotional factors played a big role in this.

Who made Newt and Dumbledore get too close, too intimate... so intimate that it has exceeded the normal teacher-student relationship.

At least that's what Grindelwald thinks.

Therefore, Grindelwald, who pretended to be Graves, the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, sentenced Newt to death without thinking.

"Are Dementors really reliable?" Margaret asked curiously:

"I heard from Dad that some members of the US Congress have proposed to introduce them."

"Unreliable." Rolf said bluntly: "Dementors feed on human emotions. They will follow whoever can really make them full. This is the instinct of Dementors and the simplest truth."

"The Ministry of Magic puts prisoners in Azkaban, which is equivalent to providing food for Dementors, but that amount of food is far from enough to satisfy their hunger or even reproduce their population."

"Once a powerful force appears and promises are made, Dementors will definitely betray immediately."

In the original time and space, Dementors collectively turned to Voldemort.

Of course, although Dementors have various problems, Rolf really wants to keep them... After all, who can refuse a cute black-robed monster who likes kissing?

Just then, footsteps came from the stairs.

"Dad is back!" Margaret shouted.

Soon, Horst walked into the room. His robe had many holes in it and he looked dusty.

"This is such a terrible night!" Horst sat down on the chair and muttered:

"We searched all the way to Mount Rainier in Washington State."

"Did you find anything?" Rolf asked.

"We caught a lot of wizards and blue-eyed toads, Rolf, you really helped a lot tonight." Horst said excitedly.

He quickly told what happened tonight. Those blue-eyed toads were indeed raised by the purgers. They tried to use those toxins to make wizards attack others... and thus expose the magical world.

Horst caught a lot of purgers, but some of them also ran away.

Soon, it was dinner time, and the dinner was very rich:

Roasted bison legs with leeks, venison pie stuffed with carrots, bacon and mushrooms, lamb chops coated with honey and cloves, and frozen fruit soup.

Queenie also took a pot of iced wine, and everyone had a drink.

After dinner, the group of people chatted by the fireplace again. Alesha urged them several times, and the family gathering was completely over, and everyone went back to their rooms.

Rolf slept next to Margaret. He had lived here when he was a child. After several years, the room was still reserved for him, and the furnishings in the room had basically not changed.

After taking a shower, Rolf got into the box and sat at the table, but not long after, he heard footsteps.

The boy knew who it was without looking. After all, there was no one else who came to his room late at night except Margaret.

Rolf looked up and it was indeed Margaret.

She was wrapped in a purple lace nightgown and slippers, and her two white and tender thighs swayed under the empty hem of the skirt.

Rolf glanced at the pleasing legs and asked, "Why are you here in the middle of the night?"

"To check whether my brother's nightlife is rich or not."

Margaret walked down the stairs, she glanced down at the table and said speechlessly:

"No way, you are not sleeping in the middle of the night, doing your homework for potions class here?"

"What else can I do?"

"You can go to my room to play games." Margaret half of her body pressed on the boy's shoulders, she blinked and said:

"I bought a lot of toys, there must be the type you like."

Rolf rolled his eyes, Margaret even borrowed the police uniform, she bought a fart toy.

Besides, if there were toys, they were also used to "play" with Rolf.

When she was a child, Margaret's favorite game was to trick Rolf into her room, tie him to the bed, take off his shirt... and draw sniffs on his back.

"If you are so free, help me do my homework on the history of magic?" Rolf took out a few pieces of parchment from a pile of homework.

"I don't even write for myself, so why would I write for you?" Margaret grabbed Rolf's ear and sneered, "What are you thinking, kid?"

Margaery wandered around the room and said suspiciously:

"The room is much larger than before, and the furnishings in this room...are definitely not decorated by you."

"why it's not me?"

"It's not like I've never been in here before. It was like a doghouse before!"

Margery picked up a celadon vase on the table. There were lotus flowers in the vase that were magically kept in bloom. She sniffed and said with a smile:

"Could you have made such an ingenious thing?"

"Well, it was my assistant who did it." Rolf said with some pride, "I hired an assistant at Hogwarts."

"Boy or girl."

"It must be a girl."

Margery was stunned for a moment. She suddenly kicked off her slippers, jumped on the single bed, rolled and screamed, but in the blink of an eye she became quiet again and turned into a dignified lady.

Margaery was lying on her side on the bed, supporting her head with one hand, putting on a pitifully injured expression, and complained in a soft tone:

"Little Luofu, you already have a girlfriend, don't you want a sister?"

"Don't talk nonsense, Shirley is just my assistant." Rolf shook his head and said, "I hired her to take care of those magical creatures."

"To take care of magical creatures, or to take care of you?"

Margaery grinned, then stretched out a slender finger, straightened her nightgown, brushed her hair, then gently lifted the nightgown up, assuming a seductive posture, and asked:

"Is that girl named Shirley as beautiful as me?"

Luofu didn't speak, Margery's eyes were shining, staring into the boy's eyes.

"The girl with the red ponytail...don't tell me, she's really pretty, but she's a bit skinny and she definitely doesn't have breasts."

Luofu quickly closed his eyes and said, "Don't you stop looking at other people's memories?"

Inherited from Queenie's magical talent, Margaery is also a natural master of Legilimency.

She cannot "turn off" Legilimency and sees everyone's inner thoughts without distinction, whether good, bad, malicious or kind.

Because of the torture of this ability, Margaery was a little neurotic and looked crazy.

But after she entered Yinfarmoni and learned how to control Legilimency, she rarely took the initiative to look at other people's thoughts.

"Sister, you are curious." Margaery winked and said with a smile:

"Would you like me to help you train that girl named Shirley? Look at how well Mikalatz has been trained by me."

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"Put her down, will you make Shirley crazy like you?" Luo Fu said speechlessly:

"If you go to Hogwarts one day, you'd better be serious and don't affect my glorious image in front of my friends."

"Heartless guy." Margaery scolded with a smile: "You have a beautiful assistant and you start to dislike your sister?"

"Go back quickly, it's very late." Luo Fe closed the book and said softly, "I'm going to bed."

Margery lifted up the quilt and curled up in the quilt. She smiled and said, "I'm going to sleep here at night. Do you want one?"

"You're a big-headed idiot." Luo Fe stood up and said, "You stay here and I go to sleep in your room?"

"Go quickly." Margaery wrapped herself tightly in the quilt and said with a smile:

"Good night. Early tomorrow morning, I will take grandma to my room to block you, and tell you to climb into my bed in the middle of the night... woo woo."

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