[HP] Tom next door to Mary

Riddle was a little unhappy.

No, it might be said that he had a great mass of anger to vent.It's enough for him to unleash a sinister black spell, or a green Unforgivable spell.

If one could watch his movements carefully, one could see that he moved his hands into his pockets, and even the yew wand moved slightly.

But he suddenly smiled.

It was a contemptuous sneer, an evil expression, more terrifying than rage.

And the reason for all of this starts from an ordinary New Year's Eve afternoon.

Not too ordinary, it was Tom Riddle's birthday after all, although he never had a birthday.

Mary cleaned the school hospital from the morning, and after confirming that the two unlucky guys were safe and sound, she ran to the library to read.

But in fact, she was a little unable to learn.

Two things bothered and irritated her.

One was her relatives. She was very excited to visit at that time, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that she should ask more details, such as whether her mother or her father was a wizard.However, no matter how you look at it, Sandro is more like a Muggle, but he is not her immediate family member, so it is impossible to determine whether her family has magic genes.

However, this is just curiosity, she doesn't care about her status at all.

Another thing depressed her even more.

That is, since Christmas Eve, Ignatius has not heard from him.This is not only reflected in the fact that he did not come to her, but also that the few letters she sent him have disappeared.

But if he doesn't come to date her again, Hogwarts will start school!

She had a vague premonition.

Mary sighed, closed a heavy book in front of her, and made a muffled sound, pulling her back from her imagination.

She had to divert her attention.

Although she hasn't figured out how to do it yet.

She held the thick book until it was due, and after glancing at the teenager who was called "the hero of fantasy novels" by the Hogwarts female students, she thought.

Mary walked over and tapped the table with her hand.

Riddle reacted quickly, and raised his head in the next second. She even suspected that he wasn't studying anymore, oh, or maybe it was because all the "Mary Rebellion Factors" in his body were mobilized.

"Mary."

His expression was definitely not friendly, but he didn't overwrite any offensive function, staring at her until she said awkwardly, "Is your birthday, Tom".

Ask knowingly.

He was a bit lazy to answer, she didn't seem to know that he hadn't changed in any way from his previous years in terms of thinking or style.

"Well, New Year's Eve is really boring, and I happen to be a regular employee, so I have a little power."

It's hard to tell if he's genuinely curious about what rights she's got, but Riddle has to say that Marilla puts him off a little when he goes to the Hogwarts kitchens.

It was the same as the truth about her duel, whetted his appetite and told him she just beat her up.

"As for me, as a regular worker, I can get some raw materials from the kitchen without any reason." Mary gave a thumbs up with a proud face.

The gluttonous Hufflepuffs that Riddle wanted could also take things from the kitchen without any reason, at most saying "hungry".

And the house-elves in it are a bunch of mindless lowlifes who just grab the ground with their heads, and they will do things without reservation if you ask them to.

Maybe because she noticed that Riddle's expression had become a little contemptuous, Mary curled her lips, thinking that she didn't come to you because there was no one today.

She reached out and scratched the fat pear, and when it grinned out of the green doorknob, Mary grabbed it, pulled the door open, and walked in.

Within a few seconds, she opened the door wide enough for her to poke her head out.

"Are you sure you don't want to come in?"

She still kept smiling.

Riddle despises these house elves, but when they provide him with services, he accepts them very naturally. Perhaps he likes the status of "master" and "upper class" and doesn't bother to give them extra eyes.

Mary is not this kind of person. She is very confused about the solidified relationship of the wizard class, and even finds it a bit ridiculous, so she can be regarded as kind to the elves, but she can't stand the kind of screaming and punishing herself. elf.

For example, some elves wailed because they thought Mary had robbed them of their jobs, and begged repeatedly because they thought they were going to be kicked out of Hogwarts.So, when she was cooking, an elf fell down crying at her feet, two hugged her thighs, and one squatted tremblingly beside Riddle's position, as if expecting him to Say something nice to her.

For them, it would be a great shame if they were fired.

Of course, this is not all the elves in the Hogwarts kitchen. The other elves are doing their own thing, serving exquisite afternoon tea for Riddle, and persuading Mary not to do this kind of "heavy work".

"If you keep talking, I'll pour butterbeer into your mouth!" Mary pretended to be aggressive, and said to the elf who persuaded her.

The little elf covered her mouth in fright and kept shaking her head, "Sasha can't drink while working!"

Mary thinks she can go too far sometimes.

"Okay, you go over there, I'll just come here." Her voice softened again, and she said to the elves whose jobs she "robbed": "Come and help me, I'm alone It doesn't seem to work."

She hasn't cooked by herself for nearly half a year, and the magic recipes she bought have been overshadowed by knowledge books. She has to admit that she is a bit unfamiliar, and besides, she doesn't know how to make cakes.

She glanced at Riddle who was still sitting at the long table sipping tea, and continued with the work in hand, using magic as an aid to simplify the entire operation process, but the cooking time was still the same, Mary felt that she was like a conductor, After flicking the wand a few times, he began to pinch the watch to count the time.

Riddle felt that she had an inexplicable taste at this time, which was very strange, because in his 16-year-old life, this kind of scene only happened twice, and they were all after reunion. Of course, when she was a child, she had no reason to do this .

Last time, it was for the so-called "life-saving grace".

What about this time?If not for repayment, then it must be for repayment.

A hopelessly big idiot who always liked the kind of brainless idiots who wanted something from him.

But even though his own thinking has been very perfect, he can't suppress some thoughts of standing on the opposite side.

Riddle has never had a birthday, and when someone has a new whim about today's New Year's Eve, he can't help being vigilant and constantly denying other thoughts in his mind.

In the end, he convinced himself.

She wasn't that kind to him, never, he was sure.

But the matter has come to this point, he only half pushed and half pushed to figure out what she wanted.

Mary decided to have dinner in her dormitory, and the auditorium was too big, and there were a group of elves staring at you in the kitchen, making it difficult to eat, and it felt weird to be directly in the school hospital.

"Roast lamb chops, pudding, pork pie, and birthday cake!" Mary pointed to the food she made and introduced one by one, "Thanks to the house elves! Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to finish so much before dinner!"

"It's Lal's honor to help Miss! Lal likes Miss's kindness!" The little elf named Lal grabbed the tea towel he was wearing with his hands, and his eyes like tennis balls were full of excited tears.

"Happy birthday to this gentleman, Lal!"

Lal bowed to Riddle, his big pointed ears trembling.

Say it and disappear, and at Hogwarts, a good house-elf is all about keeping wizards from feeling their presence.

While humming the birthday song, Mary cut a piece of cake and offered it to Riddle, "I'm too lazy to sing! Eat!"

I thought he would refuse, but instead of not, I ate obediently.

Immediately, he stopped, reached out and took out a gold Galleon from the piece of cake filling, looked at Mary, frowning slightly.

"Aren't you surprised! It's a lucky cake! And you ate the first piece, which means you are very lucky throughout the year - of course, I cut it, which means that I am the lucky lady who brought you luck... ..."

"You marked it." Riddle pointed at the corner of the cake on her plate and poked her through it.

Mary, who was still happily chattering, suddenly deflated like a balloon, and deliberately blew her mouth hard, making a "sudden" sound.

He had a very weird feeling that he had to exchange something with her, for no reason, just an unquestionable thought telling him that he needed an exchange, she must have something—

Riddle looked into her eyes, pursed his lips, and said suddenly, "I'm doing an experiment."

"what?"

Mary wondered what he was talking about, why did he suddenly bring up such an irrelevant topic?

The word neuropathy felt like it was about to come out of her mouth.

"With all due respect, Mary, don't use this expression, it will make you look even more ignorant." He continued to cut the cake, but there was a smile on his lips, "My experiments are to push magic to a certain level , further...do you understand?"

"I don't understand!" She replied immediately, and cut another piece of lamb chops with a knife, and said while chewing: "But I understand that you are beating me around again, no, directly! I also forgive me, Tom, don't use it!" This sentence pattern will make you feel even worse."

Tom swallowed the phrase "I can teach you something" abruptly, and despised her for not knowing good and bad several times.

"Oh——" Mary sighed, "Today...no, these days, I'm really not very happy."

OK, she's going to start.

Riddle stared at her, trying to read the expression on her face.

"Ige hasn't written to me for several days, and he hasn't replied to my letter. I don't know what happened, but this relationship suddenly became cold." She did feel a little uneasy. Opened the wine on the table and poured myself a glass.

Riddle felt a little relieved.

"Maybe I'm just so unlucky! This year is really unlucky, oh, besides finding a home, I'm very unlucky, I also want to take Ige to see!" Mary drank the glass of wine in one gulp, folded her arms around her chest, In a complaining tone: "Oh, I'm so annoying!"

"Maybe something big happened at Christmas, and I can't tell you yet." Riddle threw out a guess.

"Who knows, I don't like such cold violence, I should write a letter anyway, but I don't think Yige is such a person, did he really encounter any difficulties?" She leaned towards Riddle, Want to get his answer.

"Prewett?" Riddle snorted coldly, "He's just—"

"Forget it, you definitely don't understand!" Mary also suddenly lost interest in listening to his answer, sat back in her seat, kicked her legs twice like a child to express her dissatisfaction, and repeated: "Oh, It's annoying!"

He figured it out, his role was to listen to her talk about those irrelevant trash cans.

How can I hear him talk about the mystery of those exquisite black magic experiments?

Perhaps, he will tell her his new name.A perfect title for a ruler. In the near future, everyone in the wizarding world will be in awe of this name and bow down to him!

Thinking of this, he shifted his eyes from the plate back to Mary—her skin had already been dyed a blush, and the light seemed to cast a layer of light on her outline.

"Mary."

He softly called her name and saw her fill the fifth cup.

His eyes fell on the glass, and the hand holding it had already begun to shake slightly.He couldn't help looking forward to it, not knowing what would happen.

He raised his eyes again, and happened to meet her eyes, the emerald eyes were rippling with the whiteness of the glass, she bent her eyes, and responded to him with a high-spirited "Huh? Huh? Huh?", intentionally pretend to be strange.

She was too lively after drinking too much.

At this moment, the door of Mary's room was suddenly opened!

The red-haired young man she just mentioned rushed in hastily, bringing in a trace of coldness that belonged to the outside world.

As if he didn't see Riddle, he walked straight to Mary, putting his hands on her shoulders.

"Ig?!"

Her eyes widened, but she wasn't sure if she was sober.

"It's me, I'm sorry sweetie, the family, they've gone too far—" He was panting, obviously Apparating and running.

"What happened?" Mary still held up her glass, "Do you want to drink some wine first?"

The next second, Ignatius steadied Mary's lips suddenly, causing her to sway, and the wine spilled out, part of it dangling on her hand.

"Let's run away!"

The author has something to say: Can you tell that Riddle is chasing girls(?)

There are many psychological descriptions of Riddle in this chapter!

As I was writing this chapter, I was thinking that Riddle knows how to deal with most sisters, as long as he speaks softly, pays a few compliments, and even laughs.But Mary who knows his true colors won’t work (Mary: Going crazy again?) And Mary has been ignoring his face and has passed with his face, so what should Riddle do to develop a normal relationship with Mary?

In fact, he didn’t know it himself, so he tried his best to think what he thought was good and brought it up, but suddenly he was very straight (Mary: Are you sick?

Still the same, I added some personal settings when writing Riddle, just to make him more vivid in this fanfic, not to make the paper bad.

After all, he is not omniscient in certain fields.

今天的作话有点多，嘿嘿，谢谢看到这里的读者感谢在2020-08-1120:34:22~2020-08-1403:04:48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 the irrigation nutrient solution: 7 bottles of Liz; 255304155 bottles; 3 bottles of Dangfu Dabai;

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