[Main HP Comprehensive British-American] Lolita

"My real thoughts are regrets for indulging you." There was a hint of impatience on Voldemort's face. "I went through your age too, and you wanted to behave differently, didn't you? Rebellious, questioning the rules, being a maverick, But I tell you, none of this will do you any good."

"I'm going to admire you for being able to act like a good gentleman so naturally," Victoria said, "but I'm also telling you, maybe you don't even realize that you've done so much extra stuff. , is it just because I want to use me to get the core of my father's research? This is a simple Imperius Curse for you to solve."

"You spend so much time with me. Tell me stories, correspond with me, even take me out at the risk of being discovered by my father, just because—"

She stood on tiptoe and pressed close to his ear: "You want me."

Voldemort didn't push her away immediately, and even hugged her back affectionately, but his tone remained calm: "Victoria, stop your stupid behavior before my patience runs out."

Victoria giggled, "Don't be stupid, I know what kind of person you are. Actually, you don't care about getting into a relationship with your friend's daughter at all. You just don't want to deal with the trouble later."

"I never thought of it that way. I don't know what makes you think I'm as rebellious as you are, blind to the rules of the world—"

"Don't try to define me," she interrupted. "Of course I'm not like you. You flout the rules because you want to be the one who sets them, you rebel because you're dissatisfied with power being divided up. You Worse than me."

A crack finally appeared in Voldemort's face, and Victoria continued: "You want to be strong and perfect, to be one, to be power itself. It's so sad, Tom, I've only seen a greedy, insatiable little boy."

Her hand attached to the place of his heart: "You are so much older than me, but there is still an angry little boy living here."

"What do you want?" Voldemort said after a moment of silence. He has to send this stupid girl away. Without any coercion and death, the best solution must be to satisfy her and give her what she wants.

"I said, I want you." Disappointed to find Voldemort wasn't irritated by her, Victoria sat down on the edge of the balcony and played with her hair.

Voldemort saw this and said amusedly, "Look at yourself, you're still a kid."

Victory jumped up like he was stinged when he heard this sentence, and pushed him heavily, "I'm not a child!"

They had moved to the corner of the balcony, where Victoria was standing where the railing and the wall joined, Voldemort propping his hands on the wall behind her, almost completely surrounding her.

"Only children get angry so easily," Voldemort said.

"What about you? You dare to think of a child's virginity. You want to do something with her, don't you?"

"I do not."

"If you don't tell the truth, I'm going to tell my father that Tom Riddle violated me shamelessly." Victoria smugly.

"You know what, Victoria? Without your father, a disobedient child like you would have died under a curse," Voldemort threatened.

"Ha! Tom, you see, that's what you are," whispered Victoria, "but because I like you, your evil is heartbreakingly beautiful to me."

"I don't want to talk about me anymore."

"Then I want a kiss, a kiss between lovers, and I'll go back with you."

Voldemort leaned over and kissed her lips as soon as she finished speaking, as if losing all patience and wishing she could stop all her strange behavior.

Just as he was about to end the perfunctory kiss, Victoria stretched her arms around his neck, the soft kiss turned violent, and she bit his lip hard until he was willing to entangle her tongue.

The surrounding clothes and temples disappeared. They quickly pulled away and turned into blurred patches of color. He could only smell the fragrance of Victoria, which was rich and attractive, surrounding him. The aroma seemed to be the embodiment of all joy, reminding him of the moment when he was eleven when he learned that he was a wizard, the moment when he got his first faithful servant... the moment when he kissed Victoria.

Intense, irresistible, hurtful, yet ecstatic—it's a lover's kiss.

"So, what are you thinking now, Tom? What do you want for the real one? Tell me." Victoria's voice was soft and seductive, her breath on his neck, awakening something deep inside him. eager.

"I want to be your master," he said slowly. "I want you to submit to me, and I want your unparalleled loyalty."

"Come on. Enter me, possess me, mark me." Her tone quickened, "I'm yours."

Just when Victoria thought she was about to succeed, the patio door was violently pushed open, and Lestrange, who had just spoken to them, rushed in: "Lord Voldemort! Please..."

Then when he saw that his master was kissing with the little Stark girl, his throat stopped talking like something was strangled.

Voldemort's expression snapped back to clarity, as if the intense kiss had never happened, and he took a step back, away from Victoria.

"What's the matter?" he said unpleasantly.

Lestrange's face flushed, fingers trembling down his throat.

Voldemort raised his hand to release the silencing spell he had just subconsciously thrown, and Lestrange took a few hard breaths before saying, "Malfoy's new head of the house asks you to meet him."

"Lucius? What is he doing in such a hurry? Tell him I have plans," he replied impatiently.

"Yes, my lord," Lestrange said respectfully, finally finishing his breath. Then he found that he was being stared at by two eyes, and realized that he was really disturbing something, so he left quickly.

Victoria watched the fat and weak figure go away, then turned to Voldemort and said, "Why are you so far away from me?"

"It's time for you to go home." Voldemort remained where he was.

Victoria took the initiative to step forward, and they returned to the ambiguous distance just now: "Are you scared, Voldemort?"

It was the first time she had called the name, with a sharp taunt.

"I do not."

"Yeah you have, you find it's out of control and you want to quit the game," Victoria said aggressively. "It's a pity no one can quit."

Voldemort laughed instead. "You're right, Victoria, I should have placed the Imperius Curse on you from the start."

"Coward." Her voice was very small, paused for a few seconds, and then loudly shouted: "Coward!"

"I'm not a coward."

"Then prove it to me." She breathed quickly.

"I don't need to prove myself to anyone," Voldemort said proudly, looking down at the girl, as if deciding she had lost the game.

The girl stared at his face, unable to see any warmth. She lowered her head humbly, pressed her chest against his chest, grabbed his robe tightly, and asked in a trembling voice, "How can you love me?"

"Bring me the Alchemy Array in three days." Voldemort was unmoved, looked at her fragile appearance indifferently, and gave the order.

They were still meeting in the laboratory, and the alchemists had taken it upon themselves to ignore the extra little girl, who had been cursed by Voldemort not to say a word about Victoria.

Victoria was visibly wilted today, and she gently placed a roll of parchment in front of Voldemort: "This is what you asked for. I'm leaving."

After speaking, he turned to leave, but was held down by a pale and cold hand: "Wait until I finish checking before leaving."

Victoria turned back quickly as if insulted: "Do you think I'm going to lie to you?"

"It's always good to be cautious."

He immediately dispelled all the researchers, emptied the room of redundant formations, and began to draw a brand new alchemy formation according to Victoria's drawings.

"What is this for?" Victoria, who was standing silently on the side, suddenly asked.

Voldemort was not frightened by the sudden sound, and still held his wand steadily in his hand: "An unfinished formation, originally designed as a device to control the ether, but now it can only absorb energy," he paused After a moment, "but that's enough."

His wand drew a spherical dodecahedron in the air: "Tales believed that everything in the universe was made up of the basic element water."

Then he drew a regular octahedron: "Anaximander believed that the fundamental element could not be water, but some indefinite infinite matter. It was the element of air."

Then came the sharp tetrahedron: "And Heraclitus believed that all things are born of fire."

Cube out of plane: "Empedocles combined all the statements and added the element of earth."

Finally, a perfect dodecahedron appeared in the wave of the wand, and Voldemort still explained softly: "The fifth element, the ether."

These five geometric shapes overlap to form a whole new cube, this time, not Voldemort but Victoria: "The Metatron Cube."

There was admiration in her voice, as if fascinated by the supreme manifestation of this Creator.

"Balance and perfection," Voldemort added smugly, not seeing her strange.

Victoria's eyes couldn't move away from the alchemy array suspended in the air and the slowly rotating Metatron cube in its center, she walked towards it step by step—

"Victoria! No!" Voldemort yelled in panic, trying to stop her from touching the alchemy circle directly.

It's a pity that Victoria's hand has passed through the surrounding spells and symbols, holding the central cube firmly.

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