[Main HP Comprehensive British-American] Lolita

"What do you need me to help you with?"

This was their third date in the secret lab, Victoria asked.

Dating, of course, was Victoria's word, and Voldemort saw it as play with the little girl he had flattered for three years with the old woman for Hufflepuff's gold cup, not to mention just telling stories to little girls. Slytherin never lacks patience.

Hearing Victoria finally ask her question, Voldemort smiled calmly. "I need you to write down an alchemy circle."

He tapped Victoria's head with his index finger, "Record it here, bring it to me."

"What alchemy circle? I don't have such a thing at home." Victoria said with a confused expression.

"Your house? I didn't say where it was." Voldemort looked at her calmly. "You know where it is, right?"

Seeing that she was easily defeated, Victoria quickly changed her sweet smile: "I see, I'll write it down and draw it for you."

Voldemort's face was close to Victoria's face, the girl's face was soft and warm, and the man's face was cold and hard, so Victoria shuddered subconsciously, just when Voldemort thought she would stay away from him, she was hugged tightly by the girl without defense live.

Their faces, which had only been touching lightly, were now pressed together tightly. Voldemort wanted to push her away, but felt that the little girl was soft and soft like a rare dream. While he was still in a trance, Victoria Ask him, "Have you been this cold all the time?"

Without waiting for him to answer, she continued, "If you feel cold, hold me tight."

They began to communicate without interruption, Victoria vaguely sensed the importance of the alchemy circle, and began to ask for a lot of things recklessly, and Voldemort, as she expected, was almost responsive - although his attitude was not gentle.

"July 11, Lucy clumsily messed up my bookshelf again today, I hate Squibs."

"Miss Penelope seems to be in a new relationship, and I think she'll leave me soon and never come to the manor again. The only thing that won't leave me is an apple tree."

"Your last letter asked me why we don't have house-elves but a bunch of squibs. I don't know, I've never seen such creatures in my house."

"September 5th, it rained today, and it became colder in the manor, but the room was very warm, only the glass was cold, just like my father's heart."

"But it doesn't matter. I can imagine myself as the girl in the Muggle storybook who was locked up on the tower. Will you come and rescue me?"

Voldemort's reply this time was a little more than his usual brief, perfunctory greeting: "Towers are not difficult for wizards."

"I knew you would come!"

Victoria ran down the stairs excitedly, and Voldemort could hear her thumping down the stairs as she sat in the parlour on the first floor.

The open door was violently pushed open, and the girl rushed in and rushed at Voldemort, almost pressing her body on him like a puppy who only saw its owner come home.

He had come to fetch Victoria to a banquet. Unlike the kind Joshua usually allowed her to attend, this was a feast for adults. After mentioning it in her reply, Victoria kept begging him to take her to see the experience, even though he made an exception to reply a letter of more than two lines to repeat her father's warning and the terrible consequences of being discovered by Joshua .

Yet he still came today, no matter how many rejections he had said before. Victoria wisely gave him a quick kiss on the lips without asking why.

"It's a reward." She laughed.

Joshua Stark disappeared again unexpectedly. Victoria had grown accustomed to her father's sudden disappearance, and he had been obsessed with his so-called research for so long that she had been able to take care of herself well enough.

Based on her past experience, Joshua won't show up again for at least three months, and she must have Riddle within that time as soon as possible.

Voldemort looked at Victoria without restraint. His gentle gentleman's style had long been abandoned by him because it was useless. This girl obviously didn't eat hard.

She was still wearing a mature, revealing dress and age-inappropriate makeup, as she was at the fountain a few months ago. It was probably some way of expressing herself that she loved, to tell everyone about her fearless rebellious spirit, and wonder how Joshua thought his daughter would do what he ordered in this situation.

"And you, Lucy, are not allowed to tell my father a word. If I find out, you will know the consequences." Victoria said sternly to the maid beside her as if she had changed abruptly.

Lucy nodded docilely, she hadn't looked up since she entered the room, and Voldemort remembered the maid Victoria had dragged her away so hard when she was five, which was probably why she snapped at the servants in the manor.

Then she reverted to her sweetness, hugging Voldemort's arm tightly. "Let's go, Tom."

Voldemort was right, it was a full grown party, or a grown man's, and she hadn't even seen a decent girl. Victoria looked at the champagne tower as tall as Voldemort, and the almost naked women beside the men in expensive wizard robes.

Alcohol and sex, ha, grown-up paradise. Victoria looked at Voldemort mockingly: "Do you come here often?"

"Of course not, I've never liked things that could get me out of control," Voldemort said, still looking straight ahead, showing no emotion.

"No," Victoria let go of his arm and walked up to him, wagging her fingers at him, "you have to get used to the thing that gets you out of control, and of course the only one, guess what?"

Voldemort smiled, still cold and didn't answer.

"Look who this is! Lord Voldemort!" A fat wizard came over next to him. The woman he was carrying was wearing only underwear that could cover her private parts, her face was flushed, and her legs were rubbing suggestively. he.

The fat wizard glanced at Victoria, presumably thinking she was a prostitute bought by Voldemort—she was too young, but she had a skilled grown-up smile on her face.

"Lestrange." Voldemort nodded.

Realizing that he didn't seem to be introducing her at all, Victoria realized his intentions and why he didn't say anything about her inappropriate dress.

He wanted to mislead others into thinking she was just a normal **** partner in the first place, so that Joshua Stark wouldn't be furious to learn in the gossip that his fifteen-year-old daughter was taken by his partner. A dirty party.

"Mr. Lestrange? I heard my father talk about you, I'm Victoria Stark." Of course Victoria wouldn't accept Voldemort's arrangement, so she took the initiative to introduce herself.

Lestrange opened his mouth wide and asked incredulously, "Stark?"

Joshua Stark and his only daughter have always been strange beings in high circles, they never attended a party so much that many people have never seen Victoria.

Voldemort gave Victoria a disapproving look, then said to Lestrange in a threatening tone, "I don't think you saw anything today."

Immediately he took Victoria's hand, and inertia caused her to fall into Voldemort's arms, his hands tightly clasping her shoulders as he strode toward the open-air balcony on one side.

She's had a lot of intimate moves with him, but apparently she's always been the active side. This was the first time Voldemort had held her in his arms, his body was solid and hard, so his arms were never a comfortable place, but Victoria's heart almost stopped the second she was surrounded by him.

How lowly this love is, Victoria thought to herself, but this self-pity was instantly washed away by joy.

After vigorously opening the door to the terrace, Voldemort regretted it almost immediately, obviously it was not a good idea to watch a pair of thrill-seeking men and women with Victoria, but they also didn't watch the scene for a long time, the woman immediately because Someone entered the balcony and screamed, and the half-naked man saw Voldemort's face and immediately took his lover and fled elsewhere.

"I thought he'd get more excited when he saw you," Victoria said. "It seems your face clearly doesn't interest him."

"I'm starting to regret bringing you here, it's not something a serious girl should know."

"Serious girl," Victoria imitated his tone, "if you really think so, why did you tell me in the letter that this banquet exists?"

She turned around lightly and faced his expressionless face: "You are far from being so innocent. On the contrary, you have been inducing me to appear here."

Voldemort laughed. "Why would I do this to a little girl who hasn't grown up yet."

"Ask yourself." She tapped his fingers lightly on his chest.

Apparently Voldemort wasn't going to be intimidated by a child's trick, "I'll send you home now, and I promise, I'll never bring it up in front of you again."

"Stop your elders, Tom!" she said. "Say what you really think."

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