[Main HP Comprehensive British-American] Lolita

"He seems to have calmed down a bit lately." Voldemort looked at the playground from the headmaster's room window. Gryffindor's Quidditch team was training, and two figures in the stands seemed to be talking.

"We have to speed up the investigation. Now we can't even get any direct evidence." Dumbledore's face was as cold as frost. "The longer you wait, the greater the threat to the students."

"Don't be impatient, Dumbledore, be careful, his helper is just a student anyway," Voldemort said lazily.

"You were a student too, Tom." Dumbledore sighed.

"You said you believed me, didn't you?" Voldemort still used a calm tone, and then his eyes fixed on the figure in the stadium stand: "I've been very busy lately, in order to catch a little liar. "

Today's Defence Against the Dark Arts Voldemort was three minutes late, and by the time he entered the classroom the students were already seated and whispering.

"Quiet," Voldemort said. In fact, he didn't need to remind him, almost everyone stopped talking at the moment he appeared, because of his reputation as both good and evil, Defense Against the Dark Arts became the best discipline in the Hogwarts classroom. class.

"I'm glad you mastered the Illusionary Charm in just two weeks. Today we will learn a new spell - the Patronus Charm."

There was another commotion under the podium. The students who grew up in the wizarding world were quickly explaining what the Patronus Charm was to the Muggle-born students, and some students looked confused and didn't understand any meaning of learning the spell.

"So, has anyone heard of the Patronus Charm?"

"A kind of white magic to resist Dementors, it requires constant and stable magic power and a strong heart." A Slytherin girl replied.

Voldemort looked at the roster: "Andromeda Black, good answer, but still not perfect."

Andromeda looked puzzled. Like most students who grew up in the wizarding world, she couldn't understand why Voldemort taught the spell, and she bet most adults would never use it for the rest of their lives, unless someone wanted to take a photo with it. Dealing with ghosts.

"There's no one-size-fits-all spell," Voldemort said, "so people tend to use certain spells to do certain things, but one of the things I've always held is that even if one spell doesn't do everything, It can still be multipurpose. Miss Brown, please explain what I just said?"

Angela froze, and Dolores next to him had a headache to find that Angela was bold enough to write a love letter in Voldemort's class, so she replied on her behalf: "The Patronus Charm can not only resist the invasion of dementors , it can also become a way of passing messages, which is safer and faster than owls, but also very demanding on wizards."

"I think I'm asking about Miss Brown?" Voldemort raised his eyebrows, a subconscious gesture of his displeasure.

Angela said awkwardly: "I'm sorry professor, I don't know the answer to the question just now."

"Not an example, Miss Rogers," he said to Dolores, before explaining, "This spell can do more than deliver a message, if it's good enough, it can even turn your Patronus into a great weapon. , of course, it's hard, very hard, and as far as I know, only your Headmaster Dumbledore can make it happen."

"Professor, what is your patron saint?" a girl in the audience asked.

"Snake," Voldemort said unexpectedly, even smiling, "though many people think I'm a dark wizard who can't use the Patronus Charm."

"Then—we'll start practicing now."

Voldemort asked Gryffindor and Slytherin to form a two-person team. The number of people in the classroom has always been an even number. Unfortunately, today someone in Gryffindor called for sick leave and became an odd number. Dolores saw Voldemort suddenly smiled at him. Now: "Miss Prophet Rogers, please come and join me here."

Dolores walked over to Voldemort with the envious eyes of all the girls in the classroom, only Angela was still worried.

"Good day, Professor," Dolores said dryly.

"Good day, Miss Rogers, please try to chant a spell."

Dolores nodded: "Call God Guard!"

A shimmering silver cloud appeared on the tip of her wand, which lasted for a while before slowly dissipating. The students in the classroom all quieted down and looked at her, as if her progress had become the most advanced one.

Voldemort still had a smile on his face, not surprised by her little success, nor disappointed by her lack of a full Patronus. There was a silvery light in his black eyes, and Dolores felt in a trance that he was back in the night they had spent together, and that his eyes would have the same light under the moon.

"Very good, twenty points for Gryffindor," Voldemort said softly.

"Why are they all staring at me?" Dolores said annoyed, trying to pick up her pace.

"Because you were the first person in Gryffindor to get Voldemort bonus points for being an average student! I just knew it! Lo, you are so good!" Angela said excitedly.

Of course, this has nothing to do with grades. Voldemort still doubts her, is still testing her, and now he has lost his patience, but he has not lost the fun of teasing small animals, so he intends to let her tell the truth.

Lily is also happy for her, she thinks that with Voldemort's bonus Dolores should be more accepted by Gryffindor instead of being the fifth-year freak that people always talk about.

Dolores certainly understands her situation in Gryffindor, or Hogwarts. She is indeed eccentric and cold, and she is indeed not good at interpersonal communication, but Voldemort's extra points will never be a good solution, on the contrary Ground, his move pushed Dolores further away from the crowd.

"Because she doesn't have the strength to match it." Snape pointed out precisely, his perennial pale face looked a little angry under the afternoon sunlight, "Glory that doesn't match it always invites jealousy."

Lily and Angela had carefully prepared snacks on the tablecloth. Although Dolores offered to steal food from the communal kitchen, the two girls still spent the morning baking some cranberry scones and cheese. cake.

This is the meeting place where they often come. Under a tree next to the black lake, when the weather is good, you can see the giant squid rolling on the lake and basking in the sun.

Dolores took a sip of tea and brushed his short hair that was ruffled by the wind. "But these are not worth worrying about. After all, I am the warrior who escaped the Algerian forest alone."

"Don't mention this ridiculous lie again. If Miss Brown hadn't had a boyfriend, I would have doubted that she fell in love with you." Snape said, looking at the admiration and pride on Angela's face.

"Is that true? What about you, my precious little rose?" Dolores lifted Lily's chin and quickly kissed her lips.

"Lo!"

"Dolores!"

Angela and Snape shouted angrily at the same time.

"Do you want my kiss too, Princess Angela?" Dolores took Angela's face and kissed her cheek gently.

Angela's face blushed, and Snape snorted disapprovingly.

"I won't kiss you, don't think about it, Snape."

"Who thought?!"

Snape's embarrassment caused Dolores's potion homework for a week to be gone, and Angela kindly reminded a fifth grader that it was a shame to ask a second grader to do their homework.

"Don't think I don't know about Edwin writing your herbal report for you." Dolores shot back lazily.

"That, that's Edwin being too enthusiastic."

"And the indifferent Snape got me a P for a week in a row."

"Maybe you can go to Professor Voldemort for tutoring, he seems to like you a lot, after all he never gave Gryffindor any extra points," Angela suggested.

"No, I'm afraid he'll take a liking to me—" Dolores' voice stopped because of the Patronus Charm paper that was taken out of his schoolbag but completely covered in ink.

Then Angela exclaimed: "Lo! Look inside your schoolbag!" Dolores turned the schoolbag upside down, and all the contents fell on the carpet, and these broken books, broken quills And the slug corpse that I don't know when it was put in can only be described as a mess.

"Snapped."

Dolores threw the stack of parchment paper, which had turned completely black, onto the table heavily. The Gryffindor lounge was silent for a second, and then quickly resumed the liveliness, as if the silence just now had not happened.

"Who did it?" Dolores said calmly, not loud enough but enough for the entire lounge to hear.

Seeing that no one answered, she repeated, "Who did it?"

The lounge was completely quiet, and a group of girls sitting on the far right came over, led by seventh-grade Sophia Ford, and behind them were girls of different grades, Dolores even saw Lily's good friend Mary.

"It's me, Rogers, do you have any questions?" Sophia stood in front of her with a triumphant smile on her face.

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