[Main HP Comprehensive British-American] Lolita

Her words made the students start to riot, but the teachers' expressions were not good-looking, and Gilbert slapped the table fiercely: "Nonsense! Nonsense! What reason does the minister have to do such a thing?!"

"Let's go back to Millison Barnold herself," Victoria raised her voice slightly. "She's a half-breed, unmarried, and seems to want to dedicate her life to charity and her people. Such an almost flawless resume. But there is a secret behind it, probably no one knows, her mother was a very devout Catholic who died of depression after finding out that she had married a descendant of the devil and had children."

"Our ministers have so far been cautious, but she seems too excited today," she sneered. "She put her faith at risk. I'm sorry, ma'am, but your ignore spell seems right. I'm useless, from the moment I entered the hall, the thing on your neck is very conspicuous."

As if to confirm her words, the layers of spells cast by Mrs. Millison were completely ineffective, the silver cross was exposed to everyone's eyes, and Grindelwald winked mischievously at her.

Screams rang out from among the students, and nearly everyone on the bench drew their wands.

"Stay still, Mr. Plimle," Professor McGonagall threateningly increased the force of his wand on Edwin's neck, "finish your trial."

Mrs. Millison remained firmly in her seat, "You can continue, Miss Stark."

"You're great, ma'am," said Victoria, "Mr. Plimell has been stressing to us that his mother would not approve of his union with Angela, and while Mrs. Vanessa was known for her pure-blood supremacy, Angie Ra was also pureblood, which made absolutely no sense. Until I discovered the fact that Mr. Plimell never called Mrs. Vanessa his mother, and that the mother he said was actually you."

"I stumbled upon Mr. Plymell and Mrs. Vanessa arguing a few days ago, but according to the 'mother' that Mr. Plimell called out, that's probably not the real Mrs. Vanessa, but you. You're right With a fake identity, I said, 'Unfortunately, it's a mixed race', but now that I think about it, you are actually the part of my wizard that I disdain."

"You're right," Mrs. Millison admitted happily. "If you had known you were pureblood, you wouldn't have a chance to stand here."

The original situation was completely subverted, and the truth gradually became clear, but this victory did not bring any joy.

Victoria glanced behind her as her friends watched her as if they would never be far away and betrayed.

She eased her breath and spoke again: "Like Mr. Plimell, Mrs. Millison needs a death, but it must be voluntary. So she supports Mr. Plimell's revenge and perfects for him. And execute the plan, but forgot to tell him the fact that there was never a random death, because in the beginning, her target was the naive Angela."

Millison laughed, and the smile was so light and pleasant that it made one's teeth chill, "I just tried her out a little and told her everything, including her dear fiancé's little secret. Then I asked her if you were dead or Dorothy Miss Rhys Rogers, which side do you choose?"

Edwin closed his eyes in despair, his out-of-control behavior in the morning was no disguise, because he really didn't know it would be Angela who died. He felt the pain so much and wanted so much to stop.

But Victoria didn't stop as he wanted.

"The last piece of the puzzle," she said, "why Millison Barnold needed a sacrifice. The first principle of alchemy is equivalent exchange, but there are always loopholes that can be exploited, and here's the situation, Thanks to the voluntary sacrifice of one life, in an hour we will be buried with the castle."

This time, the students went into real panic, but no one screamed again.

"That's why you're so calm," Victoria raised an eyebrow, "there's nothing more fun than watching a group of dying people collapse in panic, not to mention that we all shed what you think is dirty blood. "

Millison's face showed a strange and peaceful frenzy. She took the cross in her hand and kissed it, and said silently, "The God who commanded the light to shine out of the darkness has shone in our hearts to let us know The light of God's glory in the face of **** Christ."

Grindelwald was the first to react and cast a confinement spell on her, but her mouth continued: "...We are surrounded by enemies on all sides, but we are not trapped, and we are troubled, but we are not disappointed-"

Victoria interrupted her: "But I never said you've made it, Ms. Barnold. In fact, even if you wait three days, your alchemy circle won't work."

Disbelief flashed on Millison's face. No one had ever interrupted the formation that had already begun. Unfortunately, Voldemort added a silence spell, and she could only stare at Victoria with resentment.

Grindelwald dutifully announced the end of the trial, and the two were escorted to an empty classroom, and when the magic circle at Hogwarts returned to normal tomorrow morning, they would be sent to the Ministry of Magic for further interrogation.

The students burst into cheers, and while Victoria was clearly seen as a hero to stop the crisis and do justice, everyone forgot her unpopularity as Dolores.

Then James squeezed up to her side, tucked her his invisibility cloak, and she nodded gratefully to James.

"Go," the boy said. "I know where you want to go."

James was right, she did have a place she wanted to go.

"You're here," Edwin didn't look up, he knew she would come, "if you expect repentance and weeping, you're going to be disappointed."

"Is this the justice you want?"

"You don't understand," Edwin said. "Mother is a very nice person."

"It's you who don't understand. Dividing people by blood is the stupidest thing I've ever seen. And it's even more incredible that you didn't realize it was wrong even after losing Angela."

"Then what can I do?" Edwin looked up sharply, "As an accomplice to Vanessa's dirty secrets? I saw her kill my father! So I have to believe in something, I have to worship God... otherwise, my soul will be crushed by these memories."

"Excuse me!" she said, "it's just because of weakness, just because of blind obedience, it's easier to live. Religion can't save people, your faith should be justice, kindness, and integrity that no amount of pain can destroy. Heart."

"You are so arrogant, Stark. You didn't even try to understand me, you tried to convince me. For me, someone reached out to that little boy, and that person's way would be my way, she My faith will be mine, even as I struggle and suffer here."

"What about Angela? Don't you care about her love?"

"Clearly she loves you more."

"You're wrong, she decided to die to save you. Because that's the only thing she can do for you. She didn't even leave a single word, and she didn't want to embarrass you at all."

Edwin covered his face, but there were no tears when he moved his hands away, just a sigh: "It's too late, Stark, too late. You're the one who was going to die, you know? Because mother said you Hearing our conversation, I didn't know she wanted to kill everyone at the time and didn't care if you heard anything."

"I never really wanted to kill you, and I didn't think I could. So you don't know how happy I was when my mother told me not to. She told me that there was a new purpose, you don't have to die, and someone Take care of everything for me, I don't even have to do it myself. In fact, you can figure it out if you think about it, but I'm too scared to think about who the person who replaces me is."

Victoria remembered that she had asked the boy about his ideals a long time ago. At that time, he thought about it very seriously, and he was even a little shy when he talked about it——

"Probably because of stupid and arrogant reasons like wanting to practice justice in one's own way."

"Then... bye, Edwin," she said.

"Goodbye," he replied softly, "Dolores."

Victoria walked out of the empty classroom where he was imprisoned, and Edwin began to recite in a low voice: "...even if I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will not be afraid of harm, because you are with me, your rod, your rod, comfort me. You have prepared a banquet for me in the presence of my enemies, anointed my head with oil, and filled my cup. Goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell on the in the house of the Lord forever..."

Victoria walked slowly back to Gryffindor Tower, unsure how to face the enthusiastic crowd. Angela's death does not seem to be worth mentioning for the joy of the rest of her life. She was ordinary and mediocre before her death, and not many people really miss her after her death.

Then she stopped because she noticed a person standing in front of the portrait of the fat woman.

"I thought you might really want to go home," the man said, "so I'm here waiting for you."

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I hope you enjoy this story, which is the beginning of this article.

And if you have religious friends, please don't feel offended, this chapter only represents the heroine's point of view, you can scold the heroine but not the author.