[Main HP Comprehensive British-American] Lolita

What does it mean to be a sixth grader?

Dolores had no answer. It's no wonder she doesn't take her student status seriously enough, she'll be twenty in a few months, and she also has a three-year-old son, even though Howard and Dumbledore want her to have a carefree school life , she couldn't really be a sixteen-year-old student.

This burnout attitude caused her to choose the exact same class directly with Angela without even looking at the class schedule. Fortunately, her O.W.Ls grades in potions did not reach the advanced class level set by Slughorn, but I believe the old professor was relieved.

Since Slughorn accidentally bumped into her and Voldemort, she'd been completely transparent to his eyes. He even called in sick for a week after that night, only to come back to class when he found no sign of Voldemort going to shut up.

"Dolores!" She had just pushed open the common room door when she heard James call her name out loud.

Her friends believed Dolores' explanation that "Voldemort was just unrequited" and thoughtfully kept her a secret. However, the Gryffindor boys saw the sharing of secrets as a sign of their friendship developing further, and Dolores Rogers, the eccentric and withdrawn, befriended the Raiders to the surprise of everyone.

Thanks to their good popularity in Gryffindor, Dolores finally stopped being regarded as a freak by her classmates after a year of schooling, and even an unfamiliar apprentice said good morning to her the day before yesterday.

"What's the matter?" she answered impatiently, James Potter was like a little milk dog, although he was too lively, but when you saw his smiling face, you would automatically forgive him.

"That... Lily..."

When Dolores heard James mention Lily's name again, a conditioned headache started.

"I already gave her the letter for you." And because of Snape's covetousness, she quietly stuffed it to Lily at breakfast, and was forced to experience the bitterness of a double agent.

"That's good, that's good." The boy smirked and straightened his unkempt hair, and then, as if he had suddenly thought of something, he called out her name again: "Dolores!"

"Um?"

"Where do you think Lily would like to have her wedding?"

"…"

The imagination of adolescent boys should not be underestimated.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but wonder about Voldemort's school days, although in his own words he was like a tireless machine, full of ideas about success and not interested in love.

Will he also hide a lily in his heart? She thought jealously, even knowing the odds were even lower than Potter and Snape loving each other.

Such a bad mood was brought to her afternoon Defence Against the Dark Arts class, and as soon as Voldemort entered the classroom, he saw Dolores staring at himself displeasedly.

He reflected on whether he had done anything to make the little girl angry recently, and after getting a negative answer, he thought that he could not sit still.

"Miss Rogers," he put the lesson plan gently on the table, "please sit down in the first row, I will need your assistance in this class."

Today Voldemort will show them the Berkshire Pentapod, a magical creature he describes as corrosive as black magic, and its flickering light can burn wizards' eyes when startled. Therefore, all the people who were originally sitting in the first row were moved to the back row for safety reasons, and only Dolores, the named assistant, sat alone in the first row closest to the desk.

"—but we can't quite say that the Berkshire pentapod is harmful. In fact, its horns are ground into powder and are an indispensable material for a higher potion," Voldemort stopped halfway through his introduction. , "Does anyone know what kind of potion it is?

Voldemort is a good teacher, he knows how to make boring things interesting, and he pays a lot of attention to proper interaction, which is why he quickly gained the favor of most students in a short period of time after teaching.

Young students began to discover that the man, who was often mentioned by the Daily Prophet and almost described as 'Grindelwald's successor', was actually so knowledgeable, funny, and approachable, and on top of it all, he was like a Merlin Like a blessing, with a handsome face.

"It's love potion, Professor." An excited female voice came from the back row, and Dolores recognized her as a member of the stupid Voldemort support.

He didn't need any Death Eaters, she thought ironically, nothing could beat these girls in love.

Voldemort smiled. "Very good, Miss Bernie, it looks like Professor Slughorn has taught you this lesson."

His smile gave the girl more courage, and she raised her hand again, signaling that she had a new problem.

"Yes, Miss Bernie, please."

"What can you smell from the intoxication?"

Dolores didn't have to look back to imagine the excitement and excitement on the girls' faces when they heard the question. Bernie would be the hero of the girls today.

"It's a very personal question, Miss Bernie," he said with a slightly embarrassed expression, but it was fleeting, returning to his friendly smile, "but I can answer you as an exception."

This is his usual routine. Once you accept this gesture of grace from him, it means that a presumed fact becomes logical: he is in a higher position than you, and his concession is a favor, not a matter of course, you can do Only grateful.

"I can smell—" His eyes fell on Dolores, his voice softening slightly, "the smell of fresh apples, the aroma of baby hair, and a spilled glass of whiskey."

He stepped off the podium and stood at Dolores' desk, taking her hand under the cover of his robe.

"Then how do you define the love brought by the love potion?" Seeing that he was not angry, the girl became bolder.

"This should be Professor Slughorn's work, and I can't give you a standard answer. But in my opinion, it's more of an illusion than true love."

Dolores recalled Voldemort's mother, who he never told himself, learned of Joshua's casual chatter at dinner. Her father told the story in a joking tone. The pure-blooded girl was bewitched by a handsome Muggle, and he was tricked into using a fascination agent, and because of the illusion of love, she gradually believed that the Muggle was sincere, so much so that she did Stupid move: She stopped giving men love drugs. She paid a dear price for it, the Muggle man left her and she died giving birth to a child in poverty and grief.

Joshua therefore believes that Tom Riddle will never have the ability to love, because he was not born for love, but luckily, this makes him a very good partner.

"Then what is true love, Professor?"

"A difficult question," Voldemort smiled and shook his head. "As your Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, I can't teach you to distinguish love, much less how to love someone. Maybe you should ask Headmaster Dumbledore."

Then he clapped his hands, signaling the end of this digression, "Let's get back to the point of this lesson, I'll show you the Berkshire Pentapod, but for safety reasons, you must listen to my instructions and get ready. Yet?"

"Get ready!" Bernie's voice was particularly loud, she had enough windfalls today to make her the center of the conversation for a whole week.

"Then please all face the back of the classroom. The release of the Berkshire Pentapod may cause it to be frightened. I don't think anyone would want to become blind because of a Defence Against the Dark Arts, right?"

The students turned back one after another, and Voldemort cast a protective spell on the eyes of both of them, "Miss Rogers, you will help me remove the black cloth from the cage."

"You could have put a protective spell on everyone," Dolores protested in a low voice, "instead of making them look back like fools."

"But I don't want to—" he replied in a rather innocent low voice, his black eyes fixed on the girl in front of him.

"What's wrong?" she asked suspiciously.

Voldemort smiled and shook his head, then leaned over to kiss her lips the next second.

"—Because I've wanted to kiss you so much since just now."

Dolores struggled weakly, and he pressed her head to deepen the kiss, until a student broke the silence: "Professor, can we turn around?"

Their lips parted, and Dolores tidied the collar of his school robe dignifiedly, before replying with a smile, "Just a moment."

The author has something to say: there is another update this Sunday, and it will be updated on Friday and Sunday in the future.