[Main HP Comprehensive British-American] Lolita

"Good afternoon, Miss Victoria."

The familiar voice made her very happy, but she turned back arrogantly: "What a coincidence, I met you again. Guess what, I remembered your name when I went back that night."

Voldemort didn't speak, and Victoria stood in the middle of the stairs, subconsciously clenching the handrail because of her nervousness: "Tom Riddle, isn't it?"

But his face was still pale, no emotion could be seen.

Victoria lifted her skirt and came down, stopping very close to him, as if she could feel Voldemort's breath on her skin. She met Voldemort's eyes directly. "I shared the apple with you, so now you're mine, Tom."

"I'm not yours, girl." Voldemort finally said.

Then came the sound of footsteps on the stairs above them. It was Victoria's father, Joshua.

"Go back to your room," Joshua ordered briefly, then immediately looked away from his daughter, as if he didn't want to waste a second on her.

Victoria complied silently as usual, and the second she turned away, her fingers slid teasingly across Voldemort's palm, and then she turned back and gave him a knowing smile, before giving him an unspoken smile. Walk up the stairs.

She's going to get Tom Riddle. Victoria looked at the indifferent father who had just passed her, clenched her hands into fists, and pierced her nails fiercely into her palms.

At a time when almost all the big families in the wizarding world would send their children to Hogwarts, only the Stark family maintained a traditional home education, and Miss Penelope was her governess, a small red-haired The lady, despite her small stature, has a full breast and always has a sweet smile on her face, easy to be happy and easy to worry.

Miss Penelope is thirty years old, and she is already an old girl in the magical world who will get married immediately after graduation at the age of eighteen. Her fiancé was torn to shreds by a werewolf in the forest three days before the wedding, and she is still her. of sad things.

"We met at Hogwarts, we were both Ravenclaw and he was a year older than me."

"Poor Paul," she said, wiping her tears with her handkerchief, "he went to the forest in the middle of the night just to pick some of my favorite moonlight tulips. He thought he could surprise me on the wedding day."

She had told this story many times, crying every time, and ended with the usual phrase: "Victoria, don't let your fiancé pick moonlight tulips."

As a half-blood, she often travels back and forth between the Muggle world and the wizarding world, often bringing Muggle books and sweets to Victoria.

Victoria likes her very much. Whenever she learned something again, or said something witty, Miss Penelope would laugh and take her into her arms, bumping against her bulging breast, through which Victoria could hear the sound. , Miss Penelope muffled laughter. The laughter was full of energy, just like Miss Penelope, who had lived through the death of her lover but still lived seriously, lit a light for Victoria in this gloomy manor.

Snapped. The book hit Victoria lightly on the head, pulling her back from her stupor.

"You can't be distracted in my class." Miss Penelope pretended to be angry, but then sat down beside her again and asked with concern, "Is there anything bothering you?"

Victoria looked hesitant to speak: "I... I want to go out of the manor."

"Who do you want to see?" Miss Penelope said plainly. "Victoria is at her age."

Victoria's face turned a light red from shyness, and continued: "Can you help me, Miss Penelope? I-I can't find anyone else to turn to..."

Miss Penelope smiled as she looked at her bewildered. "What do you need my help for?"

"I'll make Lucy drink the compound decoction and become me. Miss Penelope just needs to continue the class by pretending not to know." Victoria said her plan, then looked at Lucy, revealing A friendly smile, "We've all figured it out, right, Lucy?"

Lucy winced at the threat hidden under her lovely smile, then nodded quickly.

Miss Penelope, as usual, did not notice any abnormality between them, and readily agreed to Victoria's request, and then asked curiously, "What kind of boy makes us Victoria worry so much?" Probably with her She guessed in her heart which child of a family of similar age, because Victoria was rarely allowed to leave the manor, and all she could contact was the pure blood that would appear at these banquets, which was why she agreed to help Victoria cover up, Purebloods know each other well, and there is generally no danger in interacting with them.

"A very, very nice boy," Victoria said mysteriously.

Because the process of making compound decoction was too long, Victoria directly ordered a few bottles by mail, which made Miss Penelope very regretful. She originally wanted to teach this as a course by the way.

Lucy was horrified to see that Victoria put a small clump of blond hair cut into the mud-like potion, and then the potion instantly turned orange-red, Miss Penelope added with a smile: "This color shows that Victoria has a very deep heart. Passionate."

She was a Squib by birth, and her mother was a Squib too, or she would have been out of here to go to Hogwarts and get rid of this female demon by the way. Because he has no magical talent, he has both yearning for all magical things and a deep fear of being out of control.

Lucy reluctantly drank the potion and, in a painful burning sensation, took on the shape of Victoria, who wore an unremarkable necklace with a star strung on a thin silver chain. , the star seems to have a dull color due to lack of maintenance. Then Victoria's facial features and stature began to change, becoming the appearance of Lucy.

The master and servant officially exchanged identities.

"Then please, Miss Penelope," Victoria said to the governess before leaving the study, and gave Lucy another warning look, reminding her not to use her face to do something superfluous. When she revealed this plan to Miss Penelope, she was also using her to spy on Lucy. If Miss Penelope was also an insider, she would follow Lucy every step of the way, lest her father find any flaws.

Victoria walked quickly to another room, sprinkled a handful of green powder into the burning fireplace, and called out clearly: "Holmonks."

Then disappeared into green flames.

At the same time, Voldemort was looking at an experiment report with a gloomy expression, and he knelt down in a circle of trembling alchemists. He doesn't come here often, but only in the middle of every month to check the progress. In his capacity, if it wasn't for Joshua's request, he wouldn't come to do this kind of subordinates.

The experiment had not progressed for several months. He was tired of the almost identical reports every month. Just when he was about to get angry, a voice sounded excitedly: "Tom!"

It's Victoria. Voldemort was stunned for a moment, this little girl ran out of the manor under Joshua's control, and soon he returned to his usual indifferent face, but he ignored the excited Victoria.

The alchemists looked at each other, wondering how the strange girl got into this top-secret laboratory.

Victoria ignored Voldemort's deliberate neglect of her, and hugged his neck warmly and affectionately from behind, her height was just enough to fit Voldemort sitting on the chair.

This silly girl should be thankful for having a good dad for getting her out of the three Cruciatus Curses, Voldemort thought blankly.

But it turned out that it was too early for him to think so, because the next thing happened that made everyone stunned - Victoria quickly kissed his cheek and made a loud 'boo'.

Then the initiator smiled sweetly again, and said in a coquettish tone: "I miss you so much, Tom."

Voldemort was still ignoring the large doll hanging from him, Victoria tightened her arms around him, buried her head in his neck, and her voice became muffled: "I really want to."

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