[Main HP Comprehensive British-American] Lolita
: ☆Chapter 17
Jane was the first to notice that Victoria was different.
She found that Victoria, who usually got up early to read by the window, was still sitting in bed in a daze, while Kitty, who woke up the latest, was already sitting at the dining table for breakfast.
"Victoria," Jane decided to ask why, "are you not feeling well? Or what happened?"
The girl being questioned turned her neck blankly, opened her mouth, as if she was about to say something, and fell back in discouragement, lying on the soft quilt.
"Nothing," Victoria said.
Last night, she was angry and heartbroken, and really didn't want to stay any longer, so she found an excuse for her body to not heal and went home early. Of course she cried a lot when she got back to her room, but before her parents and sisters returned, she unknowingly fell asleep while sobbing.
When Jane asked her, she realized that what happened last night was so absurd that she didn't even know how to tell it. What to say? The man who had been talking for half an hour suddenly proposed to her, and she even wanted to agree? That man suddenly changed his mind and made her feel humiliated?
Victoria tried to let go of all her emotions and prejudices and carefully recalled what had happened.
Voldemort in the moonlight was sincere and warm, cold and elusive, fascinated and fascinated.
Just when she buried herself under the covers and planned to stay up all day, Mrs. Bennett screamed excitedly from downstairs: "Mr. Voldemort is visiting!"
Voldemort stood blankly in the Bennett's living room, waiting for his master to clean up and go downstairs. His early morning visit was so sudden that the family was unprepared.
He hardly slept all night. He has been trying the magic spell non-stop since he got his memory back yesterday, and unfortunately found that he may have lost his magic power. Optimistically, it might just be because of being trapped in this world, but it still makes him furious.
There was no magic, no followers, and he couldn't even confirm whether being injured or dying here would affect who he really was.
Voldemort realized the safest thing to do was to keep playing the **** Muggle and tie Victoria to his side to figure out what was going on.
The reason for straying into this world is mostly Victoria. He has to get close to him, but now Victoria estimates that when she sees him approaching, she can't help but spit at him; even if she forgives everything, two people who have never met before suddenly and intimately leave. Coming together still raises everyone's doubts.
So he came up with a brilliant idea: marriage.
That's why he hurried to Bennett's house early in the morning, he wanted to marry Victoria as soon as possible.
Mrs. Bennett rushed in first, and sat down with unconcealed delight. Then came Mr. Bennett, with no emotion on his face, and Voldemort subconsciously used Legilimency before accepting yet another magical failure.
Still expressionless, he nodded slightly to greet Mr. Bennett: "Good morning, Mr. Bennett."
Thanks to the indifference of the original owner, he hardly had to pretend any kind expression.
Victoria's sisters came in and sat down one after another, and Voldemort noticed that there was no Victoria among them.
He was about to ask, but found Mrs. Bennett staring at him, as if waiting for her to speak.
"Good morning, everyone," he said.
The girls greeted each other in turn, and Mrs. Bennett added: "Victoria is ill again and resting. Do you know Victoria? She is my second daughter."
Voldemort was pleased to hear that Mrs. Bennett had brought the subject to Victoria, who must have heard the rumor that he had only danced with her all night yesterday.
"Is she okay?" He showed moderate anxiety and annoyance, "I shouldn't insist on inviting her for a walk yesterday, how cold the wind is at night!"
"She's fine, thank you for your concern." Mr. Bennett, who had been silent all the time, responded abruptly.
Mrs. Bennett's focus was clearly different, she almost screamed: "Did you go for a walk yesterday? Just the two of you, Mr. Voldemort?"
"Yes, ma'am," he replied, then turning to Mr. Bennett, "I'm here for this, sir, may I talk?"
Mr. Bennett led him into the study, where Mrs. Bennett's high voice came from time to time: "Mr. Voldemort is absolutely in love with Victoria! Walk! Two! Evening!"
Mr. Bennett cleared his throat in embarrassment, while Voldemort pretended not to hear anything and cut to the chase: "Sir, I'm here to ask your permission to marry me Victoria."
"Oh," Mr. Bennett's mouth widened before he let out a sigh of surprise, "Mr. Voldemort, this is really... beyond my expectations."
"It's no surprise that Victoria is so special and beautiful."
"But no one ever wanted to marry her the day after knowing her," Mr. Bennett laughed at Voldemort's compliments on his daughter, and pinpointed the unnaturalness of the whole thing. "You ask Have you had Victoria's opinion?"
"I proposed to her last night, but she didn't give me an answer." His head dropped slightly.
"Then there's nothing I can do," said Mr. Bennett seriously. "Even if I were her father, I couldn't force her to marry someone she didn't like."
Voldemort was a little disappointed to find that Mr. Bennett was not as easy to fool as his wife, so he said again: "You should also know that I have the ability to give her a good life and even help her sisters."
He was alluding to the fact that the Bennett family had no heirs, and that if Mr. Bennett died, his daughters would not be able to inherit even a small piece of the estate.
"If I understand you correctly," said Mr. Bennett slowly, "you're saying that Victoria's marriage to you will benefit everyone, even if she's not happy?"
"You can understand that, sir," said Voldemort, impatient with the Muggle, "but I don't think Victoria is unhappy."
Things slid in an unexpected direction again, and Mr. Bennett's face flashed with anger: "You know what, sir? I see nothing but arrogance in you, not the slightest love for Victoria. I'm poor and poor after I die, and I won't let someone who doesn't respect her be her husband!"
"No offense, but I think you'd better not be sentimental. Maybe your daughter doesn't want to be poor."
Mr. Bennett was completely incensed by the remark, and the man in front of him was talking about Victoria as if he were talking about a tradable item. He tried his best to keep his voice down, but his tone was still fierce: "Please go back! Obviously you have absolutely no idea why a father can't sell his daughter for money."
Voldemort was kicked out of the Bennett's house a little embarrassed, and he was a little annoyed at his performance. After all, the word dormancy has been away from him for a long time, and he is no longer the boy who waited two years for a treasure.
He glanced back at the Bennett's house, and then his mood fell to the bottom—
Victoria was wearing a nightgown with a cashmere shawl over it. She was smiling gleefully by the window and making a mouth shape. If he read it correctly, the word should be:
"Asshole."
"Are you really sure you're going to London for so long?" Mrs. Bennett asked worriedly. Victoria's spirit has been bad since she fell into the water. It happened that her brother came to visit her, so Victoria proposed to talk to her uncle. A request to go to London with my aunt.
"Don't worry, Mom," she said.
In the third month of Mr. Bingley's stay at Netherfield Gardens, he finally plucked up the courage to propose to Jane. Perhaps their successful engagement was also due to their own credit, Victoria thought to herself, thinking that Voldemort, who was not optimistic about Bentley and Jane at first, returned to Pemberley on the third day in dismay because of her. Without his intervention, these two young men and women It's progressing rapidly almost every day.
This happy event was kept on the lips of Mrs. Bennett from morning till night, and it was mainly Victoria who was affected, because at the same time the last thing between her and Voldemort would be brought up, and her mother's tone would be quick Switch from beaming to regret and unwillingness.
At least one pair of lovebirds came to the end, and she reassured herself that Jane was a good girl, and she matched the good Bentley. Jane also offered to accompany her on this trip to London, not caring that she had to start preparing for the wedding.
The aunt and uncle didn't know the absurd thing about Voldemort, and Victoria jumped into the carriage almost briskly, keeping Mrs Bennett out, preparing for a life where she wouldn't hear the name every day.
The author has something to say: I don't know if it's because the last chapter was too self-inflicted, I started to write. .
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