[HP] Tom next door to Mary

"Tom, why did you bite me?"

Seeing that he didn't answer, she asked again.

"You edited my memory." She was a little offended by his silence, and she was angry, still holding the half puff in her hand, "I never told you before, you edited my memory Go back, or—"

"Deduction of points?" He said quietly, as if discussing, "How much do you plan to deduct?"

"Otherwise, I'll go to Professor Dumbledore and ask him to change it back for me." She muttered.

Tom smiled a little, the kind you get when you hear a bad joke and then try to flatter it.

"Say you are, you really regard yourself as someone else's lover, Mary."

"Stop mocking me, you do this—" She stopped abruptly, thinking that it was nonsense to criticize re-education to Tom, she looked at the half puff in her hand, thought for a while, adhering to the principle of not wasting food Spirit stuffed into mouth.

"Anyway, if you must have done a terrible job that day, otherwise you would not be able to modify my memory, and I might not even forgive you again—one thing in person and another in the back, every time you go too far, you put Am I a container for you to vent?" Her voice was not loud, after all, there were only the two of them in the quiet school hospital, and every word could clearly enter his ears in the quiet atmosphere, and he could even hear Some grievances.

"Your spell is really powerful, I still can't find any mistakes in the memory of that day, but you still lost some things, such as you really bit me, or you are not willing to use it on me What about the healing spell?" She sighed, looking directly at his face, it was difficult to read anything from his expressionless face, and she remembered other people's comments - a quiet, polite and good student.And only she knew that there was arrogance hidden under this peaceful body.

She didn't want to pierce his disguise, for no other reason—just because they all came out of one place, and those little feelings of inferiority filled somewhere in her heart, and if Riddle stopped wearing the mask, he It is also difficult to survive in an environment full of institutions.

She tried to think better of him, although she knew that he was definitely not forced to do this, he had his own problems.

It's one-sided for her to think so, just like she knows Riddle's background, but doesn't know his real background.Knowing what his old days were like, not knowing the real filth in his heart.

In fact, the biggest mistake was that she found many reasons for Riddle -- out of kindness.She didn't think he was hopeless either.

"You take me for a fool."

She left another sentence, this period of time it was You She who said it to herself, which made her a little disappointed.

"Mary, do I need to apologize?"

Riddle spoke slowly. He was leaning against another table beside her. At first glance, he looked like a slender and beautiful boy who was out of the mundane world. In fact, he was just leaning lazily on the side, as if his words sounded sincere and easy to understand at first glance. But Mary could sense his perfunctory.

"You still ask me."

She tried to keep her tone as calm as possible, after all, a person who is sincerely sorry does not say such words and use such a tone.

"I'm sorry." He took out his wand and pointed it at her, which made her subconsciously flinch uncomfortably, her body instinctively seemed to have regarded him as a repeat offender, and now she was really comparing herself to someone who was taller than her. Her wise Riddle was helpless, "Don't be so nervous, Mary. I blame myself very much for my behavior and intend to return the real memory to you."

A white light flashed, her face was serene.That night passed like a carousel, because of these rumors that she drank too much, burned the letters, got drunk on Tom, and finally got bitten on the shoulder when he held him in his arms, and then burst into tears.

"I don't want to gossip with my grandfather!" She sat on the ground and roared.

Shame!What a shame!

She opened her mouth, her slightly wet bangs were curled against her forehead, her eyelids were half closed and she looked at the ground, her fingers clasped the skirt on the right side.

"Uh..." Her face was hot, and she hesitated, "Ah, that, I, it's not—oh."

"So it's not right for me to do this? Are you going to ask Dumbledore?" He smiled very innocently, insinuating that Mary was really easy to deceive.

"Stop talking about this!" She turned her head to the side, "I seldom do this kind of thing, you know, and it was you who arranged me and Dumbledore before—"

"I didn't say that."

"It's not what you said, is it correct?" Mary pouted and gave him a sad look, "But you can't modify my memory in the future, memory is unique, no matter good or bad—— And, I'll always know."

He raised his eyebrows and nodded.

"You have to swear." She offered him a few more desserts, which were regarded as an olive branch to relieve the stiff dialogue relationship, but Riddle didn't take it. He pushed her hand aside, approached her slightly, and swore that he should always be resolute, But his expression was slightly sinister.

"I swear on my life."

She likes to hear such insignificant promises.Although, the establishment of a lie requires more lies to maintain and make up.

The first Hogsmeade Day of the new semester at Hogwarts, Mary is thinking about this day, after all, this is the date that Ignatius highlighted after the last successful trip to Hogsmeade, I don’t know What is he going to do.

They actually don't see each other very often.After all, Mary works in this school that only has holidays to rest (especially she is still a nurse, and students' messy questions always pop up anytime and anywhere), except that Ignatius is working in the Ministry of Magic, they can meet each other The opportunities can even be said to be few and far between.

There are so many students on the street, especially those who have just entered the third grade. They keep shuttling back and forth on the street. Some people are tasting pepper urchins in front of the Honeydukes candy store, smoking from their mouths, and some people are carrying a strange-looking The big guy entered Devis Bains, and there was a man and woman kissing in front of the window of Madame Puddiffe’s teahouse, a sanctuary for lovers...

All this makes Mary feel alive, and Hogsmeade is simply a paradise.

"Mary."

He stopped her, and looked at her attire without hesitation—it was much more relaxed than her usual old-fashioned clothes. The aqua blue silk dress just covered her knees, outlining the figure he already knew , she put on light makeup, and when she met his gaze, she brushed her robe subconsciously.

"It's not ugly, is it?"

She lamented wretchedly that she didn't have many clothes.

He didn't rush to answer, but stretched out his hand, and quickly pulled off the false eyelashes stuck on her eyelashes!

"Tom! You can't learn how to behave like a normal person now, can you? Pay me back!"

How Mary would have cast a curse on his face!

"This one is kind of ugly." Riddle said so, and stuffed the false eyelashes into her hands again, and watched her press them on the top of her eyes with the remaining stickiness, and couldn't help laughing, "You'd better listen to me, otherwise it's really ugly. Like those beasts you drew when you were a kid."

Mary's hands took off the false eyelashes again like a spring.

She was offended!

"Don't bother me!" She passed him, took two steps forward, and then gave him a bitter look.

Unexpectedly, she turned around and bumped into a stranger.

She quickly apologized, "Oh, I'm sorry—"

Then she got a flower.

The rose was a shy bud at first, and then it bloomed in her hand, so delicate and charming.

After that, she just went to the place agreed with Ignatius, more strangers gave her roses, curious students went to her side, and some good-natured people also chanted the spell that can conjure flowers .

There are so many petals behind her, until she finds her and meets Ignatius, she can't bear those flowers.

The young man is holding an exquisite headdress, it is not the kind of guy that can be described with pale words, it must be made by goblins to make it look so shining.

"Mary, here you come!"

Ignatius, in his dark blue robes, smiled generously at her.

"I have a girl I like very much. I don't know if there will be mistletoe on my head when I stand with her, but I have liked her for many years. She never sleeps in History of Magic class, always hiding In the back of the crowd, she's smiling shyly and beautifully, but I can see her, I've always seen her, Mary Wall."

He wanted to give her the goblin tiara.

His face was as red as his hair, and his freckles were squeezed together by a smile, which was very vivid.

"Mary."

His voice was so small, but Mary still turned her head and saw the awkward young man who was good-looking in the crowd.

This made him feel a little smug.

Riddle knew that Ignatius would not listen to him, that he would do the opposite, so he told the truth.

He knew he would do something Mary didn't like, and he said it all, but he didn't do it, it's not his fault, is it?

It would displease Mary, he sneered contentedly in his mind.

He's looking for even the slightest bit of displeasure on her face, should she throw the extra flowers on the floor, berate him "This isn't my thing!", or just avert her eyes in embarrassment and tell him "You don't have to make such a fuss."

Not only did he not, but Mary didn't stay on his face for a few seconds. Seeing that he didn't continue talking, she turned her head away.

Then, she accepted the goblin's gift.She is very beautiful in itself, but few people notice this, but no matter how others lament this couple, he still thinks - she is not worthy of this headgear at all.

When the trajectory of things did not follow Riddle's arrangement, he felt a depression in his heart.

Riddle saw her happy, smiling.

The author has something to say: I feel that the writing was not good yesterday and I fixed it today.

Riddle: Haha, I didn't expect that, the Lord predicted your prediction.

Ignatius crazily stepped on mines.

Mary: Haha, I didn't expect that, I actually don't care about these things!

Riddle:?Woj

The phrase I swear on my life that Riddle said is Iswear on my life in English.