[Comprehensive Yingmei] Pengwen walks readers

Where is Chelsea?

Tom, who grew up locally in London, certainly knew.

There's an area on the north bank of the Thames where the famous Harrods is - that's where Tom passed by so many times.

He remembered that he was wearing a gray robe with a waist, and was led by the mother to pass by the bustling area——

"Bow your head!" Mammy reprimanded sharply, "We are going to church, this is a sacred road, take your rogue eyes away from those young masters and ladies! You will never be able to use those things in your life!"

Tom bowed his head, but also secretly cut Mammy's belt by magic, causing her to pull up her trousers in a panic.

Noble, young master and miss.

After entering Slytherin, he thought that as a wizard, he would never have such a moment to bow his head among his kind.

"I'm Black, Walburga Black." The girl with high cheekbones and a waxy complexion introduced herself, and then looked critically at him who was wearing a second-hand robe, "What about you?"

Riddle, as Riddle, you have to bow your head.

but……

But he didn't want to bow his head.

He wanted to throw his head high and look contemptuously at the stupid crowd in awe.He wants to walk freely in this world, walk proudly everywhere, walk through Harrods, walk through Knightsbridge, walk through the Slytherin common room, walk through the long moldy family tapestry of every decaying family , tearing off the stinking faces of those arrogant people.

But just now, what did the girl with the name of the land with honey and milk say?

She said his grandfather, Marvolo, Marvolo Gaunt, was of Slytherin descent.

He didn't care what a bastard fool that old bug was about to rot in Azkaban, the most important thing was that he had Slytherin blood in his veins, holy blood that had flowed through the river of thousands of years, from Marvo Luo's blood vessels flowed to his mother's blood vessels, and then gurgled into every tiny channel under his pale skin, warming his heart, allowing him to really raise his head high, and lightly making those robes smell of mothballs The master and miss bowed their knees in awe——

"I am a descendant of Slytherin, his last heir."

"...he recognized me." Chelsea whispered to Ye Xi.

Ye Xi was not very interested, so he moved to the edge of the bed: "Oh."

"Oh what?!" Chelsea was extremely dissatisfied with her reaction, "That says a lot!"

"I know." Ye Xi said wearily.

"Why are you so sad, is this your attitude when talking to me?" Chelsea was unhappy.

Ye Xi lifted the quilt: "No, I said...even if you want to whisper to me...you don't have to share a bed with me, right? I'm so hot!"

"Sleeping with you is for your face!" Chelsea was well-known by her father, "otherwise how can we whisper? Faye has been staying with us all the time."

"Car, Faye is on another bed 2 meters away from us, are you sure she can't hear you?"

"I used a soundproof spell! She can't hear!" Chelsea couldn't help but squeezed closer to Ye Xi, "You should listen to me!"

Mr. Gua: The rebellious period...the daughter's rebellious period...be patient, be patient...

"First of all, there is a big difference between me and my mother, and my father recognized me very quickly!" Chelsea was very proud, "Do you also think I am cuter?"

Ye Xi yawned: "...well, you...well, yes."

Dear daughter, shameless, it's obviously your idiotic eyes that have been staring at him from the common room to the auditorium, and from the auditorium to the library. His father just has red eyes (no!), and he is not blind.

"And I think my father also has a good impression of me." Chelsea said happily, "Did you see that he shook my hand?"

No, Ye Xi shook his head very honestly.

"Then let me tell you that I shook hands with him for a long time." Che was immersed in those few seconds, "I always like to hold hands with my father. We used to hold hands when we went out together. Dad has big hands. , and the fingers are not thick at all, but they look good. His palms are a bit thick, but it feels safe to hold them. When I was young, he could wrap my hands, and when we grow up, we will interlock our fingers—”

Ye Xi stared at Chelsea with dead fish eyes: "Wait a minute, what is it, fingers intertwined?"

"Yeah, what's up." Chelsea said innocently now, "don't you and your dad—oh, I'm sorry."

Ye Xi was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that Tessie's father in this book seemed to be a homeless bastard.

"It's okay." Mr. Gua said this with sincerity, "But aren't your father and you getting a little too tired?"

Chelsea is a little annoyed: "How??? It's all because we love each other? We are a harmonious and happy family! My dad gave me the most love!"

Ye Xi picked out his ears.

This statement sounds wrong everywhere.

"I just want to know if Tom can guess that I'm his dearest daughter." Chelsea began to imagine happily again, "Even if I haven't been born yet... But blood keeps us connected across time and space!"

"...Why don't you and your father look alike at all?" Ye Xi couldn't help asking.

Obviously, in her original setting, Chelsea's appearance is basically Voldemort with a sex change?

Chelsea took it for granted: "Because I look like a mother!"

Ye Xi was about to spurt blood.

No, girl!How can a child and mother be carved out like a mold, but the father's genes are not reflected in the child at all?Are you a clone of your grandma? ? ?

"What are you doubting?" Chelsea pinched Ye Xi's face, "I can speak snake language, isn't this the proof that I am father's biological child?"

Ye Xi was pinched by her own daughter, and she muttered inwardly.

...Harry can also speak Parseltongue. Could it be that he was born of Voldemort and Lily?

James: Ah Choo.

Lily: Ha Chirp!

Snape: Whoa-chirp! ! !

Hogsmeade Open Day.

Faye huddled under the blanket and refused to get up. She said that she must have a good sleep, otherwise the dark circles under her eyes would be as big as Hella.In the end, Chelsea had no choice but to go to Hogsmeade for her.

Oh, and some black guy named Tessie can't leave school either.

Chelsea hadn't gone to Hogsmeade through the main entrance of the castle in a fair manner.She had seen Lucius bring Narcissa candy from Dukes of Bees, warm butterbeer, and the joke chair that disappeared as soon as she sat on it, although she made a dismissive look on the surface-but indeed, these gadgets she They can all be purchased by owl mail, and they can buy one box at a time-but in her heart she really wants to go out and play.

The experience at the Pig's Head Bar last time was really not very good. The gloomy and messy shop, the boss with a fierce and bad service attitude, and the drinks that made her terrified.

Oh, and Dad who mysteriously appeared, telling a story about his melancholy past.

Today she is going out of school to play!

Go to the three broomsticks she has been longing for for a long time!Duke of Bees!Literati!Zuo——

"Ah, it's... Chelsea?"

Chelsea turned around quickly, with a surprised smile on her face.

"You recognize me!" Chelsea, who had just stepped out of the school gate, was blushed by the cold wind, "Hi, Tom! Are you out of school to play too?"

"...Well, but not in Hogsmeade." Tom twirled his wand, seeing Chelsea blushed, and realized that she forgot to bring her scarf, "Where's your scarf?"

"...Ah." Chelsea tugged at the collar of his shirt, "I came out in such a hurry, I forgot to bring..."

Tom smiled helplessly, waved his wand, pulled off a beige cashmere scarf out of thin air, and wrapped it around Chelsea's neck with his own hands.

"Missing things and forgetting things." He muttered.

Chelsea didn't dare to move.

"...Thank you." She whispered.

Tom smiled, "You're welcome."

"You are, where are you going to play?" Chelsea asked while pulling the new scarf.

"Chelsea."

"Ah, here I am!"

"I mean, I'm going to Chelsea." Tom laughed. "Didn't you say your father had a good time there? Just right, I want to go there too, shall we?"

"Really? Are you willing to take me with you?!" Chelsea jumped up happily, "Let's go then! I've never been to Chelsea—it's strange to pronounce my name—go and play there!"

Tom looked at the bouncing little rabbit and couldn't help smiling.

"Do you know what Chelsea has?" He asked the little girl. Chelsea thought for a while and said immediately, "I know there is a team called Chelsea! That little bastard Tessie called me Che Che behind my back. knew!"

"Tessie, that blonde girl?" Tom was surprised, "She actually knows about the Muggle team."

"Tessie knows everything. Her father has been taking her around to collect debts when she was a child." Chelsea muttered.

Tom raised his eyebrows: "But do you know that Chelsea's home stadium, Stamford Bridge, is not actually in the Chelsea area?"

Chelsea stared angrily: "What? Why?!"

"I don't know either. Anyway, Stamford Bridge is in the Fulham area."

"Move here!" Chelsea waved his chubby paws in fluffy gloves, "Just like Eric moved the stadium, move directly to Chelsea!"

Lao Wan from another world: Ah Chirp.

"You domineering little girl." Tom laughed.

Chelsea is confident: "Dad said that what belongs to you must not be compromised."

They had already walked slowly to the place where they could Apparate. At the edge of the village, Tom stopped and looked at the little girl who had just reached his shoulder with a smile.

A child spoiled by his father, innocent and pampered.

but……

He recalled that face that was similar to her but very different, that face that seemed to be hiding something on his mind.

But the other girl, what was she thinking?

Why are they so similar on the outside but so different on the inside?

"Will you Apparate?" Tom adjusted his scarf.

Chelsea said: "Of course I won't, I want to learn, but my father strictly forbids it - he is afraid that I will be separated, and when he comes home from get off work one day, he will only see one of my legs in the room."

"Your father's worry is justified. Little wizards can't concentrate, and it's easy to separate. Even adults can separate." Tom said, and then extended a hand to Chelsea, "so... this Come back, I will show you with your followers."

Chelsea held her breath and offered her right hand, and Tom wrapped hers around his.

"It might be a little uncomfortable to go," said Tom. "Come on, close your eyes. One, two, three—"

"Snapped"

With a slight crack, the boy and the girl disappeared in place.