[Main HP Comprehensive British-American] Lolita

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"Find out that you can't use magic?" Lucy giggled. "Just a little absinthe."

"Where's my dad?" Victoria ignored her defiant words.

"Where is my dad?" Lucy learned her tone and shook her head triumphantly. "When did you start caring about him? I remember you hated him to the point where you wanted to destroy him from the inside out."

"Where is he?"

"Shh," Lucy put her index finger to her lips, "don't worry, your dear father is still alive, although he may not be in such a happy mood."

"Did you kill Anna?" she continued.

"Me?" Lucy laughed sarcastically, then approached her and looked her in the eyes, "It's you, Victoria, you let her lose her health and let her be tortured into a lunatic by self-esteem, and I, Just let her get rid of it sooner.

"Do you know my life, Victoria? Do you know how I grew up humble, miserable, and undignified? No, you don't know at all, because you're busy seducing...an old enough to be you Father's man. But does he really save you from fire and water as you wish? I don't think so. As long as he is willing to give you a little warmth, you won't run home for a letter. After all, you once That's how you want to get out of here, isn't it?"

Victoria didn't speak, her teeth were closed, but her eyes showed no sign of weakness.

"It doesn't matter if you don't speak, there is always something to break the silence," Lucy said softly, and then raised a huge smile: "Like the pain of truth."

She walked briskly to the other room, and after a while her voice came: "Ta-dah! A surprise!"

The corner of the wheelchair came into Victoria's line of sight, and Lucy slowly pushed it into the room, and then she was able to meet her long-lost father, who was in a wheelchair, humiliated by a Squib without resistance.

"You found out." Victoria understood the whole story in an instant. Lucy finally found out what she had done to Anna, and used the same method to take revenge on Joshua.

"'I heard that a newly developed evergreen flower has been planted here recently? Although it can keep the flower undefeated, be careful of its leaves'", Lucy read out this sentence according to Voldemort's tone in her memory , "Do you want to know what Joshua Stark looked like when he was poisoned?

"Karen! Karen!" she vividly imitated Joshua's cry when he was suffocated and delirious, "that's pathetic," she stroked his face, "we used to think he couldn't beat it, who? You know, it only took a few leaves."

"How did you find out?"

"You should be able to guess, after all, you've bumped into so many times," she looked down at the father and daughter, "but you let me go, I know what you're thinking, because I'm just an unknown father Poor girl, you have some sympathy for me, so you acquiesced to me reading in the study to pass the time. You should not give me a chance to learn about any magic. This is your biggest problem, Victoria, you are too weak. You should have done it in the first place Be thorough, after all, the dead will never come back for your revenge."

"I don't think Squibs can learn any magic," she scoffed.

Lucy's hand was on her shoulder, and she whispered like a snake: "Guess."

As she approached, Victoria smelled the strong smell of potion on her body, "Salamander blood and mandala, you have used forbidden drugs."

Lucy smiled smugly, "Miss Penelope taught you very well, and her luck is also good. You arranged to leave this place before I started."

"This is suicide, take this potion and you will die," she said almost sympathetically.

And this kind of pity also successfully angered Lucy: "Ha! Stop being hypocritical! Have pity on me? You might as well worry about yourself. Do you know how Anna died? Because I forcibly extracted her memory, she was originally Almost crazy, she died after I took the memory—"

She showed a mixture of ecstasy and sadness, "She died just in time, giving me plenty of time to bring Joshua down. It's actually not that hard to poison him, he's too conceited to pay attention. to what some humble servant did.

"Your father could have escaped, but he was completely overwhelmed by something - gave up any struggle and became what he is now," Lucy added triumphantly.

Victoria looked at Joshua who was motionless, his eyes were out of focus and blank, and he was sitting in a shabby wheelchair like an old big baby.

"And what hit him? It's about you. I just said it. Don't pity me. You are the most sympathetic one."

Lucy went to the table, picked up a few letters, and read aloud: "Victoria gave birth without a hitch. I did all the tests and it turned out that he was just an ordinary, ordinary boy with nothing out of the ordinary. The experiment failed completely."

She paused deliberately, her tone slow and vicious, "From Lord Voldemort. Your trusted, beloved husband."

within reason. Victoria closed her eyes wearily. Tom was never a good person. She wanted to use him to escape Joshua's control, so she had to be prepared to be used by him too. But even though she had vaguely anticipated all this, at the moment when the truth was revealed, the huge sadness still hit her heart like a stinger.

"You were aware of this, the experiment they were talking about, but you didn't think about yourself. So a key question, why your child is the subject of the experiment, what is so special about your blood? where?

"—this is about to come to another truth, which will make your identity even more pitiful. I figured out how you poisoned her through Anna's memory, and I was lucky enough to learn about this covert method. But of course I'm more than Looking at her memory alone, the truth is like a puzzle, and you have to find all the pieces to get the complete pattern.

"You thought Karen Lestrange was your mother, did you? He didn't even deny it when you questioned Joshua, but no, she wasn't your mother, she was your life sacrifice. Even Joshua doesn't count as your father either.

"Victoria Stark, you have no parents, you were born because of an alchemical miracle, no one has ever really created life before, although such a huge success is due to Karen's willing sacrifice."

Lucy shook the stationery in her hand, "Obviously your dear husband guessed this from the beginning. He was very smart and even conducted another experiment without your knowledge."

She looked at Victoria's tearful eyes with satisfaction, the once noble lady was finally trampled on the soles of her feet and could no longer turn over.

"Actually, we are sisters. After all, you used Karen's blood. And my biological father is Rudolph Lestrange."

"What?" Victoria shouted in shock, her voice hoarse from the crying just now.

"Unlike his good and pure cousin Karen, Rudolph Lestrange was a shameful rapist," Lucy said, still grim, as if telling a story that had nothing to do with her, "he deceived My mother and abandoned her for being a Squib. Ana tried to keep it a secret for him at first, only to find out she was pregnant a few months later. She confessed everything to Joshua and she begged Her master can help. Joshua has also given conditions, not to name the child's father to anyone. You selfish and cold-blooded pure blood, never forget to cover up scandals for each other at all times."

"As for Anna's harshness towards you," Lucy shook her head, "that's also Joshua's order, it's part of the experiment, he really expects pain and despair to make you show something extraordinary, as the master of the ether. Absolute power. But you are a failure, and even if you succeeded in executing your revenge, not in the way he hoped."

"If my pain made you happy, you did," Victoria whispered, "but I don't see any reason why you should be happy, and you're an irrelevant pawn, even if you know everything before me. The truth of the truth will not change your sad character. You are dying, Lucy, you have made a deal with the **** of death, you have obtained magic that was never yours, and your life will decline."

"And you will die in front of me and become my sacrificial burial." Lucy's face flashed a nervous twitch, crazy and gloomy, "My life has long been ruined by you, my unmasked father. , you, Anna, Joshua," she spat at the man, "but we're going to die together, master and servant, high and low, and in the end we'll all be dust, no one will remember who we are, no People will know our story."

Victoria looked at the crazy Lucy and thought, this is about it, she never believed in fate, but she was very calm at this moment. She was fortunate that she chose not to ask Voldemort for help before entering the door. She felt relieved. From the layers of love and hate, longing and loss, she finally reached the end.

How sad, she spent her whole life wanting to be loved, but until now she finds that she has never been loved by anyone.