[Main HP Comprehensive British-American] Lolita - Chapter 29

Quickly and silently, Dolores and Snape came to an agreement, and they put on the Invisibility Cloak and continued their walk toward the Forbidden Forest.

“I gotta say it’s going to be exciting to follow Potter with Potter’s heirloom.” The boy seemed very excited, convinced that the four of them could be kicked out of Hogwarts by the end of the night.

“Do you know what they’re going to do?”

“I don’t know, but I overheard a little bit of news,” he said triumphantly. “There’s a knot on the punching willow. Just click it and it will stop. Potter and the others must be hiding some secret that will allow them to be arrested. The kind of dismissal.”

“Don’t try anything dangerous, Snape,” she glanced at the boy. “Lily is still waiting for us.”

Lily Evans’ name calmed him down a little.

They moved forward in silence. Dolores had never felt that the road to the Forbidden Forest was so long. She decided to save the embarrassment, so she cleared her throat: “I’m sorry about what happened the other day.”

“You don’t need to apologize.” Snape’s voice became cold and hard, and the proud boy just now disappeared.

“You still sound angry,” she said cautiously.

“Listen, Rogers,” he stopped suddenly, “you have nothing to do with my poverty, and all my misery was not caused by you, so stop being a saint.”

“Saint?” She felt a little hurt. “Do you think I apologized to you only out of compassion?”

“Adding the point of superiority over the top would be more precise.”

“I’m sorry because I sincerely feel sorry,” she tried to keep her voice down, but the trembling voice still betrays her anger, “because, I take you as a real… friend!”

The boy didn’t speak, the night wind was stronger, and the corner of the invisibility cloak was blown up, but none of them paid any attention.

“Don’t you get it, Rogers?” he whispered. “We’re totally different. From the beginning, you, Lily, and Angela Brown, maybe Plimell will be an exception. I used to be lucky, And now it turns out that our path was written down from the beginning.”

“I need an explanation, I don’t get it,” she said quickly. “We care about each other, we had a good time, isn’t that enough for a friendship?”

“Then let me make it clear again, I want to be successful, and I will. We’re destined to be on different paths.”

“Do you mean following Voldemort by path? Pureblood revival? Don’t forget you’re a half-blood yourself.” She shot back sharply.

“I’ll prove myself,” he raised his chin stubbornly, “and Lord Voldemort will be a master.”

“No, he’s not,” she felt powerless, but couldn’t help saying, “What do you want? Money? Fame? Status? When you come to America after graduation, I’ll arrange everything for you.”

A mocking smile tugged at the corner of Snape’s mouth. “Look, this is you. You think you’re helping others, but you’re just standing in the clouds. You don’t understand what I want.”

“Then what do you want? If it was my bad words that hurt you, I apologize again.”

“You don’t need to apologize, because these are facts, but I will change all of this, I will make history, in a few hundred years maybe you will be some rich man in the textbook, but I,” he smiled, “But it will be the great one.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he lifted the invisibility cloak, threw it on the ground as if venting his anger, and walked towards the beating willow.

Only then did Dolores realize that they were only a few steps away from their destination. “You can’t go alone! Lily will worry about you!” she shouted.

Snape turned back, age-inappropriate grimness written on his face.

Dolores realized that the boy had changed, that he had been content to keep warm with Lily’s love, and now he was craving more. He yearns for money because of the embarrassment of poverty, and seeks success because the young genius is unknown. It suddenly occurred to her that, even though Snape had been exhibiting an amazing talent for Potions since school, people only thought of him as the somber, patched boy in his robe.

“Leave me alone, Rogers, look at yourself!” he suddenly attacked her. “You lie so much and so hypocritical. Do you think you really care about me? You’re just sympathetic, but I Not really, because at least I can face who I am, I’m a half-blood, my father is a Muggle and an alcoholic, and I grew up in a slum. But what about you? Do you dare to face the real you? You dare to face the real you Do all of us say who you really are, your real name?” Dolores’ breathing almost froze, “What did you say?”

But Snape didn’t answer any more, and walked straight to the willow. He manipulated the branches with the Floating Charm and pressed down the knots of the willow. A tunnel entrance emerged. He walked into the tunnel and disappeared behind the closed door. behind the door.

She stood there for a while without any movement.

Then another gust of wind blew away the clouds that had covered the moon. The moon is bright tonight, and maybe tomorrow will be a good day, she thought, and Trelawney must be able to make a prediction about it.

But her divination lessons have always been poor, and she doesn’t know how to read the stars or what the changing cycles of the moon indicate. Snape would have laughed at her if she was still here, it was astronomy, not divination. Then he would say in his usual sarcastic tone, obviously, tonight is the night of the full moon.

Full moon night. She looked at the moon and vaguely felt that something was wrong. But obviously she’s not enough alone, she needs help.

She cast Patronus, “Go, you know who you’re going to find,” she said softly.

Her Patronus is a butterfly, not too different from the one on Stark’s coat of arms. It was a blue morpho butterfly, with large wings and a strange blue color, overlapping with an iris, becoming a symbol of Stark.

Dolores hesitated for a few seconds, but followed Snape’s example and opened the tunnel’s entrance, and walked in.

“Fluorescent flashes.”

The tip of the wand lit up and she walked slowly and alertly, the silence of the tunnel almost multiplying her nervousness.

Suddenly she saw a creature rushing fast ahead, its eyes reflecting the light from the tip of her wand, and her heart almost jumping out.

The creature stopped at her feet. a mouse.

She almost laughed out loud at what she had just done.

When she just raised the corner of her mouth, the mouse began to deform, and then Peter Pedirou appeared in front of her.

The boy, who had always been timid and taciturn, had panic written all over his face, and Dolores suspected that he would burst into tears in the next second.

“Run! Remus… Remus is coming!”

Lupin? She stared suspiciously at Peter, what the **** were these four playing, did the mild-mannered Remus Lupin turn into a monster overnight?

Seeing Dolores’ slow motion, Peter let out a loud choking, then pushed her away and turned into a rat again, running towards the exit.

It was inexplicable. But her nervousness is defused by the neurotic Peter, who begins to believe that this is a prank aimed at Snape, and that Peter is the bait they send to force her to leave the scene and leave Snape alone.

She cheered up and continued to walk deeper into the tunnel. Gradually, the howl of a beast became clearer and clearer, and the peculiar smell of animals in the air became stronger and stronger.

Peter didn’t lie, her heart sank, something bad had really happened here, her footsteps had become hesitant, and it was too late.

“You’re a… werewolf!” Suddenly Snape’s voice full of horror came from behind the door at the end of the tunnel, followed by the sound of Snape chanting curses quickly, unfortunately according to Lupin’s angry and powerful roar, these curses didn’t really stop him.

Snape might die. The thought gave her no time to think and rushed towards the door, she opened it, and the scene inside the door almost made her heart stop.

Lupin, enraged by Snape’s spell, swooped at him, and there was nothing to hide around Snape, the distance between them was too late even if he chanted the spell now.

Just as Dolores raised his wand to stop Lupin, a mighty stag dashed from the side, hoisted Snape up with his horns and carried him away, and the angry werewolf swooped.

Joy hit Dolores, who subconsciously shouted, “Nice job!”

However, the werewolf found this new food and rushed towards her with a roar. The stag wanted to use the same method to save her, but it seemed that time was running out.

She was only one step away from Lupin.

When she was about to close her eyes and prepare to accept her own death, an angry male voice sounded behind her——

“Remus Lupin, what are you doing?!”

Dolores opened his closed eyes and looked behind him. Voldemort waved his wand and shielded the werewolf from a transparent wall. The white light of the spell illuminated his godlike face.

The author has something to say: The bedtime story Victoria told in the last chapter is actually the story of the three brothers in “The Story of Bedouin the Poet”, that is, the story of the Deathly Hallows. I read an English version and posted it on Weibo. If you are interested, you can listen to it. The ID is Enzhuo_

And Snape didn’t conclude that Dolores was a fake identity, he just thought she was lying too much and her identity was dubious

Butterfly as a patron saint is a kind of metaphor, she is also a butterfly to the original story