[HP] Tom next door to Mary

Mary was popular again at Hogwarts for a few days.

There is no other reason. After all, a large-scale confession ceremony in Hogsmeade can still cause a small sensation among the students. Besides, in the student days, apart from the dull study, the only one who can relieve worries and fatigue is Those can be conversation pieces at the dinner table, in the hallway, in the lounge.

This kind of talk does not make Mary feel distressed. In fact, even she can't hide it. She didn't tell anyone anything, but she didn't say anything. The joy overflowing from her heart couldn't be hidden. It is normal for people in the middle of the world to be happy in appearance.

However, she was nothing more than an ordinary person, and Ignatius did not make a big name when he was in school. When the rumor of "Dumbledore's little lover" proved to be self-evident, Mary was talked about. After a while, the students' topic had a new goal.

With Christmas approaching, the day Mrs. Elvis retired, her classes were getting tighter, even working into the middle of the night if she was trying to keep up with Transfiguration.

Since Ignatius was transferred to the Auror office, the frequency of coming to Hogwarts has decreased a lot.

Of course, he would often send letters to Mary. In the age when communication equipment was underdeveloped, waiting for a letter would always be full of anticipation.

Ignatius didn't have any special views on Muggles. In the letter, he would also tell Mary about the latest battle situation. In short, everything is moving in a good direction.

"Drink this and you'll be discharged from the hospital." She flicked her wand deftly, and used it to direct a small medicine bottle to float over and land in the student's hand.

He mumbled a thank you and drank the potion.

"Why do you students who don't want to do it have to fight every time Gryffindor fights Slytherin?"

After Halloween, the Quidditch Academy Cup, which is more important than the final exam in the eyes of students, kicked off. The first game was the old opponents for centuries-Gryffindor and Slytherin.

It may be that the excitement of Halloween has not passed, and the tension between the two houses has reached the point where it is on the verge of breaking out.There were several small fights in the corridors, which usually ended in something bad.

For example, the fourth grader of Slytherin, after he had a bad word with a Gryffindor, one of the two classmates had his hair turned into kelp, and the other had webbed palms, and they kept croaking.

I heard that the reason for the quarrel was that Slytherin said that Hagrid was suitable as a goalkeeper and that he would fall off first because the broomstick could not bear his size.

It's so boring!

"You don't know anything about Quidditch," said the fourth year.

"I really don't understand, I don't know that there is a rule that compares curses with classmates." She thought this student was very cute, and immediately wanted to ask him a few more questions, "Who are the players in the Slytherin house team? "

He chirped and chirped and listed a lot, and the names of those ancient families were all covered. Mary blinked her eyes and asked subconsciously: "Is there no Tom?"

"Tom?" Maybe this name is too common, so he hesitated for a while, but there is only one famous owner of this name, and he tacitly said: "Riddle is very capable, and it is absolutely no problem to enter the academy team , but it is said that he refused. I think he devoted all his time to the library. After all, he is really good. I have never seen such a good person. I dare say that in the past 100 years, he has not been smarter than him people!"

really can blow...

"Why are you asking about him?" He looked at her suspiciously. "You still call him by his Christian name. Are you familiar with him?"

I'm not familiar with it, but you can ask him how he got the scar on his left arm, and you can also tell him that he is welcome to come to the school hospital to pick up the scar cream.

Of course, Mary certainly wouldn't reveal that they'd known each other for a long time.She believed that Tom didn't want others to know, so she swallowed her saliva and pretended to be relaxed: "Didn't you say that he is a once-in-a-century genius? It shouldn't be a problem for me to be curious, right?"

He seemed to be convinced, he lay down slowly and tucked in the quilt, preparing to spend the afternoon in troubled waters in the school hospital.

Mary didn't chase him away, she took out a herbal medicine book and read it, and felt that some knowledge points were really difficult to understand, so she went to accompany Professor Billy to plant his mandrake.

Professor Beerly has been dealing with this strange plant for many years. When Mary was in the second grade, he told them to "wear earmuffs, and don't let their sound pierce the eardrums".

When Billy saw that someone was coming to help, he asked Mary to loosen more than half of the plants in the greenhouse, but Hufflepuff was always good at herbalism, so it didn't bother her. When I looked up from outside the third greenhouse, the sky of Hogwarts had already pulled down the black curtain, and was scattered with stars.

The night wind was a bit cold, blowing her blond hair at the temples.Her nose was reddened by the blowing, so she breathed out and covered the tip of her nose with both hands, trying to increase the temperature a little.

Mary's expression is always slightly innocent when she is expressionless, and when she droops a little eyelid, her eyes are always sad like they are always out of focus.

On the way back to the castle, the cold wind blew her face red again, but it seemed to add some blood to her pale face and soften it.

And when she returned to the school hospital, the Slytherin student had already left, and Mrs. Elvis had gone back to her house in Hogsmeade to rest, and she didn't comb herself when she was not working. So rigid, she let her hair down and tied it in a loose braid.She took another book, lit the oil lamp and read it slowly. The light reflected on her face, bright and dark.The only sound in the silent school hospital was her slow flipping of books.

When it was about time, she put on a dark red robe and carried an oil lamp to go on duty. In fact, she still liked patrolling. After all, she had never been in the castle at night before the curfew when she was in school.

If she had been a Muggle, she would have been horrified by the magical sights at Hogwarts—the figures in the portraits had fallen asleep, their soft breathing making the paint that depicted them float faintly.

Ghosts don't sleep, they're dead after all.Occasionally, there will be a touch of pearly white figure from the wall to the other side, they can't remember the names of all the students, those ghosts who often come to the lounge will be more leisurely, maybe stop to say hello to you, most of them Not even nodding.

She walked up and turned around first, and it took a while to come down—a section of steps moved to another place, and another section disappeared.

After the last round of inspection on the second floor, she also planned to wash up and go to bed.

This was the second time she had heard strange noises in the bathroom.

At first she thought it was another girl crying and howling, but it was a hoarse and strange boy's voice.

Subconsciously, she grabbed her wand, quickly went through the spells related to Defense Against the Dark Arts, walked into the bathroom, put on a serious air and said, "Who's there? The student?"

"It's curfew time, besides, this is the girls' bathroom, you—"

"Mary?"

"Huh?" Mary blinked several times before she was sure that the person in front of her was really Tom Riddle.It couldn't be someone else, his face was pale, but she caught the slightest frown raised, he just stood there, pursing his lips, his indifferent expression deepened most people's understanding of his exquisite facial features yearning.He will make people feel that he is an unworldly child who has strayed into his territory by mistake.

But Mary has no expression on her face. Although she knows Tom is a pervert, but...

"This is the women's bathroom."

She bit the bullet, tugged at his cuff, and dragged him out of the women's bathroom without looking at his increasingly hostile face.

"Don't tell me you're sleepwalking."

"It's sleepwalking." He replied, gnashing his teeth audibly.

"Sleepwalking, come with me to the school hospital for treatment now. You suffered from insomnia last time, but this time you sleepwalked?" She also looked angry and gritted her teeth. "Professor Slughorn knows—"

"Kramer! Kramer!"

Ahead of them, a bundle of canes floated in midair with a loud, harsh, popping sound like a deflated balloon.

"Peves! Don't call that that!"

Oops, there was something worse than meeting Riddle—a little dwarf suddenly appeared with a pair of evil black eyes and a big mouth, floating cross-legged in mid-air, holding the bundle tightly with both hands. cane.

"Kremer, it's so fun! Are you dating Riddle?" He swung his cane carelessly, almost hitting Mary in the face.

"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll go find the bloody Baro, I'm serious!"

Peeves stuck out his tongue and flew away, his armor clanging as he flew by.

"Mary, why did he call you Kramer." Riddle sat casually on a hospital bed, looked at her leisurely, and at the same time recited the surname silently, as if turning over a list in his mind.

"It's none of your business." She said fiercely, turning her head to reach for the cabinet above, "You take the potion and go right away—ah!!!"

One wave after another, the potion bottle in the cabinet above her seemed to be swallowed by darkness, and a simple skirt floated out of it, floating in the air.

Riddle could recognize the dress.

It had been worn by Mary for many years. It was an outdated style donated by others. It was covered with that ugly petticoat, which was a little whitish after washing.

He knew in a split second that this was a Boggart.He'd bet that Mary, or his disgusting fiancé, had post-war trauma, and he'd assumed she'd fear nothing more than that.

"Funny, funny!" She barely uttered the spell, watching the clothes twist and turn into a butterfly, followed by the wand and being locked back into the cabinet.

She took a long breath of relief and let it go for a while before saying to Riddle, "I can make a bottle for you right now."

"Mary."

He approached her, grinning viciously.

When he looks at Mary now, he has to lower his head slightly, his eyes are slightly lowered, and there is something hidden in the deep pupils. This may be the sign of every time he can express his opinion on Mary alone.

It is impossible to list them one by one with thin words, but can only be pointed out in a simple way. The evening wind of winter night blows his dark hair, and there is an unbearable itchiness.

Granted, he didn't put much effort into making Mary suffer when she was with the redhead, and of course it didn't matter, it didn't matter, it didn't matter—if he wanted to—but he had more Something to do, damn it!

Thinking of this, he even cursed in his heart excitedly.He was a descendant of Salazar Slytherin, and he was indeed born noble, with the blood of great ancestors running in his veins, and no one can match him.

He also firmly believes that for a person like Mary, she hinders him, like a tiny thorn stuck in the palm of his hand at some point, so small that he can't do anything about it, but time will not bring forgetting, because it will always be there.Every inadvertent touch is dull, which makes him have a paranoid urge to dig out the flesh and blood and dig it out.

Mary, Mary, Mary!

He's crazy, sick, unreasonable, trying to pull, crush, and torture people who don't matter to what he's always talking about.

"Are you scared?" He snorted disdainfully from his nasal cavity, "Looking at your usual smiling face, you also feel inferior, Mary?"

Once he has grasped Mary's weakness, he can humiliate her with confidence.

"I didn't say I wouldn't feel inferior." She turned her head to the other side, and pushed Riddle with her hand, meaning he shouldn't get so close.

"Did you tell him? Your boyfriend, your background...Wal, does he know what that means?" He reached out and pulled a strand of blond hair out of her loose braid. , has a weird problem with long hair like a normal boy.

He evoked a knowing smile, but he equated Ignatius with that stupid Muggle in his heart. That's the only person who could fall in love with Mary, right?

"Surely you didn't tell him. Say, he'd be mad? Oh, he's not that kind of guy...he looks straight--but he's just crazy! Say, he'd care ?"

"Mary, you know it's not good to lie."

Mary took a deep breath and leaned her upper body forward towards him, allowing Riddle to clearly count the moles on her face. Her expression didn't change much, but her voice became muffled.

"Tom, five points from Slytherin."

The author has something to say: Tom: Grass (a plant)

The Goose Little Theater hasn't been updated recently, let's update a little theater with two protagonists!

Tom: Don't call me Tom in the future, call me Voldemort, imlordvoldemort, remember, the French name, t is not pronounced.

Mary: ...Tom, are you darkened?

Riddle (blackened).

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