[Main HP Comprehensive British-American] Lolita - Chapter 30

“My father said he was very ill and I was going to see him.”

The man didn’t speak for a long time, and her heart was almost desperate after waiting for a long time, but she still didn’t lower her head, and she didn’t cry again.

“Okay,” he said, “but you have to be back on time.”

“Hey, are you okay?” James trotted to her side and asked in a low voice.

Voldemort left Remus Lupin in the Shrieking Shack after quickly subduing him, and then left for the castle with the children, including Sirius, the comatose black dog, who was unseemly Being floated in the air by the Levitation Curse, I believe that Mrs. Black will scream the most angry in her life when she sees this scene. Peter, who ran out of the tunnel ahead of time, refused to change from a mouse to a human, and was shivering on James’ shoulders.

“I’m fine,” Dolores glanced at Snape, who was silent beside him. “Sirius must apologize to Snape.”

James smirked and scratched his hair. “It’s natural, it’s all our fault this time,” then he turned to Snape. “I’m sorry.”

Snape still didn’t speak, and James winced at the hollow look in his eyes, and he looked away quickly.

“Professor Voldemort seems really annoyed.”

“If silence is a virtue, I hope you have it, James,” she said, and looked ahead at Voldemort, who was silent and sullen.

He rescued her again.

She spoke to him using the Patronus, and he did arrive just in time, with no casualties, just a group of possibly terrified children.

But the consequence was that the last layer of paper between them finally disappeared, and she proved herself as he had expected before.

Waiting for them was Dumbledore in a purple star nightgown. He sat in a chair with a grim face, the silverware on the table tinkling as always.

“Mr. Potter, Mr. Black, Mr. Pedillo,” he said, “you have disappointed me greatly.”

James and Sirius, who had awakened, stared at the ground nervously, while Peter, who had reverted to human form, blinked his watery rat eyes and looked timidly at Dumbledore.

“Mr. Snape,” he sighed, “let’s talk about it later.”

“And Miss Rogers,” his expression softened a little. “You’ve done a great job, and these silly boys will owe you a lot from now on.”

“It wasn’t me, Professor Dumbledore,” she said. “It was Professor Voldemort who saved us all.”

“I was wrong too,” Voldemort’s words managed to get everyone to look at him, “I shouldn’t have taught them Animagus privately—”

“That’s me,” Dolores interrupted, looking him in the eye. “It’s me who persuaded you to teach these reckless, flippant, and dangerous boys.”

“Ahem,” Dumbledore cleared his throat, and they ended their gazes in shock, “Mr Potter, Mr. Black, Mr. Pedilu, and Mr. Lupin, who is temporarily absent, your conversation with me will be on the Tomorrow, we’ll take a closer look at just how wrong you’ve been. And you’re presumably ready for, yes, punishment—”

The three boys bowed their heads neatly, frustratedly, and Sirius asked, “Will Remus be fired then?” He gave Snape a quick glance.

“It’s up to Mr. Snape and Miss Rogers,” said Dumbledore. “If they think it’s inexcusable, then yes, Mr. Lupin will be expelled.”

He then turned to them, “But here I still want to defend Mr. Lupin, everyone deserves a second chance, and baring some furry quibble, he’s a good, upright, kind man. This time Everyone was at fault, including my dereliction of duty as the principal, so—”

Dumbledore stood up and bowed deeply to them. “I’m sorry.”

Dolores was a little uncomfortable. “You don’t have to do this, Professor Dumbledore. I think Lupin is very good. He shouldn’t lose the opportunity to read.”

Snape’s lips were closed, still not saying a word.

“What do you think, Mr. Snape?” Dumbledore asked.

“So that’s all there is to it?” he finally spoke, although his voice trembled, “they only got a few reprimands, and I almost lost my life?”

“Of course they’ll have more punishments,” Dumbledore added. “Six months of confinement, a one-year Quidditch ban, and a one-hundred-point deduction for everyone.”

“What about the crime?” He sneered, “I think it’s trespassing in the forbidden forest or something?”

His breathing was rapid, his eyes were red, and he said, “I won’t forgive.”

Sirius became anxious, “I’m sorry, it was my idea to deceive you, and it wasn’t my intention to kill you, we just wanted to… scare you. But Remus was innocent, he didn’t know it, and He didn’t know what he was doing when he attacked you, please—”

Snape cut him off, “I won’t forgive you, you’ll pay for it.”

Potter wanted to say something, he opened his mouth, but in the end he didn’t say anything.

“Give him a chance,” Dolores said reluctantly. “It’s not his fault to be a werewolf either.”

“It’s not my fault either,” he said, “just as your luck has nothing to do with me, Rogers, and his misery has nothing to do with me. And you’re asking me too much now to let me say something about a tragedy that has nothing to do with me. Pity, and make concessions,” he shook his head, “I can’t.”

“Mr. Snape, please don’t make a final decision,” Voldemort said, breaking the deadlock, “Please come to my office tomorrow afternoon, and we can have a good talk about compensation for you.

“And I think this conversation can be over,” he raised his hand to stop Dumbledore from speaking, “you should go to the medical wing for a checkup, Madam Pomfrey will be waiting for you there, Miss Rogers, please. Come with me.”

“That’s how you took me last time.” She trotted to keep up with him, panting slightly.

“Because I’m losing patience with the endless kiddie drama.”

“Don’t say that, Snape was almost killed.”

Voldemort stopped abruptly, and Dolores bumped into him, rubbing her sore nose in pain.

“You, too, were almost killed,” he said. “I hope you remember that as you show your kindness.”

“Okay,” she mumbled, touching her nose.

The man was not satisfied, and raised his voice uncontrollably: “Why do you keep getting yourself into trouble, Victoria?”

His voice was amplified by the empty hallway, almost shocking Dolores.

She was silent for a while, and then said bitterly, “Probably… I’m rather clumsy.”

“You are not only clumsy, but also stupid, reckless, and reckless about the consequences.” He answered quickly, “You can’t even guarantee your own safety, do you still expect me to continue playing the game of teacher and student with you?”

“So you knew it from the start,” she whispered.

“You didn’t come home on time, Victoria, and you promised me you would come back after Joshua,” he said, “but you never showed up.”

“Something happened…something happened,” she said with difficulty. “I just wanted to get away.”

“How did Joshua die?” the man asked.

“What?” the girl asked calmly.

“Don’t pretend you can’t hear me, you’re not a child anymore. On the third day you were gone, Joshua’s death obituary filled the newspapers, and the Stark house was burnt down. I Knowing him, he’s not the type to die so easily, so, in the end, what happened?”

what happened? The memory that belonged to three years ago was awakened by this sentence, and the pain reappeared as clearly as yesterday. Her composure began to disintegrate, trembling all over, her hands gripping Voldemort tightly, “I killed him… I… killed my own father…”

“Calm down,” he put his hand on her shoulder. “You can’t run away forever. Tell me what happened. I’ll help you.”

She looked at him in confusion, and for a moment seemed to have returned to the origin of everything. She was sitting on the edge of the fountain wearing a soaked green dress, talking to him in a reserved manner, and wishing to kiss his eyes in the next second.

And then she did, and she put her arms around his neck on tiptoe and kissed his eyes.

The sound of their breathing echoed through the silent hallway, and Voldemort hugged her back, then began a kiss again.

This kiss was soft and lingering, her soft lips were tossing and turning on his lips, like the whispers of a lover at night, like the rain hitting the glass window, the traces of slowly flowing down, like the wild red berry bushes in spring, tall pine trees, bright and disappearing spot.

“Clap.”

They parted at the sudden sound, and looked towards the place where the poor old potions professor was struggling to squat down to pick up the wand that had slipped out of his hands in shock.

The author has something to say: I have been entangled with the attitude of the professor for a long time and hope that the final treatment is not bad

Lauder in the last chapter is also very handsome. No one mentioned crying for Lauder in the comments.