[Main HP Comprehensive British-American] Lolita - Chapter 52

“I’ve found a dance partner.”

Dolores announced at breakfast the next day.

“Professor Voldemort?” Lily winked.

“No no no, of course not him.” It was his son.

“Wow, are you sure you want to agree to this person’s invitation?” Lily was a little surprised, “I mean, he invited you when there was only one day left…”

Lily knew exactly what Lily meant. The red-haired girl had already imagined in her mind what Dolores’ dance partner would look like tonight – unpretentious, pathetic, maybe a little fat, desperate to find a female partner at the last second.

“I’m pretty sure, and, stop your imagination, you’ll understand when you see him.”

“I can testify,” Angela put a scrambled egg in her mouth with one hand, and raised one hand, “I saw him last night,” she drew back her raised hand, making a small “It’s so far from Edwin.”

“Hey!” Dolores pretended to hit her. “He’s the best!”

The premise is that the time skips back thirteen years, she added in her heart, she firmly believes that a sixteen-year-old boy will be fascinated by all the girls at Hogwarts.

Angela shook her head vigorously, then jumped up and ran to Ravenclaw’s table to avoid being attacked by Dolores’ fist.

“I’m so glad she’s getting better,” Dolores said to Lily, looking at her bouncing back, “Angela was so worrying yesterday, if you could see it with your own eyes, her face was pale Dumbledore made out with a man—”

“Dolores,” a lively male voice interjected, “sorry to interrupt your conversation, but I’m taking my girl.”

Lily smiled shyly, “I promised James that I would date him all day today.”

“Seriously?” Dolores spread his hands. “Can’t wait all day? It’s the dance tonight, Mr. Potter.”

It’s about the pact that Lily and James made – to try to keep their relationship secret until prom day.

“Lily said it’s fine,” James shrugged. “She said that since she’s told Snape, there’s nothing to worry about.”

Dolores looked at Lily with hatred, no worries, this girl was just dazzled by love.

“Okay, let’s go,” she turned her eyes to her plate, trying to cut the sausage into small pieces with a knife, “I’m alone anyway, and no one wants to accompany me—”

“I do, Mom.” The little boy next to her who had been cast several dozen ignore spells and transformation spells replied in a low voice.

“Keep eating your eggs, Ellen,” she replied sullenly.

Room upon request.

“Then, we can begin,” Dolores said, pointing to the row of ageing agents in front of him.

“The first bottle can make you fifteen, the second seventeen, the third twenty, and the medicine lasts only three minutes. We’ll find the age at which you look your best,” she snapped her fingers. , a huge wardrobe appeared on the right, “and I brought all your dad’s most expensive dresses.”

“You mean, you stole it?”

“How can it be called stealing between husband and wife,” she smiled threateningly, and Ellen shrank her neck. “It’s just a pity that your father may not be able to find a decent robe for the banquet tonight.”

Alan decided not to delve into this issue and drank the first bottle of age-enhancing agent in one gulp.

“Too tender,” she frowned at the sixteen-year-old boy, “you should be like my boyfriend not my son.”

…

“Too much like your father,” she looked blankly at the twenty-year-old boy, “you should know that ‘too much like your father’ equals ‘too much like a jerk’?”

…

“That’s it,” she seemed to wave her hand reluctantly. “Seventeen may be the best age for you. Remember this number, Ellen, and you must cherish this year.”

…

When he thought the torture was over, her mother walked quickly to the closet and opened it in a dramatic gesture, “Next, it’s time to try on clothes.”

In the end, Alan was decided to attend the party in a burgundy red dress with a yellow tie, which he vaguely realized as a three-year-old boy didn’t look good, and all because Dolores wanted to see Tom Riddle’s face paired with the Gryffindor colorway.

“I think we should surprise your father.” She thought.

So there is this scene-

“Victoria!” The door to the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor’s office opened, and the man sighed in relief when he saw the fully dressed girl. “I’m looking for you everywhere, listen, I’m sorry I didn’t invite you formally, but—”

“Sorry, Tom,” said the girl with a good-natured smile, “you’re late, I already have a boyfriend.”

Then the man saw the figure standing with his back to the door, and he quickly judged by the color of the dress that he might be some ignorant stupid boy in Gryffindor, and then he recognized the dress-

“You still let him wear my clothes?!” the man roared, “No wonder I couldn’t find a dress to wear today!”

She clapped her hands and motioned for the boy to turn around.

Eventually Voldemort was able to see the younger version of himself tragically wearing the Gryffindor colorway.

“…Ellen?” The man tried to keep himself calm, and he almost scolded him in front of his three-year-old son just now, which was one of the effects of life in the orphanage.

“Yes, father.” The boy nodded at him and smiled noblely, “You are late.”

The boy’s sarcastic smile irritated him again: “It’s too late?! You wouldn’t be born if I was too late!”

“Oh, father,” Allen shook his head with a disappointed look on his face, “I’m so sick of you making such a joke on your mother in front of me.”

He was stunned, trying to keep himself from pulling out his wand for the next second.

– Eventually the hostess made an agreement for them that her time would be divided equally between the two gentlemen.

“But you have to come in with me,” Voldemort looked at her warily, “and then I’ll let you go to Ellen.”

“Tom,” she said reproachfully, “this is Ellen’s first dance, and you can’t leave him without a female companion.”

“He’s only three years old.” The man pointed out the fact.

“Three years old is enough to leave a psychological shadow on him.”

The hostess is victorious again.

The eccentric and withdrawn Dolores Rogers brings a handsome male companion.

And the equally handsome Professor Voldemort appears alongside the recently infamous Lady Vanessa.

“You have to admit they look good together.” James looked at the man and woman in the middle of the dance floor, his eyes lingering on Vanessa’s beautiful figure, and then he was elbowed by Lily.

“But Professor Voldemort made it clear that he wanted to pursue Dolores.” Lily’s face was contradictory, her belief in the professor’s handsomeness and single-mindedness was shaken.

“But shouldn’t everyone be concerned about Dolores’ male partner?” Angela said.

So everyone’s eyes focused on her and the little boy again.

“Uh, this is Ellen, Ellen, this is everyone.” She made a brief introduction that couldn’t be shorter.

“Alan what?” Snape asked suspiciously, with an ominous premonition.

“—Alan Riddle, nice to meet you,” said the little boy.

“Are you Gryffindor? I think I’ve seen you,” Angela said.

“Really?” The boy smiled, “Then think I am.”

Angela still wanted to ask, but Edwin stopped him: “I don’t think Mr. Riddle wants to say, dear, let’s talk about something else.”

“Hey,” Dolores suddenly had an idea, “Do you want to go outside, we haven’t sat and chatted in a long time.”

This is the truth. In the old days, they would always eat snacks prepared by Angela and Lily by the Black Lake on sunny afternoons, while gags and basking in the sun.

After the weather became colder and colder, they gave up this activity, but today was just right. Although it was still snowy outside, Professor Flitwick put a lot of huge pumpkins outside the castle for the school dance. They were made into the shape of a carriage. There is also a warm spell that lasts all night. I heard that this idea came from a Muggle fairy tale.

“So, have the prince and princess lived happily ever after?” Angela asked.

Lily had just finished telling the story of Cinderella and was lying on her back in the huge carriage with her friends.

“Yes, they are happy and carefree from now on,” she replied.

“Okay! Story time is over!” Dolores sat up, almost falling asleep in her just boring fairy tale. “There’s a surprise tonight! Ta-dah!”

She took out a bottle of champagne.

Due to the fact that the lower grades were also present, only non-alcoholic butter beer was served at the banquet.

“Is this what you ‘brought’ too?” Alan asked quietly.

“Your father thinks it’s something girls drink anyway,” she said, then increased her volume. “Who wants to open this bottle of champagne?”

Some of the slightly drunk people lay down again, and the roof of the pumpkin carriage was spelled by Snape, turning it into a transparent appearance, and everyone could clearly see the starry sky.

“Snape,” James said suddenly, “I have something to tell you.”

“Oh, James! Isn’t it right now?” Dolores complained loudly.

“No, I’m not trying to find fault or anything, I just think I probably owe you a sincere apology,” muttered a somewhat drunk James. “You’re a nice guy, Snape.”

Then he staggered to Snape’s side, took Snape’s hand firmly, intertwined his fingers, and raised it as high as he could, “We’re friends!”

And Snape was also a little too drunk, and he was so soft that James could only hold his hand.

“Merlin, I hope tomorrow’s sober Snape doesn’t get too angry and kill your boyfriend,” Dolores said to Lily.

“I think we’ve got to come up with a reason,” Sirius thought on a whim. “Don’t adults always drink champagne to celebrate something?”

“Happy birthday to my alma mater.” Lupin’s calm voice sounded.

“No, I mean, about our reason, a real reason,” Sirius said.

“Celebrate foes making peace. Celebrating friends becoming lovers,” Edwin said. “Celebrating our time together.”

“To us!” Everyone said in unison, and the cups made a crisp sound when they touched each other, which was especially pleasant when combined with the laughter.

Half an hour later, almost everyone started to fall asleep because of the alcohol, only Lupin, Dolores and Allen were still awake.

“Hey, we’re leaving, remember to take care of them.” Dolores and Allen got out of the carriage and whispered to Lupin.

“…I seem to remember who Mr. Riddle looks like,” Angela’s half-awake voice sounded, “Professor Voldemort.”

Lupin was stunned for a moment, then smiled knowingly when he saw Dolores making a “shush” gesture, and waved his hand to let them leave.

At this time, it was already time for Allen to fall asleep, and the age-increasing agent was slowly failing. The tall seventeen-year-old boy eventually shrunk into a three-year-old boy.

Dolores walked towards the castle with Aaron in his arms, feeling infinitely soft in his heart.

“Where have you been?” As soon as she stepped into the castle, she met Voldemort who was waiting at the door. “How about giving me half the time?”

“Sorry,” she stuck out her tongue, “I forgot the time.”

There was a faint sound of music, which was unreal across the porch, and Voldemort stretched out his hand, “The last tune, do you want to dance with me?”

“Sorry,” she apologized again, gesturing to Ellen in her arms, “I can’t hold him and dance with you, it will wake him up.”

When Voldemort wanted to remind her for the hundredth time that they were wizards and that almost everything could be solved with a spell, he changed his mind.

He took Ellen from her hand, holding the sleeping little boy with one hand and her with the other.

“I know I’ve been busy these days,” he said softly, “and I haven’t even been able to spend time with you, but later you’ll see that it’s all worth it.”

“You mean it’s worth it to you,” she laughed self-deprecatingly. “Are we a bad couple, Tom? Always arguing, always trying to convince each other.”

“It’s maybe a way of communicating,” he says carefully, “though sometimes I miss the old days too.”

“Me too, even though I was stupid back then.”

“You’re not stupid, you’re just brave.”

“Hey, Tom,” she looked up at him, “can you kiss me?” She pointed to the mistletoe hanging over their heads. “We’re under the mistletoe.”

“Of course, my wife.”

Tom Riddle bowed his head and gave her the tenderest kiss of his life.

The author has something to say: Who can resist the temptation to play around with a teenager who looks exactly like Tom Riddle? ?