[Main HP Comprehensive British-American] Lolita

The news of Voldemort's entry to teach at Hogwarts is no longer in the newspapers. The event has completely lost its popularity a month after the start of school. Every morning, students no longer read an article about Voldemort in the Daily Prophet. Life achievements while quietly looking at the deity sitting in the teacher's chair and having breakfast.

"They finally gave up writing Voldemort." Dolores was pleasantly surprised one February morning that the Daily Prophet had started publishing other stories as normal, and she had been forced to read a lot of Voldemort's press releases over the past month, Some extol him as if he were the savior of the fading wizarding world; others are wary, even predicting that he will be the second Grindelwald. She stopped reading at breakfast every day after she scoured the whole page of the newspaper and found that all but Voldemort was an ad for a kitchen cleaner.

Voldemort is destined to be the most powerful ruler of the wizarding world, it's written in his nature, although he still plays a middle-aged politician with great dedication. Dumbledore no doubt knew this, but it was a pity that the Board of Trustees still managed to get him to compromise, and Dolores even suspected that the Board of Trustees had been stuffed with Voldemort's people.

But all this has nothing to do with her. Dolores finished eating a scrambled egg and planned to go to the first episode of History of Magic.

Angela refused to leave her for a moment as usual, and happily took her to the classroom of history of magic.

"You must meet Edwin! What a likable boy he is!" she said in a very sweet voice, "of course if I had to choose between Edwin and Lowe, I wouldn't hesitate. Choose Lo's!"

"...No, please choose Mr. Plimel, thank you."

Dolores had met the unfortunate boy, who was busy talking to an underclass Ravenclaw and seemed to be answering an underclass question. Light brown hair and eyes of the same color look very gentle in the afternoon sun.

At that time, Angela whispered in her ear: "That's Edwin Primmer, the little prince of Ravenclaw, handsome and rich, Merlin's darling." Then she put on a dissatisfied expression .

The second time she saw Primuel was on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. He was surrounded by three other boys and seemed to be arguing about something, and she got closer under the cover of the trees.

"...Please don't come any closer, I'll report to the professor." This was Plimel.

"Ha! Is that what your great mother taught you? To be a bastard?" one of the boys scoffed.

"It has nothing to do with my mother," Plimell retorted.

"Your good mother made my family lose the century-old manor." Another boy said gloomily.

"I said," Dolores came out from behind the tree, "what are you doing here?"

The boys looked in her direction and laughed when they saw it was a girl: "American nouveau riche? It's none of your business here."

Then he pointed his wand arrogantly at Primuel, "His mother lost a lot of money to our family and deserves a good lesson."

"I said that any investment has to take its risks. Your father's failure has nothing to do with my mother," Plimell said calmly.

Dolores continued, "Fights are also risky. I informed the professor, and it will be there in about three minutes."

The boys parted angrily at Dolores' threat, and while they didn't stop whispering cursing, they couldn't tell if she was lying.

"Thank you," Primuel walked towards her, shook his head and smiled helplessly, "Actually, I can solve it even if you don't come out. Their spells and fists are too bad."

"You're welcome," Dolores said, confirming that the three boys were gone, then turned and walked towards the castle.

If Dolores had been asked to pick a girl at Hogwarts who matched Primuel, it would not be Angel Brown; the boy was a typical top student, and at the same time had a precious modest character, a face Always with a shy smile, as if nothing can make him panic.

Presumably very good people are more or less eccentric, she thought, and Tom Riddle was a pedophile.

Voldemort, who was far in the cellar, sneezed.

On Valentine's Day, Dolores met Edwin Plimell again.

Angela winked smugly at her holding him, Dolores knew what she wanted to say, her inference was correct, and Primule did propose a relationship on Valentine's Day.

"Hello, Mr. Plimell, I'm Angela's friend, you can call me Dolores."

"Long time no see, Dolores, please call me Edwin."

Angela didn’t ask any questions, it seemed that he had already told her what happened in the Forbidden Forest.

Dolores tried to find a trace of reluctance on Edwin's face, but she failed, apparently the Ravenclaw top student was willing to associate with a girl like Angela.

"Is your mother the one I thought?" she asked.

A flattered expression appeared on Edwin's face: "Yes, I didn't expect you to hear that."

Mrs. Vanessa Plimle is a well-known strong woman in the magical world. After her husband passed away, she ran the Plimle family by herself. She once had a relationship with Mrs. Vanessa at her father's banquet. The lady Contrary to her son, he is very savvy and charming, making all the men sigh with embarrassment.

"I didn't expect Mrs. Vanessa's son to be the exact opposite of her." Dolores commented directly.

Edwin didn't feel offended, but smiled shyly. "My mother often complained about it, too."

Then he looked down slightly at the potion homework Dolores had placed on the table: "Are you writing the euphoria paper?"

Dolores nodded, though she had largely copied the Potions textbook.

"Here, peppermint can be added to counteract the side effects of the euphoria." Edwin pointed to the second paragraph.

"side effect?"

"I can sing too much and twist my nose, you can talk about this in the next paragraph." Edwin smiled humbly, then looked at Angela, "I'm going to the first class in a hurry, see you in the afternoon. "Then nodded to Dolores, "Goodbye, Dolores."

After he left the table, Dolores continued to eat breakfast quietly. She only had one session of Defense Against the Dark Arts this afternoon, so she didn't have to hurry.

Angela was also uncharacteristically quiet, just sitting beside her, occasionally looking at her secretly, as if observing her expression.

Dolores guessed that this silly girl was probably sorry for being jealous of her entering the slug club. After all, now she has a good and handsome boyfriend. In comparison, Dolores, who was forced out of the club, looked even more lonely and pitiful. .

"Edwin is a good boy," she said.

Angela laughed as if she had heard the good news, "That's great, Luo! I was really worried that you wouldn't like him, so I'd have to consider whether to continue dating him," and then she smugly Added, "But who doesn't like Edwin!"

Then a strange owl flew in and headed straight for Voldemort, dropping a suspicious pink package.

She saw Dumbledore leaning over curiously, as if trying to see what was inside.

Voldemort raised his eyebrows and opened the package. Inside was a piece of chocolate with raised patterns. If you look closely, you can see that it is a line of words:

HaveyoufoundyourValentineyet?

The author has something to say: a transition chapter ~ and the appearance of new characters ~