[HP] Tom next door to Mary

Christmas is a long lost time for Mary.

Her memories of last Christmas were a little fuzzy, she only remembered the faces of a few sporadic people, and the carols sung at Christmas.

And this time, she can walk the streets of London with her lover.

Heavy snow covered most of the roofs on both sides of Vauxhall Road, and every house hung up a wreath of orchid branches. It was the same when Mary ran out of the orphanage to see the outside world before the war, but She is no longer the little girl she was back then, and she still has expectations if she can walk into a family behind a wreath.

She went to the newsstand to buy a copy of "The Times" and looked through today's news. Perhaps because of Christmas, "The Times" only used a small page to describe the war.But the sales volume of this issue is surprisingly good. Even the less affluent streets like Vauxhall Street have few copies left. Christmas briefly sucked Britain out of the war and became peaceful and peaceful.

"Give me another notebook, that's fine." She roughly pointed at the merchandise, and the newsstand owner picked out a black leather notebook and handed it to her. It wasn't the color she wanted, but she didn't bother to change it. .

Buying Muggle stationery is one of the ways to save money. Although she can save almost all of her salary since she joined Hogwarts, she is still reluctant to spend more because there is no long vacation, and the first few books are from Hogwarts. Germaode bought it, and the price is several times higher than that used by Muggles.

"How much do these cost?" Ignatius said, taking his wallet from his pocket.

"It's just a few pence, and you don't have Muggle currency." Mary signaled him not to use it, but he insisted on her accepting a few Galleons.

"Are you going back to Hogwarts tonight?" Ignatius kissed her forehead affectionately, and she answered in the affirmative.

"Oh, it's all because there are too many things at home."

It's a pity that he can't stay with her for too long this Christmas. He has to go back to the ancestral home in advance because his mother said that he would announce some "important things" to him.

Mary was a little envious, and she also wanted to complain like this, but she didn't even dare to confess to him that she was an orphan, so she had to swallow all these emotions in her stomach.

"Are you unhappy, Mary?"

"Of course not." Mary pretended to be calm.

"I'm really sorry, we didn't see each other for a long time...... Don't be angry." He embraced her in his arms and shook her gently.

"Alas." She didn't bother to explain, so she obediently made up her mind and let him hug her.

Immediately she was alone again.

On a whim, she thought about sneaking home to take a look, how is it going there now, did the saints do anything to her home?

She was right to worry, when she leaned into the apartment on Hanbering Street, she felt that something was wrong around her, like a sickening and dizzy black magic lingering here, if she guessed right, There are still a few people watching nearby.

What is it that makes them care so far? !

I don't know if it's an illusion, she thinks that some people have already been following her, maybe they have been notified of her appearance.

Mary immediately turned around and walked back, quickly cut into a path, quickly chanted the Transfiguration Charm, changed the red scarf given by Ignatius into a wide-brimmed hat and put it on her head, ordered some clothes, The brown coat turned into a thick long skirt again, and at the end the hair was lightly curled, and the long golden hair suddenly turned black.

A set of movements is smooth and smooth, which is due to her hard work in the past six months.

A few men in black wandered around on the street, as if looking for her figure, she had to get out of here before she was found!

King's Cross Station is too far away, she has to go to a closer place to hide first——

Wall Orphanage!

Although the orphanage made her feel deeply inferior and frustrated, no matter how optimistic she was, she couldn't resist time and time again, the eyes of those adults stayed on her for a short time and then left, like a selected commodity, she grew up When she grows up, she no longer has the expectation that she will be taken away as long as she performs well.

But she didn't have any complaints about the manager. At the moment, she had to go there!

"Mary?" Martha opened the door with a surprised expression on her face.

"Yes, it's me. Long time no see." Mary didn't say any more greetings, and stepped into the door. Martha didn't stop her and closed the door.

Martha's eyes lingered on her hair color for a long time, "Mrs. Cole is in the office."

"Oh, I guess I should see her—"

"Really? Are you sure there is no Kramer?"

As soon as she entered the hall, she heard a rough male voice coming from Cole's office.

Her heart beat faster.

Kramer, Kramer.

This is her last name.

Every little wizard will be recorded by Hogwarts when he is born.No matter who you become on the household registration, in its records, it will always be the original surname.

And she absolutely doesn't like this surname, because in the past ten years, her father surnamed Kramer has never come to her, and maybe he is dead.

She didn't want to mention it, so it might as well be Wall.

But what is the situation now?

"I said, no, never!" Mrs. Cole's voice was a little helpless and annoyed, "Are you here to make trouble? It's already messy enough, so don't make Christmas unhappy for others!"

"Mrs. Cole, long time no see." Mary barged in before knocking on the door, "My name is Kramer!"

I haven't seen him for a few years. Mrs. Cole looks more and more haggard and stern, while Mary is more concerned about another person in the office—he doesn't look as bold as his voice, but gives a gentle and gentle look, with black hair Blue eyes, plain but proud of his clothes, he also looked at Mary without hesitation.

"Mary?" Mrs. Cole also glanced at her hair, "You said your surname is Kramer?"

"That's right..." Mary took a deep breath and said to the young man, "Do you have anything to do with Kramer?"

The young man stared at her for a few seconds with some doubts, as if he suddenly let go of his heart, and opened his arms to hug Mary, "I finally found you!"

Mary was a little confused.

"Of course! We've been looking for you!"

When the young man named Sandro Sprenger said this, Mary and he had been sitting in the courtyard chatting for more than 10 minutes.

Unfortunately, the story of her past is not so pleasant.My mother, after a sudden madness, took her on the long trek from Lancashire, and was never heard from again.

But the father never gave up looking, Britain is a big place, and they couldn't be sure if she was, if she was adopted, or still with her mother.

When she heard this, she was moved to tears.

It turns out that in this world, she is still being searched for and missed by her relatives.She didn't even have time to ask the details, she just wiped her tears silently.

"Come home with me, Mary." Sandro was still very enthusiastic, but he didn't give her another hug. "Your father has been waiting for this moment for more than ten years!"

go home?

Mary hesitated at this moment, not because of this unfamiliar term, of course she was homesick and wanted to go home!But after tonight, Mrs. Elvis will officially retire. In this extraordinary period, she can't just leave the school hospital empty!

So, she rejected him, and seeing his disappointed and somewhat annoyed application, she hurriedly took out her notebook and said with some kindness: "I will go back, but I have a job as a nurse now, and I won't be on vacation until the summer vacation, you know Yes, the battle is not over yet, and I cannot leave my job easily."

Sandro reluctantly agreed, and gave the address of their town. Mary immediately wrote it down, and confirmed it several times in order to avoid making mistakes.

They chatted for a while, and Mary checked the time. They were going back, and the saints should go too.

"Where do you work as a nurse?"

At King's Cross, Sandro asked.

"Scotland is quite far away." Mary excused, and rummaged through the coins in her pocket to buy tickets - after all, train tickets do not need to be reserved on Christmas Day.

"Is that a lot of money?" Sandro saw her golden gallon, and there was a gleam in her eyes, "I seem to see gold."

"Gold-plated, it's worthless." Mary lied, and secretly pulled out her wand a little from her cuff, cast a confusion spell, and slipped into platform nine and three-quarters.

It was evening when she returned to Hogwarts.

Although there are very few students staying at the school, Hogwarts will still make all the Christmas decorations as usual.Thick friezes of holly and mistletoe were hung along the corridors, and mystic lights shone from within each suit of armor, and the great hall stood as usual with twelve Christmas trees shining with golden stars. .

All the tables in the auditorium have been moved against the walls, and only one table for 12 people has been placed in the center of the room.

The professors were all there, and there were two remaining students, a second-year Ravenclaw and a Slytherin named Tom Riddle.

He wasn't as nervous as the second-year Ravenclaw, it seemed to be a custom for him-he would never go back to the orphanage every year unless he had to.

"Oh, Marie, you're back!" Armando took the lead in toasting her at the main seat, "The dinner has just begun, please sit down!"

Mary nodded with a smile. As soon as she sat down, Slughorn asked, "What's wrong with your hair? Did you drink some color-changing potion?"

It was only then that Mary remembered that her hair hadn't been lifted from the curse, so she quickly took out her wand and recited the spell to break it.

"It seems that you are very proficient in the Transfiguration Charm, congratulations." Dumbledore also laughed, raising his glass to indicate that they should have a drink.

Mary, who was praised, raised her glass and drank it without saying a word.

His eyes happened to meet Riddle who was opposite, and the latter just twisted his neck slightly, without any expression.

"Look at this, firecracker!" Dumbledore said enthusiastically, handing the tail end of a big silver firecracker to Riddle. Riddle didn't have any new expressions, as if he was used to the new things that Dumbledore invented every year .As soon as I stretched out my hand and pulled it, the firecrackers slammed like a gun, and scattered, revealing a big white hat, like a big white goose with its neck held high.

He seemed to praise Dumbledore a few words sincerely, but he didn't touch the strange hat.

Still smiling, Dumbledore pulled the hat over and put it on himself.

Two hours later, the Christmas dinner was over, and Mary was skipping to the hospital hospital with a shark hat on her head, and it seemed that she really liked it.

"Mary."

Riddle stopped her with a light voice.

She looked back at him, rolled her eyes, thinking that they should have not spoken for a long time.

Riddle knew she was waiting for him to speak, but he didn't want to use such bad excuses as insomnia or sleepwalking to communicate with her. What was more ridiculous was that when she heard these words, she would always simply think that she got the potion He doesn't need her for other people's needs.

But he really didn't think he had anything to say to her.

Thousands of words in Mary's heart turned into one sentence—this kid won't start to take revenge for deducting points from him before!

Seeing that there are so few people today, it's easy to start!

"Tom!" She immediately took out the black leather notebook from her big pocket, "Here! Christmas present!"

Gag your mouth with presents!

Riddle frowned and looked at the notebook, thinking that she couldn't be so kind.

Mary suddenly remembered that she had used this book before, so she began to pretend to act: "Uh, the gift is a bit shabby, but I can write you a copy of the spell I created when we dueled before—"

She wrote a few strokes, and exaggeratedly said: "Wrong!" She made a gesture to grab the paper and tear it off, but Riddle snatched the notebook quickly!

"Where is this address?" He held the notebook high, and Mary's height was hardly an advantage.

"This belongs to my family!" Although Mary felt a little upset in her heart, she couldn't resist the temptation to tell Tom about it. "You know, I happened to go back to the orphanage today, and someone was looking for me."

"Kramer, do you remember? You asked me. At the time, I just thought that last name was not good at all. No one ever looked for me. But now it's different. I love Kramer! I have a dad, you Do you know? He has been looking for me for many years!"

Riddle looked at Mary's excitement blankly, her face was flushed, she didn't know if it was because of this thing that made her so happy, or she just drank the wine.

He had to admit that he was a little upset, and in a way Mary seemed to be getting ahead of herself.She's now glib and annoying.

"Ah, I think all the good things have piled up lately, Christmas—it's such a beautiful day!" Look at her, already showing off what happened today, regardless of the fact that he is already angry.

Look at her deliberate appearance, as for exaggerating to the point of turning around in front of him?As if it were a great privilege to have the last name, he hadn't caught a glimpse of Kramer in any of the directories.

"Well, if you dislike it being used by me, return it to me."

Mary did sense his lack of interest, and it was only then that she realized that he was not a good listener at all, and the distraction was over.He reached out and tried to get the notebook back.

"No."

how can that be.

The author has something to say: Tom's oral integrity is hopeless.

Tom: Sometimes your mother is difficult to talk to.

Goose (Chong Mary: Beauty, are you going out to play!

I feel that the writing is not very good qwq hey

感谢在2020-08-0820:50:55~2020-08-1120:34:22期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: Liz5 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!