[HP Comprehensive UK and US] Platinum Stark

"Why are you so sleepy? Did you go out for a night out last night?" Draco glanced at Quirrell on the podium warily, then leaned over to his sister's shoulder and whispered.

Alicia didn't even move her lips, and said with full experience: "Well, I have no doubt that I can fall down here and fall asleep instantly."

How many secret classrooms did Merlin know she had been taken to by the Weasley twins last night?

At this moment, the girl deeply regretted accepting Fred's invitation.

"Ms. Malfoy, please come to my office after class." Quirrell pinched his fingers and said stumblingly, "Please...please listen carefully."

Alicia's sleepiness disappeared in an instant. Her facial expression froze for a moment, and then she patted the back of her brother's hand soothingly and responded, "Okay, Professor Quirrell."

She had known for a long time that once she returned to Hogwarts, the Dark Lord would never allow her to pass the school year in peace.

But this kind of sudden notification during class is really scary, okay?

The girl even secretly regretted why the Weasley twins didn't throw snowballs harder yesterday.

At this moment, not only did Theodore, Draco, Pansy and others stare at Quirrell coldly, but even the three saviors looked at him with something strange in their eyes.

As soon as the get out of class was over, Harry, who had gone out with the girl at night and met Quirrell before, rushed to her side regardless of anything and said, "Alicia, we should go find Headmaster Dumbledore. Quirrell is targeting you!"

Ah, stupid Potter, he had the guts to call her by her Christian name in front of a bunch of Slytherins.

Should we praise him for his Gryffindor-like courage?

"When did my sister ever ask you to care about her, Potter!" Draco looked Harry up and down deliberately, putting emphasis on "Potter". "Also, who allowed you to call my sister by her Christian name? It turns out that you can make connections everywhere with the title of savior. You don't really think that everyone will fall for your tricks, do you?"

Alicia looked at her brother with a hint of surprise. Could Draco really speak so many words in one breath?

Before Harry could open his mouth to protest, the girl walked directly between him and Draco, saying as she walked, "Boys, get out of the way."

As she passed by Harry, Alicia turned her head and gave him a barely perceptible smile. She raised her eyebrows slightly, as if to say: Don't worry.

A trace of shyness flashed across the boy's green eyes. He subconsciously pushed his glasses up and took a step back, completely losing the anger he had a minute ago.

The girl who stopped a quarrel did not stay for long. She prayed in her heart that the conversation would end quickly, and then quickened her pace and walked towards Quirrell's office.

When the familiar smell of garlic hit her face, Alicia skillfully cast a silent spell to block her sense of smell - it is worth remembering that this was the first silent spell she had learned.

"Have you brought what your master ordered you to bring?" Quirrell put away his timid look and spoke straight to the point.

Who gave him the guts to talk to her in that tone?

The always spoiled girl thought with disgust.

Alicia didn't even glance at him, she bowed her head respectfully, her voice taking on a girlish cuteness: "Professor, I brought the items you requested intact!"

When she lowered her head, the silver wine glass standing on the desk came into the girl's sight.

Wasn't this her Christmas present to the Dark Lord? It was a surprise that it hadn't been thrown away.

It seems that the Dark Lord is quite fond of silver items.

The person the girl was thinking about appeared in front of her in an instant. Voldemort cast a spell and made Quirrell fall into a coma. Then he deliberately lowered his voice and asked, "Xia, good girl, take it out and let me see it."

The girl who had been carrying the magical item with her since returning to Hogwarts held out her hand, and the next second, a black notebook appeared in her palm.

Alicia was led by a voice to try to open it countless times, but in the end she was forced to give up regretfully by the Dark Lord.

The thing that the person in front of her specifically asked her to take out from the Malfoy family collection room was exactly the treasure that Lucius had been ordered to "hide" not long ago.

Voldemort's eyes flashed red, as if he had fallen into some kind of madness, with a fanatical pride on his face. His fingertips reaching for the notebook were even trembling a little - Alicia had never seen him like this before.

He no longer cared whether the girl would discover his secret, or rather, he simply did not believe that anyone could discover his biggest trump card.

Voldemort took the notebook in his hands gently, as if it were some rare treasure.

"My old friend whom I meet again after a long absence..." His hoarse and crazy laughter came out, as if he had really encountered something exciting that was worth celebrating for three days.

Alicia shuddered for no reason. It had been a long time since she had felt such a strong sense of fear when facing the Dark Lord.

Even though she was very curious about what it was, she tactfully closed her mouth and lowered her head again.

Just when the girl felt her neck was getting a little sore, Voldemort made a sound as if he had just remembered that there was someone here.

"You hate Quirrell?"

Hearing this unexpected question, Alicia raised her head in surprise, with a trace of helplessness in her eyes.

The Dark Lord's temperament is unpredictable. What kind of answer can satisfy him?

'I do hate Quirrell.'

To say in front of the Dark Lord that he hated his now indispensable servant was like courting death.

'No, I admire Professor Quirrell.'

No, by asking this question the Dark Lord probably knew what she was thinking, and hiding the truth would be asking for trouble.

Alicia swallowed her saliva, and after careful consideration, she gave her answer: "Compared to Quirrell, I just... want you to be my professor more. I... I overstepped the line, please punish me."

The fear and admiration on her face seemed to come from the heart, and even the Dark Lord, who was always good at disguise, couldn't tell whether it was true or false.

Voldemort felt inexplicably annoyed and subconsciously wanted to cast a punishment spell on the girl.

Alicia's heart skipped a beat when she saw him raise his hand. She closed her eyes tightly, waiting for the pain to come.

Oh no, this sentence may not have touched the heart of the Dark Lord. How will the Dark Lord punish her? Will it be the Cruciatus Curse?

She should have agreed to let Harry Potter go to Dumbledore before she came.

However, after a long time, the imagined spell did not fall on her. Alicia quietly opened one eye, wondering what the Dark Lord wanted to do.

At this moment, she looked like a little rabbit surveying whether the surroundings were safe.

Voldemort was almost amused by her, and the anger in his heart also dissipated a lot. With disdain in his eyes, he asked condescendingly: "Is this what I usually teach you?"

Alicia analyzed his emotions very well. Good, the crisis was temporarily resolved.

"You know I would never point my wand at you."

A brief silence enveloped the entire office. Just when the girl thought she had said something wrong again, Voldemort walked around the desk and opened the notebook that was surrounded by the aura of dark magic.

"Go out and come back at nine o'clock three days later." He ordered without even looking up.

The girl didn't dare to try to say anything else. She answered honestly, "Yes."

At the same moment when Alicia turned around and put her hand on the door handle, the Dark Lord's voice sounded behind her: "Before you become powerful, don't show your disgust, even if he is an insignificant ant."

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One sentence theatre

Alicia: The fear is real. Who wouldn't be afraid of the crazy version of the Dark Lord? I can't handle it anyway. As for admiration? Only my aunt Bella would admire the crazy plus version of the Dark Lord.

Lucius: So I had a Horcrux of the Dark Lord in my house?? And it had been there for over ten years???

Diary Tom: Is anyone looking forward to my appearance? (A smile appears on his handsome face)