[Main HP Comprehensive British-American] Lolita - Chapter 33

The Defence Against the Dark Arts professor’s office was silent, the only source of light being the burning fireplace, and the occasional chatter of ghosts passing by in the hallway. Voldemort sat in the chair, leaning forward. “And then?”

Victoria wiped the tears on her face with her sleeve, and said in a hoarse voice: “Joshua saved me. The room where Lucy chose to imprison us is right next to the alchemy circle.” Then she laughed at herself again, “It’s you. The one you let me steal.”

“I…I don’t know how he hid it. In fact, he wasn’t paralyzed, he just couldn’t walk, but she had already filled many bottles of forbidden magic potions…he completely lost his magic power.”

Her tears welled up again as she recalled how Joshua humbly crawled to the side of the alchemy circle with his arms bit by bit.

Voldemort leaned forward again, wiping her tears with his fingers. “You’re safe now, don’t be afraid.”

“And then he died, and so did Lucy. Joshua traded his own death for hers.”

Joshua hid a blade under his tongue, and he cut his own carotid artery almost without hesitation. The sprayed blood filled the entire magic circle, it began to glow, and with the familiar energy fluctuations – the alchemy circle was fully activated.

This man who had manipulated the fate of many people died at his own hands. Before he died, he could not even use magic, and could only end his life with a small rusty blade.

And Lucy, the girl who was both a victim and an avenger, also turned into dust when Joshua disappeared, and disappeared without a trace after being blown away by the wind.

The first principle of alchemy, equivalent exchange.

The Metatron cube in the center of the formation was still spinning slowly and unhurriedly. It had a beautiful color like the stars. Victoria sat motionless and watched it, feeling that life and death love and hate never existed in the world.

-Everything behind me is dust and ashes, and everything condenses into history as bitter as salt.

“I’m sorry,” Voldemort said softly.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, you’re not even evil in this story,” Victoria said. “I set the house on fire with a fiery fire, because they don’t go out until the last piece of wood is burned.”

“Joshua gave me a retreat at the last moment, he hid a letter in his study with only name and address on it—”

“Howard Stark,” Voldemort answered.

“What else can hide from you?” She shook her head with a wry smile.

“He found me. He told me about your return on your first day of school and gave me a prank chocolate on Valentine’s Day,” Voldemort said amusingly.

“That’s why you’ve been watching my poor disguise,” she said discouraged.

“I waited half a year to get into Hogwarts, Victoria. I wanted to give you a little more time, and I wanted to compensate you for some of the campus life in place of Joshua, and I was worried that anything unhappy would happen to you, I thought at the time. You’re looking like a fool to be in a dilemma. But you look like you’re doing a good job, don’t you? All my worries are superfluous.”

“Provided, of course, that I was sorted into Slytherin and didn’t get into the headmaster’s room twice.”

Voldemort laughed again. “I never expected you to be a Slytherin. You were so reckless and impulsive that I couldn’t believe it the first time you rushed up to kiss me.”

Victoria’s face regained a little blood: “If I’m not brave, I’ll never get you.”

“Is that necklace your mother’s?”

She nodded and shook her head again, “I don’t know if Karen would want me to call her mother, but this is her last gift to Joshua,” her hands clenched subconsciously. It, “allows me to change my appearance without using the potion, otherwise I would be too conspicuous in a group of kids.”

Then he continued with a little embarrassment: “I didn’t want to lie to you… I just don’t know how to face you.”

“Your uncle obviously thought of this, so he told me your news in advance and told me to take good care of you.”

“Oh, Howard, he always does that,” Dolores said distressedly.

“What about Hogwarts? Do you like it? Is it what you imagined it to be?”

“Yes, I like it, very, it’s exactly as you describe it.”

The atmosphere gradually mellows, and Victoria has the illusion that they are back at their best, with endless chatting, kissing, soothing, drinking and dancing all day, and a silvery moon at night.

At this moment, he suddenly threw her such a question, “What about me?”

Victoria froze for a moment, “Huh?”

“I can announce our relationship after you finish the OWLs,” he said to himself, reaching out his arm to pour himself a glass of wine and taking a sip, “if you want to finish reading it at Hogwarts For the next two years, I didn’t have a big opinion either.”

“what?”

“—but I prefer to drop out of school directly. Allen needs you too. He can’t stay with Nagini all the time.” The man lost his affectionate and gentle appearance in just a moment, revealing his original bad character. .

“You let a snake take care of our son?!”

Voldemort frowned at her high volume. “I’m too busy to look at a three-year-old boy all day.”

“Oh,” she sneered, “Ellen has probably forgotten what his father looks like.”

“With all due respect,” he put on a disgustingly humble look, “he can’t even remember his mother.”

Victoria wailed in her heart, what was she expecting? Tom Riddle hadn’t changed at all, and he had just succeeded in retreating to advance, and he set out the whole story.

“I won’t drop out, and I won’t move in with you,” she said with a grim expression, “I’ll go back to the Muggle world after graduation. As for Ellen, I’ll try my best when I file for a divorce. his custody.”

“Don’t be headstrong, Victoria, it’s time for you to grow up.” The man stayed still.

“You **** betrayed me! Tom Riddle! Are you still expecting us back?!”

“Pay attention to your words,” he frowned again, “I knew the Americans would ruin you.”

Victoria walked frantically in front of him and sat down again after a while: “I don’t love you anymore.”

“You can say it again.”

“I don’t love you anymore,” she said softly.

Voldemort drank the remaining wine in the glass, and threw the glass out in anger. The glass fell on the carpet and made a muffled crash. He immediately stood up and hugged Victoria, who was stunned.

“What are you doing?!” She struggled desperately.

Her strength was too small to face the man, and her weak fist was exchanged for the man’s pleasant laughter.

“Do. You.”

Most of her clothes had been removed while she was talking, the man moved his fingers, and the student papers piled up in a mess on the desk were swept under the desk by the Silent Spell, and she was gently placed on top.

“That’s the hard work your students have written, Professor.” She accentuated the title of “professor.”

“So they’ll all get an ‘O’, in order to reward contributions to the professor’s private life.”

His fingertips slid lightly across the skin around her chest, bypassing the slightly erect red fruit, and slowly moved down to the entrance of the garden.

“I’ll get you wet with one finger, Victoria,” he whispered in her ear, rhetorically. “You’re always more honest down there than up there.”

“do not want……”

His fingers viciously scratched the soft inner wall, causing her to shudder, “No?”

“No…” She covered her eyes with her arms, her toes curled up from the long-lost comfort from him.

His fully erect **** stopped at the entrance, “Please, just say you want it.”

“Please, please…” The longing in her body overwhelmed her reason, “Please do it. Me.”

“My pleasure—” The man pushed himself in, and she involuntarily let out a scream between pleasure and pain.

The author has something to say: Joshua did not dare to write more about the death of Joshua for fear that it would be too cruel

I really like to write about their husband and wife quarrel, inexplicably feel cute

and the good drive