[Main HP Comprehensive British-American] Lolita - ~ ☆Zhang Fanwai A dull day for the Riddles

【Who is the father of the child? ! 】

The huge bold headline shines on the first page of today’s Daily Prophet, accompanied by an apparently candid photo of Victoria Stark emerging from a New York cafe, pushing the door with her right hand and holding a dark-haired man with her left. The little boy probably found the camera, and she cautiously moved him to her arms, the boy’s face was tightly blocked by his mother’s unfastened windbreaker.

[“Victoria is very cautious about the identity of the child’s father,” Miss Sophia Ford, who claims to be a close friend of Miss Stark, told us, “even though we were once very close.”

…

“Listen, it’s her private life!” Ms. Lily Potter took a nasty official attitude to the question, “I hope you pay more attention to Victoria’s recently signed Women’s Protection Act, not her son’s. Father!”

“Huh? What did Sophia Ford say?” Miss Lily Potter said again, inappropriately, after learning that Miss Ford was also being interviewed. “That woman is a liar!”

…

Given the low profile of Victoria Stark during her time at Hogwarts, the author cannot obtain more useful information from it, and from her records of multiple trips to the United States each year, it seems that even if she already holds a high-ranking position in the British Ministry of Magic, she still There are people she cares about and misses living in New York. We can also boldly infer from this that the secret lover favored by Miss Stark may not be from England. 】

The man took a sip of coffee, snorted coldly, put down the cup heavily, and turned to the second page.

Unfortunately, the content of the second page made his frown even tighter—

That was a vote on Allen’s fatherhood.

After the armistice with the Muggle Holy See, wizards began to face up to Muggle culture, and this boring reader interaction is what the Daily Prophet learned from Muggle text-messaging voting.

Voldemort’s fingers were already on the footer, ready to turn to the third page, but his hand was slow to move. His eyes were still drawn to the names on the ballot.

But even he was a little shocked by the imagination of the people. He stared at a little prince in Africa who was ranked ninth. The prince was handsome and golden, and his neat teeth looked exceptionally white against the background of his complexion.

Could it be that Ellen got too tanned while on vacation in Spain? He secretly made up his mind, next summer, this **** will not want to get closer to the beach. Children, isn’t it right and proper to study potions at home during the summer vacation?

“Good morning, darling.”

A familiar female voice sounded, the fingers that had just been placed on the footer were finally useful, and Voldemort quickly turned the pages of the newspaper as if nothing had happened.

Victoria appeared in the dining room with half-dry hair. She lowered her head and kissed him on the face, then turned to the newspaper spread out on the table: “What are you reading?—Wow, they took a good picture of me.”

After her voice fell, Voldemort’s eyes focused on the page he just flipped. It was the political news, and these boring and sales-impacting events were always reported later.

【Unity of the Magic World】

The caption reads, and the accompanying pictures look alright compared to the front-page gossip of Victoria shaking hands politely with him during a meeting.

[Miss Stark recently attended the signing of the Women’s Bill, which was promoted by this worthy lady. 】

Below is a line of small print annotating Victoria’s already well-known resume: “Hogwarts Incident” witness, who participated in the armistice negotiations for the Holy See War, and is now Deputy Minister of Magic.

“Good morning.”

Another familiar voice sounded, and the little boy’s slippers clicked, rubbing his eyes and kissing his mother.

Voldemort picked up the newspaper and shook it a few times. After seeing the rustling sound attracting the attention of the mother and son, he said, “Alan, you are seven years old.”

It is no longer appropriate to be so close to my mother.

“Father, you are already forty-five.” The boy looked at him with half-squinted eyes.

Voldemort looked at the dead fish eyes his young son was posing, and even after a long time he began to miss the days when people shivered in front of him.

The head of the family snorted again, displayed the newspaper, and stopped talking.

Victoria ignored this, and instead hugged the little boy and sat on her lap, kissing his cheek, “You will always be Mommy’s little cutie, even if you turn twenty.”

“…Forget it.” The son’s voice was extraordinarily calm.

“You’re spoiling Alan.” Voldemort finally said as he was getting ready to go to work.

“Admit you’re jealous, Mr. Riddle.”

“I didn’t,” Mr. Riddle changed the subject immediately, “and you don’t keep running to America.”

“Tony has entered a period of rebellion, and Howard has a headache. I have to help.”

“Besides arguing with that kid to drain his energy, did you do anything substantive?” He doubted how she handled it, “Why don’t I go there.”

“You don’t go anymore, my lord,” Victoria said with a look of fear, “the two of you together will be a disaster.” This situation should have occurred to her when she saw how Voldemort and middle-aged Tony got along.

Eight-year-old Tony Stark was inspired to invent missiles after spending a day with Lord Voldemort, the current minister of British magic.

Victoria surmised that if they met a few more times, the steel suit, which the Tonys began to study in middle age, would be on the agenda when he was ten years old.

It’s probably a superhero’s sixth sense of bad guys, she agrees.

After reaching the Ministry of Magic through the fireplace, the two of them squatted in the corner for a while as usual, and then went to their respective offices.

After the Millison incident and the armistice negotiations, Voldemort got his wish to become a minister. His ambitions seemed to have temporarily subsided, and his attitude in handling government affairs every day could even be regarded as diligent.

“Good morning, Victoria!”

Lily greeted energetically, and she and James both became Aurors after graduation. Peter and Lupin opened a broomstick shop in Diagon Alley and were told that business was booming. With the help of Voldemort, Sirius managed to get rid of Black’s heir and started traveling around the world with the money his uncle gave.

And Snape’s career trajectory, as he predicted, began to emerge in Potions a year after graduating, and it was obviously clear after that.

“Good morning, Lily,” she waved with a smile, “how are you feeling?”

Lily is finally pregnant a year after their marriage, and James is so nervous that he forbids her from coming to work, but apparently he fails.

“Excellent, thanks for your concern,” Lily said, then leaned closer and whispered, “I’m going to make Severus Harry’s godfather.”

“Harry?”

“That’s the name James gave him.”

Victoria bent down slightly, approaching Lily’s slightly bulging belly, “Good luck, then, Harry Potter.”

In the afternoon, Victoria’s fireplace suddenly lit up, and her secretary told her to go downstairs to the hall. There was a TV event today.

She looked up from the pile of documents and sighed helplessly.

Television was also one of the things wizards borrowed from Muggles, and once it was introduced, it became the most popular form of entertainment, and after half a year almost every family owned a TV.

The talented Minister Voldemort, after studying it with interest for a few days, decided to turn it into another publicity channel.

“I have to have a good talk with him,” she complained to the newly hired Arthur Weasley as she stepped into the elevator. “It will seriously affect our daily work.”

Arthur, who had never spoken to the deputy minister before, looked very cautious, showing a very tangled expression, not knowing whether to nod or refute.

When they arrived in the lobby, the camera and the host were already in place. Victoria immediately put away her complaints and stepped forward with an official smile.

Voldemort had already started to speak, and Victoria stood beside him silently. She was already familiar with the process. The man’s speech on courage and faith and rebuilding the magical world almost made her sleepy.

“And, today I have something special to share with everyone.”

Victoria was awakened by this sentence, stopped wandering, and looked at Voldemort with a frown. This is not mentioned in the outline.

But what surprised her even more happened, Voldemort took her hand, got down on one knee, and took out a dark blue velvet box.

“Victoria Stark, will you marry me?”

The Minister proposed to the Deputy Minister!

The staff of the TV station were almost boiling, and the ratings had been rising in front of them. The director-in-chief motioned for the camera to bring the camera closer.

“You know it’s a really Muggle way of proposing,” Victoria commented.

“No way,” Voldemort said in a volume only they could hear, “my recent political image is pro-people.”

“I don’t see any benefit to me by promising you,” she said in a low voice, with a smile of fake surprise on her face, “I’m rich enough, diamonds can’t impress me.”

The man opened the box. “Not a diamond. Victoria, you know what it is.”

It wasn’t a diamond ring, indeed, and Victoria was a little thankful that he didn’t end up copying the Muggle “roses, diamonds, one knee” set, although such marriage proposals have been very popular among wizards these days.

That is the ring of the Gaunt family, and it is also the soul-returning stone.

“It belongs to the wife of the Gaunt heir,” Voldemort said softly. “It belongs to you.”

Probably because she waited too long, the crowd had already quieted down.

Victoria looked at the man, and was amused to find that there was some panic on his face.

She raised her hand slightly. “I agree, Mr. Riddle.”

Voldemort put the ring on her hand as if afraid of her repentance, stood up and kissed her.

His kisses were as warm as showers and waves, with no regard for all the eyes around him. It was Tom Riddle’s style, she thought, charming, free, and winning, as if the whole world was bound to fall for him.

At this time, rose petals began to fall from the towering dome of the Hall of the Ministry of Magic, gradually covering the black and white checkered floor tiles on the ground, and the entire hall turned red.

She retracted her earlier assertion that Mr. Riddle was still tacky plagiarizing all Muggle marriage proposals.

The other protagonist smiled beamingly at the camera, “As you can see, she said yes (shesaidYES)!”

Could this be his goofiest moment in public? She thought, but the corners of her mouth rose involuntarily, turning into a smile.

Will we love each other forever? Will we always be passionate about each other? Has Tom really given up on his ambitions?

What kind of adventures will we go on? What will be arguing about? What amazing people will you meet?

To all the questions, Victoria didn’t know the answer.

But at this moment, she looked at her husband who had a lot of rose petals on her head, allowed herself to remove her elite face, foolishly laughed at her husband, and smiled and waved to the people behind the TV.

The future is left to the future. Now? all is well.

(And the next day Alan’s clear frontal photo was published in the newspaper, and it was found that he had almost identical features to Voldemort, which is another story.)

The author has something to say: “Everything is fine.” In the words of the HP ending: “Alliswell.”

Their meeting and love is full of legends, so let them make it public in a cheesy and hilarious way.

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