[Main HP Comprehensive British-American] Lolita

Voldemort glanced up at the alchemists, and they left the room knowingly. After everyone had left, he said, "How did you avoid your father?"

He didn't ask Joshua if he agreed, because it was obvious. Victoria was fourteen, socially old, and most purebloods had never seen her. The little girl was imprisoned in disguise by her biological father, banned from going out, had no friends, and even Voldemort had a tiny, rare sympathy for her.

"I overheard your conversation with your father," Victoria blinked slyly. "You come here on the fourth of every month."

Then she retracted her arms around Voldemort's neck and walked from the back of the chair to Voldemort's front, sitting straight on his lap while her slender arms wrapped around him again. Her lips were in his ear, and she continued: "A year ago, I stumbled across my father using Floo powder. He never liked drilling in the fireplace as a detriment to his identity, which meant that , where he's going can only be reached this way. If he's going somewhere so top secret that even Apparition is forbidden and only connected to a fireplace in a fixed location, it must be something important. So I remembered The word he shouted when the flames turned green,"

Her lips were closer to his ears, almost directly on them: "Holmonks."

"And then what?" Voldemort asked.

"Then I started to look up the meaning of the word and found that it was not a place name, so it must be a password, used with a fixed fireplace, to become a unique coordinate. And the word in alchemy means, artificial man. "

Victoria's body was almost wrapped around Voldemort's body, her face was smug and happy, like a child getting something she'd longed for.

"If it's alchemy, then it becomes clear. The place the fireplace leads must have something to do with my father's research, and I recently 'just' learned that you'll be checking in on your research every month, so I Think, why not try it?"

Voldemort didn't answer her, and jumped to another topic: "Do you often sneak out of the manor like this?"

"Guess what?" Victoria didn't answer directly.

In fact, this is the second time she has sneaked out, the first time was when she was eleven years old. She read about Hogwarts when she was very young, and the castle had always been her dream, a dream of leaving the manor and leaving her father. But at the age of eleven, she did not receive the admission letter on time.

After carefully asking her father, she got the answer.

"Hogwarts will never give admission notices to the descendants of the Stark family. It's a waste of effort. We can't give up family education." Joshua said impatiently, and then gave her a warning look, as if She was admonishing her not to have redundant dreams.

Victoria spent two months observing the regularity of Joshua's going out. After endless waiting, she finally found an opportunity to use the necklace left by her mother to transform into other servants and escape through the back door of the manor . Then she reached the farthest place she had ever been to, Diagon Alley, the shopping street where people came and went was still clear in her memory, the smell of potions and the chanting of hawkers surrounded her.

The dream didn't last long. After living in isolation for eleven years, she was noticed because of her lack of common sense. Someone called the police, and someone from the Ministry of Magic also brought her father.

Then it was a dark day, and Victoria dared not reminisce. The arrival of Miss Penelope brought her a ray of light. She spent three years with her in a well-behaved manner, and finally successfully took advantage of the kindness of the governess and left the manor today.

But this time, Victoria decided to take the long view. She will be home on time today and will do her best to keep her father ignorant of it until—

Victoria gave Voldemort a deep look. Until she has a real protector against her father.

Voldemort twitched the corners of his mouth indifferently after hearing her tactful answer, showing a cold smile, and then asked, "After planning for so long, what do you want to do, Victoria?"

"I like you to call my name, can you call it a few more times?" She still answered incredulously.

Voldemort's smile was deeper and his coldness was deeper: "Of course you don't have to answer my question, and I, too, can hand you over to your father."

"You don't," Victoria said firmly, "you like me a little bit, don't you?"

"It's too confident to believe that someone you've only met twice has a crush on you," he scoffed. "You're just an ordinary, mediocre little girl."

"We've met more than twice," Victoria said seriously, as if it was something important to her. "We met a long, long time ago."

Then she seemed a little anxious to prove her words, and met Voldemort's eyes: "You can check my memory at any time, my everything is always open to you."

Victoria behaved like a fanatical believer, Voldemort was not unfamiliar with such an expression, most of his disciples had such an expression, fanatical, faithful, and loyal.

The question is why did Victoria do this to him, why did she put all her trust in him to Legilimency?

Voldemort had doubts, but he didn't hesitate to invade the girl's brain.

…

"A **** without a mother!" Lucy approached with a grim smile, Victoria was afraid to make a sound because of fear, and big tears fell rustling.

"Victoria, go back to your room." Anna Moss' indifferent and beautiful face appeared, pinching a bruise on her body without mercy, she still did not dare to make a sound.

…

"I heard that a newly developed evergreen flower has been planted here recently? Although it can keep the flower undefeated, be careful of its leaves." He said inadvertently nine years ago.

…

In the dark night, Victoria picked leaves with trembling hands. She carefully dripped the juice from the mashed leaves into the sleeping potion that Anna would drink every day before she went to bed.

Anna was present when she fell ill, and the indifferent and beautiful woman collapsed instantly, starting a terrible convulsion until she lost consciousness. Lucy was trembling with fear, kneeling beside the fallen Anna, and Victoria was trembling, even crying uncontrollably, her fingers digging **** the carpet, with so many years of hatred and relief that finally came.

…

"Gouging out the bone!" The scene changes to Joshua's study, where he is in a fit of rage, punishing his escaped daughter with the Unforgivable Curse.

"Please, father, please forgive me!" The girl lay curled up on the carpet in pain and kept begging for mercy.

"You are very disobedient, Victoria, and disobedient children must be punished because you belong to your father and you deserve to obey."

…

"Miss Penelope! Do you like apple trees? Do you like flowers, do you like water flow?" The red-haired governess in Victoria's sight was bathed in sunlight and nodded with a smile.

…

"What are you looking for, sir?" Victoria asked, sitting by the fountain, and Voldemort felt in her memory an endless, surging ecstasy, like waves and flames, and he was wrapped in it for a moment. .

Then he heard the voice in her heart: O my Savior, my Messiah.

All cause and effect fall into place.

"Victoria," he heard his own voice say, "look me in the eyes."

The girl looked at him obediently, and she found that there was a red light flashing in his dark eyes, like a distant and never-extinguishing fire in the dark night.

"I need you to do me a favor," Voldemort said slowly, "and then I'll grant whatever you wish."

"Can you tell me about Hogwarts?" Victoria asked.

"Is this your wish?"

"My wish is that you can love me, but love is natural and cannot be forced. So my second wish is to listen to Hogwarts stories." After being severely punished by his father, Victoria never had any further information about the school, including her favorite Miss Penelope, unaware that she had ever loved Hogwarts so much.

But at this moment, she suddenly began to have infinite curiosity about this place, or rather, she was just interested in everything about Voldemort, regretting the time she had missed with him, and being jealous of the people who grew up with him.

"That's a long story," Voldemort stroked her long hair softly, satisfied that she didn't ask too much. "Let's start with the four Hogwarts houses..."

The author has something to say: I also want to be gently held by Voldemort to tell a story QvQ Say, do you want to watch the sideshow from Voldemort's perspective? If you want to watch it, you can add more articles this week