[HP] Tom next door to Mary

Mary had a good night's sleep.

When she got up and got dressed, not to mention pajamas, she wasn't even wearing a dressing gown.

It must be alcohol, or is there another explanation?

She even drank!She doesn't know how to explain this hangover behavior, too happy to break Tom's head?Well, this does make sense...

This kind of unprecedented behavior for herself, when she fastened the stockings with clips, she had already found many perfect reasons for herself. When she tied her hair up, she was completely ready to face the new day up.

"Why is this..."

When she stepped into the bathroom, she heard a small wail. She almost thought that she had encountered a ghost, but immediately, she thought, this is Hogwarts, and ghosts are floating around!As long as it doesn't go through her body...

But the wailing turned into sobs again, intermittently, which made her wonder if Hogwarts had a new ghost in the past few years, and there was no such a crying ghost before.

Suddenly, the door of one of the compartments was opened, and the girl stepped out—short, with glasses, and some pimples on her face. This was not the pearly white soul she thought, but a real student. .

She was sorry for imagining her cries as howling ghosts and wolves.

"Are you okay?" With a feeling of sympathy or guilt, Mary rummaged through the pockets of her apron, "I have tissues here."

"Oh!" She didn't seem to expect anyone else, but she didn't take the tissue, waved her hand, turned on the faucet and wiped her face with water indiscriminately, "I'm fine...I can't be okay every time, right? If I accept your kindness, then the next time someone calls me a fat myrtle or an ugly myrtle, I will be even more sad if you are not around."

She said to herself, maybe she is indeed a little nervous, but fortunately, Mary can preliminarily confirm that her name is Myrtle, a victim of school violence.

"If you feel unwell, you can come to the school hospital. I'm usually there." Mary patted her on the shoulder and left the bathroom.

On the way back to the school hospital, it happened that Dumbledore was about to give a lecture on Transfiguration. He stood cheerfully at the door of the classroom, browsing a few pieces of parchment, which seemed to be homework for the students. At this time, he also noticed Mary, and followed She said hello.

"Come and see, Mary!"

To be honest, Mary was a little uncomfortable. Of course, it was not because of Professor Dumbledore himself, but because she remembered those false rumors, but she still walked over politely.

"It's really interesting what these students wrote about the principle of the summoning spell. It seems that I will talk more about this today..."

Mary didn't quite understand either, so she could only echo "it is".

"Look at this again—" He then turned to the next sheet, "This classmate wrote—"

She bit the bullet and nodded, not knowing the meaning of Dumbledore's actions. In the end, Dumbledore might finally see that she was on pins and needles, and began to ask: "Do you feel troubled, Mary?"

"Me? No, Professor."

She almost had embarrassment written all over her face.

"It's okay, Mary. I mean...the rumors." He put away the parchment, she had a habit of twisting clothes with her fingers when she was nervous, "Sometimes, the more you care, the more people like to take these things." Talking about things, from nonsense to facts, is just like this.”

It turns out that Dumbledore also knew about these rumors. Mary felt a little unhappy about being coddled in front of Dumbledore before, her face was a little hot, "But I am not as great as you, I have to think about what others think of me ..."

She also felt that Dumbledore thought so because he was walking around with too many false or true remarks, and these had never been related to a small person like her, so he could say "Don't worry about it ", because she is not on the same level as him at all, is she?

She thought so, a little dissatisfied.

"That's natural, that's natural. However, if you face it generously, the rumors will disappear over time." Dumbledore said again: "Do you want to come to my class?"

Her eyes widened slightly, "Can I still come to the class?"

"I have already said hello to Borth and Armando. If you want, of course you can come to my class. Now this class happens to be a fifth grade class..."

"Of course!" She felt guilty for her dissatisfaction with him just now. Obviously Dumbledore is such a good person, how could she think of him so much?What are these rumors compared to being able to learn knowledge again?But... if it's going to take time for transfiguration, she'll have to work harder at herbalism.besides......

"I don't seem to have a textbook..." She said with a little embarrassment.

"That's easy. You can write to Lihen Bookstore and ask them to mail it to you. For today, it's...good morning, Tom." He waved behind her.

Mary turned her head and saw that Riddle, whose head was broken by her yesterday, was replying with a smile: "Good morning, Professor Dumbledore—and, Mary, good morning, what happy things are you talking about?" ?"

She also nodded, the smile in her eyes didn't fade away, as if there was no barrier between talking to him today.

"I invited Mary to my class, just now, you don't mind letting her read your textbook today, Tom?" Dumbledore said with a smile, and the blue eyes behind the meniscus lenses watched him downcast. She seemed to notice her joy.

"Of course I don't mind."

"Come in then, Mary! Lessons are about to begin."

Dumbledore entered the classroom first, and then the noisy students lowered their voices slightly, and when he casually introduced the auditors, they looked back curiously and boldly at Mary, who was sitting next to Riddle.

By the way, many girls sighed in their hearts, Riddle is so handsome, and even endured this Dumbledore's little lover to read his book!He was used by Professor Dumbledore!Act as a tool between him and his little lover!

Mary could only force herself not to think about the meaning in their eyes. She sat beside Riddle with some embarrassment, watching him turn the book to what he was going to talk about today. The second-hand book was already full of notes and ticks. Outlined, a small part of the handwriting is scribbled, while most of the others are his own notes, neat and tidy, and these notes are more meaningful than printed fonts.

Riddle pushed his book towards Mary as if he was in a hurry, and began to write something on the parchment himself, as if he had already learned the current lesson completely, and he didn't need to listen to another sentence.

Mary didn't feel bored at all during the two consecutive Transfiguration lessons. On the contrary, she was in high spirits even during the recess. She tried hard to digest the notes in Riddle's book, which was even more interesting than what Dumbledore said. She can understand - of course this is not to say that Dumbledore's speech is not as good as that of a student, it just means that she understands Riddle's writing style better.

"Are you preparing for the OWLS exam?" She couldn't help being curious, but there was also a hint of envy in her words.

"Hmm." The simple monosyllable didn't express whether his tone was good or bad, Mary thought maybe it was just another decoration for his image as a good gentleman in front of everyone.

Their relationship has become extremely bad, and it is difficult to speak, but they are already evened...

Forget it, who knows what he thinks.

Mary originally planned to stop talking to him, but she immediately ran into a problem with today's topic: the disappearing spell.

She tried to chant the spell, but it might have just lightened the shell of the snail used for the experiment in the end.

Help Dumbledore?There are already enough students around him - he can only pin his hopes on Riddle, who is writing hard, why is he so eager to learn!Before asking for help, Mary couldn't help but sigh.

"Tom, I have a question, it's just... about the Vanishing Curse." She said tentatively, "I can tell you what you want to know, such as—this."

She elbowed him to let him take a look at her, and she stretched out her finger to scratch the scribbled words in the old second-hand book, and her fingertip rested on a word-"Mirror of Erised".

"I know where this is."

Riddle met Mary's eyes, as if exploring whether there was a lie in the green, and finally he said: "You shook too hard."

He naturally held her hand and guided her to wave his wand. Finally, he tapped the snail with the tip of the wand, and it quickly disappeared out of thin air.

"Almighty Merlin, this is amazing. You are indeed a genius, Tom." Even Mary couldn't help admiring him, "I will do what I say. Do you want to see it, Mirror of Erised?"

"I know where it is." Riddle narrowed his eyes, as if he was quite disdainful of the "secret" that Mary confided, "I know much more than you, Mary."

"Alright then." Mary shrugged, anyway, she had achieved her goal, and if he knew, she would have nothing to exchange.

"You've seen it, what did you see?" Riddle suddenly became interested in this, and asked subconsciously.But he already had the answer in his heart, what Mary wanted was nothing more than...

"I saw a happy family, my parents, my lover, and a lovely baby!" Mary smiled shyly holding her face in her hands, "It's a bit embarrassing to say that, but I have That's the picture that came out through it for the first time in [-]."

Yes, that's right.Riddle secretly complacent, look, Mary likes these useless, illusory things, and he bets that it hasn't changed now, this kind of ordinary person is always striving for stability, longing for the abstract emotion called "love" .

"What about you, Tom?"

He watched her lying on the table and looking at him lazily. He could guarantee that there was a teary puppy hidden under her skin.

"You won't understand—"

"Did you conquer the whole world and become the ruler of the world, and then we kneel down in front of you, it's too powerful, the king of the world!" She clenched her hands into fists and said pretendingly.Then she quickly moved closer, causing him to step back a little subconsciously.

"I have to keep my voice down. You are the most charming and outstanding Mr. Riddle in the school now. You shouldn't have such dictatorial ideas."

She even felt that there was a bit of embarrassment exposed on Riddle's expressionless face, and she found it very interesting, and she was playing him self-righteously.

But he didn't think so, he thought of last night.

For him, this is just a simple memory modification spell.He was confident enough that she thought he had just drank a little Firewhiskey and passed out in a hospital bed.

He didn't want to do it, he could have sworn to it.

He thinks about developments before he acts so that they don't go the way he wants them to.However some things are really out of control, he has to admit, like that finger of his...he could have sworn again that he was just trying to get away from those two very ignorant annoying witches, he could have More lessons to teach Mary than to tuck her fingers around her laces and wait for those two uninvited guests to leave.

Because of this, he inadvertently opened the not-so-strong knot, but the apron wasn't hanging on her body, which didn't really matter.

【Drip】.He really didn't think about it carefully, and that kind of thing happened, and he was ashamed of himself.Fortunately, this person is Mary, she is a kind of mute, she will not reveal anything about them.

After thinking of a convincing reason, the next thing will become natural.

It made him look clumsy, but it didn't offend him.He was thinking about how to get rid of her burden, he didn't believe that it was self-taught, his hands started to slip, and he didn't care to listen to what the two outsiders were saying, "It seems that there is really no one" Sorry tone. 【Drip】.

He finally found the zipper. He thought that the sound of the chain teeth sliding was much louder than the sound of closing the door, so that he was a little excited.

Well, finally freed from this dreary space in front of the windowsill...in every sense of the word.He did feel a little hot, and he shouldn't even wear a corded vest in this weather.

【Drip】

He needs to get closer, he thought.

【Drip】

He really didn't like the position, she lay lifeless on the bed, reminded him of that old woman Cole told him, how his mother gave birth to him, and gave him such a "good Name," and died not long after that snowy night.

She is really vulnerable.

It's so sad to die.Moreover, Mary has become not strong enough. Although he is happy every time she cries, he can't just let her die like this, even if she is insignificant, because he has his own plans.

【Drip】

He didn't come to an answer quickly, and rubbed his nose with his hands uncomfortably, telling himself to calm down in all aspects.

She has found a comfortable position to hold him, but as for him, he really hates this instinctive reaction, obviously he has no feeling for her at all, really, he can swear again.

"It's all your fault."

As he said so, he opened his mouth and bit her shoulder, heard her whimpering in pain, and held her tightly in his arms, like a dryad entwining an innocent antelope with vines.

It's all your fault.

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