[Main HP Comprehensive British-American] Lolita

"I can't get enough of her!" shouted a heavy male voice, magnified infinitely in the stone-walled corridor.

Another middle-aged woman's voice sounded: "Be careful with your words and deeds, Gilbert."

"I think Mrs. Vanessa is very interesting." Someone replied with a smile, and this time Dolores recognized the owner of the voice, Dumbledore.

"Interesting?" This was the male voice at the beginning, he snorted coldly from his nose, "As long as the cause of Gaylord's death is not found out, she will always be a murderer."`

Dolores remembered who the two were.

Gilbert Wimple and Amelia Burns, officials accompanying the minister's visit.

"I think you should trust Millison," Amelia said. "She thought Vanessa was innocent throughout."

"That's because she took advantage of Millison's kindness! Merlin! It's a blessing or a curse for us to have such a minister."

At this moment, a fourth voice sounded, a hoarse and low male voice, with a threat in his tone, "Shut your mouth, Gilbert, it's not your turn to evaluate the Minister."

Alastor Moody. The neurotic old Auror.

"Okay, friends," Dumbledore came out to mediate, "I think we've spent enough time arguing."

Seeing that their group was about to come to the corner where they were hiding, Dolores walked out and greeted them head-on: "Good afternoon."

Dumbledore didn't seem surprised to meet her, "Good afternoon, Miss Rogers." Then he introduced to the officers and Aurors beside him, "This is Miss Dolores Rogers, Professor Voldemort's favorite student. "

Moody's eyes turned sharp and sharp, looking her up and down without hesitation.

"You're joking, Headmaster," she replied with a smile. "Professor Voldemort is never biased in his class."

Perhaps trying to break through the embarrassment of Moody's bad attitude, one of the female officials, Amelia Burns, joined the chat, "Does Miss Rogers have a dance partner?"

Dolores had some sympathy for this lady. She could see that she was putting on her most kind expression, but she didn't care about the answer to the question. She was just trying to restore the image of the Ministry of Magic in the hearts of students.

"Not yet," she replied politely, "but I think that person should invite me soon."

"Oh, this is really..." Amelia's usual serious face was trying to show a friendly smile, "Very good, very good."

"Miss Rogers must like that man very much. As far as I know, you have rejected at least three men." Dumbledore exaggeratedly said, his thumb, index finger and **** were raised at the same time, compared to a "three" gesture.

"Have you ever been in Germany, Headmaster?" Dolores suddenly changed the subject.

"Albus won't go to live in Germany," the outspoken Gilbert Wimple answered for Dumbledore before he could speak. "Grindelwald made him have enough of Germany back then."

"I've been to Germany a few times, but I haven't stayed long. What happened, Miss Rogers?"

She smiled. "It's nothing, Headmaster. I think my friends should be waiting for me, so let's go."

Everyone trapped in this awkward conversation breathed a sigh of relief, said goodbye to Dolores one after another, and began to discuss the topic just now.

When their voices were no longer heard, the smile on Dolores' face disappeared.

That's not Albus Dumbledore.

The holiday common room was overcrowded, and Lily was sitting with the Dao Raiders, earnestly watching Sirius and James play wizard chess.

"Checkmate," Sirius said lazily.

James, who lost, wasn't angry either, he touched the back of his head and smiled stupidly, "You're still so good, Sirius."

When Peter saw Dolores approaching, he moved to the right to make room for her.

"Thank you," she sat down, "why didn't you see Angela?"

"She seems to be with Edwin," Lily said, propping her chin, her eyes still glued to the chess game.

"It seems? Are you sure?" The discovery just now made her a little horrified, and she wanted to try her best to ensure that none of her friends would be left alone.

"Maybe," she was still absent-minded, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she turned to Sirius, "How did you come up with this step, you're a genius!"

Dolores gave up asking Lily and decided to look for it himself.

It was close to supper time, and it was already dark because of winter. The torches in the corridor were all lit, Dolores walked slowly, and the shadow kept shaking because of the trembling flames.

"I found you." A nice male voice sounded behind her.

Dolores turned back, the boy looked like a sixth grader, wearing a Slytherin robe, black hair and black eyes, and he looked extremely handsome.

That face belonged to Tom Riddle as a teenager.

"Victoria," the boy stepped forward and kissed her hand, "Would you like to go to the dance with me?"

She laughed and said slowly, "Alan, don't think you can play your father perfectly."

The expression on the boy's face froze for a second, and frustration emerged, "How did you find out?"

"You took an age-enhancing agent, and you used a Confusion Charm to change your eye color," she said. eyes are green."

This seventeen-year-old boy finally completely lost his disguise, his movements and expressions changed back to that of a child, and he squatted on the ground like a tantrum.

"Okay, okay, tell me how you got here at Hogwarts?" Dolores stroked his hair gently, casting Silence and Banishing Charms around him.

As soon as he asked this, Alan raised his head again, with glittering smugness in his eyes, he stretched out his hand, and a scarlet mist appeared in the palm of his hand.

"This," he said.

Dolores understood. "You didn't tell your father?"

He shook his head.

"Good, because it's a little secret between us."

She wanted to hug the little boy as usual, but found that he was already much taller than herself at the age of seventeen.

Alan noticed his mother's hesitation, put his arms around her, and patted her lightly, imitating her usual movements: "I didn't run away for fun," his Tom Riddle-like face Uneasy, "I want to spend Christmas with you."

"Good boy, I didn't blame you. But next time you go out, you must tell Mommy, okay?"

Allen nodded and wanted to say something, but suddenly stopped, his eyes fixed on a certain direction.

Dolores noticed Ellen's stiffness and looked in the direction he was looking--

That was Angela standing not far away.

"It's okay, that's mom's friend," she said softly, and Ellen's body relaxed.

Although surprised that Dolores would snuggle up intimately with a strange Slytherin, Angela hesitated and walked over.

"Dolores..." she began.

"Shh," Dolores put his index finger to his lips, "don't tell anyone."

She meant bumping into her and Ellen.

Angela nodded, her face was terrifyingly pale, and her usual happy face looked a little gray.

"Are you all right?" Dolores asked with concern.

"I..." She seemed to want to say something, but in the end she gave up, "It's okay, I'll go first, you should go back earlier too."

After speaking, he walked away quickly without waiting for Dolores to answer, and turned back after a few steps, "It's so cold, Luo."

Dolores looked at her in confusion, but Angela never looked back and disappeared into the depths of the stone corridor.