[Main HP Comprehensive British-American] Lolita

I now think of bisons and angels, and of the secrets of pigment longevity. Think prophetic sonnets, think sanctuary of art. That's the only immortal thing you and I can share, my Lolita.

"Dolores?"

The short-haired girl walking in front turned her head, the corridor just after class was full of people, she was bumped several times when she turned around, and finally, the red-haired girl who stopped her squeezed hard to her side.

"Lily," Dolores greeted with a smile, "how are you doing?"

Lily Evans is a junior three years younger than her, and she was regarded as "the most likely candidate to become a courtyard flower" by the eager seniors as soon as she entered the school.

"Not bad, except that Sev never accompanies me to practice in flying lessons." Lily glared at the dark-haired boy beside her.

"Because it's a stupid sport and I don't want to waste my time," said the boy - Mr. Severus Snape - arrogantly.

"I think Mr. Snape doesn't think it's stupid to wash his hair, after all he's spent all his time doing it," Dolores said languidly.

"Just like the scabies potion was for Miss Rogers, yes, she must have deserved a Merlin medal when she didn't blow up the cauldron in Potions class for the first time."

"My God! Can you guys stop taunting each other for at least five minutes!" Lily shouted with a headache.

"It's impossible, after all five minutes of not being able to speak to the Honorable Mr. Snape would break my heart to death."

"Then see you tomorrow, Miss Rogers, I enjoyed every minute of talking with you, goodbye, Lily." Snape turned and walked in the direction they had come from.

"Does he accompany you back to the common room every day? Even if the Slytherin cellar is in the exact opposite direction?" Dolores asked in disbelief.

"Uh... yes, what's the problem?"

"No, not at all, you have to be careful, Lily." Dolores kept secret.

The fat woman casually opened the door of the lounge for them, and then heard a familiar voice: "Luo! Luo!"

"Merlin! Can't she take at least a day off?" Dolores said, frowning.

"That's what I want to ask you and Sev too." Lily was expressionless.

"Can't blame me! He even mocked me today as a fifth grader for not being able to make a first grade scabies potion!"

"Treasure one of your two and a half friends," Lily explained when she saw her puzzled eyes, "I'll count as one, Sev is half, and the other one has already rushed towards you."

"Oh! Luo! I just missed you half a day after we separated!" Angela hugged Dolores tightly.

Angela was a stupid fifth grade girl, like her stupid name, and at the same time very boring, similar to her mediocre last name—her full name was Angela Brown.

Dolores, a transfer student in the fifth grade, was unfortunately assigned to be her roommate with Angela as soon as she entered the school, because no one wanted to live in the same room with this stupid little girl throughout the fifth grade, and she, as an ignorant new students, forced to take on this responsibility.

"You'll like her, Miss Rogers," Dumbledore winked at her after a private sorting ceremony in the headmaster's room.

"And it turns out that Dumbledore was just a shameless old liar," Dolores wrote angrily to her uncle, now adoptive father Howard Stark, "and now I pray every night that he will be taken by Voldemort as soon as possible. Assassination."

Dolores Rogers is a regular Gryffindor, American, and of mixed race. As for why she missed the first four years of study, her explanation was because her father took her to the Algerian forest to find the horned snoring beast, and successfully lost her way for four years. Fortunately, her respectable father did not give up her magic. education, so she could successfully enter the fifth grade after she got out of trouble.

"And my father, in the third year after we found the Crooked Snorer, was killed by the harassing horsefly," Dolores said in a low voice by the fireplace in Gryffindor Tower, "I finally succeeded. The land left the forest in the fourth year."

"You're just making up stories, right?" James Potter, as a member of the onlookers, couldn't help but say.

Angela next to her was in tears, holding Dolores and crying, as if she was the heroine in the story whose father died early and was self-reliant, "Oh! My poor Luo! You must have had a hard time. !"

The Gryffindors who had just sat silently listening to the story had quietly dispersed, and Dolores was dejected to find that Angela was the only one who believed the whole story.

So for the next six months, Angeli acted as a protector and forbade everyone to mention "Algeria", "Curved Snorer" and "Harassing Horsefly" in front of her, and finally rose to all the key words about this story. , such as "forest" and "father". She even forbade Dolores from speaking to a senior named Woods just because of his hateful last name.

By the time Dolores reacted, she was left with only two friends, Angela Demon Brown, and the kind Lily Evans. Snape couldn't count, not even half.

Howard comforted her in the letter: "Me and Maria and Tony don't mind being counted as your friends."

This makes me sadder even more, uncle. Dolores thought desperately.

Dolores prefers to describe herself as a mysterious woman with a secret, rather than the Hogwarts image of her as eccentric and difficult to get along with.

"I'd much rather describe you as an ordinary woman full of lies," Snape said. "Oh no, you who can do that, can barely squeeze into the threshold of extraordinary."

But Dolores doesn't think ordinary is a bad thing, she is indeed a person who is ordinary in everything except the art of speaking, such as her bland and ordinary appearance, dull short black hair and dark pupils, and perpetually average grades.

Ordinary is what many great wise men have longed for in their lives, even more than their love of truth, and she is lucky to enjoy it. She expressed the above point of view at the small party at the school for Christmas. Headmaster Dumbledore praised it, but a good composition did not add points to Gryffindor.

Dolores said in her heart that she would extend today's "hope Dumbledore assassinated by Voldemort" prayer time.

About the Hogwarts Christmas party, this is what Dumbledore did when he became headmaster. His predecessor, Headmaster Armando, was too old to remember all the poor students who couldn't go home for Christmas. , in fact, he may have even forgotten how to spell the word Hogwarts.

Miss Dolores Rogers was enjoying her ordinary life at Hogwarts, until their Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Mr. Philip Wharton, angrily proposed after the students' pranks on his office. resigned.

"They actually messed up the order of my bookcases! They cut each piece of my parchment into a different shape on purpose! It's unforgivable! It's a bunch of demons! Demons!" Mr. Wharton burst into tears in the principal's room.

Dumbledore had to accept his resignation with regret, and politely complimented his flawless suitcase as he sent him away.

"I knew people would appreciate it! He's the perfect rectangle!" replied Mr. Wharton happily, and left as quickly as he feared Dumbledore would **** his treasure.

Headmaster Dumbledore announced this at a small Christmas party, and he was wearing a witch hat he had just pulled out of a firecracker, and for a while even Dolores couldn't be sure if he was joking.

"But you can't just change teachers for us, the semester is only halfway through!" A Ravenclaw boy with freckles was the first to speak after the silence.

"I'm sorry that Professor Wharton has left us with no remorse, but we will welcome an amazing new teacher this new semester."

But Dumbledore was reluctant to say more, claiming that it was risky enough to reveal Wharton's departure in advance, and that naming the new professor could expose him to an assassination attempt.

"I think the new professor will probably be Voldemort," Dolores scoffed.

"I think Professor Wharton's resignation is a good thing, after all, he can't teach us anything other than perfectionism and obsessive-compulsive disorder." Snape said in a routine meeting of three people.

Usually, there are four people in this kind of meeting, Lily, Snape, Angela, and Dolores. Except for Lily, the three of them are poor little people who have nowhere to go, but Lily has many other friends at the same time. , generously sharing time with them. And now, Lily is home for Christmas, so only the poor little ones are left to despise each other.

Dolores and Snape's staying at school was to be expected, as they lost one parent, the other, and Angela, the lucky one with both parents alive and a happy family, was entirely for her Poor Lo. Her parents also showed great support, and even sent Dolores an impassioned letter from an owl to invite her to the Browns next Christmas.

"I think you have a good grasp of the essence of Professor Wharton's teaching," Dolores said.

"Then Miss Rogers has learned nothing."

"You are not allowed to insult Luo! Luo Mingming is no longer afraid of the Cornwall elf!" Angela glared at Snape angrily.

Dolores hammered his head in frustration: "Seriously, why do we still meet on vacation."

"I can't imagine getting along with you without Lily. But to answer your last question, because Miss Rogers and Miss Brown don't have any other friends."

"Mr. Snape's tone is like he owns such a thing," Dolores smirked, "Seriously, why don't you come to Gryffindor, look at me, although I'm also half blood, but I have never been discriminated against by my classmates because of their blood.”

"After all, it's enough that Miss Rogers' other qualities are used to hate." Snape ended the meeting with a routine taunt.