[Main HP Comprehensive British-American] Lolita

Voldemort arrived at the manor on time.

After the gate with the golden iris was opened, and through the manicured garden, the dragon boots rattled on the marble floor, and the servant opened the heavy wooden door.

He is already very familiar with this manor, and he has visited this place almost countless times during the years of working for Joshua. When Joshua is obsessed with research all day, he gradually becomes the real man behind the Stark family. The man in power, but it was not enough, so a politician named Lord Voldemort was born.

The sound of the vase breaking interrupted his memory, and he looked towards the source of the sound.

The maid stood bewildered, the vase had already fallen to the ground and shattered, the water spread all around, and the freshly picked flowers and china shards lay together.

Voldemort knew the maid, whose name was Lucy, the source of Victoria's nightmares before she was five years old. He once ridiculed Victoria's soft-heartedness, and in his opinion, keeping such a person alive is to bury a hidden danger.

Maybe it was because his eyes were too sharp, Lucy's face turned pale, and she fled in a panic, ignoring the mess on the ground.

"I warned her that if you look at my stuff again, you'll never see everything else." Victoria's voice came, and she grinned and hugged Voldemort affectionately, and the two continued towards the dining room.

Voldemort pulled out the arm she was holding, put her in his arms, and kissed her forehead: "I'm not yours, you're mine."

"Have you missed me these days?" She no longer struggled with ownership and jumped to another topic.

"I said you didn't have to go back here at all, I'll help you settle Joshua." Voldemort didn't answer her, but brought the point back to the matter they were arguing about.

"Oops!" Victoria pretended to cover her ears, "I'm going to call you Uncle Tom if you say it again!"

Voldemort smiled when he heard this, when they happened to reach the door of a room, he picked Victoria up with one hand and opened the door with the other.

"What are you doing?" Victoria asked uneasily.

He looked at the room. It was a small library, filled with bookcases all around, with a set of tables and chairs in the middle. He put Victoria gently on the table and said lazily, "Uncle is teaching you a lesson."

"Oh?" Victoria said, leaning back slightly with her arms propped on the table, kicking her shoes off her feet casually, toes straightened, and circling somewhere under Voldemort's crotch.

"What class are you taking, Tom-Uncle?" she dragged her last salutation.

Voldemort grabbed her wiggling leg, took off the white stockings, and chuckled when he saw the lace on it, "Little girl."

"I'm not a little girl!" Victoria replied reluctantly.

"You are," he said almost gently, lifting the bottom of her skirt and taking off her little panties, "my little girl."

His hands were dry and cold, gently covering her private parts, and then whispering, "You're wet."

"Then what are you waiting for?" Her voice was also lowered, and the hot air from her breath hit his ear.

They kissed together in confusion, the girl's hand reaching for him somewhere, untying the belt almost neatly, and touching the hard, hot thing.

"Is your class about to start?" she asked.

Voldemort stepped into the girl: "It's on."

"What class?"

He picked her up and walked towards the bookshelf, they were still tightly connected somewhere, and the jolt of walking made Victoria groan a few times.

Voldemort pressed Victoria, her back against the bookshelf, he glanced at the bookshelf, casually read the title: "Household Potions." Then hit it hard.

Victoria put her arm around his neck: "I like it."

It was an hour later when they returned to the hallway again, and Victoria took Voldemort's hand and continued to walk towards the dining room. Many servants saw them, and Victoria raised their hands and said with a loud laugh: " my boyfriend!"

"Stop it, Victoria." Voldemort finally stopped after scaring the third servant away.

"But I want everyone to know that you belong to me." Victoria coquettishly.

While they were talking, they had already reached the door of the restaurant. She smiled shyly and let go of her hand.

"Perhaps your father would like to know too." He raised his eyebrows.

"He'll find out in a moment." Victoria's momentum was almost gone, her shoulders shrugged sullenly, looking pitiful.

Voldemort ignored the girl's fear and reached out to push the door in. Joshua was reading a report with a cup of coffee in hand.

"Sorry, I'm late." Then looking back, "Victoria—"

The girl slammed the door and stuck out her head: "Father..."

Joshua glanced at her, then turned to the servant and told the servant to start the meal, "Come in."

He didn't give his daughter a good face, just like every day before.

Victoria walked in with her head bowed and sat down at the dining table, as did Voldemort.

The first plate was quickly placed on the table, and the three of them dined silently, and then Joshua said, "Why are you all together?"

Victoria gave Voldemort a terrified look, his eyes reassuring her.

"That's what I'm here for," he said quietly. "I'm taking Victoria away."

The cutlery in Joshua's hand made a harsh sound on the plate, but his expression did not change, "Why did you take her away?"

"I love him!" Victoria finally couldn't help but say.

Joshua moved her gaze to her face, and she winced involuntarily.

He let out a mocking laugh, "Then does he love you?"

Then he turned to Voldemort again, in a kindly creepy tone: "Tom Riddle, I know you, from every hair of your hair to your toes. I know exactly what you want."

"Then say it," Voldemort said with a triumphant smile, "in front of Victoria."

"I underestimated you, Tom," Joshua said in a friendly voice, "I was sure you were an unfamiliar wolf, and I was so confident that I would never let you take advantage of something that didn't belong to you. ."

"Victoria is not an object, she is your daughter." He emphasized the word 'daughter'.

"So you still know that she is my daughter. As a father, I will never allow her to go with someone like you."

"Enough!" Victoria raised her voice. "Did you only know how to play a kind father until now?"

"I never need to act, I'm your father!" Joshua was also a little angry, "I told you to stay away from him!"

"You said, I'm going to do it? Then if I say I want to know who my mother is, want to leave the manor to go to Hogwarts, and want my ruthless father to at least have a word with me, you will too. Did my wish come true?!" Her tears streamed down, "I knew from a very young age that no one in this world would care about what I wanted."

Joshua didn't speak for a long time. He seemed shocked that Victoria had resisted him. She scribbled away the tears with the back of her hands, and a cruel smile appeared on her face: "Her name is Karen, right?"

Facing her father's widening eyes, she continued: "Karen Lestrange. My mother."

"Who told you that?" Joshua's face turned cold for the first time, and things started to get really out of control.

"I dreamed of her, and her memory," Victoria found her choking uncontrollably again, her voice almost broken with sadness, "she always appears in my dreams, and I always forget until there is a One day, I remembered everything. She said, I will have a happy life."

Her eyes looked in the direction of nothingness: "But I have nothing."

"Don't mention Karen again, and you're not allowed to leave." Joshua gave an ultimatum.

"It's not up to you, Joshua." Voldemort, who had been watching the show for a while, took a sip from his glass leisurely. "It was Victoria who wanted to come with me."

"Tom," said Joshua grimly, "you should know that nothing good is going to happen to me."

"Let's see then," Voldemort smirked, "if you want me to keep that secret anyway."

"What secret?" Victoria answered quickly. "Did you kill my mother?"

"I said it! No, mention it again, Karen!" Joshua roared irrationally as if he had hit a certain bottom line.

His overreaction also stimulated Victoria, who shouted out of control: "You killed her! You killed Karen! She loves you with all her heart!"

She threw Joshua's question back to him just now: "But do you love her?!"

Joshua slumped down, and Victoria couldn't describe whether he looked a little more angry, a little more shocked, or both, plus a little overwhelmed.

"This is not what you think it is," he said.

And Voldemort stood up, the squeak of a chair being pushed away in the empty dining room, a triumphant, smug look on his face. More than ten years ago, this man thought he was a **** in his hand, but now, he has lost nothing.

"I'll wait for you at the door." He decided to kindly leave the man with the last bit of dignity.

"Don't go with him, Victoria," Joshua said after Voldemort left. "If Karen was still around, she wouldn't let you with him."

"If Karen was still there," she looked at him condescendingly, "she wouldn't have allowed you to keep me locked up in the manor for more than ten years, nor would she have allowed the servant's daughter to bully me, and she would not have allowed my father to put me into The Crusader Charm was used on me."

Victoria took one last look at her father and walked away from the room.

"Where are you going?" Joshua asked weakly behind her.

"Go to someone who can give me a little love, father."

Through the straight paths in the manicured gardens, the gate of the manor drew nearer—the great door with its golden irises.

In the evening mist, the figure stood with her back to her, a smile on Victoria's face, and she felt a raw and real joy that filled her body and gave her strength again.

Ah, what a wonderful revenge.

At five o'clock in the morning, Dolores woke up in her sleep, staring at the red Gryffindor bed curtains for a while.

She dreamed of her father's face, in which warmth and cruelty appeared paradoxically at the same time. And the way he died, so pitiful and fragile.

She dreamed of Voldemort, too, and the sweet, deceitful memories he gave.

Dolores lay quietly on the bed, feeling that the sky was gradually getting brighter, and the bed curtains were illuminated by the sun, turning a more vivid red.

In any case, she said to herself, there was always the sun.

The author has something to say: the amount of comments in the last chapter makes me very sad

This chapter goes back to Hogwarts again, and hopefully someone else remembers the name Dolores. .

There will be no updates for the next two weeks. The author is about to take a Christmas break and is going to Miami to bask in the sun.

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