[Main HP Comprehensive British-American] Lolita - Chapter 50

“Why do you want to control everything about me…let me go…”

As Dolores approached, one of the voices in the quarrel suddenly sobbed, and it was precisely because of her walking in that she could hear the owner of the voice clearly.

Her best friend, Edwin Plimell.

At the same time a female voice said sharply: “Is that all you can do, Edwin? I thought I could expect more.”

Vanessa Plimell.

“Please…please let me go…” The boy seemed to be in great pain, repeating this plea over and over again.

But the woman showed no mercy and raised her wand: “Drilling the heart—”

“Except your weapon!” Dolores rushed in and cast a Disarming Charm on Vanessa.

So she finally saw what was going on in the classroom at this time, Edwin curled up on the ground pale, and subconsciously covered his head with his arms in fear of the Cruciatus that was about to hit him.

“Do, Dolores…?” the boy opened his eyes and shouted in disbelief.

Then, seeing the other wand in her hand, opened her mouth even more in surprise, Dolores, a 10,000-year-old middle school student, successfully used the Disarming Charm to interrupt the Cruciatus Curse that his omnipotent mother had already cast halfway through. .

“Who are you?” Vanessa narrowed her eyes.

Dolores politely reached out and handed her the wand, “Dolores Rogers, ma’am.”

“American?” She took her wand almost rudely, and asked again in Dolores’ accent.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Half-blood?” Vanessa guessed from the Muggle surname.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Vanessa sneered: “What else can you say besides saying this?”

“Please leave,” Dolores said blankly, “or I’ll notify the Headmaster immediately. Presumably you don’t want to be expelled from Hogwarts at this juncture for intentional injury.”

“It’s interesting,” Vanessa looked at her with interest, and then showed disgust as if thinking of something, “Unfortunately, it’s a mixed race.”

“Mother…please…” Edwin pleaded, sitting up propped up.

Vanessa seemed to lose interest in an instant, “Okay, okay, I won’t pursue it this time. Goodbye, Miss Half-Blood.”

The way she said “mixed blood” seemed to be referring to disgusting filth, and Dolores restrained himself from rushing forward.

“Goodbye, Mrs. Vanessa,” she replied coldly.

“Are you all right?” When Vanessa left the classroom, Dolores crouched down and began to carefully examine Edwin’s body with a spell.

The boy shook his head, “She won’t really hurt me,” he smiled wryly, “I’m still useful to her.”

“No wonder you are so close to Mrs. Millison.” Compared with Vanessa, Millison Barnold can be called the Virgin Mary.

Dolores suddenly felt very sad to see Edwin, who had always been decent and gentle, become like this. “You should leave the Primule family after you graduate, and I will help you.”

“You’re amazing, Dolores,” he said softly. “It seems that my guesses have always been right. Your identity is not simple. But I’m sorry I can’t ask you to help me this time. It belongs to me. My own struggle, any help from anyone, will make it meaningless. But you can witness it and be proud of me at the same time.”

“Okay,” Dolores laughed, taking Edwin’s outstretched hand, “please make me proud of you.”

Angela bounced and danced in circles in front of the mirror, which had become her bedtime routine since she got the new dress from Edwin, “I’m so pretty!” the girl exclaimed happily.

“Angela—” Dolores lay lazily on the bed, “It’s the fifth time, shut up.”

The girl shut her mouth nervously and quickly, but when she turned to see herself in the mirror wearing a white tutu skirt, she couldn’t help grinning and giggling.

The dress really suits her, Dolores thought, looking at the girl.

“Edwin took me to see Mrs. Millison today,” Angela said again, “she’s so gentle.”

I think for the boy, Millison Barnold is the real mother in his heart, and Millison also responded to Edwin’s love by taking two hours out of his busy schedule. For dinner with his future wife.

Dumbledore, who had been refusing to talk, finally had his Fox deliver a letter with just one short word: wait.

Voldemort’s whereabouts are still uncertain, and she would come to the classroom on time before, and she has hardly seen him after the holiday.

But it doesn’t matter, she plays with the double-sided mirror in her hand, and she will figure it out soon.

At the same time, Alan Riddle quietly went downstairs according to his mother’s instructions and tiptoed to his father’s study room.

“Ellen, what are you doing?” Nagini crawled over and stood in front of him, but was hit by the little boy’s unexpected petrification spell just as he asked this sentence.

“Wow.” Allen sighed looking at the red halo in his hand. This was the first time he used this kind of power on a living creature.

“Lord,” the young Lucius saluted, “everything has been arranged, and once ‘that thing’ begins, our victory will be close at hand.”

Voldemort nodded. “Where’s Dumbledore?”

Barty Crouch Jr. stood up from the crowd: “He brought a man into Hogwarts a week ago, please forgive the incompetence, Lord, I couldn’t find out the identity of that man.”

“Dumbledore was caught in their trap, and it’s almost dead,” Voldemort waved his hand to express his disregard, he had seen the old man’s left hand with no signs of life up close, “He can’t last a few days, and many people can’t change anything. ”

He was in a good mood. He realizes that all the deployments are done, and it will be harvested in a few days. War hero, what a nice title.

And Dumbledore, he couldn’t get in his way for long, he was old enough, tired enough.

At this time, the door that had always been closed opened a crack, and when Voldemort had raised his hand to throw a death curse, a childish voice sounded: “Father.”

This title made his subordinates gasp for breath, but the little boy seemed to walk in without noticing, just like when his mother was there, he sat gently at his feet and smiled at him.

Voldemort raised his eyebrows, but his expression didn’t change. “Alan,” he called out his son’s name, “I remember it was bedtime.”

“I had nightmares,” said the little boy, blushing and panicking, “Mother said if I’m afraid I can sleep with you tonight.”

The word “mother” managed to make his subordinate gasp again.

“Lord…” Lucius, who has been heavily used recently, was pushed out and said with difficulty, “Excuse me?”

“This is my son Alan,” Voldemort said quietly. “As for his mother—”

“You’ll get to know her soon,” he laughed as if thinking of something pleasant. “God, I can’t wait.”

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