[Main HP Comprehensive British-American] Lolita

"No doubt," Dolores replied calmly. "I want you to apologize to me."

A group of girls burst into laughter, as if Dolores had just said some funny news.

Sophia also smiled: "What did you just say, Rogers?"

"I said, you should apologize to me." Dolores stared at her eyes, Angela next to her nervously clenched the quill in her hand.

"I still didn't hear you, do you say it again?" Sophia put on a look of listening intently.

"It's nothing." Dolores stood up slowly, her tone still steady, but her next move stunned everyone in the lounge—

Dolores punched Sofia hard in the stomach.

"Then you have to pay a price," she added, kicking Sophia, who was curled up at her feet in pain.

Almost everyone stood still in shock until Mary started screaming in horror, her face turning red from the force.

Someone squatted down to help Sofia, and the girl who just stood next to Sofia raised her wand. Her hands were shaking a little, but her expression was extremely angry, as if she couldn't believe that Dolores had challenged their authority just now. .

"Smashed to pieces!"

In the end, they all stood in the headmaster's room. Dumbledore sat at the table and formed a tower with his fingers, scrutinizing the group of girls with equally messy clothes and hair, and finally selected the neatest Dolores: " Miss Rogers, can you tell me what happened?"

"Miss Ford deliberately soiled my homework and bag," Dolores said, glancing at Voldemort, who was standing at one end of the headmaster's room. "Out of her unnatural fascination with our Defence Against the Dark Arts professor."

"What nonsense, Rogers! I just like Professor Voldemort!" Sophia Ford said with half of her face swollen from the stinging curse.

Dolores shook his head secretly. This silly girl chose to defend her feelings for Voldemort for the first time, not the bullying of her classmates.

"So you admitted what you did?" Dolores looked at her, worried that no one other than Angela in Gryffindor who witnessed the incident would be willing to testify for her. Ford did it himself.

"I—" Sophia was speechless and looked at the girls next to them, each of them was more or less injured, and Dolores Rogers, almost unscathed, stood here and confronted her.

"I testify, Professor, that Miss Ford and her friends provoked it first." Angela added.

Dumbledore looked at Professor McGonagall. "Minerva?"

Professor McGonagall's face was even more serious with anger, she had never seen such a chaotic Gryffindor common room, with aggressive spells flying all over the place, she had to cast an amplifying spell on herself to keep the scuffle in one place. The students of the regiment found that she had been present for five minutes.

"She's telling the truth." Professor McGonagall nodded, then pursed her mouth and stopped talking, as if she was afraid that she would yell out in the principal's office.

"Then, I'm sorry, because you all violated the school rules, so everyone will be deducted 30 points, and you must perform labor services for two weeks." Dumbledore was not as angry as Professor McGonagall, and even his face There was a slight smile, "I have to say, Miss Dolores, the two against eleven were not injured. If it wasn't for the crowd, I would have given you five points."

"Miss Ford, do you have any other objections?"

Sophia shook her head quickly, she just wanted to stay away from Dolores now, the fighting posture she had just held was still in Sophia's mind, Dolores had no worries about the school rules, she even disregarded the risk of being expelled to her Using black magic, although she was avoided in time, she still had lingering fears. None of the other girls thought like Sophia, so no one refuted Dolores, and no one accused her of using hurtful spells on her classmates.

"I'll take care of Dolores' labor service, after all, it's because of me," Voldemort said. In fact, he shouldn't have appeared at the punishment scene of the fight inside Gryffindor. Unfortunately, Professor McGonagall came too quickly. He was still talking to Dumbledore when she rushed in with a group of students, and he stayed here. heard the last.

Dumbledore nodded understandingly. "The rest of the people will just wait for Mr. Filch's notice. He is complaining to me recently that no one helps him take care of the castle. Will you be happy to help?"

The others nodded to Dumbledore's smiling face.

"Professor, Angela joined purely to protect me, and she didn't attack her classmates with any spell, you can check her wand." Dolores hurriedly added when he heard Filch's name.

Voldemort stepped forward and chanted a spell on Angela's wand, confirming that the last spell she used was a cleansing spell.

"Then Miss Brown, you can be exempt from labor services, although you will still have to deduct points for breaking school rules."

Sophia's group did not dare to raise any objection because of the weird smile on Dolores' face. Angela Brown did not use a spell, but she also mixed in the crowd and stabbed a lot of people with a quill.

"If there is no other punishment, I will take them back." Professor McGonagall said, leading the group of girls back to reprimand them with great urgency.

"Please leave Dolores to me, my favorite student made a mistake and I want to have a good talk with her," Voldemort said.

Voldemort took Dolores to his office without saying a word. Dolores didn't know how he had the face to claim that he was his favorite student just now. Their last conversation was a few days ago.

"I was wrong, sorry." She decided to break the awkward silence and simply admitted her mistake.

"I know someone," Voldemort said to himself, as if he didn't hear her apology. "She never admits she's wrong, even when she realizes she's screwed up. Always on the move, always in high spirits."

Dolores didn't answer, and the wisest thing she could do now was to keep her mouth shut so as not to reveal anything. But then she was startled in a cold sweat by Voldemort's almost sighing words—

"Victoria."

"Miss Stark."

"What a coincidence, I met you again." Victoria turned back and looked at Voldemort who was standing not far from her. "Guess what, I went back that night and remembered your name."

Voldemort was still smiling calmly, and Victoria hated that kind of smile, and she had a longing to make Voldemort's polite, alienated look disappear for at least a second of his real feelings. So she spoke—

"Tom Riddle. Is it?"

Voldemort controlled himself not to use the Cruciatus Curse on Joshua Stark's daughter, who almost wrote her identity as a wayward, arrogant pureblood on her face.

Smiling triumphantly, Victoria approached Voldemort, looking at his handsome face almost greedily.

"I shared the apple with you, so now you're mine," and called Voldemort by his name again, as if lest Voldemort wasn't angry: "Tom."

Voldemort had never dealt with such a person. He had met the greedy and vicious Borgin Bock, and he had intersected with the smooth and fickle Malfoy. He is enough to deal with any complex person, and Victoria Stark is impulsive and impulsive, all actions come from her instinct, it seems that all the norms of human society have nothing to do with her. But thinking of her prominent family, all this is not difficult to understand, she does not need to learn to be polite, and she does not need to know how to accommodate.

She has had everything since birth.

"I'm not yours, girl." Voldemort replied, he saw Joshua walking towards them, and he visited Stark Manor today to meet Joshua, not wanting to meet Victoria halfway.

"Victoria, go back to your room." Joshua interrupted what Victoria was about to say, and she had to take one last look at Voldemort and leave reluctantly.

Of course, Voldemort thought, no normal father would let his daughter have more contact with him, let alone Joshua, who knew him so well. But Joshua didn't know enough about his daughter, Victoria was by no means the obedient type, and Voldemort could almost foresee her trying to get close to his future.

She's going to get Tom Riddle.

Victoria could still remember seeing him for the first time, when she was five—

That was when he was thirty-one years old.

His and Joshua's research has reached a bottleneck. The alchemists hired by Joshua have repeatedly calculated day and night, but it is still not enough. They have not even touched a corner of the door of truth.

"I think I got a bunch of junk for a lot of money," said Joshua Stark, drank with a blank face.

Voldemort didn't speak, he'd only been a few years into this massive project, and his patience wasn't running out. But Joshua has been wasting more than ten years for this goal, and he can't seem to wait for a moment.

"It's such a great thing after all," Voldemort responded, "it's odd to get it so easily."

"You've grown a lot." Joshua said sarcastically. He remembered how Riddle had just been recommended to him by Bock Borkin. He was ambitious but immature, but his talent was genuine, but he was still uneasy, and it was not until three years ago that Riddle officially joined his research.

"It's been ten years, Joshua."

At this time, the door of the study was gently pushed open, revealing a crack.

"Father."

It was a little girl with blond hair and grey-green eyes.

The girl stuck her head out and looked at Voldemort curiously, but soon the girl was pulled away by the maid who was chasing after her and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

"That's Victoria," said Joshua, who didn't respond to the episode just now, just sitting indifferently in his chair waiting for his only daughter to be taken away by the servants.