[Main HP Comprehensive British-American] Lolita - Chapter 42

As Voldemort improvised and dropped bombshells like “I’m after her”, Dolores was tortured by eight people on the Hogwarts Express the next day.

“You… don’t you feel crowded?” she couldn’t help asking.

Obviously, the train box was not designed for so many people. Angela, Lily, Edwin, Snape and she could already fill the box, but unfortunately the Gryffindor group of four forced them in again. Not even Snape’s continued cynicism at them could dispel their curiosity.

Dolores looked at the boys who were often at war with each other, huddled together in the seat, and coexisted peacefully because of a piece of gossip, and couldn’t help but find it funny. Then I thought of the little boy at home.

Ellen certainly wasn’t happy about her leaving, but one of the good things about her inherited Voldemort’s bad character was that he didn’t cry and stop her from coming to school.

He just looked at her with heartbreaking eyes: “I understand, there is always something more important than me in the world.”

She immediately blushed and hugged the little boy: “Oh Ellen, there is nothing in the world more important than you.”

Then the little boy was picked up by his father and left her arms in the next second, “Okay, don’t try to play this little trick in front of me.”

“I didn’t!” Allen wriggled in the air trying to break free from his father.

Voldemort snorted, then looked at her, “Come on, you’re going to be late.”

“Lo!” Dolores came back to her senses because of Angela’s cry, and she sighed when she looked at the faces of everyone who didn’t know the answer and vowed not to give up.

“I don’t know, maybe he covets my youth and beauty.”

Sirius sneered, “You’re not as good-looking as Professor Voldemort.”

“So that’s all?” Lily stared at her suspiciously, as if the cause and effect were written on her face.

“I really don’t know, he said I was surprised when he was after me, didn’t he? Everyone saw it.” Dolores put on the most sincere expression she could, and Snape said coldly. Glancing at her, her guilty conscience doubled.

Snape is the most unlikely person here to believe this lie. He guessed that her identity was fake, and she admitted it to her face. It was entirely for the sake of his future boss that he didn’t expose it.

“It makes sense, though,” Edwin mused. “After all, Dolores has been Mr. Voldemort’s favorite student since he taught.”

“Wait—” James Potter shouted as if he had remembered something, seeing that the matter was about to pass, “Didn’t you say that Professor Voldemort was your ex-boyfriend? Wouldn’t it be true?”

Dolores saw in despair that everyone’s eyes turned to her again.

Fortunately, her history of lying was so vast that Dolores eventually covered it up, and she couldn’t help thanking herself for her past nonsense.

She has no interest in the attention of the crowd, and if she wants to continue enjoying her free time at Hogwarts, she must never let anyone know who she really is.

Joshua’s bizarre death, the sudden departure of the heir, the destruction of the manor, any topic is enough for her to become a talking point in his mouth. And the relationship with Voldemort is even more scandalous, and Dolores doesn’t believe that Voldemort really wants to expose this relationship, otherwise there will be no room for her to turn around. He just thought it was funny.

Not yet.

She is not ready yet, and the man is waiting for the right time to maximize the benefits of this matter.

“Good evening, Victoria.” Dumbledore smiled at her, sitting in his old seat in the headmaster’s office.

“Good evening, Professor, it looks like you have received my letter.”

“Yes,” the old man nodded lightly, “you said there was something you wanted to talk to me about, right? You came to the principal’s office on the first day of school, which is something that Mr. Potter did not receive.” Then he winked playfully. blinked.

She took a deep breath, looked directly at Dumbledore, and expressed her intention: “I want to work with you.”

“I’m glad,” he smiled again. “You seem to have figured out what you want to do, which is very rare. I’ve always been afraid that Tom will spoil you.”

“He’s not the type to spoil people,” she said sarcastically. “Just yesterday he was causing trouble for me.”

Dumbledore was intrigued. “Isn’t that bad? Sounds interesting.”

She made a face that she had had enough, and the old man returned a tolerant smile.

“Then let’s put Tom aside and talk about cooperation,” Dumbledore put his hands in a tower and looked at her through half-moon glasses, “actually, even if you don’t come to the Headmaster’s office on your own initiative, , I’m going to talk to you too. How much do you know about Tom’s plans?”

“He said he came to Hogwarts because he had an agreement with you, but what could bind you together? Unless, unless—”

“You’re a smart girl, you should have guessed it, didn’t you?”

The only common weakness of Dumbledore and Voldemort is the wizarding world. Dumbledore wants to seek long-term peace for the wizards. Voldemort is even more reluctant to waste a drop of wizards’ blood. If there is one thing that can make them cooperate, it must be— —

“We found something,” Dumbledore rubbed his eyebrows wearily. “A spy from the Muggle Holy See is hiding in the wizarding world. He can be anyone, even a pure-blood. We can’t afford him the possibility of dangers.”

“What do they want, a war?”

“War? No,” the old man shook his head, his face turning grim, “They want a massacre, and they don’t even plan to negotiate.”

“Muggles do have weapons that can destroy the wizarding world, but they can’t bear the consequences themselves.” As long as wizards and Muggles live on the same planet, Muggles can never use nuclear weapons against them.

“They’re not going to use any Muggle weapons, Victoria, they want to slaughter wizards with their own power.”

She suddenly felt cold in her teeth, and instantly understood why Voldemort wanted the Infinity Stones so much, “Is that Muggle spy looking for an alchemy circle?”

Dumbledore nodded.

“Then don’t worry,” she began to rejoice, with a sigh of relief, “if they want to use the power of the ether, as long as I am here, they will never succeed.”

The old man looked surprised. “It’s a big promise, can you promise you can do it, Victoria?”

“I can,” she nodded vigorously. “Trust me, Professor.”

“Then please grant my request and do not use your power unless it is absolutely necessary.”

She looked at Dumbledore in surprise, “Why? I could have stopped everything!”

“It’s not hard to stop everything, what’s really important is to figure out who this person is,” he said softly. “If sacrifice is necessary, then we have to give up something.”

Then he continued, almost with a sigh, “…all for the greater good.”

“What about our cooperation? You don’t seem to need the only thing I can exchange. Does that prove that this cooperation is also unnecessary?”

“I still need you, but not in this regard.”

She returned a suspicious look.

“Tom’s love for you. I hope you’ll use it to make sure he’s always on the right track.”

“Defined correctly.”

“I can’t, that’s my understanding. You must have your own standards in your heart, don’t you? Follow your own heart.”

“You seem to trust me very much.”

“Because I know you,” said Dumbledore. “I can understand you, like I saw myself on a summer afternoon. You are good by nature, and you are too young to make mistakes and cause death. You passed Suppress your atonement, and at the same time yearn for happiness all the time. So, are you happy now, Victoria?”

The old man’s question seemed to hit her soul, causing a tremor deep in her heart, and then she smiled: “Yes, I feel very happy.”

“It’s good that fate still favors people like you and me sometimes. You’re a lot luckier than I am, Victoria, so seeing your happiness always makes me very happy.”

“You’ll get what you want after all, Professor.”

“I punish myself until the end of my life.” Dumbledore said in a very flat tone, then changed the subject, “then what makes you trust me so much? I believe Tom must have said it in private. Lots of bad things about me.”

“You know, the night my father died, I found the last letter he left me.”

“Yes, Mr. Stark has prepared a retreat for you.”

“Do you know my father, professor?”

He recalled for a while, and replied: “It’s only a few times, but our conversations were very pleasant. Your father’s magical attainments are indeed very deep.”

“Actually, Joshua gave me two options. Go to America to find Uncle Howard, or turn to you.” She was still smiling, but her eyes were a little red. “Go to Dumbledore,” he wrote. , Hogwarts is a good place to be among your peers, to have fun, and to make mistakes.”

“So I figured that since my father can trust you with just a few words of conversation, I can trust you too.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t send you an admission letter.”

She sorted out her emotions and said again: “So, what can you use in exchange for my loyalty? A notice is not enough.”

“And as my successor?” the old man said gently. “Although I often remind myself to be humble, I have to admit that I am now in a detached position, and no one can beat me in terms of prestige.”

“But you are regarded as a saint, I have no such charm.”

“Don’t forget, we are facing a war. Heroes are often made with blood and death.”

“what do you mean?”

Dumbledore didn’t answer immediately, but pushed the plate full of lemon candy on the table in her direction: “Would you like a candy?”

The author has something to say: At this point, the Lolita-style relationship between Victoria and Voldemort has officially ended, and they will stand on equal positions, representing their own interests to check and balance each other.

Some of Dumbledore’s dialogues are written in a straightforward manner for fear that someone will not understand them, which may make the Headmaster seem too cold because of the straightforwardness. But this is the principal in my heart, who has compassion and love in his heart, and is rational and cold at the same time.

and adding a little bit of GGAD out of selfishness