[Main HP Comprehensive British-American] Lolita

"You didn't invite me, sir," Victoria said, her waist wrapped around Voldemort's arms, one of which was tightly clasped by him. Her tone was not friendly, and the inexplicable goodwill just now was wiped out by his aloof posture.

"Do I need it?" Voldemort replied.

"You seem overconfident."

"I own almost the whole of Derbyshire, Miss Bennett, and if you'll excuse my humility, I think I'm pretty good looking."

Victoria laughed sarcastically: "Are you reminding me that, as the daughter of a squire, it's best to be responsive to your natural noble and unparalleled handsomeness?"

"I never said that," Voldemort said, wrapping his arms around Victoria in a circle to the rhythm of the song.

"But you only made me feel your arrogance."

"That's because you're biased against me."

Victoria looked up at the man who had begun to make his own decisions at the first meeting. Even the dim light could not hide his godlike face. The dim yellow light softened his pale and clean face, and his wealthy net worth. , it was hard for her to imagine that the man in front of her still hadn't stepped into the marriage.

"Your reckless behavior leaves me clueless, sir, and that's why I'm wary of you."

Voldemort also looked down at her at this time, just in time to meet her inquiring eyes, "Then allow me to reintroduce myself, miss, my name is Voldemort, and I live at Pemberley Manor-may I call you Victoria?"

"Please, I think I can't stop you even if I refuse."

At this time, the dance music entered its final climax. He almost manipulated her, taking one step to the left, two steps back, then forward, and then backward. The distance between them widened and then narrowed, distanced and then close, and then distanced from each other again.

When the last syllable sounded, Voldemort's arms pulled Victoria, who was a few steps away, closer, and she also fell back in tacit understanding, leaning half of her body in his arms, completing the final dance.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Voldemort." Victoria stood up again, then quickly broke free of his arm and strode out the door.

The cold, humid air of the night woke Victoria a little, and the strong emotions she had felt from Voldemort just now seemed to dissipate a little.

The development of things was not right, and it was obviously out of her control. The gentleman she had known for less than half an hour moved her so much that she even had the illusion that she loved him deeply.

The sound of branches being smashed came from behind Victoria, and then a male voice sounded: "Do you want to leave after only one dance?"

Voldemort.

She turned to look at him, his face soaked in the white moonlight like a perfect marble sculpture from a master.

At the same time Voldemort was looking at her, her blond hair was almost silver in the moonlight, and he felt in a trance that he had seen Victoria like this, the same loneliness, the same fragility, the same...beautiful.

"Have we ever met?" Victoria finally couldn't help but ask this question.

"I'm pretty sure not," Voldemort took a step forward, cupping her cheek almost rudely, and Victoria didn't fight back, "but you seem to have a special attraction to me. Are you a witch, Victoria?"

"what?"

"You cast a spell on me—" Then he leaned over and kissed the girl, the words vanishing between his lips.

Victoria wanted to push him away angrily, but her reason disappeared at the moment of being kissed, and she couldn't help wrapping her arms around his neck.

Victoria's response allowed Voldemort to deepen the kiss, biting her lip softly, prying her clenched teeth apart and sucking her tongue.

They kissed violently, as if they were attacking each other, but also as if they were deeply in love, and the chaotic breaths intertwined, making Victoria's illusion that this cold night warmed up.

Finally, they ended the kiss, but still hugged, and Voldemort said, "That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever done."

Victoria didn't speak, her chest heaved slightly, and her breathing was obviously a little short.

"But it's also the best thing I've ever done," Voldemort said suddenly, letting go of the arms that held her, then dropped to one knee, took her right hand, and kissed the back of it softly: "Victoria Bennett Miss Te, are you willing to be my wife?"

"What did you say?" Victoria's voice was hoarse and unbelievable.

"Please forgive my recklessness, and please believe in my sincerity. I love you. From the first time I saw you, I couldn't take my eyes off of you," the corners of his lips twitched slightly, "I am with you. I want to kiss you when I dance. You love me too, don't you?"

"I never said I love you." Victoria didn't fully react, but subconsciously shot back.

"You don't need to say it, I can feel it, from that kiss."

Voldemort's expression and voice were so demagogic, and Victoria hadn't even broken free from the sweetness of the kiss just now. She looked at the man on one knee, and her heart began to shake like never before.

Is this correct? Does this make sense? But as long as she thinks that she will spend her life with the man in front of her, she can't help but want to give a positive answer.

"This is crazy..." she murmured, before asking again, "Do you really love me?"

Voldemort had an expression of impending doom.

"I love you, Victoria."

However, something unexpected happened again. Just as he finished speaking and Victoria was about to give the answer, a lot of memories, orphanage, magic, Hogwarts, death-eating, were suddenly packed into his mind. Disciple...Victoria Stark!

Like a treasure chest finding the right key, like a complex mystery meeting the final answer, the gears and the gears are perfectly meshed together——

He remembered it all!

Voldemort stood up almost in horror, staggering back a few steps.

Victoria's affirmative answer swallowed after seeing the other party's abnormal reaction.

Voldemort's hands were shaking slightly in shock. He never thought he would be planted in a fantasy created by a little girl. He has always deceived others, and no one has successfully deceived him.

But he quickly stood still and regained his composure, his expression even a little grim: "Don't make trouble, Victoria, get rid of the illusion."

He decided to forget the stupid confession and marriage proposal just now.

Victoria still couldn't react. She didn't quite understand why the man who had been affectionate and sweet just now suddenly ordered her coldly. Her mood fell back to reality from the erratic cloud. She was wrong, it was still a cold night, never warm.

"What illusion?" she said sternly. "Mr. Voldemort, if you think I'm a good prankster, please stop when you're done enjoying my ugliness."

Voldemort stared at her suspiciously, as if to determine whether she was lying or really lost her memory.

Victoria felt the grievances surged into her heart after he looked at him without restraint, her eyes were slightly red, but she stopped her tears out of self-esteem.

"Sorry I'm leaving," she said in a hoarse voice, turning to leave the place quickly.

"Wait!" Voldemort reached out and grabbed her arm, finally believing that she had lost her memory, "I apologize for what I did just now, my proposal is still valid."

Victoria wiped away her tears forcefully, and shook his hand savagely, with humiliation in her tone: "Really? But I'll never be your wife either."

Then turned around and walked away.

The author has something to say: This chapter is sweet and heartbreaking. I can't wait to send it out as soon as I finish it.