[Main HP Comprehensive British-American] Lolita - Chapter 46

Lily tells Dolores about her relationship with James.

“You’d better let Snape know as soon as possible,” Dolores ate the grapes lazily, “or I don’t know what’s going to happen.”

“But I’m planning to wait until they get on better, don’t you think they’re getting along well now-”

Dolores interrupted her, “Don’t you get it, Lily?”

The red-haired girl blinked in confusion, “What?”

“It’s nothing.” She shook her head, poor Snape, it seemed that he had been classified as a friend by Lily from the beginning, and even James’s way of dealing with his rivals didn’t make her aware of the boy’s intentions.

“Do you know anything I don’t?” Lily asked suspiciously.

“It’s really nothing, it’s your business after all, and if you think it’s better to let Snape know later, of course I have no problem.” She didn’t dare to tell her boy before Snape himself had acted. The fact that I like her, I can predict what an angry revenge she will usher in if she does so.

The stress-free days passed quickly, and it was December in the blink of an eye.

This is the second time Dolores has seen autumn turn into winter at Hogwarts, with fallen leaves turning from fiery red to golden, and then disappearing into white snow overnight.

Lily and James have been secretly dating for two months. Dolores is both an insider and Snape’s friend. Every time he sees this Slytherin junior, he can’t help but feel a guilty conscience, and this story The other boy in the room was obviously unable to hold back.

“I’m going to invite Lily to the school dance,” James said excitedly, rubbing his hands together, “then the whole school will know about our relationship!”

“What if Lily doesn’t say yes to you?” Dolores asked.

“But, we are boyfriend and girlfriend.”

“You think about it,” she induced, “perhaps she has a loner best friend, and Lily can’t bear to see him going to the dance alone—”

“Snape!” James gritted his teeth.

“So what are you waiting for?” she continued to guide.

James stood up “rubbing” and ran out as if afraid that Snape would invite Lily first.

“What?” Dolores asked innocently after James left the room, seeing that everyone was looking at her.

“I thought you regarded Snape as a friend…” Angela was stunned.

“I did this just as a friend, and let him die sooner.” She was righteous.

Edwin shook his head. “Poor Severus.”

It had been a long time since she had sat down and had a good talk with Edwin and Angela. Edwin, as a graduate, had to review N.E.W.Ts and, as student council president, had to make time for a visit to the Ministry of Magic. And Angela, who is determined to be the perfect wife, is naturally by Edwin’s side all the time, trying to provide some help, although Dolores thinks her help should be negligible.

“Now I can only see you in class,” Dolores complained. “You’re gone once you leave the class.”

She used to be very tired of Angela’s entanglement, but now she misses the time when there was always a little girl chatting by her side.

Angela smiled embarrassedly, “There’s nothing I can do. I don’t worry about Edwin doing so many things alone.”

“How is it?” Angela’s words reminded her of the process of asking Edwin, “When will Mrs. Millison and the others arrive?”

“A week later,” Edwin rubbed his eyebrows wearily, “and my mother and a few other Ministry officials.”

“Ah,” she exclaimed that something was wrong, “how do you want to handle your relationship with Angela after your mother arrives?”

“I’ll tell her the truth,” Edwin said, as if determined, “I’m going to graduate anyway, and the worst outcome is that I won’t be able to go back to the Primule family.”

Angela blushed a little shyly because of his declaration, while holding his hand tightly.

Everything seemed to be going according to plan, and in his conversation with Dumbledore a few months ago, the so-called “coming war” that he had repeatedly mentioned seemed to have disappeared in the silence.

While Voldemort was spending less and less time at school, Dolores knew he was always busy, but she still sensed something unusual in it.

This was confirmed during a meeting with Allen over the weekend.

Alan could spend two days a week with his mother, for which Voldemort got a sick note from Dumbledore, proving that she had an intractable chronic disease and had to go to St Mungo’s every weekend.

“A lot of people have come to our house recently,” Allen pouted, with the Muggle cube that Dolores gave him in his hand, “I don’t like it.”

“Did you hide well?” Dolores patted his little head comfortingly.

The little boy nodded, “Why can’t I be seen by them?”

Dolores was speechless. Even though Voldemort managed to reverse the impression of him at Hogwarts, he couldn’t make all adults forget his brutality when he suppressed dissidents. And he paid a price for it. Millison Barnold won last year’s ministerial elections by no means lucky, a modest woman who stands for the opposite of Voldemort: justice, kindness, and fortitude.

It was around that time that Voldemort became aware of the power of public opinion. Of course he could kill all opponents, but how many people would be left in the wizarding world by then? What he wants is dominion, not a post-war scorched earth.

“Because we love you and want to protect you,” she kissed his hair. “There are… people out there who don’t like your father, and they will hurt you because they don’t like you.”

Alan showed an understanding expression, and stretched out his hand to show her the Rubik’s Cube, “Well, I’m done.”

Dolores gave him an encouraging hug. Ellen’s intelligence had been on display since he was very young, and she could almost imagine Voldemort as a child from him. But even though Ellen was so smart and cute, Dolores still couldn’t be sure if Voldemort really loved him, she could be sure the man loved her, even though she wasn’t all he was.

A failure. This is how Voldemort described his newborn son in a letter to Joshua. How heartbreaking, she felt sorry for Ellen and could only hold him tighter. The little boy raised his head to see his smiling mother, and raised a smile at her.

Dolores returned to Hogwarts on time on Sunday night, expertly emerging from the fireplace in Voldemort’s office and out of the Slytherin cellar, just as she was about to cross the Great Hall to Gryffindor Tower. At that time, a figure in a white robe caught her attention.

“Professor Dumbledore.” She greeted politely, in fact the Headmaster appeared just in time, and she was about to ask him about the Ministry of Magic’s visit.

As she approached Dumbledore who was standing still, she found that the old headmaster was not alone. Beside him floated a comatose man, wrapped tightly in a black robe, and she could not see his face clearly. .

“Oh, it’s just an old friend,” Dumbledore explained lightly, seeing her gaze. “Is there anything you want me to do, Victoria?”

Dolores instinctively felt something was wrong, but unable to pick out a single mistake, she could only look at Dumbledore again, and then she noticed his left hand—

“I’m sorry, Professor, but, your hand?”

Dumbledore happily raised his left hand that looked like it was scorched, “It’s just a small mistake, don’t worry.”

Obviously he didn’t want to say too much about it, and Dolores exchanged a few words with him before being sent back to Gryffindor Tower.

A week later, the visiting delegation from the Ministry of Magic arrived as scheduled. Along with the Minister Millison Barnold were her close friend Vanessa Primmer, and three figures of high status in the Ministry. Milia Burns, Gilbert Wimple, Cuthbert Mockridge, and the three are also affiliated with Wizengamore, so there is often a silver “W” pin on their clothes.

Dumbledore was also a member of Wizengamore, the highest court of wizarding in England, and where Edwin wanted to serve in the future. To be precise, Edwin’s ideal is not a lawyer, because the judicial system in the wizarding world is not similar to that in the Muggle world. All major cases are tried by Wizengamore, who also conduct arraignment and voting.

If he turned against his mother because of Angela, he could imagine how many difficulties he would encounter on the way into Wizengamore.

In addition to these five officers in high positions, Mrs Millison brought an experienced Auror, Alastor Moody, with grey hair, a bruised face and a black blindfold over one eye. Get up and hear that he lost this eye in the hunt for the Dark Wizard.

Dumbledore and a group of teachers specially went out of the castle to greet them, and the students also crowded into the glass windows of the auditorium to try to see the scene outside the castle.

Dolores noticed that Dumbledore’s left hand was still not getting better, but he did a good job of disguising it, and brought on a pair of gloves for winter’s sake.

Voldemort was also among the teachers, shaking hands with Mrs. Millison with a fake social smile. If Dolores hadn’t known that he privately hated this middle-aged woman, she would have been tricked by him.

She and Voldemort hadn’t seen each other in a while, and he had been taking Slughorn for the last week.

Thinking of this, the group of them had already crossed the Quidditch pitch to the castle gate, and then walked in. The first thing Dolores saw was not Mrs. Millison, but Edwin’s mother, Vanessa.

She looks beautiful and wears heavy makeup, and her high heels stomped on the ground firmly, as if it were the cold hearts of men.

The Minister of Magic, who was overwhelmed by her friends, Millison Barnold, was an inconspicuous woman with plain features and a small stature. The friendly smile on her face often added points to her appearance, but she still Nothing compares to the beautiful widow standing aside.

“Welcome to Hogwarts,” Dumbledore said with a smile.

The author has something to say: Dumbledore, Voldemort, the Ministry of Magic, the three major forces are here, and the daily life is coming to an end.