[Main HP Comprehensive British-American] Lolita

"Crack." Another glass smashed to the ground, and Voldemort glanced up from the newspaper at the angry girl, who hadn't even realized that it was her favorite set of crystal glasses that had been smashed.

When he waited for the third crisp sound, he unfolded the newspaper and said lazily: "What's the matter, Victoria?"

The girl put the fourth crystal cup held high in her hand back on the table, sat down heavily, and announced the news in her coldest voice: "We're done, Tom."

"I'm amazed, even if you say that every few days," he replied deadpan, "but out of courtesy, I'm going to ask, what happened?"

"Ha," she sneered, her shoulders shaking slightly, "since you don't care, don't pretend to be polite."

Voldemort finally put the newspaper down, he glanced at the untouched breakfast in front of Victoria, and gently persuaded: "I sent him away to take better care of you."

"Really? What a good husband, and this year's Merlin medal is probably yours."

"I know what's best for you. I'm older than you."

Victoria glanced at him, then turned her head in a certain direction, her long hair covering her expression, "What about my choice?"

"What?" He didn't hear her murmur.

"What about my choice, Tom? In fact, there is no difference between you and Joshua. You are both stubborn, conceited, and indifferent to others. You have never given me the right to choose. You forbid me to go out and control my social life, including this The birth of the child, I have no doubt that he was not an accident. My father was right from the beginning, you have something for me, but what exactly do you want from me? It is not enough to get all my trust and love Satisfied?" She leaned back weakly in her chair, half sighing half murmured, "I'm so sorry."

"What did you say?" Voldemort stood up, walked up to her, pinched her chin and tried to force her to meet his eyes.

So he finally saw Victoria's face, which was covered with tears, and her cry was so repressed that he was a little overwhelmed for a while.

Victoria should always be enthusiastic.

If someone had said to him two years ago that you were going to fall in love with someone, that you would be a couple, and even have a son, he would have probably just killed the person outright. Because this prophecy is absurd, ridiculous, and full of irony.

Then he met Victoria Stark. The love from this child was as intense as a summer shower, and a loud tremor could be heard as it hit the ground. Such a self-destructive love reminded him of his mother, who died young, when she was still a young girl. Did she also give such a fiery love to that Muggle man?

He was not good enough, and has been proving his nobility, while Victoria was born a proud daughter, but tried to do everything that was not noble and decent enough. He had many times delusional that she had coincided with him, as noble and as despicable.

So he fell uncontrollably infatuated with her.

"I'm sorry," Voldemort backed off, perhaps because of her unnatural tears, "from now on you can come and go wherever you want, and I won't care who you meet, even Ellen, in a few days. You'll see him."

"It's too late," she whispered. "It's too late, Tom Riddle. You're going to lose me."

"I'll pretend I didn't hear what you just said," he threatened.

"Then I'll say it again. Even if you give an apology that you feel is timely, I'll leave you. But Tom, don't blame anyone, it's all your fault, you ruined this love with your selfishness."

"If your love is so fickle, then I'm glad I ruined it." He shot back cruelly, "But stop being so naive, do you think you can really leave me?"

"I'll go to my father, he won't let you do this to me again."

"Joshua? Are you serious? The Joshua who watched you get bullied by the Squib? The Joshua who put the Cruciatus on you? Get it right, Victoria, you have nowhere to go, At least I have food and a bed here."

"Food? Bed? That's what you've been thinking all along. I'm just a stupid pet, and even happily ran into the trap myself."

Voldemort was irritable, and he felt like everything went back to the time when Victoria pressed him if he loved her. He never knew love or how to love someone, but he knew he hated losing control.

"That's it for today, I don't want to waste time arguing with you, and come back to me when you recover your senses." He tidied up his robes and walked to the study.

"Where are you going?!" Victoria was so enraged by his departure that she almost jumped up from her chair, grabbed him quickly, and prevented him from leaving the room, "You don't want to go anywhere today, until you Show enough respect for me."

She couldn't take it anymore. I don't want to pretend that I don't want anything but Voldemort, and continue to stay obediently in this hellish place.

She didn't escape from one shackle to get into another. These days she thinks very clearly that what she really wants is a free life, not such a morbid love.

Voldemort stopped, neither turning nor speaking.

Victoria almost lost her mind because of his contemptuous silence, and all the humiliation she had received from this man poured into it, "I'm your wife! I'm an independent person, not anything you put on the shelf. Collection on the top!"

"Victoria, I warn you again," his voice was cold and soft, wrapped around her neck like a snake, "I don't want to talk to a lunatic."

She subconsciously let go of the hand holding his robe because of fear, and then smiled to herself, "That's why you don't tell anyone about my existence, isn't it? Because you don't treat me as an equal at all. I'm no longer a little girl, Tom, I'm no longer the little girl you made me cry the day before and can get candy the next day. I thought it would be fine if you would let me be by your side, I started to yearn for your love, and now I'm still not satisfied, I want your respect, I want a normal life."

"This is, normal life!" He turned sharply, with anger, "and we are already husband and wife legally, and I didn't hide this relationship from anyone."

"But no one took the initiative to tell anyone, did you? Think about your pathetic, timid subordinates. Do you expect them to have the courage to ask if you have a wife?"

"I'm here to protect your name! Did you know it's going to be a scandal for a lifetime?"

"Your reputation!" she shot back. "I know exactly what you're up to. You didn't create this powerful, unblemished Voldemort to do nothing."

"Enough," he pinched the bridge of his nose wearily, "I've already given you what you want, why are you still angry?"

"These are my rights, including where to go, who to see, and the ability to see my children, but you deprived them and now give them back to me, do you want me to be grateful?

"Also, I haven't heard from my father for too long, and I have every reason to suspect that it's all because of you, so I went to your study," she held up her right hand, which had been behind her back, holding the With a letter, "You really shouldn't be teaching me snake tongue. So now, tell me, do you still feel like you're talking to a lunatic?"

Voldemort smiled, his face even grim. "Very good, so what do you want?"

"My father said he was very ill and I was going to see him."

"Dolores?" She heard someone shouting in her drowsiness, but it wasn't her name. Her name was Victoria, and her father had regarded her as a 'victory', so he gave her that name.

"Professor Voldemort! Lo seems to have a fever!"

"I'll take a look," a low male voice said, touching her forehead with his hand, "you need to go to the medical wing, Miss Rogers."

She felt that the man's hand was so cool, as if it immediately relieved the burning sensation on her head, and she couldn't help but hold down the hand that was about to leave.

"What do you want, Miss Rogers?"

"My father said he was very ill and I was going to see him." She couldn't help but murmur.

The other party seemed to be silent for a while, and then replied, "Okay, when you recover, let's go see him together."

The author has something to say: Most of Voldemort's excessive words in this chapter are not intentional, he doesn't care much about a person, and only threatens her with malicious words when he finds out that Victoria is leaving him, trying to scare her It is another form of cuteness to dare not go far again, but if you don't say something, the other party will never understand it.

Now that he understands this truth, it will get better and better

And Victoria should be evolved from Victory