[HP] Tom next door to Mary

"Billy!"

"Tom!"

"John!"

Shouts followed the heavy knocking on the door one after another.Then, after a few more names were called, the girl stopped, holding a pile of food, watching several sleepy-eyed children line up in front of her, claiming their own breakfast one by one.

Said it was breakfast, but it was just a few slices of bread.

"Thank you, Mary."

The children who received the bread expressed their thanks in a sensible and well-behaved way. This is the custom of their orphanage, to express their gratitude to those who gave the food.Mary was the oldest of these children, and most of her contemporaries had been taken away, and now that the Great Depression was coming, no one wanted to adopt another burden.She is about ten years old now, and she can already undertake some simple manual labor in the orphanage.

"You should say something." She grabbed the boy in front of her who was about to leave after taking the bread. He had jet-black hair and pale skin, and was quite different from Mary's image—she had golden curly hair, Cheeks are always red.

"Thank you, Mary." He spat out something perfunctory and vague, and Mary let him go without bothering him.

"Mary! Come and help!" When the last child was in line, Mrs. Cole's voice happened to be heard. She gulped down the remaining piece of bread and wiped her petticoat, "Here comes—Mrs. Cole !"

Today someone donated a set of old furniture that was not needed, and the orphanage was short of staff, so Mary was there to help.When I finally got some time, it was already afternoon.

When she is free, she likes to sit in the corner by herself and draw with her only notebook and pencil. Recently, she wants to save money and try to draw the characters as small as possible, because the pencil and eraser are no longer enough.

The genial sunshine fell on her shoulders, and she drew pictures of the children running and playing in the distance. According to Mrs. Cole, some of these children would probably stay like her, for example: Tom Riddle.

What kind of child is he? Perhaps it is more appropriate to describe him as "weird" and "autistic".But Mary didn't think so. She had been with him since she was a child.She was about four years older than him, and she had watched him a lot since he was a baby, Baby Tom, with his red face always puckered up and his little mouth tightly pursed, as if in displeasure.He didn't like to cry when he was a child, and Mrs. Cole was always afraid that he had some congenital disease.

Mary helped Mrs. Cole change the diapers of the children when she first learned how to take care of the baby. In order to test Mrs. Cole's conjecture, she pinched him while no one was looking, and he still cried. At that time, she came to the conclusion : It seems that he is still very healthy.

At that time, Riddle's eyes kept staring at her, just like the snakes she occasionally saw in the yard, and Mary felt terrified.

I don't know if it's because I pinched him once when he was so young. After Tom passed the stage of babbling, the particularly coherent long sentence he said was "I will curse you Mary", which is not a good sign.

But what is the most talkative thing in the orphanage?Apart from forming cliques and being on good terms with adults, it is pure violence, and anyone who can beat him will listen to him. That is when Tom said this for the first time, Mary pinched him again.She is not afraid of snakes, she even eats snakes!

But Riddle didn't fear her either. When he got older, he almost devoted all his energy to fighting Mary. Of course, Mary felt that he had no other friends, so he could only find fault with her.After recalling the 30-day and 28-day fights between her and Tom, she once again decided that Tom's attribute also has a "revenge".

When he can't beat her, he will scold her, no one wants her, he looks ugly, and his name is ugly (Mary: we are the same!), but he is different, he is different from all of them, he will definitely leave this place Orphanage, do a great job, and when he sees that Mary is down and out, he will buy her and let her clean the toilet!Therefore, in Mary's eyes, Tom still has a label - pretentious.

In fact, Mary does not win every time, she will also fall into his tricks, his head turns very fast, and there are many ways, he can always make her suffer, it is much easier for her, and she will fight again. Stop it, you scheming little brat.

But she also had to be objective, because Tom was a rare good skin in their orphanage. If it weren't for the great hatred between him and her, Mary would be willing to draw him every day.

In other words, in the eyes of little Mary, there are more and worse words to describe little Tom.

At this time, John's kite flew up, and a group of children ran after it. Mary didn't think about Tom any more, and continued to draw with her head down.

"Mary, why are you so happy?"

Sometimes when you think of a person, he will suddenly appear beside you.

But Mary didn't intend to talk to him, but the visitor didn't understand her emotions.

"Tell me, what did the old hag tell you to do again today?" The sun on Mary's shoulders was completely blocked, and the boy stood beside her, speaking in a commanding tone, "Mary, you are like a loyal dog! "

"Where did you learn it? Are you looking for a beating?" Mary rolled his eyes at him, stretched out her hand and pulled him away, "You're blocking me from the sun."

"I see, Mary." The little boy's lips curled into a sneer, and he went straight to the point, "You went to the kitchen to steal something yesterday."

"Don't talk nonsense, I checked the room, everyone is asleep--" Mary immediately covered her mouth to stop revealing, she was indeed a little blunt all the time, she glared at the smug boy, and saw that he said that because he didn't lock the door And she sneered, and her attitude couldn't help becoming worse. She took an eraser and wiped carefully on today's smear, "So what? Are you going to sue? Mrs. Cole won't believe you."

"But she will become suspicious, and it will be more difficult to enter the kitchen in the future." He seemed to have expected the girl to say this, so he immediately presented a new set of rhetoric.

Mary's green eyes rolled around, and she thought that it seemed to be the case. She believed that Tom would definitely get carried away with some self-important ideas to show his extraordinary wisdom. She would never give him this chance, and she jumped directly to In the end, Lai compromised and replied, "I will take you with me when I go tonight."

Riddle was a little disappointed because Mary read his thoughts, but he still struggled for a long time before saying "it's just what I want".

Immediately, he found an opportunity to ridicule her again. He stared at her drawing book, and he couldn't say that it was a malicious tone, because——

"What are you drawing? A beast?" Riddle didn't like the children in the orphanage, but this time he really wanted to make it clear that they didn't look like this.

"Haven't you heard of Picasso?" She really didn't know where the six-year-old he learned so many sullen expressions and unpleasant words.

Tom didn't care about her dog/shit style anymore, sitting far away from Mary, sitting alone under a tree, reading his book quietly.

Summer is a bit stuffy, and even at night you can’t get cool. Mary wears donated clothes. She is a bit old, and there are not many choices. Two sets of clothes are changed in turn, and a long skirt is worn from the ankle to the calf. Belly, more and more ill-fitting.

Maybe it was because there were too many boys in this orphanage, but Tom was a bit better. He was always a little taller than his peers, with two thin legs dangling under the black shorts, only the knees were slightly pink.

It was not the first time that Mary had slipped into the kitchen, but the first with Tom.Fortunately, he has never been an oil bottle in this regard, and his hands and feet are very nimble-although there is not much food in the kitchen.

A bag of flour that is almost bottomed out, a pitiful amount of butter, fresh vegetables, a box of tea, half a bottle of gin... It's not too bad, or it can be said to be lucky, Somewhere in the corner they found a half roast chicken wrapped in tinfoil.

"It's designated to be hidden by Martha, she was sneaky today." She made a little guess, then opened the tin foil, tore off a piece of chicken skin and put it in her mouth. It can melt in the mouth, and they can only eat a little meat during the festival. Of course, it is not that the administrators here abuse children, but the lack of supplies makes the entire orphanage stretched.

As an orphan, it is not bad to be able to eat.

Riddle was a little dissatisfied, just watching her eat, what is his purpose for coming here?He stepped forward to snatch the roast chicken, but Mary pushed him, leaving his black blouse with a few oily handprints, and he wanted to scold her in disgust, but at this moment she tore off the only chicken leg and stuffed it for him. He said, "Here, here it is for you."

Of course, Riddle didn't think he could only get this, he pointed at her with the chicken leg, as if it was the cane of those gentlemen on the streets of London, Mary didn't know why he could say so arrogantly: "I want your hand Those ones."

Mary glanced at him calmly, stretched her neck and bit down, half of Riddle's chicken leg was gone.

"Mary! You!"

Mary gestured for the next bite.

In order to protect the remaining half of the chicken leg, he quickly stuffed the ones in his hand into his mouth. Seeing that Mary ate more and more, he continued to reach out his hand to signal.

"Isn't the gin in your room, Mrs. Cole?"

It was Martha's voice!

"I remember I put it in the room, or in the kitchen, you can find it, it's time to have a drink today."

An adult's voice was heard not far from the door. Both of them were shocked, but they were reluctant to part with the leftover roast chicken. They saw that the kitchen window had been sealed by iron bars, and there was only a small high vent to open. for them to escape.

The roast chicken can't be taken away, after all, they never cooperate to deliver things.Mary quickly tore off the pieces of meat on top and put them into her mouth, not forgetting to feed some to Riddle too, no matter who was in the stomach, a little bit could be taken away.

Then they climbed up the cupboard at breakneck speed, jostling each other, trying to be the first to crawl through the vent.

Riddle wanted to step on Mary to climb up, but how could Mary give him this chance? If she lived a few more years, she would have an advantage in physical strength. Instead, she kicked him first, and when she stepped on his knee, she kicked him. Jump reached the vent with both hands, and climbed out first—but Riddle would not let her succeed easily, and when she was about to turn over, he reached out and grabbed her ankle.

And the footsteps were getting closer and closer to the kitchen, Mary struggled, but Riddle seemed to be determined that I can't get out and you don't want to go, the small palm grabbed her tightly, and Mary squeezed hard. He kicked him on the head, which he probably didn't expect. He was very angry. He didn't want to be humiliated by someone like Mary, so he opened his mouth and bit him in retaliation!

The pain was excruciating, but Mary didn't cry out. She kicked him harder and watched him fall back and fall on the cabinet. At this moment, the kitchen door was opened, and Mary had no time to come back. Thinking about something else, I flipped out.

The next day she saw Riddle standing in the yard as punishment, staring at her fiercely the whole time, as if seeing the curses he said would come true.

She still should do what she should do, help Mrs. Cole, and occasionally flatter, but today is a bit inconvenient to move, and the bite that was bitten by Riddle yesterday formed a blood scab, and under the rubbing of the buckle shoe again and again, Cracked again, then healed again, she was so patient with flesh wounds that she didn't care about them.

But what she didn't know was that from now on, this wound would be like a poison, and it would be worn down repeatedly until it became a scar forever, which has been with her for the rest of her life.

Not a day later, Riddle's revenge came. She helped Mrs. Cole organize her clothes and numbered them. When she was free, she couldn't find her drawing book. Except for the management of the children's room No one except the staff can lock it by themselves, it must have been stolen, and the prime suspect can be dragged out of the next door without thinking about it.

When she was about to go to Riddle to settle accounts with great momentum, the smoky smell of burning paper was already wafting in from the window of her room.

She leaned out immediately, and saw Riddle looking up at him too, his dark eyes were harmless enough, as if he was doing what a child in this world should do.

It's just that she needs to ignore that when she kicked him last night, the sole of her shoe scratched the corner of his eye.

He tore off her picture albums one by one and threw them into the fire made of leaves. The shadow of the flame danced on his pale face, and he slowly revealed the initial malice——

"Mary, is this your baby?"

Mary looked at him expressionlessly, her lips pursed slightly, but she immediately turned around to stop her impending collapse, and ran away.

Just as Tom Riddle's pupils flashed a slight ray of successful revenge, a bucket of clear water poured down from above him, and the tin bucket was thrown on the ground with a rattling sound of metal colliding, following Riddle's actions. With irregular circular motion.

"Tom Riddle, do you want to see me cry? Impossible." She lifted her chin proudly—

"Stop playing with fire, you still can't."

The author has something to say: Six-year-old Tom Riddle is not like 11 years old. Seven is a magical number for wizards. Generally, children start at seven years old, but Tom likes seven very much. I think he also starts at seven years old. of.

This article is really easy for Tom to be beaten by Mary when he was a child...