[Main HP Comprehensive British-American] Lolita - Chapter 36

“That’s my father! I’m Tony Stark!” The loud noise of the gunfire forced him to roar at the highest volume. Patience was not his usual style, but the appearance of this woman out of thin air aroused his curiosity.

When he expected his name to surprise a woman (and more likely a surprise), she had a hellish look: “Tony?! Aren’t you four years old?”

“So you’re from 1974, and you’re still my sister?” He looked suspiciously at the girl sitting on the sofa.

“Victoria Stark,” she held out her hand, “long time no see, Tony.”

“Oh, I never do that,” the man took a step back, “something like this…a friendly handshake.”

Victoria put her hand back as usual, and made a hard note in her heart that four-year-old Tony Stark would pay for her future self.

“Where’s Howard? Where is he now? I want to talk to him.”

The man was stunned for a moment, showing a complicated look, and Victoria found that his tone was obviously indifferent: “He has been dead for many years, and my mother.”

Before she could say the next sentence, his voice sounded again, “Listen, I never believed in time travel, maybe the future may come, but not now, if I find out that you are lying to me,” he paused , “I have enough lawyers and money to keep you in jail for the rest of your life.”

“Oh, Tony,” Victoria adjusted her skirt, sat upright, and smiled, “Didn’t Howard tell you that your ancestors were wizards?”

“what?”

“Wizard, magic.”

“Prove it to me.” He put his hands on the table and looked at him in a very oppressive posture.

So the **** the sofa disappeared and appeared behind him in seconds.

“I can kill you right now and leave no trace,” Victoria said.

Tony felt a sharp object pressing against his neck, he didn’t dare to act rashly, and raised his hands, “Hey, I believe you can’t do it!”

The girl removed her wand and said helplessly, “I won’t really kill you—”

“Jarvis!” Tony yelled the moment she removed her wand, and a golden-red armor shard flew towards her.

Just when Tony breathed a sigh of relief, the armor stopped when it was about to hit Victoria, as if trapped in a golden fog and suspended in the air.

She snorted coldly, “My fighting skills were taught by some great devil.”

“Do you want money? Or something else? I can give it to you.” He threw out conditions to buy time for himself, while quickly thinking about the escape plan in his mind.

Just then Jarvis’ voice sounded: “Sir, a video call from Mr. Rogers.”

Tony subconsciously looked at the dangerous person who was still standing in front of him, but at this moment her expression became subtle, “Rogers? Steve Rogers? Did you find him?”

“Yes,” he replied alertly, “may I pick it up?”

Only then did Victoria realize that she had turned a good sibling reunion into a burglary.

“Hi Tony, how are you?” The next second the video was switched on, Captain America’s face was projected.

“Those terrorists were all arrested,” he said, “but I found a woman in the bombed area who claimed to be a wizard.” And she claimed to be her sister.

“Uh,” Steve choked visibly when he heard the word ‘witcher’, “is it convenient for you to come to the Avengers Tower now?”

“What’s up?”

“We found Rocky, in Germany, the Stuttgart Opera.”

“Then why don’t you go catch him and find me?” He felt that Captain America was very strange today.

“Actually, he’s been arrested,” Steve said hesitantly, “by a man who appeared out of nowhere and who claimed to be a wizard.”

The girl immediately ran to the screen after hearing this, “Hey, Cap! I’ve been wanting to see you for a long time, is the person you’re talking about called—”

“Victoria.” A familiar voice came, and Captain America stood a little to the right, revealing the man sitting in the chair behind him.

Lord Voldemort. Tom Riddle.

“What are you doing?” Victoria looked curiously at Tony who was wearing the gold-red armor.

Her suspicions as a terrorist are cleared by the presence of another wizard, although he remains suspicious of their kinship.

“Fly over faster, you won’t be afraid of heights, will you?”

Victoria laughed. “I know a faster way. Would you like to try it?”

Before the man could answer, she took his arm and disappeared.

“Tony, are you okay?” Steve hurriedly helped the man who was retching.

“Leave him alone, that was the first time Apparate,” Victoria interjected, then turned to Voldemort with a headache. “What did you do?”

“Of course, hoeing the strong helps the weak.”

“I’m not asking what you just did, I’m asking what you did to get us here.”

“Then ask yourself,” he said with a smile in his eyes. “You brought us here.”

“I just said I want to go back to America.”

“The fifth element has no concept of time, it transcends time. I had guessed that this random situation would occur if the instructions given to it were not clear enough, you see, my guess was correct.”

“Is this a game for you? What if we die because of it?” She was a little **** at his casual attitude.

“It will never hurt you,” Voldemort said softly.

“Who the **** are you?” Tony Stark, who felt better, straightened up and asked sharply.

“Calm down, Tony, this gentleman caught Loki for us.” Steve held his shoulders to stop him from putting on his armor.

“I’m sorry for the rudeness just now,” Victoria took the lead in apologizing, “This is the way I get along with Tony that I’m familiar with, I thought you would understand—”

“If any tests need to be done to prove that we are not bad, we will cooperate, Mr. Stark,” Voldemort added.

“I’m going to do a blood test,” Tony said.

“Sir, you are indeed related to Miss Stark.” Jarvis’ voice came.

Tony froze for a moment, “So soon?”

“I collected Miss Stark’s hair when Mark6 attacked her, sir.” He didn’t want to admit that he heard a hint of triumph in the humble voice of the AI.

“I’ll just say I’m telling the truth, brother Tony.” Victoria shrugged.

“Looks like you’re fighting a war, we can help you,” Voldemort paused. “Brother.”

“…” Tony Stark was stunned because he gained a pair of relatives in middle age, and then he reacted, “Wait, why do you call me brother?”

“Because Miss Stark is this gentleman’s wife, Tony.” Steve explained on the sidelines that, instead of the gossip when Victoria and Tony met, he and Voldemort had the friendly conversation that an adult should have, and The other party also sincerely explained the ins and outs.

“So you should call her Mrs. Riddle, not Miss,” Voldemort said with a smile, then held out his hand. “Tom Riddle, nice to meet you, Tony.”

“He never shakes hands—”

“Sorry, I don’t like shaking hands—”

The voices of the siblings sounded at the same time, but Tony felt like he was being pushed, and the next second his hand held the hand that Voldemort held out.

“You’re so warm, Tony.” Voldemort was still smiling.

The author has something to say: after thinking about it, I should change Alan’s surname to Riddle. If Voldemort can’t face this Muggle surname and choose Gaunt, it will be no different from him in the original book.

This chapter aka a miserable day for Tony Stark hahahaha