[HP] Tom next door to Mary

"elopement?"

Perhaps it was the word that hit her brain all of a sudden, and her will gradually came to her senses.

"Yes, that's right..." Under Ignatius' incredulous expression, he hesitated to say this, "Yes, I can't believe it myself, I I don't know what happened to my mother, but she asked me to be engaged to Miss Black!"

Mary's uneasiness these days was finally settled.It can be said that women's inexplicable anxiety is not unreasonable, especially when an intimate relationship is suddenly inseparable, it will accurately cause the sixth sense to appear.

"But I don't love Miss Black at all, and I don't think we've met a few times, and I'll never admit it—I don't understand, she didn't even mention it!"

"Mary, come with me, I can go anywhere, as long as I'm with you, and you are the same, right?"

He was so excited, he outputted all the most essential desires in his heart, and looked at her beggingly. From this moment on, it seemed that he only had to wait for a nod from Mary.

"No."

Even Riddle didn't expect Mary to answer like this.

He originally thought that someone like Mary, who only wanted to fill his life with empty and abstract descriptions such as "living happily" and "having love" every day, would desperately agree to this red-haired "touching" confession.

He was mistaken, there wasn't even any hesitation in the short words.

"what?"

"What I mean is——I can't elope with you, Ig." Mary wanted to break free from his restraints, maybe Ig didn't expect her to refuse so quickly, she just twisted slightly, and then she got rid of it.

"That's right, Mary... I was too hasty, I didn't think of your family, but Mary—"

"I have no family," Mary said, taking a deep breath, "Sorry, I have something to hide."

He was shocked by the fact at first, but he didn't really care much about it.

"Then what are you reluctant to do, Mary?"

Ignatius' voice trembled slightly, expressing his doubts.

Mary frowned. It was obvious that Ignatius was very close to her, but she thought there was a wallpaper between them that she hadn't poked, a gap that she hadn't bridged.

For example, he likes to make everything too dreamy, he has a good background, a decent job, he doesn't know the worries of Muggle-borns, and he doesn't know what it means to elope.

Perhaps there is a gap between everyone, which creates the independence of each other's spiritual world, and this independence brings considerable obstacles to the common thinking and emotion of both parties.

"Because I have no family, I don't understand you, Ig, how can you leave your family so easily? You'll regret it—"

"I won't regret it, I said, I liked you a long time ago! Mary, I just want to be with you!"

"No, you'll regret it, have you ever wondered, disowned by the family, out of work, where do we go, leave the UK? Where? There's a war everywhere! Then, we have no money, what if the child is born ? Let him have no home like us? Will your mother give up looking for you, you are an Auror now, you have talent, don't do this, promise me?"

Ignatius definitely didn't think about it. He came in too haste, and he was focused on leaving the old family rules.

"...But if I marry Lucretia, what should I do? What should we do?"

"Then what about your fiancée after you abandoned everything? What should she do?" Mary recalled the name Lucretia, but in the brief gap she seemed to only know that she is now a student and will be graduating this year. "It doesn't matter to me that she hates me. She will hate you. She will hate Prewett. I know that. I can't pretend that nothing happened. The price of elopement is too high. Ig, I don't Will agree."

"I didn't expect you to say that... But I don't care, I thought, if we don't try, who will know the end result? I like you, and you also like me, I think love always breaks everything, Don't you?" replied Ignatius, trying to grab her arm.His determination is the most touching thing for a teenage girl.If Mary hadn't been impressed by him, she would have been very inhuman.

But what does she want?family.

If a family was built on the destruction of other people's happiness, she would not tolerate such selfish behavior.

"No, Ige." She took another deep breath and avoided his touch. The smell of alcohol had spread to her face and turned a blush, "Just pretend I don't have the courage, you misread the person."

"It's starting to snow, you should go home before the snow falls heavily."

Her eyes drifted out of the window, as cold as the drifting whiteness.

The teenager watched the farce he promoted not far away. He added a lot of interesting items to the subject of "Human Observation" on her. The price of coming to form a family with someone she didn't know very well, and categorically rejecting Prewett.

He was content to have Mary figured it out on her own without his "help."To be honest, he thought he had to do something more to stop Mary Yi's impulsive nerves, but in fact, he would gladly accept any one of them to pull him in to say something.

For another example, when she finally got rid of Ignatius, he thought she would be like what Abraxas said, most girls would break down when experiencing emotional torture, and do something that he couldn't understand thing.

Mary didn't do this, she looked very calm, but when Ignatius left, she took a few deep breaths obviously and strongly, her eyes swept over the table, she paused for a moment, then sat down silently, eating Cooled meat pie.

He didn't quite understand, so he wanted to continue observing.

Fortunately, after another 10 minutes, she finally couldn't help crying.

Knives and forks were thrown on the plate and made a clanging sound.

She turned and ran to the bed—her room was small and undecorated, so she only had to walk a few steps.Just like Cinderella whose skirt was torn by her sister and stepmother in a Muggle fairy tale, she leaned against the bed and cried without hesitation.

It seemed that Abraxas hadn't lied to him, she was like most girls, always.

So far, she still ignored him and didn't say a word to him.

Well, he's getting impatient, what's the point of crying?

He admitted that he used to like her to cry, and that it would bring out some magic little factor in him, and he found it very refreshing.And he starts from this moment, he's bored, she's always crying because of different men, and these people are all insignificant things, are these tears worth it?Could it be that her tear glands started to secrete for idiots after she came here to go to school?

"Mary."

The sound of his footsteps was very small, and he called her when he came to her.

Mary's figure visibly trembled, she raised her head, her face was full of tears, it could be said that she raised her head in the water.

Eyes filled with tears were full of astonishment, and Riddle felt something was wrong.

"Are you still here, Tom?"

really.

He didn't know if it annoyed him more than being ignored by Prewett, but he did speak up because of it.

"What are you upset about, Mary?"

He didn't wait for her to answer, and then snorted coldly, "In my opinion, this is just a small aspect of your hypocrisy."

"What do you mean?" Mary had no intention of arguing with him, but subconsciously replied.

He didn't talk to Mary according to the words he had designed in his heart when he was just close to Mary. He absolutely wanted to make a good face with her: "After you use those poor men, you will cry bitterly, and then pretend that everything is wrong." It didn't happen, get on with your little life, oh Merlin, it's only been so long since we met, you've got two guys down, maybe I should give credit - you're amazing, Mary? You've got them playing around ah."

"Why do you think so?" She stood up, but her calf was a little numb due to the pressure of squatting for a long time, her body was unstable, and she subconsciously reached out to grab Riddle to keep it stable, but because she was holding on, she didn't want to get close The person who slandered her in front of him barely stabilized his posture.

And Riddle also noticed this, he didn't know what was going on, he knew that Mary didn't want to get close to him, but he reached out and opened her palm hanging in the air.

Mary looked up at him for the gesture, but the latter gave no explanation for the gesture.

"It's not that I want to think so. You're the kind of person you are. I know you, Mary." He was arrogant and aggressive. "After all, we've known each other for so long, haven't we? Personal place, you've succeeded, Mary, after all, there's nothing so memorable as to be memorable, isn't there?"

"If you stay here to satirize me, you can go." Unmoved by Riddle's shocking words, she replied tiredly and annoyed, and slowly moved to the table, thinking Pack up dinner for today.

She was speechless at the thought of being bored of giving Riddle his birthday.

It was the obvious impatience that continued to irritate Riddle, and his words became more and more hateful.

"You don't like them at all, what did you get from them?" He was amused by his own thoughts, that cold and terrifying expression was portrayed on his delicate face, "Can they give you money? Oh, you want to get married. Will they satisfy you, then?"

In the next second, he felt a magic wand cast a spell on him, and he didn't even frown, as if he was pushing away a little bit of annoying dust in the air, he used the magic wand to push away the red light .

He tilted his head slightly, as if to tell her how easy it was to stop her attack.

"Did I poke you where it hurts, Mary."

"Don't talk nonsense, get out of my room now." Mary still didn't put down her wand.

"Tell me, Mary. Did I poke you where it hurts?"

Riddle, of course, was unmoved by her words and continued to repeat his question.

Mary didn't bother to say it anymore, she was actually very angry in her heart, but she really didn't want to fight with Riddle, she didn't have the advantage, who let her bring him in?It's like attracting a gray wolf and having trouble driving it away.

So she decided to leave first. He couldn't stay here forever anyway, and when school started, there would be fewer chances for them to meet each other.

Thinking of this, Mary turned her head and walked towards the door, but Riddle certainly couldn't stand him being ignored by her, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab the back of her neck. He actually didn't know what he wanted to do, he Only in my heart-

She can't go!

He wanted to draw her back, to make him talk, to tell him what he wanted to know.

Mary also didn't expect that Riddle would attack directly. She thought that he had exposed his childhood bad habits, so when she was pulled by him and turned around, she directly raised her arm and waved towards his face.

Just like that, a trail of blood came out from under Riddle's nose.

Things developed in an uncontrollable direction.

His face was gloomy, and he pressed her face down on the table, some of the food on the table was squeezed off, the soup splashed at his feet, and the dinner plate fell to the ground and broke into several pieces.

Not only was her clothes stained darker by the gravy, but the birthday cake was squeezed under her, and she struggled until her face was pushed sideways on the table.

The sweetness of the cream and the freshness of the orange pulp are mixed in the nasal cavity, but this is not a happy moment.

"Mary, did I poke you where it hurts?"

He was still repeating, paranoid and crazy.

The blood under the nose was dripping slowly, splashing on her red dress, it was almost invisible.

"Crazy! Tom! Let me go!" She struggled violently, without stopping, "You crazy, I'll celebrate your birthday! You still say me, I'm unlucky enough! You still say I— Are you still human?"

"I'm not wrong! You didn't like them in the first place. The reason for being together was that he asked you to marry him or that he was suitable for marriage! You are inherently stupid and vulgar—" He grabbed her wrist with the other hand, The strength was so great that it pinched red marks.

Didn't he understand enough?She also revenged her kindness, angered him, and started——

"I'm stupid and I'm vulgar, but what does that matter to you?! I—" Before she could finish speaking, he grabbed a piece of cream cake and stuffed it into her mouth. For some reason, he just didn't want to hear her debate.

He didn't think much, his finger naturally slipped into her mouth, and the moment it touched the tongue, he pulled it back like an electric shock. Of course, he scolded Mary for biting his finger like a dog.

"Fuck you!" Of course, it is impossible for the cake to stop her mouth, "Are you like a dog, Tom, is it amazing that you are so strong now? You were beaten by me! Do you think you are like a dog now? How wonderful, ha, Prefect Riddle, Mr. Riddle! What respect! Look at your face, I hit you!"

"Shut up, Mary!"

"I won't shut up, brat!" Can't be beaten, can't you scold?

He really wanted to kill her.He wants to take her to see his amazing achievement - Basilisk!Made her scream in front of it, begging him to spare her, and then he sneered at her and died.

But he was so close to her right now, her face was so vivid, he still wanted to observe for a while, for nothing else, just for a short while, and then they went to see the basilisk, very close... for a short while Will not waste time.

Then he saw something shiny, like gold, pressed under her face.

He took the coin out effortlessly.He found that it wasn't the only one, and there were quite a few lucky Galleons hidden in this cake whose prototype could no longer be seen.

The strength of his hands relaxed, but he didn't even stop Mary when she jumped up to bite his hand-you know, of course he could dodge.

There are round marks made by coins on her face, which is very funny.

An ordinary Galleon can be exchanged for seventeen Sickles, twenty-nine Knuts, five pounds, and a beating heart.

It stalled for her, it made excuses for him.

The author has something to say: Thank you Da Vinci's sisters, and thank you readers for liking my article.

I wanted to be able to write fast, violent and natural emotions.

Riddle: But there are many people who treat me well, so you have to work hard.

Mary: Crazy.

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In the column, [Comprehensive Classics] The Great Detective Moriarty

One of the bravest things Shirley has ever done is to write a Wei Guangzheng detective novel based on the characters of Napoleon, the future London criminal world.

It's still on fire.

The next brave thing Ciri ever did was write a post-breakup book for every ex.

Now they're all coming.

Mycroft: My book is her debut.

Darcy: Mine is in hardcover.

Moriarty: But I make the most money.

When Xili was overwhelmed by the expensive copyright fees, she was determined to negotiate. The duplicity of the math genius said: "Copyright fee? As long as you marry me, it can be considered as the joint property of the husband and wife."

Ciri Caimi Bird expressed unacceptable: "Climbing! =皮=# This is my personal property before marriage!"

"Then the price you paid," Moriarty said slowly, "is very high."

Also known as "What should I do if my green plum treats me as a tool to make money", "I treat you like a younger brother but you want to pick on me".

Copywriting completed on August 2020.08.20, [-]

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