[Main HP Comprehensive British-American] Lolita - Chapter 61

“Miss Stark! Miss Stark!”

A week later, Rita Skeeter burst into the auditorium with a newspaper, completely oblivious to the way she looked disheveled in her dressing gown.

“Our report is out!” She excitedly waved the Daily Prophet in her hands.

Victoria raised her hand, “I saw it too.”

Only then did Rita realize that she was wearing inappropriate clothes, smiled at her with a slightly red face, and turned around and ran back to the Hufflepuff girls’ dormitory.

This interview is very different from Voldemort’s one, there is no professional photography, and even the article is done by seventh graders at Hogwarts.

The title is very bland, and the font is only slightly larger than the text: [An Afternoon with Victoria Stark].

The photo was taken by Lily, with the Muggle camera she brought. Victoria sat in a black dress by the fire in the Gryffindor common room, her right arm casually draped over the back of a dark red velvet chair. Because the photo doesn’t move, people can only see her smiling quietly at the camera. Below is a line of small print: Remember this moment.

Contrary to its unpretentious style, the report itself has attracted a lot of attention, and the fact that it is entirely planned by the students is a huge gimmick; not to mention that this is a story about Millison Barnold The interview, after all, so far, apart from the official statement from the Ministry of Magic, no one has come forward to tell the whole incident.

Rita turned to her previous fancy style, and her writing became restrained and sincere.

[On this day of conversation with Victoria, it was a rare sunny day in January, and the dry winter sun shone on her blond hair and on the black dress she wore for the moment of silence. Hogwarts is still beautiful as if nothing has happened yet, but we know that something is finally lost. 】

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[“No, I’m not a supporter of Mr. Voldemort, and I know a lot of people agree with him. But obviously he’s refraining from talking about important things, such as how do we define victory, and does it count as victory if the Muggle Holy See is taught a lesson? , or slaughter them completely? If it is the latter, then what is the difference between us and them?”]

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[“I’m not optimistic about the hatred he is preaching now,” she said. “It’s amplifying the tragedy, and he affects the normal life of everyone. Maybe war is imperative, maybe we will taste the comfort of revenge, But that’s not the real purpose. Our purpose should be how to recover from tragedy and get back to a plain but beautiful day.”]

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[She said that she was not a hero, because this incident was a tragedy from beginning to end, and there was no beneficiary. So I asked her, “What do you think of yourself, Miss Stark?” She smiled, “I’m a good friend, a quirky Gryffindor, a… mother, yes Skeeter Miss, I am twenty years old. I have a son, and I love him very much.”]

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[I hope everyone will not forget Miss Angela Brown, her ordinary, her kindness, her selflessness, all real and charming. I also want everyone to forget Miss Angela Brown, as Victoria said, don’t let anything wipe out your beautiful nature. What we have to do is to overcome them, then forget the hatred and learn how to live again. Maybe everything is a process of loss and gain. We know the snow will melt eventually. 】

Half a month later, the students who went home for the Christmas vacation all returned to school one after another, but they were disappointed to find that Lord Voldemort and Victoria Stark, who had appeared frequently in the media recently, had already left Hogwart. tz.

But soon new bad news took over their field of vision: a wizard died for no reason while on vacation in Rome, and it was discovered that the Holy See was responsible.

War broke out.

“I said I disagree!” said Moody, his crutches pounding on the ground with a “tuk-tuk” sound. “You can’t have a kid fighting alongside us, Albus!”

This was their first wartime meeting. Germany, Britain, and France, the three countries with the largest wizarding populations in Europe, formed an alliance. Since there was no minister, Dumbledore temporarily took the place of the British leader. Although the German Prime Minister attended , but obviously he is not the real power-

“I just thought it was a good idea,” said a voice from the German delegation, an old man in a scarlet robe, “Miss Stark’s strength is obvious to all.”

“Grindelwald!” cried Moody. “Don’t think that you can be lawless if we agree to your release from prison—”

Moody’s voice came to an abrupt end when a green light brushed his ear.

Grindelwald played with his wand and looked at the one-eyed Auror in front of him with a half-smile, “Be kind sir, we are allies now.”

“Cough,” Dumbledore coughed a few times, kicking Grindelwald under the table, but his expression was very upright, “I also think Victoria is very suitable, Alastor.”

Moody snorted angrily. “Hopefully we don’t get killed by this.”

“Don’t worry about Miss Stark,” Voldemort said at this point, “I can assure you.”

“That’s all the Muggle Holy See?” Victoria said, throwing a stun spell to knock down the believers who rushed up, “Did they let the water out?”

This is the French town of La Bouguéry, which was the first town attacked by the Holy See because of its border with Italy. Dumbledore didn’t fight because of his injured left hand, which is why Victoria needed to go to the front immediately – as the war deepened, Dumbledore, who had no real contribution, would eventually be replaced by Voldemort.

“Don’t take it lightly!” Moody roared, then beckoned to the Aurors behind, “Forward! Forward!”

“Going forward is Mount Sacarillo, which is Italian territory,” Victoria hesitated, “I feel something is wrong.”

Moody disagreed. He had always looked down on Muggles. “What else would they have but guns and bullets? Besides, even if we were trapped, there was Voldemort’s rescue.”

The people on the British side were divided into two teams. The group led by Moody took the lead, with Voldemort sitting in the rear, so that if there was danger, the entire army would not be wiped out.

Victoria gritted her teeth, but kept up with the team.

There were no plants in Sakarillo Mountain in winter, all hard stones and snow, under the cover of the night and the phantom charm, they traveled very smoothly.

“Look over there!” An Auror suddenly said, it was a tent with lights on, and some places were still steaming, probably someone was cooking food.

Moody sneered, “I’ll just say, Muggle, heh, he can’t even hide his tent.”

As he spoke, he held his wand high and strode forward, the Aurors also followed closely with excitement, and Victoria became the last of the line.

They approached the tent cautiously, and low voices came from inside.

“Boss,” said one of the Aurors, “I think we can do a great job this time.”

Moody nodded, too, and gave Victoria a contemptuous glance in spite of his delight.

“I still don’t feel right,” she whispered.

“Girls are trouble.” He muttered, her indecision made him even more impatient, and he simply withdrew the Phantasm spell, stood up from behind the hidden stones, and greeted his subordinates, “Let’s go! ”

As if moved by Moody’s blood, many Aurors also removed the Illusionary Charm on their bodies and walked towards the tent.

Victoria didn’t move, and the other one who didn’t move was a reporter from the Daily Prophet. Probably because the magical world had been at peace for a long time, the young reporter was shivering from beginning to end, and became another object of Moody’s contempt.

“Don’t worry, Larry,” she told him, “I’ll protect you.”

Larry showed a half-crying, half-smile expression. He couldn’t tell whether he was being sent to the front line by his boss to be sad or being protected by a girl.

“No one! There is no one in here!” A voice came from not far away, and the Aurors searched the tent, but found that there was no one inside.

“I want to go and see,” she said. “You stay here and don’t walk around.”

Larry nodded vigorously, holding the camera tightly in his arms.

“What’s the matter?” she asked breathlessly, running to Moody.

Moody had a metal box in his hand, and a human voice was playing, “No one, just found this.”

“It’s a tape recorder,” Victoria said, with a growing sense of danger. “I’m afraid it’s a trap. We must hurry!”

Moody was a little stunned, hesitated for a second, and was about to follow Victoria’s command to evacuate when a red light ignited on the ground——

“have not seen you for a long time.”

The author has something to say: The campus segment is officially over.