Dear Victoria,

I wish you all the best. Maria and I are still living the same life as before, Tony has grown a bit taller, we all miss you so much (apparently Tony doesn't verbally admit this), and I really hope you can be with us soon.

Searching for Steve has become a day job, and there is still no good news for the ship in charge of the salvage. May God bless Captain America.

You still haven't talked to Mr. Riddle, have you? You can't run away from this forever, communication (he has a double dash under it) is the key to everything, not to mention that you don't hate him. The only thing you hate is yourself, but that seems unnecessary to me.

Victoria, think of your little boy, you will find him and make him happy.

I was planning to hold the expo next spring, and it wasn't until Maria reminded me that it was the third time. I still remember the first exposition. Time is a wonderful thing.

love you,

Howard

Howard urged her again to talk to Voldemort, just as he had encouraged her to go back to England, a Muggle man who always thought she could overcome it.

Dolores put away the letter, she could not risk the name on it, "Victoria" instead of "Dolores."

Howard was right, there was no hatred between her and Voldemort that he couldn't let go of, he just used her, but at the same time he used lies to weave a beautiful dream for her, but it was finally broken because of his father's death.

And the death of her father can't be blamed on anyone. She blamed herself in the past, but Howard believes that all this is Joshua's own choice and can't blame anyone alive.

This argument is a bit like Dumbledore, redemption and love, old-fashioned and moving.

She was thinking wildly, not even noticing Angela pounced on her—

"Lo!"

Angela's cries for her intimacy sounded again in the Gryffindor common room, and the others had long since been surprised that they didn't even raise their heads.

Angela and her became Gryffindor's least welcome after their conflict with Sophia, after most Gryffindors visited the girls in the medical wing and had the privilege of witnessing their misery. The two completely turned into air.

There have also been Sophia's suitors who have troubled them. Unfortunately, it happened to be the student council president himself, Edwin, who was present and happily deducted 20 points from him.

"Ten points from Gryffindor," Edwin smiled, "for school violence."

"School violence?" The boy pointed at them in disbelief, "Did you see these two people behind you?"

"We're in self-defense," Dolores shot back.

"Heh," the boy sneered, "Sofia has been lying in the medical wing for two weeks because of your self-defense."

"Ten points from Gryffindor," Edwin still smiled, "for talking too much."

"But, but we are Gryffindors too." Angela said weakly behind him.

"…"

Sirius Black looked at the girl who was embraced by Angela. He had heard about the Sophia incident and Voldemort's favor for the girl. Combined with the news that she had pestered him and questioned Voldemort repeatedly before, an absurd guess came to mind. R: Is Dolores Rogers a Voldemort advocate?

James just grinned when he heard the guess. "You're thinking too much. Rogers is just a little weird. She's a Gryffindor after all."

Even Lupin shook his head, "I don't think Miss Rogers, being a half-blood, would support bloodline theory."

And Peter, as usual, stared at them with watery eyes like mice, and didn't speak.

Dolores was indeed an eccentric girl. She seemed to have no interest in everything, and she was not afraid of everything. The insight she showed made him uncomfortable, as if she had seen through all her secrets.

He had felt that insight from Dumbledore, too, but unlike Dolores, Dumbledore was safe and gentle.

"Hey, Rogers," Sirius called out to the **** the other side of the common room, and after receiving the girl's gaze, he changed his name in a low voice, "Dolores."

Dolores broke free from Angela's loving embrace, strode up to the dark-haired boy, and bluntly drove Peter away from his seat and sat down.

She whistled loudly, "What's the matter?"

"Ah?" Sirius was stunned for a moment, the girl's question was too direct for him to answer, until James winked and poked him with his elbow, he slowly found a reason, "I I want to ask you to borrow your alchemy paper."

"Huh?" This time, it was Dolores' turn to be stunned.

James, who was next to him, had already covered his face for this clumsy reason, and Sirius had no choice but to break the can: "Yes, it's the one you gave to Voldemort. I've been very interested in alchemy recently."

She looked at the group of four suspiciously, "Are you in any trouble and want to ask me for help?"

On the other side of the group of four, James and Lupin had already packed their things and stood up. Peter stood aggrieved the whole time. Sirius grabbed his schoolbag and stood up, and then patted her on the shoulder like a brother. , tonight at eight o'clock, you know the hallway with the tapestries where Barnabas trains dwarfs to dance ballet? See you there! "

Saying that, the four of them carried their schoolbags and ran, as if afraid that Dolores would stop any of them.

Room upon request? She recalled a little, remembering that this magical room was in that corridor.

"Luo! We're going to be late for potions class!" Angela rushed over, holding the two of them's schoolbags in her hands, and dragged Dolores to the door of the common room quickly.

Slughorn still looked at her with a "what, is there someone here, sorry I only see air". Fortunately, potions are only compulsory for grades one to five, and she won't have to talk to Slughorn until next year. En in the same room.

But in fact, in Dolores' view, it was all because the chubby potions teacher himself overreacted. He must have remembered how Voldemort had asked him about his Horcruxes, and had begun to shy away from her.

What he didn't expect, however, was that Voldemort had long since given up making Horcruxes because of his ether research. When the possibility of becoming the creator of the world is touched, eternal life seems so boring and trivial.

Voldemort must have admired Joshua from a certain point of view. She thought that Joshua had opened a wider door for him. The world in this door had hardly been imagined before, but Joshua imagined it. , and persistently explored for more than two decades.

Joshua had thought she would be the closest thing to a successful experiment, but she failed, sacrificing the life of his best friend, Karen.

In his last experiment, the subjects were his grandson, her and Voldemort's little boy.

Of course Voldemort knew all this. He was willing to accept her blind love because of her identity as an experiment. On the night when she first confronted Joshua head-on, he used this secret to threaten Joshua to let her go. go.

Holmonks, the word as an alchemical term that means artificial man, was so fascinated by Joshua that he even used it as a laboratory entry code.

She was given high expectations by Joshua before she was born. She is omniscient, omnipotent, and extremely powerful. She will be the master of the ether and the master of this world.

But Victoria Stark is just an ordinary little girl, with a little intelligence and precocity, the biggest ideal in life is to hope that Voldemort will love her.

"Ahem," Slughorn cleared her throat vigorously, interrupting her rambling distractions, "please turn the book to four hundred and sixty pages, and today we're going to learn how to make a demulcent."

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