[Main HP Comprehensive British-American] Lolita

Alan Riddle, who turned three years old in July, is rarely taken out of the house and rarely sees his father. He spends more time with his father's pet Nagini, and Miss Snake spends many lonely days with him.

"Tom loves you so much," Nagini always said.

Today was Ellen's lucky day, because he not only met his father, but was also promised to leave the manor, but this permission was only given to him. Allen had to look back regretfully at Nagini.

"Have a nice day!" Nagini said, before the green fire of the fireplace obscured all his vision.

—It was a room with dark green velvet curtains covering the windows, and on a padded seat near the fireplace sat a woman who looked young, with short black hair and a plain, uneasy look. Remember the five senses.

"Ellen." The woman spoke, her voice trembling a little.

Allen glanced at his father, but unfortunately his father just stood by and didn't give him any hints.

"Yes, ma'am?" he answered steadily.

The woman's expression began to change, and she seemed to be holding back some intense and complicated feelings, but she controlled everything well, and she resumed her kind smile.

She stood up, and Alan noticed her hand on the silver necklace around her neck, and she took the necklace off with the star pendant—

The woman's whole body began to change, she became a few years older, her black hair became blond, and her dark pupils began to lighten. Then she squatted down, put her eyes at Alan's level, and opened her arms. : "Come here, my child."

Dolores couldn't wait to hug her little boy, who was almost exactly as she imagined, with Tom's black hair and her gray-green eyes.

Ellen also looked at her eyes that were similar to his, and a guess was set in his mind.

"Mom," he hesitated, then called out. He never met his mother, and his father never answered all his questions about his mother. Sometimes he would silently guess his mother's appearance in his heart. Will she be gentle or cheerful? Will she tell him she loves him, or will she be as silent as her father?

"It's me, Ellen." Then Dolores seemed to want to say something, she opened her mouth, but couldn't make a sound, until Ellen's eyes began to become suspicious.

"...Sorry." She finally said the apology she owed the little boy for a long time.

Voldemort watched this scene silently, and they stood together again after three years.

"It's only a month away from the exam, can you take some moderation?!" Dolores roared at Voldemort.

The man stopped the hand that was taking off her clothes and showed a shameless smile: "I only reviewed for one night when I took the O.W.Ls exam."

"Oh, is it?" She still didn't take her eyes off the note.

"Then I got twelve O's," he said triumphantly. "The examiner even enthusiastically helped me ask the Ministry of Education if I could have grades beyond O's."

"Really?"

The man's hand reached out and snatched the note from her hand, "So I mean, the real me is much better than this."

Then he read out the name on the title page of the notebook with disgust, "Half-Blood Prince, hehe, why do students nowadays always like to give themselves some ridiculous nicknames."

"Don't think I didn't know you called yourself Lord Voldemort in fifth grade," Dolores said blankly, "I can't tell which is more ridiculous to call myself Lord or call myself Prince."

"I can bribe the examiner to fail all subjects."

"That doesn't change the fact that calling yourself Lord is ridiculous."

They stared at each other, neither would budge, and Dolores gave up first.

"Your exams are decades ago!!" she shouted in a broken way, "the textbooks have been updated several times! Who will let you tutor at ease!"

"I'm a professor at the moment, and I will use whatever textbook I want to use."

"No wonder the words in this year's Defence Against the Dark Arts textbook are as outdated as they were decades ago... Give me back your notes! It was lent to me by your future subordinate Snape with great kindness!"

"Mom." The little boy stuck his head out from behind the door, "Can you sleep with me?"

"Ellen, I said you had to knock on the door to enter the parents' bedroom, and mom can only sleep with dad, it's the law," Voldemort said sullenly.

"...there is no such law at all," Dolores said.

"It will be when I become Minister of Magic."

Dolores ignored him, ran to the door, picked up the poor little boy, and strode to his bedroom.

On the night she saw Ellen, she ignored the curfew and went to the headmaster's office. After confessing everything, she asked Dumbledore whether she could leave Hogwarts on weekends to accompany her son who had been separated for many years.

"Of course I'll promise to leave only at night, and my roommate will never find out that I'm not in my bed." She almost raised her fingers to swear.

"Oh, Dolores," Dumbledore rubbed his eyes, "isn't it too inconsiderate for an old man to tell me overnight that Tom is married and has a son?"

"Victoria," she said, "please call me Victoria."

"I just guessed that Tom and you are a couple at first." The white-bearded old man said with a bitter face.

Dolores' application was of course approved, and she was almost regarded as a savior by the excited Dumbledore. The old headmaster behaved as if his middle-aged unmarried son had suddenly brought back a beautiful wife.

"I understand how he feels, after all it's not very common to see an extreme sociopath go down the normal path of getting married and having kids in a lifetime," she told Voldemort.

With the arrival of the summer O.W.Ls as scheduled, the four college tables in the auditorium were quickly removed and replaced with small single-person tables.

Dolores received a gift from Voldemort the day before the exam - a golden apple.

There is also a message from him flying and dancing: I am with you, and the apple tree.

She laughed involuntarily. This might be the best deal she ever made in her life. She exchanged a not-so-sweet apple for everything now.

So it was the examiner and the candidates who were able to see such a scene. Dolores Rogers brought a golden apple to each exam, so that the examiner spent ten minutes more before each exam to check whether it was correct or not. With a cheating spell.

"The real rich Miss Rogers," Sirius jeered at her in the common room, "would take a chunk of gold to her O.W.Ls!"

Two weeks later, Dolores passed all the subjects smoothly, and Potions avoided the tragedy of only passing because of Snape's last mercy.

"I can probably get more than half of the O's, and the rest will probably be E's." She estimated.

"I got twelve O's back then," Voldemort said. "I hope Ellen doesn't inherit her mother's brain."

"Are you sure you want to repeat your twelve O's story every day?"

Voldemort showed a disappointing expression, "You can go back with me directly without taking the train for tomorrow's holiday."

"I'm going back to America," she said with a nasty smirk. "Unlike you, I still have living relatives."

"No, Ellen needs a mother."

"Ellen comes with me."

"Children can't lack fatherly love."

"I see that you have lived well without your father since you were a child."

"So I went down the road of crime," he said earnestly.

"..."

Voldemort stood up and took out his wand. "I'll show you something."

"……I do not want to see."

"Not what you think, Victoria."

He whispered a spell, and an extremely miniature alchemy circle appeared in the center of his office carpet.

"Looks a little familiar."

"Look more closely," Voldemort said in disgust.

"Metatron Cube?!" She jumped up, "This is the alchemy array of ether!"

"Yes, it's exactly the same as the one that Joshua researched," he said. "That's one of the main reasons I came to Hogwarts."

"I thought I was your whole purpose."

"Don't interrupt, do you know where this formation came from?"

"You stole it from my house." She was expressionless.

"..." Voldemort rubbed his brows wearily, "I found this at Hogwarts. I believe in Joshua's secret work, so there is only one possibility left. Someone has studied the ether before, and at least At the same level as us or even higher. But obviously, he failed."

"Why do you think he failed?"

"The entire modern history of the wizarding world will be rewritten if successful. Learn to think, Victoria."

"So what? The reason you showed me this?"

"I have a conjecture that has been in my heart for a long time, but I need you to help me verify it," the man said slowly, "Tell me your wish."

"I'm going back to America for summer vacation."

"...Well that's it. Come a little closer."

She walked towards the alchemy array. The shape of the array was still familiar. The complicated magic pattern wrapped a suspended cube. It was composed of four basic elements, and it surpassed them, becoming the perfect fifth element, the incarnation of ether.

That strange feeling came again, as if controlled by some kind of force, her fingertips unconsciously touched the Metatron cube.

"I knew that you were the key." Voldemort's ecstatic voice seemed to come from far away, and the next second, she found herself standing in New York, where there were many high-rise buildings.

But unlike the New York in her memory, in addition to more high-rise buildings, there are countless strange spaceships bombarding the ground in the air.

Suddenly, a red shadow flew over and stopped beside her. Only then did she see clearly that the red shadow was a pair of flying armor.

When will Muggles be able to fly, she looked at the armor curiously, and at this moment the head of the armor opened, she and the people in the armor shouted at the same time——

"Howard?!"

"Who are you?"

The author has something to say: this chapter is getting more and more enjoyable, and the next chapter will start a copy of Marvel.

And opened a tutor bg, female votes 270, the style of painting is different from this one, there is no abuse, and the whole process is light and happy. I put a chapter for trial reading, and when this one is over, I will go to that one.