[Main HP Comprehensive British-American] Lolita

Dolores wrapped his invisibility cloak a bit, making sure every part of himself was well hidden and took the first step.

This was not the way she had expected to visit. She was familiar with the house because she had spent two unforgettable years here; she had thought she would never return here.

And now, her eyes moved from the fire to the half-closed door. There was a little scratch on the door, the result of one of their quarrels, and she refused to magically fix it, even when it was finally reconciled.

Dolores' heart that had been shaken by that password was chilled by this scratch.

She once thought that there was a love story between them, even though there were turbulent undercurrents in the calm, conspiracy and schemes coexisted with it. Later, some tragedies made her completely sober. This was never a love story. The love of only one party can never be counted as love.

In the illusion created by the alchemy formation, she set up two locks, and their keys were both a confession, one used to unlock his memory, and the other took them home. With a bit of luck, she thought that those who could escape from the illusion must be in love with each other. After all, apart from true love, who could force Voldemort, who has memory, to say "I love you"?

It's a pity that she was too young and short-sighted at the time. She never thought about why she could touch the Metatron cube without being burned by the ether, nor did she think that Voldemort, who seemed to be entangled by herself, was really interested in everything. Know nothing?

"Yes, Lord, I'll pay attention." Footsteps sounded, and a humble male voice came through the crack of the door.

She quietly opened the door a little wider and walked out of the living room. At the end of the corridor stood a man with pale blond hair who was gently closing the door of the study.

Lucius Malfoy.

It seemed that Voldemort had some more instructions for his subordinates tonight. She never liked these purebloods, much like her father, and Joshua hated them, thinking they were just a bunch of worms in the shadow of their ancestors.

But there are often outliers among these hedonists. Lucius Malfoy is one of them. Although he is young, he is already a shrewd speculator in the eyes of people, even a few years after graduation. The dead father made more than half of his squandered fortune.

This was not her purpose, Dolores shook his head, dispelling all the messy memories, and walked up the stairs lightly.

Every corner of the handrail of the stairs is carved with a lotus flower, which is something of Indian Buddhism and represents the origin and truth of the world. Voldemort isn't religious, he doesn't even believe in Merlin, but he loves everything the creator of religion has.

Finally, she slowly approached the room, which was on the right hand side of the stairs, so that the young boy could quickly run down the stairs to find his loving parents after the nightmare.

But she never knew if the little boy had had nightmares or even took care of him herself. She traveled far away in fear and grief, and in a sense she abandoned the child.

Dolores opened the door, and the walls of the room were as blue as he remembered. Because she loves the ocean, she also hopes that Ellen can see the ocean every day.

The boy was fast asleep in his cot, she had only seen him as a baby, he was much taller now, but still looked so fragile and soft.

Dolores almost burst into tears. She really wanted to hug him, tell him bedtime stories, discover all the wonderful and incredible things in the world with him.

"Nice to see you again, Ellen," she whispered, sitting cross-legged on the rug, "you're the cutest little boy in the world, and mother still wants to read to you even when you're asleep. A bedtime story, that's an old one, that existed before Hogwarts--

"Once upon a time, there were three brothers who were walking on a lonely path at dusk. They came to a river, and the water was very fast and difficult to pass. But because they had learned magic, they waved their wands and built a bridge..."

On the other side of the door, the man stood in the hallway without lights and listened to her telling the story. His hand was in the air, as if he wanted to push the door open, but in the end his arm dropped and he turned and walked into the darkness inside.

Dolores remained in a good mood until the next morning, although last night's success led her to suspect that she might have accidentally ingested the phlegm.

She is still working on the review program with Angela and Edwin, who has already started preparing for N.E.W.Ts as a sixth grader.

"What's wrong with you?" She looked up at the two people who were particularly listless today.

"Do you remember that piece of news you tore up? The one the Minister of Magic is visiting Hogwarts?" Edwin asked.

"so what?"

"My mother and the current minister, Mrs Millison Barnold, are close friends," he said tactfully.

"And this time, Mrs. Vanessa is likely to be on the visitor list." Angela added.

"You haven't told her you're engaged yet?" Dolores looked at Edwin in disbelief. "Could it be that you want to run away?"

"Of course not. Even if she elopes to the end of the world, she will be caught." Edwin laughed to himself, "I will solve this matter, don't worry." He took Angela's hand and gently kissed.

Dolores stopped talking interestingly. She gradually understood the boundaries of conversation between friends, and she was not willing to lose another friend because of a slip of the tongue.

Edwin and Angela are a wonderful couple and she wishes them all the best.

She was going to go to Voldemort and confess everything after finishing the O.W.Ls.

And now, she has seen the little boy, he seems to be doing well, healthy and strong, so there is nothing to worry about her to interrupt the review. Howard would be especially pleased to see her like this, which is what he hoped, she was really experiencing everything she had been missing as a student, including the not-so-fun life of exams.

Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long. When she just sat down in the common room and wanted to revise the paper to be handed in tomorrow, Lily rushed over anxiously.

"Dolores! I'm looking for you everywhere!" She stopped in front of her breathlessly.

"No, Lily, I don't want to listen to anything. It's very close to bedtime now. Nothing can disturb me to revise my paper."

"It's Sev!... Sev doesn't listen to me at all, and insists on following Potter and the others tonight! I'm afraid that something will happen to him, can you come and see with me?"

Dolores suddenly recalled their argument in the hallway the other day, Sirius' last words: "We have a big plan for this Friday night! Do you know the beating willow—"

Sirius of course knew she wouldn't be interested, but his real intention was to get Snape to hear. Will this be an elaborate prank against him?

She sighed and put the paper back in her schoolbag, "I'll go take a look, you go back to the dormitory to rest first."

"No," Lily insisted, "I can't let you go alone."

"Don't worry, I've got Potter's Invisibility Cloak, and if you go and find Snape there's three of them, I can't make sure it covers us all."

Lily seemed convinced, but she insisted on waiting in the common room.

Hogwarts, which had passed curfew, was empty, and Dolores left the castle and walked towards the Forbidden Forest.

The beating willow was on the edge of the forbidden forest. I heard that it only appeared a few years ago. The students thought that Feiliqi planted it in order to prevent people from entering the forbidden forest.

The figure of Snape also appeared in her field of vision, and the other group was the four boys he was following.

She took off the Invisibility Cloak and hid it in the wide school uniform pocket, and stepped forward to pat Snape on the shoulder.

Snape almost jumped in fright, but refrained from making a sound for the boys in front of him to spot him, then turned around and glared at her when he realized it was Dolores.

"Hi, good evening." She greeted in a low voice.

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