[Main HP Comprehensive British-American] Lolita

"So, what's the matter with you?" Dolores came to the agreed corridor five minutes in advance, and found that the four boys seemed to be paying particular attention to this matter and had already stood here neatly.

"Go ahead and talk about it." Sirius grabbed the schoolbag on the ground with one hand and threw it on his shoulder casually, meeting James Potter's eyes.

James immediately understood, and walked back and forth three times in front of the tapestry quickly, meditating something in his mouth, and a wooden door appeared on the originally blank wall.

Seeing the boys' pretended to be mysterious expressions, Dolores tried to make a sincere look of surprise, but failed. It's all Tom Riddle's fault for spoiling all the secrets he's found in the castle when she's never been to Hogwarts.

It seems that he doesn't have to be afraid of no successor for this fanatical spirit of exploration, she thought when she looked at the four excited faces in front of her.

"A room upon request!" Sirius, barely able to maintain his usual cool boy image, whispered, making a "please" gesture.

Dolores didn't ask any more questions, she opened the door and walked in, and the boy behind her followed her into the room that appeared out of thin air.

The room is very large, the walls are covered with thick cushions, the carpet is also soft, there is no table, and there are a few huge **** of wool where people can sit and rest. Dolores tried to sit down, still very comfortable Soft, like everything else in this room.

When everyone was very uncool and deeply immersed in the yarn balls, she asked again: "What's the matter?"

James, who was half lying in the pink yarn ball, glanced at the black yarn ball next to him: "Sirius."

Sirius sat up from his comfort. "First of all, we must make an unbreakable oath. We must ensure that this matter will not be leaked."

Dolores almost laughed angrily: "Have you ever understood what an unbreakable oath is? I won't make such a thing easily. Besides, my curiosity is not serious enough that I would rather send one first and possibly kill me. My oath is only to know the secrets of a few teenage boys."

"Miss Rogers, please don't be angry, this secret is about me, they just want to protect me." Lupin's guilt and embarrassed voice sounded.

"Forget it," Dolores waved his hand, although Lupin could only see a hand sticking out from a pile of white wool and waving, "you tell me what exactly you want me to help first. Is it alright to be busy, there will be no trust among the classmates, right?"

"I said no, but Sirius has to use the Unbreakable Curse," James said. "Dolores is a Gryffindor after all!"

"Sirius Black, I thought we were friends." She pretended to be angry, but the smile in her tone still revealed some real emotions.

"Sirius thinks you have something to do with Voldemort," Peter added quietly, "he thinks—"

"I want to ask you to teach us Animagus." Sirius quickly interrupted Peter before he could finish speaking, the tips of his ears turning red from embarrassment.

Animagus? Dolores is devastated to find that they seem to have taken her earlier story seriously: she claims to have learned Animagos at the age of thirteen with the help of her father, and that her Animagos form is a Mammoth.

"You..." Dolores said guiltily, "Didn't you always believe what I said?"

"But no one's going to make up an illegal Animagus in public unless they want to go on vacation to Azkaban," Lupin said. "All Animagus have to go to the Ministry of Magic to register, don't they?"

"Although we looked up what a mammoth was and was confused that you could transform into it," James said.

"After all, it died out as a non-magical creature more than 4,000 years ago," Sirius continued. "We can only think of this as an atavistic phenomenon."

It's still Tom Riddle's fault. It is because he has stayed with this anti-social personality for a long time that his legal awareness is too weak, and he makes up random things without knowing that Animagus needs to be registered.

("Master, are you all right?" Lucius asked cautiously after Voldemort sneezed for a second time at the Death Eater meeting.)

"Can I ask why you want to learn Animagus?" If you don't learn it, you won't die, then don't learn it. Why didn't I see you being so focused in potions class.

"We'll tell you if you're willing to make an unbreakable oath," Sirius said lazily.

"If you don't want to say it, I don't plan to help you." Dolores also said in his tone.

"As long as you are willing to guide us, I can lend you my invisibility cloak." James showed a painful expression.

The Potter family's ancestral invisibility cloak is very famous. It is different from the general magic defense products for sale. It is rumored that it is a real gift from the **** of death.

Dolores was moved. She didn't know how magical this invisibility cloak could be, but it must be better than the Disillusionment Charm. After all, Potter and the others were never caught every night. sharp.

"I thought that with your ego, you would think that you can successfully transform yourself."

"If you've seen a few failed cases, you wouldn't want to read Animagos yourself," James said bitterly, "although one of us can already—"

"So, Invisibility Cloak, change your guidance, okay?" Lupin interrupted.

"You haven't said how long you will borrow it."

"A week," James said.

"One month." Dolores raised the price.

"Deal." He gritted his teeth.

"Then we'll see you next week." Dolores hurriedly stood up, said goodbye to them and left.

She was going to ask Voldemort for advice. This is almost the only option, only he will not make a fuss to scold her for being reckless, nor give an example of how many patients fail to practice Animagus privately every year in St. Mungo's (this scene she imagined Professor McGonagall s face). If she could have gone to Slughorn a few months ago, it's a pity that the little old man would have thought she didn't exist in the near future because of her indiscretion.

She now even regrets why she agreed because of the temptation of the Invisibility Cloak. This is too dangerous. She is not qualified to be their teacher at all. There may be a serious and irreversible magical accident.

The scene of Sirius chasing after her with a pair of cat ears that could never be eliminated suddenly appeared in Dolores' mind, and he couldn't help laughing out loud.

She knocked on Voldemort's office door for a while, but no one opened it. The Medusa relief adorning the door makes a "sizzling" sound.

"Don't say it, I don't understand." She complained.

Suddenly, Dolores recalled that she did seem to speak a snake tongue, and that sentence meant exactly—open.

She tried her best to recall, and then with a low, hoarse sound that seemed to be exhaling, the door swung open.

The serpent language was of course taught by Voldemort herself, who had lived with her father after her escape from him until the birth of the little boy.

"Tom! Why can't I come into your study?" she lost her temper.

"Of course you can, aren't you standing here right now?" Voldemort looked up from the pile of papers.

"I meant when you weren't there." She turned from anger to grievance, her mouth bent down, as if she was about to cry.

She was sixteen at the time, and was horrified to find that she had been a mother for three months. Voldemort had a great tolerance for her unstable emotions, and she was so moved that she didn't think he might just be there for the child's safety.

"Because you're not Parseltongue," Voldemort suppressed his impatience and took her in his arms, "but that's okay, I can teach you how to say it so you can get into any room here you want. already."

Unsurprisingly, there was no one in the office, which was why she dared to use snake language.

Dolores looked around the room slowly. It was still the same as the last time she came in. She walked over to Voldemort's desk, but unexpectedly found a picture frame that was upside down on the desk.

She wanted to reach for it, as if she realized something, her hand stopped in mid-air, retracted it, and put it on the silver star chain that had been hanging around her neck.

Dolores closed her eyes and held the dim silver star pendant, her body began to rise, her hair began to lighten, she opened her eyes, the black pupils were gone, replaced by a pair of green eyes .

She was fifteen-year-old Dolores Rogers.

She was nineteen-year-old Victoria Stark.

After doing all this, Dolores couldn't wait to pick up the frame. The frame is very ordinary, not even any precious metal, but plain wood, with a picture of a child and a big snake.

The little boy's features are very similar to Voldemort's, with a shirt over a sweater vest, little shorts and stockings, and a burning fire in the background. He seemed very shy and didn't dare to smile in front of the camera, but just kept looking around, occasionally stroking the snake's head gently.

"Hi Ellen," Dolores whispered, holding the frame fascinated, "I'm mom."

At the same time, the little boy in the photo suddenly raised his little hand and laughed happily.

The author has something to say: why everyone is so surprised by having children Kill each other XD

And everyone should know that Howard is Iron Man's father, right?

ps I don't know if you can get some of the laughs in the text. When I wrote the Hogwarts part, I thought it was funny and laughed for a long time, or my laughs were too low. .