Falsifying history is good business

Chapter 342 Someone Always Comes to Cause Trouble

It wasn't even November yet, but the fireplace in the reception room was already lit. The magical flame was warm and bright; the fireplace in the manor was not only a node of the Floo network, but also a protective array. When the owner was unable to protect himself, the flame could dispel all malicious black magic.

As for why his master was "inconvenient", Lin You didn't want to answer. In his arms was a pair of beautiful calves, every inch of skin and every pore exuding a healthy and agile beauty; the toes of the two feet playfully pressed on his belly in turn, as if playing the piano.

Lin You grabbed both feet and moved his fingertips up along the ankles; the itchy stimulation made the owner of the legs chuckle, and the legs were as hard as marble sculptures when they were tensed, but relaxed in just a moment, regaining their elasticity and vitality in Lin You's palms.

From the knees up were longer and rounder thighs, which stretched straight, widening the distance between men and women, so that even if Lin You stretched out his arms, he couldn't reach the upper body of the leg owner. After trying several times without success, he withdrew his hand in frustration - which caused the leg owner to laugh again.

Diana's body was beautiful; her demigod bloodline gave her amazing fighting power, but also gave her corresponding recovery ability. Years of training and fighting meant she would never be injured, but past injuries had never left any marks on her.

This body was more perfect and healthier than those of the noble ladies who took good care of every pore. As the sun set, the rays of light shone through the window, casting a golden and red halo on every inch of her skin.

"What are you laughing at?" Lin You suddenly asked. From the moment the two of them maintained this posture, Diana had an indescribable "strange" smile on her face.

"Guess?" Maybe it was because she shouted too loudly during the day, but Diana's voice was a little hoarse and sounded more charming.

"I'm just a kid, are you still guessing? You look like a female fox who has successfully sneaked into a chicken coop."

This sentence earned Wonder Woman a kick that was neither light nor heavy.

"I was just thinking that you men can be quite cute when you are inexperienced."

"...Pa!" Lin You's face immediately turned red, and he slapped with his backhand; although he couldn't reach the upper body, he could still reach other parts.

Diana also smiled with a red face. As she smiled, she didn't know what she remembered. Suddenly, she buried her head in the sofa and hid it. All that could be seen was her shoulders shaking violently.

"What are you laughing at?" Lin You was both helpless and curious.

Diana ignored him. After she had laughed enough, she raised her head and faced Lin You's persistent gaze, saying something else: "I was just wondering why you didn't resist? You are a Saint Seiya, your strength is not much worse than mine. I was afraid that if I took the initiative, I would scare you away!"

At that time, only a fool would run!
But you can't say this directly.

Lin You looked up at the ceiling, pretended to think for a moment, and replied: "Well, I'm just afraid that you'll tie me up with the Lasso of Truth when I try to escape! Instead of that, it's better to..."

Lin You deliberately "left himself speechless", which made Diana stunned. Then he made a "puff" sound and buried his face again, but his shoulders were shaking more and more violently.

Is this girl's sense of humor so low? Can she laugh like this at a dirty word? Lin You was stunned, but he became much bolder; taking advantage of the good opportunity, he moved his fingers and palms over his knees and upwards.

"Huh?" Diana suddenly sensed something and raised her head; there was a gleam of light in her eyes, she was laughing so hard that tears came out.

Being stared at by Wonder Woman, Count Goff subconsciously stopped moving his hands, but he couldn't help rubbing his palms on the "original spot".

As we all know, friction generates heat; the man's hands and the woman's legs were gradually heating up due to the friction; the heat in the room rose, almost melting Wonder Woman's eyes and Count Goff's reason again.

Just when the temperature was so high that it was about to catch fire, there was a sudden knock on the door; a childish voice called out from outside the door: "Brother, brother, Shasha is hungry; I want some snacks!"

The sound was like a bucket of cold water poured over their heads, completely extinguishing the passion of the man and woman in the room, without even a spark left.

"Oh..." Lin You let out a long sigh, and as he withdrew his hand, he lay down helplessly; the sigh fell into Diana's ears, in exchange for a complacent, shy, and somewhat sarcastic laugh.

"Bang bang bang... bang bang..."

Minerva outside the door had no idea that she had ruined her brother's good deeds. The knocks on the door became more and more urgent. Unlike the crisp sound of ordinary people knocking on the door with their knuckles, the dull knocking sound easily reminded people of the little girl's chubby little hands.

"Go...go!" Diana kicked her calves and kicked Lin You's hands away, freeing her feet from his arms; she quickly stood up and hurriedly put on her clothes.

Count Goff sighed again and got up lazily. Before he could put on his clothes, he saw that Her Royal Highness the Princess had already been dressed, with her sword, shield and other equipment in her hands.

As expected of a superhero, he can change clothes very quickly.

Then she pushed open the window and went out without even saying goodbye. She kicked her legs and soared into the sky, disappearing into the depths of the clouds in the blink of an eye.

Lin You was holding up his pants for a long while before he was "awakened" by the knock on the door. He quickly put on his clothes and flicked his wand: "Clean it up." He didn't open the door until there was no more odor in the room.

Minerva stood at the door with her hands on her hips, angrily speaking, her face puffed up like a bun, angry and aggrieved: "I've been hungry for a long time, hum!"

The brother felt guilty and scratched his nose subconsciously. He quickly took out the divinity of Athena to divert the little girl's attention.

Fortunately, girls of this age are easy to please. Once they get something delicious, their expressions immediately turn from gloomy to bright and they smile widely. If this had happened ten years later, it would not have been so easy for Lin You to get away with it.

Only after the little girl ran away with the godhead in her arms to eat it did the old butler come in and hand over a letter. When he opened it, he found it was an official letter from the Ministry of Magic.

"When did you come?" Lin You asked as he looked.

"It will be delivered by owl at noon." The old butler answered the question in a serious manner, as if he was not curious at all why his young master would lock the door and hide in the reception room, and stay there for almost the entire day. The official letter was a formal invitation to the "Royal Magical Advisor of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland".

As can be seen from the title, this is a formal official invitation; the reason for the invitation is also very simple and direct: invite Lin You to witness the execution of the Death Eaters in an official capacity.

"Connolly Fudge is going on a killing spree." Lin You pondered the wording of the invitation letter and sneered sarcastically, "In just one night, the trial and sentencing process was completed, and the execution was officially carried out in less than 24 hours; he really can't wait!"

The old butler reminded, "There is actually a precedent for the quick trial of Death Eaters. When the Dark Lord fell more than ten years ago, the liquidation of Death Eaters was very swift; as long as there was clear evidence, they would be tried and sentenced quickly. Sometimes they would be captured in the morning, sentenced at noon, and sent to Azkaban in the afternoon."

"Yes, it's only after Voldemort dies that the Ministry of Magic will show such swift and efficient action." Lin You threw the official letter on the table, looked up at the sky, and started to change clothes again; "Bring my old clothes. When I meet those bureaucrats, it's better to continue to look like an eleven-year-old."

When the old butler heard the word "every time", he couldn't help but hesitate; however, his good professional attitude and habits made him not ask more questions. Instead, he quickly responded to the young master's request and prepared travel clothes for him.

Minerva was eating happily, but when she looked up and saw her brother was about to go out again, she immediately ran over with her short legs, shouting, "I want to go too."

Children of this age have begun to become curious about the wider outside world.

"No, the place we are going today is very dangerous and scary. Minerva can't go there." Lin You said, touching the little girl's head.

The Ministry of Magic today does not have the strict "death penalty". The most serious punishment is the "Dementor's Kiss"; under normal procedures, the execution site will be in the Inquisition or Azkaban.

Neither place is fun for children.

Minerva pouted and began to twist her small body left and right with her belly as the axis, expressing silent protest.

But this little trick couldn't faze his brother. Lin You just stretched out his hand and pretended to take back the Athena Godhead in advance, and the little girl didn't care about being awkward anymore, she turned around and ran away, biting the Godhead in big mouthfuls while running, fearing that if she was slow, she would miss a bite or two.

As a result, she ate too fast and too much, and soon she began to feel drowsy; when the old housekeeper came back with clothes, Minerva had already fallen asleep on the sofa. The godhead ate too much and could not digest it in time, so the body function actively adjusted, using more energy for digestion, and the brain automatically shut down and went to sleep.

I can only say that the little girl has a bad memory. I don’t know how many times she has been tricked by this trick. She only remembers the food but not the beating.

Lin You took back the remaining godhead and weighed it in his hand. In fact, there was not much left; he estimated that it would be used up in a year or so. He left Minerva to the old housekeeper, bent down and crawled into the fireplace, and went to the Ministry of Magic first; but as soon as he emerged, he did not see Cornelius Fudge, but saw Dumbledore first.

"I thought you would need to recuperate for a while, Professor Dumbledore." Lin You greeted the other party.

Dumbledore was in a bad state; his face was pale, his cheeks were swollen, and his eyes were dull. He was trapped in the core of the dark magic storm last night and struggled to hold on, which almost exhausted his magic and willpower. If it were an ordinary wizard, he would have died or fallen seriously ill, but he appeared in the Ministry of Magic in less than 24 hours and blocked Lin You in advance.

"Now is not the time for me to rest, Blaise." Dumbledore said with a wry smile, "You are here to witness the execution of the Death Eaters, right?"

Lin You nodded: "Of course. The Death Eaters who escaped from prison have committed many attacks on Muggles, with many victims. The Ministry of Magic must give an explanation. I am the royal magic adviser, so it is only natural to invite me to witness the execution of the prisoners. When the matter is over, I have to submit a report to the royal family and the relevant investigation agencies."

"Do you really think that now is the right time to rush to execute the prisoner?" Dumbledore asked solemnly.

"Your attitude can be seen from your tone and wording, Professor Dumbledore." Lin You said with a smile. The expression on his face was completely opposite to that of the other party, full of a carefree and relaxed smile; "But for me, I don't care!"

"what?"

"You heard me right. I don't care." Lin You repeated his point of view. "I know that you want to keep the Death Eaters alive and look for clues from them. Just like you got clues about Herpo from Peter Pettigrew, you hope to get more information about Voldemort from these escaped Death Eaters."

"Isn't this the wrong thing to do? I want to find every chance to defeat Voldemort, but Cornelius Fudge just wants to erase every trace of Voldemort as quickly as possible." Dumbledore called the Minister of Magic by his full name, clearly expressing his dissatisfaction.

"I can understand your thoughts, but I still give the same answer; I don't care!" Lin You said frankly, "Voldemort is just a chess piece, and he cannot decide his own life or death. From my point of view, I am not in a hurry to find him, because as long as he shows up, I will be sure to kill him - if he is just Voldemort."

"If he is not just Voldemort, then what is he? Who exactly did I meet last night?" It was only then that Dumbledore asked the question that had concerned him most in the past day.

"A person who can use Voldemort as a chess piece, or a god." Lin You laughed. "Now that I have said this, you should understand why I don't care about Voldemort's threat. The Death Eaters who will receive the Dementor's Kiss today are insignificant to me. Their greatest use is to appease the Muggle royal family and government with death and reduce the hostility between the two sides caused by the attack."

"God...if even Voldemort is just a chess piece, does that mean I can do nothing when facing them?" Dumbledore's face looked even more tired.

"You can continue to track down Voldemort, but... if you discover any power beyond your imagination in the process - even if it's just a little bit of suspicious signs, please remember to inform me in time." Lin You said sincerely, "This is my advice."

Dumbledore looked at Lin You deeply and said nothing. At this time, Cornelius Fudge had appeared in the distance, running through the crowd and approaching the two of them. Because he ran too fast, he was panting and his face was a worrying pale blue.

"You...what are you talking about?" The Minister asked in a casual tone, but he looked at Dumbledore worriedly.

"Nothing; Professor Dumbledore invited me to watch the upcoming Triwizard Tournament."

Lin You certainly knew what the Minister of Magic was worried about, but he had no intention of exposing him; as a representative of the Muggle royal family, there was no need for him to get overly involved in the political disputes of the wizarding world, especially communicating with a pure and selfish politician like Cornelius Fudge, which was mostly just a waste of time.

"Of course, of course. It will be a rare event in the wizarding world in a century." Minister Fudge pretended to believe it and smiled cordially.

(End of this chapter)