[Main HP Comprehensive British-American] Lolita

"Oh, it looks like I didn't show up at the right time." A smiling voice sounded, and Dolores hurriedly put down the frame and wiped away tears with his sleeve.

She looked towards the sounding place, and Dumbledore's face with his classic smile appeared in the flames of the fireplace.

"I didn't know he was willing to open his fireplace to you." She responded quickly and subconsciously.

"I'm the headmaster and he has to listen to me," Dumbledore tried to make a mean expression, but his smile failed him, "Good evening, miss, what are you doing here? "

"nothing."

"You don't look like nothing," he paused. "Victoria."

Victoria. The name grabbed her throat like a cold hand, and then she turned her head to the mirror on the wall, and found in despair that the face reflected in the mirror belonged to Victoria Stark.

"How did you know?" she asked.

Dumbledore just winked mischievously, "Hogwarts has a magical booklet on which the names of all the new wizards will appear. You were born in July, which is a good season."

"Thank you, Professor." Dolores couldn't find any other words to respond, Dumbledore no doubt guessed everything from the start, but he didn't try to debunk any lies.

"No, I want to thank you," he said, "thank you for changing him."

And they all know who this "he" is.

"I didn't," she looked down at the rug. "I actually screwed everything up."

"You changed him," Dumbledore said firmly and gently. "Tom came to Hogwarts twice to apply for a job, the first time he was just a graduate, but I could feel his surging ambitions when I closed my eyes. The second time was different, he came to find something that he had never had before—"

"Love," he said.

"He loves power," Dolores said softly.

"In fact, I have questioned my own judgment. Has Tom Riddle really learned how to love? Anyone who knows his past must answer no: No, he can't love. But I And did see something scorching hot, slowly melting away the cold and evil part of him. Why not try to believe him, Victoria?"

"Thank you for your comfort, but it's almost curfew, and I have to get back to Gryffindor Tower." She refused to respond to Dumbledore's tirade, holding the necklace and changing into another face in front of Dumbledore, "See you, Professor."

"You can't run away forever." Dumbledore's last words came through the crack of the door, which was still open, and Dolores tried to forget it, but it seemed as stubborn as it was embedded in her mind.

She ran down the empty corridors at night, as if she could leave everything behind. The wind blew up the broken hair on her forehead, revealing a clean forehead. The moon is so beautiful, she thought.

Like the night she fell in love with him, and every heartbreak night.

Afternoon temperatures in March were still a bit chilly, and after a month of cloudy days, Hogwarts finally had a precious sunny day.

"Finally found you guys," Dolores sat down on the grass, breathing a little, "I've really had enough of my fortune-telling lessons! Did Trelawney only see my misfortune? Today I I got three more prophecies about my death!"

"Who told you to quarrel with her on the first day of class," Snape said gloatingly, even as a junior he had heard stories of fifth-grade American transfer students challenging the divination professor in public.

"You should report this to Headmaster Dumbledore," Lily said with a serious face. "This is very serious bullying."

Dolores lay down, adjusted his sleeping position and let out a comfortable sigh, "I won't have to see that old witch again when I pass O.W.Ls."

"So you remember O.W.Ls," Edwin said softly, "and Angela and I can't even find yours these days."

Angela's mouth was filled with Honey Duke's candy, and after hearing her name, she raised her head and said indistinctly: "Lo is helping Potter and the others recently."

"What Potter?" Snape became alert, then glanced quickly at Lily beside him, "James Potter?"

"Ah—" Dolores dragged his voice in frustration, "they asked me to teach them something."

"How to lie?" Snape sneered.

"I promise they can't say it." She put her arms behind her head casually and changed positions.

"I thought our relationship was at least closer than you and Potter." The boy still insisted.

Dolores sat up abruptly. "Can't you care less about them? Just because Potter likes—"

She stopped talking as soon as she saw Snape's murderous look.

"It doesn't matter." Snape shrugged pretending not to care, and Dolores swallowed just as he was about to laugh at his stiffness. Then he stood up, grabbed his schoolbag and planned to leave, but just after taking a step, the schoolbag strap suddenly broke, and the contents of the schoolbag were scattered on the ground.

"I told you that second-hand quality is not good," Dolores muttered.

"Dolores!" Edwin and Lily said at the same time, warning her to shut up.

Snape waved his wand, and the items scattered in the bag returned to the bag. He held the bag with the broken strap and looked at Dolores, who was a little overwhelmed.

"Not everyone can afford a new bag, Miss Rogers." His voice was calm, but his lips were pressed together and his eyes were cold and piercing.

"I didn't mean that..." she said shyly, but Snape had already turned away.

"Sif cares about that," Lily whispered.

"Well, I laughed at his second-hand robe before," Dolores said numbly.

"We all know you have no ill will, and he will forgive you," Edwin comforted.

Angela also nodded vigorously.

"Am I a bad friend?" she frowned.

"Of course not!" Angela replied loudly, "Lo is the best Lo in the world!"

Dolores suddenly felt very guilty for hating Angela.

"Professor Voldemort." After the Defence Against the Dark Arts class the next day, Dolores stepped forward and stopped Voldemort, who was about to leave the classroom. After seeing Dolores, he retracted his head in fear and walked away.

"Looks like everyone has heard of your reputation," Voldemort said with a smile.

"You are more scary." She answered honestly.

"Then, Miss Rogers, what do you need from her humble teacher?"

"I think," she said hesitantly, "I want you to teach me Animagus."

Voldemort threw the book on the podium, resting his hands on the desk in front of Dolores, his inquiring eyes surveyed her from top to bottom. "Reason."

"I like small animals," she said dryly.

He moved closer to her, and Dolores felt as if the tips of their noses were barely touching each other.

"Please give me a reasonable reason," he said softly.

"Okay," she shook her head in resignation, "Potter and the others thought I would be an Animagus and insisted on asking me to teach them. I was afraid of an accident, so I wanted to ask you for advice."

She hadn't noticed that she had been in a moral sense and had said nothing in front of Snape just now, confided in front of Voldemort so easily.

"They must have offered you some kind of quid pro quo," Voldemort stepped back after getting a satisfactory answer, pulling away from her, "What is it?"

"I don't want to talk about it, Professor." The Invisibility Cloak couldn't be asked anymore.

Voldemort looked at her for a moment, then suddenly said, "I can help you, and I won't tell anyone else, including the headmaster," as she fidgeted with the stare.

Dolores's dying hope rekindled until Voldemort's next words sounded: "But in exchange for a secret of yours."

"What kind of secret?" She pretended to be calm.

"Like, who did you love?"

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