[Main HP Comprehensive British-American] Lolita

The author has something to say: this chapter has entered the world of "Pride and Prejudice", and the specific reason will be slowly introduced later, but the reason is also easy to guess.

To be honest, I feel a little boring to write about two people falling in love recently, but I think this setting is still very interesting. For example, Mr. Darcy, who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, has become the real big devil, Mr. Voldemort, and the lively and intelligent Elizabeth has become a person who is in addition to seeing Various mourned Victorias outside of Voldemort.

I started this article with the intention of writing a coming-of-age story, about love, intrigue, power, and humanity's never-ending rebellion against fate. I don't know if I can frame these grand elements well, take your time.

Thank you to everyone who clicked in and left me a message. If it weren't for you, I probably wouldn't have continued until the second chapter. In the future, there should be a lottery to send some HP peripherals or something, because the author is in the UK, so the peripherals bought here can probably be more emotional (?). .

What the author has to say today is a bit long, please continue to read the article now!

It is a universally accepted truth that rich bachelors always want to marry a wife.

"Dear Mr. Bennett!" Mrs. Bennett asked her husband one day. "Have you heard that Netherfield Gardens is finally rented out!"

Mr Bennett replied no.

"It is indeed rented out!" Mrs Bennett replied excitedly, "by a rich young man from the north of England!"

Then she repeated excitedly: "A rich bachelor!"

Their little daughters, Lydia and Kitty, also chattered: "His name is Bentley, and he has five thousand pounds a year!"

The third daughter, Mary, still blocked her ears in annoyance. The eldest daughter, Jane, patted her shoulder comfortably, put the knitted basket on her lap aside, and stood up: "I'll go see how Victoria is doing. "

Jane went upstairs and walked into the room she shared with her sister. Her sister had woken up from her sleep, leaning on the pillow and looking at herself with bewildered eyes.

"I'm glad to see you're awake," Jane's voice was quiet. She sat on the edge of the bed and stretched out her hand to help her sister straighten her hair. "You don't know how worried Mom was when she heard that you fell into the water, Victoria."

Victoria was still a little drowsy, and a thought flashed by in a trance: shouldn't the second daughter of the Bennett family be called Elizabeth? But at the same time, she was so familiar with the name Victoria that it seemed to follow her from birth.

Victoria decided to give up thinking about names. Then she asked weakly, "What's wrong with me?"

"You accidentally fell into the river. Fortunately, Charlotte found someone from the village, otherwise you would die." Jane showed a worried expression.

"Sorry for worrying you." Victoria still didn't remember what happened, but she still apologized.

Jane took her hand after hearing her feeble voice, "don't say that, I'll go and bring breakfast, you must be hungry after a day's sleep."

Then went downstairs.

Victoria supported the edge of the bed and stood up. Her body was unexpectedly not overly weak. Just as she stood up, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror—blond hair, slender, and exquisite features.

She breathed a sigh of relief for some reason, it was a look that matched the name Victoria. What about Elizabeth? It should be, she thought laboriously...a slender, above-average appearance, with lively brown curls.

She lay back on the bed, her mind still in chaos, for a moment she felt that she should be the lively second Miss Bennett, and then she felt that she was a poor girl who lost her mother since childhood, locked up in a cold and damp manor inside.

These thoughts were intertwined, like growing vines around her, the boundaries between reality and fantasy became more and more blurred, so she fell asleep again.

By the time Victoria was fully recovered, the new guests had already attended a dance. She was absent due to ill health and was forced to listen to Lydia and Mrs Bennett chattering about the guests for the next few days.

"Mr. Bentley brought not only his two sisters, but a good friend of his, Mr. Voldemort," Mrs. Bennett made a mysterious look that didn't match her enormous volume, "I heard that Mr. Voldemort had Ten thousand pounds a year!"

The Bennett family has no male heirs, so Mrs. Bennett's biggest trouble is the five beautiful unmarried daughters, and the arrival of Mr. Bingley and Mr. Voldemort seems to be a good opportunity for her.

"Mr. Bingley is very fond of Jane," said Mrs. Bennett triumphantly. "Who can ignore Jane's beauty? He danced with her almost all night!"

"Maybe Jane can marry Mr. Bingley," Victoria replied absently.

"Wait, maybe within a month, he'll propose to our Jane!" Mrs Bennett was satisfied with Victoria's answer, and then comforted sadly for fear of her, "You'll have a chance to see them soon. Yes, Victoria, you mustn't get sick again."

It seemed that Mrs. Bennett's words came true. In less than a week, they received an invitation from the Lucas family to invite the Bennett family to the dance they held to welcome these distinguished guests.

Before departure, Lydia and Kitty were still arguing over a light green ribbon, and Mr. Bennett had to threaten whoever spoke up would have to stay home all night to end the quarrel.

Victoria was still lacking in interest. Ever since she woke up from falling into the water, she felt that everything around her was a little weird, and even Jane, who was usually the closest to her, was left out for a few days.

Jane understandably thought that Victoria's illness was not yet fully healed. When Victoria wore a dress at random and was about to go out, she forced Victoria to put on the newly made white dress, which was embroidered with white thread. With a little rose, there is a kind of hidden cuteness.

"Look, how beautiful." Jane put her hand on her shoulder and smiled at her sitting in front of the vanity mirror.

"What's the use of being pretty, that Mr. Bingley likes you." Victoria joked.

Sure enough, Jane's face turned red: "And Mr. Voldemort, maybe you will like each other."

Victoria curled her lips: "Mum said he was very arrogant and didn't dance with a lady except Miss Bingley all night."

The Bennets came a little early, Lydia and Kitty screamed and ran to talk to a group of young men, Jane seemed a little nervous, probably because Mr. Bingley hadn't come yet, Mary walked away She went to the piano, which is her usual practice, in order to prevent the embarrassment that no one came to invite her to dance.

The crowd quieted a little by now, and everyone looked towards the door, where Mr. Bingley and Mr. Voldemort came.

Mr. Bingley was an energetic young man, kind and enthusiastic, not far from Victoria's expectations, and behind him was his married eldest sister Louisa and her husband.

When they were all inside, a young lady who looked like Bentley followed, Caroline Bentley, and she said to the door, "Come on, Mr. Voldemort."

A gentleman came in slowly, Victoria could feel his reluctance in his footsteps, and then her eyes moved from the ground to the gentleman's face—

At that moment, it seemed as if thousands of sparks exploded in her mind, her heart began to beat fiercely, joy, surprise, and the familiarity of unknown origin, these emotions swept over and converged into a question in her mind :Who is he? !

Victoria took a deep breath because of the lack of oxygen, took a step back, and finally touched the support so that she would not fall down.

And what Voldemort saw was this scene. The blonde girl seemed to be supporting the table because of some excessive emotion, but even though she couldn't stand with trembling, her eyes remained motionless on him.

Who is she? At that moment, Voldemort was almost horrified to find that the girl gave him a strange feeling that almost destroyed his sanity.

After he came back to his senses, he found himself standing in front of the girl.

Mr. Lucas looked at the two who were already standing face to face in confusion, not understanding what was going on. As soon as the distinguished Mr. Voldemort entered the room, he went straight to Victoria's side, and Victoria's behavior was also very strange. She seemed to suddenly become very weak and could only barely stand on the table.

"This is Mr. Voldemort from Derbyshire," Mr. Lucas decided to break the deadlock and stepped forward to introduce them to each other. "This is the Bennett's second daughter, Victoria."

When Mr. Lucas's voice sounded, the two parties seemed to be awakened, stunned for a second, and quickly returned to their normal expressions. Victoria's hand was released from the edge of the table, and she stood up straight. .

"Good evening, Mr. Voldemort," she said, looking Voldemort in the eyes.

"Good evening, Miss Bennett." Voldemort met her gaze.

Mr. Lucas walked away witty, there was a rush of footsteps, Caroline Bingley stepped forward quickly and took Voldemort's arm affectionately: "My dear Mr. Voldemort, who is this, do you know? ?"

Victoria looked at Caroline's hostile performance, and became disinterested again. Everyone here made her feel boring, except for Voldemort, who was like paint on white paper, brilliant and charming.

Voldemort frowned and pulled his hand out without a trace. "This is Miss Victoria Bennett, Caroline. I just invited her to dance, please allow us to leave, I think the tune is about to begin."

As soon as he finished speaking, he dragged Victoria, who had not recovered, to the dance floor.