[HP] Tom next door to Mary

There will always be some sharp-eyed students who will find that the hourglass of the Slytherin house is a little less than before, even if it is only five emeralds.

Students in the lower grades love to ask this question, who is it?what's going on?There were still some before the curfew yesterday?

Which student was caught on a night tour?

But not a single bit of news leaked between the colleges.Fortunately, another five points for Slytherin when Riddle was in Potions class, and the matter was settled again among those who were good.

Check out our senior Riddle!The smartest student in the school!With him, Hogwarts has been the champion for several years in a row!

But who knew that this point was originally deducted from him.

He should have been angry at the time, but he just showed a refreshing smile. He didn't really care about this kind of thing, and he didn't even think it mattered. After all, the sense of collective honor had never been reflected in him.

He just hated that self-righteous, even hilarious, funny face after Mary deducted his points.

She thought it would make him sad.

"Tom, are you busy?" A pleasant female voice interrupted his recollection. The next second, a slender hand covered the parchment in front of his eyes. His eyelids drooped, but he didn't show any disgust. , Immediately, he raised a polite but not alienating smile.

"What's the matter, Miss Black?"

"Oh, Tom, you can call me by my Christian name." Riddle's eyes fell on Miss Black's straight black hair, and her pea-green eyes blinked and blinked playfully, but Mary couldn't help it. This sense of vitality.

But he thought, Mary's pupils are much darker than hers, maybe if she tries hard, she can see through.

"What are you and Covis up to lately?" She combed her long hair with her fingers, and pouted, "It's all hidden from me. I asked Abu, and he was also mysterious."

"I can only play with the boring Bernice. You know her, she cares about some Muggle warfare every day, as if she is really going to charge." She was not angry because Riddle didn't answer her, Like she's just looking for a vent to say something about her day-to-day, "Alphad loves to hear that, I don't feel it, I have more interesting things, my parents are getting engaged to me, I'm not like Bernice , I think getting married is very fun, I have just grown up, and I will soon have a fiancé, I feel this is very exciting—but, my family hasn't decided on a good candidate yet."

"Forget about Avery and Carlo, they're not my type, Corvez is just like my friend, and besides, I'm tired of going to the Lestrange house, Prewett... ..." She took advantage of the opportunity to sit on the empty space on the sofa next to Riddle, and suddenly became emotional, "That Ignatius, actually confessed to the school hospital in front of so many people! I can't even think about it! I She's a mud, Muggle-born, if I remember correctly! Oh, what did he think, isn't his mother mad?"

Blake has a good temper, and he comes right away, and starts pointing at Mary about everything.

Riddle glanced at her pale face blushing, and said sharply: "It seems that you like that Prewett very much."

Blake was interrupted by Riddle's sudden sentence, and his face turned even redder, "How could I like him?! He was very boring when he was in school, and he liked to study the protection of magical animals, and told me Thestrals really aren't scary, bah! I wouldn't like him, and he doesn't have a good eye at all!"

"I met Mr. Prewett once, and I think he is indeed a nice person." His fingers slowly flipped through the parchment that recorded the cumbersome runes, and his tone was a little careless.

"Do you think so, Tom?" Sometimes, a simple affirmation is more meaningful than more elaboration, and Miss Black's attitude suddenly turned 180 degrees. Saved me in flying class, thanks to those damn broomsticks, I guess the school wants to use them into the 21st century!"

"But he has a girlfriend! He's still a Mudblood! I can't lower myself and compete with that kind of person, right?" Blake stopped referring to Mary as "Muggle-born", and he gritted his teeth even more when he spoke. up.

"Oh, don't be angry, it's not worth it. Who, I say, can't like you? Besides, aren't you getting engaged? There's always a way, Lucretia dear."

Riddle pursed his lips, exuding understanding.The fire in the fireplace danced recklessly with burning charcoal, and at the same time, danced in Riddle's eyes.

After that, he occasionally took a word from Lucretia. He was not interested in hearing her gossip and gossip. He thought about his Walpurgis knight, the basilisk he had tamed, and Donkey Leitlin's great last wish.

But he just quietly wrote the paper on the sidelines, and never mentioned Ignatius again.

This is again like a seed that inadvertently floats into the soil of someone with a heart.

Within a few days, something had been added to the wall of an empty hallway at Hogwarts.

Between the two windows, something was clearly scribbled on it, glimmering in the light of the torches.

The chamber of secrets was opened.

Those who are enemies of the heir, be vigilant.

This is not the most frightening thing. In the corner of the wall, a student stared wide-eyed. He must have seen something terrifying, and his body was extremely stiff, with his fingers pointing to the other side. Things have long since disappeared without a trace.

"Another student has been petrified." Professor Billy sighed, his eyes full of anxiety, "The Mandrake will not mature in half a year, how should we explain to the students' parents?"

"Their parents are Muggles, I think we can hide it for a while-" Slughorn said halfway, looking at the other professors in the school hospital, "I don't mean anything else, and I don't care about this. Don't know anything, Chamber of Secrets! God, who's the heir? Shouldn't that be a joke?"

"But what kind of spell did the students petrify?" Mary asked worriedly, she was a little embarrassed because she didn't understand these things at all.

"Don't know, very old, but I'm sure Herbert's mandrake will bring us good luck, oh, and you, Horace, of course, your potion achievement will ensure that the students drink the mandrake. There won't be anything strange about the Dragrass resurrection potion." Dumbledore also said that he didn't know much about it, but his kind joke made the atmosphere a little easier.

But in fact, everyone has no idea. If this kind of attack continues to develop, the future of the school...

The sudden threat made Mary's work even more busy. Fortunately, Mrs. Elvis was still a few days away from retiring. They lined up to protect the two petrified students from being attacked by the unknown monster again. The morning and evening shifts, Mrs. Elvis is getting old, so she must only take the morning shift, and the evening shift must belong to Mary.

In fact, after this, many new Defense Against the Dark Arts spells were set up in the school hospital, but people like Mary are always meticulous in this regard and will never be lazy. This may be due to her slightly likable personality, and sometimes An annoying place.

"We haven't seen each other for a long time." Ignatius brought her a scarf, twirled it around her neck, and said with some grievances.

"I've been too busy recently." She and Ignatius walked in the snow, gradually spreading out a row of large and small footprints.

"School has become unsafe." She sighed, "my home is not safe, nowhere is safe - you know, it's very... scary for us Muggle-born wizards, Especially the rumors that Slytherin planned to clear the school of those Muggle-born schools, he thought these people were not worthy of learning magic, you know, the reason why I was expelled..."

"Not everyone thinks so, Mary." He put his arm around her shoulders, "You won't be in any danger, after all...it's Christmas soon."

Although what Ignatius said was a bit dreamy, Mary still couldn't be at ease. Whether it was the Muggle world or the wizarding world, discrimination would become a hidden danger, slowly bringing disasters and wars.

Isn't there enough suffering in the world?Like those Jews, don't they Muggle-borns have red blood?

However, because she grew up in a different environment from Ignatius, when he took her hand, she stopped talking. She took his hand, put her face on the back of his hand and gently rubbed it. , which is her usual way of showing friendliness.

Ignatius took advantage of this moment to give her the other cheek a quick kiss and turned away, pretending nothing had happened.

She laughed at this moment, her face was much more lively, it was better than the sad expression that has been busy these days.

She took out her wand, and silently recited a few spells that made Xue Fei rise up and attack Ignatius. The two older children who had graduated had a great time outside Hogwarts, and she seemed to be back in those days. Years, unrestrained, every day besides studying hard, I just think about whether I can go to the kitchen to get more delicious food at night.

"Oh, by the way, Mary." Ignatius flicked off the snow, "Has that student named Tom Riddle visited you recently?"

Mary hesitated for a few seconds, and quickly recalled that Tom hadn't done anything other than being caught and deducted points by her a few days ago, then shook her head.

"Then you must not stay with him."

"Why?" Mary didn't understand what Ignatius meant, and almost thought he knew something from Tom.

When Ignatius told the reason, Mary felt that she had heard some big joke, and she burst out laughing, and even became a little embarrassed, "Ig, don't be joking—well, it's getting late, I'm going back to work."

Words are magical, they take root in the heart after they are spoken, and then they become more and more different, more and more strange.

"I'm serious." Iggy muttered, but he still pecked Mary's lips before letting her go. "Sometimes you have to be lazy, Mary."

Mary just smiled, waved at him, and trotted back to the castle with her skirt in hand.

Hogwarts is too big. When she ran to the corner of the second floor, she leaned on the wall, gasped slightly, stomped her feet a few times, shook off the snow sticking to the soles of her shoes, and looked down like a child to watch the snowflakes immediately melt into drops of water beads.

When she looked up, by coincidence, she saw Tom again.

He was still the tallest among his few followers, with a handsome face, a gentle smile, and a shining P badge on his chest.

It's still the same as all the encounters, he never gave her a look, and treated her as a transparent person again.

When he walked down the stairs with the others to the dungeon, Mary remembered Ignatius' words again, and the corners of her mouth twitched.

"That kid must like you."

This is impossible no matter what.

The author has something to say: Tom's little abacus crackled.

Tom: I'm furious, and my wife is so soft on others!

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