[HP] Tom next door to Mary

"Mary, why are you so happy?"

This was the first sentence the black-haired boy said when he sat down.

It was as if he had already chewed and chewed in his mouth, and couldn't wait to say it out.

"Me? Am I acting obvious?" The blond girl opposite him blinked and poured him a cup of black tea with a teapot.

The boy nodded, raised his teacup and took a sip, his eyes fluctuating with the tea.

"Hugh is back from the front line..." Her bright emerald green eyes were also stained with a smile, and she sat down opposite him, "I want to take care of him, so we decided to get married!"

"Hugh?" The boy's tone didn't have as much emotional ups and downs as hers, and a vague outline appeared in his mind, while Mary didn't change much in his memory, "The son of the old milkman?"

"Mary, who is it?"

His gaze followed the source of the voice, and looked at the young man named Hugh—he was about 25 years old this year if he remembered correctly, but the scars on his face aggravated the estimation of his age, and he His body is also mutilated, the fabric of his right calf and right arm has collapsed, and he is staggering from the master bedroom on crutches.

After the black-haired boy met his scrutinizing eyes, he lowered his eyes and took another sip of tea, with an indiscernible smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Mary, the black tea you made is still very bad."

Mary frowned, "I don't remember you being very knowledgeable about tea."

He shrugged noncommittally.

"Hugh, this is Tom, Tom Riddle. I think you've seen him before, I saw him in the street today--what a coincidence, isn't it? We haven't seen each other for nearly four years." Mary stood up, He walked to Xio's side and extended his hand, but he refused her support, and slowly walked to the table and sat down.

Riddle nodded to Hugh.

"It never occurred to me that you would choose Muggles."

"In my opinion, marriage has nothing to do with status." Mary bought another cup of tea for Hugh, "Tom, would you like to stay for lunch? We just moved here, and it would be more lively with one more person."

"I am glad to."

Mary opened her mouth to say something, but she was only polite, asking him politely if he would like to come to the house, politely asking him if he would like to have lunch.She felt that this was not the gloomy little boy in her memory, who always had some malicious words in his words, he was too polite, especially when facing her...?Their relationship in the past was not so good.

But she also felt that maybe Hogwarts brought him a huge change, after all, it was indeed a beautiful place.

Mary tidied up briefly and walked into the kitchen.

Now there are only two people left in the living room, and Xio was the first to break the silence. He moved his lips, and when he uttered a long sentence, he realized that his voice was also filled with lead, hoarse and lifeless.

"Why did you come to Mary?"

"You must be curious about the word 'Muggle'." Riddle answered irrelevantly. He seemed to be talking to Hugh, and he seemed to be talking to himself in the air.

"What is a Muggle?" Xio really followed him and started a new question.

"It's someone like you." Tom's words contained obvious disgust, and Xio jumped up as if he had been poked in some sore spot, "Are you talking about me like this?! This is war—it's war Honor, the army gave me a medal—"

"Do you think a normal girl would marry you for this?" He snorted, and looked Xio up and down with mocking eyes, "You know that Mary has a lot of things to hide from you, don't you? And it just so happens that Mary and I are sharing this secret, and I don't think she will tell you... Maybe when you dragged her to the battlefield with those bright and stalwart reasons, she was already thinking' Oh, why aren't you dead yet'?"

He then took a sip of the half-cold black tea, narrowing his eyes slightly, "Do you need me to tell you - she has been pitying you."

"You nonsense! Do you like her?! Mary loves me, she loves me—"

Riddle didn't answer, he glanced disdainfully at the anxious Hugh, and then met Mary who was coming out of the kitchen.

"What are you talking about, so loud?" She glanced at Xio who clenched his hands into fists, as if afraid that he would get angry.

"Oh, I just suddenly remembered that I have something to do, I need to go to Diagon Alley, I can't have lunch here." Riddle stood up, "I'm very sorry, I will treat you to dinner next time, Mary."

"Do you have money?"

Riddle paused for a moment, then chuckled, "There are still some treats for you."

"Let me give it to you." She took off her apron, and wrapped her hair behind her ears with her fingers. The corner of Riddle's mouth curled into an arc, and she did not refuse.

When Mary returned to her small apartment, Hugh still maintained that posture. There was no smell of food spreading from the kitchen, but an indescribable smell of paste. She hurried into the kitchen, turned off the fire, and ran out to talk to Xio who was sitting at the table confronted each other.

"Did you adjust the fire?!"

"I thought you would talk to that young man and not come back until I died." He pulled out a sinister smile, and the huge scar on his face was also hideous.

"Why do you think so, Hugh! It's only been--don't you remember Tom? Tom Riddle!"

"Let me ask you, what is a Muggle?" Xio only grasped the word, he stood up abruptly, his tall figure blocked Mary, "Tell me!"

"It's just a word, don't worry about what he said...it's a word we created when we were young, he saw me, and maybe he still has those habits..." Mary felt a headache, why did Tom put Magic words were mentioned directly in front of Xio, and Xio would care so much...

"Don't you dare tell me what it means? Please, is this a little secret between you and that kid? It's just a word!" Hugh patted the table heavily, making the petite Mary stunned.

"Yeah, Hugh, it's just a word!" Mary's voice also rose, "You don't have to be so sensitive, let's sit down and talk—"

"Sensitive? You said I'm sensitive, you think I'm disabled, so you think I'm sensitive and suspicious?!"

"I didn't say so, Hugh!"

"Get out—get out!" Hugh pushed and shoved Mary with his good hand, causing her to stagger and nearly fall to the ground. She glared at him and rushed out the door angrily.

She couldn't figure out why Hugh was like this, she agreed to almost all his demands, he said let her go to the front line together, he said let her marry him, even where he wanted to live she followed him, just appeared A Tom, a boy who was not a playmate in childhood—

"Mary, why are you outside?" Riddle's voice sounded at the right time, and Mary raised her head, a strange guess sprouted in her heart, as if he had calculated the time to appear in front of her.

The boy held a delicately wrapped gift box in his hand, he looked at her with a smile and said, "I thought you were having lunch now."

"You're back from Diagon Alley, so soon?" Mary's doubts expanded in her heart, creating bigger arcs one after another like ripples.

"I came back in a hurry after picking out a gift for you, a wedding present." He gestured for her to continue, "After all, I only found out today that you are getting married, Mary, because I don't know when we will meet next time, I think I'm going to get it to you quickly, I have to go now before I'm done."

"Tom, you..." That kind of doubt appeared again, and Mary felt that after a few years, she could get along with Tom in peace, but she didn't quite believe that the boy who cursed her every day when she was a child could So...to her?

Maybe because he saw her heart, he lowered his eyes and said with a faint smile: "We used to spend so much time looking at each other and hate each other, and only after the war did we know how precious each other is. Moreover, by my side, Only you are like me. Mary, I just wish I could be friends with you."

There was nothing wrong with these words, and Mary's thoughts began to rewind. Perhaps, Hogwarts really cured him.

"Oh, Tom, I really don't know what to say, you know, I never thought we could be friends." She took the gift, with what can be called a big smile, "But I can't open it right away, On the street, allow me to write a letter later to express my thanks."

"Of course." Riddle nodded, and immediately he made a move that surprised Mary even more - although it was just a simple hug, it was just out of courtesy (she never felt that Tom was polite to her when she was a child), and Mary looked at him. Looking at him, the 15-year-old was already taller than her, which made her even shorter, but this further inspired Mary's idea that "as an older sister, she needs to be more calm and not lose her momentum".

She sorted out her expression and saw him glance at the apartment where she lived, which reminded her that there was Hugh at home. Although they had a quarrel, he was her fiancé and she had to take care of him.. ...she has to go back now.

"Lunch should be ready. I think the breathing time is over. I look forward to seeing you next time, Tom." She said politely, "You have changed a lot."

"You haven't changed."

Riddle waved her hand, his smile widened, and his voice below was a little soft, as if saying "see you later".

Mary didn't pay much attention. When she returned to the small apartment, Hugh was no longer at the dining table, and he shut himself back in his room. Mary sighed. She blamed Hugh for not coming. Like wind and sand, it sprinkled on ordinary people like them, turning into mountains, and they couldn't breathe under the pressure.

Everything will be all right when the war is over, they have plenty of time, Mary thought.

She opened the window, trying to diffuse the smell.At this moment, she saw the gift she had put on the table again. Since Hugh was in her own room, she should open it here.

She pulled the ribbon away, and the small box inflated rapidly, turning into colorful balloons that rose slowly, and with a bang, a red balloon exploded.

Mary was taken aback. There was a picture of the artillery fire in her head. She blinked quickly, patted her forehead, and kept telling herself that it was just a balloon, don't, don't think of anything else——

The second bang, Mary must not confuse it with the explosion of balloons anymore, and she sees Hugh standing in his bedroom doorway with a Webley revolver/gun, facing the balloons that are still constantly floating in the little box .

"Hugh!" she exclaimed as his pistol/gun was pointed at her.

"Mary, are you going to betray me?" He stared at her viciously, and she heard the click of the pistol/gun/wheel/disk rolling.

"Betrayal? What are you talking about? Put the gun down, Hugh!"

"You want to run away with that kid, don't you? I'm a disabled person anyway, and you want me to die!" He shot another balloon, and Mary flinched. He took out his wand and cast an Iron Armor Charm silently.

"What's that, what's that little stick you got - stop telling me it's something you two were playing with when you were kids, Mary, you're 19! What the hell are you doing with it?! It's what!!!"

His heart was controlled by jealousy and inferiority, and his third shot hit her iron armor curse, and the translucent iron armor curse burst open. Mary resisted her fear of guns/armors, and had to Pointing at him with a wand, "Hugh, calm down, let's talk, I'll tell you, I'll tell you all this, you put the gun down first..."

"I don't, Mary, I put down the gun and you're going to run off with that Riddle! Now tell me—what are you hiding from me!"

Forced to do so, Mary waved her wand, and the cockroach broke away from Xio's hand, floating on the ceiling.

"You! Witch! You're a witch!!!" Hugh yelled in astonishment, he was completely out of control, as if he finally had an outlet to excuse his end, "Witch! Wicked witch!!! You confused Kill me! Let me go to the battlefield to die! You made me a useless person!"

"I didn't! Hugh!" Things became even more difficult. Mary waved her wand to get the gun, but another balloon exploded, and her hand holding the wand trembled. □□ fell down.

He tried his best to jump up and regain control of the gun, and shot at Mary without hesitation. She turned sideways and couldn't dodge. The bullet slashed her waist, and she collapsed on the ground, soon scarlet and wet. took off her clothes.

Xio's hands couldn't stop shaking, he called her name in a low voice, he didn't know if it was because he was afraid that she would really die, or it was a kind of confession to regain his sanity.But all he knew was that he was at an end.

The last bullet in the gun/box passed through his head from his temple.

Finally, there were no more balloons in the box, and a piece of paper flew out from the box, with capable yet fierce fonts shaking slowly on it.

It finally landed on someone's blood, and was eroded by the blood bit by bit.

"Congratulations on your marriage, Mary."

Tom Riddle's handwriting is beautiful.

The author has something to say: Demining: The article is written according to your own preferences. If you like other styles, please use your own pen!

Riddle is human, and the heroine is indecisive, so don't embarrass yourself if you can't stand it!

My chronology is pre-accepted, I hope everyone will pre-accept!give it a chance!

Chronological copywriting!In the column!The title of the article is "70s Zai Zai wins by lying down and dreaming"

Jiang Qiaoqiao had a dream and learned that she was a cannon fodder in an era.

Cousin came here through a book, from now on he will open the scum dungeon, threatening to fuck all the girls, Jiang Qiaoqiao is the first victim.

Her own sister was born again, and from now on she kicked her sickly fiancé to Qiao Qiao, intending to marry the hero of the original book.

Waking up from a dream, 11-year-old Jiang Qiaoqiao was criticized as a liar.

At the dinner table, she looked at the educated youth father who threw away the shopkeeper, the country aunt who took her cousin for dinner, the younger sister who had become indifferent, and the mother who was busy with other things...

she swears:

Get rid of weird relatives.

Teach my sister to be a new person.

Study hard and take your mother to eat meat every meal.

Never let the things in your dreams happen!

Jiang Qiaoqiao can predict the future in her dreams, but no one believes her.

Just when she was at a loss, the gloomy young boy in the neighborhood next door expressed his trust in her and wanted to help her. This was their little secret.

Jiang Qiaoqiao smiled sweetly: "You are so kind, I will bring you a few more white rabbit toffees in the future."

What she didn't know was that this young man was the sickly fiancé who was severely tortured by her own sister in her previous life, and he was also reborn in order to avenge her sister.

He thought, prophetic dream?Isn't this the stepping stone for him?

Unexpectedly, the fiancé not only got better in health, was admitted to university, but also relied on his own efforts to become rich. When he returned to his hometown, he was full of energy and became the dream lover of all the girls. My sister regretted it.

But he just looked at Jiang Qiaoqiao, and smiled: "Will you give me the white rabbit toffee that you agreed before?"

# He wants her more than revenge.