After stabbing my ex-boyfriend, I went traveling

"Why don't you just have a fight? What's the point of just arguing?" Yang Mei yawned. Today, he first went to Malfoy's house to get the diary back, and then acted with Riddle and walked around in Riddle's memory. Now he was really sleepy.

Got to sleep, now!

He waved his hands at Voldemort and Riddle: "If you want to quarrel, go outside and don't disturb my sleep."

The next day, Yang Mei was surprised to find that the two people who had been quarreling like two black-eyed chickens last night seemed to have reached some kind of consensus.

Riddle was actually willing to let Voldemort absorb this fragment of his soul.

What's going on? Did Voldemort drug his Horcruxes?

"Even if you have agreed, I cannot officially repair your souls for the time being." Yang Mei said, "Since you have already agreed, I will take Riddle's soul fragment out of the diary and put it in the Soul Nurturing Tree. Judging from your situation, you two will have to stay in the Soul Nurturing Tree for at least two months before your souls can be repaired."

"Do you have any other plans?" Voldemort asked.

"What else can I do? I'll just keep looking for Horcruxes for the Dark Lord." Yang Mei deliberately said in a sarcastic tone, "Dead objects like the gold cup and the locket are easy to find. As long as they haven't been taken away by others, they are probably still in their original places. It's not difficult to find them. The most difficult ones are the one on Harry Potter's head and the one on your pet snake.

They are alive. Even though they don’t have long legs, they can still run.”

Voldemort deeply agreed with this. He now regretted splitting his soul into so many parts, making it difficult to put it back together now.

"I'll take care of Harry Potter's side, but you should be able to find your own pet, right? You can't let me do all the work, as if I owe you something." Yang Mei muttered and complained.

Voldemort twitched his lips: "No problem, I will find Nagini."

The two sides reached a consensus, and Yang Mei fell on the bed again with her back facing up.

"I'm tired, why don't I work tomorrow~"

Riddle couldn't bear it any longer: "Didn't you just say you were going to deal with the soul fragment on Harry Potter's head? Why are you lying down again now?"

Yang Mei buried herself in the soft quilt, her voice sounding a bit dull: "I did say it, but I didn't say it would be done today. Don't worry, I already have an idea."

If a person wants to be lazy, his determination is very firm. Even on this day, Yang Mei found that everyone in the family, including Voldemort and Riddle, had their own things to do, and he was the only one with nothing to do, and he was even happier.

"Go ahead, go ahead and strive for your goals. If no one strives, who will support a small salted fish like me?" Yang Mei nestled comfortably in the hanging chair on the balcony. He could watch for a long time just the two little birds fighting on a big tree not far away.

As we all know, laziness is addictive. Being lazy feels good for a while, and being lazy all the time feels good. A true lazy person will never get tired of being lazy.

Those who feel exhausted after staying at home for a few days and have to go out for a run are fake salted fish, and Yang Mei despises them.

Even after Narcissa had visited the Lestranges in Azkaban and went to Gringotts to retrieve the Hufflepuff gold cup, Yang Mei still hadn't started his work.

Even Celeste and Fleury couldn't help but blush for him. Celeste tried to make up for her son in front of Voldemort: "Sir, my Phil is usually quite reliable. He just gets a little lazy occasionally..."

Voldemort recalled the behavior of his "occasionally lazy" son during his first year at Hogwarts. Haha, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would believe it now!

He is not lazy occasionally, he is clearly diligent occasionally!

Yang Mei didn't know that Voldemort was complaining to him in his heart, otherwise he would have definitely quit.

……

Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.

This area is full of residential areas. The roads are neither straight nor wide, but the environment is quiet.

Most of the people living here are middle class from London, and every household lives in two-story buildings that look identical and are very close to each other.

It had just rained a little not long ago, and the air still had the smell of wetness after the rain. The dark brown tiles on the roof of the small building by the roadside became even darker in color after being washed by the rain, and there were sporadic petals scattered on the tiles.

Yang Mei walked slowly and finally arrived at number 4 Privet Drive, which was the home of Harry Potter's uncle and aunt where he was now.

"Ding Dong." Yang Mei rang the doorbell, and at the same time several gift boxes appeared at his feet.

"Who is it?" Petunia put down the feather duster in her hand and said curiously to Vernon who was sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper, "Is anyone going to visit our house today?"

Vernon put the newspaper down slightly. "No one said they were coming. Maybe it's the newspaper delivery or the mail delivery."

When the couple mentioned the mail deliveryman, they both recalled the owl nightmare a year ago.

Damn, I hope this won't happen again! They just want to be ordinary but normal people!

Although she said this, Penny was actually walking towards the door while speaking.

She opened the door and saw a young man with black hair, black eyes and delicate looks, wearing a casual suit, which was a bit formal but not too serious.

At the same time, Yang Mei was also looking at this woman who was about thirty years old. Petunia Dursley was a thin blonde woman with light eyes and a neck that was almost twice as long as a normal person. She also had a horse face, which was a very impressive appearance overall.

"Good morning, Mrs. Dursley. I hope I am not causing any trouble to you by coming here." Yang Mei said gently and politely. He handed Penny a business card and said, "Let me introduce myself. I am Phoenix Selwyn. My mother is the chairman of the Selwyn Group."

Penny took the business card in a daze: "Oh my God..."

"Is it convenient for me to come in? I brought some gifts." Yang Mei glanced at her feet.

"Oh, of course! Of course, please come in!" Penny still looked a little unbelievable, but this did not stop her from extending a warm welcome to Yang Mei.

Yang Mei gave Ms. Flores a big thumbs up in her heart. The Selwyn Group is now a well-known financial giant in London!

The group has companies in many fields. Even housewives like Penny are familiar with the name of Selwyn. After all, many things they use at home are produced by Selwyn's companies.

What's more, Petunia had heard Vernon say more than once at home that it would be great if his company, Granning, could cooperate with Selwyn's company.

Penny welcomed Yang Mei into the house, holding the gift that Yang Mei brought.

Vernon in the living room was even more excited than Petunia after knowing Yang Mei's identity, so much so that he didn't even suspect whether Yang Mei was a liar at the first moment.

Yang Mei sat down on the sofa, with Vernon and Petunia sitting opposite him.

Vernon Dursley was a tall, burly middle-aged man with a red face and a body so fat that he didn't even have a neck. Yang Mei thought it would be better if the couple could balance out the neck. It was worth mentioning that he had a big beard, which made him look like an Afghan hound with a beard glued on with super glue.

"Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, I took the liberty of coming here to visit you today, but I actually have a mission. The food processing company under the Selwyn Group wants to cooperate with the Granning Food Company. I learned that Mr. Dursley is Granning's supervisor in this area, so I was sent to take the lead and ask Mr. Dursley's intentions.

Of course, Mr. Dursley doesn't need to feel any pressure, let alone agree rashly. What if I'm a liar?" Yang Mei winked playfully.