[Main HP Comprehensive British-American] Lolita - Chapter 56

The author has something to say: an extra paragraph has been added to chapter 53, and you can read the newly revised chapter 53 before reading this chapter.

The song I was listening to when I wrote the last few chapters: TheAngryRiversbyJ.Tillman, very good, recommended.

Double update today, there is another chapter to follow.

“I’m Victoria Stark. I’m going to expose a murder.”

As soon as she finished speaking, there was an uproar in the audience, and Grindelwald had to knock the gavel again, and the students’ heated discussions gradually subsided.

“Please go on, Miss Stark.”

“Mr. Headmaster!” said Mrs. Millison. “I don’t think it would be appropriate to hear from a dubious witness.”

“I agree, Albus,” said Gilbert. “We don’t even know what Miss Stark is lurking at Hogwarts as another human being! What a joke!”

“Why not give Miss Stark a chance?” Amelia Burns frowned disapprovingly, then turned to Victoria, “Miss Stark, who is your father?”

“My father is Joshua Stark,” she smiled after seeing everyone’s eyes. “Yes, the Stark family that was burned to the flames three years ago.”

“I can testify,” said Voldemort, who had been silent, “Victoria is indeed Joshua’s missing only daughter.”

The calm Vanessa suddenly moved. “You lied to me,” she said, staring at Voldemort. “You said you had no news from Victoria Stark.”

“I’m sorry you found this out, Vanessa,” he said innocently, “but it has nothing to do with the current case.”

“Professor Dumbledore?” Victoria asked. “Can I go on now?”

Grindelwald looked at the others and found that no one objected any more, so he nodded, “Please continue.”

“Vanessa Plimell was not the one who killed Angela, sir.”

“I question your judgment very much, Miss Stark…” Edwin said in a cold voice, “but I don’t think the words of a person who cheated friendship with a fake identity are not credible in themselves.”

“Then what if I say Angela left me with information about the murderer before she died?”

Edwin looked surprised, but calm, “It’s impossible.”

“Why not? I’m her best friend.”

The boy looked hesitant and did not fight back immediately.

Victoria laughed. “You’re right, Mr. Plimell, Angela didn’t leave any messages for me. She’s been loyal to you from start to finish.”

“What are you implying? Did I kill my fiancée?” Edwin asked.

She ignored Edwin’s questioning and continued to speak, “but her body left an important clue,” she looked at the boy, her words full of ice, “she was motionless, A living corpse.”

“I’ve never had house-elves in my house,” she said suddenly again, “that’s weird, isn’t it? A pure and long-standing family has hired a bunch of Squibs as servants. I think a lot of people were there because My father’s talent in alchemy has been known by his name, and his research points to an incomparably great direction, an ultimate answer to life. But the great journey must be accumulated by countless sacrifices, so you may have guessed – Si Of course there were house-elves in the Tucker family, and they all died because of this noble and honorable mission. Because my father’s alchemy array is imperfect, it also requires the exchange of life to be voluntary while it is exchanged for equal value. die.

But my father paid the price in the end, he lost his breath in his alchemy circle. Every man who sacrifices his life in this way must bear the imprint of Metatron—”

She raised her wand and drew the familiar shape of the Metatron Cube in the air, “and Angela Brown has the exact same dark red mark on her body that my father got. She died of self-sacrifice.”

Gilbert laughed sarcastically. “If you think Miss Brown committed suicide, why claim it was a murder?”

“Be patient, Mr. Wimple. Everything I say seems illogical, and that’s because there are two entirely different motives behind it. First, the first motive, about Edwin Prim. Sir.”

“I protest, Professor Dumbledore, that Miss Stark is a complete fabrication!” Edwin shouted.

Grindelwald was intrigued, “The protest is ineffective, Mr. Plimell.”

“Time,” said Victoria, “is the key to all mysteries. It seems to us that death happened before the murderer was traced. But the truth is the opposite. It is precisely for the murderer’s birth, death was planned. Am I right, Mr. Plimell?”

“What you really want is not a murder, but a trial.”

The whole place was silent, and even Edwin was only breathing heavily, unable to say a word.

“What about the evidence?” Mrs. Millison broke the silence. “The so-called truth you are telling now is all based on your own assumptions.”

“Isn’t the evidence obvious enough, Mr. Minister? On the premise of Angela’s voluntary death, Mr. Plimell insisted that the murderer was Mrs. Vanessa, and even took great pains to find a lot of evidence. These evidences seemed fatal, But none of them convicted her, so in the case of a deadlock in the trial, a small trick was proposed – Veritaserum.”

“It never matters whether Mrs. Vanessa killed Angela, what really matters is for her to drink a potion that can only tell the truth in order to get rid of the crime.” Victoria looked at Edwin, “This is a The boy’s vengeance for his beloved father.”

“Ridiculous!” cried Gilbert. “Veritaserum was my idea and had nothing to do with Edwin!”

“Don’t rush to protect your best friend’s only son, Mr. Wimple. And don’t put too much confidence in your own IQ. You won’t even need the Imperius Curse to get an idea into your head.” Victoria sarcastically said. .

“You!” Gilbert’s face flushed, almost breathless when he heard Voldemort’s uncontrollable chuckle beside him.

“Even so, so what?” The boy lost his mind. “But she is a real murderer. Do you want justice to continue to be high and never come?”

“Oh, Edwin,” Vanessa sighed, “what a pity.”

The mother’s gesture of pity completely angered the boy. “She never loved my father,” he shouted. “She’s a **** gay!”

But in the next second, he covered his throat and couldn’t make a sound, and then a rope like a snake bound his whole body.

“Now that we have the first accomplice to plead guilty,” Voldemort retracted his wand with a smile, “and what about the second motive?”

“The second motive, about a great man,” Victoria’s calm face turned to Millison Barnold, who was aloof, “our esteemed minister.”

“Miss Stark,” said Moody sullenly, who had not spoken, “perhaps we can accept your previous assumption, but it is against the law to slander a public official.”

“None of us can call it slander until Miss Stark has made a statement, Mr. Moody,” said Voldemort. “If you insist, I can only think that the Ministry of Magic is covering each other up.”

Moody gave a heavy hum and stopped talking.

“Please tell me, Miss Stark,” Mrs. Millison was not nervous at all, still wearing her trademark kind smile, “Even if you say something wrong, I can promise not to hold you accountable.”

“I hope you can continue to be so calm, ma’am,” Victoria said, and Mrs. Millison’s smile froze for a second. “According to Mr. Plimell’s plan, the identity of the deceased should have been chosen at random. A hapless man who should never be his fiancée. The reason is very simple, there are two people standing after this incident, and these two people want different things.”

“Let me tell another story. Like I said, my father was an experimental freak, so our house-elves were all sacrificed to his research, and we had to hire a bunch of Squibs. There was an exceptionally beautiful maid named Anna, and she had an unseemly **** named Lucy. But guess who was Lucy’s biological father?” She paused. “Rudolph Lestrange Yes, the same Lestrange who died of syphilis two years ago.”

“Although he likes Anna a little, he doesn’t want to marry a Squib. So my father took in Lucy out of some pure-blood tacit understanding, and managed to keep Anna’s mouth shut. It seems that the matter is still with Millison. Madam is irrelevant, but there is one detail in my memory that caught my attention.”

“Rudolph regarded my father as a close friend because of this, and one day he was as drunk as usual, chatting with my father. He said something like: My stone is gone, it must be damned The Barnold girls stole it.”

“His stone is a treasure that every Lestrange lineage has, and can change his appearance without any other means. As far as I know, his cousin Karen Lestrange took it Made into a necklace.”

“We don’t sit here to hear you tell the secrets of the major families, Miss Stark,” Amelia said.

“Sorry,” Victoria nodded slightly, “then I’ll be more direct. The murder I said to be exposed was planned by Millison Barnold, and the victims will be all of us.”