[Main HP Comprehensive British-American] Lolita

Three years later.

"Lily! Lily!" The girl hurried into the Gryffindor common room and stopped panting, grabbing the door frame, "Aren't you ready yet?"

The red-haired girl stood with her back to the door in her school robe, and turned around when she heard the girl's voice. Her face was more mature and moving than three years ago, with a ring on her ring finger.

"What's the matter, Mary?" She leaned leisurely against the window, the diamonds in her ring shining brightly in the sunlight.

Freckled Mary covered her forehead with a headache, "Okay please stop showing off your ring, I know James proposed to you yesterday."

Lily laughed and hugged the girl: "We will have a wedding this summer!"

"Before you start your tirade about weddings," Mary gestured for a stop, "we must go to the auditorium to take graduation photos, and everyone is almost there!"

Seeing Lily's surprised eyes, she said clearly, "You really forgot..."

Hogwarts in the summer is not hot, but the sun still brings a bit of restlessness. Lily was led by Mary and ran down the corridor. Out of the corner of the window, she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure walking towards the castle on the grass.

She hasn't seen this person for a long, long time, but it doesn't seem accurate, and she does "see" this person often, in major newspapers and magazines.

"Wow, Miss Stark!" Mary also saw this person and slowed down. She had completely forgotten that she, too, had had a run-in with a group of girls and Victoria a few years earlier, or maybe she saw the eccentric Dolores and the beautiful and rich Victoria as two people at all.

But not Lily, she loves the unflattering Dolores Rogers. That's why she didn't keep in touch with Victoria on purpose three years ago, she had to have a place in her heart for that eccentric Dolores.

At this moment Lily woke up like a dream, she pushed Mary, who had been lying on the windowsill and kept looking, "We should go."

Mary almost jumped up: "My God! It's really time to hurry up!"

The two girls looked at each other, laughed and continued to run downstairs. A gust of wind blew over, raising Lily's long hair, revealing her white earlobes. She suddenly wanted to see Victoria.

Just let us see each other like all decent adults, she thought, nice to meet you again, Victoria.

The wind continued to blow. On the table in the Charms classroom, there was the Daily Prophet's newspaper accidentally left by a student, with today's date written on it. The wind blew the newspaper up a page, and there was a small piece in the lower right corner. , Low-key obituary: Edwin Plimell finally gets the Dementor's kiss after four years of probation.

"Severus!"

On the other side, this year's seventh-year Slytherins have taken their graduation photos and are scattered.

Snape heard a familiar voice and turned his head in disbelief——

The blonde woman smiled and hugged him, and before a second passed, the boy broke free from her embrace.

"Please leave me alone with her Gryffindor enthusiasm, Miss Stark," he said deadpan.

"Oh! Severus!" Victoria pretended to cover her heart. "You charming bad boy!"

And Snape had already pulled out his wand, indicating that if he continued to talk nonsense, he would use her to experiment with the curses he had invented.

Victoria restrained herself, but still skillfully grabbed his shoulder, "So, graduation, eh?"

"Repeating a simple fact lowers my estimate of your IQ," he then adds, "even though that estimate is relatively low now."

Victoria let go of his shoulders: "Did anyone tell you you were a nasty boy?"

"Let humble Snape remind you that you gave me such a comment when we first met, Miss Stark."

She pretended not to hear this sentence, and started another topic on her own: "Ellen's sixth birthday is coming soon. What gift do you think I should prepare?"

"I think Mr. Riddle's only wish is to have reliable parents," Snape scoffed.

She knew what Snape was referring to, it had been almost five years since she had returned to England, but her relationship with Voldemort had still not been revealed.

And she also began to pay the price for showing off her adorable son in various interviews with no scruples—there were always gossip magazine reporters trying to sneak photos of Ellen.

Fortunately, she and Voldemort's secrecy work was good enough that no photo of Ellen's face has been leaked so far.

"I think he should be satisfied enough to have a beautiful mother like me." She pointed to herself rather shyly.

"Change the subject," Snape sneered, not conscious of speaking ill of his future boss, "Wait until Alan is going to Hogwarts. I really don't understand what you're thinking. "

He was right, all she had been trying to hide was the little boy's face that looked like Voldemort. Once the photo came out, so did her relationship with Voldemort.

"You can think of this as husband and wife love, young man." Victoria's lazy voice suddenly stopped, and she walked to the passing apple tree, hit the silent curse, and an apple landed firmly on the one she held out. on the palm of your hand.

"I once owned an apple tree, Severus," she held the red fruit nostalgically, "a long time ago."

"Your life story is best told to your son before going to bed," the boy beside him responded indifferently, pointing to a red school robe not far away, "Lily is there, I think you probably want to see her."

Victoria casually put the apple in her pocket, "Aren't you coming with me?"

The seventeen-year-old black-haired boy has grown very tall, and he has long been nothing like the gloomy and thin self of the past.

Then he shook his head. "I can't keep fooling myself and pretending to be her friend, Victoria. I should have my life."

Victoria nodded knowingly and walked towards Lily Evans.

The calm on Snape's face showed a bit of bitterness after she left, and he wasn't as relaxed as he seemed.

Before the N.E.W.Ts exam, he mustered up the courage to confess to Lily, even though she was already a recognized pair with James Potter.

"I'm sorry, Sev," said the girl, pale and flustered. She didn't expect her friend to behave like this. "You know I like James."

Yes, I know, I've always known, he thought, but it's too lonely to carry such a secret.

"It's okay," he said softly, "I just wanted to tell you this. You have the right to refuse me."

"Then we..." Lily asked tentatively, "Can we still be friends?"

This time the boy was firmer than ever before, and he smiled a little relieved: "No, I don't think we'll ever be again."

He recalled moments from his childhood when his mother was so tired of caring for his alcoholic father that he often forgot he existed. Once he was so hungry that he secretly plucked red fruit from a neighbor's tree to eat. The wild fruit tasted very sour and bitter, but he still ate it, hoping to feel full.

This is his love for Lily.

Hopeless, bitter, and full of delusions that could save him.

Snape stared at the girls hugging and chatting in the distance, feeling so free for the first time in decades.

The girl's blond hair was shrouded in the summer afternoon sun, her skin shimmering and almost transparent, and she was half-laid lazily on the dark green velvet sofa. Her toes were slightly curled, and in her hand was a smooth apple.

Voldemort watched this scene silently, as if he couldn't bear to disrupt the peace of the moment.

So the girl took the lead in saying that she had discovered his arrival: "I went to see Severus and Lily today."

"Hope you had a nice day," he said.

"Then I went to visit Angela again," Voldemort was the only person other than the Browns who knew that the girl was still alive. "I thought she would still refuse to see me, but I was lucky today."

This was the first time she saw Angela after the resurrection.

"I'm sorry." This was the first sentence she said to Angela.

Instead of bouncing lively, the girl sat demurely in a chair with needles and **** of yarn she used to pass the time.

"Oh Lo," she continued calling the nickname politely and distantly, "you don't need to apologize. It wasn't you who dragged me to the center of the conspiracy, and it wasn't you who killed me. But you shouldn't have brought me back from death. ."

"But that's the only thing I can do to help you."

Angela still maintained that illusory smile, which seemed to establish some kind of barrier, so that she could never find the girl from before.

"Don't see me again, Lo. Let the dust settle long overdue."

Recalling this, Victoria burst into laughter, tossing the apple into the sun and dusty air, and catching it with her hand—with a crisp clatter as it fell into the nest-shaped palm.

Voldemort also smiled and approached her: "May I share this apple with you?"

"my pleasure."

【The End】

The author has something to say: After the end is marked, I think that many people will feel that the ending is rushed, but I have finished what I want to tell, and this story should end.

Joshua died of the backlash caused by wanton manipulation of the fate of others, Edwin used the wrong way to implement justice, and finally became a murderer himself.

Voldemort wants to break through the boundaries of being a human and become a god. Victoria has the power of a god, and the compassion of the woman in her character overcomes ambition.

Cause and effect and ethics, God and man.

This is my first long story, and it still seems particularly naive, but fortunately it's not meaningless. For better or worse, I have preached my Word.

Thank you for your company, see you in the next story.

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