[Main HP Comprehensive British-American] Lolita

The man's slender figure was bathed in the moonlight, and his face was half-dark and half-dark, and in an instant he seemed to be a **** of compassion.

Victoria realized that Voldemort didn't actually wait for her very often. It's funny, the origin of their story is just the stubbornness of the little girl for a while.

Voldemort opened her arms slightly as she waited for her to plunge into his embrace, and Victoria took a few steps forward, stopping before his arms.

"You knew Angela would die," she said.

The man put down his open arms, a little surprised: "I thought you would accuse more excitedly."

"I'm not a little girl anymore," she shook her head wearily. "Having a tantrum doesn't solve anything."

"I didn't know Miss Brown was going to die," the man explained, "I just guessed that it was going to happen, and I had no idea how it would happen, when it would happen, and who would be the victims. Know."

"I've been wondering why you came to Hogwarts," she said. "Not for me, of course, and not for your alliance with Dumbledore. You've fascinated a lot of young people who are eager to join you, but most of all The important thing is that you are waiting for an opportunity."

"Tell me?" The man answered with interest.

"War. You're waiting for a war because you realize that the wizarding world can never be unified without an enemy from outside. People will still be divided and always consumed within, which is not what you want. So you It is necessary to ensure that this war can happen as smoothly as possible, and Angela is the first victim."

"It would have happened without me. I didn't push anything, I did nothing."

"Doesn't it count as evil if you don't stop doing evil?"

"You know what, Victoria? Tomorrow morning's front page of the Daily Prophet will be Angela's death, and people will know how cruel the Muggle Church was, and how pure and good Miss Brown died. And Victoria Stark will Be their hero because she defied power to name the Minister of Magic, did justice to her friends, and even more so, she even saved the lives of all Hogwarts students."

"Then, all the internal contradictions melted away, and everyone stood together again; at this time there will be only one place that matters, and that is the wizarding world; there is only one identity to be identified, and that is the wizard. And what makes all this happen is just the A dead ordinary girl. Wouldn't it be worth it?"

"A good deal?" Victoria's mouth showed a wry smile, "Life can't be counted at all."

"Don't come to the idea of ​​'everyone is equal'. You and I know very well that life is divided into high and low, and there are always important and unimportant people in the world."

"What about me? Will I also be classified as one of those unimportant and sacrificed groups one day?"

"You're stealing concepts," Voldemort said impatiently. "Besides, what if Miss Brown dies? Can't you really bring her back to life?"

He was hinting at the gem in her hand that could defy all rules and change reality.

"This is the concept of stealing. Is it possible that when death can be modified, you can do whatever you want?"

"Why not? You could make her come back to life, wouldn't you?"

"If there is no death, then the new life is meaningless, it should be solemn and irreversible."

Voldemort sneered, "Does it mean that death is right?"

"I can't justify it, Tom, but I'm still in awe."

"Women's kindness. You keep saying that you are no longer a little girl, but you can't change your naivety."

"What about you? You have no gods, no idols, no authority in your heart, only short-term compromises, and never awe," she said. "I can't make you go further and further on the road of dictatorship."

"Then stand with me! Watch me, oversee me, and prevent me from making any decisions you think are wrong," he said. "I don't understand what you're hesitating about."

Victoria looked at the man in front of her. He was still stubborn and indomitable, but she was the same, almost foolishly holding on to her insistence and refusing to back down.

"I love you so much, Tom," she said, putting her hand on his face, her eyes reddened and a faint flash of tears.

Voldemort put his hand over hers and pressed his forehead against hers, "I love you too, very much."

"But none of us can compromise on that," she said.

"But we can't compromise on that," he repeated.

"Then my path is now clear," Victoria squeezed out a smile, and at the same time a tear fell, dripping on the man's black robe, and quickly disappeared, "We may not be for a long time. See you, Tom."

"I'll miss you a lot, and so will Alan."

"I will miss you terribly, terribly, terribly, too."

The two stopped snuggling and stood face to face. Voldemort held out his hand: "Don't take what I just said, Victoria, you are not a naive child, you are a worthy opponent."

"Thank you." She took the man's outstretched hand and gave him a bright smile.

The day after Angela's death, the magic circle at Hogwarts stopped self-enclosing, the connection between the castle and the outside world was finally restored, and it was time for the Ministry of Magic to leave.

Edwin and Millison were heavily shackled, and twenty Aurors were reinforced to Hogwarts to prevent them from escaping the Ministry. On Vanessa's side, even if she was cleared of the murder of Angela, she became a suspect for another murder due to Edwin's testimony, with two Aurors guarding her, probably as soon as she returned to the Ministry of Magic will be tried immediately.

Like the other students, Victoria stood on the side of the hall and watched them leave. Some girls couldn't help sobbing. A day ago, everyone was still celebrating the school celebration, and no one expected death.

Vanessa looked in good spirits, but was clearly absent-minded, looking around for something, stopped when she saw Victoria, and shouted to her, "Victoria Stark!"

The two Aurors standing beside her restrained her and tried to keep her moving forward without stopping, but Vanessa, unlike her usual indifferent elegance, struggled desperately, "Victoria Stark! Do you know Karen? ?"

The Auror drew his wand to cast a spell on the disobedient prisoner, but stopped when he saw Voldemort's gesture.

"Karen Lestrange, you mentioned her name yesterday!" Vanessa fell to the ground due to inertia after losing the hold of the Auror, but her eyes never left her, "I keep looking for You, I think you might know her whereabouts..."

"I know," Victoria looked at her, "she's dead."

As soon as she finished speaking, the woman's eyes turned red, her lips trembled, but she was still reluctant: "Impossible! Impossible! Joshua Stark will not let her die! ... What are you doing? knew?!"

Victoria took out the necklace hidden in her clothes, a thin silver chain with a star pendant on it, "Because she is my mother."

Vanessa clearly recognized the pendant at a glance, her teeth clenched, tears streaming down her face, "Impossible...impossible...Karen...he didn't even marry her..."

Victoria squatted down and gently wiped the tears from the woman's face, "But Karen doesn't feel pain, everything is her own choice."

"Did she mention me?" Vanessa's eyes widened, her hair was messy, her face was haggard, and she was in a state of embarrassment, but at this moment, she showed a moving, girl-like devotion.

Victoria couldn't bear to tell her the truth, what could she answer? Tell this poor woman that she hasn't even seen Karen alive?

"She said she loves you very much and loves you the most." So she said.

"I love her very much, too," Vanessa laughed through her tears, as if believing the lie, "I love her the most..."

She stood up as if gaining some strength, ruffled her hair a few times, and walked forward with her head held high.

After a few steps, he stopped, then turned back and looked at Victoria, his eyes were fiery, as if looking at another person through her, "Everyone expects me to fall into the dirt, but I don't."

Victoria watched Vanessa out of the castle gates, believing that there was always a way out for this woman—as well as she had done for the past seventeen years.

The author has something to say: don't panic, this article will HE.

I hope you don't feel that this chapter is cruel, it is logical for them to come this far, and at this moment their feelings are more moving than ever.

And the foreshadowing of Vanessa's deep love for Karen can finally be written, and since then, this article on romance, danmei, and lily has been collected.

"Death is natural, does it mean it is right?" This is also Voldemort's point of view in the original book, and Victoria's opinion is the same as the main theme throughout the original book, be in awe, not against nature, and learn to let go.

Of course, there is no standard answer. Rowling used seven books to answer this question, but her answer obviously has a strong Western religious color, which may not be fully understood by Easterners.