[Main HP Comprehensive British-American] Lolita

Perhaps it was because he was unable to fall asleep last night, and Dolores rarely overslept. She rushed into the auditorium to grab a piece of bread and left, but was caught by the headline of the Daily Prophet on Angela's table.

"- 'Did Dumbledore lead the wolf into the house'? 'Good and evil, the Dark Lord or the Savior'?" she whispered, reading the bolded text, "Wow, I didn't know our new professor had a bad reputation. so."

"Very controversial, yes," Angela corrected her, "but charming at the same time."

"Do you know that your expression now looks like you've drank a love potion by mistake?"

"I was restrained enough that the Hufflepuffs had a Voldemort back up in just one night," she said. "I think there must be a secret organization in the Hufflepuffs running such a thing, they pretty much own the world. Support for everything, even Slughorn's!"

"Then have you managed to get in?"

"No." Angela turned her head angrily.

"Oh," Dolores said in surprise, "I thought you'd be the first to join."

"I tried it, but their support club has always only accepted people from this academy, and the information is kept secret from other academies," Angela lowered her voice and said with a mysterious expression: "I even suspect that there is a circulation inside them. Leghorn's **** photo."

Dolores successfully choked on pumpkin juice.

It just so happened that the first class was the Potions class, and Dolores couldn't stop his sympathetic eyes from resting on Slughorn. The innocent little old man had no idea that some group of his students were delusional about taking his chastity. , she thought regretfully.

"Your eyes are about to strip Slughorn off," Angela told her after class.

"Have you ever thought that maybe he hides a fiery and empty soul under his seemingly bulky body, waiting for someone to fill it up?"

"Do you have any dissatisfaction with Professor Slughorn?" Snape on the side couldn't help asking, "Did you hold grudges until now after he stopped taking care of you?"

"I'm just quoting the slogan of the Hufflepuff Slug Support Club," Dolores defended himself, "if there could only be one tolerant person in the world, it would be me, and you, Sneeze. Pu, will be too careful not to be allowed to compete for this spot."

"And Miss Rogers said so much just to hide her morbid concern about some old fat professor."

"Well, Mr. Snape's humor is enough to feed the entire media industry."

Dolores Rogers was one of Slughorn's darlings until the Christmas break, before Voldemort taught, but the title came and went so quickly that she's still the subject of much discussion—about how Annoying a kind old man like Slughorn. I heard that someone bet three Galleons that Dolores accidentally discovered that Slughorn still likes pink bubble baths, and it goes without saying that the rumor must have come from Hufflepuff.

It all started one day when she came downstairs from the observatory and came across a Ravenclaw she didn't know was handing Snape a roll of letters **** in green silk.

"So you and Lily were invited?" Dolores said through gritted teeth.

"Yes, but the nasty Potter and Black have also received invitations." This explained the reason for Snape's gloomy face. "You don't have to be sad, and Miss Brown, who is about your level, has not been invited."

Did she bear any resemblance to Angela Brown, she glared at Snape.

Hogwarts' Potions Professor, Horace Slughorn, was a famous speculator, as well as the "Slug Club" he organized, since Dolores knew that Tom Riddle also Being a member of the club automatically equates it to Oxford's infamous Bullington Club.

—But that's not the reason why she didn't receive the invitation, even the second-year Potter and his friends got the chance to enter.

"Severus, I need you to help me get in." Dolores took Snape's hand, his eyes full of anticipation.

"Okay, okay," Snape muttered, seemingly uncomfortable with Dolores' closeness to him, "Lily won't agree to be my girlfriend anyway."

The activities of the Slug Club were mainly small gatherings that Slughorn held regularly, giving club members a chance to meet each other, while also giving Slughorn the opportunity to win over outstanding students. For example, the owner of Honey Duke used to be a member of the club, and since then, the regular gatherings of the club have appeared the pineapple preserves specially provided by Honey Duke.

Dolores' knowledge of the club comes mainly from the occasional oral accounts of Voldemort, who had been under the supervision of a governess at home, and these little stories about Hogwarts told by Voldemort were her first impressions of the school.

"And what about the secret room? Where is the secret room?"

"It's time for bed, Victoria." Voldemort remembered looking normal, perhaps a little helpless, with the flickering fire of the fireplace in his black eyes.

Tom Riddle could make anyone like him if he wanted to. Dolores remembered what his father had mentioned about Dumbledore's assessment of Voldemort, that the white-bearded old wizard had never been so right.

Dolores wore a new dress to the Slug Club party, with a beautiful fishtail-shaped back hem that swayed gently with every step she took. This expensive dress was one of the gifts Howard sent from time to time. In order to make Snape in a second-hand robe feel better, she also spelled his robe to be smooth and neat before entering the door, and successfully collected it. To Snape's eyes as if about to kill.

But all was well, she thought happily, that she could finally see for herself what the Slug Club was like. After she entered school, she went to almost every place that Voldemort had talked about, such as the observatory at night, the dark Forbidden Forest, the Room of Requirement with the dwarf ballet tapestries, and there was nothing she could do except the secret room and the Slytherin cellar. , and the last one left is the slug club party.

Dolores could see another tick on her Hogwarts wish list.

There were not many people in the room when they entered, and Slughorn saw them stiffly holding hands at a glance.

"Young Mr. Snape, and his beautiful companion," Slughorn called loudly. "Come this way, please."

Dolores thought of his unremarkable appearance, and then looked at Slughorn's sincere expression, and felt that Voldemort's flattery must have been inspired by his potions teacher.

But the looks are one thing, the jewelry she wears is another.

Sure enough, Slughorn asked, "Would you like to introduce your girlfriend, Mr. Snape?"

"Dolores Rogers, Professor," Dolores answered first. Perhaps he really acted too inconspicuously, and Slughorn, who had taught him for half a year, still didn't know her name.

Slughorn nodded. "Don't know who Mr. and Mrs. Rogers are?" His eyes stopped on the headband on her head, the end of which hung down beside her ear and was studded with fine yellow diamonds. , like stars on the black satin; and around her neck was a heart-shaped dark blue diamond, not that Slughorn had not seen blue diamonds, but he had never seen such a large and complete one. Blue diamonds, he estimates that there are only a few of them in the world.

"My parents died, so I moved to America to live with my uncle," Dolores added, seeing the doubt in Slughorn's eyes, "My uncle was an arms dealer, you may know him, It's Howard Stark."

"Stark? The British magic world once had the Stark family, but..." He pondered for a while, "They shouldn't matter. As far as I know, the last descendant of Stark disappeared two years ago."

The Starks, as Slughorn called them, were once one of the most prestigious purebloods in the wizarding world, rivaled only by the wealth of the Malfoys at their peak. And the glorious end of all this was one night two years ago, after the old Stark died of illness, his only daughter-Victoria Stark, together with the huge manor, disappeared into the sea of ​​fire.

There are various theories about the cause of Victoria Stark's death. Some people say it was suicide, while others support conspiracy theories such as homicide, but more people believe that this is a predetermined fate and that it is Merlin's last guide to this ancient family.

"I think so, because my uncle is a pure Muggle," Dolores said, laughing, "but sometimes he's clever enough to make me think he's magical."

Dolores was so confident that the wealth she displayed would be enough to make her a regular at these kinds of parties, and Slughorn would not let a student from a prominent family go, just as he never let a talent go. Like a bright student, even though this student is still broke.

She looked at Snape beside her. He was a good example. Although he was a poor half-blood, he could also be appreciated for his outstanding talent in potions. Slughorn did have an eye for it, and during his tenure he unearthed many buried talents, including many current Ministry officials. Of course, his most proud disciple should be Tom Riddle, but unfortunately he can't show off a word.

"Hey! Snotling! Bring your girlfriend to the party!" A familiar voice came from behind - Potter and Black arrived.

"I'm not his girlfriend, Snape's girlfriend is Lily Evans." Dolores said solemnly, delighted to find that both boys were breathless, and only Sirius Black remained the same. Standing there lazily.

"It's not true, James, don't trust this witch," Black said.

"But, but..." Potter looked very panicked, and Dolores was satisfied to see that Snape had put on a mean and smug expression, as if what she had just said was the truth.

"You have to trust me, Jaime, Gryffindor never lies." Dolores' expression was righteous enough to pass an interview with the Order of the Phoenix, if the Order had such a thing, "I can also tell you a secret. Snape moved Lily with his moving singing, and I heard that Dumbledore's Fox was too ashamed to sing that day."

Snape glared at her immediately.

Potter still looked suspicious. Blake couldn't bear to listen any more. His friends were all good, but it was too easy to be foolish when it came to Lily.

"Let's go," Dolores stepped forward and took Blake's arm, "leave the time to this rival in love, maybe a miracle will happen, and the angel of friendship will finally come to them."

Well, Blake was much taller than Snape to her satisfaction. What a beautiful night.

They walked all the way out of the party room and into the dimly lit corridor. Blake seemed to wonder what they were doing, but he was too embarrassed to ask out of his pride.

"Let's be friends, Sirius."

"do not want."

"Okay," Dolores said regretfully, "then let's be classmates who are a bit close but not so close, the kind that greets each other when they meet."

"…All right."

"Then if I wanted to ask you a harmless question, would you refuse, classmate Black?"

"…what is the problem?"

"Have you seen Voldemort at your house?"

Black's expression went blank, and then an angry expression appeared: "What do you think our family is, the Death Eater Base Camp?!"

"Well, I'm sorry," Dolores apologized insincerely, "so you really don't have any news about what's going on with Voldemort?"

Black looked even more irritable: "Do all the dark wizards have to make a pilgrimage to my house every month?!"

Then he pulled Dolores' arm away and walked away without looking back.

"How irritable," Dolores muttered.

She asked Voldemort to try to get some information about her little boy. The Slytherin children were too smart, especially Lucius Malfoy. When it came to the rebellious eldest son of the Black family, after all, he was assigned to Gryffindor, and it was easier to be brave and simple.

It must be because of Blake's rebellious adolescence, so irritable if you ask, young man these days. Dolores firmly believes that it must not be his "art of speaking" fault.

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