[Main HP Comprehensive British-American] Lolita

"I don't understand," Victoria said bitterly. "We've known each other for such a short period of time, and we've had so few conversations that the situation is so bad that I don't want to face it."

"Because you love me," Voldemort said. "Love is a strange thing."

"Strange? I don't understand it that much. Love is precious, especially to you, sir."

"I don't see any use for love for me."

"It's useless. But you dare not admit that you own it," said Victoria, plucking up her courage. "You made it clear to me, and then for some reason I don't know, but I would like to believe that something you said Words come from the heart."

Voldemort didn't speak, she continued softly, "You said you loved me."

"Since you're sure we love each other, why didn't you agree to my proposal?" Voldemort's tone became frivolous.

Victoria was not offended by the contempt in his tone: "'Since I confirm'? No sir, it's the truth, no matter how much you hide it."

Voldemort was a little irritable, finding that he and Victoria had been arguing about the subject of "love" these days, including before being forced into this fantasy. He didn't quite understand why she was so obsessed with this topic, don't women have anything else to do but wait for "I love you"?

"Whatever you want," he said dryly, then took a step back and turned away.

"You seem to be running away, sir, just to avoid a fact!" Victoria shouted after him.

Victoria and her aunt and uncle left early the next morning. The aunt seemed to see what had happened between her and Voldemort, but she kindly didn't ask a word.

Voldemort decided to give up on Victoria to solve the current predicament. He found out that there was an underground dark magic group in East London, and although he had no hope of finding anything, it was better to have no clues than nothing.

Georgiana rubbed her still awake eyes and watched Voldemort get into the carriage. "Brother, where are you going? You've only been back one night."

"London," Voldemort replied, then motioned for the coachman to go. "Goodbye, Anna."

Georgiana watched the carriage leave, and then murmured something she hadn't had time to tell Voldemort: "Victoria and the others are going to London too..."

Victoria and the others successfully arrived at their uncle and aunt's small apartment in London, Whitechapel in the east. Unlike West London, there are many things here and there, and there are old women in black robes selling strange goods from time to time in the dim alleys.

"My dear lady! Please look at this!" The old woman stretched out her dry hand, almost touching Victoria's nose.

She was startled, took a few steps back, and then saw what was in the old woman's hand, an opal necklace with an ominous aura.

The necklace was wrapped in a thick, stained cloth by the woman, who seemed careful not to let herself touch it.

"Miss," the old woman grinned, showing her yellow teeth, "I know what you are, we are the same."

Victoria already regretted going out for a walk in the evening alone, but at the same time, she also stopped where she was, eager to hear the woman's words.

"What am I?" she asked puzzled.

"Wizard," the old woman shoved close to her ear and shoved the rag around the necklace into her hand, "we all have precious blood on our bodies."

Then, before Victoria could react, the woman had already retreated, and then she faltered in place and disappeared.

Victoria leaned against the wall, trying to keep herself from falling to the ground. She clenched the cloth tightly with trembling hands. A sharp corner of the necklace touched her palm. She woke up a little, stood up straight, and headed home. go.

She decided to act as if nothing had happened.

In fact, nothing happened, I just witnessed a person disappear in place, and Victoria was desperate to find that she might not be able to sleep tonight.

She opened the window, leaned out halfway, and greedily breathed the crisp night air.

The necklace was still lying still on the table, under the thick rag, and Victoria took great care not to touch her, as she had seen the woman do.

At this moment, she heard hurried footsteps, and a man stumbled downstairs in the apartment. He seemed to be avoiding someone.

She felt that the person was very familiar to her, so she didn't even have time to change her nightgown, she put on her coat and planned to go downstairs. When she was about to close the door, she hesitated for a moment, then quickly went back to the room and took the one. Opal necklace.

When she walked up to the man, she knew where the familiarity came from: Voldemort. Only him. ,

"What are you doing here!" she asked anxiously, in a low voice, as Voldemort sat against the wall, his leg seemed to be hurt.

"Just because of bad luck," he said through gritted teeth. He finally found the location of the black magic group, and when he was about to start his inquiry, a group of people from the church rushed in and started arresting everyone present.

Luckily, he escaped, but unfortunately a cultist cut his left leg with a dagger. This group of people is finally using the useless stuff like holy water, he thought sarcastically.

"You can't stay here, we've got to go somewhere hidden." Victoria didn't ask any further questions, she made her decision decisively, and propped Voldemort to her feet, placing one of his arms on hers, and supporting him towards Walk forward slowly.

"If I had magic..." Voldemort's voice was vicious, and Victoria struggled to ignore the word "magic".

They walked slowly to another alley. There was room for two people to hide in the middle of this alley. It was where the nearby residents piled up garbage, but she didn't think Voldemort would dislike it that much now.

When they were very close, there were many people at the front and back of the alley, all of them wearing the black robes of the church, Victoria's heart sank to the bottom.

"Look, we still have a fish that slipped through the net." The leading believer said with a smirk.

"Here! Today is the day you will be judged!" The person beside him also said angrily.

"Gentlemen, I don't know what happened, but I'm sure the person next to me is innocent." Victoria intends to make a last-ditch effort.

"He's been found at a black magic convention, ma'am, and that's enough evidence that he's a heretic," said one of the cultists. "Stop defending him, and you won't be safe."

Then he spat on the ground, "Witch!"

Voldemort had been silent since they appeared, he had lost his magic, his left leg was injured, he was doomed, and Victoria was innocent from the start, but she didn't leave him until this moment.

Victoria watched in horror as the two groups approached, one of her hands tightly clasped with Voldemort's, and in her panic she suddenly remembered what was in her coat pocket.

"We're the same." The old woman's voice was still in her ears, and she stretched out her hand to take out the necklace wrapped in cloth using a large robe as a cover.

Three meters, two meters, one meter.

Just as these people were about to step forward to carry out their so-called trial, Victoria threw the necklace in her hand at them—

The necklace detached from the thick cloth in the air and landed on the naked neck of a certain believer. Then he seemed to be supported by some force, floated into the air and screamed in pain, and then fell heavily back to the ground.

he died.

The stranger was lying on the ground like rags with blood dripping from his nose and mouth.

Everyone was silent for a few seconds, then Victoria heard an angry roar: "You killed my brother!! You witch!!"

The person who made the sound jumped up, and Voldemort recognized him as the one who stabbed his left leg, holding the dagger high in his hand, as if he wanted to tear Victoria to shreds.

Strangely, Voldemort felt this moment as eternity, as if he could not feel his injured left leg, he hugged Victoria, who had been too late to react, with his back facing the furious cultist.

The dagger plunged deep into his body, and Victoria shuddered when she heard his grunt, tears welling in her eyes.

"Don't be afraid," Voldemort said.

She was still crying silently, and Voldemort thought he should say something to comfort the terrified girl, and then he said, "I give up. I love you."

This sentence seems to be some kind of magic spell. As soon as his voice fell, a gust of wind blew up, and the wind gently wrapped the two people who were embracing each other, and then everything around began to blur, and then began to disintegrate, disintegrating like dust. .

They are back.

Neither of them said a word, and kept their hugs. Then Voldemort raised his wand and waved, and a burst of time appeared in the air.

"It seems that the flow of time in the illusion has nothing to do with reality." Voldemort took the initiative to say the first sentence.

Victoria hugged him tightly, as if she thought the person in front of her would disappear if she let go.

"I saved you because I'm pretty sure it won't hurt the real me," he added when the girl didn't speak.

"Lie," Victoria said, and kept dropping kisses on his face.

Voldemort stopped her movement, and the girl stopped, lying back as if she was out of strength.

Victoria's blond hair was scattered on the white blanket, her eyes were wet with innocence, she tilted her head to look at Voldemort, and said inductively, "Do you want me?"

The author has something to say: In fact, going from Longborn to London does not pass through Derbyshire, which is made up by the author. Whitechapel in London is where the Jack the Ripper case took place, but the timeline is not mentioned in the text after Pride and Prejudice.

Voldemort did suspect that what happened in the fantasy world wouldn't affect the real body, but he obviously didn't have time to think about it when he was defending Victoria. As someone who made "Fly From Death" his name, it wasn't easy for him to make a potentially life-threatening sacrifice for Victoria.

The opal necklace here is the one that Draco bought in hp6, I don't know if anyone found it.

ps. If someone skipped the previous chapter, it is recommended to read it. The first half is an important foreshadowing. And the conflict between wizards and Catholics written in this chapter will reappear in the future.