[Main HP Comprehensive British-American] Lolita - Chapter 41

“It’s been so long since I’ve seen your face, it’s even more ugly,” Voldemort said while she was still arranging her collar.

She responded dryly: “It’s hard to believe that I once had a crush on you and thought you were charming.”

Victoria has learned to ignore his day-to-day provocations, and the now-magic political figure is actually a cocky nuisance who uses every moment to show his superiority.

Looking at the mediocre black-haired self in the mirror, she had to silently agree with Voldemort’s words.

“This is marriage, dear.” The man smirked, and then gestured for her to fold her arms.

Victoria grabbed him, and their figures disappeared in front of the bedroom mirror.

She let go of Voldemort’s hand when she felt the firm ground on Diagon Alley.

“I made an appointment with everyone to meet you at the Florin’s cold drink shop. You go and buy me a book first, that’s all, see you later!” After saying that, he ran away, but unfortunately he was dragged back by Voldemort like a chicken in the next second.

“The first thing, I thought we were here to help you buy things together, the second thing, who was ‘everyone’, and the third thing, no going to Florin’s to buy ice cream.”

She was dumbfounded, “Why?”

“Which thing are you targeting?”

“all.”

“Number one, I’m not allowed to act apart today, and number two, Florin gave an interview with the Daily Prophet claiming I’m a demon and swore never to sell me anything.”

“Why did the Daily Prophet interview a cold drink shop owner?” She was still stunned.

“Who knows, polls or something,” he replied impatiently. “Now choose, stay with me or we stay with ‘everyone’.”

“Hi Dolores, long time no see…Professor Voldemort?!” Lily beckoned gleefully and was stunned.

She knew that she would not be the only one stunned today.

“Hello, Miss Evans.” Voldemort nodded sternly, not at all like the small belly of a minute ago, “Miss Brown, Mr. Plimell, Mr. Snape.”

Victoria noticed Snape’s cryptic salute to the man.

Everyone fell into an awkward silence, and Angela, who had been caught writing a love letter in class, hid directly behind Edwin, pretending that it would make her invisible to Voldemort.

Finally, the oldest Edwin broke the silence: “Long time no see, Professor, are you shopping at Diagon Alley today?”

“That’s right,” Voldemort smiled, “and then happened to meet Miss Rogers on the street and she invited me to join you, so I thought, why not?”

So everyone’s eyes focused on her again.

She laughed dryly: “The weather is nice.”

Voldemort seemed to feel something again, and said apologetically: “If you want to enjoy the time together, I’m sorry for my abruptness, but please don’t blame Miss Rogers, she is also kind.”

“Please don’t say that, Professor,” Lily’s kindness made her speak immediately, “We’re very happy to be with you.”

Snape remained silent, and Victoria wondered what Voldemort might have ordered to keep a low profile.

“Thank you, Miss Evans.”

Angela quietly pulled Edwin to the front, and Snape took Lily to the front after making eye contact with Voldemort, leaving her and Voldemort at the end of the line.

“So this is what an underground romance feels like,” he said softly. “It’s interesting.”

“What did you say to Snape before, why is he looking at me wrong now?” she asked suspiciously.

“I said I was chasing you.” The man was calm.

She suddenly felt sorry for poor Snape and hoped he would never find out what kind of boss he had chosen.

Because of Voldemort’s addition, their efficiency has become surprisingly high, and Victoria even heard Angela muttering to herself: “Professor Voldemort will proctor my O.W.Ls…”

“What do we have left now?” Lily approached Snape, who was checking the list, and the boy’s face instantly turned red as expected.

“I think we’ve done everything perfectly, Miss Evans, except for a dress gown,” Voldemort responded.

“Dress robe?” Victoria was a little surprised.

“Didn’t you read the letter you sent, Luo? This year is the fifteenth anniversary of the school, and the school board decided to hold a banquet to celebrate.” Angela replied.

In fact, she hadn’t really read the letter, it had been in Voldemort’s hands since the morning.

“Excited, isn’t it?” said Lily. “There has never been a school in the Muggle world that is fifteen hundred years old!”

Victoria looked suspiciously at Voldemort, Hogwarts had never celebrated the tradition of school establishment, and it was probably the man who worked in the process.

“I’m not going,” Snape said suddenly. “My mother prepared a dress for me.”

She and Edwin looked at each other, and the truth was that everyone knew that Snape couldn’t afford anything new, and he was looking for an excuse to leave the line and go to the second-hand store to pick up at least a decent robe.

However, some people still believed his lie, “You have a very good mother.” Angela said.

Snape turned his head unnaturally, “Then I’ll wait for you at the Lichen Bookstore.”

“Wait a minute, Mr. Snape,” Voldemort said softly. “You’ve had a nice afternoon with me. In return, let me give you a dress each.”

Lily hurriedly refused: “It’s too precious, Professor, we can’t—”

She was interrupted by Edwin, “Thank you, Professor, we’d love to receive this gift.” He understood what Voldemort really meant, and was glad to be helping Snape.

Victoria watched her friends walk into Mrs. Malkin’s shop and whispered, “When did you become so kind?”

He smiled and replied, “Trust me, Snape will be more expensive than a few robes in the future.”

Just when they finally finished buying the last item on the list and were about to go home separately, Victoria had a headache when she saw four familiar people walking towards them—

“Hey! Professor Voldemort! Nice to meet you… why are you two together?!” the boy with tousled black hair pointed at Snape.

“When did you become so enthusiastic about the head of Slytherin?” Victoria asked with an eyebrow raised.

James Potter touched his head embarrassedly, and the answer was clear to several people present. Voldemort ignored the law and taught them Animagus, and tried to take responsibility for the werewolf incident on himself in front of Dumbledore. . The teenage boys were so grateful for this kind of righteous behavior that they could not wait to call him brothers at the moment.

“Professor Voldemort,” Sirius began, “my mother asked me to thank you.”

“Tell Walburga you’re welcome, she’s sent three letters saying the same thing.”

Victoria whispered and bit Voldemort’s ear: “Why didn’t I know a woman was sending you a letter?”

“Everyone in the Black family is… unique. One of Sirius Black’s cousins ​​is still chasing me.”

The man euphemistically expressed that he was still attractive and that there was a temporary lack of a public partner to fend off these suitors.

“…Professor?” Lily couldn’t bear to see them whispering quietly and interrupted them loudly.

“Excuse my recklessness, Professor, but, you and Dolores?” Sirius couldn’t help asking.

Voldemort looked around, the children were wide-eyed with anticipation, and he chuckled: “As you can see, I’m pursuing Miss Rogers.”

Victoria: “…”

Didn’t you just say that underground romance is fun?

Men are indeed fickle.

The author has something to say: some familiar babies in the comment area have disappeared for several chapters QAQ

I hope the reason for the school celebration is reasonable.