[Main HP Comprehensive British-American] Lolita

The author has something to say: The last chapter and this chapter mainly tell the story of the heroine in school before V joined the school to teach. I hope you can understand this timeline and return to the normal timeline in the next chapter.

Dolores lost interest after attending a few slug club parties, especially after Slughorn mentioned that her uncle was an American arms magnate, and she even had a suitor or two, of course. She didn't believe their so-called love at first sight rhetoric. After Dolores went to great lengths to get rid of them, she sadly found that her reputation for eccentric nonchalance at Hogwarts had grown even stronger.

Lily was concerned, but she was distracted by an equally unflattering Snape. Angela didn't react, just comforted her a few words not to take the rumors to heart. She had recently fallen in love with a sixth-grade Ravenclaw and seemed to have been dating for a while, and Angela confidently deduced that Edwin Plimell was about to make a formal request to her.

"Rogers, can you please stop pestering me." Sirius Black said with a sullen face.

"I want to be friends with you."

"You've managed to trick James into letting him sing 'Hot Pot of Love' to Lily."

"Thank you, you're welcome," Dolores said humbly.

"So can you stop ending. OK. me?!"

Dolores blinked innocently, "I just love Quidditch."

Their ill-fated first friendship didn't make Dolores give up entirely, and she began to follow Blake from time to time, expressing her willingness to befriend him. She and Black have had countless chance encounters on the Quidditch pitch ever since she discovered that he wouldn't miss every Quidditch session with James Potter.

Mr. Snape, or the biggest winner, encouraged: "I saw Blake lose a lap today."

The laughter and cheers from the Gryffindor team on the broom could be heard in his ears. Following the wind's path, Dolores could smell the fragrance of the grass. Probably Mrs. Hodge was weeding the field today.

"I said I really don't know if Voldemort has been to my house." The teenager sitting next to her was still frowning.

"Shh," Dolores raised his index finger to cover his mouth. "Look carefully."

"Don't act like you really like Quidditch!!"

"No, I'm letting you watch the sunset."

The young man looked in the direction of the sun. It had disappeared for the most part, and the rest was hanging on the Forbidden Forest. The color was orange-red, giving the illusion that it was hot but not scalded. There was some kind of wonderful floral scent in the passing wind, which he guessed might come from Professor Sprout's greenhouse, where James and his teammates got off their brooms and gathered in a corner of the court as if to discuss tactics.

"Hogwarts at this time always reminds me of the first time I drank Butterbeer."

Sirius couldn't help asking, "Do you like Hogwarts very much?"

"Yes, very much," she replied calmly.

"Uh, I like it here too, at least better than the Black family." Sirius didn't seem to be good at facing such warm situations.

"But one day you'll miss the Blacks. I too had a stubborn, powerful father who died and I always think of him. - May I call you Sirius?"

"Okay, Do, Dolores." Sirius seemed to bite his tongue when he called her name.

"I won't ask you about Voldemort again." Dolores stood up from the stands, brushing the dust that wasn't there on his robes, "If anyone at your age asks me about my father's doings , I'd be as angry as you. Goodbye Sirius."

"Goodbye," Sirius whispered.

Dolores decided that this was the last time she attended the club, and after losing her suitors, she became the party's wallflower, and the only thing that pleased her was that she at least looked better. money.

Slughorn announced the end of the banquet as it approached the door, and the crowd dispersed, like the end of every reunion, until he found that there was one girl left in the room, and this girl seemed to be too. No intention of leaving.

"Dolores?" Slughorn called her name in confusion.

"Professor, I have some questions, I don't know if you can answer them."

Slughorn suddenly lost his mind. Dolores' expression coincided with that of one of his former students, but he quickly regained his senses and laughed at himself secretly. How could there be any connection between the two?

"You're not Ravenclaw, Dolores," he said with the lighthearted tone of a happy party.

"But I'm curious, and my most learned friend has never heard of it, and I don't think it's difficult for you, so you see, I'm standing here waiting for your explanation."

Slughorn laughed knowingly. "You're probably going to be disappointed. I'm not going to teach you anything against school rules."

"It doesn't even have a hair removal spell evil, Professor," Dolores took a step forward, and if she could see her face this time, she would be surprised to see how similar she was to Riddle when he was trying to deceive people:" Do you know, ether, this thing?"

Slughorn seemed to notice it too. There was a hint of panic in his eyes. At the same time, he couldn't help recalling a conversation many years ago. The boy's tone was exactly the same as the American girl in front of him. Those words seemed to never be recalled. It sounded in his ear as if it were fading: "Have you heard of Horcrux?"

"No, I've never heard of it." Slughorn calmed down and replied, without even knowing whether he was responding to Dolores or giving another conversation to his memory ending.

ether? "

"Yes, it's ether."

Victoria's eyes widened in surprise: "I thought as a pure-blood supporter you would disdain Muggle physics."

"You know physics?" Voldemort raised his eyebrows. "It looks like your tutor brought you quite a few Muggle books."

She turned her head uneasily.

"Aether was originally born as a philosophical concept, described as a dark red flowing substance." Voldemort paused, as if to create suspense, then slowed down: "Dark red, philosophy, you think what?"

Victoria held her breath, the answer was ready to come out—

"The Sage's Stone."

"Is this what you and your father are working on? Sounds about the same as Nicola Lemay's rock." Joshua Stark, her father, is best known for his research Obsessed, the only reputation he can match is probably his ruthlessness with only daughters, Victoria thought sarcastically.

"The stone that Lemay has is just some kind of imperfection. The real sage's stone has no shape, you try to dissolve it and it dissolves, you try to freeze it and it freezes. And And it can do far more than infinite wealth and immortality."

"—but our research doesn't stop there, Victoria. It's going to be bigger, bigger, and even redefine magic." There was an indescribable look on Voldemort's face, and Victoria was very reluctant to admit that it had any resemblance to her father. , "We are exploring the meaning of life, the source of life, and how it came about, and the ultimate answer is ether."

"It makes up all things in the world, and it is the key to the Creator."

After the night, everyone at Hogwarts was surprised to find that Dolores was no longer Slughorn's caretaker, but her Potions class didn't become miserable, after all, as long as she didn't blow up the Crucibles Raghorn would think she didn't exist.

She turned back into an ordinary and mediocre middle school student, and lost the aura of successfully entering the elite club. If she hadn't accidentally heard someone talking about her behind her back that "the upstart in the United States also wants to enter the upper class", she might have almost forgotten this experience. .

Then Voldemort went to teach at Hogwarts, and Slughorn became more restrained. Whether Voldemort would still be invited to Slug Club activities, Dolores had no way of knowing, because since the last time she asked the Aether She never received invitations to any events again.

When it comes to regrets, she doesn't have too many expectations for Slughorn. To find a scholar who has done research on ether is like finding a grain of sand on the beach. She shouldn't put her hope on others. , but how to find exactly one of them in Hogwarts, which is full of secrets?