[HP] Tom next door to Mary

She must have done something out of the ordinary that night, she deduces when she gets Ignatius' letter.

Dear Mary, allow my rash question, the last letter...that is, the one I sent on September 23rd, I think it has fallen into your hands at the normal speed of owls. Holy crap, but I lost sleep a bit without waiting for your response, and I don't think it's a huge request - am I overstepping the mark by inviting you to dinner again?I'm very sorry, but I still want to ask you a second time, I want to have dinner with you, anytime, anywhere.

what to do!She has no impression at all!

letter?Iggy sent her a letter?

The letter of September 23rd... the timing was right, but she couldn't find it at all!There was no way she could have thrown Igg's letter away, was there?

The second point was discovered when she took a shower the next night. There was a bruise on her shoulder. When she spread the soap foam evenly on her body, she accidentally scratched the blood scab with her nails. Then she looked at the wound in the mirror Still bleeding slightly, indicating that the new injury was not long ago.

It was a bit like a bite mark, but it was scratched by her again, and it became less clear.

But this is enough to prove it.

She knew that the night would not be spent peacefully, Tom would definitely think of some way to fight against her, they wouldn't have a direct fight, would they?

Mary attributed the bruises on her shoulders to legitimate battle injuries.She thought that she must have never hit Tom, but judging from Tom's performance the next day, he should not have tasted any sweetness, otherwise—that's right!He must have modified his memory!

She was extremely annoyed that someone had tampered with her memory, because it was a very personal thing, and no matter what happened, those memories should be preserved.

Although she thought so, she didn't really want to confront Tom.On the one hand, she really doesn't want to argue with him anymore, and this vicious circle has caused her more losses so far.On the other hand, she is 19 years old, and she feels ashamed to fight like a child with a 15-year-old boy (even if the 15-year-old is called Tom Riddle)!

Let's just say she's on the staff at Hogwarts and she's with a fifth year student - well, then she's naive to throw books at him, and she promises she'll never do it again, She is a mature adult.

So, what she should do—stay away from Tom, and stop making a fuss because of him.

The reply letter from her and Ignatius was simply a combination of apologies. Of course, she would not say why she lost the letter, but she just found a random reason and agreed to his invitation by the way.

He's a nice guy, Mary thought.

I am now 19 years old, and in half a year, she will be 20 years old. She hopes to enter the palace of marriage early, but the luck is bad, her former fiancé...

In short, she was going to try to accept someone new, and dear Merlin had shown her the way.

Forgive her for planning her love like a calculation, she just wants to hurry up, no, it doesn't mean hurry up, she just wants to get a warm home at her best age.

In her first 20 years, she struggled in the Wall Orphanage, which was barely fed and clothed, and then she had an incredible four years at Hogwarts, but the outbreak of the war made her feel like she was constantly being bombed. She is as tired as London. She has seen the battlefield of horse leather shrouds. In every busy day and night, those green lives leave sadly. Surviving is her greatest encouragement.

She survived, but she was too small to be worth mentioning in front of anyone.

Here I have to mention Tom who insisted on beating her, and she is even more dust in his heart.

She will always be alone in this world, so it doesn't matter if she has to work hard to make this connection into two, three, or more.

At least before the age of 22, she counted on her fingers.Hopefully the war would be over by then, she prayed again.

She ran to the owl hut to pick out the biggest owl, and fed it a lot, just to make it fly to Ignatius as fast as possible.

It's just that she didn't know that Ignatius could arrive so quickly.

"Ah, I'll come as soon as I'm ready, I thought you'd be free today!" He apologized for his abruptness, he hesitated a little in front of Mary, always timid.She wasn't displeased by his inability to let go, but it greatly increased her vanity.

He seemed to really like me, she thought.

After get off work, she quickly changed into her combat uniform and appeared on the stage—well, it was just a simple silk sundress to cover her injured shoulders, and the weather was getting a little colder.

When she came out of the school hospital, she saw Ignatius talking to Riddle, what a strange pair, this kind of people who have nothing to do with each other... It's not her narcissism, it's definitely talking about her!

She supported the wall and raised the heel of her right shoe for the last time, and stepped forward in three steps, "Ig, I'm ready, do you want to go?"

She gave Riddle a strange look, and Riddle just gave her a cursory glance, nodded at Ignatius, and set off for the auditorium.

"What did you tell him?"

"It's nothing, I just asked some questions." He shrugged briskly, as if nothing unpleasant happened, "Let's go to Hogsmeade."

That's right, Riddle seldom reveals his hopeless bad temper in front of other people. The library and the school hospital are also on the same floor, so it's not impossible to meet him by chance.

Ignatius didn't speak to her when they walked to the school gate. He was recalling the brief conversation with Riddle, which happened by coincidence. He wondered if, as Mary's old neighbor, he would know her better— —

"Excuse me for a moment, you know Mary very well, right?" He happened to meet Riddle coming out of the library when he was waiting for her, and stopped him.

For a moment he felt a cold aura emanating from him, but it disappeared so quickly that he chalked it up to an illusion.

"What's the matter?" Riddle didn't answer his question, but casually glanced at the entrance of the school hospital, "Is it a date?"

"Ah, yes." He stretched out his index finger and rubbed the tip of his nose, pretending to be cheerful, "When I finished reading "Twelve Effective Ways to Attract Witches" and found that the book was useless, I thought of asking for help. Just about everyone else, I like Mary, and I think you got the feeling from a long time ago that she was really, really good girl, too, right?"

"If you want to confess, you must tell her that you love her." Riddle somehow became understanding, but he still didn't answer his question directly, but talked about Mary's preferences: "She doesn't like Diamond jewelry, especially don't like the sense of ceremony, is a simple person."

Riddle's words are full of sincerity, but they are indeed a bit blunt, "I think the war has brought her too much pain, so the sooner this kind of thing happens, the better, you should understand?"

"To be honest, I don't know when I will come to formally talk to her..."

"I have no right to interfere, but I have a good suggestion. On the third weekend in October, I said...as soon as possible, but it can't be today, right? It seems that you are very sloppy, but she is now You can't walk too far to work here, are you going to confess in Hogsmeade?" Riddle made it impossible to see that he had any other intentions, and he was really good at persuading others.

"Oh, it should be!"

"Ig, I'm ready, do I want to go?"

"Egg! Egg!"

Mary's call pulled him out of his memory, "Sorry! I was thinking about an important thing just now, do you have time for October NO.17?"

"There's still three weeks to go! But it should be. It's the first Hogsmeade Day of the term."

He nodded thoughtfully as they had just left the school gate, "Then I hope you are ready that day, I plan to invite you to Hogsmeade again, oh, can you put your hand on my arm now, we Getting ready for two broomsticks."

It wasn't long before they entered the small hotel.It was crowded and noisy, warm and smoky, and a curvaceous, pretty-faced woman was tending to a rowdy group of wizards at the bar.

"Rosmerta! I heard that you have been very close to a pure-blood wizard recently, are you going to get married?" one of the sloppy wizards teased.

There are everyone in Two Brooms. I heard that the former store was called "One Broom", but no one knew anything from the proprietress.

They ordered two butterbeers for an appetizer, and to be honest, this level of alcohol would not make people feel dizzy at all, but Ignatius suddenly came alive, and Mary had never seen him communicate with her without coddling In the current situation, he is now completely let go, as if he has grasped the key points that are bound to succeed.

However, she didn't hate it either.If Ignatius is always timid in front of her, she really has to consider whether she has a plan with him next.

"Look at that singer!" He pointed to the female fairy singer who was singing, she fiddled with her fingers casually, and the picture in her lyrics appeared in the air, "The Blind Pig Bar is here for a trip, I inquired about it today, in a few days Probably going to Italy, we're lucky, aren't we?"

Mary followed everyone and whistled at her, "But they're not really friendly to us."

"The goblin rebellion, you know, it's actually pretty hard to coexist peacefully between highly intelligent species - speaking of which, you're the first person I've ever seen not falling asleep in History of Magic class, so you're taking notes I Just looking at you..."

"So you became the second person who didn't fall asleep?" Mary picked up the glass, took a sip, and gently wiped the foam on her lips with her fingertips.

"No, still asleep." He crossed his arms and laughed. "Rosmerta! Two Firewhiskeys—would you like some dessert?"

"Of course!" I haven't eaten dinner yet!

Ignatius has a thorough research on desserts, not so much thorough as he is really delicious.

Mary has a grudge against Flame Whiskey. On the one hand, she really likes it, but on the other hand, she really can't stand this kind of high-alcohol wine, so when she starts to get dizzy, the gentleman Ignatius can only send her. Back to Hogwarts.

But this time he was a little bolder. He half hugged her and felt this soft body leaning against his arms, which was enough to make his heart elated.

He thought a lot, and finally decided that he must confess his love to her on his next trip to Hogsmeade.

Mary only remembered that she came back with a lot of desserts, fell asleep on the hospital bed, but it was not dawn when she woke up, and it was still dark outside.

Although she had a headache, she still tidied up her surroundings again—after all, she couldn't treat the school hospital as her home, so she could do whatever she wanted, right?

She concocted a little potion for herself to relieve the headache, and then wondered where to store the desserts.

She went to the bathroom to freshen up, and she realized that something was wrong when she came out. It was late at night, and there were still people in the corridor!

Which teacher is on duty today?

"Professor Billy?" She pulled out her wand and said "Luminescence" silently, but she almost woke up from the drink when she saw the person coming, "Tom?!"

Riddle seemed to have just turned around to observe her, and then quickly glanced at the ceiling.

"What time is it!" She took the wand and moved closer, "You are lucky that you met me today, of course, if I see you still in the corridor next time, I will deduct points for you! I Do you think that if an outstanding student is deducted points, everyone will be curious and annoy you by chirping?"

"Didn't you just come back, too, on a date?" he said slowly, completely dismissing Mary's threat.

"I'm back early!" She pointed her wand at the ground, "Go back to the dormitory, you violated the school rules."

"Be quiet." He stopped him impatiently, and looked into the corner again.

"What? What are you listening to?" She was a little quieter and began to listen too, but she felt that Tom was playing with her.

"I don't know." Riddle paused for a moment, "Is there any medicine for calming the nerves? I have insomnia."

"Oh, I just tuned it up a bit, come with me." She pushed Riddle lightly, "But it's not okay for you to run out because of insomnia, take more back, and give me a good time next time Lie peacefully on the bed."

He wanted to laugh at her too much from this sentence, and then saw the white light shining on her face, and the water droplets slipped from between the brows to the tip of the nose, and suddenly there was nothing to say.

"Here. Go back." She handed him the potion, and he looked at the potion with a thoughtful look, as if thinking about whether she had poisoned her again. Thinking of the night when her memory was tampered with a few days ago, and her injuries...

"Do you want to eat something? I think you don't intend to drink the potion I made, why don't you have some?" She picked out a soft chocolate puff from the pile of pastries, but she didn't let him catch it. Instead, she kept holding it. Say, meaning "I'll feed you".

"No..." As soon as Riddle refused, she stuffed the puff into his mouth and forced him to take a bite.

She leaned against the table, dragging the elbow holding the puff with the other hand, carefully examining the bite marks on the half of the puff left.

She turned up the short cuffs and made a simple comparison with the wound on her shoulder. A series of actions were carried out under Riddle's eyes, but his eyes did not flicker at all, as if it had nothing to do with him, Until she raised her head to meet his calm eyes.

"Tom, why did you bite me?"

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